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“Ow-!?” Tommy reeled back too late to dodge the plank to his face, rubbing his head. “Hell was that for?” *He complained, whining in his distinctly Tommy british accent. Puffy just shrugged, smacking her own face.
“You’d thank me if you knew.” Puffy shrugged, turning her eye patch, distinctly the wrong way, but covered her new eye scar, the other fine. The others no longer bleeding, the memory of the bleeding weirdly fuzzy for both now.
“Why the hell would I thank you for hitting me!?” Tommy demanded, incredulous by it all, staring at the now missing Techno, the white powder still there, part of it strangely fine, pure white. The other, the other was yellowed, like eggshell and bone, and weirdly course. Phil . …well, no phil, there as a crow with a bucket hat though now. Oh, and wilbur still suffering, now being kicked by a little robot, something he’d thought was a decoration, but still named “chat” after he’d misspelled chad in the group chat, and didn’t want to admit fault. Because he’s big man tommy innit.
“No clue.” Puffy shrugged, pulling a lever, uncaring as if none of it was real.
and to Tommy's horror, the walls of the shop fell, what once was for sure two dimensional now looked three dimensional, instead, they fell through the air like poster board of a ridiculous size, drifting down, as they now rested on clouds.Tommy’s shrieks silent, so high pitched they’d ceased making sound for the ears of anyone he knew. Except for ranboo, whom was..*
“What the fuck- Stop it man.” Ranboo complained, rubbing his ears, heterochromia eyes wincing, and tommy did stop, staring in shock. His water burns, all from life as an enderman hybrid were missing, in their place, nothing but healed skin. Muscle in his arms, as if they had enough money to be well fed, and afford a gym. Tubbo too, Tommy blinked. …if this was a dream, maybe it’d be fine..? He could still see Wilbur, still being beat in the dick, his screams a surprisingly ignorable background. Tubbo now joining in on the smacking- …and Nicki?? Whom puffy was cheering on, calling babe-
Pirate lesbains. He wished that didn’t explain so much, but it did. It really did.
It nearly had him calm. …until he looked aside, seeing that they were in a flying air ship and-
“IS THAT THE FUCKING MECHANIC SHOP?” Tommy yelled, but everyone was so calm. He could see sam, just giving a thumbs up before getting back to his work. Tubbo shrugging. Like nothing was wrong either. The stores of all the people he knew that weren’t an asshole were intehre ,but they wren’t even the size of a living room. Until he peaked inside. ..they were dimension defying. Of course.
He didn’t know what to do, ad didn’t get much other choice, sliding down the wall, staring into the sky. Nothing was real, that he knew. Nothing was. Yet. …They were all fine. It was.. Over? Were they over? …Everything ends. Eventually. Maybe it wasn’t so bad. The gays were gay as ever in the old and new meaning, He had his friends. He had an existential crisis and a distant feeling nothing was really real.
…and yet, that’d mean this was the last part. If they weren’t real, they couldn’t die. They couldn’t live either. Not as themselves. They wouldn’t have selves, only the decisions made for them by others. Off of someones own whims.
Fuck existential cirsis’ he’s not doing this shit.
Tommy sighed, deciding to just… pass out.