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Tommy tried again.
No answer.
And again.
And again.
And again.
no answer
Tommy fucking hated this stupid pig man— always— never answers his calls or DM’s on time— like in the past how he never once noticed when Tommy showed him something—
But This time it was serious.. well to Tommy at least.
Logstedshire had just been blown up by Dream. After the man found his stash of stuff by accident.
Tommy tried to hide it the best he could, trust him! Why wouldn’t he hide something that big to him in a shitty way?
And right now, for some reason, he was trying to contact Tech-no-fucking-Blade.
Tommy didn’t know why. It just… felt right.
you whispered to Technoblade:Tecno.
you whispered to Technoblade:Tec lease answe
you whispered to Technoblade:Tec.
you whispered to Technoblade: I can’t o Tis anye
Okay. Tommy didn’t want to do this anymore.
Why the hell was he trying to contact a man who— probably wanted him dead by now? Like, look at what Tommy has done wrong for the man since They found him, in that alleyway.
Tommy would have probably been better of they didn’t adopt him, never picked him up, he would already have been gone by now. Would have been better for everyone, especially for Techno. especially for him.
Tommy threw the communicator far away, a sob leaving his throat.
He should be gone.
Tommy took a look around seeing the dirt blocks that laid around. This was a bad idea but who would care?
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Techno really tried fighting of this damned butcher army of dumbasses, but if Quackity hadn’t gotten to Carl he could’ve won.
Hands tied, stuck in a boat going over the seas, all his own armor and weapons gone, taken, felt so weird.
And maybe Techno thought he could’ve won without a totem of undying. Maybe he did. And now he was reconsidering his decision with not grabbing one in case of This happening. He felt like an idiot.
Arriving at L’Manburg, he felt even worse, seeing Phil up there, stuck in that house while Techno knew he wouldn’t be able to do anything, he just screamed, asking what they did to him, wanting to know why his father was stuck in that house while Techno was being forced into a cage in the podium.
There wasn’t even that many people here, so basically no one would know this besides the butcher army, Phil and Ghostbur, and maybe the sheep, but the last two barely counted as Ghostbur would forget about this within a day at most.
He looked over to Tubbo, who was giving his speech at the podium, and then he looked over to the surroundings, he saw how the sky was gray, the fact it looked foggy here, the flags.. that he was pretty sure were on their lasts strings hanging there.
He was gonna die here… was he gonna die here?
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Tommy was building. Block by block, upwards, and once he had nothing left, he looked at the sky, the setting sun illuminating the ground below, the moon rising and shining ever so slightly.
Tommy looked down, seeing the ground below, but not all to well. But he did see the mark the explosions had made earlier, smoke still coming from it all.
His communicator was.. somewhat nearby the tower, probably not all to close, but maybe.
Tommy saw the fog that was around him, around the area that blown up, destroyed. Gone.
Why not add another thing to the gone pile, huh?
And Tommy fell.
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Somehow— to Prime knows what- Techno had gotten splashed with a healing potion, before he got a whole anvil onto his head, his head still bleeding as he sat on top of Carl, having.. maybe taken one of Quackity’s lives.. and a tooth… and maybe by proxy also his eye.
Not like he cared.
It had taken a bit until he was back home, having to take two potion’s of healing on the way to still.. be alive when he arrived home.
Once he did, setting Carl in his stall, adding some extra food for him, he went inside, wiping away the blood from his forehead, closing the door behind him, going straight to where his communicator was to see if Phil messaged him.. which he almost never does because this old man always sends letters like the oldie he is.
Techno walked over to his desk in the living room, the letters laying still, the knickknacks glinting, and his communicator laying on it.
He grabbed it and turned it on, seeing he did get messages, but not from Phil, no, but..
..but Tommy.
Why would the kid message him? Did he see what happened? Did he? Wasn’t he like, banned from L’Manburg or something?
He opened the messages, and froze when he saw them.
TommyInnit Whispered to you: lease hel e
TommyInnit Whispered to you: I’ gonna die ee
TommyInnit Whispered to you: Dea blew up y exile
TommyInnit Whispered to you: Tecno.
TommyInnit whispered to you: Tec lease answe
TommyInnit Whispered to you: Tec.
TommyInnit Whispered to you: I can’t d Tis anye
What.
No no— Techno was not gonna lose another brother oh hell no—
Not even bothering with drinking more potions or grabbing a totem of undying, he sprinted out of the house, closing the door hard behind him, getting on Carl and immediately riding to where Techno hopes— oh so hoped— Tommy’s exile was, the only thing keeping him going was the adrenaline and the thought of his little brother dying.
The moon was already out as Carl dashed through the woods, Techno’s vision becoming more foggy as he went on, the blood dripping from his head, one drop dripping over his nose.
He had to find Tommy he had to he couldn’t lose another brother not today no no no—
The feeling of his communicator buzzing knocked him out of his thoughts as he immediately grabbed it.
TommyInnit fell from a high place
Techno made Carl stop moving, his eyes staring at the message.
He was to late.
He couldn’t stop the tears coming from eyes his, his vision becoming blurry thanks to it, and the black dots covering his vision.
This wasn’t real. He— Tommy might still have a life left right? Right? He’s all fine. Not dead, he’ll respawn and still have lives left.
Thanks to the unevenness of himself now, he fell of Carl, the blood loss affecting him too much as he blinked, potions that were at his side that he fell on breaking, slowness potions he had been given by Dream to use on anyone who had tried to hurt him, the potions making him more tired, tired enough to make him close his eyes, and then pass out.
He didn’t save Tommy and never will.
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Phil stared at the server wide notifications on his communicator, having Tubbo in his house with Ghostbur, He had no idea why Tubbo was here to be honest.
But—
The messages.
TommyInnit fell from a high place
Technoblade hit the ground to hard
This couldn’t be true. Techno had escaped the execution and ran away— he should still be alive and be home by now—
The server was… going crazy, so say the least.
CaptainPuffy: what the hell?
The_Eret: what even happened for those two to lose their last lives?? Didn’t Techno run away from his execution??
KarlJacobs: what the Honk?
ItsFundy: are you serieus? First my own dad and now my two uncles??
ConnotEatPants: all that I know is that Tommy’s house is free for taking
Ranboo: what do you mean Tommy died.
Skeppy: I’m sorry back up what do you mean Technoblade, the one who ‘never dies’, just died? What
Dream: …
BadBoyHallo: wait Tommy died? And Techno?
awesamdude: what even happened?
Phil looked up to look at Tubbo, who just stared basically emotionless at the message, the suit he had on crumpled and unneat.
“Tubbo?..” Phil started, taking a step closer to Tubbo, who then snapped out of it and immediately took a step back.
“I— Phil— Tommy he— he—“ Tubbo sputtered out, looking at the communicator in his hand, then back up to Phil, hands shaking.
“I know Tubbo. They both are gone. I know. I’m so sorry—“
“I don’t care about Techno I care about Tommy Phil! Tommy! My best friend! I exiled him! And now he’s dead I— I didn’t even visit him Phil—“ Tubbo sobbed out, one hand going over his mouth as he backed up into the wall.
Ghostbur looked at the two, confused, friend being held by a lead that was in Ghostbur’s foggy hands, ”what’s wrong? What about Tommy being gone?”
Phil and Tubbo looked at the ghost, before looking back to each other.
This wasn’t gonna be fun.
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The alleyways had always been cold, and now even more as Tommy walked through.. what he guessed was his death. His limbo.
The rat that ran out of trash cans were more mean than he last remembered, the smell of this place probably worse than ever, there were more trash bags than he last remembered even.
Tommy tried to go to the end of alleyways, just to find a bigger maze of them, annoying really, and they all ended up at the place he stayed at, a sort of opening within all the mazes, almost.
He wouldn’t have thought this would be his death, in the place where his first few memories came in contact with, the smoke that filled some alleyways where older teenagers and adults went to smoke, the smell of that and the trash mixing together stuck like hell.
Did Tommy make a bad mistake with jumping off the tower? He did hate this place after all.. but, everyone hated him on the SMP, it was clear as day.
Tubbo had exiled him, Wilbur’s dead and had left behind a ghost, Phil had never once spoken to him once he joined the smp, Techno had literally beat him up, Dream blew up Logstedshire, and the rest of the SMP despised him already, so.
