Cold - 2

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Characters: Tommy

CW // Mild swearing, Suicidal thoughts, Implied depression

Setting: Dream SMP (no AUs, just plot stuff)

Storyline: Based off of recent streams :)

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I never liked the cold. But that's all I feel anymore.

I feel it when I'm alone. Being lonely makes me feel lost. The cold reminds me of the stone walls in caves and ravines. It reminds me of arrows and betrayal. The booming laugh of Schlatt and the feeling I felt when Wilbur walked by, chuckling madly. It washed over me when I heard the dreaded words out of my best friend's mouth. I can't escape it. Everywhere I go it follows me. I hate it so much.

That's what it's like being cold.


I like being warm. I have distant memories of warmth I used to feel.

I feel it when I'm with other people. When I know people are looking out for me. I miss that feeling. I miss waking up to a flag proudly flowing and my friends eating breakfast together. I miss calling Tubbo clingy and staying up late every night talking to him. I miss blaming Techno on something petty I did. I miss Phil's confused scoff that he did when I made a dumb joke. I miss arguing with Wilbur over the smallest, funniest things. I miss the smell of fresh baked cookies, and the Spanish talk I couldn't understand.

That's what warmth feels like.


The lava is also warm. It's warmth taunts me. I so badly want to feel warm again. It would be so easy to be warm again. I'm just one step away. Nobody would stop me.

"Tommy," says a familiar American accent monotonously. That green mother fucker.

I zone back in and look slowly up at Dream, who was tightly gripping my shoulder. I attempt to shrug his hand away but don't have the strength to and stare at the lava again. Dream pulls me away from the ledge roughly.

"It's not your time to die yet, Tommy," he says as Sapnap and Ghostbur return. 

"It's never my time to die," I mumble. We all walk back through the nether back to my residence. But I could never call it my home. 

It's too cold. Everything's too cold. 

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349 words.

YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO 1K READS???? YOU GUYS ARE INSANE!

Seriously, thank you all so much. 

But yeah, I finally finished this draft!!! I'm really proud of this one :D

My next drafts, so you can sorta expect what to seen soon, are:
I Don't Like Musicals - Part 5
I did it for you. (Tubbo traitor for finale) (i probably wont finish this one but i might :0)
Warm (Tommy) - 2/2

so yeah! maybe comment which one you like most >:)

Bye bye!!!

12/8/2020

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