Tommy has watched his campsite be blown up 3 times in the past month and he's done. He's done with wars, done with violence, and done with fighting. How odd. The great Tommyinnit not wanting to fight anymore. So Tommy sends Ghostbur back to L'manburg permanently and assures him that he'll be back eventually, but Tommy knows that he won't. Tommy smiles as he watches Ghostbur fly away. Tommy goes to live in the Nether with the lava that he loves and no one knows where he went, not even Dream. It's been 3 years and no one's heard anything from Tommy, his exile had just been lifted. Tommy left a note addressed to Ranboo though.

Serie de drabbles que cuentan las aventuras y desventuras de los tres jinetes de la muerte, Error, Geno y Fresh. Sus momentos de hermanos, sus líos amorosos, recuerdos, etc. Error, Fresh y Geno le pernecen a CQ. Cualquier otro personaje que se mencione le pertenece a a sus respectivos creadores. [HIATUS INDEFINIDO]

*** In an Alternate Universe to the Dream SMP, with demons, angels, and mystical creatures. *** Tommy was a child. But his mental age was far from it. His entire life, he'd been alone, trapped in Hell, and forced to fend for himself. Until the day he was left, clinging to his life, all alone. But he didn't die. Physically, at least. From that day onwards, everything changed. And it wasn't necessarily for the better. *** Started: 04 January 2021 Completed: 24 April 2021 *** Trigger Warning This book covers many dark topics, such as trauma, child neglect, and abus3, eds, and bl00d. If any of these topics bother you in some way, I recommend not reading this story *** This story contains the overall storyline of the AU up till chapter 5, events after that are purely headcanon. *** AU Ib: @chewwypepsicola on Twitter ***

"I understand. You heard the place you loved was in trouble, so you came back, but I don't-I just-why didn't you take me?" Here it was, at last. Catharsis, or something close to it. "I would have hunted them down with you, Philza, the people who did that to your town. I would have given you your vengeance on a silver platter. I would have given you the world." Philza didn't look guilty. He just looked tired. "I didn't hunt them down, though." // Or, that fic where Techno and Phil are old immortals, and Tommy and Wilbur are decidedly... not. Angst ensues. //