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For a while, Tommy has realized that the world he lives in is wrong.

Honestly, there is no way that nearly every single person he has ever met hates him all at the same time.

Tubbo was walking across the Prime Path when Tommy went to go talk to him. Tubbo was immediately vicious, shouting mean thoughts and words that were always, and forever, meant to hurt him.

“Hey, Tommy, wanna hang out today?”

It was a random phrase to be said in a conversation like this, but he instantly turned and ran when he heard it. After his death, Tommy had been seeing things completely and utterly different to what was supposed to be the norm.

The norm was that everyone hated him, except for Wilbur.

Whatever he saw, the norm in that reality was that Tommy was troubled and that he needed help. That’s what they saw.

It was true, it’s just that the people that existed here,from wherever Tommy is, didn’t seem to know what he’s gone through. What’s he’s been raised through.

The reason Tommy believed something was wrong in this world was the events in the Void. When he got there, Wilbur wasn’t the Wilbur he remembered him to be.

Wilbur was worried, he had asked why Tommy was here so early, instead of asking what took him so long to follow after his older brother. Wilbur had told Tommy how he was starting to break down in that afterlife, how it was getting to him and how he felt as if at some point he wouldn’t be able to ever go back to what he used to be.

Tommy didn’t understand a word that Wilbur had said.

The Wilbur he knew was possessive. Controlling, and oppressive. Constantly doing the worst imaginable under some desire to not be forgotten. To exceed expectations, to, apparently, ‘get revenge on what the world has done to me’. It was unfortunate that he was the one subjected to all of that, but it’s alright. If he’s the only one who has to go through such a thing, then that’s fine.

Tommy wouldn’t admit that he didn’t mind being treated like a possession. 

It was just how he was raised.

The word ‘mine’ in itself was thrown around by Wilbur so carelessly, back when Tommy was a kid. Wilbur would be sitting at his bedside at night, an unblinking stare leveled at him with a little too wide smile, and would quietly say mine over and over again. Wilbur would find him in the middle of the day, clutching at him and shoving the younger into his chest, and claiming that Tommy was his own. He would stand in the way of others and tear them to pieces, figuratively and physically, while scaring them away with the constant ramblings of his ‘sunshine’, his ‘darling’, and everything else in between.

Tommy hadn’t realized how wrong it was until late Pogtopia. Until people stared at him and Wilbur with disgust and pity, as Wilbur started to do the unspeakable.

Even then, he hadn’t been too opposed. It was when Dream started that he finally realized just how wrong it felt.

Ghostbur had glared Dream down whenever he used that same word. Even if Ghostbur didn’t fully remember the meaning behind why he was so defensive over calling Tommy ‘mine’, he could still get the point across that Wilbur would definitely have tried to push if he had been alive at the time.