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Today was Tommy’s funeral.
Every member of the SMP was gathered, even Dream.
They came together to mourn the boy who they so harshly misjudged and mistreated, to the point where he had killed himself .
they were mourning the boy they didn’t deserve to cry over.
In reality, they are all responsible for Tommy’s death in some way. Some had done more harm than others, but still, all had broken the boy.
Church Prime was full of people.
Even though it was a funeral, nobody wore black.
They wore red.
Tommy had been too bright, it would feel wrong to wear such a dark colour, it didn’t suit the memory of the boy.
The large church felt too quiet for the ceremony to have anything to do with Tommy.
~~~
Karl, Quackity, Sapnap, George and Dream were gathered near the back of the church, each with tear-stained faces and heavy hearts.
Karl, contrary to popular belief, had known Tommy for a long time. When Tommy was around nine, Karl had found him sitting on the side of the road, crying. He listened as Tommy ranted about his brother and a piano and held him as he sobbed. After that, the two continued meeting up, and they had had a connection .
Quackity had admired Tommy for as long as he could remember, the kid was brave and brash, but if he felt comfortable with someone, he was soft and caring. Quackity loved that side of Tommy, the real Tommy. The person who would hold his friends after nightmares and made sure everyone was warm in winter. He missed Tommy already.
Sapnap had fought with the kid, sure, but he had been a friend. He had loved Tommy like a little brother; they would fight, like the Independence war, yet even then , Tommy would make an effort to sneak out of the walls and meet with him. He would bring Sapnap treats from Niki’s bakery and talk until sunrise. Tommy had been incredible.
George felt numb, honestly. He never spent too much time with Tommy, but he knew how much the young blonde had meant to his friends. He was also painfully aware of what he had done to the boy, all of the pain he had inflicted. Tommy hadn’t deserved that. He had deserved to run and play like a child, to smile and be happy and laugh. But Tommy hadn’t had that, and never will. Because TommyInnit was dead.
Dream was inconsolable. He had always really truly liked Tommy, but that stupid fucking dreamon just had to fuck everything up. Even though it wasn’t actually Dream, he had hurt the boy. He had to watch as the dreamon manipulated, stole from and even killed the poor kid. He had just wanted to make Tommy feel safe but he failed, so horribly and terribly. Dream never even got to say sorry.
~~~
Tubbo, Ranboo, Fundy and Micheal were together, all silent.
Tubbo was deep into denial, more so than anyone on the server believed to be possible. He refused to accept that the same Tommy that he grew up with and laughed with and loved more than anything, was the same person that everyone had gathered to mourn. The Tommy he knew couldn’t just die . He just couldn't . Even though, deep down Tubbo knew this time, his best friend was gone.
Ranboo hadn’t spoken since the news had been broken, he had just completely shut down. The thought that one of his best friends was just gone was more painful than anything he had ever felt. The pain he felt from tears that burned his skin like acid was nothing compared to the dull ache of his heart. It had always been Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo. They were a three , the bench trio. But now only two remained and that was harrowing.
Fundy was angry. So fucking angry. At his Uncle Tommy for leaving. At his dad for doing nothing to save him. his grandpa, uncle Techno. But mostly, himself. Fundy knew how Tommy had been treated his entire life and he related so much. He knew the fear of a furious Wilbur. He knew how it felt to be damaged and replaced, like you were nothing more than a smashed glass. As much as he hated it, he knew that his uncle didn’t die peacefully; he died in emotional and physical agony.
Micheal didn't honestly understand what was going on. Just that everyone was sad, that someone had done something ‘silly’, at least that’s what his dads had said. He didn’t know why he felt sad, or why he hadn’t seen uncle Tommy for a long time. Micheal missed his uncle, he hopes he visits soon.
~~~
Eret, Niki and Jack were scattered among the pews, silently weeping to themselves.
Eret missed Tommy. They often regretted the control room and the betrayal, but it hurt now more than ever. Tommy had been fourteen , fucking fourteen when he lost his first life. It had been Eret’s fault. He didn’t deserve to cry for the kid who made her smile and forgave him. If Eret could, they would trade their own life for Tommy.
Niki hadn’t stopped crying since she received the news. Tommy was dead , he had died by his own hand. It hurt so badly that Niki would never be able to see the boy sitting in her bakery after his nightmares, she wouldn’t be able to chase the boy and his friends while playing tag or even see his smile ever again . TommyInnit had commit suicide, but Niki knew everyone had forced his hand.
