I.M.P Tommyinnit!

Chapter 17

Tommy pov:
"Oh, my fucking prime! Drista, is that you bestie?!"

Throwing myself onto the goddess of chaos, she was in an imp form with white hair and black horns.

"What's up bitch? Heard you die and went to hell, so I thought I'd join ya."

Letting them go, I looked around the street and saw a coffee shop. I knew she followed my gaze as we both walked there without a single word.

"So how long have you been stalking me? Cause you don't seem interested in anything, even though it's hell."

As I said that screams could be heard as someone was causing distractions across from us. Grabbing someone else's order, I left a twenty on the counter.

As we left the store, everything outside was on fire, yet Drista didn't bat an eye to it. Didn't even laugh when an adult imp kicked a child.

"Okay, girl, tell me who hurt you. I'll deal with them."

Taking a sip of my drink, it was just milk. Drista took a long sip before spitting it out.

"I've known of this place before you die. The gateway was open when you died, and your soul went through."

When Drista said this, I looked around the street as both nothing and something happened around me.

'I guess it makes sense why I haven't seen or heard of anything from Schlatt or anyone else.'

"So it's your fault I'm here?"

Drista nodded her head, and I gripped my cup. Halting my steps, Drista stopped as well and just looked at me.

"Do I have to go back to the void?"

Looking down, I couldn't do it being in that dark room with only Schlatt and Mexican Dream.

Drista went to my side and pulled me by the shoulder as my body shook, she doesn't deny or confirm what I had just asked.

The crowds started the thin out, and soon, we were alone in an abandoned alleyway. I can't bring myself to look up at Drista.

"Do you want to go back? Cause if you do, then here," Drista throws an enderpearl that was an odd color.

"Say it's a gift from friend to friend. I just came to give you this and let you know I'll be in touch. Bye!"

With that, Drista went in her original form before teleported away to who knows where.

Looking down at the pearl, it felt cold in my hands. Home is cold, but the nether was warm. Hell is like the nether.

"E-eveyone back home is now happy with me gone, I won't ruin it..."

Pocketing the pearl, I headed to the hotel for my afternoon shift.