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When Tommy started playing on the Dream SMP, he thought it would just be a normal Minecraft server that he and his friends would play on for fun. He didn’t think that Wilbur would start making it a lore server or that he would play as the protagonist who has to try and save everyone while suffering with his own in-game trauma, but somehow it turned out to be like that. Tommy still loved to play on the server and just mess around with his friends and create chaos.

When he was on a call with Tubbo, Tubbo told him about a website he found, "Dreamworks," which allows users to create their own stories and then travel to them.

“Tubs, you know that stuff is just a bunch of bullshit, right?” Tommy said.

“Well, yeah, but it seems super cool! Listen, ‘You can write your own stories and when you go to sleep, they become a reality.’ It does sound a bit like bullshit but I’ve heard some people say that it actually worked!”

“Yeah? Who said it worked?” Tommy replied.

“Some people on Tik Tok…” he said.

“And you believe them?”

“No! I’m not saying I believe them. It just seems like an interesting thing to try out. Come on Tommy, doesn’t it mildly interest you?” Tubbo said.

“I guess so. Fine. Let’s put in something and see if anything happens, how about that Tubs?”

“Yeah, and then we can see if it actually works.” Tubbo replied.

“Okay Toby. It’s getting kind of late so I’m gonna hop off this call. I’ll tell you if anything interesting happens. See you tomorrow.”

“See ya, bossman.”

Tommy left the call and started to write on the website. It is obviously a fake thing but he still put in something because Tubbo would get disappointed if he didn’t. He created his own story based on the Dream SMP because he couldn’t think of anything better to write about.

After he puts in his story he gets ready for bed. He edits one of his mod videos before he goes to bed and sends it to his editor for some touch ups and goes to sleep like normal. He starts to fade into his subconsciousness as falls to sleep.

As Tommy wakes up, he notices how bright it is. He groans, annoyed by the sunlight, as pulls his sheets over his head, except that there are no sheets. He thinks that he just kicked them off in his sleep, but then he notices that he is not on his usual soft mattress but a hard floor that feels like dirt. Tommy feels a panic rising in his gut.

“Oh my god. I’ve been fucking kidnapped” he thinks to himself. He tries to listen to hear if anyone is around him, but he hears nothing except a ruffling of tree leaves. Tommy notices that there are no restraints around him, like what would happen in a kidnapping like the ones he’s seen in movies, so he sits up and looks around.

Tommy has no idea where he is. In front of him, he sees a hill with a path in front of him made out of some sort of wood. There are flowers scattered around it, most are red and white with a few purple ones mixed in. He notices that the hill has a door in it, which seems like a stupid type of architecture, he thinks. He decides to go inside the hill and looks around. The hill seems oddly familiar, but he can’t seem to know why. He knows that he has never seen a hill like this one before. He knocks on the door, wondering if anyone is inside, and when he gets no answer he opens the door.

Tommy goes inside to see a chest hanging along a wall and a singular bed on the opposite side of the room. The inside of the hill looks very messy and the walls are only made out of dirt, which is confusing because the dirt shouldn't be as stable as it is. He keeps having that same feeling of familiarity while he looks around.

He sees a door along the back side of the hill (or house?), and he doesn't know if he should open it. The door has small openings that are able to see through, and when he looks through the door he sees photos on a separate wall.

As Tommy takes a look at those photos he notices something. Oh. This is his house. Tommy quickly rushes into the room and takes a close look at the photos.

As he looks at them he notices that they are the same photos as the ones he hung up on the Dream SMP. He sees a very, very realistic version of Wilbur (or is it Ghostbur? That looks too gray to be Wilbur) holding Friend's lead and he sees other random images he hung up. It looks like this is all happening in the Dream SMP.

“Okay now, all of this is getting really, really weird”, Tommy thinks to himself. Just looking at the photos and how realistic they are sends a shiver down Tommy’s spine.

Tommy can’t help but panic a little. How the fuck did he even get into the SMP? Why is he even here? Tommy sits down to try and lower his heartbeat, which is beating too fucking fast right now. He takes some deep breaths to lower his panic, and when he calms down he tries to think about ways he got here.

As Tommy is thinking, he remembers his call with Tubbo before he went to bed.

“Holy shit” Tommy whispers under his breath. “The fucking website worked”.

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When Tommy gets up, the first thing he does is try to find out if he has any items. And holy shit, he does.

Tommy opens his enderchest to find his discs (oh my god they are fucking real-) and a black and purple sword, that he can only guess is made out of netherite. It’s completely matte, unlike the other shiny items in his chest that are most likely enchanted, so Tommy thinks that it is the sword that Drista gave him while she was on the server. It’s surprisingly light and it feels good to carry in his hands. Tommy sees armour but it is too big for him to carry and is too challenging to put on.

The armour and tools are much more detailed than in Minecraft. Tommy runs his finger down the side of the sword and when he takes it off he is bleeding. It’s not a bad cut but enough to wish that he had a bandaid with him. Tommy keeps the sword with him even though it’s fucking scary to be wielding a real weapon (but it’s so cool). Tommy makes sure to be responsible with it because he doesn’t want to accidentally cut his own hands off when he’s holding it.

As Tommy walks outside, he looks around at the world around him. The SMP looks completely up to date with where blocks were broken and placed. His house looks almost identical to the Minecraft version except it’s so much more realistic. Tommy walks over to the bench that he and Tubbo sit on during lore, and he can’t help but to stare in awe at the view. The sun isn’t setting yet, but when it does Tommy can bet that the view will be even more beautiful.
He goes to sit on the bench and stare at the skyline. He looks over to the hotel and it’s fucking enormous. The building is bright red and white and looks so high that Tommy wonders how anyone could go to the top of it.

“It can’t be fucking possible that this is even real”, Tommy thinks. Tommy knows that this is all just a dream that he somehow wrote into a magical website that his subconscious probably made up in his sleep, but it just seems too real. When Tommy got cut by the sword, he could feel the pain and it was not fucking fake. But it has to be, right?

As Tommy stares back at the landscape, he sees something. No, seeing would be the wrong word. He remembers something. He remembers him and Tubbo sitting on the bench, laughing with disks in their hands and saying something about “Dream” and “Prison”. They both had smiles on their faces and they’re so happy and relieved for the first time in a while.

A shiver runs down Tommy’s spine.

“What the fuck!?” Tommy says to himself. His eyes are wide in shock and panic goes through his chest. That couldn’t be a real memory, right? But it felt so real. It was so real. It was like Tommy was reliving a memory of his own. One that he outlived a long time ago. But it’s not real. It’s not it’s not it’s NOT.

“Calm down, Tom, you’re fine, it was nothing. It was just a random thought about lore that means nothing” he said to himself. His voice was shaky and panicked. Tommy took a few deep breaths and calmed himself down. When he felt decent, he got up. He didn’t feel like staying by the bench anymore, even though he did feel connected to it somehow. Tommy just needed a break to relax and stop thinking about the strange memory.

He chose to go walk around the server and tour around the buildings. He walked along the Prime Path and down to the Holy Lands. The structures in the server looked so cool in real life. There was so much more detail and thought than in Minecraft and the buildings looked like they were actually used before and not just for decoration.

After walking for what Tommy thought was a few hours, he reached an area that looked in shambles and was overgrown with shrubbery. Tommy walked closer, he saw a giant crater that could have been hundreds of meters deep. Vines were hanging down from the sky and into the crater.

“L’manburg” Tommy said, his voice in awe. The country Wilbur and he started. Even though it was only a giant hole now, it was beautiful. The vines were the perfect green and the bridge that connected both sides of the crater looked amazing, like it was made to be there. Tommy couldn’t help but stare at the state of the country, in ruins but looking like it was meant to be that way.

Tommy still had a bad feeling when he was looking at the destroyed country. It looked beautiful, but he still felt dread.

“You could have prevented this, Tommy” he thought to himself.

The awe that was once there turned to anger. Of course he could have prevented this! How could he have just let Techno and Dream destroy his home?! How could he have let them take away the place everyone loved and could be happy in?!

No. He couldn’t have done anything.

It was just a scripted Minecraft server he and his friends made together. It was meant to be this way, so why did Tommy feel like he could have done something different?

Tommy shrugs off the thought and heads back to his base. It still gives him a bad feeling to just be on the server, but it’s getting late and he needs somewhere to sleep.

As he starts to head back to his house, a shiver goes down his spine. Something is following him. Tommy starts to walk faster but he can’t help the feeling that there is something there. As he gets closer to his house, the feeling goes away.

He sprints back to his base and tries to seal the door as well as possible. He grabs wooden planks from one of his chests (How does everything even fit in there anyways?) and barricades the door to the best of his ability, which isn’t very much.

Tommy sits down on his bed and just thinks about what happened today. Too much has happened, to be sure. Tommy thought more about the memory. He really wishes Tubbo was with him right now. He hasn’t talked to anyone all day, and even when he’s at home editing his videos he at least talks to someone, but there’s no one here. TommyInnit, the strongest man ever, is completely alone in a too realistic version of a Minecraft server he plays on. And right now, Tommy doesn’t feel so strong.

Before he knows it, tears are streaming down his face. He just wants to be back home, with his family and friends. Is it too much to ask for? Shortly after, Tommy falls asleep, worn out from the eventful day he had and crying.

As he falls into his subconsciousness he can’t help but feel that someone is out there, waiting for him.

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As Tommy opens his eyes, he wakes up to a familiar white roof. He gets up so quickly that he starts to see black dots floating around him. “Fuck” he says to himself, and he hastily sits back down on his bed so he doesn’t faint from dizziness.

When Tommy regains his vision and becomes somewhat stable, he looks around and notices that he is in his bedroom in his actual house. Thank fucking god that he is back home or he would be having a mental breakdown in that little dirt mound.

The first thing Tommy does is get dressed and showered because who wants to feel like shit in the morning? He turns on his pc and waits for his monitors to turn on. Tommy opens discord and checks general chats for loads of servers he’s in. They are all just talking about boring stuff for Minecraft servers and random conversations that Tommy could care less about. All that Tommy has on his mind right now is to tell Tubbo about what just happened to him.

He checks his DMs (and holy shit does he have a lot) he sees that Tubbo has already messaged him. Tubbo sent him a fucking ton of messages, which is normal, but he doesn’t send that many very often.

Tommy reads the messages Tubbo sent him. Tommy thought it would just be about some random thing he found online but of course, it had to be about the Dreamworks website. Fuck, Tommy wanted to talk about it first, but that really doesn’t matter right now. All that matters is telling Tubbo what the fuck happened after he went to bed last night.

