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"Everything should be ready, it will start soon."

Is everyone ready to bring Tommy back from another dimension or world? It doesn't remember Tommy's exact location. But he watched as they struggled to open powerful and grand portals to another dimension. They would be easier if it was a different universe, but Tommy is drawn to a different dimension altogether. It remembered exactly what day it was. It was the day Tommy was banished. If they caught him in time, it was their fault. If he is still with them ... or isn't there a bigger mystery to unravel?

It was a brutal day and Tommy was close to tears when he was exiled with Dream. It is feels unfair! Everyone has made it! Why is he in trouble? He was betrayed by everyone, Wilbur, Tubbo and more! Everybody betrayed him! "Come on, Tommy, if you're all right, you can visit the others soon," Dream said like a puppy who needed guidance, protested, and then walked away, tilting his head and smiling briefly. Tubbo sparkled at him. 'Anger and hatred, a nice mix in war. But they didn't get him... or anything else? Tubbo was so angry he didn't regret that moment. If he knew what would happen, he wouldn't let him go.

It is his duty to protect his citizens. Tubbo turned to return to his office when he heard an all too familiar scream: it was Tommy's. Tommy fell into a black portal. This black portal emits a silk shine, and if you look closely, you see a bed.

Tommy was sucked into the portal, no one else, not Quackity, Fundy or dream standing next to him! Why was only tommy sucked in? Wait, is tommy smiling? No, he's imagining things. right? No, you weren't imagining things. It happened so fast you couldn't process it. Why would tommy be smiling? Does he know what that means? Tubbo is speechless.

Dream tried to jump for it but was too slow, the portal was already gone. What was left was a too big trench that smelled burnt. tommy would make a stupid joke about using it for pool. Fucking hell, he can't hold back anymore "TOMMY!" tubbo screamed out loud, bitterly. His anger was replaced by fear. It was terrifying what had happened.

Tubbo fell to his knees as he held back tears.

"What have I done?"

Tubbo regretted not being faster, but it would have sucked Tommy in anyway, After years of fighting he had ideas but they failed! But there is a solution that will help tubbo get his buddy back! He's doing it for his best friend! Is he really your best friend? It just has to work, everyone is working so hard to get Tommy this back. Don't let it be a mistake. Hopefully Tommy is still okay or alive. Tommy needs him! He needs his little companion. Who somehow always disappears, always. With so many secrets, like grains of sand on a beach.

Dream works harder than anyone else with the portal. He searched every book, portal, dimension, anything to do with portals. He scours old libraries that gods forgot to burn. He needs tommy like tommy needs him! What is the joker without the batman? Absolutely nothing. He had to get tommy back! He and tommy are like brothers. Tommy hates you, why can't you see it? What's weird is why tommy started avoiding you? Tommy does need his big brother, he's too needy to be alone, confusion haunts him.

Quackity remembers exactly who his friend no, his brother was who disappeared into that horrible disgusting black hole. He was against exile for the betterment of Tommy in the first place! Who believes it, dream is just using tubbo, he gets his own way when he wants to, and can:

Look now where it happened: George's house ceiling caught fire, but it was easy to fix, and Tommy even improved it. It's five times stronger and more stable than before. Dream built the obsidian wall, Tommy was supposed to go into exile, and Tommy disappeared. In a fucking black hole, for fuck's sake. Everybody does it once, why isn't it punished? But sending Tommy into exile? No, it was too much for him. He would find Tommy himself, bring him home and take him away from those who claim to be his friends. You're one of those crazy people too, you're one who wants him for yourself. Like all the others, you are the worst of them.

No, he is not, he is not crazy. He is sane, much sane than everyone thinks. He is protecting his brother from these crazy people who are going to hurt him! No one can stop him, not tubbo, not phil, not techno or dream! Quack, I bet on his eyes. He will be his, his only one. No, he couldn't think like that, he wouldn't. But he'll take him, maybe to your old village? Quack will take his father too, Tommy only needs his brother and his father. Could he even call Sam that? Next time he'll grab Tommy's leg.

There is no death in the world,

Than he who before the foe is slain

On green heath in the open field,

Shall not hear great lamentation.

Technoblade and Phil have been a mess since Tommy disappeared. Phil confronts the death himself, but his wife doesn't know what happened. She just said there was an anomaly, that's all. She's not going to get involved! So Phil and Techno went off with dream to find a solution, and they found a solution. Unfortunately, they had to join forces with others, but Techno is phil because that means Techno is for it, but unwillingly. Techno and Phil plan to bring Tommy back to their home server and protect him. Maybe revive Ghostbur,

Sam was too lenient, he should have intervened a long time ago. He should accept Tommy instead of giving in to Tommy's wishes. Cut his legs off at the first opportunity, no, he's too scared! He understood the consequences of what others should think. It is immoral for him, but he needs his son back. Since that night he cannot sleep and was not informed about the disappearance of the boy, which he can hear every night. After two years of work, he compared his research with that of others. He wanted Tommy for himself. Alone... With quackity by his side, everything will be fine. Sam knows! Why can't anyone see he loves Tommy? I know it won't be vulgar, it won't be renegade.

Schlatt, too, returned to wait for the boy like an old friend on the mountain where it all began. You kicked him out, he hates you, why do you deny it? When he comes back to life he won't have to deal with Wilbur's crap. It's satisfying, you might say. He asked for Tommy right after he was resurrected, thanks to Dream of course. He wants to see his friend, and after years of nothing, he has regained his sanity! The alcohol went to his head for a while, but he was fine. no longer sick, no longer addicted

Karl is the strangest of them all. When he broached the subject, he behaved more and more bizarrely: nervousness, quick changes of subject, as if he knew where Tommy was. If he knew, it would be great, not perfect. Nobody knew his secret, not even war or death god knew what was going on.  So he was kicked out by almost everyone. He isolated himself from everything and everyone. He disappeared for longer and longer and nobody knew why. Every time he came back he became more withdrawn, more confused and didn't even know his fiancée. It's scary when someone knows more than they're letting on. His memories became more spotty, and he got greyer every goddamn day. Be it clothes, or physically

Dream made thousands of threats against him, but Karl didn't listen, which is also the reason for Karl to isolate himself more from others. Whether it's slitting his own throat with a knife or something, Dream doesn't like it when Karl disagrees. Quack has repeatedly tried to break into his library to find out Karl's secret. No one knows what Karl is hiding, but everyone wants to know. Whether with Nikki Cake, corruption or glamour.

"That's it! I'm going to see karl now and he's going to fucking tell me what happened!“ From a His hair is on fire and the ceiling of the house is on fire. Why doesn't he go inside? Exile? If the house is on fire, what to do? Dream stood up and quickly put out the fire with a bucket of water. "Calm down! Karl didn't tell us shit. He said nothing to me, nothing to you. So be it." said Dream in a sickening monotone voice and squeezed Sapnap's wrist. Sapnap looked like he was thinking about it, but he was Sapnap. Sapnap snatched his wrist from Dream and ran towards Karl's house.

Adrenaline shot out of Karl as he ran back to his house. He felt the blood in his veins being replaced by adrenaline, the new adrenaline making his heart beat faster than usual. His footsteps chased wildly upwards. Looking at the wooden house decorated with stones and flowers, a smile appeared in the distance and finally reached the door of karl‘s library. He almost wanted to break in until he stepped out the window and saw Karl writing a letter. This is strange because Karl never wrote a letter. Because it is completely isolated from other servers.

He turned on the communicator and took a video. You can also hear Karl mumbling out loud. It's strange because he only does it when it matters. "Dear Thomas, people are getting suspicious. If this keeps up, I'm going to need your help ..." karl stopped talking. As if Karl had sensed it. His heart beat faster and faster. "Come out," karl called, picking up his sword and walking slowly to the door. He opened the door to see who was there, no one was there. He must have imagined it. Correct? It doesn't matter if he has to finish the letter. He has to send the letter to Thomas! This is his third attempt. He couldn't screw up another letter. "I only imagined..."

