Bleach

I met a girl, Amnesia was her name, and today we claimed to be platonically married. She’s quite bitchy but at least I have a friend. It's funny though cause I think I’m in love with our friendship. In love with the idea of having someone care. It's fun to feel cared for. To feel safe. I met two other people today, I can’t remember their names but I think one was a goat boy and his boyfriend or something was tall and weird looking. Amnesia made me do shit with her today cause I didnt wanna but whatever. She can be a bitch i guess. Id like it more if she left me alone some days though. I just want to sleep all day some days but I can’t control her, its annoying that i cant tho. Im just trying to get by in this hell hole.

-Tommy :/

I met a girl today and Amnesia was her name. I also met a boy(?) their name was Ron-Ranboo. Both of them were pretty cool if you ask me! We had a lot of fun just dicking around last night, we blew shit up and fell asleep in a flower field. Though it wasn’t pog in the morning. I woke up cold and I was in the middle of nowhere, my entire body was sore from however the fuck i got there and I had a fucking huge headache! Shit wasn’t good. I met Amnesia that morning she was fucking around in the trees or someshit. She confronted me and told me a bunch of bullshit that i didn’t listen too cause -im way too cool to listen to a woman- I didn’t want to ya know fuck that shit. But Amnesia was blabbing away so I told her to just kill me cause I'm like 90% sure I should be dead right now but I GUESS NOT! Nothing I said she listened to anyway cause she just knocked me the fuck out and flew me home. Turns out she’s a fucking goddess! Like what the fuck man. But she's also like my friend or some shit now I guess so I'm friends with a goddess :). She wears a mask with a winky face on it which is weird. I don't know she’s weird so like yeah. The Ranboo guy is fucking weird too but eh i guess thats the type of people im friends with now. The three of us are kinda like family. It's pretty cool if you ask me.

-Tommy :D

A sudden scream from that girl Amnesia makes Tommy jump, losing his train of thought. “TOMMY, you can’t just leave like that man. We’re here to have fun!” Tommy turns to look at her, noticing the tall dude from earlier is standing behind her. “We’re also bringing Ranboo with us cause they seem pretty chill!” Amnesia flashes him a smile from under her mask. Ranboo just shakes from the acknowledgement, which the blond finds a bit comedic.

“Alright, fine. Just give me a minute, bitch!” Tommy quickly writes down ‘How to Sex’ on the cover of his notebook before tossing it down on his bed. “Where are we goin’ and don’t you dare fucking fly me into the clouds again, dickhead!” Drista only laughs at the comment.

“I won’t! I promise!” Amnesia keeps laughing, appearing to have a complete mood swing from that morning; giving tough love and harsh slaps with reality to lighthearted and energetic. To be completely honest, Tommy much prefers this attitude over the one from earlier that day. He feels as if he can actually enjoy her presence and have fun with her despite their rocky start.

The group of teens exit Tommy’s home to look for a bit of chaos to create. With a quick movement, Drista scoops up the other two and flies them up, the action causing Ranboo to hold onto her with all his might to not be dropped. Tommy on the other hand is scoping out where a fun place to blow shit up would be.

Amnesia speaks to the taller, “What if we blew up that ugly ass hobbit hole over there?”

“I think it’s kinda cute.”

“I think it belongs to my brother's mushroom boyfriend, so we should blow it up.” The bluntness of it all causes the group of teens to burst out laughing. They’re going to have fun–Tommy can finally have fun. “So first things first.” Drista drops the two mortals down in front of the hobbit hole. “You two need some fire!” She drops down some flint and steel to the two boys.

Tommy cackles from the power he suddenly has, “YEAHHHHHH TIME TO BURN SOME SHIT DOWN, BOYS!” Amnesia laughs with him while Ranboo just stands confused and slightly concerned. Tommy pulls the taller into the hobbit hole, raiding the house for any good items while Amnesia places TNT outside of the house. The dual tone boy, though hesitant at first, seems to get into it soon enough, laughing and messing around with Tommy. With Ranboo taking the first step to light the fire, the duo quickly set the house ablaze.