Jack sat with a scowl, he shouldn’t be mourning the kid. Tommy was supposed to outlive everyone here, he was supposed to attend their funerals. So why was there a casket containing only two discs, because the body of a child was still at the bottom of an ocean of lava. Tommy wasn’t born to die , he was born to soar . However, fate is cruel and doesn’t care for what was meant to be.
~~~
XD had reluctantly allowed Tommy and his mother to attend the funeral, but remained invisible to everybody except each other, unless they were to choose to reveal themselves.
Tommy sat in between Kristin and XD, his real family, as he watched his own funeral. He never thought he would be watching his own funeral , because that sounds fucking insane, but here he is.
(Also, he’s a god now apparently, so it’s not exactly the most shocking thing.)
Some of the other holy entities Tommy had grown close to were also there; Steve, who was more commonly known as ‘The Blood God’, Alex, who was also known as ‘The Goddess Of War’, Drista, ‘The Goddess of Chaos’, who had become one of Tommy’s best friends and Clara, who was known as ‘The Goddess Of Space and Time’.
They all wanted to be there for the boy, they had been mortal once as well and knew the pain and confusion that came with death.
Only the sniffles and sobs among the mortals and Tubbo’s footsteps approaching the lectern could be heard as the service began.
Tommy tensed as Tubbo wiped his eyes with his sleeve, the blonde didn’t know why, but it felt… unreal that Tubbo seemed to actually care that he died. Kristin pulled Tommy closer to her, lifting him onto her lap and holding him close.
“Uh, h-hello everyone,” Tubbo began quietly, he fidgeted with his fingers as he began his speech. “We’re all here today because Theseus Innit Minecraft has, um, has passed away.”
The brunette muffled a sob with his hand as he finished his sentence, almost as if the news had only just really sunk in, which honestly was the case.
“Tommy was my best friend, I love him with all my heart and more.” He paused for a long moment. “Loved. I loved him with all my heart.”
Tommy was the one to sob that time. Even though he was still there, he wasn’t actually there . It made his heart ache to see Tubbo that way, the older boy had always had a way of remaining composed. Why was Tommy’s death the thing to break him?
“I was four years old when I met Tommy, me and my brother, you all know Ranboo, were at the park and Tommy was there too. He was alone and asked if he could play with us, we said yes of course. We spent that whole day together, it still is my happiest memory.”
Tommy smiled sadly at that, he knew what Tubbo was talking about. He cherished that day, held the memory close to his heart.
“Meeting Tommy was like… hearing a song for the first time and knowing it would be your favourite.” Tubbo smiled and chuckled, the sound full of pain.
“He was the song that you couldn’t get bored of, that would still be on all of your playlists years later and… I don’t know , I’m bad at metaphors.”
Everyone in the church let out small giggles at that. They all knew what Tubbo meant, Tommy was like a song. The kind of song where the chorus is just as good every time you hear it and you can’t help but to dance.
“TommyInnit was a fighter, literally and figuratively. He fought wars in the battlefield and his mind and I know he tried his hardest in both.” Tubbo’s face fell slightly. “He was so fucking strong and we all forgot that behind every ‘strong’ person, is a story that gave them no choice. Tommy had to be strong.”
Tommy was smiling, despite the tears on his cheeks he felt okay . He felt loved .
“I loved- No, fuck it, I love Tommy. His death doesn’t change how I feel about him, he was my best friend, my brother.” Tubbo had tears streaming down his cheeks and his hands were shaking, but he was smiling a smile that could rival the sun with its brightness.
“Rest easy big man.” Tubbo finished. Everyone, including the gods clapped.
Tommy reached for XD’s hand, wanting the comfort of the god that started to feel like a brother. After he felt a squeeze on his hand, he let go and relaxed back into his mother’s embrace.
Tubbo returned to his seat, crashing into Ranboo’s arms, the two dissolving into a mix of sobs and laughs. Micheal patted his father’s shoulder, earning a watery smile from the man.
~~~
The speeches went on, many members of the SMP apologising or reminiscing, each speech making Tommy somehow sadder and happier.
The good memories leaving a bitter taste on his tongue.
~~~
The air grew thick with tension when Technoblade got up and made his way to the front of the church, his heavy footsteps echoing around the quartz walls. He stood awkwardly for a moment before speaking.
“Hullo, I’m sure you all know me, I’m Technoblade and I was Theseus’s brother.” Techno started tearing up.
