- Tommy wakes up with a throbbing pain in his head and a lack of memory of what caused it. Luckily, a friend is there to help. -
Chapter Two: Crater
- Helping Tubbo clean up L’manhole is easier said than done, especially when you keep forgetting shit. -
Chapter Three: Tomato Farm 🔪
- Tommy decides to pick up a new hobby, but finds himself washed away in the process. -
Chapter Four: A Second Chance 🔪
- Tommy wakes up on a frozen beach after… shit, he can’t remember. Oh well, maybe this stranger who appears to know him will help! -
Chapter Five: Meetings
- Tommy’s body is stuck in the realm of the gods and XD is NOT happy about it. -
Chapter Six: North 🔪
- Tommy finally goes home, but meets someone new along the way. She’s nice and all, but…she’s also kinda a bitch… -
Chapter Seven: How to Sex—Totally Not a Suspicious Name
- Tommy has the great idea of making a diary to help with his memory! Shenanigans ensue. -
Chapter Eight: How to Sex
- Tommy’s first personal note to himself. -
Chapter Nine: A (Platonic) Marriage
- Tommy doesn’t want to do anything, but Amnesia won’t let him sulk. -
Chapter Ten: How to Sex: Entry #2
- Tommy writes in an attempt to cope with his problems. -
Chapter 11: Pay Back 🔪
- Tommy wakes up to a brutal beating; it’s a shame what’s given up to make it stop. -
Chapter 12: How to Sex: Where Did He Go?
- Drista gets curious and writes her own entry in Tommy’s diary. -
Chapter 13: Ghosting 🔪
- Dream teaches Tommy a lesson or two, including the ground rules for his new home. -
Chapter 14: Hook, Line, Sinker 🔪
- Tommy struggles to feel peaceful despite the calm, and Drista argues with her brother until they both come to an agreement. -
Chapter 15: Prey Must Adapt If It Wants To Survive A Predator
- Maybe exile isn’t all that bad, and who the hell is that? -
Chapter 16: Christmas Brings Everyone Together
- A lot of things can happen at Christmas. For Tommy, he was scared of what could happen. Luckily, Phil is there to help him. Only issue, who the hell is Phil?? -
Chapter 17: How to Sex: Entry #4?
- Tommy doesn’t know what to think about his old friend, but he does know that he misses Amnesia. -
Chapter 18: Happy Christmas?
- Phil reminisces on what used to be, and hopes for what could be. -
Chapter 19: Buenas Noches Prostituta
- The struggles of having to keep control of a stray man who’s just trying to get back home to Tijuana. -
Chapter 20: How to Sex
- Maybe writing will help Tommy? -
Chapter 21: We Are All Just Prisoners Here Of Our Own Device 🔪
- Tommy can’t remember what the holiday is called, but it’s the season of mercy! No, wait…season of giving! That’s what it is. -
Chapter 22: Living It Up At The Hotel California 🔪
- Tommy struggles to realize what’s real and not real. Luckily, Dream is there to help! -
Chapter 23: Such a Lovely Place, Such a Lovely Face 🔪
- Hallucinations are a bitch. -
Chapter 24: How to Sex
Chapter 25: The Edge 🔪
- Tommy tries to find a solution to his issues, and succeeds. -
Chapter 26 (Alternate Ending): You Can Check Out Anytime You’d Like, But You Can Never Leave 🔪
- Alternate ending from chapter 25. -
Epilogue (Alternate Ending pt.2): Man Am I The Greatest 🔪
i met some new friends. MD and mamacita and the green fuck is here too. i would prefer if dream wasnt here but hes just a dick and shows up whenever the fuck he wants. md and mamacita are good though but i think they broke up? they had a big fight anyway and mamacita is no where to be seen. md seems okay hes laughing and everything but its not hard to tell the man misses his girlfriend. hes very weak not at all like me. i cant busy myself with girls im too good for that theyd only be a distraction in exile. the only girl i can worry about right now is amnesia but shes not here. shed be able to get me out of here. maybe shell come back for christmas though and we can all celebrate and have fun despite the green fucks presence. i think its going to be a good christmas
Synopsis: The struggles of having to keep control of a stray man who’s just trying to get back home to Tijuana.