It was better, for.. for everyone. Yeah.
Tommy sat by the cardboard box, the dumpster beside him old enough to have rust all over it, growing vines out of it.
There were vines on all of the buildings, like they had all been abandoned for longer than Tommy thought he was gone for.
He missed This place, honestly. This was where he.. first memories even took place.
Pranking teenager’s with telling them with the way the guards went when he knew he just told them to go the way the guards were, that one time he stole bread and placed a rat in its place on the market, and a whole lot of other stuff he forgot.
Yeah it was probably not the best memories to have from when he was a kid, but he had them, and he had to deal with it now.
And he was fine with it. He was alone again, yeah, and he wasn’t able to make fun now with not being able to find a market or just an ally that goes to a different opening or something, but that was fine.
Yeah. It was.. fine.
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Laying in the middle of the arena like he had just gotten beat up by an adult was not something he imagined would happen to him again.
Sitting up, Techno looked around, seeing the empty arena, the old blood that had dried up coating the walls, the weapon wall the was against the side still holding weapons, but only the ones that had never been able to be taken off, the rest gone and probably destroyed, the doors that led to the waiting area before the fights began for the fighter wide open.
It looked almost the same as when he got saved by Phil all those years ago, it felt.. a little weird, but he guessed This was the result of… result of…
Dying. Limbo if he was right. This was… Limbo, a personalized hell of sorts from what he has read.
Kind of ironic that this was his hell, the place where he was learned that he was a tool and nothing else to the watchers eyes, either a weapon or nothing.
Well he hated this, and his head was burning, the voices whispering to him how they hated this place, the dried up blood not smelling like blood, how everything felt off, because of course it was. Nothing was every right to them.
Techno stood up, trying to remember what way his usual sleeping place was in here, then deciding to go a random direction.
Thankfully Tommy would be fine. Wilbur never mentioned Tommy losing any lives before in Pogtopia or before, and Techno was pretty sure Tommy hasn’t lost any lives before. So Tommy must be fine. He’s probably alive.. wondering why Techno wasn’t there… why he was late and hating him.. yeah.
Techno was probably fine with it.
As he walked into the halls, they started to get familiar, the small doodle others had made with stolen pens and markers on the walls, some blood aswel, well everywhere in This place there was dried up blood on the walls so that was normal, the doors to a few rooms roughened up, and then he found his room, where he stayed alone, because of being a hybrid.
’The Blade’
What a name to give a child warrior. Amazing, right?
thats just stupid idk why they did that
MAYBE BECAUSE SOMEONE THOUGH GRABBING A GIANT SWORD IN THE FIRST FIGHT WOULD BE A GOOD IDEA
To the Gods stop fucking yelling! That chatter has been banned since then you know that
ha banned
stop
EEEEE
guys important lore is happening shut up—
This is why Techno ignored the voices most of the time. Absolutely nonsense talking, really.
He opened the door, finding it the same as the day he left, walls scratched with lines signaling days of how long he had been stuck here, the cloth he had been given to sleep in, and the broken pieces of the wall that had deteriorated during time.
Y’know what he hated this, he was going to find his training area.
Leaving the room, Techno slammed the door shut, walking to to where he was forced to train with others all the time if there weren’t any duals going on.
As he walked, he seemed to notice it felt more.. foggy here than last he remembered. Maybe it was Limbo side affects, or something else, he wouldn’t know.
Soon enough he made it to the corridor of the training area, it being familiar as he walked in, seeing the weapon stands that were empty, the floors that were torn apart basically, the walls that have definitely seen better days before, it all being familiar to Techno.
… was Techno tripping or was Tommy also in the fighting arena as a kid.. because why else would the kid be here, sitting against one of the walls?
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Phil had gotten set free from his house arrest, as Tubbo wanted to go off and find Tommy with him, for.. y’know, to burry him, as Tubbo had realized that— what’s the point to keep Phil on house arrest if Techno also dead.
They had devices to not bring Ghostbur, which couldn’t even be possible because the ghost had.. wel. Disappeared. So.
The two walked through the nether, Tubbo holding a compass Ghostbur had apparently given him to show Tommy’s location at all times to find the portal.
Phil honestly didn’t have anything to say. He was honestly.. trying to find Techno’s body and go back home in the Antarctic.
They ignored the piglins and other mobs, going paths premade, and near the portal to.. Tommy exile, which was unlit, the path was somewhat broken, gone, like it was blown up or it was done on purpose.
Thankfully the two had blocks with them so they pathed up the round and walked to the nether portal, lit it, and walked to thee other side, Tubbo going first.
As they reached the other side, Phil had.. honestly not expected it to look like this.
Blown up, gone, smoke still coming from the craters even, so it wasn’t blown up to long ago.
But— Tubbo noticed— well they both—noticed.. that.
“Did— did Tommy build that tower when he..?”
All Phil could do was place a hand on Tubbo’s shoulder and squeeze it, trying to somewhat comfort him.
“I— I don’t want to say, Tubbo… c’mon. You wanted to go searching, so we will, right?”
After a few seconds, Tubbo nodded, walking over to the craters as Phil went to others, both not daring to walk close to the one block tower.. it definitely went to the build limit.
Tubbo focused on the craters, While Phil looked around the.. mostly un toucher grass area, which was close to the forest nearby.
After a bit of searching, Phil did find few things, like pictures, mostly of the early days from L’Manburg, broken— or more to say— blown up weapons and armor, and Tommy’s commutator, which was still alive, showing his last messages between him and.. Techno.
He scrolled up, going to where Tommy dm’ed Techno first that day, finding.. well.
you Whispered to Technoblade: lease hel e
you Whispered to Technoblade: I’ gonna die ee
you Whispered to Technoblade: Dea blew up y exile
you Whispered to Technoblade: Tecno.
you whispered to Technoblade: Tec lease answe
you Whispered to Technoblade: Tec.
you Whispered to Technoblade: I can’t d Tis anye
That’s. That’s fuck.
“Phil?” Tubbo yelled from far away, having seen Phil just standing still with a communicator in his hands, “what are you doing?”
“Come here, Tubbo. Found something.. you would want to keep!”
Tubbo, still confused, walked from the crators to Phil, looking at the communicator Phil had in his hands before the older man gave it to him, and Tubbo recognized it immediately.
Tommy’s communicator.
“I— This is Tommy’s I—“
“He probably threw it out of his way after his last message, and Dream.. was probably the one who blew the place up. Tommy sent.. messages to Techno about it. I don’t know why Techno, but— he chose to DM Techno.” Phil spoke softly, looking at Tubbo.
Tubbo was quiet. He chose to dm Techno. And not him— probably because Tommy didn’t think Tubbo would- would come to him and— oh Prime Tubbo messed up—
Phil noticed this, of course, placing a hand on Tubbo’s shoulder, “Kid, it’s not your fault he didn’t go to you, he chose someone to dm and he chose Tech, so that’s how it went, your not responsible for his choices.”
Tubbo, stiffly nodded, putting the communicator and other things Phil handed to him in the bag he brought, before turning to look at the tower, and what was beside it below.
A pond.
“Let’s check the pond over there.” Tubbo said, taking a deep breath and walking over, Phil following him.
Seeing Tommy’s dead body in the water, blood coming from the side of the head as the body its self was very pale and skinny laid there, was honestly horrifying. Even to someone who didn’t know him.
Tubbo, ignoring his fears, ran up to the pond immediately, dragging Tommy’s dead body out of the water his eyes already closed mouth slightly open, water spilling out of it as at was pulled to land, and onto the grass away from the tower and the water, bringing the dead body towards where Phil was.
“He— he probably hit his head on the ground before he rolled into the water— only way for it to be that death message—“ Tubbo heaved out, gently laying Tommy onto the grass, kneeling down next to him, Phil doing the same as his fingers brushed Tommy’s cheeks, softly.
“Yeah.. that’s— that’s an option of what happened— i wouldn’t know what else could’ve happen honestly..” Phil looked at Tommy, some baby fat still in the kids cheeks.
Phil should’ve really taken care of his kids batter than he had.
