Chapter Text
Lying on the cold obsidian floor is not what Tommy would consider a good time. Hell being in the fucking prison was not what he would consider a good time but no because he had to come inside the day the prison malfunctioned. After trying to get some closure after what Dream had done to him had left him there dying on the ground. Dream was talking in the background his words loud and cocky but his mind just wasn't grasping anything he tried to focus but it felt like trying to grab air.
He couldn’t feel his limbs now, just his head pounding. That too was slowly slipping away just like any sort of peace Tommy had, had before L’manburg. It was getting hard to think now the darkness that had started crawling into his vision was getting bigger. So this is what his third life would end with. Being beaten to death with a fucking potato. He hopes Wilbur will be happy to see him and he’ll finally have peace after all the wars and fights he had been through. Thoughts drift into nothing as his world is consumed by the void
“Oh my child,” a soft voice whispers into his ears . “You weren’t supposed to end up like that. You should have had decades more than you had.”
“I’s okay,” he tells them “I’ll finally be able to rest now.”
“My child, I believe that you should have had more time and not been killed by that deformed Teletubby.” their voice grows resentful at the end. “I shall send you to a world that loves you for you are love. They shall cherish you and see all the good that I see in you.”
“May your second chance soothe the aches and hatred that the others have stained you with. May the night give you passage.” The voice grows distant and a wave of coolness washes over him.
“Goodbye.”