This chapter was written by me.
“Ay man why are you looking at me like that? You racist or something? I should report you to the cops, man. They won’t do anything, but it’ll scare you enough to stop staring at a hispanic man!” Despite the words said, Tommy stares dumbfoundedly at the man in front of him, who proceeds to cross his arms and get infinitely closer to the boy, looking him up and down with a raised eyebrow.
Normally Tommy would be able to hide behind whoever else is there, like Phil, but the moment he turned around, hoping for the winged man to intervene, Tommy realized he had disappeared. “Damn you, man I hardly know…”
Tommy turns back around, facing the stranger who now looks at him expectedly. “Um, listen man, I can promise that I’m not racist! Actually, I have a hispanic friend! He taught me something in Spanish that I’m supposed to say if I ever meet another hispanic! How does it go…”
The stranger watches Tommy carefully, anticipating what he’ll say next.
“Oh! It was, buenas noches prostituta!” Tommy’s bright smile doesn’t falter, not even when the stranger looks at him in bewilderment. It’s one thing for the boy to call him a prostitute, but the way he pronounced it? Bwen-ace no-chase prostituta? How is it that the only word the boy pronounced currently was the one calling him a prostitute?
“I need you to never speak Spanish again, man.”
“What?! But I thought I did great! Did you not hear me? I was like a right hispanic, mexican man!” As the stranger walks away, Tommy follows, attempting to prove his talent.
“Mexican man is not my name, cabrón. I think maybe you need a lesson in how to introduce yourself, man.”
“I’m telling you! Buenas noches prostituta! See, I said it perfectly! Buenas noches prostituta. I did it again!!” Tommy continues to follow the man around, much to the man’s dismay.
“Um, why does he keep saying that?” Tommy flips his head around to see a muscular woman about an inch taller than him. Just when Tommy can’t get more shocked, the strange man he was following runs towards the woman before jumping into her arms.
“Mamacita! Save me! It’s a white boy, and he’s trying to speak Spanish!” The man fake cries into ‘Mamacita’’s arms, as the woman becomes very caring towards him.
“Oh, come here. I know what’ll help you!” The woman cradles him in her arms, walking him over to a stray table that Tommy had left behind. She pulls out a small rolled up bag, filled with some sort of green leaves and flakes.
Tommy’s eyes widen, “Woah woah woah!! If that’s what I think it is, you should know that I’m a minor!!!”
Mamacita and the man look back and forth at each other before speaking, “Well, I’m not kicking the child out.”
The man visibly saddens, “Fine, we’ll just build a house so we can have our own space, man!” Immediately the man gets to work, constructing an outline for the walls.
“What the fuck are those?! Those are not walls!” Tommy moves the man's house outline, aligning the walls to look nicer, before standing proudly, admiring his work. “Now those are walls!”
“AY, MAN STOP TALKING ABOUT WALLS!! I DON’T NEED THAT BULLSHIT IN MY LIFE, YOU UNDERSTAND, MAN?!”
Tommy was torn between laughing and apologizing, so naturally, he laughed. “I’m Tommy, but you can call me The Greatest.”
“I’m not calling you that, man.”
“Please?”
“No, man.” The man walked forward, putting a hand on Tommy’s shoulder, “But I will tell you my name. It’s Mexican Dream, man. I’m surprised you didn’t realize this sooner, amigo. You’re not too smart, man.” An arm wraps around Mexican Dream’s shoulders, making him blush as a higher pitched voice chimed in.
“He is right, you know. You’re very childish and not very bright.” Mamacita gave Mexican Dream a kiss on the forehead, making Tommy gag.