“Phil. What do.. do you think Tommy’s after life is gonna be okay? I don’t want him to suffer after— after everything he went through in L’Manburg and- and here—“ Phil looked up to see tears going down Tubbo’s cheeks, and he immediately put a hand on Tubbo’s shoulder
“Trust me, Tobias, he’s gonna be okay, he’ll be alright, he’ll get the rest he needs, I believe in it.” Phil smiled softly at the teenager, who obviously swilled down his sons and wiped away his tears, before stopping in his tracks as he looked over to the nearby forest, Phil looking over aswel.
Two people leaving the forest. Both injured, heavily, but acting like it wasn’t there at all.
Ghosts. But not one of the two were ghostbur, no—
It was Techno’s and Tommy’s ghosts.
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Y’know what, the streets were fucking awesome! Considering Tommy was dead, he technically didn’t have to eat anymore, he didn’t need to sleep, he could do all he wanted without dying again!
Most of the time he would go through the alleys to find random shit, like old stuff that didn’t work anymore, or— or just boxes and stuff!! It was pretty sun to be honest, and he could climb the fire escapes, tho he didn’t really want to go on top of the buildings, probably because they were to tall.
And he.. he enjoyed it here. Maybe he was seeing stuff from the bright side even too much, but it was fine. He was fine. He wasn’t a bother to anyone, no one had to deal with him, everyone could rest from his chaos for once.
Tommy had been sat on the ground, messing with wires of an old old communicator he found nearby, it being a pretty open alleyway with a more circular area to walk in, when he heard footsteps.
He paused his hands, looking up to his right, and he was pretty surprised to see fucking Technoblade’s there.
“…Tommy?” The older one said, eyes wide as small drops of blood slowly went down his fore head, staring at Tommy.
“..Techno— I- what are you doing here did- did you get my messages did you— did you try to find me when I—“ Tommy had stood up, walking over to Techno,”— I… are you.. real? Did- did you also die?…”
“No— no This isn’t— you can’t be no—“ Techno took a step back, which made Tommy retract the hand that was going towards Techno, gulping.
“…sorry. This is probably just— part of my Limbo.. should’ve thought better… sorry.”
Tommy then walked backwards, sitting down again and started messing with the wires again.
Why the hell would Techno be here, there wouldn’t be a world where Technoblade would have died, as the man himself has said before, he never dies. So This was probably part of Tommy’s limbo now.
Pretty fucked if you ask him, giving a Techno with a bleeding head, real mature of the limbo Gods it really is.
Tommy felt eyes on his as he fiddled with the wires, “if you want to sit with me do that, if you don’t.. just go.”
After a few seconds, Tommy heard the footsteps walk to him, and then he felt a presence beside him, staring at what he was doing.
“How’d you get that?”
“Found it in a dumpster nearby. Lots of stuff to yank from them, really, these alley’s got better loot than the main smp at this point.” Tommy laughed, but it wasn’t really.. a real laugh, to say.
Techno shifted, making Tommy look at him as the older started to speak, “..you’re in… alleyways. The ones that— I found you in?”
“Yeah? What, does my limbo hallucination see a different place or something?” Tommy crossed his arms, looking at Techno, who then after a few seconds just nodded, now not looking at Tommy anymore.
“..oh. That’s uhm— well! Something!” Tommy cleared his throat as he went back to fiddling with the communicator.. maybe he could try to communicate with people who were still alive? Maybe like ghost communication?
Eh, maybe it could work, maybe not, who knows really?
All Tommy now knew he was stuck with a fake Techno for the rest of eternity.
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They died. And their ghosts— their ghosts were here.
Tubbo stared at the ghosts, one looking like Tommy the other as Techno, the one who looked like Tommy almost ice blue, blood dripping from his head, one leg bleeding, as the Techno was.. well also bleeding from his head, looking the same as when he ran off just over 24 hours ago.
And it freaked Tubbo out too much, the two floating out of the forest, talking- acting like— well friends.
It freaked him out.
“..Phil. What the fuck do we do—“ Tubbo turned to Phil, and then saw the older man just staring, frozen at the two ghosts.
Oh. Right. He.. he saw Wilbur, Techno and Tommy as… as his sons. Right. And they were now all dead.
Tubbo swallowed, having grabbed one of hands of the dead Tommy, as he then looked back to the two ghost, which were walking to them.
“Hi hello!— you two! Fully solid peoples!” Tommy’s ghost yelled as he floated to the two, Techno ghost following closely, “Do you guys know where we are— oh that’s the body I appeared next to!”
“Hm, really? Poggggg.”
This was gonna be the biggest nightmare for everyone to go through.
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It already felt like week had passed. It felt way to long.
Techno was just sitting next to Tommy most of the time or following the kid around, and during This type of time in this sort of place where he grew up taught to be a weapon, it was nice having someone there who didn’t have to grow up in this place.
Apparently for everyone their place of being was different, as Tommy’s… not Tommy. He was alive. Techno wasn’t. As the fake Tommy’s place were the alleyways Techno had found him in.
The kid could probably climb up maybe.. maybe fire-escape ladders and see a lot of world up there while Techno was stuck underground.
Techno did leave the kids side a few times, to walk around the place more than he was able to see most of the time when he was younger, taking in the meeting rooms he imagined and other stuff.
The voices were still screaming at him. For some fucking reason.
I miss Tommy guys
oh my Blood God can someone shut This dude up?
I’m pretty sure only one mods online right now
BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD
[redacted]
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Bedrockbro’s angst real in the Overworld and Limbo canon??
bedrockbro’s IS canon guys fr it is trust me
CAN OTHER MODS GET HERE PLEASE MY SPLLINGS GONNA TURN INTO TUBBO’S AT THIS RATE—
He fucking hated it. The non stop screaming, the— Everything.
heh guys imagine of Techno tried to kick us out LMAO
my dear Tommy.
guys new Blood God lore reveal I swear I just saw him post
HE’S TRYING TO KICK US OUT OH HELL NAH
I’m gonna pull so many all nighters just to make edits of these couple next few months guys
chat I just joined what happened the last 126 hours?
WHO THE FUCK SAID MY DEAR TOMMY._\
new Blood God post fr?—
See? great examples of why he didn’t want to be here in literal hell anymore. As his already personal hell was always with him.
Moon Donated 10 Primes! saying: guys petition to make Technoblade’s not able to have the most inner monologue say I or raise you hand
I
I
I
*raises hand*
ALL MY HANDS ARE RAISED AND I’M SPAMMING I
Are you serious right now.
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Ranboo was pretty sure they were gonna commit a thousand crimes in the next few hours.
So this is all he knows; Tommy and Technoblade had both died, for Technoblade Ranboo understood because like, blood loss, but for Tommy he got to know what happened from Phil and Tubbo through their communicators.
Tommy had jumped off a tower, which was at the sky limit, after Dream blew his exile.
Lets say the crimes were very targeted to someone.
A someone who owned the server perse.
Walking into his room, he grabbed his communicator, looking through the server wide messages of people who were— still, considering and shocked by what happened, but Ran paid it no mind, instead shuffling the communicator into their bag as he grabbed other stuff.
Ranboo was gonna have to find someone who wanted equal enough revenge as them to pull this off.
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Phil and Tubbo had brought both bodies where Techno lived, Tubbo saying that it might have been better for Tommy to come here instead of L’Manburg, considering Tommy had messaged Techno and nobody else before he died.
The two ghosts were just following them, floating above the ground as The ghost of Techno was being followed to Carl now.
Phil and Tubbo had dug 6 feet deep into the ground, a big space aswel, put the two bodies in the grave and looking at them for a while, the two ghosts confused but just there to remind them that they were really dead.
After a while, Phil decided that it’d be better for them to close the grave up now before a heavy snow storm would accure, and the two put the dirt back, making it obvious where the two dead brothers laid underground with marker for now, until they had headstones.
Phil had put Carl back into his pen, noticing there wasn’t already extra food and water before going inside Techno’s house, placing all of Techno’s and Tommy’s things they had grabbed of their bodies on the dinner table, like Techno’s cape, crown, sword, glasses, his armor he had on and his communicator.
For Tommy there wasn’t much, so it was just his communicator and a compass… Which Tubbo didn’t let Phil hold at all, so there’s that.
“I think there might be some food down in the basement… could you go there and grab some for me so that I can start dinner? I don’t think we’re gonna be going back to L’Manburg tonight, Tobias.”
