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Tommy was not the average kid, no no, he had strange dreams you see, though the more vivid ones started when he was 5-7. He started keeping track of them in a journal when he was 6 and eventually his dad found it, after that he always hid anything he wrote or drew in. Eventually one day the word got out of this incident, of this “Curse of the heart and mind.”
He remembers it clearly still today, it was cloudy and probably gonna rain tomorrow or later that day, it was windy and rackety inside of the rotting house he lived in with his father, then a lady had come in, she had purple eyes, a lot like Tommy’s orange-red eyes, so strange, with hair up in a bun and dark lipstick, he can’t remember what color it was now, but he knows he hated the color on her.
“Is your name Tommy, dear?” she asked sweetly, it almost unnerved him, but he was a child at this point he couldn’t be unnerved “Yes!! My name is Tommy!!!” he shouted, she definitely looked like she took off more than she could chew now that he thought about it “Well nice to meet you Tommy, I’m Martha and we’re going to go on little trip ok buddy, we’re going into the city for awhile so I need you to pack up everything you find important or need for a really long trip, I’ll be back and double check to make sure you’ve got everything you need and then we’re off ok?”
Oh he was so so naive back then, believing it’d just be a week or two and not the rest of his life, looking back on it though he’s glad he left, but as soon as they got to the city he was dropped off at an orphanage, it was loud, obnoxious and you had to fight a lot to get people out of your hair for simple things like food or a dream journal, eventually about a month or two into staying at the orphanage was when he got his first foster home...whoopee.
Well it actually was a positive because in that house was the first time he was at the tree.
He had just turned 7 when he first showed up under the willow tree, it was calming warm and very lush, flowers and moss growing around the base of the tree, as a warm summer breeze came blowing in against Tommy, everything had a weird yellow haze, it wasn’t bad or anything, actually quite positive.
Then there was him running up the hill all excited, messy button up with jeans rolled up above his knees, barefoot he looked like he had just excited and looked like he had just exited a forest.
“Hi!! Where are we!?!” he shouted “I-I don’t know I just woke up here and it’s nice, nicer than where I was before” Nicer than being trapped he thought to him “I like this tree, and I like you. Can you read!?” the boy said bouncing up and down “Yeah I can read, want me to read those to you?” Tommy asked pointing at the books he was holding “Yeah these, oh by the way my name is Tubbo!!” The bo- Tubbo said. Tommy nodded “Yeah I can read these to you.”
and he did for months and months he would wake up there and read to the older boy, and then they would talk about what had happened, at first it was spaced apart by a few weeks the longest time apart was 2 months, they both hated those two months with a passion, but after that in the middle of the year it started happening every single night. Sometimes nightmares would follow him before he went to the tree, but Tubbo always comforted him and told him facts about flowers, their meanings, and what certain types of bees do with certain types of flowers, eventually though, more people joined them.