So Sapnap exhales quietly. Because of the tension, he is going to die! He didn't even notice that he had stopped breathing. Damn Karl, he better run before Karl finds out. So, sapnap ran, once without success. If he looked closely, he would see that Karl was looking at him with sombre eyes. If he had seen better, he would have seen a completely black portal. If he had looked, he would have seen his friend George coming out of the portal. If he saw Karl jump through the portal and wake up in a beautiful bed.

When he looks closely, he has more riddles to solve

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"Do you think it will work?" a voice asked, it had a slight British accent. The person she was addressing did not answer, she was too focused on examining the portal. Everything should fit, the masked man touched the machine, it was warm. It felt warm, pulsing slightly, magic pulsing. Dream smiled as he felt it, it was magic. Dangerous magic.

"You can't escape me!" yelled Dream madly as he reached for a blonde mop of hair, dreams sword flew at tommy. The blue-eyed man, on the other hand, dodged and grabbed a big rock, smashing a rock at the smile mask, the mask flew into thousands of pieces.

"Yeah, I think it'll work," dream said as he knelt down, opening a hatch. "I just have to check something, George." it all looked perfect, he wasn't scouring forests and invading alien servers for no reason. Dangerous resources he found, blue lava, emeralds filled with magic.  "You should go, I'll go too." said Dream as he connected the last wires to redstone, only the best of the best for the machine! "I'll be off then" Dream didn't look behind, he knew George was going, maybe he would crash again for half a year.

"I'm Tommy and you are?" asked a husky voice, dream looked closely at the young man. He had the face of an angel, those eyes are not purely human. This voice in his head told Dream what, how special this boy was. The voice told of an aura that was not human! He was in love with those eyes.

"My name is Dream.

As he closed the door and turned around, he wondered if he was doing the right thing.

"Have you ever been in love?" the question lingers on his tongue, tasting of copper and blood. He can feel his eyes staring at his back, waiting for her answer too. Tommy can literally smell his bloodthirst suddenly, can hear his teeth clench at the mere sight of the boy beside him. Dream struggles to speak, "...once. I was in love once; I'm not sure if you feel the same way though." two faces turn red for different reasons; Oh, Dream definitely shouldn't have said that. Tommy has to leave.

Dream sighs, he should have lied when he had the chance. The memories hurt, he had lost Tommy because he can't keep his mouth shut! Immediately he reached for his head, the voice is back! It screams rabidly, "You had the sun in your hands, the most loyal and fierce fighter once at your side, his body and mind carefully constructed by gods older than your so-called angel of death and blood god, he was forged from cosmos and light, his hair was of the finest spun gold, his eyes were taken and shaped from the brightest pieces of the sea, his body was formed by pure light. His character was inspired by the sun. So alive, but like the sun, the fire went out. And people like you, Dream are as pathetic as they come."

Dream stood up and walked silently as he stopped short.

"Shut up."

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When it comes to waking up in the morning, Tommy can't pinpoint a specific time when the strange feeling started.

It could have happened during his travels or while the Greater Dream SMP and L'Manburg war was happening. Opening his eyes may have revealed a world in which he faced the possibility of dying alongside his loved ones during a war. Wilbur's transition from sleeping to waking up could have happened in the war between Pogtopia and Manburg. Doing so caused him to realize L'Manburg was in danger and that his situation had changed. When he opened his eyes, he felt like he was looking at a new day despite the fact that he was no longer the same person. This transition was difficult for him; it felt like part of his body had died.

Tommy doesn't have solid evidence to support his claim.

Waking up was weird for Tommy. Because waking up means having to deal with all the bugs that popped up in that forgotten server, sometimes even having to wonder if getting up in the morning is worth it. This is also one of the reasons why he wants to leave the smp dream world and never come back. Tommy knew that there were more people who made fun of him than cared. He tried not to let that thought affect him. Or he wakes up from a more relaxed dimension of beauty. But there are also scary places where he wakes up, like him being a soldier in a terrible war. So, yes, waking up is weird.

Names that make waking up weird come to mind: Schlatt, Dream, Wilbur, Techno and Quackity.

The trickster made a bitter taste in his mouth, and while he was pretending to be a buddy, he was only faking. Not because of Manburg, but because of Manburg before smp. People passing through the Minecraft world told him that the market was currently selling something special for travelers. However, he didn’t want to come into this world. Instead, he just wanted to walk around the market to see what was for sale. He had no idea what this special item was; all he knew is that he really wanted it. He encountered Quackity and his father, uncle or friend there. After meeting a traveling child, Sam and Quackity immediately became fast friends. So long as the child traveled with them, they stayed in each place they stopped at for longer than the others they met. When Sam announced that he was leaving after one month together, the other travelers convinced him to stay for one more night. Sam and Quackity's reasons for this usually went like this:

Sam attempted to stop Tommy from leaving by saying it would rain. Tommy, however, is able to see through Sam's deceptive behavior. He correctly states that the weather doesn’t look like it will rain. Rather than take the bait, Tommy makes eye contact with Sam and then takes a step back. Sam appeared to Tommy as though he was looking through him to his left. Tommy's eyes narrowed at Sam, prompting Tommy to flinch. Sam abruptly stood in front of the boy and whispered into his ear, trailed by a plea not to trust him. The 10-year-old boy's arm was clenched tightly around the older boy's waist as he slowly removed his bag.

„Go to your room once you receive this message. I'll call you for dinner when done.“

After a month of cohabiting in the guest bedroom, he discovered it had become his preferred sleeping quarters. While traversing the birch wood door, he climbed upon his queen-sized bed to contemplate why he consistently defaulted to the deranged rather than the two distinct individuals. He should really consider what he did wrong in his life. Regardless of this, he should depart soon.

Quackity's high-pitched voice was Quackity. When he was addressed, he asked, "Tommy?" He greeted the hybrid duck by saying, "You want to see me?" To shut out any alarm he quickly rose to open a large birch door. Quack trotted in with a plate of food. "Thomas brought you something..." Tommy took it wide-eyed and walked over to the little table set up for him. He put the tray on the table, pulled up a chair and sat down. He took a closer look at the food: spaghetti in tomato sauce and sausage. Good food, he would say, but that would be a lie. He took a little and it tasted weird. He eats more and more, which makes him more and more tired. So he went to sleep.

Time and time again, they slowly started giving him more medication. They gave him medicine while he was sleeping. So he was a loser in his world, stuck in her world and his world. In his dimension, he is a comatose Kwasi.

He can't tell you. With all his years and knowledge, he couldn't tell you about the kid called Mystery. The next answer he could give was... maybe. when does he wake up Why does he always end up a psychopath? What has he done wrong in life to get that? what about his parents?!

He wasn't sure he would be safe. But his family is alive. That's great, isn't it? Yes, it felt good when he heard his family take him to the hospital before he woke up. Fuck... Fuck, Fuck! She must have been worried that he was unconscious. But his father and mother are fine, which is very, very good. At least they've tried their best.

 He was afraid that if he was drugged again, his consciousness would remain in this world completely. He doesn't need her sweet words, or her warm blanket. He wants to get rid of these psychopaths. He doesn't need a Wilbur, Sam or Quackity. He doesn't need Dream either. He doesn't need anyone in the Minecraft world! All he needs is himself, and only his sanity, to stay sane. no others

So he fled when the medicine wore off. He finally wakes up in his world, lying on a hospital bed with another patient: George. He got in there, the toughest sleeper he'd ever known. People in a similar situation to him would die if they saw him. His eyes—George's eyes began to open, light up slightly, looking at him. It was as if time stood still for him and the unknown. Some doctors came to wake him from his trance. Doctors examined him, questioned him, and his parents came. George stared at him as the doctor examined him, too. It's scary, he'd say.

 But since then, the two have become friends. Both spoke about their experiences. He explains his powers: when he sleeps, he goes to another dimension, or when he just goes somewhere, he creates a portal and goes inside. George is similar in that he can time travel while he sleeps if he wants to. It’s different when he travels through space. He can only travel through one space, but when he dies, he can’t go there for a while.

When George offered to show him a place, he vaguely accepted. The two talked a lot while walking: Cars, food, school and other items fill the transient's itinerary. With nearly complete daylight left in the day, they arrived at their destination. With blindfolds on, George presented him with a fantastical landscape. His disbelief at the size of this garden prevented Tommy from seeing its beauty.

