Chapter Text
They share the same shade of green,
but these eyes held nothing but compassion.
And chaos.
The flintstone crudely screeched as Tommy dragged it down a log of wood. He deliberated adding another strike on the bark because he couldn’t remember if he had put a mark down for yesterday. Admittedly, he hadn’t been keeping good track of the days. In fact, he’s sure the count has been off for a couple of days now.
Ranboo hasn’t visited him in a bit and Ghostbur was too dotty to track time.
The sound of boots crunching against the sand made the boy drop the flintstone quickly. Having a rock in his hand would seem “aggressive”, and friends aren’t aggressive to each other.
“Morning, Tommy!” Tommy first saw the honey colored hair of his “friend” as he slid down the sand hill. Dream had on a wide smile that could be seen just underneath the edge of his mask. Tommy hated that smile. It was somehow worse than the angry scowl he’d normally see. At least when Dream was mad, it was real. Apparently, Tommy had been staring too long because that smile wavered.
“Why are you staring? Don’t tell me you gotta crush on me.”
“Gross, dude…”
Dream let out a small chuckle as he walked over to one of the logs nuzzled in the sand, which surrounded an extinguished campfire. He took a pack off his back and placed it in the sand before beginning to rummage through it. Tommy walked past the masked man straight to the ocean water behind him. He kneeled in the damp sand, closing his eyes tightly before splashing the salty water in his face. The young blonde shook his head like a dog and rubbed any remaining water with his torn shirt. Tommy hummed softly as he stared at his quivering reflection.
“Do you think my eyes are still blue?”
“Hm?” Dream glanced over his shoulder. “Come’re.”
Tommy only hesitated a second before standing up and walking over to the log. He knew better than to keep the other waiting. “Yeah?” Dream simply patted the spot beside him, so, Tommy sat down.
The moment the boy’s bottom was seated on the log, his chin was roughly grabbed. Dream brought Tommy’s face close to his, staring intensely at the other. Well, Tommy was staring intensely at the single emote mask. No one said anything and the longer the silence went on, the more awkward Tommy felt. Why were they just staring at each other? Actually… how was seeing out of that mask…? The material looked pretty solid-
“They still look pretty to me.” Dream smiled again, a slight tilt to his head. Tommy immediately repulsed, pulling away from the older man.
“That’s not what I asked-“
“I brought you a gift!” Dream pulled out a iron bucket from his inventory. It was already full of water and swimming around it, was a red and white tropical fish. “I thought you’d like a pet! Ain’t it cute? Reminded me of you.”
He placed the bucket in Tommy’s arms and began cleaning up his pack. “You gotta take good care of it okay? I’m not going to be around for the next few days… Got business elsewhere.” Dream stood up from the log and put the pack on his back. “Don’t miss me too much okay? We’ll see each other again.”
Tommy watched as Dream began walking away. The older blonde stopped just at the edge of Logstedshire. He lifted his mask, displaying his entire face. There was that fake smile again… this time paired with those cruel, emerald eyes.
“Bye, Tommy!”
Then he was gone.
Tommy stood there for a moment, hugging the bucket to his chest, unmoving until he was sure the masked man was gone.
Beat.
“Green is the worse color.”
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“There you go, buddy..” Tommy emptied the bucket into the ocean.
Sad eyes watched the red and white fish swim around at the bank. As the creature discovered more space, it began to swim off. It wasn’t tied to Logstedshire. It didn’t have to stay.
The boy sighed as he stood up, the knees of his jeans damp from the wet sand.
He said goodbye to Mushroom Henry. He left a final note in Ranboo’s mailbox. The fish was free now. Tommy sadly smiled. Nothing else tied him here. Except him. But he’s also the reason the boy was leaving.
“We’ll see each other again.”
“Not this time, Dream…”
Tommy pulled out his cobblestone blocks. He stared at the ground directly beneath his feet. He swore he stared at it for five minutes before he could finally jumped and placed the first block underneath him. He smiled a bit, already feeling some weight lift off of him. He jumped and placed another.
Then another.
Another.
He swore he felt lighter each time, his smile growing.
Tommy smiled at every cobblestone he placed underneath his feet. He kept going until his stack ran out but he kept his eyes trained to his feet. He felt so light, the wind felt like it was enough to make him float away. But floating wasn’t what he wanted right now.
The boy took a deep breath before slowly lifting his head. He gazed out straight ahead, the sun was setting. Fitting. Perfect even. The day will leave with him! It made him smile more. Then he made the mistake of letting his eyes drop down further.
`“AUGH!”
Tommy instinctively stepped back away from the sheer drop, but there wasn’t much room on a single block. Feeling space under his heel, he immediately stepped forward, trying to regain his balance.
“Fuck..!”
He quickly sought out his pickaxe as his heartbeat pounded in his head. He began mining down as fast as his chest heaved. A slurry of curses spewed from his lips in between rapid breaths. At this point, he might complete his fall from light headedness.
His heart was finally allowed to even think about calming down as the ground became more in reach. Tommy stopped when there was only 4 cobblestone left. Might hurt to fall, but survivable. He sat down with his legs dangling, trying to bring his heartrate back down.
He gazed down the cobblestone pillar. He suddenly had the urge to do something he hasn’t in a while. He placed blocks down on either side of him, the second block down. The pillar now resembling a cross. If any moment he needed the guidance of Prime most, it would be now.
Tommy bowed his head in silent prayer, his hands clasped together in front of his chest. Guidance. Help. Strength. Anything that would get him through this exile. Through this darkness he felt clouded his brain, creating constant storms that came and went sporadically. He asked for forgiveness. For his past, present and what he’s sure he’ll do in the future.
Tommy lifted his head once his prayer was over. His mind’s dark clouds remained. It made sense that nothing felt different. If anything, his current situation was starting to imply maybe there was no one to hear his prayers to begin with. He quickly shook his head clear of those thoughts. He shouldn’t think that… What would Prime think knowing Tommy abandoned his faith?
This wasn’t Prime’s fault. It was his. He did this to himself. He’s the problem.
Tommy placed his head into his hands. This server would be better off without him. The right thing to do would be to leave.
Why couldn’t he be strong enough to leave? To free this world of him. To finally free himself…
You are strong. Strong enough to survive.
Tommy immediately looked behind him.
“…’Ello?” He furrowed his brows, looking for the source of the foreign voice. He didn’t recognize it. He jumped down from the cobblestone, feeling a sharp sting in his ankle but otherwise he could stand.
“Is someone visitin’?” No answer came.
“Dream?” That didn’t make sense, Dream said he wouldn’t be back for a few days.
Tommy narrowed his eyes as he placed his axe into his hand. He took a step backwards from where he thought he heard the voice came from. A shock of pain ran up his leg as he realized he hurt his ankle more than he thought. Still, he surveyed his surroundings. It was too soon for him to lose his mind.
Tommy slowly turned, scanning his eyes over the land of Logstedshire. He only stopped as his breath hitched, his hand almost dropping his weapon.
A figure stood on nothing but space, high in the sky. And catching the last few rays of the day’s sun, billowing in the soft wind, was honey colored hair.