Stop it, Dream stop it, don't come any closer, STOP IT STOP IT STO-
Thud.
Fuck.
Shit.
No no no no no no NONONONONONONONONONONONONO, THIS WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN.
Crimson, dripping down his forehead, leaving a somber stain.
He's dead.
He actually killed him.
This was a mistake.
He hastily grabbed a book, binded by symbols and the image of a totem.
Suo et seminat in sanguinem influit, ligant in carne sanare ictu. Morte relinquam ab illa coelestis gradus, et vivificet eum qui cecidit ei mansit.
Sand was falling.
Time was wasting.
He wasn't waking up.
Crap.
He raised his hands, tugging at his hair.
He was meant to live.
He wasn't meant to let his anger get the best of him.
Tommy was dead.
And here he was, alive mere seconds ago.
Prime was going to kill him.
He was in for hell.
꧁꧂
Tommy woke up.
He was in a room, void of colour, pitch black.
Distantly he could hear a woman crying.
"Hello?"
The crying was now closer.
So close yet so far.
No one was nearby.
"Who's there?"
Slowly yet steadily, a woman shrouded in elegant indigo, liquid dripping from under her veil.
"My precious son, my child." She sharply inhaled, raising a hand to Tommy's cheek.
Tommy's head slightly tilted to the side in confusion.
"Who are you?" Tommy asked.
The woman exhaled, lifting her veil slightly to reveal a beautiful figure with inky hair.
Tommy's eyes widened.
"I remember you." He gasped.
She smiled, engulfing the boy in a hug.
"I'm your mother, Tommy. I missed you so much." She revealed.
Tommy's eyes grew tears, his cheeks moist.
"Why are you crying?" Tommy replied, amnesia creeping up.
The woman, his mother, let loose of her grasp, releasing Tommy from her hug.
"You've passed. You're at the inbetween." She said with a somber smile.
Tommy's eyes widened.
Memories flooded him.
The prison.
Dream.
His death.
The cold walls, welcoming him once again.
"I'm dead..?" His voice cracked, eyes focused to the distance.
His mother nodded.
"You shouldn't be here, Tommy. You weren't meant to die."
Tommy shook with emotion.
His mother, who he had missed badly, was here and present, and he was murdered, by Dream of all people.
"I... I deserved this, didn't I?" His eyes softened, tears coming to a stop.
His mother froze.
"It was my fault everyone suffered, right?" He blankly looked up at his mother.
She was shaking with anger.
"Tommy."
Tommy looked back to the depths of the void.
"You didn't deserve this. NOTHING was your fault." She cried, hands on his shoulders.
"Why would you think that? How could you ever blame yourself?"
Tommy's eyebrows furrowed.
"Dream told me I caused the wars. He told me-"
"That's enough." His mother interrupted, anger violently present.
"I am going to have a word with that green shit after this." She hissed.
"Tommy," She smiled, anger fading away, "How would you feel if I gave you another chance?"
Tommy's eyes glistened with hope as he looked back at his mother.
"Wouldn't that be prohibite-"
"Oh, fuck the rules," She rolled her eyes, "Can't a woman have fun with her children?" She smirked.
Tommy softly smiled.
So this was what having a mom was like.
She was lovely, and Tommy already loved her.
She did more than Phil could've, and that's just from the mere minutes he spent with her.
"Can I see Wilbur, before I do?"
His mother nodded, taking his hand, only to vanish with him and reappearing in a field of grass.
Wilbur was shocked, too.
"Where- Tommy?"
His attention was fully focused on Tommy, ignoring how he had randomly appeared elsewhere.
"Hi, Wil." He smiled.
Wilbur was crying.
"What are you doing here?" He shrieked, pacing towards the teen.
Tommy chuckled, hugging the elder brunette.
"Let's just say Dream fucked me up badly."
Wilbur shot away from Tommy's arms, eyes wide and anger seething.
"What did he do?" He asked, almost demanding.
Tommy nervously scratched at the back of his head.
"He, well, he hit my head against an obsidian wall repeatedly. It fucking hurt."
Wilbur's anger just grew, more and more.
