Nightmare

Just sleep, just dream

Just sleep, just dream

Just sleep, just dream

In the back of my mind

I've been trying to chase a monster this whole time

Rain falls around a ragged, curly haired blonde teenager who stands in front of a black portal, gleaming in the light of the torch the boy held, his dark blue eyes defeated. One block is missing from the side, leaving it empty of the purple void indicating the portal was functional. The low light of sunset, said bright ball of fire dropping below the ocean horizon in the distance, casted long shadows across the grass that surrounded the black stone, the boy's shadow stretching towards the void in which he could no longer go.

The silence is deafening, the only noise being water rushing the shore; everything else was just so quiet, so suffocating. The boy straightens, clutching his fists before looking around, fresh scratches and ash coating his body and face, his clothes torn. No tools or weapons hung from his hands, nor did he wear any armour, all of those were in pieces among the wreckage Dream caused.

Tommy's mind reflected on the past few hours, when the blonde-haired, tall man had shown up, cheerful for a visit with Tommy. His gleaming, purple armour shone in the sunlight of mid afternoon, the enchantment glimmer flowing across the netherite in regular pulses. Dream prepared for their ritual of destroying Tommy's stuff, digging a hole in the ground, when he stumbled across the chests Tommy hid under his base.

"Fuck Dream." Tommy cursed, looking at the still smoking crater of where his new beginning was, before the green-eyed bastard showed up and blew it to kingdom come. The man was angry Tommy hid items from his destruction so he lined the base with TNT and set it off, claiming Tommy had to start over and listen better from now on.

He stands still for a few more moments, the sun fully sinking below the horizon before he sighed, rolling his shoulders back, wincing at the bruises forming from being thrown by the explosion earlier, before climbing into the hole to gather any resources he could salvage.

But I couldn't see the monster was me

And no one heard our cries

As he picked through the ruined wood and stone, Tommy thought over the past few months with a scowl, tears tracking clean paths down his face. Dirt blocks scattered the ground, making collection at least somewhat easy as he stacked them in his inventory. He also uncovered a brown coat, something Ghostbur had brought for him, from under a jagged stone piece. Tommy tucked it away in his inventory, some part of his mind still using survival instincts.

Dream had returned regularly to check on him, he was the one Tommy saw the most. What forced everyone else to stay away?

Ranboo the shy and awkward enderman hybrid had made a point of having regular communication with the obnoxious teenage boy. That communication had suddenly stopped with the letters and visits disappearing, Tommy had one suspicion as to who was the reason. The enderman may have been spineless, in Tommy's opinion anyways, and a little bit of a bitch, but Ranboo surprised Tommy with how much they visited. They always reminded Tommy to keep his chin up before they left each time. They were always so endlessly positive and seemed to believe in Tommy, they wouldn't just stop coming without a word.

Ghostbur had also disappeared into thin air, he was prone to doing so but not for this long since they had started 'Lads on Tour', in the spirit's words. The pale phantom with curly brown hair spent lots of time in the base, decorating and brightening up the place, gleaming red blood showing through his yellow sweater he wore on his death day. Though Tommy resented him for what he represented, any company would have been good, any at all. He missed being handed anything blue by the ghost, usually flowers he found from somewhere, often orchids, cornflowers or wool from his sheep he had dyed deep cobalt.