Tommy pressed his head into Kristin's shoulder as he let out a small whine, the sight of his brother bringing back bad memories. Kristin simply held her boy and hushed him as she rubbed his back.
“I miss Tommy, I never really liked to show it, but I cared for the nerd.” Techno hastily wiped away the single tear that fell.
“I’ve uh, been thinking a lot about something that Tommy said before he died. He said: ‘In the end, we are all made of flesh that can be cut, bones that can be broken and dreams that can be destroyed.’ And I just think that that was beautiful.”
All the gods turned to Tommy, looks of pride on their faces. They knew that he was smart, but they hadn’t expected him to be wise.
Tommy couldn’t help feeling angry, his brother had been listening to every word before he died and made no effort to stop him?
“Growin’ up, I always did my best to protect him. Piglin hybrid and all that, he was my, uh, he was my ‘gold’. I really hurts to know that I couldn’t fucking protect him from himself.” Techno was crying a little more freely now, wiping his tears less frequently.
“I don’t really know what else to say so uh, yeah. I’m going to miss Theseus a lot.” Techno stopped, looking towards the crowd expectantly. His father and twin clapped, as everyone else simply glared at the family, they knew what had happened.
The gods seemed to notice Tommy’s anger, sharing looks with one another. When Kristin asked what was wrong, her son pulled his face out of her shoulder and sighed.
“He didn’t even try to stop me.” Tommy spoke quietly, he sounded nearly as small as he felt. It lit some sort of flame in the other gods, causing them to grow angry with the Piglin hybrid who let the kid die.
~~~
Wilbur was the next up to make a speech, he strode up to the front of the church, a manic energy radiating off of him.
“Hello, all.” The brunette surveyed the audience, a wide smile on his face. “My brother is dead.”
Wilbur laughed psychopathically, causing everyone to look at him in horror and confusion.
Tommy shrunk in on himself, the laugh scaring him. Drista growled at the man at the lectern, trying her best to not let her powers get the best of her. The rest of the gods felt infuriated, especially Kristin.
“Oh, lighten up! He’s dead! It’s all of your faults.” Wilbur’s voice was laced with anger and insanity. “You all killed him! I tried to protect him!”
Tommy sobbed. He hated this, if anything, Wilbur had hurt him more than everyone. Well, more than everyone except Phil. Tommy didn’t know if he wanted to cry, or just beat the shit out of Wilbur.
“My little brother. I loved him, I loved him more than anyone else ever could.” Wilbur’s face fell completely. “He’s dead. You all failed him.”
He walked back to his seat nonchalantly, as if he didn’t just blame a room of grieving people for their friend's death. Every person looked at Wilbur in pure disgust; knowing that he was one of the three that had witnessed Tommy’s death, one of the three that did fucking nothing to save the boy.
The gods were barely containing themselves; XD had watched over the inhabitants of this land since it was created, he knew most of them had done no true wrong to his boy. Only really the family and his protector.
~~~
The final speech was to be done by Phil and let me tell you, not one single being inside the church wanted to hear what the man had to say. The only reason he was permitted one was because Tommy had been his son.
“Hi mates,” Phil tried to smile, but it looked like more of a grimace. “I just want to start off by apologising. I didn’t think that an innocent mistake I made years ago would lead to all of this.”
Tommy grit his teeth. He wanted Phil to stop. He wanted him to just shut up. It wasn’t an innocent mistake, it was a conscious decision that Phil had made that had ruined Tommy’s life.
“I wish Tommy were here, he was my son and I loved him. I wish I had saved him. His death has caused me so much pain-”
The gods had heard enough, they were all furious. It was Tommy’s fucking funeral and his father was trying to victimise himself? That wasn’t going to fly.
Kristin was the first to take action, she gently lifted Tommy off of her lap and passed him to Clara, knowing that the Goddess wouldn’t want to yell at anyone, despite how angry she was.
The Goddess of Fate, Life and Death revealed herself before dropping gracefully from the beam they were all sat on, her face portrayed pure, unfiltered rage and hatred.
Phil stopped his speech instantly, face breaking into a wide grin as he ran towards his deceased wife, opening his arms to embrace the woman. The man stopped as he saw her face, tilting his head in confusion.
“Kris?” Phil asked, joy leaking into his voice. That caused Kristins’ expression to darken further. “Is it really you?”
“Yes, Philza .” Kristin’s voice was cold. “It is really me, unluckily for you.”