“I don’t like you very much, Mamacita.” Just as Tommy glared at Mamacita, Mexican Dream glared at Tommy.
“Ay, man. You talking shit to my girlfriend? Hm? I don’t think you wanna go there, man. You don’t know the things I’ve done for Juan Mendez, and you don’t wanna know. Got it, man?”
Tommy nodded in response, slightly scared of the duo in front of him.
“Good, man. I wouldn’t want there to be any problems between us. Now, help me build our house, man.”
- timeset noon -
“So MD, what kind of flooring do you want for your new house? I can get you anything.”
“MD? What’s that supposed to mean, man? Mega Dick? It’s pretty accurate–”
“No! It means Mexican Dream! I don’t need to know any of that!” Tommy burst out laughing. He was having more fun than he had expected with Mexican Dream.
“You said you could get me anything, Tomás? I crave the concrete of my homeland. Can you get me that, man?”
“Ah, you want piss floor. I got you, MD. No worries.” Just like that, Tommy started filling in the flooring of Mexican Dream’s house with a deep yellow concrete. Mexican Dream did not complain.
- timeset evening -
“NO!! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME, MAMACITA?!!!”
“I didn’t do anything, I swear! I swear!”
“Tomás! Did you or did you not see Mamacita with Juan Mendez earlier, man?! Tell me, man!” Tommy had never seen Mexican Dream this frantic and upset. To be fair, he hadn’t known Mexican Dream very long, but it still gets his point across. He supposed that he owed the man the truth, especially in this situation.
“I did.” It was so quiet, but it was enough. Enough for Mexican Dream to look at Mamacita with betrayal. Enough for Mamacita to fall at the man’s feet and beg for forgiveness. Enough for Mexican Dream to cry as he told Mamacita to go back home to Tijuana, without him.
-
The first couple days had been rough, but Mexican Dream found a way to cope. He found a new friend. Not such a new friend for Tommy, though. He wasn’t a big fan, at all.
“Ay, ay, papa Tomás, you gotta teach your child some fucking manners–” Mexican Dream was suddenly silent, turning back and forth between Tommy and the arrow pointed straight at the man. “Woah, he’s mugging me, man.”
None of the men could hold back their laughter, Mexican Dream had gotten funnier since he became single. It was a sad situation, but it was a good outcome for the men.
Suddenly, Mexican Dream continued his joke, “He thinks I’m going to allow this man? He’s in the wrong fucking barrio, man.”
The arrow poked against Mexican Dream’s head before pulling back, “Drop the grass block, that’s a valuable here.” Mexican Dream could only stare at his doppelgänger in return.
“Oh yeah?” Mexican Dream pulled out a music player, playing llora at an almost head-hurting volume. “Drop them moves! Let’s go, baby!” The man got impossibly close to Dream, dancing against him.
Dream turned towards Tommy with an uncomfortable look on his face, “I don’t like Mexican Dream. Mexican Dream is weird.”
A long beat of silence stood between the men as Mexican Dream turned to face Dream again.
“Hijo de la chingada madre vas a escuchar, hijo de tu puta madre.” Mexican Dream followed after Dream as he took long strides away, faster than walking, but trying to not seem scared.
“What, wait. What are you doing?! Is he cursing me? Putting a spell on me or something?! I can’t tell!” Dream’s strides quickly turned into a run, but he couldn’t outpace the smaller man.
It didn’t end well for Dream.
-
“Ay, listen, man, I don’t like this Dream man. He keeps giving me handouts, man! I don’t know that I can stay here for Christmas if he keeps acting like this, man. Can you talk to him? He’s like your father, right? Papa Tomás?”
“MD, we’ve been over this. Dream isn’t my father. He’s basically like my main enemy, actually.”
“Same difference, man. Talk to him, Tomás. For me.”
Tommy sighed. He had a bit of a soft spot for this man. “Fine.”
“Ay, thank you, man!” Mexican Dream began walking away, going straight towards Dream. If you hate him so much then why do you go right to him?