Yet it was different:

„What do you mean he's missing?“

“His belongings are lost too!“

„I'll venture into the forest in search of the Boy.“

"Yes, Sam!"

So Quackity went. Quackity ignored the heavy feeling in his stomach. Maybe guilt, but who knows? I'm just someone pulling strings in the background and you're watching. Wait, why are you still here? This is a deceptive, sad and murderous series about people who have lost their minds. Don't look, don't look, now you can decide if you stay or go. Do you stay or do you go? Will you stay, can you stand the madness that afflicts these poor people? Or will you go, and stay sane and forget everything here?

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Slowly, the sun began to rise over the surrounding mountains, and the natural light began to spread across the lush, forested landscape. The birds awoke, their chirping filling the early morning silence. But the nineteen-year-old president was already awake. Out of his bored blue with his eyes, which only a few years ago had been full of determination, he gazed at a great black gate in the distance. His shock of red hair swayed back and forth from side to side. Cloaked In a cloak, he stared into the distance, glum and uncertain, and asked a question:

"Am I doing this the right way?" is a question that a normal person would not have answered.

But he wasn't normal; nobody conformed to the norm, and he certainly wasn't.

The structure that could be seen in the distance was a portal to another world. A forbidden spell to cast

The portal had been built so that Tommy could come back, so that his best friend, no, his brother could come back home.

Somehow that name is a pain.

Tommy's name evokes the painful memory of someone who made him feel free, but then robbed him of that freedom. Who is this supposed brother of the unspirit? Who has caused him so much pain?

What right does a person have who has taken advantage of his trust in him to go off and wander around as if he had the whole world in his hands?

He was no different from his parents. His parents left him because of him. No, the comparison between Tommy and those people is an extraordinary mistake.

Tommy was different; that's not a thought, that's a fact. Anyone who says otherwise is either an idiot, or they don't know him.

He was more intelligent than the average human being, even though there were things that happened that weren't supposed to happen.

He's a mystery in the body of a 16-year-old; his whole life is a mystery. Someone who doesn't talk about his habits, and so on and so forth.

Even though there were things that happened in his life that weren't supposed to happen, was smarter than the average person.

He's a mystery in the body of a 16-year-old; his whole life is a mystery. Someone who doesn't talk about his habits, and on and on and on.

Tommy pretended to like him, didn't he? Brothers tell each other things. Whatever they are. He didn't even have any idea if Tommy's name was really Tommy. Tommy told him that he didn't trust anybody but himself, and that was the thing that broke Tubbo down. Why was it Tommy didn't trust anybody. It was a question to which he was never going to get an answer. Sometimes people would look at Tommie with narrowed eyes and whisper things to each other.

In the end, they would try to talk to Tommie as if they knew him. One day, they had a meeting with a girl about their age with the name 'Beau'. Tommy spoke to her as if they had

known each other for hundreds of years.

She was speaking a strange language, neither Overworld nor ender. It was strange; they were both speaking the same language but with different accents. Later on, after the conversation, he asked her what they were talking about. Tommy didn't explain to him what they had been talking about or anything like that, he just said, Let it be my business'. Yet

Another man of mystery,

A mysterious man.

At some point on their trip, Tubbo and Tommy met Purpled. The two were well known on Hypixel, they feared names. They were called the Golden Duo because they looked like stars, which made Tubbo feel like he was going to have to puke. Tommy had always been the one with all the famous names, but did that make Tubbo a bit jealous? Yes, he was jealous of Tommy. Whether or not he had a good reason for it is unlikely to be known. Later

Purple left the group. Urged on by Tubbo and accompanied by silent threats,

"Calm down, you psycho!" Purpled said as Tubbo held a knife to his throat.

Another time they had a meeting with George, Sapnap, and Dream when they were on their travels. George knew who Tommy was, and Tommy knew who George was. George knew Tommy knew George, but they were both in denial, and he had no doubt that

They were lying to him. Tommy was a terrible liar, and it was remarkable that he believed him so completely. Tubbo had also been young and stupid and had been a believer in everything he had been told, but he had been the first to notice the lie about Tommy. Not only had he noticed Dream had noticed too. He looked just like Tommy, except that he was older and had green eyes. You'd think they were brother and sister, but Tommy was in denial all the time.

That day, on their trip (which Tommy had also been reluctant to join), Dream asked for Tommy to stay with him in a tent, leaving Sapnap, George, and Tubbo on their own. This was a little bit strange for Tubbo, but what was he going to say about it? The two of them He thought they obviously knew each other; maybe they were related or in-laws.

Tommy wasn't there the next day; there was no sign of him or anything else at all. George's His eyes seemed to have a little sparkle in them that day, and he disappeared for a short time.

later that same day. But after a couple of days, he came back with the dagger that Tommy had given him, and with a new scar on his body. It was a Monday morning, and he had a clear recollection of the day. When he woke up in the morning, Dream shouted, "He's gone!" He was drenched in sweat.

and he woke up confused, for he had been having a dream in which Tommy had disappeared. Dream's throat tightened as he realized that was exactly what had happened. The dream was that Tommy had disappeared with all his things and that he would have He noticed if there had been any movement, as he was a light sleeper.

Tommy's sleeping bag had been left behind. What had happened to it when it was untouched? Tubbo didn't know what Tommy had been up to, but he was trying to find out. He had seen someone go away, someone he had trusted. Why was everyone leaving him in the lurch?

Why did he have to be the one?

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of George's attempt to suppress a smile.

There was no one else who could have seen it.

From the beginning, he seemed suspicious. He had been talking to Tommy for hours. and he certainly hadn't been jealous of him either. There's been no word from you. I'm not even in your world. Wait, why am I back here? Or those mysterious looks that passed between them. It was oppressive, wasn't it? Was that the right word for my feelings? Tommy was an enigma to him.

Tommy was a mystery to himself. A fact that had not been hidden from himself or anyone else on the server.

He was a man with a thousand faces, always.

When he first joined the server, there were a small number of people who did recognize Tommy, but he insisted on not recognizing them in return. The odd thing was that when Dream came to greet him, he was immediately peppered with questions about who he was. Adding to the intrigue surrounding him, it was later revealed that Tommy was suffering from some form of memory loss. In addition, it was obvious that Tommy's level of mental maturity was not in line with his chronological age. Although he was 15 years old, he was exhibiting behavior that was more in line with that of a 10 or 12 year old, and it was obvious that his mental maturity was not in line with his chronological age.

So much so, in fact, that on several occasions during Schlatt's stay, he had doubts as to whether Tommy was too young for exile.

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He fell through time,

without stopping,

without knowing where he will settle down. That has always been the case. An ability God gave him, but it can also be a curse.

The air is thick, he can't breathe, he won't breathe, he won't be able to breathe now! His airways are more closed than those of a centuries-old box buried under obsidian, no matter what. Tommy has to stay calm, an ordinary person would die because they wouldn't understand what was happening. An ordinary person would be someone who panics for no reason, who panics, who tries to hurt himself just to realise: These are the simple and cruel facts. 

a pact with the devil, some would say, an unsellable curse. no one escapes this cruel plunge into infinity, but at some point there is an even more unusual end: windows into another reality. home to many quadrillions and even more billions of creatures. fascinating, says then a man with as many scars on his back as he has names.

Ah, 

Windows, hmm. Tommy knows them - finally he can breathe again, what a miracle! oh wait, he knows this gate of darkness. 

You've got to be kidding!

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Tommy had once promised him that he would never forget him. What a lie, he had forgotten him. Fucking bastard, Tommy would throw him away if he wanted to, he's just a toy for Tommy. But the longing for him was... was, what was the right word for it? Really indescribable. It was like a drug addiction, or the feeling of finally stuffing yourself with delicious food. You can't stop.

Words can kill, words can

destroy,

Words are crueler than you think.

It is an addiction that will damn you if you give in to it too much. They hurt you when they want to, they twist your ears. As much as your ears hurt, as much as your nervous system is overloaded, your little ears will start bleeding. Bleed until every blood cell is sucked out, your heart will stop beating.

To prevent this, the heart tries to produce blood again somehow, your heart will continue to hurt no matter what you do!

