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Epilogue (Chapter 26 pt.2): Man Am I The Greatest?
Title from “Amnesia Was Her Name” by Lemon Demon
Synopsis: Epilogue for chapter 26.
This chapter was written by me.
Trigger warnings: Talks of suicide.
It was difficult to tell what had happened on that day. It had started off as a simple day, even boring. Usually, these types of days would all blend together, making it difficult for Drista to keep track of time, and she would forget all about the events of her days. Today, however, was different. This day would forever be etched into her head, no matter what she would try, the picture of the tower, the lightning, and his body lying motionless on the ground would be burned into her brain. And yet, she had no idea it was going to happen.
Drista had just been relaxing in the void, a typical day off, when XD had made a sly comment about what was going on with her dear friend, Tommy. She was aware of the boy’s mental struggles and where he was, but she had never gotten the chance to tell him that she was restricted from the lines of exile until she gained full control of her powers. She was still working on it, admittedly.
To be honest, Drista always believed that rules were made to be broken. So, she went into exile, much to her brother’s dismay. They put up quite the fight to try and make Drista stay in the void with them, using their strength and power against her; but if there was one thing that XD seemed to always forget about their sister, it was that she was the goddess of mischief. Drista never really liked using her powers against her brother, but with how much time she had been wasting fighting them, it had become a life or death matter.
Drista made a quick escape from her brother and the void, and made her way to the smp. The more she thought about Tommy, the more panicked she became; what if she was too late? The more worried she became, the more the sky seemed to darken, looking as if it was about to rain. Drista was flying through the air, trying to reach exile as fast as she could. Eventually, she couldn’t handle flying anymore, with all the thoughts in her head, it just seemed too slow, she would have to use her powers to teleport there.
As Drista teleported to the top of Tommy’s dirt tower, an uneasy feeling settled in her stomach, and she felt extremely overwhelmed by anxiety. She opened her eyes, standing on top of the tower, before her mind comprehended the flash of red and white disappearing in front of her.
Now, this part was the most difficult to remember for Drista. It went by so fast, she didn’t really think about it before it happened. But, she remembers clearly trying to follow Tommy off the tower, running right off the edge, knowing she wouldn’t die. And she remembers the look of shock on Tommy’s face when he saw her there, like he didn’t want her to see him die; that’s understandable enough, she thought. Drista also remembers yelling–scratch that–screaming of Tommy’s name. Although, she can’t seem to think of anyone else who was there to be screaming, was it her who was screaming for Tommy? And there was rain. Rain everywhere, pouring over the entire smp, and if Drista didn't know better, she'd say that the ocean was slowly starting to flood.
Drista isn’t sure if her mind simply blocked it out altogether, or if too many things were happening at once, but she always draws a blank at this one part. The part where Tommy hits the ground. Normally, a person would be happy to not remember that part, but Drista had an issue with this. Right after Tommy had fallen, she had quickly realized that she was also falling, and no longer flying. She had used most of her power to get to exile in the first place, and now that she was practically flying towards the ground at full speed, she was in a bit of a panic, to put it lightly. How could she forget the part where her best friend hit the ground?
Drista never thought about death; she had never needed to. She had always seen herself as immortal, the same as her brother, but in this moment, she realized the clear difference between them and her–the difference that he actually was an immortal and she was simply lucky to have a brother so strong to protect her–and she was afraid. Afraid of losing her powers; after all, they're what make her personality complete, for what would she be if not a goddess? But Drista doesn't think she could ever be afraid of death, considering she grew up with stories of the afterlife from Kristin, and she knew that it would be okay in the end, rather, she was afraid of losing everything. She was afraid of losing everything, but it seems she’s already lost it right in front of her. But now that arms were wrapped around her and she was being pushed out of the way, she was not going to be okay.
“What the fuck, XD?! You use your unlimited power to save me, and you couldn't spare me the pleasure of a soft landing?!” Drista is standing up at the speed of lightning, and marching towards her brother, readjusting her mask into place before shoving the powerful god backwards; they let it happen. The younger quickly realizes what happened, and she nearly gets whiplash turning around to face the motionless body of her best friend.
