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Tommy regrets agreeing to what Drista had offered him. In the moment it had seemed like something he had to agree with. But as he thinks about it more, the more he starts to regret it.
To clear things up, Drista had offered him a second chance. She gave literally no more details leaving at that. Offering it with a shrug as if she was telling something impossible. I mean he knew she was a god but she could just do that?
He had taken up the offer without a thought. I mean there wasn't like something was waiting for him. Maybe you could say Ranboo and Tubbo. But you easily fire back that they had a son and that was enough for them.
Drista still hasn't given many details. Only saying ominous things about it. It was fucking unnerving. He was getting more and more anxious as the days went by. Waiting for Drista to appear once more.
He shook his head. Walking outside his house. Taking in a deep inhale before continuing his walk. Trying to ignore the grief that was all around the server. Ignoring the big hole where his country once stood.
He paused as something came into view. Tilting his head at the graveyard? When had they make that? Was this another thing they did when he died or some shit? Apparently was doing all kind of things when he was dead. Rude of them.
Walking into the graveyard made his stomach drop for no reason. Shivers being sent down his spine the second he entered. Making him wonder if this fucking place was haunted. Was there ghosts and shit around here?
His gaze pausing at something. Turning towards it so he was facing it. Staring at it with narrowed eyes. Staring at the gravestone in front of him. One that had his name was splattered against.
Squinting as he saw a totem craved into the gravestone. Was that trying to mean that he was revived? That was the best guess he had. A quick glance to Wilbur's grave confirmed it. He clenched his fist.
He fucking hated these. Why did people care so much when he died? No one was there when he was struggling. When he was trying so hard to heal. To make his hotel and make something that be a place of peace.
When he was revived he sure as hell wasn't expecting statues for him. Random gravetsones scattered all around the SMP. Stopping to look at them far too many times. Glaring at the gravestones hoping to got they'd disappear.
Of course a lot of people weren't happy to see him alive. That was very clear when he returned homr from being revived. Being greeting with old cake and streamers left everywhere. Along with a sign in front of the cake.
'Cheers to the death of the child!!'
He couldn't understand if someone was fucking around with him. Hoping they weren't serious about what the hell they had wrote. That's what he spent the whole night thinking about. Thinking what was that?
Not too long after he found that Bad had celebrated his death. Puffy had told him it was because of the egg influence. He wishes he didn't doubt that. I mean he shouldn't, Bad was the kindest person.
Then Wilbur had been revived. All because of his mistake, Wilbur was free to roam the SMP. He had strayed away from whatever the hell Wilbur was doing. Making sure to never be available when Wilbur wanted to hang out. Basically he avoided any contact with Wilbur Soot.
Wilbur never stopped, fun fact. But he had mellowed out. Focusing onto another person to corrupt. That person being Ranboo himself. Who had taken away so much from him. He saw how Wilbur looked at Ranboo fondly.
Like how Wilbur used to look at him. How Wilbur would protect him with his life. Swearing better for them. Promising to never give up him. That they'd forever be each others. Always there for each other.
Ok that was a bit far. He's emotional, you can't blame him here.
But he had to move on alright. He had a son. He had to took care of Shroud with the upmost of care. Showering him in love. Something that he'd never be given. He refused for Shroud to get anything different.
Shroud was the only thing keeping him stable. The only thing stopping him from going back to his tendencies. Which he is thankful for. Shroud had given him a reason to be happy.
He scoffed as he was brought out of his thoughts. His vision clearing as his vision came into view again. Without a thought he kicked it. The thing not moving an inch. The pain ran up his leg however. Making him wince as he shook his head.
Something snickered behind him, "So you're kicking gravestones now? You've reached an all time low."
He scoffed. Turning around to see Drista. He huffed, "It was my gravestone anyway."
Drista blandly added, "You're making it worse."
His lip curled up, "You fucking- nevermind." He hesitated a moment before speaking once more, "How am I going to get a second chance."
She hummed as she took a quick glance around them. Before looking back at him, "I'm going to basically be sending you to another universe."
His mouth dropped at that. Staring at her with wide eyes as he squeaked, "You can fucking do that?!"
She shrugged not acknowledging his shock, "It's hard to do. I can't usually do it." She paused looking at him, "Besides I know things have been..." There was a beat of silence. "Tough for you.."
He sent a reassuring smile her way, "You don't have to do this if it's hurting you Drista."
She just walked forward. Looking at his grave, "It's just difficult to learn, along with the energy it takes. It doesn't hurt me though Tommy."
He nodded slowly, not knowing what to say. "Ah ok."
She added quietly, "I was planning on doing it today."
He jolted at that. Trying to see if she was serious. Tilting his head at here, "When?"
She had added even quieter than before, "Right now..."
He held his hands up. Before backing away, "Look Shroud isn't here," He huffed, "I can't leave Shroud alone."
She vanished for a moment. Before returning a moment later as he was holding Shroud under the armpits. Who was staring at her curiously. Shroud's eyes lighting up as soon as he saw him.
Drista let him down gently. Shroud didn't waste a second before making his way to him. Giving him a sudden hug. Which let me tell you was always a fucking jump scare. The kid always hugged him out of nowhere.
Drista crossed her arms, "Listen I'm going to do it now." Drista shifted on her feet, "Also don't be surprised at the abundance of people that you know there. They sure as hell don't know you."
He stared at her dumbfounded, "Fucking what-"
He didn't get a chance to respond as a glowing light appearing around them. Particles surrounding them. Without thought making him hold Shroud closer. The particles surrounding them until all he could see was white.
He could make out a faint voice, "I'll visit you sometimes, try not to be too angry at me."
After that was a blur. The only thing he could remember was the blinding light. He blocked Shroud's eyes.
Then the light started to fly away slowly. Every so slowly going away. He could start to see things outside again. Shifting on his feet as they as sure as hell wasn't the fucking Dream SMP.
Shroud had finally looked at what was in front of them. A grin coming across his face.
He tried to smile as well. As if this thing was fucking horrifying to him.
He watched as two people walked right past them. Freezing at who they were.
There in flesh was Ranboo and Tubbo.
Thankfully they didn't notice him. As he was staring wide eye at them. His grip on Shroud's hand going limp for a moment. Before shaking his head. There was no time for him to panic. If he panics then that will just make Shroud nervous.
He took a deep breath as his grip returned.
Smiling as they walked where the others were walking.
Yeah they were fucked.