Tubbo Today at 8:27 AM

TOMMY

TOM

WTF SOMETHING SO CRAZY HAPPENED LAST NIGHT YOU WOULDNT BELIEEVE IT

OK SO I THINK THE DREAMWoRKS THING WORKED

IT WAS SO WEIRD I PU T IN THAT I WANTED TO GO TO A CONCERT THING AND IT ACTUALLY WORKED

I KNOW THIS SOUNDS INSANE BUT REALLY IT WAS SO COOL

IT WAS LIKE I WAS ERALLY THERE

*really

BUT I COULD LIKE FEEL IT

it was probably just a cool dream but like actially it was cool

Tommy sat staring at the messages.

“So, it actually works. It wasn’t just something I went through”, Tommy thought. Tommy was still surprised that it wasn’t just a really realistic dream. As much as he wanted to believe it was a fake website made to bait people into using it, it was hard to argue with now.

Tommy Today at 9:12 AM

Wait I think I had something similar happen

I put in something about the Dreamsmp and it was also like I was there

But actually It was fucking insane cool but really weird

Tubbo Today at 9:13 AM

WAIT TOM

SO the website really worked?

Tommy Today at 9:13 AM

I think so IDK

it’s still kindaa weird

Tubbo Today at 9:13 AM

WAit Tommy

What if we put in the same script?

Do you think we wuold be in the same dream or something?

“Wait, what if they put in the same script?”, Tommy thought. If this whole Dreamworks thing is actually real, then couldn’t it be possible that they could be together in a ‘dream’?

Tommy Today at 9:15 AM

If this whole thing really works then i think it could be a really cool idea

do you want me to send you my script or something?

ngl the smp looks super cool it looks all like real life and shit

Tubbo Today at 9:15 AM

OH WAIt that could actually be pog!

yeah send me yours

Tommy sent Tubbo his script. It wasn’t very long but it was detailed enough to actually know that it was about the Dream SMP.

Tubbo Today at 9:17 AM

OK i hit enter on the website Tom, are you busy today?

Tommy Today at 9:17 AM

I think I’m gonna stream but thats it

Hey tubbo?

Tubbo Today at 9:17 AM

Yeah?

Tommy Today at 9:17 AM

Let’s keep this whole dreamworks thing to ourselves, yeah?

im not sure if i really want anyone else to know abt it

Tubbo Today at 9:17 AM

ok.

sounds good bossman have a good stream

i might join but who knows

Tommy can’t lie, talking about that whole Dreamworks thing took a load off of his chest. It was kind of a stressful experience, but to know that he can do it with Tubbo makes it seem a lot more fun. Being able to show Tubbo a real life L’manburg and Snowchester (he hasn’t visited it yet but saw it over the ocean, the mansion was fucking ginormous) is going to be so cool. Just Tommy and Tubbo, exploring the SMP together.

And whatever was following him.

Tommy knows that it will just be so fucking pog. Even with how weird his dream thing was, he knows that it will be so much better if Tubbo is there with him.

The rest of the day is normal. Editing, talking with Wilbur and Phil, and streaming. Tommy didn’t feel like streaming on the SMP today, especially with literally going there in real life what the fuck- so he just did a just chatting stream that was chill but fun.

After Tommy ends his stream, he takes a look at the time.

“It’s 10:15 already?” Tommy says to himself. Whenever he streams it feels like time moves faster. Probably because he has so much fun with it, being able to be with his friends and all.

“Okay Will. I’m gonna head to bed now but it was great having you on my stream. I really appreciate it, especially with you being tired and all” Tommy says. Wilbur hasn’t been feeling the best lately because he was coming over a cold, so having him on stream was a really nice thing for him to do. Tommy thinks that Will should take a break sometimes, especially since he was making music and working on content to release every day.

“Oh yeah, don’t worry Toms. It was no problem. I did need some good social interaction today anyways. I’ll talk to you later, maybe tomorrow if you don't have too much to work on?” Wilbur replies.

“Sounds good, Will. See you soon.” Tommy grinned.

Tommy shuts down his PC before he heads to bed. He still hasn’t been able to stop thinking about the whole Dreamworks thing and having Tubbo possibly be there, but it excites him nonetheless. Tommy does what he normally does before going to sleep and then gets into bed. After a few minutes of laying in bed, his tiredness finally catches up to him and he goes to bed.

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When Tommy woke up, the first thing he felt was excitement. The thought that he could be on the server with Tubbo seems so incredible. Tommy shoots out of bed, and notices that he is actually on a mattress and not the dirt floor he woke up to the last time he was in the server. Tommy can’t lie, the relief of not waking up on dirt was astounding. He didn’t know how he expected to wake up, so knowing that it is probably the same place you go to sleep in is nice.

As Tommy rushed out of bed, he went to look to see if he had any spare clothes in his chests. He hastily went through his chests, which were horribly organized, and found a red and white shirt exactly like the ones he had at his real house, except the one in the chest was much dirtier. Tommy decided to just put it on, since the shirt he was wearing right now was even more dirty, mostly from sleeping in literal dirt a day ago.

Tommy went to look for any hygienic items in the chests but found hardly anything. That wasn’t really surprising since he was literally in a video game but it was annoying at least. He found something that resembled soap so he made sure not to lose it. Tommy didn’t really care about hygiene right now, because all he wants to do is try and find Tubbo.

Tommy’s excitement started to really catch up to him and he rushed outside. Tommy grabbed his sword, which was laying by his chests (a stupid place to put a dangerous weapon but that didn’t matter) went to open the door.

As Tommy went outside, the feeling of someone watching him washed over him. It was like what he felt yesterday when he was walking back from L’manburg, but worse. So, so much worse. It was like someone was right behind him. A chill went through Tommy’s spine and he completely stopped in his tracks.

Help I can’t move. Someone, please help. HELP.

It was so cold.

“Hey, Tommy!” a familiar voice said.

“AHH WHAT THE FUCK-” Tommy yelled. He didn’t even know how far he jumped away from shock until he finally stopped to catch his breath. “Fuck, man. You scared the living shit out of me.” Tommy exclaimed.

As Tommy got a look at the person in front of him, the first thing he noticed was the color of the person's skin. It was split in half perfectly in the middle with black and white coloring. When he looked up, he noticed green and red eyes and a golden crown (that looked way too expensive) sitting on the man’s head.

“Holy shit…” Tommy murmured to himself, amazed at the person in front of him. “Ranboo?” he said to the man.

“Yeah, Tommy? Are you good? I didn’t mean to scare you like that. I just wanted to check up on you because you’ve been seeming kind of sad, y’know? I know how difficult the whole Dream thing has been so I just wanna make sure you’re okay.” Ranboo said with genuine concern in his voice.

“The whole ‘Dream thing?’” Tommy said, very confused. What’s even more confusing is how Ranboo is even here. Tommy didn’t send him the script and Tubbo said he’d keep it to himself, so how is Ranboo in the server at all?

“Yeah. Y’know, with the prison and him escaping and everything? Did you seriously forget? And I thought that was my thing.” Ranboo said with a concerned laugh.

Until now, Tommy didn’t notice that Ranboo looked different then how fan artists usually draw him. Ranboo was literally floating and looked more like the ghost version of his Minecraft skin than the version he normally plays with.

“This conversation is making absolutely no sense, Ranboo. I need you to take a few steps back, man. So listen, how are you even here?” Tommy said pointing up and down at Ranboo, because how does he look like that at all? It’s physically impossible for a human to have multicolored eyes and literally fly.

“Oh! So what I think happened was my mom and dad, I think? I don’t fully remember that but I remember a lot now, y’know, since I died and all. So they created me, and then I came here and met everyone and cried, a lot actually. And then I died and followed you a bit because you seemed sad, and then today I came to check up on you!” Ranboo said, too happily to be comforting.

Thank god that Ranboo was the one following him because holy shit the feeling of being followed is horrifying.

“So,” Tommy said, “you didn’t put in the script to be here.”

“What script?” Ranboo replied, confused.

“Oh my fucking god-” Tommy thought. “I am talking to fucking character Ranboo right now. Holy shit holy fucking god.”

“Sooo…”, Tommy exhaled with a nervous laugh, “Have you seen Tubbo at all? I was actually trying to look for him”.

Tommy wanted to just stop thinking that he is talking to an alternate roleplay version of his best friend holy shit- and is trying to get back on the goal he wanted to start with before he got sidetracked. All he wanted to focus on is seeing Tubbo, his real life real best friend.

And oh shit, Dream is out of prison. Character Dream. The man who tortured his character for months is out of prison. Oh my god I’m going to die Dream’s going to ki-

“Tommy? You good?” Ranboo said with concerned eyes.

“Oh, yeah Ranboo. Don’t worry about me, big man.” Tommy said. Tommy didn’t even know how hard he was breathing until Ranboo went to check up on him. “Yeah, I’m good. Let’s go find Tubbo, yeah?”

“Yeah, sure. Just, if you’re worried about anything tell me, okay? Actually, you know what would be really great?! Dying! You should try it sometime. It’s really cool.” Ranboo replied (or Ghostboo? Who knows at this point).

“I think I’m okay, big man.” Tommy responded.

“Oh, by the way, I think the most likely place Tubbo would be is in Snowchester” Ranboo exclaimed.

“So, I guess we should go there then.” Tommy replied.

The walk to Snowchester was actually very nice. Ranboo and Tommy didn’t talk too much or bring up anything that could possibly upset one another. The silence wasn’t awkward, but calming. With all that has happened so far, the thought that his best friend’s Minecraft character is real, the silence between them was nice.

As they approached Snowchester, the view was incredible. The mansion looked beautiful next to the ocean and the snow was starting to fall lightly. The wall that surrounded the town was intimidating but comforting and the water tunnel across looked amazing. Tommy has only seen Snowchest from a ways away, so being up close made the town look extraordinary.

When Ranboo and Tommy got over the water tunnel (which they had to walk over since Tommy has absolutely no armor, and it was a very long walk that he feels bad for making Ranboo do) Tommy let Ranboo lead the way to where he thinks Tubbo might be.

They walked over to the small house that Tubbo built on the server. It looked even more comfortable and cozy when it was realistic than in Minecraft. Snowchester made Tommy feel like sitting inside in the middle of a snowstorm and drinking hot cocoa. He already loved this place so much and has only been here for a few minutes, but right now Tommy just wants to go inside because it’s freezing outside and he only has a tee shirt and pants on, which is not helping.