No, by breath Tubbo, you are not at the hypixels slams, you are in L'manburg. L'manburg is his home,

l' manburg is-

What is L'manburg now? He has memories that plague him more than blissful ones that bring him friends.

L'manburg... It gave him a terrible feeling when he thought about what happened. First Dream who didn't give them independence, Tommy who lost his two lives (and lost two fingers growing back), Schlatt becomes president, wilbur goes crazy, L'manburg gets blown up, wilbur dies, tommy disappears- "Tubbo calm down!" Said an unrecognisable voice to him. The person shook him slightly until he saw a large black figure above him, it was Ranboo.

"I'm fine boo" he whispers softly reassuring Ranboo, Ranboo who tries to say oky to him without stuttering, accepting it anyway knowing that Tubbo knows.

"Ranboo I need a moment, okay?" they both held the hug for a few more seconds and parted heavily. Ranboo was still a bit hesitant, but hey what can he do when his friend just had a panic attack? So the President slowly walked to an old friend who mostly comforted him, and only comforted him. Other than tommy, the bank was not one he was worried about. And that was probably a good thing!

He was a typical human being wandering through this world without any real foundation given by the gods above, and he would continue to breathe until God decided that he was no longer worthy of all the blessings they had given him, and he longed for the day when his body would leave his rotting soul.

Tubbo awoke to the cry of the clouds giving water to those below. It is fascinating how the rainy day, when properly dissected, can be a description of humanity. The clouds are like the rich oppressing the poor and placing a heavy burden on their shoulders. The rich get richer and the poor get poorer. But when the rich cry out of sadness and disappointment, the poor cry out of joy and happiness.

They feast on their suffering, they have no interest in their happiness.

They smile brightest at the case of those above. in a way, they are all the same, he thinks. too focused on revenge and feasting on the torment of another. A creature that is simply selfish, with its own wants and needs that it feels must be satisfied by someone. What wishful thinking, he says to himself.

Man is a creation of which God was proud, for he is wise and able to adapt. A creation that has surpassed all the other gods of creation. Who even managed to drop the most perfect angel to be pampered.

Him,

He, the human being, is at the same time the greatest and the most abominable being that has ever existed.

has ever existed.

Here are a few examples: Tommy, George, Lazar, Vikk and Karl. They have all disappeared from the scene. And many others they met on their travels.

He, as one of the above beings, is not really against his own friends, but sometimes he wishes he had existed in this terrible world to do something more useful for Mother Earth herself.

Life is a very short blessing given and people are not aware of appreciating it but try to gain more and more without knowing their limits, shamelessly.

But enough of this philosophical talk about the human being per se.

Says a German philosopher of one:

Solitude is not a planting, but a maturing....

And to do that, you have to make the sun your friend.

Unfortunately, Tubbo knows he is right. Finally he has arrived, after all that philosophising and thinking. To the most beautiful place on the whole server: the bank. This goddamn bank has seen it all, the bloodshed, the destruction, the demolition and the rebuilding of L'Manburg. It has seen it all and knows it all, and by "knows it all" is meant the "secrets" and

"truths" about Tommy and Tubbo.

It's probably even the case that the bank knows Tommy better than Tubbo himself. <dream> The portal is completed.

When he saw the message, he ran. He jumped and ran to the portal. That took a good 10 minutes if he ran like a normal human. Thank God he was glad Wilbur I'Manburg had built it so close to the Essempe. When he ran he was not alone, from his side it looked like Niki was running. Thank God he was glad he was not alone. As they ran, they chatted about whether it might not work at all when they were both running.

He saw everyone, Techno, Phil, Nikki, Puffy, Dream had come too, of course, Schlatt. And the rest of his troupe. Except for Lazar the Elder, a hybrid gingerbread, and Vikk, his companion, a human. The two of them had seemed suspicious to him before, too.

He had met them by chance when he was in Hunivel with Tommy Lazar, the grim, older and  He had met them by chance when he was in Hypixel with Tommy. Lazar, the grim, older and poor, and Viktor, or Vik for short, his former deputy in the war.

Lazar was the most suspicious of all, he often talked about a war in which 99 people died every time and only one was the victor. Or when he went out with his squad of four men, most of them came back with serious injuries or died, but those were wars, they were just normal missions. It was different with Vik, he told him next to nothing. He puts on a stupid face, but behind that façade is a soldier, a bomber, a murderer. He knows what he's thinking, he saw Viktor massacre a robber. There was blood on his body, but it had never been his own blood.

When they were both there, Nikki and Tubbo saw a large metal portal made of diamond and obsidian. It was fascinating to see how the portal began to pulsate. How the magic and the redstone harmonised with each other, the throbbing and beating. The glitter was navy blue, the portal generally looked indescribable. Atom to atom, block to block.

As he expressed his admiration, he gradually noticed that the inside of the portal was taken up by a black surface. The same black he had seen two years ago. It was darker than black wool, it was darker than the night sky, it was darker than obsidian and it was darker than the final portal. The blackest black there is. It lets no light through, it sucks the light into itself.

Nothing can penetrate to the outside, so dark is this black. It is a black without description.

Tommyinnit has joined the game

Just silence for 1…

2…

3…

"What the hell?" said a young voice, but it sounded all too familiar. Everyone looked at the boy, it was Tommy and he was even younger than 3 years ago? Wait, did you just kidnap another Tommy from an alternate universe? Almost everyone held their breath. Their eyes were fixed on the blond. When Schlatt took a closer look at the younger boy, he was wearing a red T-shirt and shorts that reached down to his knees.

Slowly the clothes were changed, the red T-shirt became a red and white baseball shirt. His shorts became blue, slightly torn jeans that had ash on them in some places - and then Tommy fell over. To much for the boy to handle.

In another place:

An elderly man, whose face is so scarred that it is impossible to count how many, smokes a cigar. In his hands he holds two communicators. They are ancient. With which he could communicate during the war. He could and can conjure up a map. In his other, his current communicator, where his friend's message is, he really thought the boy would never come back. at most a few times on another server, nothing more. He looked at his other communicator, which was still working, it was a miracle, you could say. It brought back memories that should have remained locked away, memories so horrible he wanted to repress them, but now? Now he begins to feel guilty.

Guilt because he wanted to forget his comrades, the memories that were so cruel, but which were also beautiful memories. He lifts his head and looks at his old friend, who looks at him with a shocked expression.

"After so many years?"

"Still."

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W̶h̸a̵t̴'̸s̸ ̷g̵o̵i̶n̴g̷ ̶o̸n̷?̵ ̸W̵h̸a̸t̸'̵s̴ ̷h̴a̸p̵p̶e̸n̴i̷n̷g̴ ̵t̸o̷ ̶t̴h̶e̵ ̶t̸i̷m̵e̵l̴i̵n̸e̶?̷ ̴W̵h̴o̶…̶.̷.̷s̷o̶m̶e̴o̶n̵e̷ ̷b̵e̶e̴n̴ ̵p̵l̸a̶y̴i̵n̵g̵ ̵a̶r̸o̸u̴n̷d̶ ̶w̴i̵t̸h̷ ̶t̵h̸i̸n̷g̸s̴ ̷t̶h̶e̴y̶ ̴s̸h̵o̴u̷l̵d̴n̸'̶t̶.̵ ̶

W̶h̸o̸ ̸c̸o̶u̶l̶d̵ ̶i̵t̸ ̶b̸e̶?̵ ̶W̵e̴ ̴a̵r̴e̶ ̸n̷o̶t̷ ̴I̷n̷ ̶t̶h̵e̸ ̴o̸r̶i̶g̴i̵n̴a̴l̴ ̷t̴i̴m̷e̵l̵i̵n̷e̵,̴ ̸s̶o̸ ̶i̴t̶ ̴c̸a̶n̸n̴o̸t̵ ̵b̸e̴ ̴t̶h̵e̶ ̸p̷l̵a̷y̴e̴r̶.̷ ̵P̸e̷r̵h̴a̶p̵s̴ ̴i̶t̴'̸s̶ ̶t̴h̸e̴m̸?̵ ̴

