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Tommy woke up in a dark void. Confused he looked around. Did he die again? This looked like the afterlife again. How did he die? Probably Dream. Had to be. Because Tommy wasn’t that careless. But now he had to find the others in the afterlife. Until Dream probably got him out again.
“Ranboo! Mexican Dream! Schlatt!” Tommy yelled. “ghostbur…” He added a little quieter.
No reaction. “Anyone?!”
Tommy started to walk around. It felt like a dark maze. Slowly cursing he turned another corner and immediately fell silent. On the wall were thousands of eyes. “What is this place?” Tommy whispered.
The eyes looked familiar.
“Tommy, you know what this is.” A random voice said. Or well, it sounded like 6 voices at the same time.
“Who are you?!” Tommy yelled.
“Guess?”
“A bitch!”
“Wrong.”
Tommy got slowly nervous because of the eyes staring and blinking at him.
“Why am I here?” Tommy asked.
“Ask yourself that, child!” A voice said. Tommy jumped several feet in the air. That was Dream’s voice
Tommy looked around. Was Dream here. Suddenly Tommy’s eyes landed on a pair of eyes on the wall. The cold, mean eyes of Dream looking back. “WHAT?!”
Tommy looked at the other eyes. It was all the eyes of the SMP.
“What is this sorcery!” Tommy yelled.
“I don’t like this! Why are they judging me?” Tommy asked.
“Tommy, look inside yourself. You know why you are here.” The voices said.
“I don’t know.” Tommy panicked. “Why am I here?!”
“Tommy, you know it. Trust me.” Tubbo’s voice. Tommy took a deep breath. That was safe. Tubbo was safe.
“Is this the afterlife?” Tommy asked.
“NO!” The voices shouted.
Tommy looked shocked. “It isn’t. What is it then? I DON’T UNDERSTAND!”
“Listen to me Tommy, think about what you did yesterday.” Philza’s voice said.
Tommy closed his eyes and thought. What did he do? He was home, then he went to Tubbo, they talked and fixed some stuff in Snowchester, then he went to Puffy and after that he went home and fell asleep.
“This is a nightmare.” Tommy yelled.
“Yes.” The voices called.
“How do I get out here?”
“Try.”
Tommy panicked again. He wanted out. He pinched himself. When that didn’t help, he threw himself to the ground. That also didn’t help.
“How do I get out?”
“Give in to yourself.” The voices said.
“What does that mean?” Tommy asked.
“Tell yourself what it is. What you fear.”
Tommy stared at where he thought the voice was.
“What I fear? Alright, fine. I fear Dream.”
Nothing happened…
“What, that’s true.” Tommy snapped.
“You fear something much greater.”
Tommy thought for a second.
“Oh… You want that. Fine. I am scared of being in the middle of everything. Every problem always revolves around me. It never stops. It’s always me. People are scared to have me around. I am scared of all the problems.”
Tommy shot up in his bed. He was gasping for air. He was awake again. It was a nightmare. He was okay again.
He heard sounds and looked to the corner of his room. Shroud was up in the corner, making concerned clicking noises.
“Hello Shroud. I am okay. Just a bad dream. I promise.”