"I can't believe he'd- Why would he do that?"
Tommy sighed.
"Long story."
Jschlatt suddenly appeared out of nowhere, chugging on a bottle containing his favourite liquid.
He opened an eye, mouth leaving the glass bottle.
His eyes widened confusedly, eyes darting the area.
"What the fuck? Where am I? Tommy?"
Tommy simply deadpanned.
Jschlatt simply nodded, returning to enjoying his drink.
MD also appeared too.
"Eyy, Tommy, how are you my man?" He raised his arms, embracing the teen.
Tommy chuckled, "Doing great, who knew Death would be such a bitch?"
A cough came from the side, his mother looking unimpressed yet amused with a raised eyebrow.
Tommy froze, mouth agape.
"You're not telling me?"
She simply nodded.
Tommy's brain couldn't process all this shit, simply staring at her while she giggled at his reaction.
"Alright then, I think you're ready to go then Tommy." She smiled.
Wilbur somberly smiled as Tommy walked towards Death, ready to take him away.
Tommy looked back, MD waving and Wilbur smiling back with a nod.
Schlatt couldn't give a fuck, he was simply downing that bottle, the liquor seeming to be endless.
He sighed, waving goodbye.
Both Death and Tommy vanished.
Tommy then woke up, in a bedroom.
He looked around, no one nearby.
Even Death was gone.
He sighed, looking down at his hands, only to notice something was different.
wait a damn fucking minute.
He shot up off the bed, heading towards a mirror.
He was a woman.
A fucking woman.
"WHAT THE FUCK??" Tommy screeched confusedly.
He sighed.
This was going to take some getting used to.
And since he was now female, he could guess he would often be called 'lady' or be labelled as 'she/her'.
Honestly, Tommy wouldn't really care. He understood why people would think that, anyways.
He decided he wouldn't mind the pronouns she/her along with he/him
I mean, she had reincarnated, and Prime knew who his body was so he'll have to come up with something.
Tommy got changed, simply closing his eyes or not paying attention to the feminine counterparts.
He didn't want to look at them, really.
She then got out of his room, being greeted by a hallway and stairs leading down.
Once he walked down, he figured she lived alone.
He shrugged, looking through the fridge.
There was some bacon and eggs, so she decided to fry some.
The bacon reminded him of pigs, and well, with pigs she was reminded of Technoblade.
Tommy hummed.
He still had blonde hair and blue eyes, but the blonde hair was longer honestly.
She wondered where Technoblade is, and if anyone cared for his death, or if anyone even knew.
He hoped they were sad.
Dream was most likely laughing his ass off, that fucker.
Tommy then smelt the smell of something burning.
OH SHIT.
He quickly flipped the bacon before it could burn any further.
She sighed, pinching her glabella.
Already alive and he immediately burns something.
Definitely a great start.
Tommy looked outside the window.
His house was situated near the forest and not too far from a village, apparently.
It was perfect as she could trade and hunt for animals, as much as he hated hunting.
There was also flowers nearby.
He vibrated with warmth.
Tommy shook at the strange feeling, only to realise she was a moobloom hybrid now.
Huh.
Multiple things had changed.
He took the pan off the stove, sliding the breakfast into a plate, placing the pan back onto the counter and taking the plat to the table.
A clock stood infront of the table, and it read 10:37 AM.
Tommy hummed.
While eating, his brain clicked.
She was a hybrid now, and hybrids were hunted.
He'll have to conceal her hybrid traits whenever she went outside, now that she thought.
This wasn't the DreamSMP, where hybrids were safe.
He was elsewhere, as she faintly remembered a whisper of 'I will not let Dream harm you again' from his mother.
The idea was most likely, as for Dream not to harm him he'd have to be far, far away, hidden.
And now that she thought, the body of a female was less likely to be the host of Dream's target.
Besides, he was still in prison, so she was safe.
For now.
She took her plate to the sink, scrubbing at it then the pan with soap and lukewarm water.
Since he was alone, she would have to be the one doing all the chores instead of paying no mind or doing a few.
She hummed.