Drista and XD both dropped down as well, taking their places at either side of Kristin. All three looking ready to kill.
“Dad, is that…” Wilbur’s voice was a lot softer than the last time he spoke. His face lit up as he father nodded at him.
“Mum! Mum, I missed you so much!” Wilbur approached his mother, happiness spread across his face.
“I am not your mother.” Kristin’s voice was hard, unwavering. “You and your twin are nothing to me, not anymore.”
Wilbur flinched hard at those words, looking like a kicked puppy. He trailed over to his father’s side, dragging a shell-shocked Technoblade along with him.
“Philza Minecraft,” Kristin walked towards the man as she spoke, ignoring the confused and impressed stares she was receiving from their little audience.
“I have a few things to say to you. But before I do, I just want to let you know that as much as I no longer see those two as sons,” Kristen gestured to Technoblade and Wilbur. “I no longer see you as my husband, I no longer love you, I haven’t loved you for a while .”
Drista and XD smirked, relishing in the looks on The Minecraft family’s faces. Alex and Steve decided now would be a good time to drop in, both standing at Drista’s side.
“Phil, I don’t know what the fuck happened to you, but when I was on my damn deathbed , you promised me that you would care for my baby; that you would protect him and keep him safe.” Kristin chuckled darkly. “What a fool I was to trust you. Tommy Watson deserved better.”
“Wha- Kristin, what do you mean? How are you here? Also, it’s Tommy Minecraft! Why-” Phil was cut off by a sharp slap. He cupped his cheek in disbelief. “Y-you hit me.”
“I did and I’ll do it again.” Kristin grinned. “And no, Tommy is a Watson . He is my son, not yours. You don't deserve him. Especially after what you did to him. He is not your son anymore. You bound his wings to his back! You threw away my only remaining tether to the mortal world, simply because of an accident! You ruined him!”
“Kristin?” Drista asked innocently, when the older goddess tilted her head and smiled, she continued. “Can I please slap him? Pretty please? For Tommy?”
“Of course dear!”
The slap echoed around the church, along with the sickening crunch of bone. Phil cried out, holding his face. His cheekbone had snapped clean in two.
The gods around Drista smiled at her pridefully, the guests in the pews tried their hardest not to laugh or cheer, they were still confused but were thoroughly enjoying watching Phil getting hit.
“You bitch!” Wilbur yelled.
The church fell dead silent. Wilbur Minecraft had just insulted a literal god.
Steve stepped forwards, grabbing Wilbur by his throat, lifting him off of the ground and smiling as the mortal struggled in his grasp.
“You don’t ever talk to her like that.” The Blood God growled, throwing Wilbur down.
“Who the fuck do you think you are? Never touch my twin again.” Techno spat, to his surprise, Steve didn’t back down or show fear, he laughed .
“Shut the fuck up! Who even are you?” The piglin hybrid hissed, reaching for his sword.
The rest of the gods laughed, causing Techno to huff in embarrassment.
“Who am I? Who am I? Well, Technoblade ,” Steve took a step forward. “You might have heard of me, I’m not too sure, I’m Steve!” The god’s words were laced with sarcasm.
“I don’t know who you are, but I do know, I could kill you if you ever hurt my family again.” Technoblade’s voice was hostile, Steve’s face fell, anger replacing the snarky look.
“ever heard of The Blood God ?”
All the colour drained from Techno’s face, causing the rest of the gods to laugh harder.
“Now, scurry along. All three of you, before you make things worse for yourselves.” Alex remarked. “You already have an all-expenses-paid stay in hell waiting for you when you die, I don’t think you want to know exactly how much worse it can get.”
Philza, Technoblade and Wilbur shared looks with each other, before walking slowly down the aisle towards the exit.
~~~
Tommy watched his ‘family’ leave the church with a smile. He felt Clara tighten her grip before the two jumped down to the rest of their little family.
“Mum! That was so cool! You were all like ‘I don’t love you, blah blah blah, you’re a wanker, blah blah blah!’ you are so cool!” Tommy ranted, beaming up at his mother.
“Yes Toms, that’s exactly what I said.” Kristin laughed as she slung an arm around her son's shoulders. “Your dad is a right wanker, to be fair.”
The gods chuckled, all having completely forgotten about the others in the building until Sapnap cleared his throat. Many people were staring at Tommy with wide eyes.
“Not to be rude, miss, uh, Kristin? Was it?” Karl asked, receiving a nod from Kristin. “Well miss Kristin, is it okay if I asked uh what just happened?”