When they get to the house, Ranboo knocks on the door and Tommy stands to the side. Tommy can’t lie, he is a bit nervous to see Tubbo because he doesn’t even know if he’s here or if it could be the canonical version of his friend. Tommy hears footsteps coming from what he could only assume to be an attic or second floor. They rush down to the doorway and the door starts to open. When it opens, he sees familiar brown hair and a puffy jacket.

“Ranboo?” the brown haired boy exclaims after a few seconds of staring at the figure who opened his door. “Tommy?!”

“Tubbo?”

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“Tommy?!”

“Tubbo?”

Tubbo stares at Ranboo and then Tommy in disbelievement. Of course Tubbo would be surprised that this whole place really exists, but the look on his face is just hilarious.

“Pfff-” Tommy snickers, “You should see the look on your face right now, Tubs. You look like you’ve just seen a ghost!”

Ranboo gives Tommy a glare.

“Oh yeah, I forgot about him.” Tommy says, looking at Ranboo.

“Wh- WHAT THE FUCK, TOMMY?” Tubbo yells with wide eyes staring at Ranboo. Ranboo nervously glances away from Tubbo, Tubbo’s staring probably making him uncomfortable.

Tommy can’t lie, he was probably even more surprised then Tubbo is when he saw Ranboo for the first time. He can’t ignore how insane the fact that one of his best friends has a counterpart in a video game.

“Okay. Give me a minute.” Tubbo says “You have to explain to me how the fuck Ranboo is here and what the fuck is going on because I have absolutely no idea what is happening.”

“While you contemplate existence can you please let us inside? I’m freezing and if I stand out here any longer I will literally die.” Tommy says, shivering. All that Tommy has is a jacket Ranboo gave to him that is hardly blocking out the cold, so Tommy just wants to go into the warmth of Tubbo’s home.

“Oh yeah, sorry bossman.” Tubbo replies, holding open the door to make a way for Ranboo and Tommy to come inside. As Tommy steps inside, warm heat washes over him giving him instant relief from the cold.

Tommy goes over to sit on a couch in front of the fireplace. As he sits down, he can’t help but sink into the seat. It’s surprisingly soft, possibly even softer than his couch in his “real” house.

It makes him think when he and Tubbo would relax in the fields. They would sit for hours making flower crowns and picking flowers to bring back home. Tommy misses when they would do that.

“Tommy. I think it’s time for you to explain why the fuck Ranboo is here. Did you give him the script?” Tubbo declares.

“Huh?” Tommy replies, Tubbo’s words only half interpreting in his brain. “Sorry, I spaced out for a second. Did you ask about the script?”

“Yeah.” Tubbo says. “I asked if you gave Ranboo the script.”

“Oh this guy,” Tommy says, pointing at Ranboo, “Is literally Ghostboo. Dead, cannon, everything you’d expect. So no, I didn’t give Ranboo the script because this isn’t our Ranboo.”

“So, he’s character Ranboo but… dead.” Tubbo says.

“Yeah.”

“Woah. Wait, that’s actually sick! The SMP characters are actually here!” Tubbo says, excitedly, looking at Ranboo.

Ranboo just stands in the corner in silence, rubbing his arm in a nervous manner. Even if this guy is supposed to be the dead, happy version of his friend’s canonical character, he is awfully nervous and possibly scared.

“Hey, you okay bossman?” Tubbo says, worryingly. “What?” Ranboo says, seemingly coming out of being spaced out. “Haha, yeah. It’s just… are my Tubbo and Tommy gone?”

As Ranboo says this, Tommy feels a pit fill his stomach. Did he and Tubbo, by writing a random script, accidentally get rid of the people that actually lived here on this server? Just the thought of it makes him feel horrible.

“I-” Tommy comments. “I’m not sure. But who knows! They could still be here… maybe…” Tommy replies with a nervous laugh.

“OH WAIT!” Tubbo exclaims abruptly, making Ranboo jump. “Sorry, bossman, but I just remembered I need to introduce you to someone, Tommy! Follow me.”

“Sure but this is seeming awfully suspicious Tubs.” Tommy says, following as Tubbo climbs up to the attic.

Tommy climbs up the ladder to the upper floor. When Tommy and Ranboo both first arrived at Tubbo’s house, Tommy noticed that Tubbo was in the second story before he answered the door, so this must be pretty interesting for him.

Right as Tommy goes through the trapdoor above the ladder, the first thing he hears is a squeaking sound that almost sounds like a small child. Tommy climbs into the second floor, and before he is able to look around he feels a force gently thwack onto his legs. When Tommy looks down, he sees what looks to be a kid with pink hair and skin that is wearing small overalls with bee and ender pearl designs embroidered onto it.

“TOMMY” the kid says, as he’s latching onto Tommy’s legs. Tommy hasn’t been around many little kids so the size difference surprises him.

“Hello, Michael.” Tommy says happily, his voice being raised 3 octaves higher. Michael looks up at him with a grin on his face.

Tommy can’t help but be in awe at how adorable Michael is. He is surprisingly just like a normal toddler, from the way he talks to the way he runs. Tommy looks around Michael’s room and plays with him while Tubbo is seemingly distracted focusing on something else.

Tubbo notices that Ranboo stayed downstairs instead of coming up to see Michael. Tubbo decides whether he wants to stay up with Michael and Tommy, but he ultimately chooses to check up on Ranboo to see if he is alright. Michael seems distracted playing with Tommy, so it should be okay for him to go downstairs for a bit.

When Tubbo goes down the ladder, Ranboo is still standing in the corner from before they went upstairs. He seems almost hesitant to even try to move and it looks like he might be trying to stay quiet. As Tubbo gets to the bottom of the ladder, he walks over to the ghost.

“Hey, bossman?” Tubbo says softly, “are you alright?” “I know that this whole day has probably been a lot, heck, it is for me too. So if you need to tell anyone anything I’m here.?” Tubbo says, concerningly.

Ghostboo glances over to him with what looks to be a spark of something like… recognition in his eyes, and then he quickly glances away to where he was looking before.

“Oh… yeah. It’s just-” the ghost murmurs quietly, “I uh- I haven’t really been able to see Michael since I died kind of.” “I-” Ghostboo said with a shaky voice, “I’m not the same as he was when he was alive. Ranboo, I mean. I think that I’ve been so focused on the feeling of pure joy that I- I forgot about my family. I think that made you- I mean- him mad. My Tubbo. And I wanted to talk about it but I just- I just couldn’t.”

All this information started to make Tubbo feel both anger and sadness. Tubbo didn’t have a reason to feel bad about this, it technically isn’t real at all! So why does Tubbo feel so personally heartbroken from what Ghostboo said?

It’s almost like he could see the last images of his husband before he got murdered by Sam infront of the prison. Oh Ender, he misses Ranboo so, so much. He will kill Sam. It’s his fault that Ranboo got taken from him.

“I-” Tubbo tries to respond, still finding words for what to say, “I know I’m not him, but I’m sure that if I was he would accept your apology, even if it takes some time.”

“Really?” Ghostboo says, voice shaky and almost on the verge of what could be tears if it’s possible for ghosts to cry.

“Really.” Tubbo replies, a smile growing on his face. He really hopes that the ghosts' spirits rise after this conversation because Tubbo can’t stand to have his best friend’s canon ghost be all in the dumps. “Now, let’s go see Michael, hm?” Tubbo says energetically.

“Sure.” Ghostboo replies, a smile growing on his face, too.

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Because of Tubbo, Ranboo went up to see Michael for the first time in presumably a while, because the amount of happiness Ranboo had when he got into the kid’s room was very different from the way he was acting before. Neither Tubbo nor Tommy could deny how much the ghost cared for the boy and they could tell how much Michael cared for the ghost, too.

After spending time with Michael, Tommy wanted to show Tubbo around the server a bit. Naturally, Tommy wanted to lead the way to every destination which made them get lost a lot. Ranboo did ask if he could help at all, but of course Tommy declined because he is a “big man who never needs help ever”.

Even though they got lost multiple times because of Tommy’s unclear direction skills, Tubbo still was amazed at the architecture and environment of the server. Like Tommy, he was amazed with how the building in Minecraft got identically converted into real looking builds.

Right as they make it to the watchtower, one of the final few landmarks before the prison and Tommy’s hotel, Tommy could feel how hungry he was getting. He hadn’t eaten anything since being in Snowchester which was still hours ago, so Tommy believed that he did deserve food. Tommy goes to look around the tower for food, but all the few chests are empty with only wood scraps, presumably for building. As Tommy climbed down the ladder inside the tower, Tubbo and Ranboo were still at the bottom talking about shit that Tommy could care less about.

“Hey guys.” Tommy said tiredly, energy drained from walking around all day. Ranboo just looks at them, not in a concerning way but in a friendly way. The ghost has gotten more comfortable while spending time with Tommy and Tubbo. The whole Michael thing probably got them to gain his trust more.

“Hi Tommy.” Tubbo replied. Tubbo has gotten over most of the early awe from the server, but even he isn’t as tired as Tommy is. Tommy is probably more tired because his shitty low blood pressure still exists in the SMP, fuck. He really needs some food.

“I think I’m gonna go rest in my house for a bit. I’m gonna get some food and water too because my blood pressure is fucking low right now.” Tommy said, annoyed with his tiredness. He just wants to lay down for a quick second, but he’s not going to look weak in front of Tubbo.

Not after exile. He can’t be like that ever again. He won’t let anyone do anything like that anymore.

“Okay bossman. We might stop over there later, but if we don’t we’ll be at Snowchester.” Tubbo replied with something like a smile.

On the way to his house, Tommy couldn’t help but feel a presence. It was eerily similar to the last time he felt like someone was watching him, so he tried his best to shrug it off. That wasn’t helping at-fucking-all, but he was too tired to try and think about it. All he wants is some nice food, maybe a bit of bread before he passes out, yeah?

Tommy walks up to his house, almost being able to see the wheat field. Before Tommy can get to the safety of his home, he can feel someone touching him.

“Hello, Tommy.”

That voice, as smooth but as deadly as a dagger washes over him. Tommy can’t even think anymore. He is just frozen in place out of a fear that feels so familiar that he has never felt.

Before Tommy can even try to think, his vision turns black and his body goes limp. He just wanted food…

As TommyInnit wakes up, he can’t help but sink into the mattress he is laying upon. It’s much softer than the usual one he sleeps on. He misses when his bed was like this, soft and warm like how Wilbur used to make it for him. Okay, now something about this is suspicious. Waking up in a bed that doesn’t feel like yours? Not a good sign. Actually it’s a fucking horrible sign that makes Tommy practically jump off of the mattress, landing on a hardwood floor that is definitely different then the dirt floor he’s used to. 