Tommy wouldn’t complain. Well, he would. But not right now. Right now, he’ll watch as Mexican Dream slaps Dream with a piece of raw beef and runs away screaming “That’s for the handouts, man!”
Synopsis: Phil reminisces on what used to be, and hopes for what could be.
This chapter was written by me.
“So, Phil. Why the FUCK are we doing this again?” Tommy shivered in his spot despite the fluffy parka wrapped around him. Phil couldn’t blame him too much, though. The kid was practically skin and bones.
“Tom, I’ve told you that if you want to go back inside that it’s okay. I can decorate the tree myself.” Part of Phil almost wanted Tommy to go back inside; the kid was ruining the tree with how he haphazardly tossed ornaments on, not caring about the look of it. Although he should’ve expected it, what with Tommy picking out a tree made of twigs.
“No! I’m staying out here. I’m not going to back down just because a little snow decided to show up on the day that we’re decorating this tree! Just…why did we have to do it today, man?” Phil wasn’t surprised with Tommy’s demeanor, it was just like him. It was also just like him to make a present for his prized duck, and not Phil.
Phil wasn’t jealous of the flower scarf that Tommy made for Quackers, but he did find it sweet how the boy cared so much for a duck. (Tommy did not find it sweet and proceeded to yell at the older man for thinking he could even have such strong emotions for an animal). Nonetheless, Phil was somewhat proud of his son-like figure. Maybe one day they could truly be like father and son. Phil had always felt so protective over the boy despite Tommy’s struggle with being family-oriented (Though, Phil has a theory that it’s quite the opposite), the older man had hoped that they could do better once this exile thing settles down. Until then, he’ll be sure that Tommy knows someone is waiting for him on the other side.
“Y’know what, mate? We’ll take a break. Besides, we could use a bit of relaxation.” Setting down their decorations, Tommy let out a heavy sigh of relief before rushing to follow Phil back to the hut.
“Ayy, did you amigos say relaxation? I might know something about that, man.”
Synopsis: Tommy doesn’t know what to think about his old friend, but he does know that he misses Amnesia.
This chapter was written by me.
Entry #1 Entry #4
So theres this guy, Phil, or whateverthefuck. He just like showed up for christmas?? Im not sure what this guy is getting at, but im not sure i can trust him. besides if he was really that close to me then he wouldve fucking visited a lot more often than just today but hes been pretty alright so ill let him be for now. maybe later ill beat him around a bit, see what hes up to but if hes gonna celebrate christmas with me then maybe ill get a few presents out of him first. yeah, thats what ill do. i miss amnesia
Synopsis: A lot of things can happen at Christmas. For Tommy, he was scared of what could happen. Luckily, Phil is there to help him. Only issue, who the hell is Phil??
This chapter was written by me.
Tommy looks at him and feels like he’s at home, but he has no idea who the man standing in front of him is. He feels very familial, but Tommy is unsure of his family. He’s forgotten so much, it’s hard to trust anything from his past.
“How are you doing, mate?” The man has a cheerful voice and a bright smile, clearly knowing who Tommy is.
“Who are you?”
“I’m Phil! Don’t you remember me?” His smile doesn’t falter, despite the strange question from Tommy.
“I have no idea who you are. Actually, I don’t really know who anyone is nowadays. Heh.” Tommy rubs the back of his head sheepishly, he’s never been so casual about his memory loss with someone before, but he feels that he can trust this Phil guy.
“Funny as always, mate!” Phil plays Tommy’s weird words off, thinking they’re only a joke.
Tommy feels awkward. The only person to visit him in exile has been Dream, who’s to say that Phil isn’t exactly like him? Still, Tommy takes a chance, the only thought in his head being it can’t possibly get worse.
“So, why are you here?” He has no idea why anyone would visit him, much less a stranger who he doesn’t even remember.