Drista runs to Tommy (Is this even Tommy anymore?), her feet sink into the sand with every step, dress sticking to her skin from the rain, and she falls to her knees at the side of her dead friend (is he even dead?).
“..Tommy?” Her voice cracks, she's almost afraid to touch him, like if she sets her hand on his chest, it’ll mean he’s really dead. Drista isn't sure if she's ready to know that.
“He's gone, Drista. He's dead.” XD sets their hand on their sister's shoulder, a rare sign of comfort from the god, but Drista can't hear it; she doesn't want to.
The younger takes her cloak off and sets it over Tommy’s chest, trying to keep him warm in the pouring rain. “Tommy, I think this is the time to wake up. You need to stop whatever cruel joke this is and wake up, please.” Drista watched Tommy’s face carefully, trying to see if he was having any reaction from her words.
“Drista, he's dead. I don't know why you didn't understand me earlier, but he's not coming back. He fell from 255 blocks, which would've killed you if you hadn't been so stupid and used all your energy, so come on; we're leaving.” XD grabs Drista’s arm, pulling her back from Tommy.
“NO! LET GO OF ME!!” XD steps away from their sister, shocked by her outburst, and turns to leave; if she’s going to freak out like that, she can do it alone. As they start walking away, they notice the thunder getting more frequent and the lightning gets closer to exile. XD is stopped by a hand on their arm.
“Stay. She’ll need you here.” The goddess of death is standing beside them, a sullen look on her face. XD figures that it makes sense, she did just lose her second child for the second time. That must be how Drista feels. They always told her to not get close to the mortals, and now look at her. She almost died because a mere boy with amnesia wanted to escape a demon.
“Tommy, Tommy, please. Please wake up! You have to wake up!” Drista shook Tommy’s shoulders, lifting him slightly off the ground, but his head lolled back along with his arms. If this was a joke, he was playing it out believably.
“Alright. I’ll stay.” XD was starting to realize how much this affected their sister; she just didn’t seem to get it. She refused to listen, but they knew she’d need someone there to comfort her once all is said and done.
“TOMMY! THIS ISN’T A FUCKING JOKE! WAKE UP RIGHT NOW, OR SO HELP ME GOD, I WILL MURDER YOU!!” Drista slams her hands down on Tommy’s chest in an attempt to wake him up, or to hurt him for scaring her this badly, maybe both. The thunder and lightning is surrounding the both of them now; are her emotions controlling it? No one would be able to see the tears on her face with the mask and the rain pouring down, mixing together, but Drista can feel the warm stream of water going down her face. She can also feel the soreness of her throat from screaming, but that doesn’t stop her.
“WAKE THE FUCK UP, TOMMY! WAKE UP, PLEASE! JUST–PLEASE!! TOMMY! WAKE-WAKE UP!! WAKE-Wake..” Drista stops slamming her hands on Tommy’s chest, she’s realized that it makes no difference anymore. “Wake up.” The weather goes back to only raining, and it’s all she can do to not continue screaming, to not kill everyone on this smp for allowing him to die, for not seeing the signs.
But she didn’t see them either. She knew he had amnesia and that he was suicidal. But she thought he was fine now, that they had fixed his issues together. Now look at them; what a sight.
“Drista..” XD is standing behind her again, this time they intend to comfort rather than leave her alone.
Drista turns her head and looks up at her brother, “Fix him.”
“What?”
“Fix him. Please. You can bring him back, right? So, bring him back.” Her voice is broken and soft, a contrast to her usual personality.
“Drista, I’m not going to do that.”
“Why not? It was fine the first time he was brought back, so just bring him back again. It’ll be fine, I’ll take care of him and make sure that no one hurts him, I’ll stay in the smp if I need to.” Drista was starting to get upset with her brother. Why wouldn’t it work out the second time, especially if Tommy had a deity watching over him?
