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Tommy stood there
He watched as the ashes fell, as people screamed out scattered and scared.
He stood as the ground around him crumbled, tearing up as ripple after ripple tour through the earth.
He stood as a once strong president fell to their knees as the realisation of helpless struck. Frozen in a state, fixated on thoughts unseen to others.
As a too familiar smile combed over a grid struk into the sky line, as a pig mask tourn through the innocent, as ink black wings raised in pride, releasing soulless creatures into the sky's killing anything and anyone.
And Tommy stood there.
He thought back to the days where laughter filled the air, when brothers where as thick as thrives, when a simple smily face remains you of a friend and not months upon months of torture.
He thought back to the president but not the president who was filled with hate and a need for revenge, but to a young boy, who is still too young, who was obsessed with bees and boxes and a bench on a hill that looked over a once empty valley.
He thinks back to the black wings that wrapped over his brothers and himself, with no diamond sword going through a chest, to warm nights wrapped in blankets.
Of a socially awkward pinkette, who searched for comfort within the pages of think books and a white furred beast that most would turn away.
And then finally of the pain, of the selfish acts he had carried out. How he took and took and took. How all of this destruction, pain, suffering wouldn't have happened if not for him.
He just couldn't do anything right. Never. He had this coming for him.
And as he came back into the world, he had one goal that he aimed to complete.
He approached the man from behind, treading over debris of torn down houses, avoiding huge holes taken out from the once happy streets and he walked onwards to a calculated man.
The red Cape draped over the man's shoulders, swooshed in the motion of his sudden turn as Tommy got closer.
"Tommy" the monotone tones alone in the air, as if the world's chaos unfolding around them had come to a sudden end.
"Technoblade" the reply was small, voice cracking halfway through.
"If you've come to ask for forgiveness, you're too late... I warned you from the start" Techno sneered, spitting the words out as if they where acid.
"I know"
"No I'm not gonna sto- wait... Tommy?" Soft tones filled with concern filled the air.
Tommy wasn't soft or quiet. Even when he was first with them off the streets. Even during his recovery from exile there was a small amount of... Well Tommy.
But the small meek voice of a once brash boy caused the voices cursing through Techno's mind to fall still.
Glancing round, finding a familiar white and green hat amongst the foggy ash, Technoblade made eye contact with it's wearer drawing them in closer.
"You know, I think I like the name Theseus" Tommy glanced up. "But I think I have to disagree with you on something Techno"
"What's that Tom's?" The pinkette slightly panicking as his friend fought his way through the crowds, quiet literally.
"I'll never be the hero Tech, cos everyone loves hero's, they are brave and they stand tall and even when the world collapses on them, they continue on. But I'll never be that" a breath rattled in the blonds chest, as if it was difficult to draw in a small breath.
Tommy took a step closer to the crater that lied where his once home lay, Glancing down and seeing the black and grayish stone at the bottom that announced the bottom of the world.
"But you know what Techno?"
"What Tommy?"
"You can't be the hero when you're already the villain" the words muffled as once bright blue eyes turned grey meet crimson red.
"What do you mean?"
"Think about it Techno, every where I go, I cause nothing but destruction. L'manburg would be fine if I wasn't here! Petty wars over pets and disks wouldn't have happened!" Tommy's voice grew stronger with each passing word, drawing the attention of the others that where fighting around them.
"Wellllll I meannnn... I would have blown up L'manburg anyway...haha... Urm so yeahhhhh" Techno's rambling slowed down dropping into a silence.
Tommy scoffed, sudden anger building deep within his chest.
"Technoblade, L'manburg wouldn't exist if I didn't exist" the words harsh, spat out through gritted teeth.
"You see what I mean Techno? Every thing that has happened, everything that went wrong it's all because of me! And you know what? Maybe I am the villain, maybe I was born to bring nothing but this" Tommy through his arms out, indicating to the storm that was raging on around them.
Though the fighting had stopped as everyone was watching what was playing out, the mass creators size continuely increased insize swallowing the once nation.
Tommy looked down at the beaten red sneakers on his feet, some places falling off while others stained in who knows what.
"And that Techno is a fate I have to accept" an scarred up arm darted out but it didn't matter, for it was too late. And just like any cliché Disney villain, Tommy fell.
For once Tommy felt free, for once it didn't feel like the world bore down upon his shoulders, for once he could breath.
A smile broke out on the 16 year olds face, an oddity in current time as it felt as though it where lost.
As a boy too young feel as there was no one to catch him even if he where to them.