Tubbo stood still for a few seconds before nodded, muttering a:”yeah I’ll get something..” Before going down a ladder, climbing down the basement and opening chests until he found the food storage.
He grabbed some food things, stuffing it into his inventory, before looking around the basement.
huh, Tubbo thought, didn’t know Blade was so organized.
Tubbo then shrugged it off, going back upstairs and giving Phil the food, and then he went to the living room, kicking his shoes off and sitting on the couch; thinking.
Phil had already started making the food, food getting cut, water starting to boil, and making sure nothing was getting over burnt or something.
But now, thinking of Phil. The guy had lost… all of his kids. One at his own hands, one thanks to… well Tubbo himself, and Tommy… thanks to fault of Dream.
And now all three of them were ghosts. A reminder that Phil truly lost all of his kids.
Now how Would Ghostbur react to seeing the other two as ghosts?
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Walking around the alleyways now was… well calming.
He saw Techno— the fake and hallucination, limbo accruing Techno— a lot, when he wasn’t following Tommy, just standing in more open area’s, looking at the walls or just sitting in the ground zoning out.. which, okay dude didn’t know you were this anti social but go off I guess.
Tommy still had that broken communicator on him, tho! He always tried to mess with the wires, trying to get the thing working.. somewhat at least. For what a broken communicator can work for.
As Tommy looked at the communicator, he tried to.. well figure out the mechanisms of it, having never seen a communicator from the inside before, and honestly never really wanted to, but now this just gave Tommy something to do in this hell. Personalized hell? Something like that yeah.
Then he felt a hand on his shoulder.
“Holy—“ Tommy turned around, backing up as he saw Techno standing there hand pulled back a little, as Tommy breathed, “fucking hell! Don’t scare a man like that you fucker!”
“..sorry. Wanted to ask what you were doing, but I guess your still messing with the communicator?” Techno’s voice was quiet, some sort of softness Tommy only heard the man use when they were kids and Techno was telling Tommy stories to make the kid sleep.
“Yeah. Nothing else to do here so.”
“You haven’t tried climbing your uh… fire escapes yet? Like at all?” Techno’s head tilted a little, like he was in wonder… probably of how Tommy’s hasn’t been a menace at all.
“Nah, haven’t tried, honestly I think it’d be an endless climbing session, to make me keep walking up and up and it never ending, that type of thing, but maybe I’ll try it out, I don’t know.”
Tommy moves his balance from his toes to the soles of his feet, moving up and down almost as he looked at Techno— more importantly the blood still dripping from his forehead— or just top of his bleeding head In general.
The two stayed quiet for a few seconds, as Tommy put the communicator in his inventory, as he then turned to look at one of the fire escapes, thinking.
Could he climb onto a building with the fire escape? Would he be able to be above the dark grey could that hovered over these shitty cities? Would it be an endless climbing session up and make him exhausted to the point of passing out?
Today’s not the day to find out.
Tommy looked at Techno then again, as Techno didn’t seem to move his eyes away from the younger, like he was studying Tommy. Weirdo.
“OI, Blade, stop look to funny at me like that, “ Techno blinked a bit as Tommy spoke, before sighing.
“Yeah, yeah, got it, Theseus.” The older rolled his eyes as he walked past Tommy, Tommy glaring at the guys back before walking into a different direction than the other.
Fucking arsehole.
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Phil watched as Tubbo played with his soup, stirring around the vegetable pieces as they both had to listen to the ghosts of Tommy and Techno talking in the house loudly, talking about the horses out front and the farms the two had seen, and other stuff the two living couldn’t really understand about the dead.
“Tobias,” Phil spoke up, and saw Tubbo glance up at him, a tired look in his eye, “I know— Death how do I say this— I know how this feels. Losing your best friend, and I’m sorry that happened—“
“Phill. don’t. we have two ghosts of your kids floating all over this house, and we have another ghost somewhere in L’Manburg wondering where we are. So don’t start with this while I’m trying to figure things out. please.”
Phil stayed silent, sighing before starting to eat again, seeing Tubbo still not having taken a single bite from his food yet.
“At least eat something, mate, please.”
Tubbo looked back at Phil, before sighing, muttering a ‘fine’ before putting the spoon to his lips and eating.. or drinking the soup, and kept doing so until both of them were done as Phil handled cleaning the table, letting Tubbo go to the living room.
As Phil washed the dirty dishes, tho, he did see something move from the nearby window, it could have been a random passive animal or something but it was yellow and blended in to well with the snow— like he was translucent….
Oh Gods that’s Ghostbur.
“Hey uhm Tubbo—“ before Phil could finish the ghost had already gotten into the house— by walking through walls. Maybe the snow affecting him and making him able to walk through walls now or something? Phil doesn’t know.
Tubbo had looked up from the blanket he had been messing with to see Ghostbur standing there, the ghost looking around the house for some reason.
Tubbo then heard the other two ghost stop talking as they made it to the living room again- having been at probably Techno’s room.
Tommy’s ghost had tilted his head, looking at Ghostbur, puzzled almost, as if he was trying to remember something, as Techno’s ghost just stayed right beside Tommy, looking at everything and everyone.
”I recognize you..” Tommy said, still looking at Ghostbur, eyes locked onto each other, ”I really feel like I should know you!”
Ghostbur blinked for a few seconds, before smiling, ”Knowing me or not, Hi! I’m Ghostbur, and I would like to know both of your guy’s names! I would rather not call you names your not, right?”
Tommy’s ghost smiled at that, ”right! Well I’m DrownInnit— the solid’s said I looked like I had drowned with how pale I am! I know I’m hilarious.”
The two Ghosts looked at Techno’s ghost, before the ghost talked, ”Technobloof. Just liked it.”
At least they were getting along well.
Looking away from the trio, Tubbo looked at Phil, who was still staring at the Ghosts, quietly… right. His kids. All dead and now ghosts.
Tubbo thought for a moment before standing up, walking over to Phil, getting the olders attention.
“..we’ll find a way to get them back.. trust me, we will, Phil, but right now we have to focus on getting better. Get this dealt with, all of that.”
Phil had a small smile on his face, “Thanks, mate.. but I think right now the best thing to do is to get some sleep. We both need it, badly. Its been a long day.”
Phil was right. And Tubbo wasn’t gonna pass up on the idea of sleeping more.
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“Techno! Techno over Here! I found the books you wanted to read me!”
Techno had run up to where Tommy was yelling, into the living room, seeing the large bookcase dad had installed into the house not to long ago, which was filled with books to the brim, and reached the roof.
“On which self is it, bubba? Which shelf so that I can grab it,” Techno tried looking around at the shelves, near the bottom and middle, hoping they were around that area, adjusting his glasses to try and see things better as the voices kept talking over one another, but quieter than normal, as Tommy was nearby.
“Up there! Look!” The little kid pointed to the almost highest shelf, two shelves down from the highest, which to a normal person would seem normal, brindle the two little boys? That was double their sizes.
And Techno spotted the books he had been wanting to read to Tommy for a few days now, and now he was thinking.
Wilbur and Dad had gone out not to long ago to run errands, which would most definitely take 5 hours tops, the two always took very long as Wilbur saw friends from follow places, and Phil saw people he knew back when he was younger or he always had conversations with the shop keepers.
So no way of asking dad to grab them.
The older of the duo looked around, trying to see if he can find anything he can use climb on, before he spotted a chair and got an idea.
He walked over to the kitchen table chair, dragging it over to the bookshelf and standing on it, and Tommy watched as Techno tried reaching the book but still couldn’t, seeing the other put a foot on one of the shelves to get a bit of leverage to grab the books.
Tommy was worrying, yes. He didn’t want Techno to fall— that wouldn’t be nice.
Techno kept trying to reach for the book, hands never reaching all the way, until he got higher when hauled himself up almost, grabbing the book—
Until the shelf he was standing on gave out,making techno fall to the ground as Tommy screamed.
Techno laid there, the voices screaming at him, almsot running around with their non existent bodies, but Techno had to stay calm even when he felt the back of his head get wet, and he looked over to Tommy, his eyes were wide and hands shaking ever so slightly.
“Hey— hey Toms— can you go to my room and— and grab something from my right bedside table— it’s like this golden figure with green eyes— can you grab that for me and bring it here, please bubba?” techno’s breaths were shaking but he had to keep it together in front of Tommy.