XD knew this was going to hurt. A lot. Not physically, but if their sister kept pushing this, their relationship could easily be ruined for a long time. But the powerful god knew the risks of bringing someone back to life, especially multiple times, and they weren’t going to let their sister see that so soon.
“I’m not bringing him back, and that’s final. If you really wanted to save him, you wouldn’t have wasted your powers so late, you would’ve used them right away, and he could’ve been standing in front of you, unharmed, right now.” The words made XD cringe internally, but they knew that it needed to be said. Drista had always been the type of person to keep trying until all options were executed. If they weren’t harsh, it would never get into their sister’s head that they really couldn’t do anything about Tommy. As long as they could protect Drista, XD would be as harsh as they needed to be. Regardless of the huge crowd watching them.
At some point during Dristas screaming, the directed lightning had attracted the other members of the smp towards exile. Everyone had come to see why such a storm would point itself in exile; some believed that Tommy was being a dumb kid and attracted the lightning on purpose, others thought it had something to do with their religious beliefs. After all, Tommy got into exile by angering a man, why would he stop at angering god?
But no one was prepared for the sight before them. Lady Death, silently crying from a distance, a beloved deity screaming and crying over a lifeless body, a mortal at that, and the most powerful god on the server, watching grimly as their sister begged for the dead boy to be brought back to life.
Everyone watched in silence as the rain poured over them, no one wanted to make the first move, until Philza started walking towards his wife. Once people noticed the movement of Phil, one-by-one, others went forward to see what had truly happened.
There were no comforting words for the couple, no hugs or sympathetic hand-holding; there were only sad looks sent their way as they held each other in grief. Quackity and Ghostbur along with a few others were too distracted watching Drista yell at the powerful god, whilst Fundy and Tubbo stared in shock at the body on the ground, on the verge of tears. A couple of people were even hiding in the back of the crowd, trying to figure out ‘who pushed Tommy off the tower’. They couldn’t see the truth of the situation, just like his best friend.
The more upset Drista became with her brother, the more people started watching them. While most people feel shame about fighting in front of a crowd, Drista was more the type to ignore others’ opinions.
“BRING HIM BACK!! HE DID NOTHING WRONG, HE DESERVES TO LIVE A FULL LIFE!” Drista was standing up now, facing her brother in what appeared like a challenge.
“How many times do I have to say it, Drista?! I’m not bringing him back, he’s not coming back, and the more you try to reverse it, the more difficult you make this for the both of us!”
“If you think I’m going to believe that bullshit about making this difficult for you, you are EXTREMELY MISTAKEN, XD!! GOD, YOU ARE SUCH A PRICK SOMETIMES!” Drista pushes her brother backwards, they only stumble a bit before regaining balance. XD knows that their sister is hurting, and them refusing to revive Tommy doesn’t make it any better, so they stay motionless. Drista looks back up at her brother, waiting for a response that she never receives. So, she shoves them again, this time XD doesn’t move; they must’ve braced themselves for that.
This time, Drista hits their chest, then shoves them back, then hits them again. XD gives her some leeway when she shoves them, moving back with the force of it, despite knowing she wasn’t going to stop.
“What’s wrong with you?! Just do it already! Bring him back! Do anything! I need him to stay alive! He didn’t get to truly live! He wasn’t given a chance! Do something already, XD!” She shoves him back again as hard as she can, and they move back with it, but still refuse to do anything else.
As Drista continues to hit her brother and shove him back, they play along, and move with it, ignoring the urge to fight back with an apprehensive look on their face. XD is well aware of their sister’s overwhelming grief, but they know that fighting won’t make it any better for her.
“Fine! If you won’t bring him back, then just kill me, so I can see him again! That way it’s like you’re killing two birds with one stone, right? I’ve always annoyed you, you’ve told me that before, so why not just get rid of me!” XD turns away at the sound of that. They knew they were aggressive sometimes, but did their sister really believe that they’d kill her? “Come on!” A shove, “I know you want to, and I’m telling you to, so what are you waiting for?!” This time her shove pushes him into a tree. “Well, you’re stuck now, so-”
“Why are you so determined for me to be upset with you?” Drista stops at that, and stays silent. “What is it that you’ll get out of me killing you? You know that there is no absolute confirmation that you’ll see him, even if you die, and yet you’re still pushing this idea. So what the hell is wrong? Use your words.”