Drista shouts a warning to the two inside, “RUN! SHE’S ABOUT TO BLOW!” The duo inside come sprinting out of the house, adrenaline running through their blood and excitement radiating off of them. The three find themselves in a fit of laughter as the TNT can be heard going off behind them.

In the moment Tommy feels happiness, and he feels safe. Maybe he doesn’t need his real family; this is enough for him. Finally, a wash of peace runs over Tommy’s body and he falls to the ground with a smile, Drista and Ranboo quick to follow his actions. The group of teens lay laughing in a pile on the ground, moon rising in the distance. Nothing can replace the feeling. Tommy feels at home. As the laughter dies down, Tommy feels an arm wrap around him. It’s Amnesia’s. She scoops the two up and flies them upwards into the air. Unlike the past times, Tommy stays quiet, seeming to relax into the chaos, while Ranboo on the other hand is screaming from the suddenness of the whole situation.

Tommy finds himself laughing with Amnesia, resting his head on her shoulder, laughing quietly instead of his usual obnoxious laugh. Drista flies the two taller boys around, finding a simple flower field for the three of them to relax in after the chaos that they had created. Drista sets the two down and pulls a blanket out of her bag, laying it out on the ground for the three to sit on.

The moment is simple–peaceful some would say. The three teens lay out under the moon in a field of flowers, a cool breeze washing over their bodies as they speak to one another in a hushed tone. Tommy can’t have asked for anything more at the moment. He has everything he can ever need.

With the moon reaching higher in the night sky, Tommy feels himself dozing off. His arms coil around Ranboo’s body, bringing the taller closer for warmth, while Amnesia floats idly above them, whispering facts about the stars to Ranboo.

Ranboo places his hand in Tommy’s mess of hair, petting him subconsciously. The devil horned boy isn’t one to regularly fall into a scene like this, but it feels more than natural to Ranboo; It felt right. The taller hums softly as they listen to Drista’s facts about the stars–all of it sounds strange but who is he to correct a goddess. Drista seems to speak fondly of the stars, calling them her home. She tells Ranboo that each star is a different reality–each similar but never the same. She tells him the further you look, the more changes you can find.

Drista slowly finds herself getting more and more attached to the mortals–the way Ranboo just listens to her peacefully and how Tommy can match her chaotic energy to a T. It’s hard for her to not get attached to them. She simply wants to help out her fellow goddess but now she’s just as fond of them as Mumza is. A sigh escapes her mouth. It’s all so perfect, maybe too perfect.

It’s not perfect at all, she reminds herself. The two mortals she finds herself attached to have memory loss. They won’t remember her if she doesn’t stay close to them. The mortals aren’t perfect and neither is she, but they make her happy, and that’s all that matters.

Tommy works his way slowly out of the poorly constructed shelter he made, trying to figure out where his home would be from his current spot. Knowing it would be generally north of where he was, he looks up at the sky, searching for the sun, easily finding which direction North was. Now all he needs is a boat. The Brit sighs at the realization, not wanting to do all of this work while in pain.

"Psst! Hey you, Blondie!" A voice had called out to Tommy, making the boy's head spin trying to figure out where the voice had come from. "In the tree dumbass!"

Tommy cranks his neck backward to look up at the feminine voice, nearly falling from the whiplash he feels. There is a young feminine person in the trees, wearing a long green dress with messy patchwork and sleeves that fall off their shoulders, a brown cloak that just covers their bare shoulders and head, and lastly, a mask with a '; )' engraved in it. The mask seems familiar, yet Tommy can’t tell if it’s in a good or bad way. The mask seems friendly enough. It even has small blush marks etched into it.

The girl drops down from the tree and seems to almost float onto the snowy floor of the tundra. The Brit takes a closer look at them. They have a belt snug around their waist to probably keep the items hanging off of it in check, and they have a satchel slung over their shoulder, but it doesn’t hold arrows. In fact, the quiver was empty.

