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It was quiet for a while. He doesn’t know where he came from, or what his purpose was. He remembers a prison, and a smile, and a goat. He doesn’t remember anything else.
He appeared one day, in a small forrest, snow covered trees surround him, buildings hidden behind them. He walked towards them. He didn’t know where he was.
The house is massive. It towers over the other houses in the neighbourhood. It has two round towers and thousands of windows. From where he stands he hears voices, so he wanders closer. He travels through the walls, and into the building. He sees two people, and a small piglin. He recognises them, Tubbo and Ranboo, his best friends.
“Oh! Tubbo! Ranboo! I know you!”
They continue to fuss over the small piglin.
“Tubbo, Ranboobs, come on-“
They ignore him.
“This isn’t very nice! Are you kidding me?”
Nobody replies.
“Fine if you can’t be big men i’ll just leave”
The pig creature keeps their attention.
He leaves.
He travels to another snowy place. It’s colder, and quieter. There are two houses, and a smaller house too. He walks into the first house, its empty, except for a polar bear. He walks into the second, and sees a man.
“Phil! Oh thank God.”
Phil continues to drink his drink, not looking him in the eyes.
“Tubbo and Ranboo were ignoring me and i just felt so alone!”
He ignores him.
“Uhm- ha ha, it seems your also ignoring me- for some reason?”
Nobody replies.
“(Bleep) You then-!”
Phil sits in silence.
He leaves. He goes back. He sees the prison. He wonders.
“Will dream ignore me?”
He goes in. He walks through the walls. He goes straight to dream.
“Dream”
Dream sits still.
“Dream.”
He notices his own body.
“Dream-“
“what?”
Tommys eyes widen. Someone heard him, someone cares. Someone didn’t ignore him. Finally.
“Thank you.”
Tommy’s ghostly body stays still, however his real body slowly evaporates into particles.
He can finally move on.
“Goodbye Dream.”
“What? Tommy- Witat NO STIPBFJ UOUXH CANTT DJLEAVR ME-“
Dreams voice faded into nonsense. His words faded like tommy’s body did.
In this world there were certain things that would allow a person to truly die.
Whilst they had 3 lives, if they died for the third, their body would stay in limbo. They would still be alive, in a different place, moving at a different time. A bond held them alive, forcing them to stay. Certain people could either help the ghosts, or could revive them. Certain people could see the ghosts. Their bonds could be anything, whether it be unfinished buisness, or a lover who hasn’t reached happiness. An object that needed to be destroyed or something that was highly impossible, it held them in limbo, for eternity.
Tommy’s wish was to be heard.
Whilst he was alive he was heard, so whatever could this mean? He wanted someone to listen to him, to talk to him like he was a person, instead of someone who is being used.
He was always used.
But now he’s gone.
Maybe dream is the villain in your history books, but he’s the hero’s in Tommy’s.