̴I̷t̵ ̶h̶a̷s̷ ̵t̷o̶ ̸b̷e̵.̶ ̸B̴u̴t̶ ̷h̵o̴w̵ ̸a̷r̸e̴ ̷t̵h̶e̵y̸ ̷a̷l̴t̷e̵r̸i̴n̴g̵ ̴t̵h̷e̷ ̸t̷i̷m̵e̶l̶i̵n̶e̴?̸ ̶T̶h̵e̴ ̷o̶n̷l̵y̸ ̴b̵e̵i̸n̶g̸s̷ ̶w̸h̴o̴ ̴c̸a̶n̶ ̴r̵e̸a̵c̸h̴ ̸i̷t̸ ̸a̶r̴e̷ ̵u̵s̵.̷

̵P̴e̵r̸h̸a̶p̴s̴ ̶t̴h̸e̴y̷ ̴a̶r̵e̸ ̴n̸o̸t̸ ̵r̵e̵a̸c̵h̶i̵n̸g̴ ̵u̷s̸ ̸d̸i̵r̴e̸c̸t̸l̸y̸…̷.̸.̴.̶s̸o̶m̷e̸t̴h̷i̶n̷g̵ ̵i̵s̴ ̸i̸n̵t̶e̷r̵f̶e̸r̵i̶n̴g̶ ̵w̴i̶t̶h̶ ̸t̸h̴e̴ ̸c̸o̶m̷m̷u̷n̴i̸c̵a̶t̶i̷o̶n̸.̸ ̶S̷o̸m̶e̵t̸h̴i̸n̸g̵ ̴i̷s̷ ̶c̴h̷a̸n̷g̵i̷n̷g̷ ̸t̶h̵e̴ ̶s̸t̶o̶r̸y̸.̴

̴B̸u̴t̴ ̷w̴h̷o̴?̵ ̵W̵e̷ ̵a̵r̴e̴ ̷f̴a̸r̷ ̵b̴e̸y̷o̵n̸d̶ ̸t̸h̶e̸i̶r̸ ̷r̶e̸a̴c̷h̴.̶ ̷W̷h̸a̷t̷ ̵c̴o̶u̸l̴d̶ ̶b̷e̵ ̵a̴c̶t̴i̷n̴g̸ ̷a̸s̴ ̷a̴ ̴g̷a̵t̷e̶w̵a̷y̸?̴ ̵W̷h̴o̸ ̴i̴s̴ ̴c̵o̵r̸r̶u̵p̷t̸i̴n̴g̵ ̷e̴v̶e̸r̷y̸t̶h̴i̶n̷g̶?̷

̶W̷e̶l̶l̷,̶ ̸w̶h̵y̶ ̸d̴o̷n̷'̶t̸ ̴w̶e̶ ̶a̸s̴k̶?̶ ̶I̴t̵'̶s̶ ̷q̴u̶i̴t̴e̵ ̶r̶u̷d̵e̸ ̴t̴o̵ ̴e̸a̷v̵e̴s̸d̸r̵o̴p̸ ̶o̸n̶ ̵s̴o̸m̴e̴o̵n̷e̶'̸s̴ ̴c̸o̸n̷v̴e̴r̵s̵a̵t̶i̴o̸n̵,̸ ̸y̴o̴u̶ ̶k̵n̵o̴w̶?̷

̷A̶g̵r̶e̵e̶d̵.̸ ̸I̵f̷ ̶y̴o̴u̶ ̵w̷a̷n̸t̸e̷d̶ ̴t̴o̵ ̴t̴a̷l̵k̸ ̸t̶o̵ ̶u̵s̸ ̶y̸o̸u̶ ̵c̸o̷u̷l̷d̶ ̷h̵a̷v̵e̷ ̷a̸s̶k̶e̴d̶…̵.̴y̴o̶u̷…̸.̷y̷o̷u̸ ̸a̷r̸e̴ ̷n̵o̸t̷ ̵w̴h̷o̸ ̴I̸ ̷t̸h̸o̸u̷g̴h̴t̷ ̶y̵o̷u̶ ̶w̵e̸r̵e̸.̷

̵C̴a̷n̷ ̴i̵t̶ ̸r̸e̶a̶l̶l̴y̶ ̶b̸e̷ ̴t̵h̶a̴t̶ ̶s̸u̴r̵p̵r̵i̶s̸i̶n̵g̶?̴ ̵E̶v̷e̶r̵y̶t̷h̵i̸n̴g̶ ̶i̸s̸ ̸t̸o̷o̷ ̸c̵o̷r̷r̸u̸p̵t̸e̶d̷,̶ ̴E̶v̶e̶n̸ ̷t̶h̸e̶m̷.̶

̴W̸h̷o̴ ̸a̴r̷e̶ ̸y̵o̷u̷?̴ ̵H̸o̸w̸ ̷d̸i̵d̸ ̸y̶o̸u̴ ̴g̸e̸t̴ ̵h̸e̶r̵e̶?̴ ̵H̷o̷w̸ ̸h̴a̶v̸e̴ ̵y̶o̷u̵ ̴b̴e̷e̷n̵ ̷m̷e̴s̶s̷i̸n̵g̶ ̸w̵i̴t̸h̴ ̶t̷h̵e̶ ̴f̶i̴l̷e̵s̸?̷

̴B̸r̸o̴t̸h̵e̷r̵,̵ ̷c̷o̵n̵t̴r̸o̷l̴ ̶y̸o̸u̷r̴s̴e̵l̵f̵.̸ ̵I̴t̵ ̴i̵s̷ ̵q̴u̶i̶t̵e̵ ̶a̷p̷p̶a̸r̸e̴n̸t̶ ̶t̴h̵e̸y̸ ̶h̴a̸v̴e̵ ̷n̸o̴t̵ ̸b̴e̷e̶n̷ ̷t̵h̴e̶ ̶o̴n̷e̸s̷ ̶d̵o̸i̴n̸g̶ ̷t̵h̴i̶s̸.̷ ̷S̵o̷m̵e̸o̷n̶e̸ ̴e̷l̴s̵e̸ ̷i̵s̶ ̶i̵n̸ ̷t̴h̷e̵ ̵f̷i̴l̶e̷s̷,̸ ̸t̷h̷e̸y̶'̵r̶e̵ ̶h̸e̸r̷e̵ ̸n̸o̴w̸.̵

̷C̶a̸n̵ ̵y̶o̷u̴ ̴s̶e̷e̴?̷ ̷W̶h̸o̶ ̸a̸r̵e̵ ̷t̵h̶e̸y̶?̷ ̴

̵N̷o̷.̷ ̵S̶o̸m̵e̸h̸o̵w̴ ̴t̸h̵e̴y̵ ̵h̷a̴v̴e̷ ̴b̵l̴o̸c̵k̸e̸d̶ ̶m̴y̸ ̸s̷i̵g̷h̴t̴,̸ ̸I̸ ̶c̸a̴n̴n̷o̵t̴ ̸s̸e̶e̴ ̵a̶n̶y̶t̴h̴i̴n̶g̶.̶

̵Y̷o̴u̸.̵ ̷W̷h̷o̴ ̵i̶s̸ ̸i̴t̷?̶ ̴Y̴o̴u̵ ̵a̷r̶e̶ ̸n̷o̵t̶ ̸t̸h̴e̷ ̶p̸l̵a̵y̷e̵r̸,̴ ̶f̸o̸r̷ ̴y̷o̴u̵ ̸a̷r̴e̸ ̶n̸o̶t̶ ̵I̶n̴ ̶c̶o̷n̴t̴r̷o̶l̶.̶ ̸S̶o̶ ̷w̸h̴o̸ ̷a̴r̷e̴ ̵y̸o̸u̶?̶ ̷W̶h̴a̶t̸ ̸d̸o̷ ̶y̵o̷u̶ ̵c̸o̷n̶t̴r̵o̵l̶?̷

̸T̵h̶e̸y̵,̸ ̵m̴y̷ ̷d̴e̴a̸r̷ ̵b̸r̴o̶t̶h̸e̶r̴.̶ ̶A̷r̸e̵ ̷c̸a̸l̵l̵e̴d̶ ̵t̴h̸e̷ ̸r̴e̷a̶d̶e̵r̶s̶.̸ ̶