And after a few seconds, Tommy nodded, going upstairs and going into Techno’s room, Techno hearing he little guy going through his stuff trying to find what he needed to help Techno out.
Because Techno didn’t want to die here. He already lost 2 of his lives in arena before Phil found him. So he couldn’t lose his 3rd life here— when he still had so much to do.
Then Techno heard little pit patter going down the stairs, and he saw Tommy holding the totem of undying and he relaxed, “good job Toms, now just give it to me okay?” Techno reached out a shaky hand, a smile on his face to reassure Tommy.
The kid hesitated for a second, looking at the totem, probably trying to remember it for the rest of his life, until he walked to Techno and placed it in the older’s hand as the kid sat down beside him, looking intently to make sure his older brother was gonna be alright.
The moment Techno held the totem he felt magic rushing to his head fixing the wound completely, the totem flowing as little bit, same for the back of Techno’s head, until it stopped and the totem broke, and Techno sat up, looking at the pieces on his hand of the broken totem of undying, it spilt in two perfectly aligned half’s.
Techno looked at Tommy, and then handed one of the sides to Tommy, a smile of the olders face, “let’s never tell dad this _ever_ happened, okay?
Tommy took the piece of the totem, feeling the texture of it, before looking at Techno and nodding.
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Ranboo has searched far and wide for someone who would like to take revenge on Dream, but looks like everyone here were to scared to even fight the guy verbally, so this was a job Ranboo had to do alone.
They had gone and made a rough sketch of the SMP, to cross out places that were already inhabited by other people— or known for being taken.
Ranboo knew where Technoblade’s lived, so Dream house wouldn’t be there, and not near L’Manburg either as the guy always left L’Manburg when it was.. his time to go home. And it also wasn’t near Tommy’s exile.
So at some point, they had gone out and set their way towards the only place which wasn’t over taken over by someone.
As he walked through the Nether, the warmness tickled and their skin, but trying to ignore it and set forwards he did, ignoring the piglins and ghasts and magma cubes, having a straight path to where he wanted to go.
After a while, Ranboo felt like he was far enough, from the main smp, so the grabbed the obsidian from his inventory, making a portal and lighting it, stepping outside into the overworld again.
The sun had gone down, so it was midnight with the moon up high in the sky, stars out aswel, twinkling.
And the area of This place? Lots of mountains, that’s for sure.
So Ranboo went on a search, searching for some holds in the mountains which led to some sort of base, a place to hide something, anything, to go just life in or something.
After finding a lot of cafes, of which were filled to the brim with mobs and ores the Ender wouldn’t dare to reach, he had the urge to just give up, go somewhere else to find Dream hiding place, when he saw torched lighting a place up, his eyes locking onto the flames.
That’s got to be something, right?
Ranboo searched through his inventory, trying to find what they needed, when they saw the Ender-Pearl he had, grabbing on of them, and as best as he could, threw it towards the torches, watching as it flew in the air, waiting for it to land—
Making him then lay face first on the ground, where the Ender-Pearl landed, groaning.
He sat up, rubbing his forehead as he looked around, seeing the torches they did see earlier, and he regained his will to search further.
Standing up, Ranboo shook their head a little, before searching for some sort of opening or a door, or just something as he followed the torches, taking careful steps to make sure they weren’t gonna fall of the mountain.
“To Primes this is taking far to long…” Ranboo muttered, having taken one of the torches front he ground to light the surrounding area, when he spotted something.
Taking a step forward, Ranboo noticed that the the amount of torches near each other was getting more, so speeding up their pace towards the light, he finally found what he was searching.
Seeing the door, Ranboo looked around to see if no one was here, before he walked up to the door, and opened it.
There might have been like, explosives or something, but lucky for Ranboo, there wasn’t. Instead there was just something simple inside.
A bed, a desk, and a few chests, simple, not too much stuff, but what caught Ranboo’s eyes was what was on the desk.
A book, and a pretty thick one at that, a slight glow to it aswel, so he walked towards it, putting it somewhat above the book, to get a better look at it.
’The revival book’
Huh. Weird name for a book.
Opening it Ranboo glanced over the words, flipping pages, seeing pictures and a lot of words he wasn’t bothered to read right now, maybe later. Yeah later… Ranboo was gonna steal from Dream.
Taking the book and putting it in his inventory, he looked around once more before he grabbed his memory book, writing down the coordinates and closing it up before putting that back aswel.
Ranboo left, closing the door behind him before leaving, going back to the portal and jumping in, breaking it from the Nether and the going back to the main smp.
They tried to find Tubbo, but couldn’t. Didn’t he come back yet? Were they still near Tommy’s exile or something?
Or maybe they were at Technoblade’s house..
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Phil had woken up early, made breakfast, and was now just standing in the kitchen waiting for Tubbo to wake up and get downstairs that he could eat his breakfast.
It had been 3 days since Techno and Tommy died, within 2 minutes of each other, and now the two ghosts of the two have been floating around with the first ghost that got here
All of his kids were dead. But he and Tubbo were gonna figure something out. Something.
“Good morning Phil..” he suddenly heard, startling him a little and turning head towards where Tubbo now stood, rubbing his eyes.
“Good morning Tobias, did you sleep well?” Phil grabbed the plate with food he made for Tubbo earlier, placing it on the kitchen island, Tubbo sitting in front fintech plate by now.
“Fine, you?” Tubbo took a bite out of his food, as Phil placed a glass of water next the plate.
“Same, just woke up earlier than I wanted to, but that’s fine, I made breakfast so,” Phil had gone towards to sit next to Tubbo, taking a sip from his tea as the two sat in silence.
After a few minutes, Phil was debating on saying something or not, but when he opened his mouth loud knocking came from the front door.
Both Phil and Tubbo turned their heads towards the door, glancing at each other before Phil sat his tea cup down and walked to the door, having grabbed a sword from his inventory before opening it.
Was— was that the Ranboo kid?
“Phil! Hi— honestly expected you here— can— can I come in? I— Tubbo’s here aswel right?” The kid was fiddling with his hands, looking anywhere but Phil’s eyes.
“Yeah Tubbo’s here, why kid?” Phil had put the sword back in his inventory, but kept is close just in case.
“I— I wanted to show you both something I found.. after I broke into Dreams base..”
Phil blinked. Processing.
“I’m— I’m sorry, kid— did you just say you found and broke into Dreams base?”
“Y-yeah! It was easy enough.. just had to narrow down where no one else lived and yeah.. but I wanted to show both do you what I found— it’s important, I think.”
Phil though for a few seconds before sighing, “come on in, mate, show us what you got with you,” Phil moved out the way, letting the Ender kid enter Techno’s house, closing the door behind the younger as they both walked towards the kitchen, Ranboo sitting in the chair were Phil just sat, Phil now standing int he other side
Tubbo just glanced at Phil before looking at Ranboo, questioning, “what’d you got with you, Ran?”
“Well—“ Ranboo coughed in his hand, trying to regain their composure before talking again,”I broke into Dream base and found something— I have only read the front of the book, the rest I haven’t gone into detail with reading so—“
Ranboo got the book he was talking about out of their inventory, placing the book in the kitchen counter carefully, as Phil looked over it, and then he saw the title.
“The revive book.” He muttered,”so you basically found a book— which you can revive people with?”
“I- I think that’s the premise of it? I’m not sure, but I think it can help with- the Tommy and Techno thing that happened.” Ranboo was fiddling with his hands again, looking at the book.
Tubbo and Phil glanced at each other, saying something probably without actually talking, before Phil gave a small nod.
“I’ll read through it, alright? I’ll read through it and look if there’s something that can help us.”
Ranboo stayed silent for a few seconds before nodding, “alright.. that’s good.”
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It has been like- 5 months since Techno died. And right now he was listening to Tommy as he talked, walking behind the younger, his mind drifting away from the yapping Tommy did.
The more he was around the younger, the more it felt like the kid was actually dead and actually here. Was actually gone. Had actually lost all of his lives.
But Techno had to believe that that wasn’t true. Tommy had to be alive he had to. He couldn’t be stuck in limbo with Techno for eternity, he couldn’t.
is Techno genuinely gaslighting himself right now? Fr?
