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MCYT: !Ghost! Tommyinnit

Minecraft or Irl: In Minecraft

Type: Angst

Pronouns: They/Them

Notes: Y/N =Your name

Premise: Hiraeth ~ the feeling of longing for a home you can never return to or is no longer there. Ghostinnit AU, where Tommy jumped.

Trigger warnings: Description of suicide, swearing, gore and vomit.

If any of this affects you in any way, I will have contact information for a suicide prevention charity below. It will get better. I promise <3

TOMMY'S POV

The wind was dangerously strong. One push and that was it, I'd fall. I couldn't decide what I wanted anymore. Maybe I wanted to fall, and forget, and be free. Or maybe I wanted to climb down and hope that maybe one day, my friends would visit.

But I'd given them ample chances. No one came to the party. No one came.

I'd been here before, but the thought of Y/N had stopped me. Remembering them and all that we shared. Remembering our love. But even they hadn't come to visit. Dream told me they didn't care. At first I didn't believe him, but as time progressed... It slowly dawned on me.

I guess that's what pushed me over the edge in the end. Quite literally. I closed my eyes, letting the sound of the waves nearby overwhelm me.

I teetered forwards, spreading my arms. It's just like flying, I told myself.

My scream, my apology, my goodbye. It was all lost on the wind as I fell. I wasn't flying at all. I was okay with that. This is what I wanted.

Maybe now they'd all care about me.

Y/N's POV

"Tommy?" My voice was lost in the emptiness. I squinted around as the storm kept raging, the slashes of rain obscuring my vision further. I staggered forwards a few steps, hand shielding my eyes. As far as I could hear, there was no response.

I got closer to the tent I assumed he would be in, only to find the entrance flapping open.

It had taken me so long to get here. In the first few weeks, Dream watched over me, assuring I couldn't find Tommy. And then after that... He told me that the blonde boy didn't want to see me. And that he hated me.

It was only now I saw how stupid it was, how he manipulated me.

I had to find Tommy.

Abandoning the tent, I went further towards the forest, where I faintly saw a cluster of stripped birch logs. However, as I approached, I saw it. A tall pillar rising above the rooves of the trees, stretching into the sky. A horrible sense of dread hit me.

"Tommy?!" I screamed, willing him to respond, praying his voice would issue from the darkness. But there was only silence. There's always only silence.

I stared up at the pillar again.

"Surely not... Surely not." It couldn't be true.

I willed myself to walk towards it, legs shaking with fear. I saw the sleeve of a red shirt peeking from behind the tree obscuring the base and screamed. I turned away, physically unable to look. I hadn't even seen anything, but I felt horror rising within me.

I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing myself to turn around. I stayed with my eyes closed as I put one foot in front of the other. And then I opened them.

The first thing I saw was blood. I followed the trail to a mop of splayed out blonde hair, flowing thickly from a wound there. I continued to look, finding his blue eyes closed, at peace. His arms were spread at his side like wings, legs impossibly straight.

Tommy's broken body lay on the ground.

I threw myself to the ground, tapping his cheek.

"Tommy come on, wake up, man. Wake up. WAKE UP! COME ON THIS ISN'T FUCKING FUNNY!" I screamed, balling my hands into fists around his shirt. "Please, Tommy, wake up!" I lay my head on his unmoving chest, sobbing.

"Please..." My voice was cracked with tears and pain. I shifted my position, pushing the hair off his forehead. My hand brushed the wound on his head, covering it in blood. I drew away immediately, stumbling to my feet and running into the forest before retching heavily onto the ground. Coughs wracked my body as I fell to the ground again, body weak from agony.

I crawled back over to Tommy's body, mouth dry. I cradled him in my arms, muttering over and over for him to wake up. Of course, he didn't. And a small part of me hated him for it. He jumped. He fucking jumped and left me all alone. My first thought was it was selfish, but that sent me into a spiral of self loathing. It was not selfish in any way shape or form. And to think that it was made me boil with hatred for my own thoughts. He needed me, and I couldn't get there in time.

I was soaked through with rain, but it only added to the numbness I felt. I didn't even shiver in the cold, focused only on Tommy, can keeping him in my arms.

"So you finally came." My eyes snapped up in disbelief. The person standing silently in front me was Tommy. Only... It wasn't. There were black tear marks on his face, eyes devoid of colour and bright white. His skin was grey, and almost see through, his icon red shirt was ripped and bloodstained. And he was floating an inch off the ground.

I held my breath.

"Tommy?" I whispered.

"Hello again, Y/N." I would have been shocked, if not for remembering Wilbur, and how he became a ghost after the events of November 16th.

"Are you... A ghost?" I asked quietly. He nodded silently, a sad expression on his face. "What happened?" I asked, lost.

"I couldn't take it anymore. Dream kept telling me that no one came because they given up on me. Said you didn't love me." My eyes welled with tears again. I stood up, walking over to him and attempting to put my hand on his cheek. But it slipped through into the cold air. I let out a cry of pain as I did so.

"Tommy I'll always love you. Dream told me that you hated me, and he stopped me from leaving L'manberg. I tried to come and see you everyday." I whispered.

"I always knew you'd never leave me so easily." He tried to smile but I could tell it was hard for him.

"What do we do now?" I breathed.

"Run away with me. We can leave it all behind, no more L'manberg, no more Dream. We can be in peace. Have our house in the woods like we always wanted." He told me softly. I closed my eyes, trying to imagine it.

"Tommy... I can't. You died. You died without getting the discs. Now that burden falls to me. I'll find them and I'll take them. And then we can be free. We can have our house in the woods." I assured him, the decision weighing heavy on me. I walked over to the body of the blonde boy, aware of the dead eyes of hi ghost on me. I leaned down, pressing my lips softly to his forehead.

"Rest in peace, Tommy Innit." I sighed, wiping away a tear.

"You know, all this time I tried to find a way back home I realised... All it would have taken was for you to be here. Y/N, you're my home. You complete me."

I turned to the blonde ghost, a sad smile on my face.

"I'm sorry I was too late."

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