He decided to wear a cardigan along with her blouse and simple black jeans.
She decided to venture out in the forest, bow and quill packed with arrows in hand.
She was running low on supplies anyway, and he was needing food.
He didn't want to waste any money on the village anyways, last he went to one the stuff was expensive.
Idiots were just trying to bargain to rid of their stuff.
The majority of the butchers of the last village he had been to as 'Tommy', they demanded the exact price.
Greedy little fuckers.
Tommy sighed, Examining the area from a tree.
He wanted to see if any animal would decide to simply walk through his vision, wanting to be killed.
Out came a cow, lured by some luscious grass that caught it's eye.
Tommy felt sympathy while pulling back the arrow.
He remembered Henry, and his Mushroom counterpart.
She sighed, softening the pull on the arrow, de-attaching it from the string.
This wasn't worth it.
And besides, he was moobloom anyways, she technically was about to murder one of her own kin since moobloom held relation to other cows and mooshrooms.
He walked away, the cow peering at her in curiosity.
She decided to find other prey.
A rabbit caught her eye, and he ruthlessly shot it with an arrow, collecting it's body from the ground.
Empathy did reach her, but he decided to fight it away.
He then caught a pig, deciding it was enough.
He sort of liked to think he just fucking murdered Technoblade, ignoring the 'eating bacon' bit.
She chuckled at the joke.
Yeah, he wouldn't mind this life.
Few days later, Tommy decided to venture out into the village, wearing a beige sweater and dark-grey jeans, topped with brown boot-like shoes he had found in the closet.
He wanted to look like a normal person at least, since he didn't want people to be suspicious of her.
She walked around, looking for potentially good items.
There were quite a few stands that caught her attention, like one with gapples, but he decided not to waste his money and use it wisely.
He came across one with vegetables and fruits, and she bought some along with her home.
He stored it in her inventory, and decided to proceed further.
She then spotted a blacksmith's, with some weapons even enchanted.
She entered, looking around and inspecting the objects - even testing it's sharpness.
"What's a little lady like you doing here looking for weapons?" A voice entered from behind the counter.
Tommy's eyes darted to the person, who seemed to be the maker of the weapons.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" He narrowed his eyes.
The blacksmith hummed.
"I'm looking for weapons. Just something light yet dangerous."
"And why would you need one? Shouldn't you be out there, looking for well, I don't know, a handsome man?"
Tommy burned with fury.
Was this how women was treated?
"If you have a problem with my decisions then you can tell it to my fucking fists. You may be bigger and stronger, but words can cut deeper than knives." She hissed.
The blacksmith's eyebrows raised in shock.
"You're quite fiery, aren't you? I like it. I'll get you just what you need." He chuckled.
Tommy was definitely going to murder this man if it weren't for his skills in making tools.
Sure, he could make her own, but she currently didn't have the materials.
The blacksmith handed her a dagger, which was in fact quite sharp and lengthy.
"It's lethal. If it's your taste then I would like 75 emeralds." He crossed his arms.
Tommy scoffed.
Always the blacksmiths who have large prices.
Tommy luckily had 135 emeralds, and gave the blacksmith 10 extra.
"Take the spare," She said once giving the 19 extra emeralds, "You'll need it for that attitude."
The blacksmith amusedly watched the female blonde exit his shop.
There wasn't many people like that person, and he knew that as a fact.
Tommy, meanwhile, was not having his day.
She felt like stabbing shit now that she had a weapon similar to a sword, but he decided not to make that mistake.
While walking to his home, she deposited the fruits and vegetables in the fridge, and decided to walk outside and visit the forest.
The forest usually calmed her, and he enjoyed the breeze of the wind against his face.
That enjoyment soon turned to confusion as she heard something in the distance.
"THERE'S THE HYBRID! GET IT, IT'S GETTING AWAY!"
Tommy widened her eyes, remembering she had hidden his traits so he was fine.
But who was escaping hunters, and how did they get here?
She unsheathed her weapon from a hilt she bought on her way back, ready to fight.
She could see a pink blur in the distance, only getting him more and more startled.
The more startled she were, however, the more he was prepared.