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Tommy was fucking exhausted. He’d just finished a lore stream and then joined Quackity’s jack box stream which had kept him up until 3am. He wanted to sleep and he was going to… Right after he took a shower.
Humming quietly, he walked into his bathroom, turning on the water and stripping down. He stepped in and washed his hair first, then his body, stepped out and dried off.
Changing into a black long sleeve with a pair of shorts, he was finally ready to sleep, jumping into bed and pulling the covers over him. He closed his eyes. The last thing he saw was the desk his setup was on.
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Groaning, Tommy sat up and stretched his arms up above his head. His back popped a few times before he flopped back down. He opened his eyes and blinked in confusion. His ceiling was supposed to be white… not fucking dirt. What?
He shot up and looked around quickly. “What the fuck?” He got out of bed and walked out of the dirt room… only to enter another dirt room. It had what looked like two furnaces’ stacked on top of each other and a… what?
“Is that a fucking Crafting Table?” Tommy mumbled, looking at the wooden bench. He looked out the window in the wooden door. Green grass, a tree, fencing around the area, a tower.
“I’m fuckin’ dreaming. There’s no way I’m where I think I am.” He rubbed his eyes, blinked out the window again, rubbed hard enough for black spots to appear in his vision, looked again. Still the same.
Tommy started to freak out. How the fuck did he end up in Minecraft?
“What the fuck do I do?! How am I supposed to get the fuck outta here? What if people find out I’m missing? Wilbur and Phil are gonna flip! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He began talking to himself, what else was he supposed to do other than think about the worst possible scenario?
“Tommy.” He whipped around quickly. “What the fuck?!” He came face to face… mask? With a girl floating a foot off the ground. She had long blonde hair and wore a green hoodie, blue jeans and green converse. A white half mask that covered her eyes.
What stood out the most other than her floating, was the pair of antlers on her head. He’s definitely not in the real world anymore. Or he’s on drugs.
“Am I on drugs?” Tommy asks, staring at the girl still. She snorts, “No. You’re not on drugs. You are also not the Tommy of this world.”
“What?” He didn’t know what the fuck was happening. “Follow me. XD’s probably explaining everything to the others right now.” The girl turned and floated out the door before landing on her feet.
Hesitating for a moment, Tommy decided why the fuck not before following her. He only realized he was still in what he slept in when he stepped outside and was hit with a light but, cold, breeze.
They made their way down the path, Tommy looking around as they went. Things looked so much prettier than when they were blocks. Like Puffy’s house and Punz’s snow thing he’d made.
Finally they came up to the Holy Land. The church looked beautiful. He didn’t realize that there were other people looking at him, just looking over the church in awe.
“So this is the other Tommy you were talking about.” He snapped his attention to the familiar voice. The man who had spoken was dressed in clothes similar to the girl who had led him here.
The only difference was he didn’t have antlers and his mask covered his full face. A smile on the white porcelain. Dream.
“Yes. It appears that there was a glitch in the coding. Drista and I will have to find the problem and fix it.” A man similar to the other spoke. He was so much taller, taller than the church, and had larger antlers than the girl. His clothes were the same green but, were robes instead with gold accents.
His mask had a cracked D on it, two golden rings crossed around his head making an X.
Tommy stepped back slowly, no way was he getting closer to that. “Definitely not our Tommy. He’d have been swearing by now.” A boy spoke this time. He sounded like Tubbo but, had ram horns and fluffy ears. Shit. These were everyone’s personas.
“I’m gonna cry…” Tommy whispered, almost silently, bringing his arms up to hug himself. The girl looked at him. “There’s no need for you to cry.”
Tommy knew there wasn’t a reason for him to cry other than being overwhelmed but, this was… something. “Didn’t know there was a version of Tommy that was this emotional. Our Tommy has never cried.” A man, bald, blue and black striped shirt and black pants. Jack Manifold.
Tommy took a deep breath, held it as he counted in his head, let it out. He could do this, just think of it as a bit. “What am I supposed to do? While I’m here I mean.” He questioned, looking to the girl.
“Well, first I think we should get introductions out of the way. Unless you know all of us?” Dream spoke. “Uh, kinda know who everyone is except,” he glanced at the two deitys’, “them…”
“The tall one is DreamXD and the girl is Drista. Their the gods of this server.” Dream answered.
Of course, that should have been obvious. The tall guy literally had a D on his mask with two golden rings making an X. He could smack himself.
He nodded, quietly. “Alright then, guess we should figure out who’s watching him.” Drista said, clapping her hands together. Wait, what?
“It should be one of the strongest members of the Server. I’d suggest Dream but, he’ll be busy as Admin.” DreamXD suggested. “I say Technoblade and Philza. You two are almost always with each other. He’d be the safest with you both.” Drista said.
I’m getting a babysitter… and it’s probably gonna be The Technoblade and Philza Minecraft.
Glancing at the two mentioned men, everyone noticed that he definitely knew who was being suggested, Technoblade sighed. “Fine.” Phil nodded in agreement.
“Good, now that that is settled. Make sure he doesn’t get hurt.” Drista spoke, her and DreamXD disappeared.
“Come on kid. We need to get you back to the commune.” Technoblade said, getting up and heading towards the community portal. Philza was right behind Technoblade.
This is the worst… I’m totally fucked.