Characters: Tommyinnit, Tubbo, Ghostbur, Philiza, Technoblade

TW: Feelings of hopelessness, Dark thoughts, Mentions of Self-harm, Self-hate, Suicide Attempt, Mentions of voices.

Other: Song- Fin by Kanaya

Tommy stared down at the small pool of water, and a reflection of his own self stared back with dull, empty eyes.

He hated himself. The way that he looked, his stomach protruding its fake fat as his arms were littered with ugly, infected wounds, both fresh and old, and his clothes, tattered with rips, dirt, smudges of mud, and even a few leaves and small twigs. His eyes, which were once bright and clear, which used to be filled with excitement and happiness, were now dull and glossy, devoid of any emotion except for hopelessness and emptiness, and his dirty blonde hair that used to be so much brighter in color, would no longer shine in the rare sunlight that seemed to hide away from Tommy's small place of misery.

Ever since the day of Tommy's exile, his life had taken a dark, sharp turn down the wrong path, which therefore sent his mind spiraling down into darkness as voices soon haunted him, telling him of his worthlessness and hitting him in the softest of spots.

Now, as he eventually grew tired of fighting back against the dark thoughts, he eventually wallowed in his mind, and even got to the point where he would do anything to stay empty of any emotion and pain. Far enough that he would do physical things to himself to not have to fight anymore.

Just to relax.

His appearance and the way he acted soon changed drastically, so much that the few people that visited him noticed. But when they tried to help, he would push them away, and would tell them to never come back, for he was fine and didn't need their fucking pity. It was only a few hours ago that the young boy had realized his mistakes, but chose to not fix them, for he would have to fight against his own body to even have to move the way the voices didn't want him to go.

Tommy sighed as the rain continued to pour itself onto the deprived blonde, and he started to get up from his position to walk over to the tent, just for the voices to quickly urge him towards his nether portal.

This action confused Tommy, of course, but he decided not to question it as he soon reached the portal, and stepped in to be transported to a slightly familiar terrain.

He looked around while his legs seemed to move in his own, and he didn't hear the small group of people come after him as he sat down at the edge of the netherrack ledge, and stared down into the bright lava, as the dangerous, fiery substance swirled with orange, yellow and red, and spit out hazardous flames that only enticed Tommy to lean foward a little bit more.

Suddenly, his hands acted as if they belonged to another mind, and they shoved their host off the ledge, just for a strong, firm hand to catch the teen by his wrist, which was covered with dozens of scabs from Tommy's attempts to achieve his feeling of emptiness.

The young boy was quickly pulled up by the person who had caught him in time, and Tommy was soon enveloped into a hug full of warmth and caring.

But this action confused the blonde. Who were these people? Why had they prevented him from achieving the goal the voices wanted him to accomplish? What was this action that made him feel better than when he held the devoid of emotions deep in his heart?

He wasn't allowed to answer these questions that whizzed through his brain, before he felt something wet roll down his cheeks, and a long-forgotten feeling rose to his chest and hurt his insides.

Before long, sobs escaped from Tommy's mouth as the four people held him tighter, and soon slowly pulled him away from the edge of the floating land they were sitting on.

That small moment gave the teen a chance to see who his preventers were, just to see four tear-streaked faces staring back down at his own, 1 who was older than the others, 1 that was younger than the others, and 2 that seemed to be in the inbetween.

Tommy's mind seemed to recognize these faces, but he couldn't quite make out who they were before 4 names and a million memories flashed into the formerly empty space that dark and hollow thoughts used to occupy.

The four names were Philiza, Tubbo, Ghostbur, and Technoblade.

The group of 5 sat in silence, except for the loud sobs that filled the humid air every few minutes, and as Tommy wallowed in the memories that he almost didn't remember having, he spoke through choked sobs for the first time in more than a hundred days.

"I-I'm s-s-so s-sorry."