Cigarette?

The Cliff

I tried and tried until it was beyond apparent, I couldn't do it again. I'm disappointed, sure. But part of me is scared of it anyways. What even is it? I'm not sure if I'm more frightened of finding out or never knowing. If there's one thing I learned in my life, it's that ignorance is bliss.

That said, I was pretty ignorant. Blow up a whole nation and think no one would catch me? I'm rather glad I was caught. At least by Phil. Who knows how much worse it could have been. At least it happened quickly. Now I serve as a warning, a ghost story.

As my mind has for days now, my mind wanders back to the vision. Each time, I was needed. Maybe I just have to wait until someone needs me again. Or maybe, ots someone near death? Or both? Tommy, on that tower. He needed me. And was near death.

Ghostbur is always near death I suppose, and seems to constantly need assistance. Or that meeting at the community house. I was almost certain someone would die there. They needed an experienced political diplomat.

That last one may have been a stretch, but you could say I have a fair argument for either option. Or maybe those moments were random.

Either way, I need to ve prepared next time. Like a true theater kid, a start practicing speeches and trying to check in at regular intervals. I even attempt to do my hair on occasion. Just in case.

Then it finally happens. I try, abd I feel myself phase into the Overworld, glitches of it passing around me in neon green. Like him. That disturbing green hue.

Then it harshly glitches and I'm standing in a town square at dusk. I see a tower, from which an anvil hangs. Oh... Ghostbur told me about this too.

It takes a literal small army ro drag technoblade into the square. Da-Philza looks down sadly from a balcony. His wings... how long have they been ruined like that? I can see from here the bars over his windows and on his door. And then I catch a glimpse of the shackles. He's under house arrest? What for? He's quite possibly the most peaceful man here!

"You actually got him." He says mournfully, and clearly in denial. Quackity, in a bloody apron, smirks. Tubbo looks almost ashamed, but determined. Like this is a nessisary evil. A very tall man who's black and white follows rather blindly. Abd then.... is that fundy??? He's looks so grown up.

"Phil! Phil what did they do to you??" Technos raspy yet strangely asthetic voice cries out, and he struggles ever so much against the army he faces. They all panic. They're scared.

I watch unable to look away but not wanting to see as Techno is forced into an open topped cage and his sentence is read aloud.

Then the chaos starts. I don't even see it all. My eyes are just drawn to movement. Someone pearls in, people start yelling, the anvil falls, wait- it fell!

I watch as it crushes techno and as he dies momentarily. And for a second we make eye contact. And then I'm gone again. Where am I now? What is this?

I'm on a cliff. I pull myself over the edge just above me and see it. Dreams base. I don't know how I know, but I do. Everyone is there. And Dream is... yelling? He's cornered! They'll finally stop him!

"If you kill me, thenwilbur dies for good!" He spits out. And I freeze. What?

"I can bring him back." Dream says. Thats- that's not possible. It can't be... can it? Even if it is,I don't think I want to come back. Not if he lives. He's a monster. But....

But I want to live. I want to truly feel the sun on my face. To taste bread, or chicken, or sand again. I want to smell the gunpowder, and feel the heat of the fire. I want to light a fuse and- what I saying?? I can't go back! I'll just ruin it again. It's better if I stay. And yet.... it's ok to be selfish, isn't it?

Tommy starts glitches, and I can see him. I always could, but it's different now. I- I think he can see me too. Maybe.

I smile, a single tear rolls down my cheek. I try to stay in his sight. He gasps.

"Hello, did you miss me?" I try not to cry. My practiced speeches have left me completely.

Tommy looks at Mr, and looks to dream. He's going to kill him. Good. That much power should not be held by anyone.

"I'm proud." I say, placing my hand on his shoulder. I feel myself glitch and I know he can't see. Everything after that is faint. But I see them take dream away. Alive.

Why????

Then I'm back. In limbo.

For once, I'm not tired. I'm exhausted, but I feel no need to sleep. For some reason, I remember my dad waking me up when I was little.

"Up and at em, mate. You can sleep when you're dead." He scolds me. It was past noon and he had let me Stat home to sleep. That didn't happen much. And I slept through lunch even.

Turns out he was wrong, I can't sleep when I'm dead. I feel rather restless now. How ironic. I should have carped way more diams. Now I never get to see em.

I refuse to let myself fall into misery again. It's my own fault I'm here, I lost everything in search of power. I lost my mind, I lost my cool, my friends my nation, my family. I lost my faith, my morals, I lost control. Till there was just one thing left to lose. I lost my life. And I'm better for it. I'm starting a redemption arc, right here and now.