TW: cursing; death; dealing with loss and the like!
Don't read if this is uncomfortable for you!

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Tommy passed out. More like passed away. He braced himself for the shredding feeling, he expirienced when he last died. The awful feeling, he never wanted to expirience again. But here we are and he is dead once again.

So he waited, and waited, and waited, but nothing came. He just suddenly realized, that he was in Limbo. The place looked exactly like it was before. Endless void with nothing but nothingness. He felt like he was floating in that space. One could say, that it was peaceful. 

And so, he just floated, with noone nearby to talk or communicate with him. For a while.
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and he lost count of how long it was. Just like last time.

But with the death of Tommy Innit, a new being began it's story on the surface. Poor thing was confused. He looked around searching for something familiar. Anything would have been fine, really, but all he saw was the wildlife around him.

It was the ghost of Tommy Innit, and it sat on the very stone, Tommy Innit sat on, as he was sent to the afterlife.

The ghost's view then stopped at the chest directly beside him. So he opened it, and saw the book and quill inside, that he remembered his alive version wrote. The books cover was made out of leather and the pages looked new. He liked the book and so he began reading the book and the ripped out page, left for anyone.

The ghost remembered a bit about himself. He was Tommy Innit, a boy, who got targeted by many people. A loud boy on the outside, but nothing but a mess on the inside. The ghost knew, that he couldn't trust people, because people bring pain. He knew that he had a son, but didn't know what to do about it. He knew, he was not alive, but knew, he could be with the living. And so, as he now knew, what he was and who he has been, he decides to live with nature and not go back, to the living people, that would do him nothing good. 

He looked around the flower field. He liked it, just like Tommy Innit did. But he wasn't Tommy Innit. He was what was left of him. And so he names himself Tommy Ghost, or Toast, for short. Toast floated back to the rock and began digging near the chest. He wanted a place to stay at, so he decided to live underground, like he did on the SMP, after hus house was destroyed. He liked building his home. The flowers always calmed him, when he looked at them. The animals around him made funny noises. It made him happy. And the winds howling and the rivers splashing gave him the necessary motivation, to do what he wanted and not cower in the corner of his room as the terrible memories that slowely plagued his mind made him question everything.

But before the ghost appeared, the SMPs citizen were panicking. They didn't know that 2 people were dying. They didn't know, that Ranboo wasn't the only one. The didn't know, that Tommy was long gone and has fled from everyone. And so they were in panic. Tubbo was shocked, that someone, besides his husband, was dying the next hour. It gave him the chills. He was terrified. Someone else, he knew, he was friends with, he cherished or he loved could be dying. 

The stress the goat hybrid expirienced was beyond the things he had to endure up until now. His little son could be dying, and he wouldn't know. He wouldn't know, because his son wouldn't be able to understand what it meant. Neither would his son be able to tell.

The goats thoughts ran wild as he blocked everything else out. Everyone in the mansion was probably asking each other if they knew. But he wouldn't know, because all he heard was his own thoughts and his heart beating as he tried to breath.

Ranboo was also shocked, that there were 2 and not 1. He was shocked, that someone else was dying with him. He was shocked to think, that people would actually have to deal with 2 losses and not one. It hurt him, that others had so much more to endure. And that, only because the 'higher beings' said so. He was almost always a calm, rational, positive guy, but this strained his string of patience and understanding.

Until it snapped.

But he reminded himself, that he has a family. That his husband, was not someone who could deal with this situation, and so he runs into his husbands arms, as he was crying. 

Their son, Micheal, didn't understand what was going on, but he knew, that he can but only hug his parents to help them get through this point in life.

Technoblade, as much as he hated the thought, almost immidiently knew who the 2nd person was. The person, who had tried telling him, but didn't. The person, that gave hints, in the way he spoke, but never said the actual meaning behind them. The person, who he had just seen laughing with them while playing party games in this very mansion, but always seemed distracted by something.

It was the person he finally was able to speak normally with, after years of avoidence.

Technoblade rushed out of the mansion and went in the direction of the very house, that belonged to the other person, dying, as he thought, in the next hour.

It was Tommy Innit's house.

Wilbur just stared at his brother running out of the room they were in. He was confused. While someone dying, who is precious to oneself, is something noone should go through, he didn't understand it.

He lost his emotions for others in the many years he was in limbo. He lost his sense for being sensitive to others, while talking about certain topics. He lost the very affection he felt for people, other, than the very person he saw as his saviour.

So, he wouldn't understand anymore, what it felt like, to loose someone precious to him. He wouldn't understand, why people were panicking about something as 'minor' as death. Because he was alive and was not the one dying. He was alive and he would continue to live.

So all he could do, was laugh at everyone who was panicking

He could only make fun of them.

Phil didn't like that though. One of his sons left hours ago, the other ran out the door at some kind of realization and the last just pointed his finger at others and laughed at them.

He didn't like the message he got from this. First he knows, that 2 people are dying, then he knows, that one of his sons just ran out of the room, like he knew who was dying and lastly his son would only run out of the room if it was someone he cared for. He put the pieces together and broke down to his knees crying.