Okay, maybe Tommy stood up a little too quickly because blacks dots are dancing around his vision. Tommy leans against a nearby wall, somehow knowing exactly where it is with a bit of stumbling to regain his balance. As Tommy gains his vision back, he finally gets to take a look at where the fuck he is, because this is not the little dirt house he is used to. It is also not like any place he’s ever seen before, which still means he could have been kidnapped. The walls look an awful lot like the walls in his hotel and there is a lot of random small decorations that look like they could almost be either kid’s toys or literal weapons, like a strange tube of “Axe Body Spray”? Whatever that means. Eh, it’s probably an explosive if Tommy’s guessing. This kidnapper has a fucking stupid sense of style and most likely intelligence, which marks Dream out of this, almost. Better safe than never.

As Tommy is looking around the strange room, he notices a few box-looking things sitting on a desk by a corner of the room. They are solely black but he feels somehow—attached? Connected? He’s not sure, but something like that. On the desk, there’s a rectangular shaped object. It has letters on it, which does make him very skeptical, but something is telling him that it won’t kill him if he just presses one button…

That was probably not the best idea, because now the black box things are all bright which is hurting Tommy’s head a lot. Especially because he woke up so quickly and is still adjusting to the room’s lighting. When it finally seems to have changed, Tommy can’t lie that he is a bit freaked out, but the boxes intrigue him. His impulsiveness has always been his downfall, but he really feels like these square things are not dangerous, and even good.

Right as he thought the things would finally stop moving, a strange gray-ish box appears on his screen. As Discord opens (he can’t even remember learning what that means), he gets sent to — words? No, names. Of his friends. As he scrolls through them with the strange round device, he only keeps recognizing and being confused on certain names he sees. Philza, Quackity, Wilbur?!

“What the fuck…” Tommy murmurs under his breath, because what the actual fuck is going on. When Tommy scrolls down a bit, he finally finds the name of someone who isn’t on wanting-to-murder terms with him. Thank Ender that Ranboo’s name is here because he would not have wanted to see anyone else.

Tommy clicks on the name, in wonder of what will happen when he does, but all that happens is that more random words come up about things like “streaming, Toby,” and “the SMP”. All the words seem familiar but so unrecognizable. Tommy doesn’t know why, but something tells him to click a thing in the corner of the scream that says “Start Voice Call” when he hovers the mouse over it. (He is still confused as fuck about how he knows what any of those objects are called, but he is not complaining)

As Tommy clicks on the button, a very loud sound comes out from somewhere around the monitors, which makes him jump back in surprise, getting goosebumps almost instantaneously. It almost sounds like the prison chimes, except softer and not in a tone that sounds like a green bastard is gonna leap out from the bushes and murder him. It goes on for a bit longer than Tommy would have liked it to, but it finally stops and a strange crown image and something that looks like Tommy’s face except with strange colors appears on the screen.

Before Tommy can even speak, something that sounds like a yawn comes from the screen.

“Could you have let me know before you were gonna call, Tommy?” Ranboo says, sleepily. “It’s like, 2AM and I’m tired—” He said with a groan.

Tommy could only reply with pure shock because HOW THE FUCK IS RANBOO SPEAKING THROUGH THE SCREEN?!

“Wh- Where are you Ranboo?! And what the fuck is going on because I am pretty fucking confused right now.” Tommy said, startled. All of Tommy’s senses are at their max right now since he has no idea how in hell he’s talking with Ranboo.

“What?” Ranboo said sleepily, “I really don’t get what you’re saying at it’s two in the morning so quiet down a bit please?”

Tommy looks around at the monitor and in the corner it says 10:24AM so either Ranboo is fucking lying or something is really weird.

“What do you mean it’s two in the morning? It says it’s ten here?” Tommy replied with pure confusion.

“Wh- Do I really have to explain time zones to you again?” Ranboo said, seeming like he had to explain things like this a lot to him, but somehow Tommy doesn’t remember if he’s supposed to.

“This conversation is getting too fucking confusing so can you just explain to me where the fuck I am please. And also what the fuck is going on?” Tommy exclaimed.

“Are you lost or something?” Ranboo replied.

“Yes.”

“Okay, can you turn on your camera so I know where you are?” Great, now Tommy needs to try to find out where the fucking camera is on this thing. After a few minutes of searching around and clicking random buttons, one of them accidentally leaving the call, making Ranboo worried, he finally found the camera.

When Tommy saw his reflection, he didn’t see himself. Well, he did, but it wasn’t him. It was more like how he looked before the revolutions but older. He didn’t have a single scar along himself (which he’s surprised that he didn’t notice earlier), and his hair was cut a bit shorter then it would normally be.

“What the fuck…” Tommy murmured, eyes probably a bit too close to his reflection, brushing his fingers through his hair. He didn’t notice how much softer it was then it normally is, almost as soft as when he was little, Wilbur would run his hands through his hair and calm him down during a nightmare, and how much golder it is, without any gray hairs from stress. He couldn’t help but awe at how he looked, it was almost too perfect for him to even believe.

“You good, man?” Ranboo said, making Tommy jump again from how abrupt it was.

“WHAT THE FUCK— YOU CAN’T KEEP RANDOMLY TALKING MAN!” Tommy yelled.

“Okay! Okay— sorry. I just— are you okay. I need to know what’s going on.” Ranboo said with genuine concern in his voice.

“Well, I woke up here and I don’t know where I am. Also, I don’t know why your name and everyone else’s is on this screen thing. I’m just really confused right now so if you know anything could you please explain?” Tommy said annoyingly.

“What.” Ranboo said, deadpanned, “Is this a prank or something?”

“Wh- NO?! WHY WOULD I EVEN WANT TO PRANK YOU, YOU ENDERMAN FUCKING BITCH?” Tommy yelled.

“Sure.” Ranboo replied.

“No but seriously,” Tommy said, much calmer than before. “Do you know where I am? Because I literally don’t.”

“Wait, are you actually being serious?” Ranboo questioned worryingly.

“Yeah. Why the fuck would I not be?”

“Because that’s your bedroom?” Ranboo replied.

Alright, this was definitely not his bedroom. In fact, he has never seen this room a day in his life! But as Tommy goes to inspect the room more, he notices that there is a name that’s awfully similar to his own on random objects in the room, like some expensive looking plaques that have names and random numbers engraved onto them. One of which specifically says “TommyInnit” so that is very weird.

“What? No, Ranboo. This can’t be right!” Tommy said hysterically, having to sit on the bed to try not to fall from the amount of shock he is feeling. “This— This isn’t my bedroom. I— my name is on this thing” Tommy said, showing the golden plaque to the camera.

“Yeah? The 10 Million play button?” Ranboo said, too nonchalantly

“10 Million of what?”

“Subscribers? Tommy, are you okay? Did you hit your head or something because you’re acting really weird?” Ranboo said, again with genuine concern that Tommy can’t lie, is making him even more worried.

“I—” Tommy said, trying to find the words to reply, “I should be with Tubbo right now. Not… not here. I don’t even know where I am. I just want to be at my house with Shroud and trying to get back my hotel that that bastard Jack Manifold stole and I should not be here.”

“Tommy? Are you talking about the SMP? Like, the spider Shroud or the streamer?” Ranboo questioned, the tone making him anxious because Ranboo is never usually that direct.

“The spider. Who else is named Shroud of all things?” Tommy exclaimed back to him.

“Holy—” Ranboo said under his breath. “Okay, you’re actually not pranking me at all, right?”

“Yeah?” Tommy does not like the directness that Ranboo is speaking to him. It is almost like how Wilbur would talk to him, and it does not make him feel good at all.

“Okay, just— man, give me a minute,” Ranboo said. “So, you’re from the Dream SMP and are here now but you don’t know how you got here?”

“Yes.” Tommy replied.

“Oh my god, uhhh…” Ranboo trailed off, “I literally don’t know how to comprehend this. Are you actually really not playing a joke on me?”

“YES. I’ve said that so many times now so just believe me! Please!” Tommy exclaimed genuinely but also very annoyed because Ranboo is saying too many dumb questions.

“Okay, okay. I believe you.” Ranboo said.

“Finally, man. You ramble too much.” Tommy said, annoyed. “So… Can you try to help me go home, because I don’t want to be here. Fuck, I don’t even know where here is. So please, Ranboo, can you help me?”

“Sure.” Ranboo said, giving Tommy the ounce of hope he needs to not explode from stress.

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When Tommy wakes up, he thinks that he must have fallen asleep on the floor of his house. But after a few seconds of trying to find a way around the room (which is pitch black by the way), he notices that the walls are much more rigid and hard than his house normally is. Tommy would be freaking out, but the amount of times he’s woken up in strange places has been a lot, so he doesn’t want to stress out too much. Well, that’s until he runs into something, or someone because that felt like a person.

"Dream", Tommy remembers, "Dream found me."

Tommy jumps back in fear, surprising how many times he’s had to do that since he got here. But Tommy knows what character Dream has done to him. He knows how Dream tortured him. And if that bastard dares to touch him again he's going to fucking-

"Oh, hello Tommy!", Dream said, igniting a flame with a match that he was holding, probably waiting for this exact moment. "I see you're finally awake! I've been waiting for you!"  Dream said, his voice welcoming him with fake friendliness. 

He did this in the prison, too. Acting all goodie-goodie just to kill him with a fucking potato. 

"I was expecting you to wake up a little earlier, but you must have really had a day since you got so much sleep." Dream said calmly but probably smiling like a fucking maniac under his horrific mask. The mask was etched in with a smile that looks messy and hand-made, like it was made in a rush. It makes Tommy wonder about how many masks Dream has. It's probably a fucking lot if they look that shitty. It's still terrifying, nonetheless. His clothes look horrible too, like a college student who hasn't done his laundry in months. Tommy can't imagine how disgusting Dream must smell, especially after being stuck in prison for so long. Dream's hair looks like it was cut off in a rush, still looking awful. It almost makes Tommy feel bad, but the memory of torture is overwhelming him, making him feel no remorse.  

"I was expecting you to look better." Tommy exclaims with a snicker. It could've been a funny remark except for Dream walking over to him and slapping him on the face, making Tommy fall to the ground from where he was standing against the wall before.

"Don't you fucking say that I look bad ever again. Dream says, voice filled with malice. Okay, maybe Dream is a little scary. And maybe even horrifying because holy fuck you don't want to see Dream standing over you like this.

