Origins Away (DISCONTINUED)

"Who Are You?"

Chapter 1:

Tommy groaned as he felt light headed, he must of had respawned some where. He's skin felt a soft surface of freshly cut grass beneath him.

He stood up looking around, dusting off the grass pieces that were stuck to his cocky brown pants.

It was unfamiliar. A floating island with an elevator up to an opened house. It seemed nicely decorated with leafs and vines hanging on the side, being place with care, and thought.

"What the fuck,"

Pause. That voice sounds eerily like his. He looked up to be in contact with his face; the only differences were their eyes seemed like a lighter shade of blue, no scar what so ever, and he had smaller mocked red wigs as ears and a bigger pair on his back.

He's wings seemed to flutter above the ground little standing a good couple inches above him.

"W-Who are you," His counter eyes narrowed grabbing Tommy face with both of his hands, particularly squeezing his cheeks. Tommy quickly slammed them off as habit.

"I don't know.." He mutters under his breath looking up at the person that looked like himself. "Who are you?"

"Tommy.. Tommyinnit..." His counter told him meekly. "And you're are..."

"Am Tommy too... Tommyinnit," His counter let out a scoff.

"Obviously," His counter chuckled  under his breath, looking amused before moving closer to him. He lifted up an eye brow. "How did you even get here?"

Tommy shrugged. He doesn't even know himself. Yesterday he was sleeping in his bed. The next thing he know he was woken up by a whatever he was dreaming about that alarmed him enough to wake up.

Now he seems to be in a alternate universe. With his avian counterpart.

The avian snatched his wrist pulling him. He stumbled on his feet as they tangled together at how fast the avian was going, especially when the avian would  fly a little bit higher.

He felt like his whole body was being lifted of the ground. His arm felt numb and felt like it was about to fall off, from his own body weight.

"W-What the fuck are you doing," He groaned as he felt a sharp pain from when the avian pulled him up a little too hard.

"To met Phil. If anyone he will know what's up," Tommy shallowed. He had to remind himself that this isn't he's universe. This Philza isn't the same one who killed your brother. He's different at least he hope he is.

Tommy could hear a snap of what sounds like a carrot getting bitten into.

"Stay here," The avian grins. "I want this surprise them. Am sure they will think am super cool if I show them my alternate counter part." The blond smiles. Quickly running inside.

"Hey Phil and Tech," Tommy smiles brightly. The two just shot him a glare that make the avian smile awkwardly.

"You won't believe what I saw today. Well it's must less then a what but a who"

Phil didn't even seemed to be listening just seemed to be tuned out, working on some of of the paperwork's he had stacked on his desk. Well Techno was in a chair next to him, munching on his golden carrot he had on hand.

"Uhh Phil," Tommy said nervously letting out a soft chuckle. "I hope am not disrupting something ." He laughs awkwardly holding his hand on the back of his neck. He landed on to the floor putting a halt to his wings as he tucked them behind him.

"You actually are. Me and Techno are discussing some changes we should to. A lot of people are wanting changes to the pub.

"Oh yeah important mayor stuff," Tommy fidget with his fingerless gloves look down nervously. "But I promise it's very important I-"

"Look Tommy. Can it wait. Am just very busy" the Elytra implored.

"Yeah," He trials off closing the door. Tommy looked at he's counter part who looked defend clutching his fist and looking down on the ground. "Maybe Ranboo and Tubbo will know something," He grabbed his hand a smile flashed back through his face. As he grabbed his hand giggling on the way to me his bee friend.

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"What is this?" Ranboo looked at the wooden makeshift cup Tubbo made. It look like it was supposed to be a cup. Just very handmade and very ruffed up like the wood worker was haft asleep when working it. Being royal and all, he would get golden cups hand painted by the most finest crafter in his kingdom.

"A cup," Tubbo told him his eye browns lifting up with confusion. "Never seen a homemade cup before?"

Ranboo laughs. "No. I have very nicely made real golden cups. Made by the finest crafters." Tubbo rolled his eyes letting out a huff. It was not out of annoyance but it was just like he already knew what Ranboo was going to say.

The prince doesn't hang around him a lot. But ether way Tubbo enjoys the endermans company even when he seems clueless of every simple thing.

"Tubs!" A familiar voice shouted. His blond avian friend waving at him. He waved back giving a sweet smile. It was quickly retracted when he sees another person who looks just like his friend walking next to him.

Tubbo mouth dropped staying slacked. "Tommy, who-"

"This is me I guess... well a alternative version of me," Tommy explains looking at the enderman who seems just as confused.

"Is this what you commoners get up to," He seemed to be holding back a few words as his counterpart of him look down nervously.

"N-No not usually. But isn't  it cool," The avian hybrid threw his hands on the blonds shoulders. His counterpart yelped in response.

"Yeah!" Tubbo exclaimed looking at the hybrids look alike. He seemed to have a duller blue in his eyes and small scars scatter all over his face. "You seemed like Tommy, but the more seasoned version of him."

His counterpart let out a soft chuckle. "You think so," There was some sadness in the undertones of those words, but not one asked questions or pointed it out.

There was some small talk around the small house. Tommy almost felt a little more secure then he did back in the SMP. This seems nicer, more peacefuller. No wars to fight not new scars to be made. For the first time in a while he felt comfort.

He wants to stay here. Forever.

But there a sting in his heart. He can't leave Wilbur he as to stop him from doing anything stupid and not to mention Dream. He can't just leave Tubbo alone with him... what if he—

That thought alone quickly alerted Tommy too speak out. "Can we stop messing around. And find a way so I can go back, quick." It isn't like Tommy wants to play hero the SMP, and trap the big bad Dream back in prison. He doesn't care about that. The whole world could be ending and as long as the people he cares about is safe. He doesn't give a fuck.

"Ah sorry," The avian said softly."

"We could ask Wilbur," Tubbo blurted.

"That idiot," Tommy scoffs, but he didn't hide the slightly smile he made.

He was once like that. With a brother figure who he looked to up greatly. Who he trusted with everything. Who he inspired to be.

This versions of him had everything he didn't have.

A/N: I really hope it's not confusing when Orgin!Tommy and DSMP!Tommy talks. If it is please tell me and I will try to make more clear.