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Sitting in the train station feeling the ringing silence become repeated with a faint sound of a train rumbling down the tracks.
Was standing up even worth it, my butt had just gotten numb to the cold concrete and sleeping away the rest of eternity sounds nice.
The sound of the train slowing down excited me but I wasn't due for a visit from the lady of death just yet (she does stop by every two months to bring me my guitar so that I can sing and play for her. Ahh the great things of your mother being the fucking grim reaper is that you see her once every two months of eternity)
Sitting up to welcome the visitor?
As the train came to a stop, the doors opened to allow a masked man to step out of the light into the dimly lit tunnel.
"Dream?" I whispered, hopefully this wasn't a hallucination.
"Hey" he approached me slowly and I ran to meet him, grasping him into a hug.
Smoke clung to his clothes in a comforting way. Had he been smoking? I missed smoking.
Dreams hand patted my back.
"Come on, we have to go" he pulled out of the hug and led me into the bright train.
Sitting down across from Dream. Blinking the sun spots out of my eyes I got a better look at him: he had blood stuck in his hair, mask had a bit of scratches and dents, stitches in his left hand, burns on each hand, and a prison jumper was probably not his choice of clothing but a lot could happen in thirteen years.
"You look like shit" My croaky voice spoke.
"We both look like shit" The correction of his voice made me a bit self conscious but I smiled.
"All I ask in return is that you stay in contact with Ranboo and help me lead him," Dream said.
Nodding I figured he had some sway over someone.
"And um…" Dream looked down.
"Do you want me to say hi to George?" The taunt of Dream's "secret" lover hung on my lips.
"Tell him- well .. tell him he should visit" Dreams fingers twitched as he relaxes his shoulders.
"All right" I moved my view to look out the window. We were both trapped in a sense both ignored and only tampered with because we held something others didn't; Dreams revival book and my Insanity? Letting the all to familiar sound of the train drown out our thoughts.
Something jabbed my side repeatedly, and hushed voices said something but I was far too tired to listen in. It was warm right now and the ground felt softer than concrete but the poking wouldn't stop and the noise was getting louder.
"Stop-Tommy" someone spoke.
"Ranboob let me be, man" Tommy's voice ordered. oh how I missed that voice.
Opening my eyes to see Tommy about to kick me with a nervous Ranboob towering over me.
Quickly shuffling away from the child's incoming foot.
"No, he moved '' He whined.
"I told you he wasn't dead" Ranboob or was it Ranboo said.
Getting up slowly, I smiled at how I was still taller than Tommy.
"Why the fuck are you here?" Tommy growled. He had changed since the last time we met in the station, firstly his hair had a white streak and he wasn't wearing his typical shirt instead he had a knitted blue sweater on.
I took a second to inhale the clean air before talking
"Dream, he- he's my savior" both Ranboob and Tommy visibly cringed.
"After thirteen bloody years I'm back!"
Ranboob leaned down to whisper in Tommy's ear, whatever he said made Tommy's eyes widen.
Before I could ask, there were sounds of people approaching.
Turning towards the sound the sun shone on my face blocking the wonderful sun with my hand, I looked down below the hill to see Technoblade, Philza and a creeper looking dude with a gas mask walking toward us.
"Phil I have to thank you for killing me otherwise I would have been stuck in prison like Dream"
Phil's face was white, Technoblade made a disapproving noise, and creeper dude made eye contact with Tommy.
"Um mate" he looked guilty. "How are you?" His wings were pressed closely to his back as if he needed to add more body language that he was feeling uncomfortable.
"I'm fantastic!" Raising my arms out to express my good mood.
Why wasn't anyone happy to see me?
"Why don't you head home with Techno and I?" Phil spoke like I was an animal.
“Tommy, why don’t you-” Turning to see that he had left with Ranboob. I wanted him to join us so that we could be like a family again but that could wait.
I rode with Techno on his horse, Phil was going to have me ride with him but techno won't let me be with Phil.
Their home was quite a little bit of a ride and we did it in complete silence. Well almost, I nodded off a couple times and one time I hit Techno's back with my head, he was seconds away from throwing me off the horse before I apologized and Phil calmed him down.
We stopped in front of a large cabin in the snow, stoned by trees.
I climbed off the horse, following Phil inside. He showed me the guest bedroom I would be staying in: it was clean, had a bed with red sheets, a dresser and a box of my old stuff in the middle of the room.
"I'm going to start a bath of warm water and get you some of techno's old clothes"
Before I could answer he left.
I walked over to the box which had bust gathered on top. There was no point in avoiding it.
Sitting down on the ground I opened the box, inside was my L’manberg uniform, a burnt flag, Fundys baby clothes, my guitar, and pictures of my brothers that had me in them or anything that involved L'manberg or me.
I held onto the picture of all of us standing in front of our new house, Phil holding Fundy as toddler. Fundy had pulled out several feathers from his wings, Techno is getting hit with Phil's wing, I have Tommy in a headlock giving him a noogie as Tommy had my glasses and held them an arms length away.
Times were a lot simpler then even as a single dad whether that started when Techno and Philza left Tommy in my care or when Sally left Fundy with me .
Knocking on the door snapped me out of the past.
"Will, I have you bath ready"
Opening the door I thanked Phil and headed into the bathroom directed him.
I scrubbed my hair and body until it hurt, I wanted nothing to do with that train station even if it was its dirt.
After I looked into the foggy mirror to see myself properly for the first time in years. I didn't recognize the person staring back at me.
They had dark bags under their eyes, pale skin that almost looked sickly, a scare in their stomach, and a white streak of hair.
At least Tommy and I had something visibly in common now.