̵T̴h̸e̷ ̶r̴e̴a̶d̷e̵r̴s̷?̴ ̴H̶o̵w̴?̷ ̴W̴e̴ ̶a̶r̴e̸ ̴n̴o̷t̴ ̸a̵ ̴b̶o̵o̸k̷?̵ ̵W̸e̸ ̷a̴r̴e̵ ̸n̵o̵t̸ ̷p̵a̵p̷e̴r̸?̷

̴N̶o̵,̶ ̵w̵e̸ ̵a̸r̴e̷ ̶n̸o̷t̴.̷ ̴B̷u̶t̶ ̸t̵h̴e̵ ̷t̴h̴i̶n̸g̵ ̵t̴h̸a̴t̸ ̸i̸s̴ ̶c̴o̷n̸n̵e̴c̴t̴i̶n̶g̶ ̴u̴s̶,̶ ̶t̵h̶e̶ ̸o̸n̸e̸ ̸t̴h̴a̷t̷ ̷c̷o̸r̷r̷u̵p̸t̶s̸ ̴t̴h̴e̴ ̴w̴o̶r̶l̵d̶,̷ ̶i̸s̶ ̵h̵o̴w̶ ̶i̸t̵ ̵i̵s̸ ̶p̶e̸r̸c̷e̸i̸v̵i̸n̴g̴ ̴u̶s̴ ̵t̷o̷ ̵t̷h̶e̶m̸.̴ ̶S̴o̵ ̵t̶h̵e̸y̷ ̶c̵a̵n̵ ̶u̵n̶d̶e̷r̵s̷t̵a̸n̸d̷.̵ ̴

̵F̴o̴r̸ ̴h̸o̸w̷?̸ ̵W̵h̸a̵t̴ ̵c̵o̴u̶l̸d̴ ̷i̴t̸ ̶p̶o̴s̶s̶i̸b̶l̵y̶ ̴w̸a̴n̶t̸ ̷t̶h̵e̶m̵ ̷t̶o̵ ̴u̸n̸d̷e̵r̴s̵t̷a̸n̴d̴?̷ ̷W̵h̶a̵t̶ ̷d̴o̴e̵s̴ ̵i̵t̷ ̸w̷a̶n̶t̸ ̶w̸i̴t̷h̸ ̷t̷h̷i̶s̴ ̶w̶o̴r̸l̷d̵?̶

̵I̴t̷ ̶i̷s̵ ̵s̶e̶l̷f̶i̷s̵h̸.̸ ̴I̷t̷ ̶i̵s̴ ̶m̵a̵k̴i̴n̸g̶ ̷t̸h̵i̶s̸ ̶w̸o̴r̴l̶d̷ ̴i̵n̵t̴o̵ ̶i̸t̴s̶ ̸o̸w̸n̴.̴ ̸I̷t̷ ̵i̷s̵ ̷m̴a̵k̷i̸n̷g̷ ̷t̸h̴i̵s̸ ̶w̸o̴r̷l̶d̴ ̷t̴h̶e̸i̸r̷s̴.̶

̴F̶o̸r̶ ̵w̴h̵a̵t̵ ̸r̶e̶a̶s̴o̴n̴?̵

̶I̶ ̴d̸o̷ ̶n̵o̴t̸ ̵k̵n̵o̴w̵,̸ ̵b̷u̵t̵ ̶w̵e̵ ̴m̷u̵s̴t̷ ̵f̵i̶x̷ ̵t̷h̸i̵s̵.̸ ̸W̵e̷ ̷m̴u̵s̴t̴ ̸b̷a̶n̶i̷s̴h̷ ̴i̵t̸ ̸b̸e̵f̶o̴r̵e̸ ̵t̶h̸e̷ ̵t̷i̷m̸e̷l̴i̸n̵e̴ ̸c̷o̸m̴p̶l̸e̸t̶e̷l̶y̵ ̸b̴r̵e̵a̶k̸s̴.̸

̵T̶h̵e̷ ̴t̶i̴m̷e̶ ̴t̸r̵a̵v̷e̷l̴e̷r̴,̵ ̸w̷e̶ ̷m̴u̸s̸t̷ ̵s̴e̴n̶d̷ ̴h̷i̷m̷ ̷t̶o̴ ̴b̵a̵n̶i̶s̵h̶ ̸i̵t̶.̵ ̷H̵e̶ ̵k̵n̶o̷w̷s̸ ̵w̴h̵o̷ ̶w̴e̵ ̷a̶r̵e̸.̴ ̷I̷t̸ ̶i̷s̴ ̶c̴l̶e̶a̴r̴ ̴w̶h̵o̷ ̵t̵h̸e̸y̴ ̷a̶r̸e̶ ̷a̷f̸t̷e̷r̶ ̷i̵s̶ ̴i̴t̸ ̶n̷o̴t̵?̶ ̷

̷Y̷e̷s̷,̴ ̶t̶h̴e̶ ̶c̷h̴i̴l̶d̵.̶ ̴I̷n̴ ̸t̴h̵e̵ ̶o̴r̸i̸g̶i̶n̸a̶l̷ ̵t̶i̶m̷e̵l̸i̵n̴e̷ ̶h̷e̸ ̶w̷a̶s̴ ̴b̵e̸a̴t̶e̶n̷,̵ ̶b̶r̷o̶k̷e̵n̸,̷ ̸a̶n̸d̷ ̸f̶o̵r̸g̸o̴t̵t̸e̷n̶.̵ ̸P̵e̵r̶h̴a̵p̵s̷ ̵t̶h̶a̸t̵ ̵i̴s̸ ̶w̷h̶a̴t̵ ̸i̷t̵ ̷w̷a̷n̴t̵s̶?̵ ̸T̶o̴ ̵s̸t̷o̵p̵ ̵t̴h̸a̸t̶ ̷f̷r̵o̷m̷ ̷h̷a̵p̶p̴e̷n̵i̵n̵g̴?̷

̷P̴e̴r̴h̵a̶p̷s̸.̷ ̵O̸r̵ ̶m̴a̵y̶b̷e̶ ̵t̸h̷a̴t̸'̶s̷ ̸w̷h̴a̸t̶ ̵t̶h̵e̷y̸ ̶w̴a̸n̴t̴?̵ ̵T̵h̶e̶y̵ ̴a̸r̷e̸ ̶s̷t̵i̵l̴l̴ ̶h̷e̷r̵e̵,̶ ̴l̸i̶s̴t̷e̸n̷i̴n̵g̸.̷ ̶

̵I̸ ̴d̷o̸ ̶n̵o̴t̸ ̴k̸n̸o̵w̴.̶ ̴B̸r̶o̷t̵h̸e̴r̵.̶.̴.̶w̸h̷y̴ ̶a̷r̷e̴ ̶y̸o̸u̵ ̴h̶e̸r̴e̸?̸ ̵W̴h̵a̴t̸ ̷d̴o̵ ̵y̷o̵u̷ ̶w̷i̵s̶h̸ ̵t̸o̴ ̵d̴o̶ ̷h̶e̴r̶e̵?̶ ̷I̸n̷ ̸t̸h̵i̷s̷ ̴w̵o̸r̷l̸d̷?̷

̵T̵h̴e̵y̸ ̶c̶a̶n̵ ̵n̴o̷t̴ ̸a̵n̷s̴w̵e̷r̷ ̴u̴s̴,̶ ̷T̴h̴e̶y̶ ̴c̸a̸n̷ ̴o̷n̷l̶y̵ ̶l̸i̴s̵t̴e̸n̷.̴ ̷I̴t̴ ̸d̷o̸e̴s̵ ̴n̵o̴t̶ ̸w̶i̸s̸h̴ ̵f̸o̵r̴ ̵u̴s̵ ̵t̵o̵ ̴c̴o̸m̷m̷u̶n̴i̵c̵a̵t̷e̸ ̷w̶i̵t̶h̶ ̶t̵h̶e̶m̴.̵

̴W̸h̴a̴t̵ ̴a̴ ̸c̵r̵u̷e̴l̵ ̸b̷e̶i̴n̴g̷.̴̶

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You can't change history, he knows that. That's why he becomes a little piece like many others, but he and these other little pieces are usually not from the same world. Most of them came by chance, it didn't matter if they wanted to stay. They could go on and observe. Each time he watched and wandered, his age and appearance changed:

"An apple tea please," says a guest to a young waiter serving him. "Anything else, sir?" the waiter asks the blond young man with the sapphire blue eyes. "No, thank you," says the young man and continues reading his newspaper. He too has noticed the arrival of his friend. Karlos. "It took you a long time," he said monotonously to his new acquaintance, who shifted nervously in his seat. "It wasn't easy to find you! Daniel, why here? In Gotham!" he hissed quietly. That's right, Daniel, or as he's actually called, Thomas or Tommy, has chosen a completely different place than usual. Normally a different dimension or the old bunker under his house.