GUYS. Techno’s trying to be delusional! He’s trying to think that this Tommy’s fake! But—
guys please just let me enjoy the lore and stuff we are getting right now
for how long have we been here again? Oh right 5 months according to Limbo time, 5 days overworld time
how wants to play ice breakers to pass the time? I have been here for to long without any entertainment
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imagine always having blood of your forehead HA!
Oh how Techno wanted chat to shut their little fake mouths up for months and just kick them—
“Techno?” Tommy’s voice cut through Techno’s thought’s, making the older look up from looking at his shoes towards the teenager, humming.
“What’s wrong kid?” Techno kept his eyes on Tommy body and face language, his face questioning and his body relaxed.
“I was telling you about how today— I’m gonna try climbing up a fire escape! Try to seeing there is a roof or if it’s just and endless loop of walking up the fire escape!”
Right, yeah, that was it.
“Uh huh.. so, are we at a fire escape yet or not? I got no clue what you see, kid.” Techno gave a small smile to the kid, as Tommy groaned.
”yes, we are, now let me—“ Tommy grabbed into air for Techno, before just hauling himself up and swinging himself onto something and a a slight rattling coming from nothing as Tommy landed.
Huh. So there were fire escapes for Tommy.
“Alright! I’m just— gonna climb up. See you in a bit Techno!” And Tommy was already climbing up, not seeing Techno’s little wave.
Techno had a lot of time to think about things now until Tommy came back.
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Climbing up, the for escape rattling and holding onto stuff To properly climb, Tommy found this quiet relaxing, even if it wasn’t.
It had been like months since Tommy died, that’s how it felt like at least, and anytime he tried to wipe away the blood from his forehead, it just stayed, no new stain on his sleeve, it just stayed, so fucking annoying.
Right now, climbing up this fire escape, Tommy had time to think to himself about stuff, anything!
So he thought about… well Exile.
He had been doing so well— until Dream found his secret stash of items.. that wasn’t.. nice. Getting all of his stuff blown up right in front of him. It was awful.
And after Dream left— he just — for some reason dm’ed Techno, as a last resort, as no one from L’Manburg wouldn’t answer him or reply to him at all. So Techno might have answered, he and the guy had grown up for a little bit together, so Tommy had just hoped…
Hoped that his ‘brother’ would safe him. Maybe. But he never got an answer so there hadn’t been a point to it, dming Techno.
And now he just had the guy as a reminder to his mistake of dming the guy with having the guy, hell. A personal hell for him.
As he was thinking, Tommy didn’t notice he had actually reached the roof until his feet stepped onto solid ground and not metal, blinking, looking around, seeing that he was above the clouds, seeing the night sky.
Oh holy shit. He could get ontop of the roof holy fucking shit-
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”TECHNOOOOO!!”
Techno and looked up, seeing Tommy hurriedly walking down nothing, but hearing the rattling from the supposedly fire escape.
He stood up, looking as Tommy stopped waking to take a few breaths, a smile on the kids face, “so, what’d you find out, Theseus?”
“Well— I was just standing on a roof so— and the views sick— I gotta get you to see it—“
“I’m not sure if that’ll work, Thes. Considering the different limbo’s and stuff—“
“Oh shut up and take my hand, Techno!” Tommy was leaning over something, hand stretched out for Techno to take.
The older looked at Tommy’s hand, Tommy, around the arena, before sighing, looking back to Tommy and grabbing the kids hand, “you better not break my wrist Theseus—“
Without a second to even ready himself, Techno was hauled upwards, Tommy pulling him upwards and onto something, and when Techno was on the actual fire escape— Tommy let go, and going towards the ladder.
Techno was on the fire escape and seeing it. What the fuck—
ha get fact checked old man
lets be honest he’s just surprised this was an option of ways of this to go, so
HEYYYY MACARENA!-
/E Dance.
I ate soup today guys
just joined what happened the last 3 months gang
guys. Someone better make a series of all of this for me to rewatch one day
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are there any mods online right now?
THIS IS A MOMENT IN HISTORY CLIP THIS CLIPS THIS
Ignoring the voices, Techno started following Tommy up the fire escape, taking careful steps upwards and making sure he didn’t slip as Tommy talked.
“Now that we have this— wonder what else we can do! What if I’ll be able to use things from from your thing! Like you said you were in an arena or something, right? Like I get hold one of the swords or some shit!”
And Techno listened, listened until they were at the top, above the clouds even.
“—and we are here!” Tommy stood on the roof looking at the night sky, the moon, the stars, and the other roofs which were visible as Techno joined him.
“..it is pretty, this. And I’m surprised I can stand here, Thes.” Techno sat down on the roof, looking at the sky aswel as he saw Tommy pause for a second, before sitting next to the older.
They sat there in silence for a while, just sitting there enjoying the moment, before Tommy eventually spoke up.
“You know, you being a hallucination of my Limbo is pretty fucking karma for me messaging you last, begging for help.”
Techno glanced at Tommy, confused.
“Like this I can just… tell you how I died, and what happened.. Dream found out I had a secret stash of stuff and just— blew up my exile. I was so out of it and just— messaged you. And— I was pissed that you didn’t answer while you probably had better things to do. And— then I built a one black tower, one that reached the sky limit.. and jumped. losing my last life.”
Techno was staring at Tommy. Wide eyed, feeling like he couldn’t breath.
Tommy seemed to notice Techno’s staring, now looking at the guy, with a confused expression, “are you like— realizing that I know your not real or something? Because I have known for a while, big man.”
“Tommy that’s not—“ Techno stammered, something he doesn’t do,”—Tommy I was taken by L’Manburg to get executed. I— I got a damn anvil on my head—“
“Wait hold on- you’re not— a hallucination?—“
“no, Tommy I’m not. I died. I lost all my lives. But what do you mean you lost all of your lives. I’m pretty sure Wilbur didn’t tell me anything about— about you dying before Pogtopia.”
“Techno I died while trying to get L’Manburg its independence twice.”
The two stayed silent, staring at each other, blinking, both finally realizing something they have been both trying to gaslight themselves into their fears not being true.
They both died. On the same day. And they were both stuck in limbo together This whole time.
Then Techno noticed tears starting up in the youngers eyes, and the older immediately went to wipe them away— just like he did when Tommy came to him in the middle of the night after waking up thanks to a nightmare.
“Hey—hey it’s okay, Thes— I’m here, I’m here with you—“
“Tech—“ Tommy cut through Techno’s words, “you’re saying you died twice before I met you? When you were younger than I was?”
Techno paused, trying to find the words, before nodding, “yeah. Fighting ring and stuff. Not anything that a kid should have gone through.”
“Stupid fighting ring—“ Tommy muttered under his breath, muttering a lot of swears aswel, which no surprise to Techno.
After a few minutes, Tommy now leaning against Techno’s side, the two looking at the sky as Techno’s hands ran through Tommy’s hair.
“So..” Tommy started talking again, “You were… Executed by L’Manburg?”
“Yeah, Anvil on the head and stuff, real shitty, hurt a lot.”
“…then why is part of your poets shirt stained with weakness potions?”
Techno paused the hand in Tommy’s hair, thinking and then realizing, “right— so, right when the anvil hit my head, Dream had splashed a healing potion on me which made me live… then I got back home and instead of grabbing a totem, I grabbed my communicator just to see you had messaged me. And I didn’t think before getting on Carl and going the way your exile was… and I still hadn’t grabbed any totems.”
“So when I got the notification that you had died, I kinda just… passed out thanks to the blood loss, and I guess the weakness potions on my belt broke when I fell off Carl, making me die faster… I guess?”
Tommy had looked up at this point, wide eyes with some shock, “you saw the messages— and instead of being smart to grab at least 2 totems you immediately ran to save me without them? That’s the most stupidest move I have ever seen you do, Techno.”
“Oh shut up—“
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It has been a few days since the two died.
Phil has.. already read the book, everything in it and has already started collecting stuff.. as he already knows how to revive someone. Weird old man, understanding big books.
Tubbo has been trying to entertain the three ghosts with Ranboo, to distract them from whatever Phil was doing, that what Phil told them to do, anyways.
The five of them— Ranboo, Tubbo and the three ghosts— where playing a board game, Tommy— Drowninnit and Technobloof— honestly, what are the names?— having teamed up, easily winning thanks to having two minds in one player technically.