"Tommy, right? I'm Drista! I'm the girl sent to your rescue. I'm gonna get your amnesia-having-ass out of this freezing place!" The way Drista speaks sounds young and happy, like if anything bad or traumatic was to happen to her, it would roll right off, like a raincoat. Tommy finds that strange. Anyone can experience bad situations–surely she has at some point in her life–but something about her vibrant voice and eccentric body language makes it seem like she may not even be alive. Tommy shakes his head at the idea. He has no reason to assume that this person isn’t just happy–but really, who’s that happy??

"How do you know my name?" Tommy questions the young girl.

"Red and white shirt and messy blond hair, everyone knows your name!" The girl states, as if it was obvious. Tommy just stares at her in disbelief. How did everyone know who he is? What has he done that made everyone know him? "When you could remember shit, you were the star of the whole SMP, y’know." Tommy just blinks in disbelief. Is she reading his mind? "Yeah, so what?"

Tommy’s eyes widen and he screams out, "WHAT THE FUCK?!" The girl just laughs at him, far more than amused by Tommy’s reaction. “You can’t just fuckin’ say that shit!”

“Sorry man, but you're so confused, it’s actually kind of funny.” The girl giggles at him, “But, what do you need, Blondie?”

“I need to get back home and to know who I fucking am.” Tommy pauses for a moment before turning to face the girl. “But, if you really want to help, I think it would be easier for the both of us if you just killed me.” He looks at her, his blue eyes riddled with exhaustion and sadness, dark bags underneath them, showing proof of his lack of quality sleep recently. Drista actually feels a little bad for the kid. He’s already been through a lot for being a teenager. “If you could just put me out of this hell, please. I don’t even know how I got here, but I’m like 90% sure that it was not by my own means; I don’t think I’m supposed to be alive right now. So, just fix it, please?”

The girl only looks at him in disappointment and sadness. “Tommy, this is your second chance at life. I’m here to guide you, not kill you.” The girl floats upwards into the sky, taking a look at their surroundings. “Do you want to do this the easy way or the hard way?”

The girl floats elegantly, her dress floating around her, revealing some pants with more items stuffed in the pockets. This girl is clearly some type of deity, but she doesn’t seem to be as mature as one would think an all powerful being would be. She seems more relaxed and like she’s just here to have fun and mess around. Wait, Tommy just yelled at a Deity. Oh shit, he’s actually fucked.

“The easy way, kill me.” He sticks to his word, which seems to annoy the goddess.

“Tommy, Tommy, I don’t think you understand, you wanting me to kill you is the hard way. The easy way is me giving you a boat and moving the tide with you, but it appears you’d rather fight with me about this.” The young deity floats down so she’s able to look the Brit in the eyes. “So do you want the hard way or the easy way?”

The blond glares at her. “Kill me, fucking do it! I don’t want to live like this, so just do it, kill me! Put me out of my misery like a sick dog! Shoot me in the head, stab me in the gut, slit my neck! Please, do anything, please, please!” He’s crying–not a cry of grief, but rather a cry of anguish and greed. Drista thinks for a second that maybe she should just put the poor boy out of his misery, but she’ll be damned if she’s not someone who sticks to their word.

So, Drista still doesn’t kill him.

A small sigh falls from the girl's mouth; she isn’t giving in. “Tommy, I’m not killing you, but I will bring you back home, even if I have to drag you there myself.” She grabs the boy by his shirt collar and flies them up over the water, getting tired of his attempts at death. “So I’ll say it again, Tommy. Do you want the hard way or the easy way.”

The Brit is too stubborn to listen to her, struggling, trying to shake from her grip so he can at least die here, but the deity isn’t going to let that slide, lassoing him to her like he is some pig she decided to keep as a pet.

“Let me go!” Tommy screams at her, desperate to die in the moment. “Drop me! Kill me! I don’t deserve to live. Can you not fucking see, bitch! Let me die! For XD’s sake, kill me!” He’s screaming like he’s being murdered, when it’s entirely the opposite.

