#eryn.player

Something is off from the moment he enters, the eerie silence, the vague noises (probably the ghosts, honestly) and the open door.

The open door.

Tommy pauses, keeping his steps quiet as he nears closer, hearing the sound of speaking. Voices. People. In their- Dream's base. He can't tell who it is, but he shuffles towards an enderchest regardless.

Soon, he has armour equipped, Dream's own sans the helmet. It still feels strangely familiar, like a warm hug instead of the cold embrace of a dead friend that he killed- Nightmare is a familiar weight, too. Not too heavy, not too light, just right for winning a fight.

Slowly, he approaches the door, axe dragging across the ground with featherlight footsteps. Near soundless, ghostly.

He continues down the hallway, through the door.

They're in the library and fear courses through his veins, the only thing he can focus on because they'll know they'll know they'll-

Tommy rounds the corner and the axe clatters to the floor. ]

I have more back at my place this is just all i could carry in my inventory.

-@demonslikepvp

[Tommy looks up from the gardening he was doing, staring very pointedly at the cobblestone. After a long moment, he stands, wiping his hands off before placing both of them on Eryn's shoulders.]

Eryn. Eryn my friend, my buddy, my pal. That is...

[Tommy once again stares at the cobblestone. This time, though, the cogs turning in his head are almost audible.]