“It’s almost Christmas, Tommy! I couldn’t let you celebrate alone.”
“Christmas? But, doesn’t it have to be snowing in order for it to count?” Apparently Tommy’s memory of Christmas hasn’t been lost yet.
“It’s going to snow in a couple days, mate. That’s why I came early, to help you prepare! Now why don’t you go find a tree you like, and I’ll chop it down for you.”
“A tree I like…okay.” He’s only known this man for ten seconds and already he’s being ordered around. Tommy doesn’t enjoy it, but he supposes that it’s better than getting a beating.
- timeset noon -
“Ay, Phil! I found it!” Tommy’s smile shines brightly as he poses proudly.
Phil feels dumbfounded staring at the puny tree. It hardly had any green on it, being made up of mostly twigs and branches, but Tommy seemed to love it all the same.
“Well then, let’s get it back to camp. Sound good, mate?”
Tommy was shocked with how willing Phil was to celebrate Christmas with him, much less provide for everything needed. He was…happy. “Y-Yeah, sounds perfect.”
Chapter 15: Prey Must Adapt If It Wants To Survive A Predator
Title from “Amnesia Was Her Name” by Lemon Demon
Synopsis: Maybe exile isn’t all that bad, and who the hell is that?
This chapter was written by me.
A real smile was something Tommy hadn’t felt in months, from what he could remember. It was refreshing only for a moment, before it became terrifying. Tommy had given up, he didn’t want to continue with his life if it involved that crazed neon green fucker.
“Who the hell wears neon green, anyway?” Mumbles slipped from Tommy’s scarred lips, allowing him to think outside of his mind. “Now I gotta live n’ shit.” Well-loved shoes kicked at pebbles in his path as he paced along the dry beach. “All for a fucking demigod. Me, Tommyinnit, knows a demigod, and she wants me to stay alive!” Tommy’s voice became more comfortable, more intense. Anyone who knows Tommyinnit knows that when he’s comfortable, he’s loud. “She wants to be friends with me! Fucking hell.” Tommy stopped pacing. He was done thinking. If he was going to be forced to live, he better live nicer than XD themself.
Trudging into the forest, Tommy got to work on his new plan.
- timeset sunset -
“Now, that’s what I call a ‘ome, innit!” Tommy stared proudly at the wood hut that resembled three different heights in front of him. “Who the hell needs to measure, anyway?”
Stepping onto the uneven dirt floor of his new house, Tommy wasn’t quite sure what to do. He had never been given this kind of freedom before. Well, that’s if you can even call whatever the hell this is freedom.
He sat down, the dirt was softer here than he thought it would be. The sun began to shine through logs of his housing, lighting up the small dirt village Tommy had been mindlessly building while he was thinking.
“XD,” Tommy fell back against the ground in exasperation, “if Amnesia saw me right now, I would be ridiculed for having all this freedom and building a mini dirt village! I should really start learning how to live like a normal person.” Tommy’s words had a moment to set in before he sat up, giving himself whiplash. “AMNESIA! THAT GIRL IS GETTING INTO MY HEAD! I WOULD NEVER SAY THOSE THINGS IF IT WEREN’T FOR THAT BITCH!!!”
“Normal..imagine me, The Tommyinnit, wanting to be normal. I need to do something about this. There needs to be an intervention! Can I hold an intervention for myself? I’m gonna be honest, Quackers, I don’t know all that much about interventions.” Tommy looked back up towards his newfound duck friend, who couldn’t care less about his conversations, but hey, Tommy had food.
Tommy sighed, turning towards the ocean, “Y’know Quackers, I’ve made the best out of my time here. I made a house, I made a friend, and I’m enjoying the beach that I’m forced to live by. Life is good. But, it just isn’t enough, do you understand? I have all this stuff—and I do love you Quackers—, but I need my human friends too! I need to talk to someone who can talk back.”
Sand crunched behind Tommy, “Well, it’s a good thing I’m here then, mate!”