“My brother wouldn’t care. Quite frankly, he didn’t take a liking to you, Tommy. He much prefers the brunet mushroom boy to all of his people.” She speaks calmly, dragging the struggling boy over the vast freezing ocean. “So shut up, and let me save you for your mother’s sake.”

“I don’t have a mother, you fucking idiot!” Tommy is aware she most likely knows more than him, but he doesn’t remember having a mother, so he should be right compared to this prick who's dragging him by a rope over an ocean.

“Tommy, shut up or I’m knocking you out.” In Tommy’s mind, the girl seems to care about him, just not so much as a friend, but more so like she wants something from him, or maybe she was forced to help him from someone else. She doesn’t seem to actually want to help him. Whenever Tommy tries to ask for the sweet release of death, she just looks at him in pity and disappointment.

Tommy finds himself just screaming at the goddess, much to her dismay, so she hits him over the head and knocks him out.

-Timeset sunset-

Tommy wakes up in his bed, groaning from a raging headache. “What the fuck happened?”

“I knocked you out cause you were being an annoying bitch when I was doing you a favor.” a voice spoke from across the room, causing Tommy to scream. The girl only sighs at his stupidity and rolls her eyes. “I’ll say it again if you need me to, Tommy. I’m Drista and you have amnesia. We’ve already met, so please shut up for the sake of my ears.”

“Why would you do that!?” Tommy sputters out, shocked that that could even happen.

“Like I said, you were annoying me, so I shut you up by knocking you out!” The girl just smiles at him sweetly. “But that’s the least of our worries right now, m’kay? Let's just get you out of this shack and get to know each other!” The masked girl's energy quickly changes from serious to playful.

“Why should I? I don’t…” Tommy pauses, remembering the girl's entrance from earlier that day. “I barely know you.”

“I got you off that island. It’s the least you could do for lil’ ol’ me, Tommy.” The girl, Drista or was it Amnesia? flashes him a playful smile. “So come on! Let’s go!” The goddess grabs his arm firmly before flying them out of the house.

Tommy shrieks from being flown out of the house by the young girl. “YOU’RE FLYING TOO LOW!” He tries to pull himself up more, wrapping his arms around her in a panic so he doesn’t scrape up his knees more. “Not everyone is as short as you bitch!” The comment only causes the girl to get lower to the ground.

“Don’t insult my height, Blondie. I’m trying to have fun with you!” She flashes him a mischievous smile before launching them straight up into the air. The blond screams loudly from the sudden speed of her movements while she laughs at him. “I’m not going to drop you Tommy, don’t get your panties in a bunch!” She finds herself laughing more.

“Oi, you fuckin’ cunt, I’m not scared of you dropping me,” He looks down at the clouds, finding himself gripping a little harder onto her. “I was just shocked at how fast you fucking brought us up here, you little shit!” Tommy feels them lowering to the ground slowly.

“Fine, I’ll let you down–”

“That’s not what I–” He cuts himself off with a scream as they’re now rapidly falling.

“Gotcha, bitch!” The girl screams over him as she adjusts the way they’re flying so she can land them safely, or that’s what she thinks before they land on a poor bystander. “OH FUCK!” She drops Tommy and goes to check on the person they just hit. Tommy lies dazed on the floor by the other dazed person Drista is checking on. “Are you alright dude? I didn’t see you there!”

Tommy sits up to look at the person they hit. They’re rather weird looking with half-black and half-white skin and hair. The darker skin tone reminds Tommy of an enderman, along with the strangely shaped mouth and abnormally long limbs.

“I’m-I’m alright just uh confused, like…” The poor dude is shaking while trying to form a sentence. “Wh-Who are you, um, p-people?”

Drista speaks up for the both of them. “I’m Drista and this fuck is Tommy.”

“WHAT THE FUCK MAN?!” His screaming scares the other dude and causes Drista to burst out laughing.

The anxious boy speaks shakily, “I’m-I’m, um, Ran-Ranboo.”

