Don't Confuse Falling with Floating, it Could get you Killed.

Why exactly had it made him fall faster when his brothers fort had been blown to smithereens? He couldn't tell you, it, perhaps, made his heart heavier, and it acted as an anchor to the falling. He was attached, now, and falling faster than ever. Maybe all he needed was a little bit of frost bite? Maybe he needed to tear out his heart, and rip it to shreds, all he needed to do was detach his heart and mind, a tethered string is all that held it there.

His cold feet had woken his floating mind, only then did he realize that he was far away from Dream. Only then did he realize that, maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't have to fall anymore and he could float back to the surface before he drowned. He didn't realize how cold he was till he sat under the house of an old friend. A friend that would catch Tommy's flailing child self, and save him from the prison of falling.

Only when he was discovered by the god of blood and all things red, did he realize that falling and floating were not the same thing. Only then did he realize how to swim, only then could he fly again. Only when he started clawing his was back to the surface, had his imagination began to run wild like buffalo, and that his happiness was soaring like beautiful swans. Only when he was mere inches from breaking through the surface, had and explosion rendered him unconscious and a new hole was dug, and he was falling again.

This time, though, he let himself fall. He knew that even if he tried to fly again, his wings were sopping wet, and they were to heavy on his thin back. Only then did he realize it was better to fall than to float. Only then did he feel relieved at the familiar sensation. Only then had Tommy fallen to far to be reached by Ranboos long loving arms. Only then had he decided he needed to fall and not float.

He wasn't at peace, no not at all, he was in a dark place, and he was afraid of the dark, he was still a child. He had never grown up. He had never lost his ability to fly, his wings were not to wet, and he was reborn in the cold dark waters of his mind. He was a phoenix, destined to be reborn with bigger wings, wings that could be taken close to the sun without melting. Wings that did not sink in the dark airless water. Only then did he realize it was unwise to fall. Only then did he begin to float. His feet, ankles, and legs wrapped in a dark tar, but his arms, wings, hands, and face were above the darkness and they were clawing to break free.

Only then did he realize falling was dangerous, and floating was scary. Only then did he wish to be flying with his father. Only then did he wish to fly above Tubbo again. Only then did he wish he had Technoblades strong arms to hoist him out of the dark grave, where he would be incased till the day his physical body died. Only then did he realize the true meaning of floating, and he hated the food the darkness fed his ringing ears.

He hated the mocking laugh of that strange man in green. He hated the fact that he didn't have something to tune out the laugh, and that he had no other things for his ears to eat in the darkness. He wished for his discs then, more than the wish to fly, he wanted to listen to music in his suspension. So he took Tubbo to Dream and stole them back. He had won, and he was floating in the darkness. Voices and horrific laughter of people he had once loved tuned out by the gentle sounds of his discs.

He could never get rid of the gentle voice of a woman, she had given his ears good food. She lessened the ringing in his mind, and made the darkness a little less dark. She was dressed in all black, and a veil covered her soft face. Tommy would know her anywhere, and suddenly he was a child again, snuggled up to his mother in a deep forest no longer filled with fear, only her presence alone brought light to Tommy's darkness.

Only she could gently reach her hands into his the tar, and pull her baby from the sticky substance. Only she took him home, only she could calm his aching spirit and let him rest in his own bed. Maybe he had been falling physically the whole time. People do say that your life flashes before your eyes when you die. Maybe the fall was his life, maybe he was destined to fall.

His body fell, in what seemed like slow motion, he fell through the years. He finally stopped falling, and he was a child again. He was twenty paces from Dream. He fired a shot, he missed. Dream, however did not, and Tommy was falling again. He fell until he was a scared twelve year old, in a ravine, with a broken minded man. The man with crazed eyes hit him and he was falling again, he fell till the man clicked a button, and he fell again. He was 14 now, still recovering from the death of his brother, the resentment of his father, and the cold shoulders of most adults. He was second in command, and Tubbo was getting distant. He fell again, he fell into a fire filled house, Ranboo close beside him. He fell, he fell into a plain biome, a deep hole with his stuff inside sat in front of him. He fell when Dream lit the explosive and threw it into the hole. He fell to the top of a dirt tower, then he fell into a snow bank. He tripped into Technos arms, and had scraped his heart in the community house. He sat up in a crater reaching bedrock, and stood on top of a tall mountain.The ground shook, and he fell into the crack it had created. Screens of his life sat around and he watched every heartbreak, betrayal, every sliver of hope die. He watched his life, his mother sat next to him, while he floated.

She whispered into his ear, offering comfort and warmth with her voice alone. At the end, when he saw his fall to the ground in Dream cell, a bloodied potato sat in a clenched fist, his mother had given him his wings, so he could fly again. He took them gratefully, and flew to join a game of solitaire. His brother and Mexican Dream were playing. Schlatt was passed out on the floor, he was the table, and it looked like Mexican Dream was winning. Tommy could fly again. That's all he wanted, he would no longer mistake falling for floating. To do that meant death, but he was dead anyway, so what did it matter if he had made that mistake again.

He was a child who had learned his lesson, he would never allow his mind to connect the two thoughts again.