An exasperated deity had locked all members of the SMP in a small room, with a wide screen taking up a majority of the space. Tommy's memories shone brightly on the TV; every single weakness exposed to those who hated him most. High resolution and all. Fuck. He was going to kill Drista once he got out of here. ⚠️Disclaimer⚠️ This story is not mine. It's written and published by an anonymous on ao3. I wanted to publish the story here because it's good American I don't want you to miss it, because of it being on another site:) Also the person who wrote this never finished the story but another one have made an ending so I'm gonna put that ending in this book to have a somewhat completed story.
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