But there are other ways to be part of the story, even if you're not supposed to be. But there are always ways, aren't there?

He hears the trembling, the uneven breathing of his comrades. Today with 50 soldiers against 50 other soldiers, he is one of them, but now there are only four, him, Viktor aka Vik, Lazar and Steve.

Steve was badly wounded that day, he remembers it vividly. "Commander Vik, will he survive?" Benedikt asks his commander in a monotone, looking at him grimly. "Probably not, I can't say," he replies. Benedikt picks up his rifle and leaves. Actually, he just wanted to have a look around the area where he could best fake his death. "Where to?" asked Lazar, the gun at Benedikt's head, his hand trembling slightly as if he didn't want to shoot, but he did. But Tommy Benedikt knew better. Slowly, Benedikt raised his scarred, broken hands and turned round, his older, war-bitter eyes meeting the desperate eyes of Lazar, who looked at him, broken. It was the terrible look of a broken man who didn't know if it was still worth living, Benedikt didn't know if it was right to keep fighting. 

Being part of someone else's story is normal for someone like him, others have done it too. Nevertheless, this is his story, but other stories are also important. He remembers one journey very clearly:

An elegant dance was the fight against each other. The two combatants often had their blades in hand before James made a move, gaining the advantage by going on the offensive, holding Tommy back at every opportunity and putting him on the defensive, even kicking him in the chest, knocking him to the ground, before returning to keep Karl at bay, because if he saw Tommy on the ground, he would go on the offensive. That gave Tommy time to get up and continue the fight, dusting himself off, tying his cape and picking up his weapon, only more determined to win every time he got up. "TELL THE TRUTH! WHO ARE YOU?!" screamed James.

His morale didn't waver, but his confidence did, each time he fell James had more time to continue the attack, to catch his breath, to live.

Karl saw the grin on James' face, just beneath the mask it was still visible despite everything, the madman's smock, the mask and the armour. Then Tommy decided it was time. He saw his chance. One last push to bring James down. Instead of rushing at him, he took his time, coming up with his back to him, still facing Karl. 

He raised his blade to stab the man in the back.  

And then? 

James had hit his axe with his blade. Tommy stared at James' face through the mask, which hid any expression he might have shown at that moment, and Tommy smiled. Tommy lifted his leg and kicked James' leg with all his strength.  James lost his balance, swayed on the platform and then fell because of the heavy armour.

Karl was at a distance, staying back. He grabbed his and started firing at his enemies, but they were too fast and were already running to attack his friends. 

George had the right flank, Tommy the left, George quickly drew his knife and ran towards Nikolas, their weapons colliding. Tommy ran towards James.

When did James come back? "I WILL FOLLOW YOU TO THE END OF THE WORLD UNTIL YOU TALK!" he shouted, knocking Tommy to the ground with a speed that not even Tommy could have predicted. James grabbed Tommy's arm and flipped him over. He whimpered slightly in pain to James' amusement. "You and me, we could have ruled the world! We would have been a family, that's what you always wanted, a family! BUT YOU KILLED ME AND NICOLAS, YOU STUPID BOY!" he shouted with a fury Tommy had never experienced before. Speaking of family, he had lied about that. He already had a family, in his own dimension, but James didn't need to know that. Instead of waking up: he shouted "KARL WE'RE GOING." Yeah, probably not very smart, but hey.

So a door opens beneath him, leading to his room where he sleeps. Astonished, James looked after him. Poof, the portal is gone. Nicolas comes out of the other building: "Chief?"

Now I'm in front of people I wanted to leave. People who are disgusting, who think they're good for me. They're fools who play games they don't understand. Don't want to understand! Their idiocy is remarkable, I'm sure even Karl has never seen anything like it. And they called Tommy selfish, what brainless, incomprehensible people. But how did he end up back where he didn't want to be?

Tommy's limbs begin to tremble. The trembling roots from the pit in his heart and spreads from his shoulders down to his arms and back, the kind of trembling that comes not from sickness or weakness, but from bone-deep, aching hatred. Branches curl into claws and their roots look like the curved spines on the backs of nightmarish creatures. The sun has sunk so low that when Tommy discovers a fountain in front of him, the water gushing from beneath the feet of a statue is coloured dark red. It suffocates him, his spinal cord feels like fire and his blood like ice. The two collide. As if his body were being separated and reassembled. As if he were falling into lava, as if he were being suffocated!

One woman's hand reaches for the sky, while the other has a firm grip on a sword driven deep into the blood. Were it not for the cracks and crevices that weather and wind have cut into the stone, and the diamonds where the pupils of her eyes should be, it would seem as if the woman would tremble and shake at any moment as her limbs struggle against the shackles of time, releasing her from a thousand years of sleep. So she simply stands there, stretching out a pair of wings behind her back, the lattice of obsidian-black feathers casting a long shadow on the person seated beneath.

Feet set on the path, maybe it's the fists curling and uncurling at his sides, or the petrified look on his face - but tommy shoots up as soon as he calms down.

At the moment, disbelief makes everything else gloomy. Is this what a man on the brink of success looks like? He looked at James' face for a moment. tommy doesn't want to think about it. The heavy feeling in his chest is driving him mad, overwhelming even the throbbing sensation of a visceral wound that isn't physically there.

His head hurts, his throat feels like it's clogged, and the back of his eyes feel like they're on fire. Everything he feels only intensifies the frustration that has built up inside him. He starts to sob, it hurts too much.He had given up all shame and cried.

He is vulnerable. He is hurt. He's so fucking pissed at this world for bringing him back and telling him he could win blindfolded against a man who has mirrors reflecting his hand. I think it's pain, but it's also kind of not. It blinds him.

Then he wakes up. A familiar voice speaks to him: "Tommy, you're awake!" It's Fundy, his "nephew". Tommy doesn't particularly like Fundy, but he doesn't hate him either, he simply accepts him.     Tommy had better put on his wounded, innocent mask and ask: "Fundy... What happened?" Fundy looks at him with a raised eyebrow, which is not surprising. "Do you remember anything?" Tommy shakes his head innocently.

"Don't you remember when Dream tried to take you away?"

"Yes, I remember, but it's all so fuzzy. I don't know exactly what happened.".

"Tell me what you remember when you were gone?"

Tommy had to think of something quickly. While he was thinking about it, Fundy was probably getting Tubbo, Schlatt, Technoblade and a few others. Bloody hell, think, think!

He remembers a legendary sentence from a traveller: "I saw the birth of the universe and I watched time run out, moment by moment, until there was nothing left," he said honestly.   The traveller had shown him the birth of a universe. "No time. Absolute silence. Just me."

His voice was quiet, the quietest it had ever been.

It was also true that he had looked at things he wanted to remember. He's been swallowed by entire universes and nearly killed several times. "I've seen universes freeze and creations burn. I've seen things you wouldn't believe, Techno,"' he threw dramatically at Techno, tears welling up in his eyes, not real but looking very well faked.

Maybe you would believe him after all, but who knows? He watched as a maniac named Playday almost forced him to play a deadly game - much like Quackerjack from the cartoon Darkwing Duck.   Maybe he should go there and steal a toy from Quackerjack as a souvenir.   

"Tommy, you're talking in riddles!" a dark voice said to him. Tommy had hoped that he would stay dead a little longer, but he was never good at hoping. Without him realising it, Dream was there too, watching him closely. Like a lion that has just regained its cub, or a bird looking for its chick that tried to fly but couldn't because it didn't have enough feathers.

