Darling Everything's on Fire

This is Why Railings are a Good Idea

"Come here and watch, Tommy. Come here and watch."

"No, no! I'm so sorry!"

"Come to the tent."

"No! No, Dream! Why are you doing this?!"

"Tommy, I thought we were friends."

"Wait, no. Not Henry...Dream, please!"

"No!"

"Tommy, you can't go to the Nether. No one can come and visit you till you learn to listen."

"Logstedshire...no..."

"I exiled you for a reason. Tubbo exiled you for a reason."

"You...You were never my friend, were you?"

Tommy's eyes shoot open and he swings wildly trying to hit Dream. The man who had taken everything from him.

"Ow!" A voice cries out and Tommy looks down. Wilbur sits on the floor next to his bed clutching his head from where Tommy knocked him.

"What was that for?!" Wilbur sniffles.

"Oops, my bad." Tommy apologizes. A sharp pain shoots through Tommy's side and he groans.

"Hmph. Karma." Wilbur smirks.

"Shut up," Tommy hisses without any real venom. He takes the time to really look at his brother now that he's not dying. He still has the beanie and the sweatshirt from his Ghostbur phase but his skin now has a tinge of pink to it, not as much as before but more than it was as a ghost. He's completely solid, no longer transparent. Now that he can see closer his eyes are actually brighter than they were before but still are hazy.

To be honest, he looks ill. Tommy feels a wave of grief and guilt that he'd been suppressing crash into him.

"Uhm...Wil? Quick question?"

"Yes, Tommy?" Wilbur answers his eyebrows quirking up.

Suddenly Tommy shoots into his arms, ignoring the pain in his side. He clings to his newly alive brother and asks,

"How the fuck are you alive?!"

Wilbur chuckles and gladly reciprocates the hug.

"To be honest, I'm not entirely sure. Phil and Techno know more about it than I do. Something about totems of undying? I don't know. But even with that, I'm not entirely alive. My heart is slower than the average human and I think I'm permanently at half health."

Tommy furrows his brow and asks warily, "And your memories, did they... come back?"

Wilbur shakes his head gleefully, "Nope! I still only have the good memories. Though...I have been having strange dreams lately."

Tommy untangles himself from Wilbur and sits next to him on the floor.

"Like what?"

"I'm not sure...they're very vague. Just sporadic moments of a different me. Sometimes I'm being betrayed by a close friend. In others, I'm watching someone die. I never see faces though, but I can feel the emotion I felt at that moment."

"Oh..." It was all Tommy could say. I mean, how do you respond to that?

Hey Will, remember when Eret betrayed us? Or when Techno executed Tubbo on Jschlatt's command? That was pretty fucked up amirite?

Fuck that.

"How are you feeling, Tommy?" Wilbur asks, effectively changing the subject.

"Cold and sore," Tommy replies.