“Well, Ranboo, you must be new around here cause I know everyone, and I’ve never heard of you!” Drista speaks confidently, standing up to help the other two up. Tommy, once stood up, stares upwards at Ranboo, just taking in his existence. Ranboo looks away from Tommy, avoiding eye contact. Tommy feels himself growing curious on who this new guy was, causing him to look over Ranboo’s entire body, looking at their belongings. Tommy notices a book Ranboo is holding close to his chest. It appears to be important to the tall man.

“What’s that?” the Brit asks as he points to the book.

Ranboo looks at the book, then at Tommy, speaking yet again with a shaking voice. “It’s, uh, my…well, diary? I just write important things in it, I guess…”

The taller person's words spark an idea in Tommy’s mind. A book he can write in. Maybe he can keep his own. If his memory ever gets worse, he can look back on it! With the new idea fresh in his head, Tommy runs home to go and make himself a book.

“D-Did I scare him?”

“Nah, he’s just an idiot.”

The tall goddess turned to the winged deity, "What’s troubling you, XD?"

“Why is there a child floating in and out of our realm?!” The formless being points with his many wings towards the floating unconscious teen.

“I am not quite sure XD; maybe try asking Drista?” Kristin knew exactly why the Brit was floating around their realm, but the raven winged goddess had no clue how to fix it.

“Kristin, you know exactly why he’s here, don’t you?” Other than the general frustration that XD had at the moment, his demonic side should not have been coming out so easily. It might be affected by the sudden addition to the void, meaning XD could be more connected to the anatomy of the world than they had originally thought. Kristin was admittedly a little scared to continue the conversation now that his demonic side was involved. But he would get even more upset if she kept playing dumb, so maybe trying to reason with him would work.

“I didn’t know this would happen, he was too young to just die XD! Haven’t you seen the state of their people and countries recently?”

“Whether he was too young or not doesn’t matter, you are the goddess of death. You know how reviving the dead without proper steps can interrupt the balance of this world! And you and I both know that the mortals will go on with their lives like they always do, regardless of the recent incident. Humans know how to forget about the dead better than anyone else, Kristin, I’m sure they’ll be fine; but we won’t be if you don’t fix this!”

“Again, I apologize for what I caused, but what do you expect me to do now? I’ve never done something like this in the thousands of years I’ve been alive!”

“Kristin! Take care of it! I don’t care what you have to do, even if you have to kill the damn kid.” The goddess nearly cried at the harsh words, her son didn’t deserve to die this young, the both of her children shouldn’t be dead!

The goddess stayed silent for a moment, choosing her words carefully, “I’ll do what I can, but I don’t think I will be able to reverse these changes.” She needed to see Phil. She’s no where near happy right now. But her fearfulness was easily replaced with anger, “You know deep down this is not all my fault. You need to control him XD, he’s dangerous.” The large woman walks away, the click of her heels echoing throughout the void.

“XD, why did you make Mumza mad?” The younger goddess looks up at her brother, picking one of his many eyes to look into, “One of her sons is dead, why don’t you just let Tommy stay alive?” XD stares down at her then just floats away, causing the girl to scoff at their pettiness.

-timeset ???-

The fighting between the gods seemed to have no effect on the half conscious boy, as he was just floating around. He hadn’t been thinking about anything in particular, in fact, he just kept staring into the distance, zoned out. Tommy knew that the people around him were talking about something related to death, a boy, and every now and then they got a bit more quiet than usual, but then there was one voice in particular that got very loud and distorted. At times, the distorted voice scared Tommy, but with the other two people there, he figured it was better than being alone in his dirt hut all the time.

When put together, the three voices were actually quite soothing to the boy. They almost sounded like a small family, at least, what he thought a family sounded like. Family’s fight with each other, right? That sounds familiar to Tommy, so it must be true.

The background noise helped him stay zoned out, making sure he could be comfortable where he was. Tommy felt like if he laid there long enough and if he didn’t move a muscle, he could stay there forever. That would be perfect. So, he stayed as still as he possibly could, and every now and then he had to remind himself to breathe properly because of how hard he was trying. Tommy thought it was working so far, considering the three people were still fighting, and Tommy still couldn’t feel his surroundings like the overworld. Hopefully, it could stay that way for him.