“You won’t bring him back.” XD nods in confirmation. The younger huffs, “And I can’t visit him or anything. He’s gone. He’s dead. You’d think that of all people, you would at least care about me enough to bring my only friend back. It made no difference before, and you know that.” XD can clearly tell that their sister isn’t mad anymore, she’s just grieving, and now very depressed.
“I can’t risk that, not even for you, Drista. You know I love you. You’re my little sister, I would move mountains for you, literally. But if there’s a chance that your best friend comes back as a demigod with zero control of his powers.. I just can’t put you at risk like that.”
“Oh, so you’re saying that you’re doing this for me? That’s nice. I’ll make sure to put a note in the scrapbook saying that you saved me from that. I can protect myself, XD! I know that it’s hard to see with everything that’s happened, but I am a deity, not just your little sister! You try so hard to protect me from the world, but look what’s happened! My best friend is dead, so if he comes back at the same level as me, I will teach him. I can do it, I promise. I’ve gotten so much better with controlling my own powers, I could teach him all about what it’s like to be a demigod, and he could live in the void with me, or maybe I could live in the smp with him! It would be so great! I could finally have a chance at a mortal life, and I could make more friends, too!”
“Drista, you’ve gotten way too ahead of yourself here. I am not bringing him back. He’s staying in the afterlife, and you’re staying here, alive. Now, you can sure as hell travel to the smp more often, like maybe once every two months, but other than that, you’re staying in the void with me and Kristin.”
“What? But, I do have control of my powers-”
“What, are you kidding me? After that stunt you pulled today, falling off the tower? How the hell did you think that I would let you become an official demigod, much less teach someone else how to use their own powers? Fuck no. I’m sorry Drista, but we’re going home, right now.” XD goes to grab their sister’s hand, but she pulls away immediately.
“Hell no! I’m not going back with you! My best friend, my only friend I had died, and all you can say is ‘I’m sorry, but we’re going home’?!” Drista’s tears were turned into two parts sadness, one part anger. If her brother couldn’t see the issue at hand, she might be the start of the next server war.
“Drista, please don’t make more of a scene than we already have.”
“Well, it’s too late for that now, isn’t it? I’m staying in the smp indefinitely. I’ll live here, eat here, sleep here, I don’t care, but I’m not going to the void with you if you don’t understand how important this is to me!” Drista was standing with her arms crossed in front of her, and if there was one thing that XD knew about their sister, it was that she was one stubborn deity.
“Oh dear god, I don’t have time to deal with you today, Drista! You are really getting on my nerves!” Alright, now Drista was starting to think that maybe she should back off, because her brother’s demonic side was starting to come out, and all bets were off. She wanted to stay silent in favor of not angering the demon any more than she already had, but she had a strong opinion on this matter. To be fair, she isn’t really doing this for herself, she’s doing this for Tommy, in his honor.
“She’ll be staying with us.” Drista turned around to see a short teenage boy with ram horns and a fur lined coat.
“W-Wait what?” A soft whisper from,, Ranboo? Towards the boy. They must live together.
“You must be joking. My sister won’t be staying with a premature goat and whatever you are. Besides, do you three even know each other? I’ll bet that you don’t, and you’re just trying to be a good samaritan, huh?” XD roughly gestures towards the two new guests, and by the sound of their voice, they’re looking for a challenge.
Well, they’re pretty much inviting her into their household, she might as well, “Yes I will live with them.” Drista turns back towards her brother, pointing a finger at him, “And I'll have you know, this is Ranboo and Tubbo. They were Tommy’s other best friends and nothing will be getting in my way to stay here with them. These people are more of a family to me than you've ever been, XD.” Oh, now they look mad. But with how many times Drista has seen XD’s demonic side, she’s not that worried about the outcome of this argument. Not when it comes to Tommy.
