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Old friends - c!goldenboys

c!Goldenboys brainrot. Hurt/comfort. TW: crying, slight panic, slight yelling, but not in a negative way.

Tommy stood atop that same tower that he has stood on only a year ago. There wasn't much hope for him anymore. Nothing had gotten better.

Dream had escaped prison, Tommy's friend had died, and Tommy still had all of those bad memories that never seemed to go away. He could feel tears poking at his eyes just thinking about it.

You see, Tommy wasn't planning to jump, at least not right now. He had come up to think. Nobody would dare to come up there with him. Though, a randomly-shot arrow from below didn't sound too bad right about now.

He didn't really have much to live for. No matter what he did, everyone would hate him. He couldn't take it. The only person that would like him...no, he hasn't seen him in ten years. He wasn't coming back, Tommy knew that.

Still, he couldn't help but hope. If it was the only thing keeping him from jumping, he would keep hoping.

Tommy needed to distract himself. He couldn't focus on his old friend that obviously wasn't coming back.

He's had enough of standing here. He's had enough of thinking about how enticing it sounds to jump right now.

He'd make up a reason if that meant he had a reason to live.

That was sad, honestly. He had to make up a reason to live to keep himself going.

There were more reasons to live, he just couldn't see them.

Maybe he'd see the reason soon.

Maybe he'd finally be happy.

That was all he wanted, really.

He didn't think he was asking for much.

He jumped down, a water bucket helping him land without injury. It didn't make sense to Tommy, but not much did in this world.

He could hear a voice.

It was in his head.

Stop thinking it's him.

He was hearing things.

That what you get for living through three explosions.

It was just driving him closer to dying right here, right now.

He couldn't take the voice anymore.

He grabbed his bow and arrow, pointing it up, just right, so it would hit him.

He knew the consequences.

The voice got louder, soon tackling him.

Tommy dropped the bow and arrow, starting the burst into tears.

He was held tightly, the other boy letting him cry.

Finally, when Tommy had calmed down, he asked a question.

"Purpled, is it really you?"

Purpled almost laughed at Tommy's question.

"Of course it's me. Who else?"

Purpled still had the smile Tommy had always remembered.

"Let's go."

Purpled helped Tommy up, and they headed to Purpled's house.

"Why are we going there?"

"I can tell you don't want to be here."

Tommy let it happen. Not complaining, not refusing. Just following the slightly-older boy as they walked to his house.

Tommy would stay at that house for a while. He wasn't sure if he wanted to life, but he sure didn't want to die. He had his friend. Nothing else mattered to him.

Also, they raised Shroud together and gave her the best childhood they could.