𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 (𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚋𝚞𝚛)

𝚃𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚡

The process of death for the soul begins in a dark room.  Sand fills in around the 'body,' keeping the person in place.  But it doesn't dig into the 'skin,' it's more comforting.  Almost like a hug.  The soul can hear the living world, and what's happening around the body.  But for Tommy, his body was still surrounded by silence.

So the poor boy was left alone, in the dark, surrounded by sand.  And we all know from Anakin Skywalker that sand is the worst thing to ever exist.

"Jesus mate, I didn't realize he'd do that to ya," a voice rang out.  "I was expecting something quick and painless, sorry for that."

"Who are you," Tommy asked.  "Where are you?"

"Sorry, let me just..."

The sand began to light up, green, yellow, red, and blue lights filled the room, each grain emitting a soft colorfilled glow.  Tommy was laying down in the sand, and the room felt like it stretched on forever.  And standing there, in the middle of the room, was-

"Phil?"

Yeah.  Phil.  Do my job for me, kid.

"Yeah, I guess I deserve to be called that," Phil muttered.

After walking out on his sons with no explanation, he figured he had lost any title of 'father,' but that didn't mean it didn't hurt.

"Where am I," Tommy repeated.

"This is Limbo Toms," Phil replied.  "I'm taking you to meet your mother."

"Really?!"

Phil smiled, and walked over to where the soul of his youngest son was laying down.  He picked him up out of the sand, and Tommy noticed something new about his father.

"What's on your back?"

"Oh, these," Phil asked, lifting out what Tommy was questioning.

Large black feathers ruffled as a pair of wings the size of three houses stretched throughout the endless room.  Tommy instinctively reached out and touched them, marveling at how soft they were.

"Like them," Phil chuckled.

Tommy nodded, not taking his eyes away from or stopping touching the wings.

"Well, maybe we can convince your mother and her friends into giving you a pair."

With a small step back, the wings pulled together and forcefully pushed apart, launching the father and son into the air.  Tommy gripped on to Phil tightly, fearing the potential threat of falling.

Soon enough, Phil landed on a large outstretched hand.  Tommy looked at the fingernails, with pointed tips and painted black.  His eyes then trailed down the arm to the shoulder, and the head of the body.

"Oh, it's been to long," the woman boomed.  "Hello Tommy!"

"Are you my mother," Tommy asked.

"Yes I am, it's so good to finally meet you again," she replied.

Tommy smiled, and immediately began to hug her thumb close.  It was as if he let go, she'd dissappear and he'd wake up right back on that forest floor alone again.

"See?  Told you it'd be fine," Techno stated, appearing next to Phil.

"Yeah, but you didn't have to behead him!"

"It all worked out.  It's fine."

"Mate..."

"Techno!  This is our mother," Tommy shouted excitedly, pointing at the woman's face.

"Yeah, I know Toms.  So, I thought I heard something about you getting wings?"

"Oh, that sounds like a wonderful idea!  Technoblade, would you like some too," the woman questioned.

"No thanks, I'm good with having my brother back."