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It's been around a year now, since he's left the entire SMP behind.
Tommy's still been keeping track, even after Clara's pussy attempt at ruining the calendar.
(the cover still has visible slash marks, but who's he to tell her off?)
You see, Tommy got pretty bored after the novelty of having a house in the woods wore off. He'd explored both the jungle and dark oak forest in it's entirety. He had even built a bridge over the river! (yes the bridge was just a line of blocks over the water but fuck you. If it works, it works)
So eventually Tommy was able to map out practically every square inch of the surrounding area.
Well, not really, but you get the idea. He was bored.
He'd then mustered up the energy to try and build a bit more. Tommy kinda needed more sustenance than water and some Tommyinnit brand produce (he made it himself so it got the pleasure to be named after him.) He was always up for some good ol' traps to place around the area. Tommy could probably get some free meat every once in a while, and they'd be pretty useful if Dream anyone ever found him and tried to take him back.
Not like they'd ever bother looking in the first place.
He contemplated building a portal to collect some netherite and blaze power, but decided against it. From what Phil’s told him in the past, portals can sometimes link up if they’re built close enough, and god knows Tommy isn’t ready to see anyone anytime soon. He’ll be fine with his iron and diamonds for now.
So, after mining for a bit to get some redstone, he'd made some classic tripwire traps around the jungle and even made an arrow-dispenser contraption near the base of his treehouse that's covered by some vines and mossy cobble.
After all his awesome traps were set. He made a farm for cows and sheep and shit (obviously not Hunter, Hunter's above those peasant cows) just a small walk away from the crops.
And even then, while he was collecting animals to fence in, Tommy got just a bit too attached to an animal again.
Surprise, surprise.
God he was getting soft.
Tommy had found a (naturally, may he add) blue sheep in the dark oak forest while looking for animals, almost seconds away from getting fucking up by a fox in the dark oak forest.
And, like the kind guy he was, saved the bitch from getting mauled to death by throwing a spare fish at the Fundy look alike.
Glancing back at the sheep, Tommy almost jumped at the fact the woolen creature was just, staring at him. Of course he was too much of a big man for it to scare him but damn, kinda eerie if you ask him.
Feeling a tad intimidated worried about the guy, he tried to step closer but the sheep just headbutted Tommy's chest. He probably should've felt mad that the fucker of a sheep had headbutted him after he saved his sorry ass, but it just made him feel fuzzy. (god his reputation)
Tommy could almost tell that the headbutt meant more of a sign of thanks than an act of aggression, since it felt like more of a soft nudge than anything.
Just as he was about to do, somthing, the mother fucker just pulled his head back and baaed, like nothing had even happened.
This bitch.
Sighing, Tommy tied his lead around the sheep's neck and tried to peacefully take it back to his area of the jungle.
Though of course, when he actually tried to get the woolen fucker back to his farm, the dumbass almost died several times. Like, what actually intelligent being would actively walk towards a stray creeper.
If this is what his family Phil, Wilbur, Techno, and Tubbo had to deal with, Tommy had some apologizing to do.
(He has a lot of things to apologize for, all things considered)
Once he’d finally got the sheep to the clearing, the shitty little thing refused to leave his side, and whenever he tried to kill him, he looked at Tommy with those goddamn eyes man.
“You just not gonna leave me alone, aren’t ya?” Tommy glared, even if there wasn’t any heat to it.
The conceded blue bitch just baaed and headbutted him again.
Rolling his eyes, Tommy crouched and stared the wooly animal in the eyes.
“So what should I call you then, huh?” Tommy asked, twirling a blue stand around his finger.
A similar blue sheep came to his mind, as well as a ghostly figure of a long gone brother.
A bittersweet smile stretched his mouth as a small laugh left his lips.
“What about Woolbur, that’ll fit you quite well.”
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Flash forward to today, and he’s regretting every decision he’s ever made to get to this point.
“No Janice, Woolbur couldn’t have eaten your hay, he was being a lazy fuck and hanging with Clem and Tubbee the entire day.” Tommy sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Of course, Janice just grunted and stomped her hoof like the sassy shit she was.
“Oi! don’t give me that attitude! It isn’t even your feeding time, why’re you being so huffy?”
And yet, Janice just turned her head away from him. God this must be payback of some sort.
Looking at the setting sun, Tommy sighed.
“Look, I’ll give you a bit more hay and a couple of apples the next time you need to eat, that alright with you?”
Finally, Janice gave a conceding huff and turned her head back towards him.
Snorting, Tommy rolled his eyes and he ran his fingers through her main idley.
His pets were all drama queens.
Walking back to the house, Tommy couldn’t help but let his mind wander.
How have L’manburg been holding up, he was pretty sure it was Ghostbur’s deathaversery or something just a couple of months ago.
(did they miss him have they even noticed oh god what about Dream--}
Catching his train of though, Tommy tried to hum a song. It's become a bit of a habit to try and distract himself when he gets these, moments, so to say. He kept himself preoccupied by trying to remember the lyrics to that song Wilbur had been trying to write before… everything had really come into play.
“He’s in your bed, uh, da da, da dada, da!” Tommy smiled to himself, it was nice to be able to remember the good parts of his past every once in a while.
His ear picked up a slight rustling and a few stray sticks breaking as he cut himself off. God, just as he’d finished the good part too.
Narrowing his eyes, he whipped around and took out his, fairly new, diamond sword and pointed it at two new silhouettes(?).
His heart picked up at the prospect of seeing another person, let alone two. Who the hell would even be out this far into the jungle?
“Hey! I don’t know what the fuck you think you are, but I swear to god Imma start stabbin’ shit if you don’t give yourself away, dickhead.”
Yeah, that’d get ‘em to fuck off.
Instead of going away though, the two figures just stumbled closer. Letting the falling light of the sun touch them, it revealed a striped green and while bucket hat and a glossy crown sat upon rose colored hair appearing from the tree leaves.
Ice flooded Tommy’s veins as his mind shut down. He dropped his arm. Seeing his family Phil and Techno stand just feet away when they shouldn’t have even seen each other. At least not until he was ready.
He could see Phil take a hesitant step towards him, “Tommy?”
Oh god oh fuck no he wasn’t ready he couldn’t see them yet he wasn’t ready he wasn’t ready HE WASN’T READY NOT YET--
In his own shock, Tommy quickly pasted on a hesitant smile and tilted his head, eyes looking in confusion, as he was stuck in his own mind.
"Sorry, have we met?"