Drista on the other hand was more than concerned for the blonde. She had never seen her brother get so mad at a lost soul; usually the souls that passed through were pets or lost travelers going between realms. Drista liked the travelers, they kept her informed on what was happening in the worlds; she didn’t leave the void much, so it was nice to hear about what the creatures she would give fire and TNT to did other than blow shit up.

She never really found it important to keep a close watch on the beings, it made the stories much funnier to her; knowing she could have stopped the situation or made it worse. The beings weren’t very smart and it just made her job as the goddess of mischief much easier. The beings knew so little and yet cared so much about their societies that could all crumble down with a snap of her fingers.

The young goddess typically knew everything right away, but hearing about it from the poor mortals who just couldn’t do anything about it made it much more fun.

The fight over Tommy had not ended in a way Kristin had wished for, the glorified floating rings of body parts told her to kill her fucking son, of course she would be in a bad mood! No way was she killing off her son who she had just brought back from the dead, no fucking way. The winged goddess loved and cared for her children deeply, though never really being able to interact with them, other than accidentally making Wilbur think that fridge she possessed was his mom, she still tried to take care of her sons. They were her first living, breathing, and speaking creations, she couldn’t not do everything in her power to protect them. She huffed, pissed off at the faceless deity, leaving the void to go and see her beloved crow husband.

“Philza,” she called out to her quite a bit shorter husband of 5,038 years, “My love, where have you gone?” The tall woman searched around the mortal world for her husband; only to find him building in their deceased son's country, or lack thereof, "Phil? What are you doing, love?"

Philza looks up at the giant woman, speaking softly, "Bringing life back to what was destroyed."

Kristin smiles and gives him a kiss, "Let me help love."

“Could you just fuck off already!” Tommy finally hit his limit of all of the green man’s bullshit, “You’re literally an adult, go mess with someone your own goddamn age now could you!”

“Tommy, Tommy, you’ve done so much to everyone, what I’m doing isn’t even that bad. So, I advise you to stay in your place, Tommy. I’m the one in control here. All you’re doing is making things worse for yourself.” The green man moved the mask to cover more of his face. “You’re a problem Tommy, and I’m just watching you, so why don’t you just get your ass back to work.” The devil boy doesn’t even know what he did to this pretentious fuck, annoyed by all of that, he lets out a huff, straightening out his tail, before getting back to work.

-Timeset Noon-

This treatment is getting on the brits nerves, causing him to look for an escape. ‘Tomato farming doesn’t sound half bad,’ the blonde thought to himself, ‘then I could just have time to myself and everyone could leave me the fuck alone.’ So, the devil boy went out to gather seeds and gardening tools for his farm. While out on his little exploration, he kept thinking about what he could do with his tomatoes and all the food he could make with them.

Finally Tommy had something to keep him content with whatever the fuck his life has become. Nothing can stop him from just having a nice time farming tomatoes and living his life! Freedom from his own thoughts! He hurries back to his house with all of the tools he needs.

Tommy flats himself a piece of land, just something small, that could maybe fit 5 tomato plants. Digging out small pockets in the dirt just for the tomatoes, humming to the tune of hallelujah as he places the seeds in their pockets of dirt. He was feeling content, pushing some dirt over the seeds.

“I’ll be right back big guys, I need to get some water for you fellas.” He spoke sweetly to his farm before heading out to fetch some water for his babies. He grabs himself a bucket before heading down to the river.

Scooping up some water for his plants, he feels a presence behind him, “Who’s there?”

“Don’t worry Tommy, it’s just me~” It’s that green fuck again.

“What the hell do you want from me, you teletubby looking ass?”

“It’s really nothing Tommy, I just wanted to see what you were up to, but it seems that someone's feeling like fighting, even though his big brother isn’t here to save him anymore.” The green man mocks him, “Too bad daddy had to kill him, right Tommy?~” The masked man looked down at him, clearly wanting to piss Tommy off more, but much to his surprise, Tommy looked fearful, what had he forgotten? His brother was killed by their own father! He had a brother and father, that’s some fucking news to him!

