(Set the night before the disc confrontations )
“Hey, Wil.” Tommy mumbled, sitting down in front of his brother’s grave. He hadn’t had the courage to visit it until now. “I think.. this is what people do, right? They- they talk to graves? I think it’s a bit.. stupid. But people say it’s helpful, and-“ he took a deep breath, “And I miss you.”
It was hard to confess, even when nobody was really listening. Apart from the corpse under the ground, but it couldn’t hear.
“Ghostbur’s been gone for a while, so I think that means you’re really gone. I guess- I guess he kept me in denial.” Tommy picked at the hangnails on his fingers, biting his lip. “Now, I think I’m just.. angry. Not at you, at.. well.. Phil. And, um, Techno. A-and myself.” He ran a hand through his hair, “I know if you were here, you would tell me that being angry at myself was stupid and there was no point, but I think you’d be even angrier if I died.”
Tommy sighed, looking up at the sky for a second before staring back down to the ground. “I might die tomorrow, actually..” he mumbles. “Me and Tubbo are.. going to try and get the discs back. I don’t know if we’ll survive.” He shook his head, “So... uh.. I’ll see you soon. Yeah. I’ll see you soon.” He smiled softly, getting up. He placed an Allium on the headstone, and lingered there for a few minutes before walking away.
