𝔗𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢 [Quackbur/TNTduo]

1:ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀꜰᴜʟ ꜱᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ

ᴡɪʟʙᴜʀ ᴘᴏᴠ:

In the distance I heard a train. It steadily came closer. I look up at a sign glowing red, it read, 'Revive'
The train came to stop, the doors opened. Inside was this person that looked like me, a de-saturated, me . He was wearing my yellow turtleneck and dress shirt underneath, he had blue eye, and all over him there was weird blue splotches. His face was steaming with tears, they seemed to be burning him. His chest had an unhealed scar, it was still open. It was the same as mine, besides the fact that my blood wasn't blue and It healed over.

I look behind him to see Dream? He was dressed in a dress shirt, and vest, chains where attached to it, leading to his pocket. His mask had two very prominent breaks in it, it looked like it could break at any second. He looked like the conductor. Dream pushed the other man onto the platform in which I stood.

The glowing red lights illuminated the train. I tuck my hands in my pocket, and smile. The only thing that I heard was my boots stepping closer to the train, and the pathetic version of me crying. I step on to the train, and grab onto a straphanger. I grab my red beanie sitting on my head, and throw it to the platform, before the doors close. Getting rid of the person that I once was. I look around the train, and notice a pair of round glasses, the glass was tinted red Perfect. I slide the glasses onto my face, loving them already.
The train starts moving, red a white lights ran passed as the train got closer to is destination.
Finally after thirteen an a half years, Things will be different now, I can start anew. I'm never going back to that god forsaken train station.

"I don't want him to come back"

All I see is darkness. It smells of dirt, ashes, and the metallic smell of blood.
I open my eyes. A tall blonde, covered in a lot of scars and bruises, stood a few feet away from me, Tommy. Left of him stood a short brunette. His hair covered the humble eyes I once knew. On his temples were short, brown horns, Tubbo. Right of Tommy stood a towering character. Who's skin was one part black, and the other white. They were wearing a fitted suit, Ramboo? Rainbow?
I can't remember. They looked at me, shocked.
"Hello again."
"Oh no," Tommy breathed.
"Tommy, I have been waiting for over a decade in mere darkness..." I turn and step to the hill behind me,
"This is my sunrise. This is my sunrise. This is mine!" I say with delight, reaching my arms out to the ruins of my once glorious country.
"I'm Alive!" I yell, laughing.

A/N
Don't comment about the whole dream thing going on right now, I've never cared for Dream. I don't support dream at all, and I will delete any comments talking about it. It is just the character in this and in any other thing I make. Henmight be mentioned every now and then, such as with Tommy's exile or L'manburg, but he will not be prominent in this story. I make these stories so, myself and others can escape the real world, so please just don't talk about it.