Zᴏᴍʙɪᴇ | Uɴᴅᴇᴀᴅ!Tᴏᴍᴍʏɪɴɴɪᴛ AU

Bᴜᴛ Yᴏᴜ Sᴇᴇ, ⵊᴛ's Nᴏᴛ Mᴇ, ⵊᴛ's Nᴏᴛ Mʏ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ

TW// cussing, blood, gun, crying

Tommy's POV

The air was very still, though, I felt a presence. Like I wasn't actually alone. Or, at least there was someone in the house. Maybe not necessarily in the same room as me.

I walked down a narrow hallway. I peeked into a room. A bathroom. The mirror was shattered and the porcelain sink was busted, as well as the toilet.

I continued to walk down the hall, and spotted a door. There wasn't anything special about the door. It was just wood with white chipping paint, but I felt like I knew it. I pushed it open and looked inside.

The red paint on the walls were chipped. The brown wooden floors were scratched and scuffed, the white ceiling was wet and caved in, and the red and white sheets on the bed were torn and half in the floor.

I saw many familiar things around the room. There were assorted music discs on one wall, a torn cow plush on the bed, a silver sword leaned in the corner that still seemed it be in pretty good shape, and a flag on the wall above the bed.

The flag was only being held up by one corner, and it was torn and a little burned. The flag was blue at the top, white in the middle, and red at the bottom. There were yellow and red X's in the middle, and a black half circle with a yellow outline on the left side.
(It's the L'Manburg flag if you're confused, idk if I explained it good)

I saw a picture handing on the wall. I walked over and looked at it. The photo held many people.

One tall with pink hair, one slightly shorter with brown fluffy hair, one shorter with blonde hair, one with brown hair and a split colored leather jacket, a very short one with brown hair and a green shirt, and then another. A boy. He had blonde hair and a red and white shirt.

He looked...like me. Only, he wasn't half dead. He was actually alive. He was happy.

Was that actually me?

I looked from the boy in the picture, to myself in the broken mirror in the room.

Yes, it was me. This was my home before whatever happened that made me wake in the forest. That was my family. This was my room.

I walked back out of the room, hoping someone in that photo was still here.

I walked into what I think was the sitting room, is it called?

I heard the floor creek from behind me, followed my what sounded like the click of a gun.

???'s POV

"I don't know, Phil! It was weird! The person kinda looked dead and the Z's weren't attacking them, but it ran, and the fire didn't affect it." I said. "Ask Toby, he was there too! I'm not crazy." "Yeah, it was weird." Tubbo stated.

"Ranboo, I think you boys need to stay away from the Z's and the guns and stuff for a while." Phil said. "You need a break. You're letting this shit get to your head. I don't need you two going haywire on me, ok? I've already lost one of my kids, I'm not loosing another."

I blinked at him for a moment.

"Excuse me? We aren't going fucking crazy, Phil!" I scoffed. "I mean, if we were, would we both really see the exact same thing?" I asked. Phil shrugged. "I dunno. I'm not a psychologist." He said.