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Tommy held the stitch in his side. He could barely breathe. All he could do was keep running and listen to the mantra playing in his head.
Dream’s escaped. Dream’s escaped. Get to exile. Go. Go. Go. Get the axe. Get it. Faster. Faster.
Tommy ducked under branches, jumped roots, and dodged the many trees that surrounded him. He was almost there. He just had to keep running. Keep going.
Tommy never would have thought he would want to go back to exile. The place where he was tortured. But he hid the axe there, he knew no one would go to that desolate place that held no joy. Barely anyone knew it existed. If they did they would have come for him. Right?
It doesn’t matter though. All that matters is that he gets to exile and gets the axe of peace. If he kills Dream with the axe all his problems will be solved. He’ll be safe. The man can no longer reach him because of his own rules.
3 lives. That’s all they had. Tommy still doesn’t know how Dream did it. It was completely illegal. Against the very fabric of their universe. Losing three lives didn’t just send you out of the Earth to never return, it full on killed you.
Glob would not have appreciated this. It wasn’t the way They made this universe. The only way for a player to really die was old age and natural sickness. Glob was the God of all things Natural after all. But Dream pushed those boundaries, found a loophole, and claimed that DreamXD had another way.
And so the Church of Prime was born. Tommy did not originally wish to join the Church of Prime, but Glob failed him. He prayed and prayed to be allowed out of this Earth and go back to his boys, but he was never allowed respite from the torturous hell.
With constant pressure from Dream, and threats, Tommy found himself joining the Church of Prime. DreamXD didn’t believe in world hopping and so Tommy stayed. He found himself still wishing to leave, in moments of peace, but instantly repented for that sin.
Finding a way to leave didn’t matter if he was dead. Tommy ran and ran until the loathed dirt pillar came into view. That pillar that he almost died from. The only thing that kept him from discovering the truth of death on this Earth was the thought of his boys, and Glob, and how disappointed they would be in him.
The Tommy they knew would never think about throwing away Glob’s gift of respawn. There was no time to dwell on that. He needed to focus on living so he may one day regain Glob’s favor.
He got closer to his old prison of Logstead. He could no longer not breath from the stitch in his side, but from the panic he felt setting in. He held tightly to his dingy iron sword, so afraid of it getting thrown into a hole and blown up. All his work turned into nothing in an instant. Hours of mining, breathing in the soot from the mines, hacking on the dust, all for nothing.
He missed Deo the most in those times. He was always the hardest working of them. He wound grind for hours both for the Bay and for his own Skyblock Island. Tommy imagined Deo was there now living his life out peacefully on his island. Tommy loved getting to go to the decked out island because he always felt safe there. Protected.
No one could find him there if he didn’t want to be found. He hoped he got to see Deo again.
Tommy drew up to a stop as he reached the entrance to Logstead. He threw himself to the ground, feeling the sharp pain it sent through his knees. He ignored it as he started tearing at the ground with his hands.
The skin broke open on the hard ground. The blood running from his hands stained the ground red once again. Tommy had no time to care. Tommy just had to keep digging. Ignore the pain and dig. Dig. Dig.
Tommy found it, The Axe of Peace. His brother’s favorite weapon. The thing meant to bring peace to the world.
Tommy decided to ignore that he was once on the other end of the axe. His death would mean peace to his brother. He didn’t like to think about that.
Tommy gripped the handle and ignored the grime coating it.
“Hello there, Songbird. What do you have there?” Dream cooed from behind him.
Tommy whipped around to face the masked man. His hands trembled with the gorgeous axe in hand. Tommy was scared. Please Glob, give him strength.
“You know what this is, Dream,” Tommy sneered. “Finally this Earth will be at peace. Free of you.”
Dream cocked his head to the side. “What do you think will happen to this Earth when I’m gone, Tommy? It is called the DreamSMP, afterall.”
“It doesn’t matter what will happen after. We’ll make it work without you here to mess everything up!” Tommy screamed.
“Now, Songbird calm down. We’re friends, remember?”
Dream was never Tommy’s friend. He knew that now. But those words always hit hard with him. Made it hard to breathe.
“Give me the axe and all will be fine.”
“No!” Tommy yelled. “I’ll kill you and I’ll finally be free to leave.” At this point tears were streaming down his face. He was tired of this Earth.
“You think killing me will change the rules? Where will you go, Tommy? You burned all your transportation papers, remember?”
“I didn’t do that! You did! I never would have left them behind like that!”
“Oh, yes, those street rats you called friends. You should thank me really for helping you let go of them.”
Tommy lunged at Dream with the axe. Glob may not be here to give Tommy strength, but he could give himself the strength needed.
Axe and sword created a sharp clang. They moved in a clumsy sort of dance. Dream full of grace and Tommy moving in a robotic anger. Too soon Tommy was knocked to the ground by Dream’s foot.
He could feel the grass digging into his neck. The coarse dirt left marks on his arms. He closed his eyes because of the sun. He waited for the killing blow. He waited and waited to be sent back to limbo.
It didn’t happen. He cautiously opened an eye to see 3 figures silhouetted by the sun.