malbithic (allium duo)

1 - Crestfallen Destiny

    08.22.22

        The sky fell dark. Tommy couldn't believe anything anymore. The grave that lay in front of him, the allium that mysteriously died before being picked, it made no sense. This can't be it. It shouldn't be like this. He swallowed a lump in his throat. There's no way he could give his dead best friend a wilted flower on his grave, that's seen as bad luck according to his beliefs. He dropped the picked flower back down into the circle of stones and quickly trudged over and into his tent.

        His head turned to the other allium that sat on his crafting bench. It was the same. Wilted and disheveled, it even had a small string of spider web on it that Tommy swiped away. "You didn't die for months and now you decide to do so now that Ranboo's dead? What the hell..." his mumbling became more angry as he spoke. "The only other memory I have of him decided to cease. God..." Tommy sighed and peered at the coat that draped over his shoulders. The fabric itself was still a bit damp, soaking into his sweater and making his back feel cold.

        Falling backwards onto his bed, he too felt as though he was supposed to be falling down into sleep. After all that happened, he thought sleep could force him to recover faster, like how it is with illnesses and midnight terrors. Left to wake up in the morning to leave whatever problems to be forgotten in the morning. He knew better than that, but he didn't want to. He believed it would be better like that, to sleep off the trauma. He scoffed, laying there with his eyes pinned above him.

        "Dream... I swear I'll kill him once I see him again. A lie for a lie goes the saying blood for blood. Cheeky bastard..." Tommy felt just empty. Not empty like a glass jar collecting dust, but more like an empty classroom. A class where everyone has left and you're still packing up. He feels as though he'll never leave the classroom. He'll stay, left to fumble around with his folders and pencils while his friends have gone out the door without him.

        Sitting there, not knowing what to do as the teacher makes small talk to resolve the silence that surrounded the space. Tommy released a particularly heavy sigh, his lungs noticeably rising and collapsing with the sound. The sparkle that glimmered in the daylight was betrayed once again by mid-day and ceased to exist by sunset. His hope for the world ever blessing him or his loved ones crushed and stomped on, not only by life and its horrors, but by Dream and his tactical manipulation.

        Tommy closed his eyes and focused on the sounds that surrounded the tent and flooded inside. Sounds of the ocean waves crashing against the sandy shallow, of crickets chattering amongst the grass, of a faint waterfall surrounded by a lush forest filling his ears. Wait, a waterfall? The blonde gripped the overcoat on his shoulders and shot up, confusion plastering his face as his eyes blinked open. As quickly as the sound had made its welcome, it was already released from the grasp of acknowledgement, practically ceasing to exist. Now, this was strange. He's never heard such a thing before near his tent, why is it showing up now?

        He slid himself off of his rickety bed and tied the coat around his collar bone by the sleeves to make sure it didn't fall off of his person. Tommy listened for the sound again, but all he heard was the waves from the beach. The sound definitely came from the woods behind his site. Despite his head hurting from the sudden quick movements, he decided to begin a huge trek into the forest. Surely there's gotta be something.

        So, he searched and searched until his legs felt like they were burning up. "Where the hell could it be? And why haven't I heard it anymore?" As if it was on cue, the sounds showed up again, making Tommy's ears perk up at the new noise. This time the noise was more close by, but it made no sense. He didn't move and all of a sudden it starts again? Is this waterfall moving?

        It got louder and louder until he could hear it a few blocks away. The wind that followed the sound was light, like a soft breeze, but he saw nothing. To say he was confused out of his mind was an understatement, he felt as though he had gone insane. Or remembering Ranboo's execution in the form of something elegant. "This is all fucked up... I don't know why this is happening to me, why does everything have to be so full of pain?!" the blonde yelled at nothing, stamping his foot on the leaf covered ground and creating a loud crunching noise.