for those that dont wanna have to reread the last chapter; it ended off on "Tommy, you mentioned Ghostbur..?"

Think of that question for a bit, you'll see soon

btw lowkey forgot half of dsmp history. also, this chapter is basically Tommy explaining it to them,,

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"Oh, yeah, Ghostbur. Uh, well, it's in the name. He's you, but... dead." Tommy explained, side-glancing the Avian beside him, who seemed just as intent as the Merling and the Phantom. "Do I need to explain the story? I thought Phil would've told you."

"Please?" Tubbo asked, picking at a flower. He was sitting down, legs crossed. He looked so peaceful. Back in the Dream SMP, Tubbo would have never been able to sit down with peace, able to play with a flower and not anxiously tear it to shreds.

"Oh, um, well, okay." Tommy hesitated, not knowing where to start. "Uhh, so, it all started when me and Sapnap- another person in my world- had attacked some people on the SMP. So, this big guy, the head of the world, is called Dream. Dream doesn't like it when people fight on his server, so things escalated, Wilbur- the other one- and I had decided to start a new country. We were originally going to call it Manberg, but, uh, we decided on L'Manberg, because it's more 'british.'"

So far, Tommy had everyone's interest. 

"We gathered more people, including a man named Fundy, a boy named Tubbo, a girl named Niki, a man named Eret, and a man named Jack. Uh, as all of you know, you have the other versions of those people. Except Eret, I think." Tommy explained, and he felt his chest tighten with panic. The first days of L'Manberg brought back horrible memories, and... While he enjoyed telling stories of how great he is, he did not like to think back about everything he did wrong, or could have done differently.

"Yeah, we don't know an Eret. Who- right, continue the story." Wilbur nodded, listening to Tommy's next words. Tomathy had sat down beside Tubbo, helping the slightly clumsier Bee origin to tie together a flower crown.

"Well, Dream didn't like that, either. Told us to surrender or he'd kill us all, no questions asked. We- We never gave in, and went to war. Everything happened, I lost two of my lives in the same raging war." Tommy pulled the collar of his shirt down a little, pointing to the scar over his heart, where Dream had shot him. Then, he gestured to the one on his shoulder, just at the bottom of his neck, where Dream had stabbed him. 

"So, when I got this one-," He pointed again to the scar on his chest. "I was taking part in a duel for freedom. I-I lost, as you can see, but um, I gave Dream something because I didn't want to leave my home. It- It was L'Manberg, as you can guess. And the way I got this one-," he gestured to the scar on his shoulder-neck. "Was when Eret led us into a 'final control room'. This is uhm, where he had hidden four members of Dream's army, including Dream himself, and Dream was the one who killed me that day."

"Ouch." Tubbo winced.

"That's... awful. I didn't believe other worlds would.." Niki trailed off.

"How could you stand it? A world like that? Dream only wanted power, by the sound of it. Power over everyone? Did he, like, own the entire world, or something?" Wilbur asked, concern in his voice, yet he looked sad. He should be, he's hearing about all this torment people are going through, even an alter of himself. Tommy nodded, looking to his feet.

"Yeah. Um, so Dream eventually left us alone. And since Wilbur was same at the time, he decided it was unfair that he hadnt been chosen as the president of L'Manberg, and that the people should choose who they wanted. An old friend, Schlatt, came back, and ended up winning. He, uh, wasn't a very good president." Tommy looked to the ground, and he could barely see Tubbo glancing at the scar on his face. He'll get to that part soon.

"So, me and Wil and Technoblade, who had just joined, we gathered up a party to take back L'Manberg. Call it unfair, but it had good intentions. We saved the country, and Schlatt died drinking, when we had him cornered. Wilbur gave presidency to me, but I had unfinished business with Dream, so I gave it back to him, and he gave it to Tubbo, since he agreed with Techno's no-government thing. But that day wasn't as great as it sounds."

Tommy bit his lip, studying the grass below him intently.

"Wilbur... Wilbur had gone mad at this point. He- He blew up the country. He lied. He said he wouldnt if we won, but.. He had made a deal with Dream. He blew it all up, all our hard work, and died to his father, Philza Minecraft. He begged to be killed.

Fast forward a bit, me and Ranboo burnt down Georgenotfound's house. It was an accident, really, we only meant to steal. I took the blame, and Tubbo agreed with Dream and.. and I got exiled. For months I wanted to end it all. But then I escaped, and I found Techno! Oh, did I forget to mention he used withers to blow up L'Manberg right after Wilbur did, so now he's not allowed in it? Right, that was important.

We decided to get revenge, to get my possessions back, but things didnt go as planned. Tubbo gave something valuable to Dream, and I couldnt be separated from him any longer. Hes my other half, y'know? My brother."

At that, Tomathy and Tubbo shared a glance, and he knew they understood. Different world or not, they were brothers in most... What did Phil call them? Timelines? Yeah, those.

"So.. We fought, me and Tubbo almost died, except I knew Dream wouldn't kill me, so I guess Tubbo was the one who almost died. We were a few hundred blocks away, in a mountain, and Dream showed me everyone's most valuable possession. He had every single thing, just so he could use people. He said that wasn't why, but I knew. 

Then, backup came. Almost everyone on the SMP came, L'Manberg or not. I took two of his lives that day, and sent him into his own prison. Pandoras Vault. It was impossible to get in or out unless you were Sam, the warden."

Tommy took in a shaky breath. The prison flashed through his mind... The dark, eerie tunnels, the nausea from using the portal, Dream's face, grinning in a sickening way, Tommy's blood coating his hands and orange shirt.

"Well.. I, um. I got this," Tommy pulled his hair back, showing the large indented scar, where Dream had hit him. Of course, his nose and the side of his face had been broken too, but that wasn't the killing blow. "On my last visit. I promised I'd never have to see him again after that and.. I didn't know my words could be twisted like that. He..."

Tommy took a deep breath. It was okay, he could say it. It was in the past, after all. So why is it so hard to move on? I guess it isn't every day you get beat to death in the prison. 

"He beat me to death, when the prison was on lockdown. I was.. I was stuck with him." Tears stung his eyes, and he met the eyes of Wilbur. The much kinder, saner man had worry and concern in his eyes, as if he couldn't believe it.

But truthfully, none of them could.