afterlife

death.

tommy quickly opened his eyes, taking a gulp.

where am i?

darkness was all he could see, furrowing his brows.

he glanced down, staring at his hands before looking up.

what the fuck.

tommy's eyes widen, hastily looking around to see anyone.

then he suddenly remembers.

..

dead..

he's..

dead.

tommy moved his blonde loose locks, out of distress.

oh.

right.

how could he forget?

dream punched him to death.

with a fucking potato.

a sigh left the blondie's mouth, rubbing his tired and bruised face.

might as well look around.

tommy walked among the endless dark void, or at least he thought it was endless.

he kept on walking.

walking until he felt like his legs were about to come off.

he walked.

and walked

and walked.

until he saw a white door.

what the fuck..

he walks up to the door, furrowing his brows.

turning the knob, he opens the door.

the light blinds his eyes, covering his face as he squints.

"holy fuck."

that voice.

oh god.

not him.

not..

tommy gulped, opening his eyes as he saw three very familiar faces.

mexian dream.

jschlatt.

and..

wilbur.

his friend.

oh well, ex friend since he went crazy and died.

"..tommy?"

another gulp.

tommy clench his fingers, out of habit.

"..hey."

a chair fell down, then rabid footsteps were heard.

"its- it's really you!" a hand went up to cup tommy's cheek, a laugh was heard after.

"god, why the hell are you bruised up like that?"

another hand went up to his face, touching, his blackened eye and bruised lip.

he didn't feel safe.

isnt he supposed to feel safe seeing him?

tommy slap wilbur's hand away from his face, frowning at the brunette.

" i- he- i'm not supposed to be here." tommy stutters out, feeling mad.

than sad.

then just wanting to go home.

"i'm not supposed to be here, w- with you! with all of you guys!" he spoke louder, his throat dry.

he felt like crying.

silence.

nobody said anything.

void.

then a chuckle.

then a laugh.

tommy moved his gaze from wilbur to the dead president.

" it- it worked!" between chuckles, jschlatt talked, wiping away tears from his eyes.

"huh, didn't know he'd go that far." a smile was on the goat's lips, amusement was clear in his voice.

was..

was he amused that he died?

he wanted to beat that goat fucker.

so hard.

so badly.

so...

..so..

..

tommy took a breath in, shakily exhaling.

wilbur clap his hands together, a smile on his face, "well then! let's play some solitaire!"

a groan left jschlatt's mouth, "are you fuckin' kiddin' me?! we played that for 36 hours!"

"nahh man! i'm goin' to grito in boredom man!" mexican dream groans out, walking away.

jschlatt took a sip out of his bottle before grunting, "if you're playin' that, don't fuckin' wake me up."

wilbur rolled his eyes, putting his arm around tommy. "we don't need them, we can play it on our own!" a laugh left the older man.

tommy sighed, pursing his lips.

i guess this is his life now.

aa i hope you like the first chapter of my new story!

please tell me how it was ! ^^

translation !!

grito : scream in spanish

- marry

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