“No you won’t. I’m not allowing it. You’re too young to live on your own. Do you think I hate you, Drista? I'm looking out for you! I'm trying to keep you safe from the rest of the world until you learn how to face it like an adult! If you tried to live as a mortal, I have no doubt that you would bite the dust within a week. You're just a kid, for fucks sake! You can barely control your powers as a demigod, what makes you think you could survive as a mortal?!” Drista considers murdering her brother for a moment, before deciding it should be celebrated as a big event rather than overshadowed by Tommy’s suicide.
“You don’t get to judge and berate me because of my age; if you wanted me to be more mature and responsible, maybe you should've raised me better. Besides, you don’t get to tell me what to do anymore; now that I live with Ranboo and Tubbo, it’s their rules, not yours.”
Drista and XD were similar in many different ways, one of the ways being their determination. If one of them wasn't harsh with the other, the big idea would stick for longer than anticipated, usually causing some sort of catastrophic event (giving the demon possessing you a physical form as a normal human in society was never a great idea, now that XD thinks about it).
“Fucks sake.” XD transforms into their biblically accurate appearance, most likely too exhausted from dealing with their stubborn sister. The action results in multiple groans in disgust from the crowd watching. “If you really think you’re so prepared to live on your own in the smp with the mortals, why not get the whole experience? But don’t you dare come crying to me when living without your powers gets too difficult. I won’t want to hear it.”
“Without-You’re taking away my powers?! You can’t do that! I’m a deity, I was born with my powers!”
“I’m getting really tired of hearing this act. Just because you’re a deity doesn’t mean you’re special. I created you because I was bored and wanted a sibling, I have full control over you and your life. You always forget that I’m the most powerful god on this server.. I hope the next few days will give you time to think about what I said. You need me in order to live, Drista. Until you can control your powers completely, you’re nothing but a useless mortal among many.” XD teleports back to the void, leaving Drista to feel shocked and useless. She only wanted to bring Tommy back, and now her life has been changed forever.
And she will prove her brother wrong. Whether she needs to live as a mortal or find a way to bring back Tommy herself, she’s willing to die in the process. XD will regret ever fucking with their sister and her best friend.
Chapter 26: You Can Check Out Any Time You Like, But You Can Never Leave
Title from “Amnesia Was Her Name” by Lemon Demon
Synopsis: Alternate ending from chapter 25.
This chapter was written by me.
Trigger warnings: Suicide, suicide pact, hallucinations, death, mentions of abuse, mentions of murder, mentions of paralysis.
Why is he still here? It seems so hard to believe that he had some sort of purpose other than to suffer in this world.Tommy thought it might be useful to end it for the sake of himself and others. ‘It’ meaning something Tommy didn’t know. He always saw himself as a fairly intelligent kid, and obviously he wanted to end his life, but he wasn’t quite sure what his life meant; or any life, for that matter. Tommy thought that maybe by jumping off of his tower would help him understand it better. People always say that curiosity killed the cat, and satisfaction brought it back, right? So, by that logic, it kind’ve goes hand in hand.
Although, Tommy was neither a cat, nor curious about dying (quite the opposite, actually), and there was nothing satisfactory about his exile or his means of escaping it. Tommy vaguely remembers being told that his curiosity would kill him some day, but if he doesn’t ask the questions, he will never know the answers. There is only a boy who wanted to know the meaning to life at his lowest, who wanted so badly to survive the masked man, to kill him and put an end to this all, intact, and did not.
The lone and level sands stretch far below him, surrounding him, and Tommy wonders if he’ll fall right through it, and into the ground, like quicksand, like people do in movies.
The wind dies down, and there is a peaceful silence at the top of the tower. He looks up at the glowing moon, full on this particular night, and it makes him smile. Tommy swears that the moon adorns a smile back, and it now makes him frown with uneasiness. He should hurry this up. If he was going to jump, now might be the perfect time. Tommy stands from his spot, and walks to the edge of his dirt tower. He’s never been afraid of heights, in fact, when he looks down below, the sides of his mouth curl up in a soft smile again; if he was going to be afraid of anything right now, it was dying in general. Tommy isn’t sure how many lives he has, but from what the masked man has said to him, he’s pretty sure that he only has one life left. He probably shouldn’t be thinking about it too much, he might manage to second guess this entire decision if he thinks too hard right now. He just needs to get this over with, and it should be fine in the end, at least, that’s what Tommy hopes will happen.
