Tommy was dead. He was in darkness, hearing Wilbur talking about solitaire? for so long hurt his ears. Stupid. He wanted to go home. He needed to go home. He had to make sure that Tubbo was okay. He had to make sure that the weeds didn't overgrow in "L'manhole". But he couldn't. Dream decided to beat him to death with a potato. A fucking potato!
Wilbur continued to go on about solitaire. Schlatt or Mexican-Dream popping in every now and again. Soon, Wilbur's voice began to fade and Tommy woke in a bed. A black bed surrounded by obsidian. Was he alive?
"Tommy?", Tommy looked over and saw Sam. The warden.
Tommy stuttered on his words, "Sam? You- Am.. Am I alive?"
Sam shook his head up and down, confirming Tommy was in-fact alive. Tommy's eyes began to fill with tears. He cried and sniffled for a while. Sam stood there as he did so. Tommy didn't know why he was crying. He was happy to be alive, so why was he crying?
Tommy whipped his eyes and his nose, "How?"
Sam went silent, before speaking again, "I rushed into the cell.. I-", Sam stopped talking.
"Sam? What- What did you do? Please- How am I alive?", Tommy stood up and walked over to Sam.
Sam took a deep breath and looked Tommy straight in the eyes, "I killed Dream. I didn't mean to.. It was out of anger.. I searched his body, looking for the book.. And I found it. I grabbed it and immediately used it on you. Not even thinking about Dream's dead body.. Right next to us. I had no clue if it worked.. So I took you, put you in that bed and checked your pulse everyday. Morning, Afternoon, and Night."
Tommy was shocked. He almost fell down. The news blew him away. He didn't know if he was happy about Dream being dead or not.. Tommy looked back at Sam and couldn't say anything but, "Where is Tubbo?"
Sam didn't know. He knew he probably shouldn't have but he let Tommy out of the area he was kept in for the time being and let him go find Tubbo. Alone.
Tommy wandered around the area, through Skeppy's house and through other near areas. Soon he made it to his hotel and saw a yellow building right next to it. He also saw a boy, shorter than him, with small horns and goat like ears. He wore a brown puffy jacket with a wool trim around the end of the sleeves and the hood. The boy turned his head and looked at Tommy. He looked like he just saw a ghost. But in his case, he practically did. He backed away slightly before speaking, "Tommy? Is- Is that you?"
Tommy knew immediately, "Tubbo? Oh- Uh- Tubbo.."
Neither of them could say anything. Tommy didn't want to find Tubbo anymore. He didn't want to see the face of Tubbo anymore. How scared he looked. Tommy just looked away and started to walk past Tubbo. Tubbo turned as he walked by. He then began to follow his friend. Staying low and his gaurd was up but not too much where Tommy thought he would attack him.
As Tubbo continued to follow Tommy, he saw Tommy walking towards Ranboo. Ranboo also saw Tommy, he looked just as surprised as Tubbo did. Though, Ranboo didn't back away. Nor did he do anything. Just a small "hey" was spoken, then he froze. Tubbo walked away from behind Tommy and instead went behind Ranboo. Tommy noticed this and got slightly angry. He had a short conversation with Ranboo before heading to the community house. Tubbo then began to follow again. Tommy walked through the community house and up to the Nether portal. He didn't go fully up, just to the top of the stairs.
"Fuck dude.. I- Everyone thinks I'm crazy. Or its crazy how I'm even alive right now. Though I can't believe it either..", Tommy continued to talk to himself as Tubbo listened. He didn't say anything though. Nothing to try and comfort his friend he just let his friend let out his feelings. Even if Tommy wasn't talking to him directly. Tubbo looked away. Off at the same horizon Tommy was looking at.
But as he looked back, he saw tears streaming down Tommy's face. Cold tears. Sad tears. He wanted to scream. Tommy wanted to scream until he couldn't talk for days. He wanted to scream out about Wilbur, Dream, the people who he hates and who hates him. He wanted to scream about how his best friend thinks he is insane and not real. How he lost everyone he trusts. How people can't even begin to comprehend how Tommy was through so much as just a kid. Along with Tubbo. He wanted to scream about how these old adults hurt these children.
He couldn't though. He would never be able to.. Never. Sure, people would listen, but that wasn't enough. He wanted to get back at those people. But he knew if he did, he would just get hurt more. More and more.
He was helpless.
