"Tommy? I could've sworn I heard him calling my name for help." Philza was flying over the trees, looking for Tommy. Tommy was like a son to Phil, he wanted to help him whenever he needed it.
"Where could he be? Was I really hearing things? I mean, I know I'm old but I'm not that old!" Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw something red lying in the white snow. Hey! That could be Tommy! I'm pretty sure he wears that red and white shirt, that's gotta be him.
As Phil got closer to Tommy, he realized it wasn't just his shirt that was red, it was almost his entire body. All covered in blood.
"TOMMY? SPEAK TO ME TOMMY WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU? TOMMY! No, no, no.. this can't be happening.. TOMMY COME ON BUD SPEAK!" He placed his hand on Tommy's chest, feeling for a beat. Nothing. He felt his hand for a pulse, still nothing.
"What happened to you Tommy.." he looked around to see if anyone was still there, nobody. But he did see a bloody smiley face, carved into the snow.
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Gone wrong
FanfictionThis is about the prison break of the dsmp, but what happens is a little different from the lore.
