Tommyinnit Oneshots

If None Of It Mattered, Why Did I Suffer?

A part of him knew that he should have done this before. It wasn't like he had actively been avoiding it. There had just never been a good time for it. Things always got in the way, like messes he needed to clean up or people he needed to keep from killing him until another few days like he was living on borrowed time. To be fair, he might have been living on borrowed time, and he needed to use the moments that he had wisely before the interest killed him. What should have happened a long time ago, months ago even, was only being seriously thought about now when everything had settled down. The world was still locked in tension with the promise of a war hanging over them all, but with the Egg's defeat, Las Nevadas starting up, the Syndicate keeping every politician in check, new people coming to the Server, and Wilbur more or less tethering Tommy to a location far away from most people, it was calming down. Things were stabilizing even if they weren't exactly getting better. They had hit the all time low, and it was time to go back up to the simpler time of the server. That was what had him thinking about the worst time in his life again. He wanted to move on. He wanted to get some semblance of closure like that would make it easier to get up in the mornings.

        He stood in front of a boldly colored poster that was bigger than him by a large margin. Parts of the poster were slightly torn or muddied, but it was still pretty clear what the advertisement was about. Kinoko Kingdom, the supposed land of peace and mushrooms under the monarchical rule of George with SapNap and Karl tagging along. The poster had George in the foreground, dressed in his mushroom attire, an arm gesturing to the dirt road that snaked along the rolling hills to a fairytale style castle. Karl was sitting in the saddle of a horse that SapNap was leading down the dirt road, in the space that was between being completely in the background and the center of attention. All three of them- hell, even the horse creepily enough- were facing the world outside of the painting with bright smiles and near-glowing eyes like they were cartoon characters. It was supposed to look fantastical, he supposed, but all it did was seem poisonously fake. He knew that if he showed up at Kinoko Kingdom, it wouldn't look like this. It would probably be half-destroyed or incomplete. Plus, even if the tagline of the painting was 'JOIN US IN KINOKO KINGDOM', he knew the invitation didn't extend to him. They wouldn't want him there any more than he wanted to be there. Tommy was sick of governments, monarchy or democratic, and he didn't want to be trapped in the cycle of war. He would rather keep himself away from any place that would attract the attention of the Syndicate and Wilbur.

        "Tommy?" Someone snapped him out of his thoughts. He looked over to see Bad standing on the wooden path, his slender fingers wrapped around the handle of a basket covered with a plaid red-and-white hand towel. Bad looked the same as he usually did except color had returned to his clothes. A light shone in his eyes that wouldn't have existed had the Egg still been in there. Tommy knew that the Egg was completely gone. He was the one to destroy it, after all. When Tommy was brought back to life by Dream, he retained some abilities from the Void, effectively making him into a pseudo demon. Since the Eggpire was gone, Tommy didn't have to do much to destroy the Egg. He merely used his enhanced stamina and strength to chip away at the Egg for days on end until it was gone. He felt pain like everyone else who tried to destroy the Egg, but his pain tolerance had also improved after his revival. With the Egg dismantled and properly disposed of, it's curse had completely been vanquished from any mind it had been dwelling in. Hannah went back to work for Sam, Ponk and Ant went to Foolish's summer house, and Bad took Skeppy to Kinoko Kingdom that way everyone could do some healing. Tommy had scoffed at the notion. Had he ever been allowed a moment of respite for his troubles?

        "That's my name, bitch, don't wear it out," Tommy muttered back, looking away as a trembling hand went towards the hilt of his sword. He had learned to start carrying it around everywhere. Most people wanted him hurt in some way. Even if Bad didn't have the Egg whispering in his ear didn't mean that Bad liked Tommy. The only problem was that even with his after-death powers, he wouldn't be able to match an ancient demon like Bad. If Phil was the angel of death, known throughout the lands for surviving in harsh environments, Bad was known for climbing out of hell to experience mortality. His kindness should not be mistaken for weakness. He may not be the best fighter on the Server, but he gave the strongest a run for their money and he could easily take down the weaker members. That included Tommy. Even if he knew some hand to hand combat from the wartimes and some swordplay from getting lessons from Techno for a short while, it wouldn't be enough. Not when Bad had access to runic magic and could wield any weapon like it was a child's toy.