“What- what are you talking about,” Tommy starts to feel panic wash over him like a fucking tidal wave, “I-I don’t have a brother you-you bitch!”

Dream just cackles, “Not anymore you don’t, Tommy!” The man’s manic laughter flooded Tommy’s ears, making him want to scream and run away. Why did this man know more than him?! He’s sure that if he had a family, he of all people would know about it! He couldn't handle it anymore, he covered his ears hyperventilating, the laughing was too loud, he didn’t want to hear it anymore, he wanted to escape. The noise only caused him to sob, why couldn’t he just have a peaceful moment without something wrecking it?! His brother is dead?

How do you just forget about your own family? That’s not normal, right? Of course it isn’t! He would know if his brother was killed by his own father, right?! There were too many thoughts in Tommy’s head, about his family and about what the man in front of him was saying. It was too much to handle all at once. He wanted the man to leave, but he was still talking to him, despite Tommy's pleas.The words weren’t processing in his head, all he knew was that what was being said wasn't good. The only words he could piece together caused him to cry more; he couldn’t escape the man or the world. He just wanted to be happy, but the world didn't have that in store for him. Now that he found out he had a family and one of the members, his own brother, is dead, it feels like the world is crumbling beneath him.

In the midst of Tommy’s panic, he’s brought out of his mind by a kick in the stomach, causing the air to escape his lungs.

“Stop crying, Tommy, it could be worse.” The masked man kicks him harder, now closer to his chest, the force of the kick moving the man’s mask to the side, “You could be dead instead!” He’s shouting now, and his eyes light up as if he’s made some sort of revelation, “Or maybe you do want that!” The man steps on Tommy’s side harshly, causing him to cry out in pain. “Maybe I should kill you, Tommy! I mean, come on, at this point, you really are asking for it! No one could say I wasn’t merciful, because I’d only be listening to your final wish!”

“STOP! STOP IT PLEASE!” Tommy begs to be let free. It hurts, it all hurts. He almost thinks that he’d take the man up on his offer, just to be free from this pain.

“SHUT UP TOMMY!” He pauses and takes a deep breath, “God, you’re so fucking annoying!” He fixes his mask, “You know, nobody cares about you.” He’s circling him now. Like a shark before it devours its meal. Tommy would be relieved that the man finally showed mercy, but his demeanor says otherwise, “You’re just an annoying child with no fucking life left!” He’s laughing hysterically now, the sick fuck. And suddenly, the man is crouched over him, and his voice turns into a serious whisper, “So why don’t you just do it Tommy?”

“Wh-What?” His throat hurts, no, his lungs, and there must be broken ribs in ten different places, because Tommy can’t remember the last time it hurt this bad just to talk. Although, to be fair, he can’t remember a lot of things right now. And he’s pretty sure there’s a waterfall of blood coming out of his mouth right now.

“Kill yourself! No one will miss you.” The masked man laughs at Tommy’s pain and fear, maybe he was right? Tommy’s crying seems to quiet down. “Finally shutting up, thank god.” He laughs again with a crazed smile on his face, “You know, I’m getting really sick of you Tommy! I think it’s time I shut you up for good.”

That’s the last thing Tommy hears before his ears fill with water. The masked man pushed him into the river and he’s drowning, but it’s too painful; he can’t move his body. All he can do is hold his breath, but it’s not long before his lungs give out and there’s water filling his throat and nose.

Pain. It’s all he can feel. His body is suddenly thrashing around, searching for an escape, but his strength is gone, he’s weak. Tommy feels the pain in his throat and nose and the rest of his body, and wow, apparently the pain can get worse, and he’s crying again. It all burns like he’s getting hot lava poured on every inch of his body, and he wants nothing more than to throw up any and everything in his system, but before he gets the chance, it all gets darker; and the pain is starting to subside.

Tommy spends his last conscious moments thanking the goddess of death for at least taking his pain away before he dies.

“Hey Tom! Are you here to help?” A voice had called from behind him, causing him to turn and find the goat boy from earlier.

