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Yesterday
Tommy had woken up to his usual feeling of depression, knowing that he was still in exile. He knew that dream would come later that day and he knew that he was going to be tortured. He knew that he couldn’t show emotion. So, he got up and started the day. Ghostbur had long since deserted Logstedshire and Dream had long since blown up the entire place. In fact, the only remaining structure was the small, slightly charred, Tnret.
“Tommy “a voice called out, echoing through the chasm where once a small village had stood.
“It's me!” The voice called.
Tommy looked to the left just as Dream appeared from behind a bend in the forest.
“Hello Dream,” Tommy said, moaning slightly as Dream thumped him on the back.
“You know the drill, Things in the hole,” Dream instructed, his voice losing its cheery manner almost instantly.
Hesitantly, he dropped all his things into the hole.
The same small hole that dream had dug every day for 3 years.
Why did he do it?
After Dream left, Tommy collected all his remaining blocks.
Endless stacks of dirt and cobble, previously collected by him and Ghostbur.
Tommy missed Ghostbur.
And so, he built.
A tower.
So tall no one could survive a fall from its height.
And he put his foot over the edge.
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And stopped.
Why was He so determined that Death was the only escape?
Tommy’s attempt to escape from reality didn’t have to be an escape from the mortal plane.
What if he ran?
So, he jumped.
SPLASH!
The freezing water covered Tommy’s whole body, soaking him through.
He had a plan.
He was going to start running.
So, Tommy packed.
He packed a small array of items, most of them with some significance to him.
-A small compass, A barely legible label on the back that reads, Your Tubbo
-A green bandanna
-A Brown guitar, covered in stickers and stamps.
-A small version of the L’manberg flag
-A satchel, filled with basic rations
-A long Trench coat, covered in patches and cigarette burns
-A journal
-A pen
Then he spread his wings.
Not many people knew, but Tommy was a phoenix hybrid, with majestic Wings that faded in various shades of red, orange, and gold.
Being a phoenix, Tommy also had the ability to light things on fire with a touch,
Hide his avian features at will
And change his appearance and voice.
Tommy quickly changed his hair to a dark shade of brown and his wings to a bright white.
No one would recognize him now.
And so, he took off.
And as he flew past the Essempi, He noticed Tubbo staring up at him.
Tears welled in his eyes, and he flew faster than he ever had before.
That was when he realized, he was running.
Running from everything.
Running from Dream.
Running from his problems.
And running from home.
But where was home?
Tommy hadn’t felt at home since before the disc wars.
Before everything went wrong.
Before he started running.
Running to find a home.