Tubbo was just about to win when—
“Tubbo! Ranboo! I want to show you two something!”
Tubbo cursed, hitting the table which made the board shake and the pieces fall over, making the game end thanks to everything getting mixed up, everyone now complaining about what the president did.
Tubbo then stood up, grabbing the endermen and walking over to the stairs, “c’mon, Ran, Phil wants us upstairs to see what he’s making.”
The two went upstairs, Ranboo muttering about how Tubbo didn’t have to grab him so tightly at the wrist as they made it to the room Phil was at, Tubbo leaning against the wall as Rambo awkwardly stood a little bit more away from him.
Phil had his backs turned at them, before he turned around, smiling at the two teenagers.
“Ah there you two are. I have everything set to get the three of my kids back to life!” Phil had clapped his hands together, moving away from what he was standing in front of.
“…that’s a lot of god apples and potions of weakness, Phil.”
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Phil had just turned 25 when he found Wilbur in that train-station, starving, bleeding and bruised as such a young age, scared for his life.
So Phil took him in and took care of him, feeding him, making sure his wounds were dressed, making sure he was safe and protected.
Then two years later, he had heard commotion during his weekly outing to run errands, Wilbur had stayed home so that Phil knew he was safe there, and he had gone to the commotion just to see a little kid covered in blood, eyes red as he fought people a few sizes bigger than him.
Phil cut through the chaos by flying over it all, snatching the kid and then flying off, feeling the kid hold onto his clothes tightly, the older forgetting about the rest of the errands.. he had already bought the important things either way.
That kid turned out to be Techno, who had already lost 2 of his life’s before he even reach the double digits of his age. Phil felt so sorry for the kid. Used as a weapon.
Phil took care of his second kid the same way he did with Wilbur. Keep him safe, protected, dress his wounds and take care of him.
The third and last time he had gotten a kid— Techno had spotted him, in a dumpster, trying to find food he can somewhat eat, dirt and grime cover the 5 year old kid, a kid who was shivering from the autumn cold.
Techno had run up to the kid and just picked him up, the 12 year old holding the 5 year old in his arms like he weighed nothing, the younger having stilled and eventually seeped the warmth of the teenager as they took him home.
That was how Phil got all his kids. And he couldn’t live in a world without them in it. So that’s why he’s doing so his best to revive all three of them.
He needed his kids back.
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Tommy and Techno have been dead for 7 months, and the last two months they have been more open about stuff, from their past, more especially.
Tommy was god honestly shocked about the fact that Techno might could have died one day when Tommy was 6 just because the older wanted to get Tommy a fucking book to read.
Not a good story for Techno to have told his younger brother in a place like this.
“Y’know, Tech,” Tommy was messing around with the communicator again as they walked, side by side This time, the arena basis for Techno having started to blend in with Tommy’s alley’s ever since 2 months ago with, “I have always wondered how long Wilbur’s been stuck in limbo for.”
“And why’s that, Theseus?”
“Well— you once said that the voices said it had only been 6 days since we died but it had been 6 months for us— so does that mean that we have technically only been dead for 1 week now instead of 7 months?”
Techno stayed silent, thinking before he answered, “good theory you got going on, but we will never know for sure, kiddo.”
“But Techno— C’mon! The voices said that several times form what you said to me a while ago!—“
Tommy had started yelling at Techno, saying how he was right about his theory thanks to Techno’s voices, when Techno rolled his eyes and looked forwards and just froze.
There was a door. Opened. Right at the end of the alleyway/hall.
Tommy seemed to notices Techno’s halting, stopping with his yelling as he looked where Techno was looking, and also stopping in his tracks.
“Is— is that a door. That’s open?!” Tommy had a shocked volume to his voice, pointing at the door, eyes wide.
“Yeah.” The older murmured, absent mindedly grabbing Tommy’s wrist, looking at the kid before taking a breath, and running towards the door, dragging Tommy along.
“TECHNO WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!—“ Tommy was forced to follow, trying to regain his steps as he followed the older as when they got closer towards the door it got more wider open letting them through without a problem.
Techno hoped for an escape of this hell, but—
The door closed shut behind the two of them, the sound echoed before the door itself just disappeared.
“…are we in a field of literal white Chrysanthemums right now, Techno?” Tommy whispered, making the Piglin look at the younger, releasing his grip on his wrist.
“…yeah.”
This place was.. calming, a place where Techno could relax his shoulders, a sense of peace and comfort enveloping him, making him be able to put his guard down for the first time of his life.
Tommy looked between Techno and the field, before he smirked smuggly, grabbing Techno’s wrist as he started to run, yelling happily as Techno got shook back into reality as Tommy made the both of them run right into the field, and once they were where most of the followers at, letting go and making Techno fall face first into the ground.
Tommy laughed, pointing at Techno and holding onto his stomach so that he wouldn’t fall aswel… before Techno growled quietly and grabbed his ankle and pulling forward, making Tommy fall ass first as he snickered.
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Wilbur has been done with playing uno for a while now. He was sick and tired of being stuck here of Jschlatt and— Mexican Dream… fucking weirdo’s.
So Wilbur left the two, taking a walk on the train-station walking further and further away from the duo who had started arguing about nonsense, his stomach having started to bleed again for absolutely no reason. Ugh. Hell.
Limbo was hell and Wilbur couldn’t escape this hell this absolutely over throwing hell of trains going past him. This hell—
Wilbur was to deep in thought to see the opened door before he walked right past it, stopping in his tracks, and then walking a few steps back just to stare at the door, blinking a bit.
He looked back into the direction the other two were at, before standing straighter and looking back at the door.
He didn’t want to be with those two idiots anymore. So he walked through the door, even if he didn’t know what it could lead to. Even more hell, his demise, he didn’t care.
And to be honest, to be met with a field full of flowers wasn’t whatever imagined as he heard the door slam shut behind him, turning around to look at the door but— it wasn’t there anymore.
Instead, he looked to see his two brothers, laying in the flowers, staring up at him, both of their heads bleeding, silent.
Wilbur looked at two down in shock, blinking confused, before Tommy stood up and walked to Wilbur, wide eyed.
The two stared each other in the eyes, blinking shocked at each other, before Wilbur felt a punch in his stomach, the older coughing a bit as he stumbled backwards, holding onto his stomach as he coughed like an old man.
“What the fu—ck was that for?” He croaked out, looking at Tommy.
“Thats for literally begging Phil to kill you, Wilbur! What kind of dumbass move was that huh? Huh?!” Tommy’s voice was laced with obvious anger as he stood in front of Wilbur, Techno having stood up aswel at This point and standing behind Tommy.
“He’s right, Wilbur.” Techno spoke quietly, without the monotone type of talking Wilbur was used hearing from the other.
Wilbur stayed quiet, looking at his two brothers before he sighed, standing up straighter, still holding onto his stomach.
“You’re both right. It wad stupid. Limbo’s a personal hell I don’t want anyone else to suffer through it. I’m sorry for doing that.. really I—“
He felt another impact on him- but This time a hug. Tommy was hugging Wilbur again.
That realization might have made both Wilbur and Tommy tear up, Techno rolling his eyes before hugging both of his brothers.
Nice, peaceful, calming.
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The three ghosts, Phil, Tubbo and Ranboo stood in the room, as Phil did what he was supposed to do, to ‘revive’ someone the safest of ways.
Kinda like how you make an a zombie villager come back to normal, but with extra steps.
Tubbo and Ranboo stood at the wall, looking at what Phil was doing, the ghosts having eaten the golden apples and having drunken the weakness potions, as Phil did his thing.. using magic.
Phil spoke words quietly, the book in his hands, magic honestly all around the room, the presence of it being known all round, by the humans, at least.
Tubbo kept his eyes on the ghosts, makings ure they wouldn’t move out of the way or something, so that Tubbo knew for sure when his best friend got back.
Tubbo wanted to hug his Tommy again, as he quickly looked down at the compass Ghostbur had given him so long ago, rubbing his thumb over the edge of the compass before he looked back up, watching.
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The three brother all laid in the flower field, joking and talking about stuff they used to do as kids, looking at the night sky as they did so, the stars shining and the Moon right above them.
