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Tommy looked down at the ground. He was questioning if what he was doing was right. No, no he stopped caring. He was a kid. A kid that stole his best friends but still a kid..
He shouldn’t care anymore, he knew what he was going to do, and that was the plan and he wouldn’t stray from it.
He opened the wooden door, and looked for the room, containing the child he had searched for. ‘The fucking kid that stole everything’ Tommy had thought.
It was a cruel thought, but he had given up on all reason such a long time ago.
Tommy had looked at the kid, Micheal is his name. Micheal. What a strange name for a zombie piglin child. His name wouldn’t matter much anymore after about an hour.
That’s when tommy had summoned his netherite sword from his inventory, feeling the heavy sword materialise made his hand tingle.
He stared at the child with a soft look in his eyes. He didn’t know if he should pity the child or hate him. This kid was so special to Tubbo and Ranboo.
That’s when the ch- Micheal had started walking up to Tommy. Tommy panicked, stepped back and hit the door, and Micheal just stopped and looked confused. He had never met Tommy before, but tommy wouldn’t have to meet Micheal ever again.
He looked at the child once more, taking in the innocence for one last time.
That’s when he stabbed him, the netherite sword now through the child’s stomach. The noise it made sounded like a loud,high squelching, blood spilled over at his gut, pouring out like a waterfall. Micheal wasn’t making a noise, he was crying, he was crying and bleeding.
Blood dripped from the wound and from his gaped open mouth. He was looking directly at Tommy , right in his eyes. Tommy pulled the sword out of the young piglins gut , making another squelch, and replaced the sword back into his inventory.
Micheal dropped to his knees, murmuring softly, praying in a way, for him to wake up from this nightmare. His vision started going black, the pain made him so.. so tired.
He dropped to the ground, blood surrounding his small corpse, his eyes still wide open.
Tommy stared at the body. He had said nothing, he hadn’t moved from his standing point, he just stared.
He turned to leave the room after what felt like a couple years. He grabbed the doorknob, left the room, then left the house.
From the outside of the house, it looked like a happy family lived there and everything was happy there, when in reality, there was a dead child inside his room.
Tommy didn’t feel regret nor remorse, he just walked back to his home, knowing well that his plan had been finished.