“Of course! I’m Kristin, I’m technically dead, but, after I died, I became the Goddess of Fate, Life and Death! That guy, you know Phil right? Yeah, right asshole , well, he was my husband before I died, then I watched him treat my baby like shit , and now I fucking hate him. Then Tommy died, he wanted to come to his funeral, we came with him, those three started being dicks, we came down here to set them straight and uhh, yeah, now you’re up to speed!” The goddess smiled kindly at the people sitting in the pews. “Any questions?”
Several people raised their hands.
“Oh! Tubbo is it, right? Tommy told us so much about you! What do you want to ask, sweet pea?” Kristen asked, pointing at Tubbo.
“Oh, um, thank you miss Kristen! I just wanted to ask uh, is that really Tommy? Oh, and who are you all?”
“Tubzo!” Tommy screamed, only now remembering the audience of theirs. He ran down to his best friends and pulled both Tubbo and Ranboo into a tight hug. “I missed you dickheads.”
“Tommy…” Ranboo sobbed into Tommy’s shoulder, his voice scratchy.
Kristin smiled at the three, cooing quietly. After a few minutes she snapped her fingers.
“Oh, right! ‘Who are we’, uh okay, I’ll let everyone introduce themselves. As you already know, I’m Kristin! I’m Tommy’s mum and The Goddess of Fate, Life and Death!”
“Oh my gods, mum! Was saying that you’re my mum worth putting in front of being the literal Goddess of Death” Tommy sighed dramatically, running his fingers through Tubbo’s hair.
“Hey! Being your mother is a lot harder than controlling who lives and who dies!” Kristin joked, causing a few people to laugh. Tommy huffed but he was smiling.
“Anyway, moving on! I’m Drista, Goddess of Chaos, best friend of TommyInnit.” Drista said, smirking as Tubbo and Ranboo made various undignified noises of offense, Tommy just sighed in exasperation.
“Dris, stop being a chaotic shit for five minutes .” The blonde muttered, it was muffled due to his face being buried in Ranboo’s hair.
“I literally can’t, I’ll say it once more, goddess of chaos. ” The young goddess quirked her eyebrow teasingly.
“Fucking hell, anyway! I’m Alex, Goddess of War. Can we just, uh, what’s that thing Tommy always says…” She trailed off for a second in thought, before practically jumping a foot in the air and continuing. “Can we speedrun introductions? I’m bored and wanna go home.”
Tommy flung himself dramatically to the ground, ignoring how Tubbo was cackling and Dream was wheezing.
“Alex, you did not just say that here.” The blonde boy whined. The Gods ignored him.
“I’m Steve, The Blood God.” The God waved half-heartedly, he wasn’t really one for social situations.
“Hey! I’m Clara, Goddess of Space and Time! I already know some of you, I think…” She scanned the crowd. “Yeah! Hi Karl!”
Karl waved back politely, his cheeks flushing red.
“My name is XD, I don’t necessarily have a specialty area, I am simply a god.” He glanced over to Tommy, who was still elegantly sprawled out on the ground. “Are you going to introduce yourself then Toms?”
“They already know me, XD!” Tommy lifted his face out of the carpet and grit his teeth, shooting the god a warning glance, who simply ignored him. Arsehole.
“You know what he means, Tommy.” Kristin chimed in helpfully. The blonde just groaned, he knew that his family wanted him to reveal his godly status, but Tommy thought that that would simply be awkward.
“Urgggg, fine, whatever. I’m Tommy,” He stopped to glare at his family, who all just fained innocent smiles. “God of Kindness.”
“ What?! ”
~~~
After hours of questions, they had finally gone over every step of how Tommy became a god, spoke about the afterlife and Tommy had been hugged and apologised to thousands of times, it was time for the gods to go.
“I promise I’ll visit!” Tommy assured all of his friends, pulling out of George’s hug to stand with his family. The mortals yelled their goodbyes as the gods faded.
~~~
“Let’s go home.” Kristin declared, holding the sleeping forms of Tommy and Drista close to her.
And go home they did, the family of gods smiled as they tucked the two youngests into bed, gazes full of affection.
Everything was okay. They were all happy.
(And if a certain Philza Minecraft’s wings had suddenly disappeared, leaving him to suffer the same as his son had too, the gods knew nothing)
((That’s so untrue by the way, everyone say 'thank you, XD!'))