Tommy could feel a drop of blood fall from his cheek. When he fell, he scraped his head against a stone wall, almost like a cave wall except the room was carved out in an almost perfect rectangle, enclosed from any way to escape. 

"Sorry, man!" Tommy responded, "That hurt, a lot! You didn't need to hit me that hard."

"Do you want this to be like last time Tommy? Are you sure you want to talk back again and make this worse on yourself?" Dream questioned, hatred spitting from his mouth. Of course Tommy doesn't want to talk back, but he also doesn't want to get fucking tortured and killed! 

Before Tommy can respond, Dream grabs him by his shirt collar and forcefully brings him to his feet. 

"You made my life a living hell, Tommy! I spent so long in that prison, so you know what I'm going to do?!" Dream says, a maniac laughter escaping from him. Tommy's eyes widen in fear, how could he not be scared when Dream's insane character is threatening to kill you for things that you didn't do? "I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you, and then revive you, and then kill you again until you're just an empty shell. I know how much you looooved exile, and I'm going to make your life like that, but 10,000 times worse. It's going to be great! You will be mine!" Dream says with a laugh.

Okay, this man is actually insane. Of course, Tommy already knew that, but actually being up and personal with the man who tortured you in a video game? It's a bit much, he can't lie. Tommy just wants to prevent his death though, because although his character can go into limbo and be revived, he doesn't know if he can. He is literally from a different world, so he really doesn't want to test the whole death and dying thing. 

"Heyyy, Dream... I think you have this whole thing wrong." Tommy said, a nervous laugh escaping him. "I," Tommy said, arms raised in surrender, "Am not your Tommy, so I would really appreciate it if you didn't kill me?" 

Tommy really hopes that Dream will hear him out. Well, it doesn't seem like it's working since all that does is make Dream even more mad.

"Are you messing with me?" He angrily exclaims, "First, you act all sassy with me and now you're pretending that you're a different person? I don't even get why anyone likes you! You're just a little bitch who gets mad when he doesn't get anything he wants."

"Sheesh! That was a little harsh, huh." Tommy thought.

"Can you hear me out for one second, man!" Tommy yells. He's really gotta stop acting like this or he will get killed. "Listen, please. I'm literally not from this world so if you could put me down for one sec- oof!" Tommy exclaims when he gets dropped to the floor. He was actually not expecting Dream to let go of him. I guess the whole 'other world' thing actually works.

"What do you mean you're from another world?" Dream questions, maybe more like interrogates but whatever, both work. 

"I'm being literal. I'm literally from another world, or something like that. It's confusing." Tommy says, rubbing the blood off of his cheek. He stares Dream in the eyes(?) to show that he's being serious. He's not sure if it works but it's worth a chance. 

"How do I know you aren't just being a bitch and lying about this, because you know that I'll kill you if you're joking with me." Dream scoffs.

Actually proving that he is from another world is going to be really difficult, because how can you prove something that doesn't exist in another world? And won't certain things give Dream too much power that would most likely be used for bad things? All this explaining is making Tommy really fucking annoyed.

"I'm not exactly sure if I can show you anything, but I guess I could try to explain things?" Tommy questions, hoping that Dream is actually interested and keeps him alive. 

"Fine, I guess. But you know what will happen if you lie to me." Dream replied.

Now, Tommy's got to be as calm and collected as possible. Even the littlest bit of suspicion could get him killed. He's also got to make sure not to say anything that could give Dream more power over him, which is kind of difficult, but he will give it his best chance he has.

"Yeah, yeah. So, what I think happened is that I wrote in a script on this writing machine and when it inputed it sent me here. The machine's called a computer because it computed data that you give it, so when it computed the data I gave it it's code must have been sent to something that made it so when I went to sleep I woke up here. I know, it sounds like complete bullshit and I even thought so too when I first did it, but it's not. And now I'm here, I guess." Tommy rambled. He really hopes that Dream believes him because what he said wasn't lying.

Dream just stared at him. If Tommy didn't know better, he would think that Dream either zoned out or even fell asleep, but knowing Dream he knows that he wouldn't get unfocused that easily.

"So," Dream said after a long minute, "Are you Tommy." Dream asked that strangely casually, which Tommy can't lie is almost more scary than if he was angry. This man is so fucking unpredictable holy shit.

"Well, yes? But technically not yours if you get what I'm saying." Tommy replies. "Shouldn't you know this since you're the admin or something?" 

"What?!" Dream exclaims, seemingly pissed off by what Tommy asked, "Of course I'm not the admin. Do you think I'm that powerful? I might have access to some powerful things but I'm not a god." 

"Well, I don't know how things work here! Don't blame me if I don't get certain things." Tommy said back. He really would have thought that Dream would have at least some power on the server. It's kinda shocking that Dream seems just like a normal dude that went power insane. But still, the attitude switch ups are really nerve-racking. 

"Once I finally try to get what I want things always have to go wrong.", Dream groans, "Fucking universe hoppers. I didn't even know there were other universes but here we are."

Right as Tommy finally thinks that Dream is seeming to calm down, he immediately bolts up again and rushes towards Tommy, making him jump back again in surprise. 

"Uh, Dream?" Tommy asks, his voice shaking from nervousness because Dream is fucking close to him please stop it- "You- uh, you good big man?"

Dream stands in front of him, both arms on the stone walls behind Tommy, trapping him in. Too claustrophobic. 

"Tell me. Tell me everything about your universe. If another Tommy exists, I must have to, right?! Do you know how powerful I could be with another me? Do you know what I could achieve if I had people like me? I would be a god! I WOULD BE WORSHIPED!" Dream says manically, a tone so venomous and insane it laces Tommy in a cold sweat.

"I don't-" Tommy tries to get words out but can't, fear overcoming his senses too much. 

"Tell. Me. Everything." 

To Tommy's left, he can hear the faint sound of something possibly metal clinking against the wall. Before he can react, a pickaxe bursts through the stone to reveal a tunnel of light. As he looks over, a person thrusts themselves at Dream, knocking him against the stone floor. 

"You son of a bitch."

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Tommy finds himself in a call with Ranboo and Tubbo. He doesn’t know how Tubbo got here, but Ranboo did some “inviting” shit and he’s here now. Tommy thought that knowing that a different version of Ranboo was weird, but it’s even weirder that there’s another Tubbo, too. Tommy hardly got to have a normal conversation with his Tubbo, so he’s not ready to talk to a different one. Especially about dimension-fucking-travel.

But he has no choice, does he? Tommy hoped that he wouldn’t get nervous to talk to Tubbo, but even if he knows that this isn’t really him, he still worries about whether he'll bring up a topic that could trigger him. He and Tubbo used to be really close, until exile. After that, they started to separate from each other like boats getting swept away in a tide. You feel close to the other boat, until you find out how fast the currents are pulling you apart. 

You’ll be fine, Tommy thinks to himself, It’s just Tubbo. No biggie. 

“So…” Tubbo says calmly, “Why’d you guys call me?”

“Uh…” Ranboo trails, seeming like he’s waiting for something, “Do you want to say it or–”

“Say what?” Tubbo says, confused but almost interrogational. 

“I– Can you say it?” Tommy replies. He doesn’t really want to speak yet, just to make sure he knows what this Tubbo’s like.The safer the better, y’know?

“Okay, this might be really hard to believe but you need to hang with me here, okay?” Ranboo says, worried but trying to stay calm. 

“Sure? You’re starting to worry me a little. Is something wrong?” Tubbo asks concerningly. 

“Well,” Ranboo rambles, “I-I guess. But don’t freak out! I mean. You could, probably. It’s reasonable to. But don’t stress about it! Heh…” 

“Ranboo?” Tubbo questions worryingly, “What happened?” 

The tone Tubbo said hit something in Tommy’s heart, like after exile when he got to see Tubbo for the first time, in the blown up community house. Except well, that was a bit of a different situation than the one going on right now.

“God, how do I explain this. Uh– Tommy, well, the one that is on the call right now, is from the Dream SMP? It’s– I know it sounds weird because, well, it is. But he’s like–, ok, uhm how do I say this. So, character Tommy is here and our Tommy isn’t. I– we don’t know why or how.” Ranboo explains.

 Tommy can’t lie, the word character freaks him out a bit. He doesn’t really know what it means but Ranboo said that he’s a character? Well, whatever, that doesn’t matter right now. Primes, he hopes that Tubbo isn’t too freaked out over this. His Tubbo gets aggravated very easily so he knows that something like this could either freak him out, or interest him a lot.

“Shit.” Tubbo says, almost like he’s heard something like this before.

“Wha–,” Ranboo starts, “Aren’t you, like, freaked out at all?”

“Well, yeah. God I have some explaining to do, don’t I. Okay, listen to me before I start talking. I didn’t know anything like this would happen, okay? We were just testing something.” Tubbo says. 

“What do you mean ‘testing’?” Tommy asks, “Are you saying you fucked up an experiment?” 

“No, it wasn’t an experiment, per se. How do I explain this so you understand…” Tubbo rambles, “So, what happened was that I was telling Tom about this website I found. It said to put in a script about something that we wished to happen, so we put in something about the Dream SMP. I obviously thought it was just a dumb site, but then after we went to bed we, we literally woke up in the SMP. It didn’t feel like a dream at all.” 

Absolutely none of that made sense to Tommy at all. Tubbo fucking sucks at explaining shit. 

“I didn’t understand fucking any of that.” Tommy blurts out. 

“Holy crap.” Ranboo says under his breath. “So, is Tommy in the SMP right now? But, how’s that even possible? I mean, it explains some things but that shouldn’t be possible!”

“I know. Oh, I just thought of something! What if I just delete the script. Wouldn’t it get rid of us going into the server? I was able to edit it before so I should be able to delete it.” Tubbo says, relief in his voice.

Tommy doesn’t know what Tubbo is saying at all, but he just hopes Tubbo is right about the way to help him get back home. As interesting as this place seems, it doesn’t feel right to Tommy. There’s too many things that he doesn’t understand, even if it seems awfully familiar. 

“Shit!” Tubbo yells, making Tommy jump. Primes, the random yelling! He swears that he’s going to punch the screen the next time someone does that. “The fucking website is down! It was literally fine yesterday and now it says that the fucking site can’t be reached. Fuck!” 

“Is it completely gone?” Ranboo asked worryingly. “Is it your internet or–”

“No,” Tubbo says, cutting Ranboo off, “It’s gone.” 

“So,” Tommy says, voice shaky with uncertainty, “Does that mean that I can’t go home?”

