Ghostly Exile

A New Home for Us All

"Who are you?"

Tommy pov

"I'm Tommy, but you can call me Big T!" I said, puffing out my chest.

The ghost girl smiled and floated over to me excitedly. 

"Hi Big T!" She yelled. She was obviously happy.

"And who are you?" She asked, turning towards Dream.

If I'm being honest, Big D looked uncomfortable with the question. Of he would be! He's not as much of a man as I am!

"My name is Clay, but everyone calls me Dream." He said quietly.

That was very shocking. I had always thought the big man's name was just Dream. Not fucking Clay. As I was thinking overly hard about it, the girl floated over to "Clay" and shook his hand enthusiastically before letting go.

The girl floated back to the cow and sheep, and ran her fingers through their coats. 

"My name is y/n!" She introduced herself to us then gasped in excitement. "We should make a house for all of us to live in! That'll be so much fun! Just think about it!"

I fucking loved that idea. I'd be living with Big D- Big C and y/n! This was perfect. I could stay here and never return to the SMP, and I have both Big C and y/n as my friends. Besides, I highly doubt that any of the other members would find us here. It was the perfect plan.

~Time skip brought to you by Arby's~

The last thing we needed for our house was the windows. Dre- Clay and I had built the house while Y/n had been organizing a chest room for us later on. She had also mentioned something about a farm of some sort, including a sorta "slaughter farm" as she put it. It was obvious that before she died, she definitely was no stranger to violence.

I think her plan was to raise animals besides her dyed sheep and cow, who she had named Janet and Henry. I honestly just started crying when I learned what she had named her cow. God I missed my Henry.

Finally, I broke the last piece of sand. I could finally go back! Clay said I couldn't go back to the house unless I got 32 fucking pieces of sand. But I had actually gotten a whole stack of sand! I ain't no pussy!

I made my way back to our house to find Clay already smelting the sand he had gotten.

"Oh!" y/n exclaimed from her spot on the ground. She pulled nearly ten stacks of different flower types and colors. "I thought we could make the window stained glass. It doesn't even have to be colored! They could be white or something!"

Surprisingly, Clay agreed to have the windows dyed red and white. My favorite colors!

This exile was really the best thing to ever happen to me!