Igniting a darkened flame. // SBI

An ending was just a new begining.

Tw: Talk about saucy side

Tommy sat alone in an empty apartment way too big.

Two weeks.

So much had happened, too much had happened.

And now where did that get him?

In a cheap apartment down in eighth, a gun in one hand, a lottery ticket in the other.

He used to dream of a life beyond the warehouse, and now he knew what was waiting for him all he wanted to was run right back.

Glancing at the lottery ticket he wondered what would happen if he did win Tommy struggled to imagine that future.

He remembers a time when he took chances, when he was just an impulsive kid. Maybe that's what lead to him putting on that now bloodstained mask and dawning the title of 'Prometheus'.

Prometheus was a hero, he saved people and at the end of the day it wasn't Prometheus that killed Monarch, Mask or his friends.

He could try blame him but even he knew that was a lie.

Because Tommy had killed them, no one could be blamed but Tommy.

He held the knife that stabbed into Monarch, It was his fault that explosion killed Mask, it was because of him that Ranboo was trapped in that fire in the first place, It was him that took Tubbo to fourth where he was killed and if it weren't for his need for revenge Purpled wouldn't have been anywhere near that battlefield.

It was him that pushed Wilbur off of that building, a manic smile on the mans face as he fell.

He'll never forget those he killed just because of his risk that he chose to take.

"Toms."

And those faces wouldn't leave him alone either.

"You aren't real." He was tired, tired of this routine, tired of this repetitive cycle.

"Oh I know, I've accepted that." Purpled looked at him blankly from where he sat beside him. "But you my friend have not."

"You're so annoying even in fucking death." Tommy chuckled with no real humour. "I keep seeing Ranboo and Tubbo lurking around me but you, you are the only one that speaks to me."

"Maybe you like that." The arrow that killed him still stuck out of Purpled's chest, a constant reminder of how he had failed.

"I don't" Tommy replied firmly.

"Don't lie to your big brother Tom tom, I see right through you."

"I never lie purp, Its one off my awesome traits." He tried to sound funny but his face was blank and his voice had a sense of emptiness behind it.

They sat in silence for a moment, maybe if it was any earlier Tommy would question his sanity but now he treasured these moments with his lost brother. He leaned on to the fake Purpled's shoulder allowing a single tear to fall down his face.

"God I fucked up." He stated shakily. "If Mask hadn't missed that arrow."

"Don't say that Tommy, Don't you dare say that to me."

"It's my fault, you didn't deserve this."

"Tommy that was my choice, my decision that put me on that rooftop, You didn't make me put on that mask." Purpled tried looking at him in the eyes but he turned away in shame.

"But if I hadn't become Prometheus none of this would've happened, you would all be alive." He sobbed.

"You can't control the decisions people make, Monarch threw those bombs by choice, he knew what would happen but he risked it all to capture Muse, Mask shot that arrow by choice, Wilbur started that fire by choice, Quackity took you in by choice, Tubbo joined you in four by choice and Wilbur blew it all to hell by his own choice."