Tommy really hopes that he just misunderstood. That Ranboo and Tubbo will help him find a way back so he doesn’t have to be stuck here. Primes, if he’s stuck here, how is he going to get used to everything? Especially if he’s in his own room, does that mean that there’s a whole world that he will need to navigate, practically alone? This feels too overwhelming for him, making him lightheaded. 

“To be completely honest, I’m not sure. I’m sorry.” Tubbo replies in a sorrowful tone.

“What if–,” Tommy starts, voice trembling with anxiety, “What if I never get back home? I- I can't be stuck here! I have my– my friends. They need me.”

Tommy’s trembling soon turns to full on shaking, sending a mix of heat and cold to swirl around him like a blustering gale. Early morning tears became streams finding their way down Tommy’s face in a delicate flow, making their presence almost unnoticed. 

“Tommy?” Ranboo asks concerningly, “Are you okay?” 

No shit he’s not okay! He’s stuck in a strange place with people he doesn’t know and technology that makes absolutely no fucking sense to him. How could he even seem okay! Tubbo– he has to be lying, right? Didn’t he start all of this in the first place? So, it’s his fault! Because of this fucking Tubbo, he’s stuck here, with none of his friends or items or anything!

“Sure,” Tommy responds, anger infecting over his tone like how a parasite infects its host. “Actually, I’m amazing! I’m totally not stuck in a fucking room with things that confuse me. And I’m totally not stuck in a universe that has alternate versions of my best friends! I’m doing great if you ask me.” Tommy says sarcastically.

“Hey, relax.” Tubbo says in a calm but uncertain manner, “There’s still a possibility that you can go back when you go to sleep. It’s how I got into the server, anyways. But also, if all things go to hell, a plan B is that me and my Tommy can try to find a way to fix this in the server which I could reply back to you. Don’t lose hope yet. I know that you’re strong. You defeated Dream and survived so many things no one would be able to. You’re an amazing person.” Tubbo says, washing a calm warmth over Tommy.

“You really mean that, bossman?” Tommy asks, his grainy voice filled with mucus.

“Of course I do.” Tubbo replies honestly, “Now, what do you want to learn about this world? I’m sure you have many questions.” 

Tubbo taking the conversation away helps Tommy calm down. They talk about things in the other Tommy's room, like the ‘Youtooz’ figures (strange that they just make figures of people. Doesn’t that seem strange, to just have a figure of a real person in your room?) and other things Tommy was confused about. Truthfully, Tommy is actually having a great time connecting with Ranboo and Tubbo, and is even starting to understand things about this world that both relax and concern him. Maybe this place isn’t too bad after all.

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Before Tommy can react, the stone wall cracks open and a figure slams down onto Dream’s brawny figure. The impact makes Tommy flinch, shutting his eyes while listening to the figure punches and strikes Dream. Probably. As Tommy starts to open his eyes, he sees how back and forth the fight is. The man seemed to have the upper hand but Dream turning over from the stone floor he was knocked upon by the initial impact. After a good minute, the fight seemed to slow down a bit. Both Dream and the other man, who Tommy noticed was oddly familiar, were stood up. The man still had the upper hand because of the initial blow which must have ruffed Dream up a lot. 

Wilbur, Tommy thinks as he sees the man turn around after getting a firm hold on Dream. He looks old, both physically but also old from tiredness and presumably stress. If this is Wilbur from the SMP then Tommy is in really bad luck.

“Listen to me,” Dream said in a huffed tone, anger in his voice “Do you know who the fuck is standing over there? Not TommyInnit! I can tell you that!” Dream questions, pointing to Tommy. 

‘Stop playing tricks with me you bitch.” Wilbur replies, venom laced in his voice. “You know, when I first got revived, I thought you were my hero! I thought you were a god, but it just seems like you’re a little fucker who can’t keep his hands off a kid who’s trying his best. You are nothing. ” Wilbur says with malice and hatred. 

Well, now Tommy knows that this is definitely SMP Wilbur because his Wilbur would never have the guts to literally punch Dream. Or say anything like. All that Tommy can feel is shock, not only for Wilbur just showing up (even though that was fucking terrifying), but also for the tone Wilbur spoke in. It was pure hatred, unlike anything he’s heard before. 

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Dream replies to Wilbur after a few seconds of hesitation. Not knowing what Dream is expressing is fucking terrifying. He could be scared shitless or so happy with himself, and no one would know. 

“Just let me go and you won’t need to worry about me anymore.” Dream says constantly. 

Wilbur glares at him again. “If you even try to touch Tommy again I will not hesitate in killing you.” Wilbur replies, releasing the grip on Dream’s hoodie. 

As Dream leaves, he glances at Tommy, sending a shiver down his spine. Tommy swears that he was standing up before, but now he’s sitting on the cold stone floor, cracks of sharp rock poking into his skin.

Wilbur rushed over to him, crouching down in front of him with a worried look. He inspects Tommy’s face, looking for any place that Dream could have hurt him. Tommy is in too much shock to notice that he has a gash of blood trickling down from his right cheek, probably from when he got slammed into the wall. 

“Oh, Tommy.” Wilbur says in a worried tone, Tommy’s eyes connecting with his, but losing the contact soon after. Tommy doesn’t want to get Wilbur involved in his business after all that’s happened between them. 

Wait, Tommy thinks, nothing has happened between us at all. Why do I feel like this? 

“W-Wilbur.” Tommy replies in a shaky voice. He doesn’t know if he should tell him about the whole thing, and he only told Dream because it was life-or-death. He doesn’t want to know how Wilbur would react. He knows how his character is, a good guy who’s thoughts and desperations got the best of him and lead him to his death. Better to not try and test anything. 

“Hey, let’s get you out of here. This place is giving me bad vibes.” Wilbur says, lifting Tommy up from his spot on the floor. Tommy follows Wilbur through the tunnel he made. After a few minutes of walking, they finally reach fresh air. The tunnel went outside to a side of a mountain and after walking to the side of it, Tommy finds out how close the stone room was to the main SMP and even closer to L’Manburg. It’s hardly a surprise someone found them, but no one wants to be around L’Manburg anymore, so it probably wasn’t the most stupid idea for where to hide a hostage.

Tommy follows Wilbur the rest of the way, not really knowing where they’re headed to. Tommy is exhausted from the day, so he wants to head anywhere where he can relax and not worry about being murdered. They keep walking, making Tommy’s legs so tired that he wants to fall but Wilbur’s making him keep going. Saying that he can “rest when they get there”. Fucking prick.

They finally reach a familiar sandy city, lights hollowing bright in the evening light. If Tommy wasn’t so tired, he might actually want to look around the star-bright city. He’s just lucky that they’re almost there. He only has less than a mile-

“Wilbur!” A familiar excited voice blurts. Tommy does not want any social interaction right now. Especially with the two most rivaled peoples on the server. 

“Big Q!” Wilbur replies excitedly.

“How are you, Wilbur!” Quackity says. Tommy can’t tell if he’s genuinely interested in talking to Wilbur or if he’s being sarcastic.

“I’m doing good Big Q. Me and Tommy here were just heading back to Paradise. How has your burger joint gone? I’m sure you’re getting many customers.” Wilbur says back, fake friendliness in his voice, almost unnoticeable. 

“We’re doing great, actually! Foolish came down recently, just left actually! We’ve been very busy. You should come sometime! Food on the house.” Quackity exclaims with a ‘welcoming’ invitation.

“Well think about it, thank you.” Wilbur replies in his overly friendly manner. “But I think both Tommy and I want to get home.”

“Oh,” Quackity says, neither happy nor upset, “Well, good luck with your van.” 

“You too.” Wilbur responds, “Now then, shall we get off?”

Tommy nods to him in agreement. Even though that was a short conversation, Tommy felt like he would pass out any minute. As Wilbur turns around and tells Tommy they should start walking back, he falls down into the cold sand, blacking out before he can even reach the floor. 

When Tommy wakes up, he’s greeted by a white roof and a blanket resting on his body. The roof is like his bedroom, holy shit, he’s home! Finally! It feels like it’s been so long since he was home. He can finally talk to Tubbo about Dreamworks and make sure not to come back. 

Tommy rapidly sits up, making his head dizzy. He hasn’t drank water in a bit, probably over a day now. Before he is able to slump back over, someone grabs his back, stabilizing him. 

“Woah, hold on, Tommy. Don’t rush anything.” Wilbur says in a concerned voice. 

Fucking shit, Tommy thinks.

He would try to say something to Wilbur, but a glass of water is thrown into his hands before he can react.

“Drink up.” Wilbur declares. Tommy can feel how dry his throat is. He really hasn’t eaten or drank at all since he got here, hasn’t he? He was going to when he went to his house… until–

Wilbur shoves the glass to his mouth, making Tommy jump out of his train of thought. He takes quick gulps of water while Wilbur watches over him like a strict parent. Twat. 

“You know,” Tommy breathes out when he’s done with the glass, “you don’t need to act like I’m a baby. I can do this myself.” 

“I gave you the choice to, but you were staring at the cup like you didn’t know what to do with it.” Wilbur replies back to him.

“Fuck you”. He says as Wilbur smiles at him. 

Tommy is finally able to take a look around the room. All the walls are white, but the floor’s made from some type of dark wood, glossed over in a shiny coat. There are minimal decorations, but it seems classical with a hint of moderness. There are a few windows, and when he looks outside he can see the Las Nevadas landscape. He takes in the tall buildings that look replicated from landscapes on Earth, like the Needle and the Eiffel Tower. The sun reflects off the windows of the buildings, making his eyes hurt from looking out into the glass. He must have been out for hours since he got to the city in the evening, since now it looks to be around mid-day. 

“Tommy,” Wilbur says, tone a lot quieter than when he handed him the water, “I think we need to talk about what went on yesterday.” 

“Yeah,” Tommy replies in a hushed voice, “How did you find me, anyways?”

Wilbur pulls out a chain from his trench coat pocket. That needs to be one of the largest pocket’s Tommy’s ever seen. Wilbur’s a strange man, he can’t lie. Connected to the chain is a circular metal object, about the size of his hand. It was the compass Ghostbur gave to Tubbo, “Your Tommy” .

“I kind of found this in Tubburger. I wasn’t snooping or anything! I was just doing a– a check up on the restaurant! But I found this and was like “Oh! Tommy hasn’t been around for a bit” so I used the compass to find you. I was just worried is all. And thank fuck that I was or you could be uhm– dead right now.” Wilbur trails with a hit of sorrow.

“I– thanks for finding me.” Tommy says with gratitude, still a bit embarrassed that Wilbur went to both look for him and force feed him water.