He didn't know, that he would loose him again. He didn't know, that he didn't have much time left with him. And he didn't know, that he just fucked up, like the idiot he was, once again.

And so he stood up slowly and looked the other people in the eyes. Wilbur stopped laughing and stared at his father, like the others did.

The blond man, after chocking and sobbing, muttered the name he thought about.

"Tommy"

Puffy stared at the man before him, crying like a mess after saying the name, she didn't want to hear. She just talked with the others, readying to tell their friend goodbye. She just talked with them, until everyone acused and asked each other the same thing over and over and over again. 

So, why were there 2 now? And why did it have to be Tommy, the person she devoted herself to. The person she wanted to help? The person, who gave her the motivation for her Therapist career.

And so she ran out of the room, out of the mansion, out of snowchester, to Tommy's house.

Many people just looked at her leave, unable to move, or get the motivation to care. Niki was one of the latter. She might feel bad for it, but in her opinion, Tommy, was the one bringing all the trouble to them. Tommy was the 'bad-luck' charm, she couldn't get rid of. Tommy was to blame.

And so she didn't move an inch towards the door. The exit of this place.

Rather, she put on a sympathetic smile and walked over to Phil, who she did care for. She comforted him while glaring daggers at Wilbur, because he was disrespectful rather than helping.

But the one who did care about the fact, that Tommy would probably die, was Tommy's 'best friend' Tubbo. After his lovely husband and lovely child calmed him down, saying things, like 'it could be Dream' or 'it's alright, don't worry', he stood up and listened to peoples reactions. 

His world broke once again, after Phil muttered the one word, he didn't want to hear. His chest tightened and his vision became blurry. The world around him spun as he lost balance and felt sick. He broke down to his knees and sobbed. But he didn't want to. he wanted to see his friend, he wanted to make sure he was alright, he wanted to see him smile.

And so he stood up and walked to the exit right after Puffy left.

Ranboo tried to stop him from moving so suddenly, to stop him from going into the cold thoughtlessly, to stop him from getting anymore hurt, but the ram was too stubborn to listen. And so, Ranboo followed him with Micheal in hand out into the snow.

Many followed after them or stayed to confort others, at the thought, that Tommy was the one possibly dying. Technoblade, as the one, that arrived there first, knocked on the door. He yelled Tommy's name at the door and began banging on it in frustration. He banged and banged and yelled and yelled until the door broke. But he wouldn't care, the only thing he cared about was the fact that he didn't see shroud, nor his spider son.

And so, they looked around the place in search for the young blond boy who dissapeared. 

Days later, when the little spider came home and wanted to greet his father, he but only saw the sad faces on the people as he sneaked by. His father told him, that he didn't tell anyone about his trip and that it'll be a secret, so noone can attack him or hurt him. So when he entered his home he was confused. Of course he was, his father told him that he would be here, so he figured he had something to do.

He looked around the house and saw a note adressed to him. He read it, of course he did, and immidiently knew that it was his fathers handwriting. But the more and more he read, the more and more he felt lost and confused. And so he broke down sobbing and crying.

"So you are alive.", a monotone voice said. The spider boy spun his head around and looked a pink haired person in the eyes. "Who----wh-who are ----you?", the little boy asked with his voice cracking. "Technoblade.", the older man told him.

"Tech--noblade?", the young spider asked, avoiding eye contact with the man.

His dad told him stories of the people on the SMP. Techno was one of them. One of the memorible ones at least.

The pig-hybrid nodded and held his arms up. "I mean no harm, we just need your help, boy.", he said. The little spider looked at the big person standing in the doorway.

But the little spider couldn't really focus on that. His father just disappeared. He left a note, that indicates something, he would rather not have thought of.

But he was in denial. And as long as he didn't get proof, he'll never stop being.

"Kid, I know that this may be hard, but-" "Tommy said not to trust you people.", Shroud interrupted. "Well, it's about your father.", Technoblade said. The spider looked at him dead in the eyes with a sad expression, because his father left a note for him, and he read it.

The spider didn't know about the things that happened not too long ago on the SMP, for he was on a trip with a group of spiders in another server.

And so, his uncle told him, that his father went missing. The spider cried and cried feeling lost. His father was the only person he ever spoke to on the server. He was the only one he trusted and loved.

But his father is gone, and he has no clue why.

So Technoblade decides to take care of Shroud. Helping him grow and helping him recover, so that the little spider could become a good man, like his father wanted to.

And noone knows were the blond boy went or if he died. Noone, but the ghost itself that is the remain of the young loud cheery boy.

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AN:

Ok, Hi, I finished this, finally.

It's become a mess, I know, but I wanted to end it with this. I might write another chapter, but for now this might be the end. I also have some other stuff to do and some other projects in mind, so I'll not dissapear or something.

How are you doing anyway? Was the chapter or the ending good enough?

I guess 'til next time! Check out my other books!!