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Tommy has only ever felt peace with the flowers and sun, nature was his home. The smell of the dew on plants, the rainwater dripping on him always relaxing. Flowers and vines wrapped around him, when he breathed, they did as well. When he was hurt, they too were hurt. As a way to keep him safe, away from harm, they wrapped him up, unmoving for hours on end. Mother Nature cared more about him than any other human he once adored.
He loved the sun, how he felt warm and giddy, his hair shining extra bright. The sun fueled him, he could go days on end without drinking, eating, or even interacting with other members of the server, just because of the sun. He would lay out in un-destroyed fields, the untouched grass clinging to him. He was content, happy, joyful even. Nature was all he needed. The plants and sun coming together as his family, keeping him safe when no one else did.
That's why it hurt so much, being stuck in The Limbo. He was trapped, locked in a dark space, never ending just like the fields of grass. Like it was taunting him. Laughing in his face. He was stuck freezing, the sun no longer existed, neither did light. It was like the life was drained out of him, literally, and emotionally. He was reminded of the things that made him sorrowful, furious, anything but happy. As he looked in the eyes of the three dead men ahead of him.
Mexican Dream, he just reminded Tommy of exile. He was the only one there for him, he wanted to stay with Tommy, to help him. Mexican Dream even tried fighting him, just for Tommy. Even though it ended in his death. Tommy was lied to, he was told that Mexican Dream died of an overdose. After a rough night, Dream took Tommy into the woods, he still felt the axe come down on his side. The blood gushed out, as Tommy himself couldn't move. As his other scars were torn open, the scent and sight of his own blood made him nauseous. Mexican Dream ran to help him, as he heard the scream. But he was no match to the mad man, he put up a fight. Injuring Dream pretty badly. But Tommy saw, Tommy saw.
As Mexican Dream went for Dreams' stomach, Dream went for his head. His axe lodged itself into Mexican Dream’s jaw. Tommy saw how Dream continued to beat the dead body into smithereens, how Dream dug into the ground, how Dream made sure he pushed all the remains of the dead body into the grave. If only Tommy hadn't tried to defy Dream.
Tommy cried into Mexican Dream’s arms. Sobbing and hiccuping as he said he was sorry, sorry that he was such a mistake that he got him killed. It wasn't just an ordinary death, no it was one filled with suffering. He had to put up with Tommy for so long, because he wasn't perfect enough. So of course Tommy has to apologize. He has to beg for forgiveness and pray that he never does that again.
The other men that were here, Jshlatt and Wilbur. It was hard to talk to them. Knowing what they did in the past, knowing how much it hurt, how much he wanted them to suffer. He couldn't be mad at them for what they did to him, he deserved it. He deserved everything and almost anything that they have put him through. It hurt to say, it hurt to think, but it was true. If only he hadn't been so selfish. If only he hadn't wanted to be a normal kid.
He was alive again, but he wasn't here. He was revived, yes, but he wasn't alive. He wasn't living. The only thing he was grateful for, one again, was nature. He hadn't seen it in, oh, so long. He didn't worry about how people would react to him being a living organism again. That isn't what he was worried about. He wanted to see his babies, his plants, his people, his home.
Something nothing else could give him. The joy and happiness he felt seeing the vines welcome him back, nothing could ever amount to that. It was a home, not one of people, but one of plants. And he didn't care whether others believed it to be or not. He loved his family and they loved him back.
Tommy walked through the remains of L’Manburg, smiling as the plants came into view. Thousands of plants had started to grow underneath the glass, which someone had placed. Tommy didn't know who did it though, but he could definitely thank them. It protected the plants and preserved the blown up ruins of what used to be his home. He was content and the sun fueled his bones. He didn't have to be upset. He didn't have to face anyone else.
Tommy dug beneath the layers of glass, a red vine lifting up and collecting him, he was carefully held and brought to the ground. The other vines ushered him forward, to step off, welcoming him to the ground. He laughed, running his fingers along them, admiring their colors and designs. The flowers on the ground and the colors in general seemed so much brighter. Like his feelings had a connection with them, they were linked to him.
As he laid onto the ground, the reds grew redder, brighter, until it seemed like they would blind him. He closed his eyes, feeling the red wrap around him, it was warm, it was anything he could ever want. Tommy smiled, the vines becoming one with him. He could feel the life around him dying, being sucked into his soul, he screamed.
He screamed and kept screaming. Pain and agony in his voice. His body remodeling, his DNA changing, being replaced by the plants. His veins being ripped out, his vision going dark, his skin being ripped and torn off, replaced by moss and grass. His skull was pounding, his heart was too. His chest was ripped open, his heart was snatched, taken, ripped away from his body. He went light headed, until where his heart once was, was replaced with a flower. It was a pretty flower, “Sundrop Flower.”
It was hard to find, rarer than netherite. It was sought out after, it was believed to be a heavenly flower. It shined a bright yellow, and was used to heal broken bones and incurable sickness. The flower was his heart. His vision came back, his eyes shooting open, gasping for air. The plants were gone, except for a few. He felt better now.
He looked around before a stairway of grass appeared in front of him, Tommy reached over, wobbling the stairs, but it didn't move. He cautiously stepped onto it. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, and walked up.
He felt completely different, like he wasn't in charge, he wasn't actually there. Like he wasn't in his body and he was watching from a distance.
But as he laid in the middle of a field, the sun fixated on him, he smiled, basking in the warmth. He felt the flowers spring to life, sprouting, living.
He closed his eyes, maybe this is what he needed after all?