****DEATH****
Tommy woke up from prison, he saw Dream in the corner giggling. Tommy had wished he could have been some elsewhere, but at least he was revived and not abandoned on that cold dark place called Limbo. Tommy wiped his face from all the cold sweat and tears he has, he noticed he was bleeding from his four head, but it was dried. Tommy wanted to get out, so he was relieved that he was finally able to get away from Dream, he hated Dream with every part of him, Dreams long dirty blonde hair looked disgusting, to Tommy at least.
Tommy ran out the bar of the prison door, and runs past Sam, Sam was a big guy, Sam was extremely muscular and about 8 feet, someone you wouldn't want to talk to just by looking at him. Tommy used to trust him, but Tommy is starting to have second thoughts about that part. Tommy ran to his home ignoring everyone, though there was barley anyone there to see him. Even Wilbur, Wilbur was good looking and 6'6 feet to be exact, he had a patch of dead, green skin on the corner of his left side of his face. Wilbur always walked around, he smelled disgusting, he was like a living corpse, but expect he actually was a living corpse. Wilbur also walked around with butterfly's hanging all over his body, butterflies are attracted to corpse's. Tommy walked around with butterflies on him too, though most of them were blue, but Tommy was aware that he looked like death affected him more than Wilbur, due to being up and out because of Dream, and maybe sometimes because of himself. He knows just by looking in the mirror, Tommy was now skinny, his ribs were showing, Tommy had cut all over his arms and his thighs, he did them himself and some are also because of Dream, but instead they stayed. Tommy had pale skin and some places of his skin had a pale blue of it, like his nose, lips, ears, knees, elbows, and his eyes. His eyes did have a bit of problem, they weren't a normal color blue, they were a cold, pale blue now. Tommy has long golden blonde hair, it was to his shoulders, he still had his curls and lock of white hair, some from stress, some from revival.
Tommy ran as fast as he could to his broken-down house, it was filled with flowers and Tommy was already getting butterflies all over him. The tickled his skin and followed him as he walked into the house. Tommy hadn't gotten proper rest; he was thirsty and hungry at the same time. Though there was something he had missed most, he missed reading, they gave him a certain feeling that not even a person or a pet could give him. It made Tommy feel safe and made him forget his problems, Tommy house had books everywhere, the books were stacked under the tables, counters even under the bed. There were mountains of them, and still Tommy thought that it wasn't enough for him to be satisfied.
Tommy wobbled over to his bed, it wasn't much but it was enough for him to appreciate, though he would rather be taking a nap on the flower garden than being in this dark, ugly house. Tommy grabbed a book, that was always in his pocket, it was small but to Tommy it had the whole world in it, he could read it over and over again and still wouldn't get bored. Tommy read it and continued for almost the whole night, he didn't feel like sleeping, nor hungry, he just wanted something that could make him feel a spark of something happy.
