c!TommyInnit angst stories

Flower Field

  It smelled nice, he wasn't going to lie. He took a deep breath in and exhaled the smell of the flower field.

  It was warm and breezy, the wind making the grass rustle along with the flowers. It was clear of clouds too, the sky only filled with the usual colour blue.

  He sighed, he couldnt remember the last time he visited this place. He knew it was before everything, before everyone, when he was The Little Tommyinnit wondering around and having adventures with his friend cow, or either alone.
  He remembered the first time he found this place, his family bought a house that was a few fields away, and little Tommy traveled curious to as why the field in the distance was colourful. No one stopped him, so he went off. He was amazed as to what the world was beyond 4 walls in a house he mostly spent time in.

  This was better than staying in that prison cell that smelled of rotten flesh and blood along with it, sweat and burning skin. The heat due to the lava around that didnt help either, it was awful.

Tommy wondered if he was real. If he was truly alive. He couldnt tell the difference in this scenario, since the last thing he saw before this field was Dream's face, the last thing he heard was Dream's laughter.
 

   Heard.

Tommy heard giggles and talking, sobbing and crying, words coming from a familiar voice in the distance.
 
  He got up and stood there, searching to see after the endless field. He started mindlessly walking in front, the sounds getting louder and louder, but he didnt hurry there. He wouldnt bother to find something he knew wasnt there, but he still walked in hope of meeting someone that was already with him the entire time.
 

  The world went white, then a shade of multiple colours and then black. He walked on nothing but the void, until he stopped. It smelled of nothing in here, there wasnt even air he could breath.

There was no space, no time, no air, no gravity, nothing to keep him standing on his feet or to help him talk. But he still could do all of those things.
 

  He could start crying, he could start screaming. He could start running, yelling, laughing, everything that would help with the realization that came to him. He knew what happened, but he didnt actually want to believe it. It couldnt be real.
He put his hand on his shirt at his heart, clunching his fist. Is this it? The end of The TommyInnit? The warrior, the soldier, the greatest friend ever?
 
  He slowly fell to his knees and felt a hand on his shoulder as tears that fell into the void started filling the silence, the annoying silence he hated so much, so so much.

He was dead.