Tommy sat in the wretched obsidian box. He was on edge, glancing back between the lava and Dream.
Dream, What a weird name. Before all this, it was just an innocent word used to describe the things that happen in your brain as you sleep but now, it sends chills through Tommy's spine whenever he hears that name.
Dream was sleeping, curled up in that thin sheet to keep him comfy. It was weird, seeing his face. The face of the man who tormented him, so scarred and bruised and almost unthreatening.
He hated it.
Tommy yawned. Had he really been that tired? Slumping onto the wall, he let the steady flow of the sweltering lava lull him to sleep.

He didn't remember much of how it happened, but after he woke up, he was yelling, and screaming, and his head hurt. He was being beat to death with a potato. That was how he went out, being beaten to death with a potato. Not something heroic or tragic, just having his skull smashed in with a potato. Somehow, this was his death.
His limbo that he sat in was cold and dark, and it was so silent you could hear your own heartbeat.
So he sat there, all alone.

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Grian sat in the small cage. It was dark, extremely dark. There was a foul odor, but he got used to it in a few hours. There wasn't much in the old, dirty cell, just the bare necessities and a mirror that Grian could look into to see hermitcraft.
It was weird though, he was looking through someone else's eyes.. Someone who seemed to be moving and living there.
This wasn't a person he knew from hermitcraft, this person looked different. He never this person's face, just their hands.
He couldn't do anything, just watch.
Days would pass, then weeks. By the what he thinks is the 3rd month, he stopped counting. He didn't feel hunger or thirst, and sometimes he couldn't sleep for extremely long periods of times. He just watched. His wings ached and he grew to hate and envy the person he looked through.
Why did they get to replace him!?
What did he do to deserve this?
When he wasn't watching Grian was left with his thoughts, which wasn't better. He began to hallucinate and get splitting migraines which would 9 times out of 10 get him to pass out.
So he just sat there, all alone.

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So I've decided, this will be a book with short chapters. Like maybe 300-700 words each chapter. I don't really like to add little filler details that just take up space. Have a good day/night guys and girls and everyone in between!
-pancake