A very peaceful moment the three were having, all smiling and finally being relaxed, having a moment of their own after several years.
They had gone quiet, just all of them enjoying the moment before Tommy spoke up— like always, the kid never liked long silences, “This is nice. Way better than what we had before, right guys?”
“Correct, no way in hell I’m going back there. That were already enough time to be in hell.” Techno laughed at Wilbur’s words, a smirk on the brown haired face.
But then Tommy felt something in the air shift, making him sit up and look around, confused what the hell that feeling was, until his eyes stopped on something.
“Uh guys…” Tommy spoke quietly, getting the attention of the two others who also now were sitting up, looking where Tommy was looking at.
“…is that Ghostbur— wait is that just all three of us as fucking ghosts?!” Tommy stood up, walking over to the other three, confused.
Why were they here? When had Techno’s and Tommy’s ghost appeared in the Overworld? What the hell was this?
”hi Tommy!” Ghostbur said, smiling, ”Phil brought us here to warn you three of uhm… what is it again?”
”I think it was to warn them from the feeling of getting revived right?” that was the ghost that looked like Tommy… weird.
”yeah that was it.” Techno’s ghost.
“Wait getting revived? Hold on what happening—“
Tommy didn’t get to finish his sentence.
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Techno groaned in pain as he had just now— once again fallen onto his face— this time on hard wood floors and not something softer like grass.
“Ow!- Gods fucking damnit that hurt!” Tommy yelled, clutching at his head as he was on his knees, eyes shut tightly. A head ache, most probably.
“The fuck you think I have right now, Tommy?!” Wilbur was clutching his stomach, probably feeling nauseous or something. Stomach problems.
“Both of you two shut up and start to realize we just got brought back to life, dumbasses.” Techno’s voice was low, not like it was earlier, and he looked around the room and spotted Phil, Tubbo and the weird lanky Enderman kid.
“holy shit you’re right Tech—“ Tommy had been talking, before his eyes spotted Tubbo, the smallers eyes wide as he stared, now both having a staring competition.
And then Tubbo stood up and hugged Tommy, the younger already feeling wet spots on his shirt as the older cried, sobbing.
“Tommy— Primes Tommy I’m so so so sorry—“ Tubbo kept of apologizing, holding onto Tommy like he would disappear any second, Tommy patting his back, not knowing what to do right now.
Tommy glanced at Techno, asking what the hell he needed to do, and Techno just shrugged, not knowing what to do himself.
So Tommy just let Tubbo hold him, hold him until he was done and let go himself, which took a few minutes for the guy to do, who let go of Tommy, rubbing his eyes to get his tears away.
“You okay, Tubso?” Tommy smiled weakly at the other, trying to see the guy a bit better.
“Mhm..” Tubbo looked up from his hands, looking at Tommy, and the youngest saw the pause his best friend made, looking a his hair, the the smaller one looked at Techno, and then Wilbur, before looking back at Tommy.
“Did— did you three always have white streaks in your hair or am I misremembering stuff?” Tubbo tilted his head, blinking confused at Mostly Tommy.
Tommy then looked at Wilbur, then Techno, and yup, both now had white streaks in their hair, now they looked old— oh Gods Tommy had one aswel. He was the youngest person in this sever yet here he was already having white hair!
“Oh yeah,” Tommy looked up to look at Phil, who had spoken up, “side affect of getting revived, white hair, it wont fade away cover time sadly, it’s here to stay.”
“Right,” Tommy grumbled, annoyed, “makes my life better as the youngest one here.”
“Oh shut up Tommy, you’re not the only one here who’s got it y’know.” Wilbur grumbled, finally sitting normally without any stomach pain, so that was good.
“Shut it Wilbur, I wasn’t talking to only you you fucking arsehole!”
“Uhm…” Tommy recognized that voice.
He looked away from Wilbur to look at Ranboo, and Tommy grinned as he stood up, first with shaky legs before getting his balance and walking over to the taller Ender, “Ranboo! Good to see you, fellow prankster! Say, how have you been since I got exiled?”
“Well— I kinda helped the butcher army to get Technoblade… honestly I was barely doing anything so—“
Butcher army… right… what’s that again?…. Oh wait.
“So you helped with… getting Techno executed?..”
“Well as I said I wasn’t doing much of helping the butcher army so— but— I wanted to show you and Techno something, actually..” Ranboo was fiddling with his hands, looking anxious.
“Is no one gonna introduce me to this tall kid or what?-“ Wilbur said but no one put any attention to the guy, as Techno stood up aswel and walked over to stand behind Tommy.
“So what do you want to show me and my little brother, Kid?”
“I— actually wanted to show you both in private.. somewhere else?” Ranboo gulped slightly, looking around the room very anxiously.
Tommy glanced at Techno, who was also looking at Tommy, and the older nodded leading the two teenagers out of the room and downstairs in the kitchen.
“Give us what you got, Ranboo,” Tommy was smiling, waiting for what the taller had to show.
“Well I broke int Dream base a few days ago, and got the revive book Phil used to revive you guys— and I just— wanted to give you guys the coordinates of his base, felt you two would want that… considering…”
Tommy stalled, as he watched Ranboo grab a book out of his inventory, opened to a page, and showed it to both Techno and Tommy, Techno leaning over Tommy’s shoulder to look at it, reading it a few times, nodding, and the looking at Tommy, who was just frozen, looking at the coordinates.
“Tommy? You there, Thes?” Techno placed a hand on Tommy’s shoulder, as he nodded then looking at Techno, “Good, now you got any ideas for what we could do to the bastard for what he did to you?”
“…I might have a few ideas. He has 3 lives after all.”
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Dream hadn’t been able to find the revive book. He had literally placed it in his desk before going to Tommy’s exile to see if his body was still there— which it wasn’t— a week ago and now it’s just gone. The revive book was gone and nowhere to be found.
He had been stressing, obviously, because a very very powerful book had been _stolen_ from _him,_ the owner of the server and the person who was supposed to have the most power here.
He had— once again— been throwing chests out, emptying them until there were empty, trying to find something—
When he heard footsteps behind him. At the entrance of his base.
Dream head snapped to the noise, eyes wide behind his mask as he looked at who intruded his personal space, his literal base no one else had ever been able to find.
Tommyinnit and Technoblade. Fully geared up in Netherite armor and most possibly having strong weapons with a lot of enchantments of them by now.
“Did we come in at a bad time or were you already doing this everyday..” Tommy spoke up, looking around the one room base, before looking back at Dream, a smug look on his face, “because we aren’t waiting for you to be done.”
“What are you two doing here—“ Dream growled, standing up, first clenched,”I thought you both died! Lost all your lives!”
“We have people who would go so far to most definitely kill someone for us, Dream,” Techno spoke up, glaring at the server owner with hatred, “And so that you know, I don’t owe you anymore. Especially after what you did to Tommy in exile.”
Techno grabbed his axe from his incense Tommy grabbed his sword, both basically cornering Dream in his own home.
Dream was gonna die here. And thanks to the two people here he might lose all of his lives aswel, especially thanks to Techno.
He was so dead.
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It had been a few months since Tommy and Techno took all of Dream’s lives, never even thinking about reviving the guy, Limbo was a great enough pain to put on him.
“So,” Puffy said, clipboard in hand as she spoke with the two brothers, “how did limbo affect the both of you? Did it help you two connect again or?”
“It helped me realize death was stupid,” Tommy said, smiling at the woman, glancing at Techno who rolled his eyes at Tommy remark.
“Can’t say I don’t agree, Limbo’s literal hell which I don’t want someone to go through.”
“..but you both killed Dream?”
“Exactly.” The two said, looking at each other for a second, silent, before laughing, with how in sync they were with their opinion with all of this.
Puffy just looked at the two brothers, before sighing, shaking her head, smiling a little at the two as she wrote something on her clipboard.
“Well- I’m not sure where to go from here, boys. If you want to go back home now, that’s fine, or if you both have something to talk about you can tell me about that.”
Tommy thought for a second, before snapping his fingers, “oh Tech remember last week when Wilbur was trying to tame a wolf to show me he also had a connection with animals but failed miserably?”
“Oh yeah, hilarious stuff, 10/10, would want to see again.”
And the two brothers went on from that, talking about things that happened recently or long ago, as Puffy just listened.
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