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𝔾𝕠𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕤

Three weeks. 

It had been three weeks since Tommy has had any visitors,
Dream was his last one.

Three weeks since Tommy has had a proper meal or bath.

Three weeks since Tommy has done anything.

The withered boy would usually just stare outside of his white tent looking out into the joyful ocean with empty eyes. By now his hair was greasy and brown from dirt and mud, his clothes were bloody and shredded on his arms and legs, revealing paled scars and injuries, his eyes were a deep vacant blue, a powerful blue hue illuminated off him. He didn't have the will power to stop the glowing. He gave up.

The icy wind ran through Tommy's hair moving any fallen leaves from late December.

"Your a terrible person Tommy"

Dream's voice taunted.

"Ranboo betrayed you."

"I hearby exile you from L'manburg."

Tubbo echoed.

"Leave Tommy."

Tears fell from Tommy's eyes. He couldn't take this anymore. Wilbur was forever gone. Ranboo hasn't seen Tommy for months. Tubbo hated him. Everyone hated him. He had no one else who cared for him. Even Dream. He had driven the man away. 

Dream was, once more, correct. They hated him. They wanted him dead.

"Leave Tommy."

Tommy got up and left his tent heading to the trees. He did nothing but gather stacks of wood, dirt any block he could get his hands on. He didn't stop until the sun was falling. 

They wanted him gone? He'd give them what they wanted.

Tommy walked into the flower field.

The snow that once covered the flowers was now almost completely gone. 

They flowers were dead.

All life in the field was dead.

He'd have to wait until Spring to sniff a flower one final time.

But he didn't have that time.

So he moved on.

Tommy started stacking.

Higher and higher.

No body loves you

Tommy was almost as tall as the trees.

Leave Tommy.

Tommy had ran out of blocks.

He looked to the sky. The golden sun called out to him. Pulled him into it's heat.

Leave Tommy.

So bright. So close. The sun promised him solace. Promised him peace. Promised him Wilbur.