Death Playground

The Final Night 2

I'm sick, which may affect the writing of this chapter, but eh.

(A/N: NOT SICK ANYMORE, WOOO-)
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Bad's POV

I was sitting with Tommy. He was crying. I knew why, he knew why, heck, everyone knew why!

I felt so bad for him. It was me who poisoned Dream's food, but it was Dream who sneakily switched the plates, causing Wilbur to die.

Techno sacrificed himself so that Phil could live, only for Phil to be pushed off a glass panel by Dream.

Tommy had no-one left. And it broke me to see him cry like this. Having no family, no proper friends, it hurts.

"Hey, Tommy, I-"

"Shut up." Tommy hissed, picking up his notebook and sifting through it.

"Look, I'm sorry about your family and-"

"You're not."

"Huh? I am sorry! Tommy, I just wanted to say-"

"YOU'RE NOT!" he slammed down the notebook, making me jump. "YOU'RE NOT SORRY! IF YOU GOT OFF YOUR ASS AND SAVED WILBUR, THIS WOULDN'T HAVE HAPPENED! MAYBE, IF YOU TOLD PHIL TO NOT GO ONTO THE PANELS, MAYBE HE WOULDN'T HAVE DIED! MAYBE IF YOU PARTNERED WITH TECHNO, HE WOULD HAVE BEEN ALIVE! YOU. ARE. NOT. SORRY!"

The air suddenly turned ice cold as Tommy stared at me, tears streaming down his face like rivers. Then, he grabbed his notebook and ran off.
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Tommy's Notebook

FUCK BAD FUCK KARL FUCK ME FUCK EVERYTHING I FUCKING HATE THIS

WHY DID EVERYONE I CARE FOR HAVE TO DIE. WHY?!

Tubbo, Phil, Ranboo, Techno, Wilbur, Michael, Eret, Sapnap, Quackity Niki, Deo. THEY ARE ALL DEAD.

I know there's only supposed to be one person alive at the end, but I want my family. I want my friends. I want to be with them.

I just wanna go back home.
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WeAllNeedTherapy- 's POV

I've been seeing the last few days of the game, and I don't think anyone has good spirits, so I've decided to play some music!

I switched on the speakers and put on a few songs at the same time, which immediately blared out of the speakers.

I heard some surprised yells, which was somehow a (good?) reaction that I wanted.

I looked at the cameras to see what was going on. It was surprising how melancholy the rooms were. We knew Quackity was dead. Karl was sitting on a bunk bed crying, Bad was staring into space, and Tommy.... wasn't there?!

Oh shit.

"GALAXY, WE HAVE A BIG PROBLEM!" I screamed

"What is it Ali? I swear to god, there has been too many problems already, and-"

"TOMMY'S GONE."

"...Fuck." Galaxy said. "Check the rest of the cameras, k?"

"Right." I nodded and looked back at the cameras, switching from each one every few seconds.

I looked over at camera 117, and stared in shock. Tommy was stood over the body of Karl, a bloody knife in his hand, and his face was looking towards the camera, a crazy smile etched on his face.

"GALAXY!" Somehow, in the two minutes Tommy had been gone, he had killed Karl! How did he do it?

"Did you find him?! Where is- he..." Galaxy stared at the screen, frozen to the spot. "I'm gonna go and... get the guards." I knew she was squeamish, so I nodded and let her go.

Tommy started speaking, though, and the camera's could pick it up.

"I want to go home... I want to go home I want to go home I want to go home I WANT TO GO HOME!" he screamed, tears falling down his face. "Just let me fucking leave..."

Oh, how I wanted to just go to him and let him out, but I knew I couldn't. I had to make sure the games were done.
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Wow, imagine having to use she/her pronouns for Galaxy because you can't just suddenly change them ;-;

Also, first update in 3 months! Hope you still like it :)