Field of Rose's

White Rose's

TommyInnit, one of my greatest enemies but also one of my greatest friends. He's annoying, he steals my stuff, he acts like a little gremlin but... He's also very kind, sneaky and sometimes smart. He may harass me a lot but I still consider him as one of my friends.

But he's changed a lot, ever since his exile he's been more on edge than anything. Rumors says he's been mentally tortured by Dream when he was exiled, explained why he was hiding from the blob man under my house, why he was constantly shaking anytime anyone mentioned his name.

I wish I could have figured that out sooner.

Today Tubbo and Ranboo had approached me, Tubbo with his ram horns and burnt skin being his most noticable features, and Ranboo's red and green eyes stood out from the pure white snow. Tommy stood behind the two, his skin pale and scars covered his body. His once ocean blue eyes were duller and his golden blonde hair now had a strip of white in the mix of the tangled curls. His clothes tore up and worn out after years of battles and pain.

That's what the boys soul would look like as well.

"Techno"

"Tubbo," I responded, with a stern voice.

"Me and Ranboo need your help, can we talk inside? Please." Tubbo's expression had a mix of concern and worry. I nodded and led the ram boy inside my spruce and stone house.

I close the door behind me and we stood there with an uncomfortable silence for a minute, the boy looked so on edge... What had happened?

"Techno..." Tubbo said, breaking the silence with his squeaky voice.

"Tommy is... Not ok"

"Well no kidding, the kid has gone through exile... Twice"

"Well, ever since he was exiled he's been... Different." Tubbo responded, the boy looked like he was on the edge of tears.

"What do you mean 'different'?"

"Um- he's been- he has been trying to-"

"Come on Tubbo, spit it out." I say, getting impatient and the voices started getting louder every second.

"He's wanting to... Die"

"...heh?" My thoughts have left, even the voices started to disappear. The room was now once again filled with silence, the cold wind pushing on the shutters making them squeak and rattle as the foxes downstairs make tiny noises.

"Tommy has um- not been very fond of living at the moment if you know what I mean." He chuckles a bit out of nervousness, a small tear rolls down his rosy red cheek. I nod slowly, I know what he means but I just wish that wasn't true, that he's still the same little boy with big blue eyes that glimmer like the ocean and blonde soft curls that danced with the wind. The same little boy who would laugh and giggle as he plays in the flowers that grew in the forest, who sings to Wilbur's songs as Phil braided a piece of his hair. Who would steal my crown and one of my knives to copy me, who would be embarrassed everytime I caught him doing it.

I guess that isn't him anymore.

He may still be only seventeen but his mind surpasses his age by a ton. Truly heartbreaking.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked, trying to shake off of those memories while the voices stayed decently quiet.

"Me and Ranboo need you to watch him for a while, we have a kid to take care of and trying to make sure that there's nothing that Tommy can get to, to off himself is a bit difficult. Ranboo said that you can take care of him for the time being, so... Can you?"

I think to myself, can I actually do it? I can.

"Yes, I will do it." Tubbo smiles broadly, running up to me with his arms out rapping me into a hug. I gave him a small grin as I pat his deep brown hair that covers, his eyes, I truly hope that my efforts will be enough.