“What? No, I’m just looking at the hole.” The taller boy kicked some of the ash on the ground, “So this is what knocked me out, huh.” He felt a tinge of sadness from the scene while talking about such. He really shouldn’t feel that way, he doesn’t even know what this place is.

“I was doin’ that earlier,” the horned boy sits at the edge of the hole, “it’s hard to look at this place we fought for just now a pit of ash and blood.” The goat boy sighs, “I really am just the president of a crater.” Wait, this little goat boy is the president? How the hell did that happen?

“You’re the president of a hole?” Tommy sits next to him, looking out at it.

“Yes, Tom you literally elected me to be the president,” he gives the blonde a shove, “you really hit your head hard, huh?”

“Aye, I remember!” He defends himself “I just didn’t mean to say it like that!”

“Okay, okay, sure I believe you,” The smaller leans onto Tommy, causing him to flinch, “but, are you sure man, you seem off, it’s probably just your head though, right?” Tommy just nods, staying abnormally quiet despite his normal chipper and loud self. Tubbo looks up at the blonde, not really sure if he should be concerned or not about all of this.

“Wanna help me flood this place? I think it’ll give L’manburg a new start, ya know?” The goat boy speaks, pushing himself up off of the ground. Tommy looks up at him, getting up and dusting himself off.

“Yeah sure, why not?” The lack of enthusiasm caused the goat boy to just stare at the taller.

“What the fuck is up with you man?”

“What do you mean big man?” The taller seems confused.

Tubbo just stares at Tommy for a second, “You know what it's nothing, lets just flood this bitch!”

The duo then go onto flood the crater, hoping to give this place new life from doing such. The whole process seems odd from Tubbo’s point of view, Tommy seeming rather quiet, only saying a few things that are even off from his usual self, he was even asking how he could make it easier for the both of them. That shit never happens, usually Tommy picks the hard way, it makes him who he is, it’s almost like his whole personality got dropped for a new and more confused devil boy.

“Okay, Tom, is something up, like for real, you’re wayyy too quiet while we’re doing this.” The goat boy expresses his concern just to get a confused look from the devil boy.

“Nothing happened man! I just am still feeling funky from the whole, I hit my head thing dude!” Tommy covers up his quietness with the half truth.

“Right, sorry Tommy, it’s just weird when you’re all quiet n’ stuff, I’m used to you screaming at me all the time man.”

“Ah, it’s fine dude.” Tommy gives the goat boy a small smile before getting his ass back to work.

-timeset sunset-

The sun was setting over the L’manlake, causing the two teens to have to stop their work, Tommy groans, stretching out, “Ah fuck man, we better head to bed, I don’t have any armor and the mobs are gonna come out.”

“But, now hear me out, it would be funny-” The goat boy’s suggestion was quickly shut down with a laugh from the blonde.

“I mean it would, but we’d get so hurt.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll see you tomorrow Tom, don’t get hurt by the gay mobs!” The duo then set off to their homes for the night.

As soon as the loud brit entered his dirt hut, a wave of anxiety fell over him; he still has no clue who he really is. Is he even real? None of this felt real, he felt like he was floating outside of his own head, trying desperately to remember who the hell he was in this damn world. His breathing got faster, was he real? He gripped his arms, falling down onto the floor, there is no way he could be right now, it doesn’t feel real at all, is he dreaming? He can’t tell anymore, tears flood his eyes as he desperately tries to breathe. The air seemed to escape his lungs, suffocating him. He folded himself over scratching at his arms, trying to feel real so desperately, yet he couldn’t. The brit cried out for help, but it was too quiet to hear, even for himself. He felt like he was dying, at least he was feeling something, but in that moment he started to hear his sobs fill the room. He sounded so weak, so fragile, why couldn’t he just toughen up a little, it wasn’t even that bad, was it? His nails dug deep into his skin, small drops of blood forming from it. Small pleas for help filled the hut until the lack of oxygen caused him to fall limp, passing out from exhaustion and lack of oxygen. The boy lay on the floor for the rest of the night, his body finally able to rest.