“Tommy?” His stomach drops. He didn’t realize that at any given moment, his friend, Amnesia, could appear right in front of him. Now he felt bad. “What are you doing here?”
“I.. Well, you see-” He chuckles nervously.
“Were you going to jump?” She doesn’t seem hurt by it, in fact, she seems more curious than anything else. She’s doing somersaults in the air, actually, appearing unaffected by the idea completely. It makes Tommy feel better, knowing that this doesn’t hurt her feelings; his decision wasn’t personal, after all.
“Well, I suppose, yeah. I just, I didn’t really want to deal with that man coming over again. I just, I don’t think I can handle that, and I just would much rather die by my own hand than his, ya know?”
“Are you sure this is what you want to do?”
“This is all I have left.” Tommy’s voice cracks and he quickly wipes away his tears. Truthfully, he’s not sure if this is the right thing to do, but Tommy knows that he wants to go through with it.
“Well, okay! If you’re really sure that you want to do it, then I say that you’re mature enough to make your own decisions. It seems like you’ve thought about this for a while, and pretty thoroughly. I’m proud, Tommy.” She’s laying on her stomach in the air, playing with a ball of energy she created, feet kicking behind her.
“I’m older than you, ya know.”
“Only in human years.” Amnesia notices the lack of response from Tommy being uncommon, “What’s wrong?” She seems genuinely concerned now.
“Uh, well, I don’t know, I guess I’m just, scared of dying? Like, not being in pain or anything, just like, I’m only like 90% sure that I’m on my last life and what if I’m not high up enough? I know I’m at max building height, but I think I remember hearing stories about lucky people who like, went skydiving or something, their parachute didn’t open, but somehow they lived, ya know? But what if that happens to me and I get paralyzed or some shit like that? I don’t want to be stuck like that for the rest of my life with that masked fuck beating the shit out of me whenever his friend gets mildly upset with him!”
“Tommy, you don’t have to worry about it, I’ll jump with you!” Amnesia is standing up on the tower with him now, her hand outstretched for his own, a bright smile on her face. “You don’t have to be afraid.”
“Really? You’d jump off with me? But you can fly, so wouldn’t you just live either way?”
“Well, it’s honestly more to just comfort you, but if you’re upset with that, I don’t have to-”
“No! I’m actually really thankful that you would offer to do that to help me out. So, if you don’t mind,” Tommy intertwines his own hand with Amnesia’s, “I would like it a lot if you did jump with me. Even though you’ll live.”
Just for a moment, Tommy feels a sense of deja vu as the two of them laugh together, before his hand tightens around hers.
“You have to promise me something, Amnesia.”
“Anything for your last wish, Tommy.” He feels like he’s heard those words before. Tommy decides that he doesn’t want to think about it when an uneasy feeling settles in his stomach.
“If I live somehow, you need to kill me. In any way possible, I don’t care if you have to rip me apart limb-by-limb and make it as painful as possible, I just don’t want to die to that masked man, please Amnesia. Promise me.” Tommy might be crying right now, but he doesn’t feel like admitting to that before he dies. Tommy would much rather die being known as a brave kid than someone who cried as his best friend promised to kill him if they needed to.
“I promise.”
Now it’s all up to Tommy to decide when they’re going to jump, but he just needs a moment, one moment to comprehend his life and why he’s doing this, how he got here, and he wonders when he became this way. When the switch flipped in him to the point where Tommy knew he needed to do this, and he honestly can’t remember. He can’t remember a lot anyway. Now Tommy thinks he knows why he’s truly doing this, and he looks at Amnesia, then the ground below, then Amnesia again, and he squeezes her hand ever-so-slightly. She simply nods her head in understanding.