Wilbur smiles again, “Anything for you, Tommy.” 

Tommy can’t help but feel a dread of imposter syndrome. Wilbur doesn’t know that he isn’t from the SMP. His character should be here, not him. Tommy shouldn’t be the one to get the thanks and be correlating with these people. He’s not the one who went through the battles (even if it might feel like he did) or growed relationships with these people, friendly or not.

“Where’s Big Q?” Tommy says, trying to get his thoughts out of his head.

“Oh, he wanted to help you after you passed out. I didn’t want him to, but you know how he is. He offered to give you a room, and you can’t deny a good offer. Then I told him to piss off, and he did.” Wilbur says confidently, making Tommy laugh. 

Maybe Wilbur isn’t as bad as his Wilbur makes his character out to be. He seems a lot nicer than he thought he’d be, but he can still be scary sometimes. He’s starting to feel a lot more comfortable in the server than he was before. Maybe it’s not so bad here. Maybe.

Tommy notices Wilbur’s smile fading from his face, making a pit start to form in Tommy’s stomach. 

“We need to talk about what Dream said, Tommy.” Wilbur says, voice going monotone. 

“Wh– what? Why is– what do you mean, Wilbur?” Tommy asks, sweat starting to drip down his face. Shit, he can’t let Wilbur know. It’s already bad that Dream knows. Wilbur, he– it could ruin him. 

“I heard what Dream said. And your appearance isn’t helping either. You think I wouldn’t notice how many of your scars disappeared? They don’t heal in a day, even with regen potions.” Wilbur states in a calm and collected tone. 

How can Wilbur feel so calm, while Tommy is stressing out from anxiety. He is on the verge of just running for it, leaving and never looking back, but something is telling him to say. He doesn’t know if it’s reason or a gut feeling, but he doesn’t feel like he should go. They sit in silence for a minute, it’s relaxing but also very anxiety inducing.

“So,” Wilbur says, “Can you explain?” 

“I don’t really have a choice now, do I?” Tommy replies nervously. 

Wilbur looks at him in a friendly manner. Tommy really doesn’t know why Wilbur would be so nice to him, even if he knows that he is a fake. Why is this Wilbur so much more forgiving than he thought he’d be? Okay, he can do this. It’s not life-or-death anymore, so he can explain it without needing to worry. Easy-peasy.

“I’m– I’m from a different universe.”

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After a long, tiring, and confusing talk with Tubbo and Ranboo, Tommy finally got to understand the world he’s in a little bit clearer. First of all, he’s on a fucking ginormous planet in a “solar system” of other even more ginormous planets. (Well, most of them. Tubbo also told him that there are smaller planets and rocks that could “crash into Earth and kill us all”, but better not to think about that)

Tommy also learned that there are over 7.5 billion people on Earth, which is a lot more than in his home. He only has ever lived with around 20 people, maybe more depending on where he is, but 7.5 billion? How many people even chose to have kids! They’re such pains in the asses. Making messes, being little shits (as Phil loves to say), and just being chaotic in general. These people must be idiots for choosing to have that many babies, he can hardly survive with Tubbo, who’s a grown adult!

But on a different note, Ranboo and Tubbo got to teach Tommy a lot about technology. He grasped onto the concepts very quickly, even though he’s never heard of anything like it before. It must’ve just been some strange intuition that he has to pick up on things. But what really intrigued him was how you can play games on the technology. All the games he’d ever played have always been either chess or some game where Tommy and Tubbo had to try and chase eachother and run until they got tired and had to go in to rest. But this changes everything. Being able to sit and entertain yourself is a luxury Tommy’s never been able to experience, so when he found out how to get a Nintendo Switch to work, you can believe how addicting it was.

As he logged into a game, “Animal Crossing” (one that Tubbo told him that he would probably like, which Ranboo agreed on) , the bright colors shined against his face in the dim lighting. He had been talking to Tubbo and Ranboo all day, and even if the lights hurt his eyes, he got a chance to relax and think to himself. A lot of what he was told stressed him out, like how he was supposedly an internet celebrity with millions of followers, which really game him a good shock. It also explained why he had a figurine of himself with his prized discs, Mellohi and Cat. 

Watching the animal-like characters move around the screen and talk to him did freak him out at the start, but then he settled into a nice relaxation of being able to walk around and do small tasks without any pressure from anyone. Sometimes the game was a bit stressful when he wasn’t able to find what he was looking for. The stress never stayed, though, and it was a nice distraction from life and thinking. Each animal had different names and their own personalities, and one that interested him the most was Tom Nook. When he found out about the character, he felt a small ache in his heart, knowing that he never got to see the finished product of how Sam Nook renovated Tubbo’s old house. The fact that the names were similar also confused him, so he’s got to ask Tubbo about it next time they call. 

As the night get’s darker, Tommy played some other games that he found, like one about someone named Zelda and another about some guy named Mario and a kart, at least he thinks. As he throws a strange red shell in the Mario game, his phone starts to buzz. Tommy’s gotten used to the jingle that goes along with the buzz, knowing that it’s the Discord call song. Tommy goes to grab the phone, hoping that Tubbo or Ranboo are calling him about something. 

Tommy turns the phone up from how it was laying screen-down on his bed, but the name isn’t one that he’s talked to yet. A photo of someone familiar is on his screen, holding a strange blue and white object that he almost recognizes. His eyes grow wide as he reads the name of the person who’s calling him, bold white text glowing in his face. For a good few seconds, Tommy stares at the phone, trying to grasp onto what’s happening. He really hopes that it’s just Ranboo or Tubbo pranking him, but he knows it’s not. With only a few seconds of hesitation, Tommy presses the bright green circle and accepts the call.

“Hey, Tommy! You haven’t responded to any of my messages, so I just want to check that you’re okay.” Wilbur says in a calm yet somewhat worried voice.

Tommy stares at the phone, not noticing that his hands are shaking. He tries to grasp onto the thought that this isn’t his Wilbur, which is a lot harder than he’d think. Fuck, why did he accept the call and not just let it ring out? He doesn’t feel confident enough to tell Wilbur anything, and he really doesn’t want to worry him, especially since he doesn’t know what this Wilbur is like. Something in Tommy is telling him that Wilbur’s his best friend, someone he can trust, but another part is telling him not to trust Wilbur since he is a stranger, not a person that he actually knows.

“Tommy?” Wilbur asks worryingly, “Are you here?”

“Huh.” Tommy says, zoning back into reality. Oh yeah, Wilbur’s still here, “Yeah, yeah, I’m here.” 

“Okay. I was just wondering what mod I need to download for the recording. I know it’s like the, uh, gravity one but there’s a lot of them. So I was just wondering if you could send it to me sometime.” Wilbur asks. 

Tommy can’t lie, he didn’t comprehend anything Wilbur was saying. He knew that this was probably something for his videos that the other Tommy makes, but it’s still very confusing. 

“What?” Tommy asks on a whim, nervous that he will sound suspicious. He doesn’t want it to be obvious that he isn’t the same person that Wilbur wants to call. 

“For the mod video? Or is it a different mod and I’m being stupid?” Wilbur asks. “Oh, and this is a bit off topic but we’re thinking of releasing a new song soon and I was wondering if you’d want to hear it and say what you think.” Wilbur says. 

“Oh, uhm,” Tommy murmurs, thinking of how to say something and not make it seem suspicious, “Ask Tubbo about the— the mod… thing.”

“Oh, okay.” Wilbur replies, almost in a disappointed tone. “And do you want to hear the song so far? It’s not completely finished but it’s almost there.” He asks, almost beggingly but not quite. 

“Yeah. Sure, go ahead.” Tommy says, hoping it’s what Wilbur wants to hear.

“Awesome. Again, this isn’t the complete complete thing, but it’s close.” 

As Tommy listens to the song, he thinks. This Wilbur seems a lot less pushy from what Tommy can tell so far. Even though Tommy loves his Wilbur, he can be a bit… aggressive when it comes to asking for something. But this Wilbur seems a lot more relaxed, even from only talking to him for a few minutes. 

He listens to the song and Wilbur’s vocals over the music. It all fits together perfectly, like a completed puzzle without one missing piece. There’s instruments and chords he’s never heard but again, sound familiar like many things he’s run into since he’s got here. Tommy sinks back into the pillow under his back, taking in the notes and even starting to hum along after the chorus and verses repeat their melodies. The song is both sad yet uplifting, something that he could sing to when anything is happening. As the song starts to fade down, Tommy can’t help but have a smile rise on his face. The familiar vocals rested his worst nerves about this Wilbur. 

“Woah!” Tommy exclaims after the final notes fade back, “That was fucking amazing! I didn’t even know that music could sound that– that good!” 

“You really think so?” Wilbur asks with a happy sounding tone. “There’s still a few things I think we could improve on, but I’m glad to see that you like it, Toms.” 

“You know, Lovejoy’s a fucking talented band. Everyone’s gonna love this song, Will.” Tommy blurts out with genuine happiness, until he comprehends what he said.

Lovejoy? He thinks. He knows that he’s never heard of that name, or even of a band for that matter. A strike of confusion hits him as he wonders about how he even knows things like this. He knows that Lovejoy is the band that Wilbur sings in, but he also knows that he’s never heard of Lovejoy before. Even on call with Tubbo and Ranboo, they never mentioned Wilbur having a band. They mentioned how he’s the other Tommy’s friend, but nothing about music. He chooses to brush it off again, trying to forget it in the conversation.

“Thank you, Tommy. I’m excited for you to come over this weekend, too. I can show you some things that we’re working on if you’re interested?” Wilbur says.

Tommy’s supposed to see Wilbur– this weekend?! Oh Primes, he can’t! He only just met the man, technically, and he doesn’t know if he’s ready to meet anyone other than maybe Tubbo in person. 

Tommy checks his lock screen, noticing that the date is Thursday. Fuck. So he only has about a day before he’d have to meet Wilbur. This– this is fine. Yeah! Totally not something to absolutely fucking stress about. Not at all. 

“Yeaahh, yeah! This weekend. Haha… how could I forget! Yeah! It’ll be– be so much fun!” Tommy says, trying to make it seem like he’s not freaking out. 

“If you’re not feeling up for it, you can just tell me.” Wilbur says in a serious but somewhat calm voice.

“No! I– I’m fine with it!” Tommy hastily responds, soon regretting it because he just missed his leave out.

“Okay then.” Wilbur responds, going back to his more “normal” voice. “See you this weekend. Bye, Tommy.” 

