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Tommy woke up painstakingly slow. He was laying on the ground, spruce wood beneath him. The wind whipped harshly, dried tear marks feeling itchy. He couldn’t feel how cold it should’ve been, snow falling from above. Tommy was warm, even if he were just wearing a torn red and white t-shirt.
His skin was pale, almost as white as the snow, the warmth was almost unbearable, every flake burning his skin the moment it made contact. Turning over to a puddle, Tommy’s eyes were a bright fiery but dull orange. Face as white as his hands, eye bags present.
He frowned, trying to wipe away the marks that purged his skin. They didn’t go away, and there was a terrifying feeling they never would unless he too went.
“Tommy?” A man who looked to be half enderman and half, something, called out his name. How does he know? Everything feels wrong and terribly out of place, he doesn’t recognize the hybrid.
“Is everything okay?” Tears sprung to his eyes, that felt wrong too. For the most part Tommy couldn’t feel much as he stared up at the older. He remembered lava, ghosts and a duel. It was bad and scary he just wanted his dad.
Who was his dad?
The other’s eyes widened, crouching down and trying to envelope Tommy into a hug. It was a nice gesture, possibly better if the others arms didn’t faze through him. It was weird. This was weird.
“What’s going on?” Hardly noticeable past the sobs that racked through his small form.
“Tommy, what do you remember?”
His outline glowed a small red, he was warm, he was finally warm. It had been so long.
“I don’t know..” He sprak, after it wasn’t so incomprehensible. He didn’t like what he did remember, warmth enclosed his soul again, the snow coming to a complete stop.
Explosions, dread, worry, tridents, logs, rain and snow . The damned snow was always there, wherever he went in what seemed to be his past life. He had flown so high in the dark, it was so peaceful away from everything that tried to hurt him. The things that have taken all of his lives but one, he knew he had taken it himself.
It would give
him
so much of an ego that as, whatever he is in this purgatory world would still be too much. He missed the snow, it was cold against de jongens skin. Hij got a worried look in return, sobs turned into short en occasional sniffles. Maybe life would be better for Tommy here, he felt much comfort coming off from the close proximity.