This…
This is where Tommy and Amnesia jumped off of the dirt tower. Together.
As soon as Tommy fell, he could see further past the dark clouds, it must be about to rain, and he saw the sand covering the ground, so far below him, that he honestly didn’t worry about not dying anymore. And there was water, water everywhere. Tommy thought this was actually a really nice view for his last moments in this world. The ocean was half of his vision, the water was just barely rising as the waves crashed against each other, forcing more water towards the beach.
Why is he still here?
This is the revelation, isn’t it? The scene in the movie where everything starts to go uphill, the day the world begins to right itself because of one great sacrifice.
But the world never changes for the greater good. Instead, those who mourn will suffer only a little bit, just to make others suffer even more, because they don’t understand. Tommy always believed that you could never understand life until you die for good. But it’s always much too late for repentance then. You can never go back, nor forward. You can only be forever stuck in the present. Tommy understands that now. He also realizes that he was wrong, beforehand. You can understand life before dying for good. But you will never find the meaning until you are staring death in the eyes, face to face, with your sword drawn. And he’ll be damned if he isn’t staring her in the eyes, challenging her to a battle right fucking now.
But he kept falling, and the air was almost violent with how it shoved against his body, and soon Tommy was turned around, facing the top of his dirt tower. He felt graceful whilst dropping through the sky, but he soon realized that at some point, he had let go of Amnesia’s hand, or maybe she had let go of his? And then he saw her.
Amnesia was still standing at the top of the tower, looking down at Tommy, watching him in amusement. Was this her plan all along? Become his friend, watch as he gets constantly tortured by the masked man, wait for his breaking point, then watch him die alone? You know, with how the man treated him, Tommy wouldn’t be surprised if he was so gullible that he blindly trusted a demigod who was out to get him.
Oh well. I guess it’s too late to be complaining now, huh?
He doesn’t feel as betrayed as he thinks he should whilst looking at Amnesia. He feels like he should be yelling, screaming, even crying in frustration, something. But honestly, he just wishes his friend was still holding his hand. He already misses her; she was so caring towards him throughout the entirety of their friendship, and at least she was kind enough to visit him in exile. Tommy supposes he should at least be grateful for that, he was pretty lonely during his stay here.
He’s getting closer to the ground now, and he’s still not afraid. Tommy supposes that’s a good way to go.
But then, like a CD, Amnesia’s figure cracks apart, fractures into pieces, and shatters. All the components of the demigod, each segment frayed at the edges, travel towards her stomach, until Tommy sees a hand coming through it, then an arm, then a torso, and then a body, the body of, Amnesia? But she’s panicked, and she’s crying, and she yells out for Tommy, but it’s far too late now.
Synopsis: Tommy tries to find a solution to his issues, and succeeds.
This chapter was written by @genderlessbleach and edited by me.
Trigger warnings: Suicide and hinted abuse.
Tommy found himself awake, watching as the rain poured down and leaked into his shelter. What did he do to deserve all of this? He had done nothing but respect the masked man and tried everything in his power to right his wrongs, he didn’t want to suffer anymore. The blonde pushed himself out of his shelter letting himself get soaked in the pouring rain, no one had cared to visit him, not even Amnesia, she was so kind to him and yet she didn’t care to show when the green man hurt him. A small sigh left the brits mouth as a small sense of disappointment washed over him from the lack of the preppy girl. Even his own hopes seemed to vanish as he felt the last few memories of her fall to the back of his mind, never to be thought of again.
Tommy gathered all of his building blocks and headed towards an open spot within the bounds the green man had set. The blonde slowly built himself up a tower block by block, careful not to slip off the tower too early. Once high enough Tommy placed his belongings carefully at the top.
“Amnesia, if that was her name, I’ll miss you.” Tommy steps off the tower, falling to his death, lady death’s arms wrap around him holding him close after he had hit the ground. Death was dark and empty but warm, she held him safe within her arms, yet another son to hold, but not another left to walk the land of the living. Tommy was finally safe, Tommy was finally free, he could finally rest.
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: 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.
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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
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!”