“Bye, Wil.” Tommy says a bit before Wilbur leaves the call. 

Tommy could’ve just said no, but something inside him wanted to see Wilbur. He seems like a genuinely nice guy from what Tommy could tell, but even his Wilbur seems like a genuinely nice guy most of the time, except for the few times (okay, maybe not few), that he’s gotten a bit angry. Tommy’s got to ask Tubbo about a lot of things by tomorrow evening. That’s gonna fucking suck. 

But now it’s getting late and he wants to go to bed, and hopefully wake up back home, with all of his friends. He tries not to think too much as he gets ready to get into bed since he knows thinking too much will only make him stay up or give him nightmares that he would prefer not to go through. So he gets into bed and falls asleep.

Tommy wakes up in the same bed he fell asleep in. He can’t say that he’s angry or sad about it, but he does feel annoyed that he’s not home. I mean, this place doesn’t totally suck. He gets cool technology things and the people seem pretty nice, so there’s not too much to argue about. Well, except for everyone being total strangers and a completely new and scary environment to deal with. 

Since Tommy didn’t do anything except introductions to everything yesterday, he’s gotten a pretty good idea of the things in his room, not to exclude the help of intuition and muscle memory. And with that intuition, he has a very strong urge to check his phone, even though he’s only been awake for a few minutes. As he goes to grab his phone from the bedside table, the rubs the tiredness from his eye and sits upright with his pillow keeping his back comfortable against his wall. Thank god that the phone has face ID since he only has a slight idea of what the passcode could be. 

He opens the phone and immediately opens Twitter, scrolling through to try and find something recognizable. He finds names that he doesn’t know talking about him and how they miss him. Knowing that people he doesn’t know are actually talking about him to other people he doesn’t know stresses him out, so he closes the app to get away. He might try to get on some other time, but he really doesn’t feel like it. Maybe it’s best to stay off of social media. 

So instead he goes onto Discord. Not to socialize with random people, but to check if Tubbo, Ranboo, or Wilbur had messaged him. One of them might have since it is later in the morning, so it’s not like they would all be asleep. Well, Ranboo probably would. He explained a simple concept of time zones that Tommy got confused about and was a fucking annoying thing to learn. But the main shitty concept wasn’t too difficult to understand. It’s still weird though, especially after he’s only lived with a small group of people in singular areas before. But someone else has to be up by now.

Tommy looks in his DM’s and notices that a bunch of random people he doesn’t know messaged him, but he ignores them all. As he scrolls down, he notices Tubbo's name and photo with the number 4 in a red circle on the bottom right. Tommy hastily clicks on the image, opening the messages that Tubbo sent him. 

Tubbo: Tommy

Tubbo: Call me when you get this

Tubbo: i have to talk to u

Tubbo: are u up yet???

The messages weren’t sent too long ago, which relieved Tommy since he didn’t want Tubbo to wait for him for too long. Getting rid of the last ounces of tiredness, he types in his response.

Tommy: yeah just woke up

Tommy: should i call you now?

A minute after Tommy sends his messages, he sees Tubbo’s name pop up at the bottom of the screen, showing that he’s typing. It only takes a second for his message to come through.

Tubbo: yeah

Tommy goes to call Tubbo, wondering what he possibly has to say. The thing about Tubbo, this one and his, is that they’re both unpredictable. At one moment, he’ll be talking about how strange the rotation of the stars are, and the next he’ll be fawning over a bee he found on a flower, so getting an abrupt message saying that he has to talk is a little concerning. Tommy calls anyway.

“Hey Tubbo, what’s up?” Tommy says, yawning while he sees that the sky is starting to get brighter.

“Which Tommy is this?” Tubbo asked with a concerned voice, making Tommy get worried. 

“The same one as yesterday, big man.” Tommy responds, “Are you okay? You sound worried about something.” 

Even if this isn’t his Tubbo, he still has a right to feel worried for him. His Tubbo doesn’t normally show if he’s nervous or sad about anything and always keeps a straight face, and if this Tubbo is anything like his then expressing even the smallest amount of nervousness means something important. 

“I-I’m okay, yeah. But, uhm, did you go back to the SMP at all when you went to bed?” Tubbo asks.

“Nope. Why are you asking?” Tommy responds, confused but trying to stay nonchalant even though Tubbo’s tone is worrying him.

“I went back into the SMP last night,” Tubbo says, “I tried to look for Tommy, I mean, the other Tommy while I was there, but I couldn’t find him.” 

That’s… not good. So, the website shit works still even though it was removed, but if the other Tommy and him didn’t switch back– does that mean that he’s actually stuck in the server, and this Tommy’s stuck here? This is an obviously bad, terrible, and shitty outcome. Fuck, he might not be able to get home.

“So,” Tommy says after a moment of awkward silence, “I’m suck. Fucking amazing.”

“Well– I’m sure that there’s still a way for you to get back! But I’m really worried about my Tommy. If– if he’s stuck there, Dream could…” Tubbo murmurs off, unable to finish the sentence. 

Just the name makes Tommy freeze in place, almost forgotten memories flooding his head making him feel queasy. He tries to rub the feeling off, but knowing that a separate version of himself might need to deal with that green bastard– that’s something that he wouldn’t wish on anyone. They stay silent for a good few minutes, trying to think of things to say but cutting themselves off.

“I’m just worried. Tommy– both you and him are stubborn.” Tubbo says with a fond tone in his voice. “I’m sure that I’ll find him when I’m there next, and I told Ghostboo to look for him too. He’s probably fine and I’m over-worrying.” 

“1 don’t think it’s wrong to get worried about your friends,” Tommy responds, “Especially if they’re in a different fucking universe.”

“Yeah. It’s only been about a day and I already miss him.” Tubbo says, almost like he’s lost someone.

 “SHIT.” Tubbo exclaims, making Tommy jump from the unpredictableness of the shout. “Shit, sorry, but if Tommy’s stuck in the SMP how are you, him, how is he gonna stream! Or even be on socials at all?! Chat would freak if they found this out. Fuck.” 

“Chat? Like, fans?” Tommy questions.

“Yeah.” Tubbo replies, “Do you know how to Tweet at all or post on any social media platforms? I don’t want people to worry and start getting suspicious. You have no idea how insane some stans can get if their favorite content creator is gone for a day. It’s fucked up, really.”

Tommy has only used social media a couple times, with a little help from Ranboo. His intuition’s  helped him a lot for finding buttons to do what he wants them to, but still, posting to millions online is still scary as hell. And especially “crazy” fans? Who would even want to use social media at all if it’s this fucked up.

“I get the jist of Twitter. I don’t really like it, though.” Tommy says.

“Well, you might have to if you don’t want people on your back asking “Where’s Tommy gone?! I miss him!”” Tubbo says with a mocking high-pitched voice.

“Fine. I’ll post, but you have to tell me what to since I will fuck something up.” Tommy responds.

“Got it, bossman. Also, I would just tweet from his account except he never gave me his passcode. So if you find it anywhere, tell me and you can stay off Twitter all you want.” Tubbo says.

“From what’s been happening so far, I’m sure that I’ll remember it sometime.” Tommy says, trying to be humorous but coming out almost worryingly.

“Yeah,” Tubbo says, trying to figure out what to say, “If anything strange happens, anything that feels familiar, tell me. Just in case it means anything at all.” 

Tubbo must know that Tommy has been feeling strange since he’s gotten here. Remembering random things, strange intuition… it’s been– interesting, really. But it’s nice to know that Tubbo’s got his back.

“Sure, bossman.” Tommy responds, “Now, Twitter?”

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Hello! I'm discontinuing this fic (even though I said that I hate when people discontinue, the hypocrisy~). The reasoning is that I don't know where I want to go with it, and that I know I can write better if I come up with more beforehand. I may not write another fic for a while, not because I'm not interested in the Dream SMP anymore, but because I need to feel like I want to write one. But I wont leave you with nothing! Here's a quick summary of the rest of the fic:

Tommy tells Wilbur that he's from a different reality. Wilbur questions Tommy about a lot of things and is at first skeptical, but then believes him but doesn't trust him. Tommy stays stuck in the SMP while his counterpart is stuck in "Real Life" aka Earth, and over time his memories start to blur as he retrieves memories from his character's life.

While this is going on, Tubbo and Ranboo try to help SMP Tommy get back to the SMP which is coming up to be a challenge since they can't find much information on Dreamworks. Soon after, Wilbur and Tommy meet up in person and Tommy accidentally reveals that he's from the SMP. This causes Wilbur to panic but ultimately leads him to try and help Tommy by finding a backup code of Dreamworks (but this happens later).

Over time as the Tommy in the SMP starts to gain more SMP memories, Dream finds him while he is alone and he starts questioning him about Earth and his reality, but Tommy is having a hard time remembering much. They get into a fight since Dream thinks he's lying and Tommy almost dies by Dream's hand, but before he can Wilbur finds him and saves him.

Other things would happen in between, but it would end with both Tommys almost forgetting their memories (Tubbo, who didn't get stuck, remembers both memories of his character and himself), but Wilbur activates the code and switches them back.

Their memories would come back quickly and headache inducing, but saved from becoming different than they used to be. Wilbur would also find a code that lets both realities communicate with each other like text messages, so they find out over those messages that no one can find Dream in the SMP.

This doesn't seem too unusual to them, except that Dream is very prone to make actions and not stay away for a long time. Tommy gets a DM from Dream over discord, saying that he was also in the server. He says that his memories were also effected, which is why he acted to cruel to him but it's also the reason he wanted the information so badly (mark it being a subconscious reaction).

Before Tommy left, Dream had been inactive on social media, but he thought he was just taking a break. Tommy gets very upset at Dream and lashes out at him, while Dream keeps apologizing since he knows he wasn't in his right mind.

They apologize and have a dance party.

/j but it would be really funny.

So, at the end, everything practically gets resolved. I'm sure there were many loopholes and things that didn't make sense, but I'm mostly just creating things out of my head and putting them into text.

I really hope that you enjoyed this fic and I might write another one or rewrite this one, but I'd much prefer to create a new idea. I still love these AUs where characters and creators swap roles since it's interesting to see how authors portray the characters' personalities.

Also, if you are interested in writing a fan fiction, I actually recommend it. It's been very fun putting out my ideas into a story and for over 1,400 people (which is insane and I can't thank you guys enough oh my gooodddd...) for actually showing even a little bit of interest reading it. Fics are a great way to practice writing and to get some anonymous (or non anonymous) validation for work. 

But truly, thank you for reading and I appreciate you all. Have a great morning/afternoon/night. <3

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