"I think Theseus should stay with us for a while," said Techno, wrapping his arm around him.

It was one of those moments when he wished he could be a detective and smoke a cigar.

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Do you know the feeling of calm? The feeling that you can relax, that you have the feeling of being yourself. It's as if you have nothing to do, all your worries become unimportant, like idiots arguing. Even if you want to do something again after a certain time, but your body won't let you. You can't be one with your mind and your body. You can't be yourself, that's what many thousands of men and women told him on his way as a young traveller. 

And he needed the peace and quiet as a young traveller. He needed to rest as a human being in a dimension where he was a "streamer", where the DSMP was not real, but a pure comedy. A story of war, betrayal, hatred and corruption. He could see a thousand, but a thousand stories being written, he couldn't see, couldn't read what was in them. Why couldn't he? He tried again and again, but it always became a blur or he suddenly felt sick. He asked the others, Karl fainted, Vik was in hellish pain, George went blind for a short time. But why only? He didn't understand it, so he asked someone to read it to him. 

Breathe in

Breathing out 

He could no longer hear anything. It was as if cotton wool had been stuffed into his ears or he was deaf. He couldn't lose his cool, he couldn't or bad things would happen to him.

Something was blocking him from reading it. But why? He had an idea, a simple but realistic idea. You don't want him to know too much, you don't want him to see and read his own story one day. Tommy knows himself that he is not real, not real in actual reality, but in his reality he is The Young Traveller Red.

So philosophical.

Speaking of philosophical. He once heard a little sentence that he still doesn't really understand. No matter what the others say, he doesn't understand. This sentence has something to do with death and then again it doesn't. It read: "So the most terrible evil, death, has no meaning for us, because for some it is not there, for others it is no longer there," his old friend replied: 

"There's nothing wrong with not living. For those who come to this realisation, death loses its horror. At the end of our lives, all perception of ourselves and the world ceases because body and soul separate. So we don't need to be afraid of the end of our lives, because we won't experience it: 'When death is here, we are no longer here, and as long as we are here, death is still far away. The finiteness of our lives is not a horror, but an invitation to make the most of our time."

So philosophical

Another topic would be relevant for those who are not interested in the world of philosophers and truths. It would be more interesting for them to know that he knows that they are all not real.

This little cabin, the thick fabric of Technoblade's red coat, the meat in the soup.

Not true, that's why Tommy doesn't worry.

Isn't that right, dear reader?

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Sooo ye

I have an idea of this will be continued, but no idea how to end this.

And im not more in the fandom, if someone wants. He can "continue" it on his own, but ye.

If you still want read some of my work, im mostly online on fanfiction.net as "shiro.d kumo"

I have still one chapter for the book, but not sure if its will be launched soon

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After three days he is allowed back, back to his hill. As much as he hates it, as much as he loves it, he is haunted by a hazy memory of being up there. Tommy remembers he was here with schlatt, the Aries hybrid with an icy stare and the personality of Adolf Hitler.

He should know, he was hitlerjunge for a short time. Well, after himmler found out it wasn't, so it was. But that's another story!

He closes his eyes briefly and opens them again immediately when he hears stomping, he can't hear it directly, is it techno? No, he would have been quiet, even though his enormous size and physical heat would have given him away. Maybe Philza? Couldn't be, there are no crows following him with watchful eyes. Or is it-

He can only be, can't he?

The man who is to blame for his exile. How he hates him, that manipulative way.

"Dream, come out" a slight chuckle sounded as the man in the mask came out of the shadows. No, that wasn't his voice, was it? "Your hearing has improved amazingly, one would think you were a wolf hybrid" spoke dream- no not dream. His wasn't like that, his was deep but dream's voice was reasonably 'nice'. Not as raspy, and deep, not as vicious as von-.

"Schlatt, so it's you?" asked Tommy as he turned, even if it was ironic, right who it was. The ram in the suit, healthier than ever. Memories came flooding back as Tommy recalled how the older man died, of course, at the hands of someone else. Cough, sleepyhead, cough. But nobody needs to know that, but what he wants to know is why he's alive again! "So you're alive? How?" he asked wryly as he turned to watch the landscape, the fox ambushing the rabbits, the birds snatching a rat from each other.

"A cruel beauty, don't you think?"

"Shut up and answer my fucking question."

A grin forms, a wicked smile. "You're not fooling me, not again" tommy looks back, those ocean blue eyes looking straight at him. But tommy stays still, and Schlatt blushes, not the perverted red. The red when he sees something unspeakable, those eyes he saw once, but this time they are someone else's eyes. His eyes tell stories of truth and lies, blood and honour, war and peace, wealth and poverty.

"Through help, after you have died." My son

The blond said nothing as he looked closer. This face reminds him of a man he feared, yet loved. It would be wrong to say that he did not see his brother. His little brother with the horns of a ram and the black uniform.

He is torn from thoughts of long forgotten times. "Has the cat got your tongue?" said tommy, and left. Nonchalance, like grace, he walked. So he would float.

The ram was envious of this nonchalance and grace.

[Where else]

It is a cold night, a dark night. But the moon gave light. Cool air hit his face, he would enjoy it. Sitting on the mountain, longing for his best friend. If tubbo wasn't on his way to his best friend.

"You've lost that privilege" a cold, yet such a voice that evokes a desire to see does answer. He wants to grab it, this one bright voice that has long disappeared from his life. But he cannot grasp it.

"What are you talking about, Tommy?"

Blue, round but bitter, hateful eyes. He can't breathe, he sees whole worlds. Full of lies and deceit. Tubbo's eyes tear open, the moon is reflected in both his eyes, big and round like two pearls, surrounded by a huge cloth of shimmering sea. a beautiful transformation, but the hatred remains! It strikes Tubbo that this is the first time they have both really seen each other - peering through the hatred and the questions with no end sign, beyond the moulds and frames they have been put in - and realising that before him is a complete stranger. Even in walking in on both of them, the blond one had that look too. Even if it was a fleeting glance.

The person of whom tubbo has so far only caught a glimpse does not run away or hide again in his prison of boundless lies. He stays and looks back at tubbo. "Are you going to say anything else! Or are you going to send me away for good!" he growled out as he stared down. Tubbo hadn't felt this... this inferior since Schlatt's temporary death!

"Tubbo?"

Tommy's look turned to sudden concern. "Tubbo?" tommy continues to look at him, unable to move. "Tubbo?!" it is this moment that he hates so much. "TUBBO, ANSWER ME!"

He is clearly aware that his name is being called again and again. Of hands reaching for him and desperate blue eyes. He is not worthy of such eyes looking at him. Looking as if he has been abandoned, again. No, wait- he hears something, someone growling at him. This growl is coming from techno, to get him away from tommy, when did he start clinging to tommy like a child who won't let go of his teddy? He feels cold gripping every part of his body without the rain beating down on him. Wait, when did it start raining? A pressure builds in tubbo's chest, but his throat is closed and there is no escape for matter or light, only memories and feelings tangle their patterns. All the castles he has built in his mind are crumbling, summer gardens sinking into a bleak winter. It was all a dream, a beautiful fairy tale, too good to be true -.

"Have you gone mad tubbo?!" tubbo doesn't hear, he doesn't understand. Why is he being shouted at? Since when is techno here? Wait techno? When did he come here? His heart is beating harder, much harder! He wants to get out of here! He has to get out of here; calm down, of course!

He can't breathe, his lungs no longer produce CO2. He needs air, his neck is squeezing, he's drowning.

"NIKKI HE NEEDS HELP!"

"TECHNO STOP IT I WANT TO KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON!"

He heard this voice. It screams for him, it demands him, the voice wants to be held by him like a child. Little mystery thomas. Brave mystery full of thomas! His thoughts turn bitter as he gets less air.

And everything is gonna be black

[Somewhere else after a few hours]

"Keep it up and we'll fly up!"

"You're a good talker!"

"HE?!"

"JUST STOP FUCKING KARL!"

They argue, but no one knows why. Not the jack, not the pig, not even the mask-wearer. Tell me what's wrong, or what's right! Dear reader, you'll have to wait again!