Forever Unfinished

Chapter 1: 20/01/21 - Internal Threnody

Note: The content of this chapter is not canon on the Dream SMP following the words "Goodbye Tommy". Contains violence, death, visual imagery, swearing (I mean it's Tommy, come on), aggression.

"Hey Tubbo, say the word "I met some people"."

"I met some people?"

"Ugh, some people go pee-pole, like that, and I go "what the hell"."

"No one does that..."

"They say it like a pole you pee on-"

"Say the word grass! Say grass!"

"...Graess"

"GreSS!"

"You're stupid! Okay, you- no no no no no-"

"That's what you sound like! That's what you sound like! That's what you sound like! GGGRESS! GGGRESSSSS!"

~*~

"Yeah... it's over."
Tommy looks at Tubbo in disbelief, the stone of the basement cold beneath his feet, cold and uneven, but that wasn't the cause of the chills that run up Tommy's spine.

"We had some laughs, it was fun. You know, all good things must come to an end eventually."

Tommy tries to reason with him, tries to stop him from giving up so easily. "No, but- what am I?-"

Tubbo sighs, his arms just hanging limply by his sides. "-I just didn't think this would be my- my- my coming to an end, if you will."

Tubbo turns to look at Dream, and Tommy follows his gaze. Dream stands there, just waiting, an axe held firmly in his grip, his armour glistening threateningly, his green hood and mask ominously shielding any facial features or emotions. Behind him, both the discs, the discs, the sole reason they were there, the only reason they were there, were sitting there, just beyond their reach. Could they leave without them? Well, of course they could, right? Their lives, Tubbo's life, was so much more important than two pieces of vinyl.

But still there was a pull, an urge, that undeniable temptation that Tommy felt to have them back in his grasp again.

The portal emits its strangled, distorted noises behind Dream, seeming so easy to reach, but even if they managed to get through, Dream would just follow them at double the pace. And where would they go? Tommy didn't know where the portal would end up, and Tubbo certainly wouldn't either. They'd both be dead before they managed to find their way.

At least... Tubbo would be dead.

Tommy bursts out frantically. "Wha- why-wh-why- what am I without you?"

Tubbo glances back at Tommy, the scar on his face more prominent, the dim light from the portal and the redstone lamps scattered across the floor causing the uneven surface to cast distinct shadows across his face.

An ugly reminder of everything he had been through.

Because of Tommy? Did his actions, or rather, his holding back on taking action, lead to the incident at the festival? He and Wilbur... they could've saved him. They could've done anything.

Anything.

All anyone could've done was anything.

With a look of defeat in his eyes, Tubbo laughs sadly, a small tremor in his voice. "...yourself?"

Tommy swallows, his hands clenched in tight, trembling fists. "So you really- are you accepting this? Are you oka-". His voice breaks off as the words catch in his throat.