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What made a person have an inventory?
Something only they could see but only another could see when the person died causing them to drop everything in there?
What was the health bar? Why not immediate death?
Why the response?
These questions made Tommy.
It was always Why ,why,why.
The first time it wasn't on purpose but the Zombie had gotten stuck in some trap near his house and well no one was around or if they were they didn't care.
Fishing out some old dog muzzle he had in his junk draw. He got it on the snappers face buckling it securely.
As he dragged it into his home.
How had no one noticed?
How had no one heard?
How had no one notice that stench?
There were so many things people would of noticed ,should've noticed.
But no.Tommy had been unseen as he dragged the mob inside. Tommy had no visters and maybe that was one of the factors.
That's When Tommy learned of where the inventory was stored.how These things functioned.
He felt rather chuffed as he held the slimy visid goopy pus ball in his hand the yellowed ord had a slight glow as it let out the stench.
The soul in physical form.
Right in the palm of his hand something he believed wasn't possible.
That just made him more curious.
Made him spiral 10 times worse.
He started small first with something alive.
Something alive and small.
It was quiet around Tommy's Humble home but the smell was foul around there.
Tubbo for the first time in months had stumbled his way there. For the blonde had been absent from Tubbos life for so long he finally noticed.
The smell hit his nose like gas to fire.That pungent oder of death and and open sores left in the sun so long it made a reached scent attaching flies that wished to lay their filthy young in the pus.
The hybrid was on edge it was that skin crawling feeling truly he felt it before around Dream hell only ever around dream.
But this was wrong Dream was in prison and Tommy smelt of gunpowder and sea salt normally ,once apon atime he smelt different but no longer.
Tubbo couldn't smell Tommy, only death and blood left too long under the burning sun.
He felt himself holding in his lunch as he dreaded going near the building the flowers seemed so alive compared to any he'd seen the grass bright green it felt all to happy for the foul stench of death and wrong.
His hooved feet approached the door the curtains were drawn and the doors small window was sealed shut.
He hesitately knocked on the door as his stomach turned.
"Uh Tommy? Hello! You home king?"Je spoke out only no one awnsered only the gentle breeze that blew his hair.
He knocked again harder as he looked around nervous his instincts were on edge screaming.
Run!
Evil
Evil is here run.
Run home!
Escape.
He shook his head as he pounded harder on the door.
"FUCKIN- TOMMY COME ON MAN!"Tubbo yelled as he pounded harder on the door.
"Get the fuck out here or- or I'll get Sam."Tubbo stated when no response came he felt kinda deflated as he tried again.
"No I'll get Philza or- or Techno I'll get one of the or hell I'll just break down the door."He hissed.
Empty threats no real danger
No awnser no anything not even a single movement.
No use saying he was going to do something and not do it.
he reached the door handle knowing Tommy was to lazy to put a lock on the door.
As he turned it expecting a click as the door would lazily go open.Only nothing.
No click no anything just a stable lock one that he saw Tommy put in once when they where younger to make him feel safer.
But this wasn't the same door and the fact Tommy put a lock on made Tubbos stomach turn.
"The fuck is this?"Tubbo muttered as he with wide eyes got out of there. His hooves skidding across the thick green grass kicking it up as he left ugly marks as he ran.
He ran as fast as he could he knew Tommy would literally fuck him up and never forgive him for what he was about to do but either his best friend was dead like final life dead or something was dead and Tommy was dieing.
He ran till he got to the tundra the cold nipping at his face as he wandered and wandered. He remembered how Techno wasn't a big fan of him but still he scampered to his home like a rabbit being chased by a man with a shotgun..
Fast he ran fast.
As Technoblades house came into view he basically threw himself at the door pounding his fist into the wood as he desperately fumbled.
"TECHNOBLADE!."he yelled as he felt the panic.
Why are you panicking? ?
Forget about him-
He believed Techno was there as the door was opened only it wasn't.
There was Philza tired and he looked as if he hadn't slept in awhile.
"Tubbo-"Phil started only for Tubbo to cut him off.
"Phil where's Techno?!"He stumbled as he frantically looked past Phil into the house.
"Uh why mate something wrong?"Phil asked attempting to calm him.
"I don't know my instincts- they- I."Tubbo rambled as Techno popped his head over Phil's shoulder his reading glasses on his scared face."Huh?"he said as he tilt3d his head to the side.
"They-"Tubbo stuttered as Phil looked worried.
"I think- Tommy."Tubbo began only Techno sighed and started to walk away as Phil seemed less stressed.
"Oh."Phil said more calm his dark inky wings relaxing as he looked at the other hybrid.
"Tommy's what mate? Why would your instincts be acting up?"He asked softly.
"I think hes dead or something- its very wrong and there's this stench-"he gulped as he recalled that smell as he recoiled as if smelling the ghost of the memory.
"Uh sure he's okay mate."Phil said as Tubbo shook his head."I haven't seen him in months and even less when I was at his house he- he it was scary."Tubbo said as he took Phil's taloned hand.
"Come on Phil please just this once-"he begged as he began leading Him out the door as Phil grimaced Techno seemed board and ennoyed as he to came along.