/3rd Person POV/

/Minecraft/

"Ranboo, where are you taking me?" M/n asked, half asleep. Ranboo had busted down the door of M/n's house and dragged him out without warning. He was now leading a half-conscious M/n down the wooden roads and pathways of the Smp.

"I'm going to show you something that'll get you out of your house," Ranboo muttered.

It was true. After M/n had learned of Tommy's death, he had barricaded himself in his house. Only coming out when he needed to stock up on supplies. On one of the supply trips, M/n had met a woman named Puffy.

She was lovely, and the two had bonded quickly. They had discussed a lot of different things, including Tommy. Apparently, Puffy had cared for Tommy as well and had made a memorial for him. M/n had brought multitudes of flowers, ranging from rose bushes to oxeye daisies, and placed them all around the memorial.

He actually fell asleep there once.

M/n also still hadn't forgiven himself for what he did to Sam. He had been sending Sam different varients of snacks, cakes, cookies, whatever he could get his hands on. Guilt had been eating at him for the last two days, but he never actually got the guts to apologize in person.

"Ranboo, please just tell me where we're going," M/n muttered sleepily.

"We're going to see Tommy", Ranboo said, causing M/n to stop in his tracks. The force made Ranboo rubber-band into M/n, who stood strong.

"What?" M/n said quietly, an image of disbelief in his eyes. His body shook slightly, hands twitching.

Ranboo looked at the ground, then at him. "I said we're going to see Tommy." M/n shook his head, "Tommy's dead. How are we going to see him?"

Not answering, Ranboo only tugged on M/n's arm until he followed. M/n walked next to Ranboo, keeping pace easily. Glancing at the boy at his side, M/n felt a pang of regret.

During his grieving process over Tommy, he realized, he had completely neglected the other boys. Tubbo, Ranboo, and Purpled, who he had met during a game of Bedwars. He had left all of them completely on their own. M/n knew they were independent, sure, but that didn't mean he wasn't allowed to worry.

(Is Purpled a minor? I don't actually know. I think he is. Please tell me if I'm missing anyone.)

M/n came out of his sleepy state and realized that Ranboo had led him to Tommy's hotel. While he hadn't been paying attention, Ghostbur had formed at M/n's side, trailing after him. Ghostbur had noticed an invisible pull that was bringing him to M/n. Like a thread.

Sensing Ghostbur's presence, M/n discreetly positioned his hand to his side. Ghostbur took note of this and grasped it with his own.

It had become a sort of system for the two of them. M/n was one of the only people on the Smp that could physically touch Ghostbur, like actual physical contact. They shared some type of emotional connection, which was found out after M/n had freaked out because of Tommy's death. No matter where one of them was, the other could sense their emotions.

So whenever one was nervous or sad, they would actively seek out the other. Ghostbur's apparition was always cold, cause, you know... he's dead. But M/n was the exact opposite. For some reason, his body was almost always in the extremely warm temperature range.

Almost worryingly so.

But strangely, it only became this hot in the daylight. Whenever it was nighttime, or he was in the shade, M/n's temperature was normal. Their temperatures together, though, were almost perfect. They negated each other. A comforting temperature for the both of them.

"We're almost there", Ranboo said, climbing a ladder. M/n followed silently, practically floating across the floor. His footsteps were practically non-existent. He ducked under the doorframe of the room, closing the door behind him. M/n kept his eyes on the floor, whatever Ranboo planned on showing him, he didn't want to see.

"You have to look up eventually", came Ranboo's voice, causing M/n to give a firm shake of his head, like a child.

"How in God's name are you older than me?" Came a voice. It wasn't exactly mocking, but more in a joking way. M/n's breath caught in his throat and looked up.

There, in all his red and white-shirted glory, was Tommy.

M/n tentatively walked up to Tommy and circled around him. He squeezed Tommy's face, causing Tommy to smack his hand away. That reaction made M/n realize that Tommy was real.

Choking back a cry, M/n pulled Tommy into a hug. "Kid, I'm so sorry." He whispered, causing Tommy to crack and buried his face into M/n's stomach, his quiet sobs echoing through the almost empty room. M/n nodded at Ranboo, who nodded back and left the room.

M/n stood there for a good five minutes, letting Tommy release all the emotions he had pent up. Cause there was a lot of it.

"How are you alive?" M/n muttered once Tommy was done. Tommy wiped away his tears and took a deep breath. "Dream brought me back. He had a book that allowed him to bring back people from the dead", he said, looking at the floor.

M/n pursed his lip. Of course, Dream of all people had that ability.

"Tommy", M/n said, "I promise, with all of my power, that Dream will never get you again."

"Thank you", Tommy whispered, his voice hoarse, "I have something to give you." Tommy shifted through his pocket, pulling out a small object. M/n gently took it and brought it to his face. His heart melted when he realized it was a purple, black, red, and green braided bracelet.

"I made this for you when I was in the cell," Tommy said, and M/n smiled. "Will you help me tie it on?" M/n asked, and Tommy nodded. Tommy's fingers moved quick and nimbly, tying the threads around M/n's wrist.

M/n rested his hand on Tommy's head, ruffling his hair. "Thanks, kid."

-Timeskip-

"Puffy", M/n said, coming up behind the said woman. She turned around, her sheep-like ears twitching.

"Yes?"

"I need your help with something."

"Of course, what do you need?"

M/n fiddled with his bracelet, "Phil told me something about Tommy wanting a beach party."

Puffy nodded, "Yeah, I heard about that. Dream never gave out the invites, right?" M/n nodded, "I want to throw him an actual party. It's almost his birthday anyway, so I thought it might be nice."

Puffy nodded vigorously, her fluffy hair bouncing. "That's actually a pretty good idea. Niki could help with the cake, and I could probably sort out some other stuff." M/n gave her a thumbs up. "I could probably set up the invites and the games", he said, already planning activities in his mind.

"This is gonna be great."

-TBC-

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This is everyone's height irl.