Not Even Real | Dream SMP School AU

41 - Back to School

It was only first period of the third week of school, but Tommy already wanted to go home. Sure, his teacher was cool, but even Mr. Minecraft couldn't cheer him up. During a review of the script incase people wanted to switch roles, Mr. Minecraft noticed Tommy not doing anything and walked over to see him.

"You okay, Tommy?" He whispered, crouching down beside the student.

"Yeah..." He sighed, "I just feel kinda off. I don't know, it's like I'm sick without a fever?" Tommy explained.

"Well if you want to go to the nurse's office, just tell me." Mr. Minecraft told him before returning to his computer.

Maybe I should go to the nurse's office...

Tommy stood up, bringing his papers with him. He told Mr. Minecraft where he'd be and left. The hallways felt longer than normal, like someone had stretched them to make his life worse. Once he reached the door, he knocked lightly on it, awaiting an answer.

It's probably because I didn't get enough sleep. Man. Why did I have to play Minecraft until 4am?

The door swung open to reveal Dr. Frost. He allowed Tommy inside, bringing him to the "sick room".

"Mr. Minecraft told me about you. If you start feeling better or worse, come to me or Dr. Red, okay?" Dr. Frost spoke calmly.

Tommy nodded and sat on a chair in the dimly lit room. Three other students sat beside eachother. They appeared to be whispering about some kind of story.

"There's someone else here- ah! Hey there! I'm- uh... Guessing you're not feeling well either?" The left student asked, smiling nervously.

He nodded once again scanned the room more thoroughly. There wasn't much inside, a cardboard box, a few backpacks that probably belonged to the students, a pillow on one of the seats. The middle student stared at Tommy, appearing to analyze him. Eventually, they turned back to their friends and began whispering again.

"We should probably ask if..."

"What if he talks to us first..."

"And what if he doesn't?"

"You know I can hear you, right?" Tommy sighed, turning back to the students. They froze, staring at him once again. The one on the right stood up, walking over to him. Now that they had gotten closer, he noticed their features a little better, although they were still somewhat unrecognizable to anyone he'd seen in the school before.

"I guess we've spoken enough for an introduction. I'm known as Heaven. I go by She/They, how about you?" Heaven crossed her arms as she finished.

"Tommy, He/Him? What about your friends?" Tommy gestured to the other two people who were beginning to walk over.

"I'm... uhh... you can just call me... hmm. Okay okay, you can just call me Hell then. Uh- She/They as well please. And yes, that is my real name." The left one introduced themselves.

"And I'm Limbo. He/They/It! Anyways, are you sick? I'm pretty sure if they're sick they call your parents..." The middle one shrugged.

Tommy stared at them for a long while before remembering to talk. He repositioned himself in his seat before speaking.

"I- uh- yesss..? I mean, I think I'm sick? I don't know. Maybe I'm just feeling nauseous..." Tommy sighed as he turned away from the other students.

Heaven nodded and went back to the seats on the other side of the room, Hell and Limbo following behind her.

Ah, nauseous... that's the right word for it, right?

-After school-

Toby stood by himself, leaning up against a wall. Even since Tommy had gone home that day, he had felt a little bit sadder than normal. Now he was procrastinating going home.