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The wind howled around the peaks as Tommy gazed at the sun move over to noon, then at the structures below. From here, one could see everything. His hood was up, blocking the chilly mountain air on his back was a dark leather backpack. Techno had gone everywhere but beyond the mountain ranges, in favor of heading south to plains and deserts.
From his spot, Tommy could see the crater of L'manburge, the place of where the hotel would have been, the prison, El Rapids, Techno's cabin, Snowchester. He took a breath, on his hip was a diamond sword, and he was ready for the next part.
He left notes at his little shack, one for every group, just in case. He didn't want people to follow him. Gripping the strap with gloved fingers, Tommy took one last look at the Dream SMP, and then turned away.
No one would miss him.
After Doomsday, and the fight with Dream, things were supposed to get better. But Tommy still found people, despite saving his ass and Tubbo's life treated him with contempt still. Tubbo decided to start again, which Tommy was too afraid to even go near. Last Tommy saw he was getting close to Ranboo, which was just great.
It's not that Tommy hated the Ender Hybrid, he rather like Ranboo he was a nice guy. But there were moments that infuriated Tommy about him, too blind to see what he had.
All Tommy ever wanted was Techno to care about him, for Phil to call him a son and be proud of him. Ranboo had everything Tommy wanted but didn't seem to notice or care.
It was always the same story, no matter how much he proved himself, tried to make it right, people still hated him. He could do no right here, not when Dream had set the seeds of hate in them. Even if Tommy were to show he was a better person now, the thoughts of him always being a stupid, rude, and arrogant person would stay in their head.
Breathing out a puff of white fog, Tommy walked away from the Dream SMP. He heard of stories, of kingdoms far west, kingdoms that not even The Blade could takedown. Techno always was used to being top dog, but the legends of these places clearly outweighed his name.
Tommy wanted to see these places, to find a new place to call home. Away from the hate Dream spun even while trapped behind blackstone walls.
If Tommy were to say, he was sad about leaving Puffy and Sam, those two seemed to care at least.
Yet as the clean air from climbing down the mountain hit him and he entered into the valley on the other side. Tommy felt free for the first time in a long time. The wind blew through the tall grass fields, the sun peaking over the mountain range, and Tommy gazed out over it all.
He may be a child to some when it was a covenant for them, but he always was the once brother of The Blade. He knew a thing or two about fighting, it was just easier to let people help him.
He'd make it, he knew he would, though disowned he still had all the knowledge and skills taught to him since he was old enough to walk.
Tommy steeled these thoughts, breathing in the clear air again, and set off west with a compass in hand.
The future has a lot to hold, and Tommy wants to live first.
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If anyone knew anything was amiss they didn't say anything about it. Things were quiet for once around the SMP, a little too quiet.
Jack noticed first he hadn't seen Tommy in a while, and asked Tubbo about it. Finding not even the guy's supposed best friend had seen him. And this spurred Tubbo to look for Tommy.
This was a week after Tommy left.
Asking Sam, then Puffy, even Sapnap, and Geroge.
No one has seen Tommy.
Opening the door, finding it wasn't locked, he found the house was cold and empty. Not much was left, only a little bit of food rotting away in the barrels. Tubbo grimaced a bit and moved around with a torch to find the bed was made and a thin layer of dust covered it.
Tubbo turned and saw something on the crudely made table. Notes.
He picked up one with his name on it and opened it quickly. Scanning the contents with wide eyes. Tubbo gripped the two letters with Sam and Puffy's names on it and ran out of the house to find them.
Tommy was sorry, but he couldn't continue to live in a place that offered no form of happiness.
He couldn't keep pretending that it didn't hurt.
That he wasn't on his last life.
He wanted to know what life was before Dream escaped.
Maybe find out if something was worth more than the discs.
To say people were shocked was an understatement. But what could they do? Tommy was possibly long gone by now because they hadn't seen him in a week.
And as far as some were concerned, the kid possibly was dead.