Tommy pov

Two days after Dream was thrown in prison and the final battle

It had been two, agonizing and numbing days.

That was all it had been, even though it felt like years had passed by and time had left Tommy cowering on that damn mountain, soaked to the bone in rain and blood.

Time was a bitch, a shit piece of measurement that was cruel and waited for no one. It didn't slow or stop when it felt like the world was falling apart or when you begged it to stop.

It didn't even care when someone you loved like a sister died moments after you had held her.

And begged her to stay.

So when he returned home, being carried off the mountain with his own bloodied back and Tubbo's hand in his, Tommy shattered every clock he came in contact with.

Glass fragmented under his angry screams and hurled fists, blood blooming on his knuckles and arms as shards embedded deep into his skin but not as deep as her shard sunk into his heart.

Sam and Puffy quickly swept away the broken glass, taking Tommy's energy with it, then removing any other breakable object in his dirt house. Either one of them was always around, watching him when the other was away to grieve.

Or tending to his now useless wing.

In his hatred and blinding pain, Dream had lunged at Tubbo because he thought they were the ones to kill her. That bitch thought they would kill y/n.

Tommy had thrown himself in front of Dream's angry swing with her copper dagger, slicing right through his white feathers and into the tendon, rendering the wing forever damaged.

Sam and Punz had quickly restrained Dream, their eyes snagging on her still form after clasping iron manacles onto the crazed man. Dream screamed that it was the teens' fault and for them to get away from her.

Tommy could've cared less about the hot pain shooting through his back or the blood pouring over his armor, not when the small army coming to save the teens found y/n behind Dream as he desperately tried to get at Tommy.

The look on the man's face was one that had haunted Tommy's dreams for the past two nights when he was able to sleep.

Insanity and brokenness only found in a person when their soulmate died.

Thunder jostled overhead, shaking Tommy from his troubled and too-light sleep. The dirt room was moist with downpour and dark without the help of torches.

The torches' light bothered him now, reminding him too much of the golden light y/n had created. Light that had saved him and Tubbo, light that had gone out before his very eyes despite his efforts.

Creak...

"Tommy?" A familiar voice asked timidly from the front door, the rain's shushing increasing. "Are you ready?"

When he didn't respond, facing the wall in his bed, the person walked over and gently shook his bandaged shoulder. The white feathery wings he had come to love were gone, forever tucked into his back.

"C'mon, Toms," They said, moving away to open a chest. "You have to get dressed."

Tommy faintly tugged at the items on his wrist, trying to find comfort that had been brought when he was in exile.

The dirtied green bandana was tied loosely around his wrist with her wooden charm bracelet just above it. The feather charm cut into his hand, the pain barely noticeable in his palm.

The amulet bracelet was the only thing he requested to keep, Techno having taken her wolves and horse back to his home amidst the painfully slow two days. The wolves hadn't understood where their mother had gone, just whimpering and crying.

Her other family, Sapnap and George, sheltered her cat and her molten sword in their arms, along with her navy hoodie. Most of her possessions were packed by them, boxes full of things that were painfully taped up.

The feeling of the charms dangling against his palm made Tommy turn over and see Ranboo, already dressed in his depressing black suit, holding one almost exactly the same out to him.

Deep scars ran down his yin and yang face, red and green still traced there. More were brimming in his eyes at the thought of the event they were about to attend.

Pain shot through Tommy's chest as he rose and got ready for her funeral, with a dark tie and suit and a bundle of lilacs and white roses in both of their hands. The colors popped against the dreadful day.

No words were spoken between the two teens as they left, Ranboo holding an umbrella over both of them. The weather mirrored the mood that hung heavily over the lands, extending to the hill behind her old house.

Clumps of black were already gathered there, Tommy and Ranboo being the last to arrive. People parted for them to get to the front where her sleek headstone was in the ground, flowers placed in bundles.

The service was long and heartbreaking, Tommy slipping a second into it as Sapnap and George took their turn to talk through heavy sobs and the words that expressed their love.

Next, it was Quackity's turn with Karl, speaking solemnly and barely holding back tears. Sam and Puffy were quietly crying during it, their eyes red and swollen from secret tears shed the night before.

And sooner than he wanted, it was Tommy's turn to step forward with Ranboo, Tubbo, and Techno.

His older brother had a far-off look in his eye, unfocused and lost amongst pain, pink strands of unbound hair falling in front. There was no one nearby to pull it back with careful hands and gentle tugs.

Each bent down to place flowers on her already flower-clustered grave, white roses, lilacs, and golden lotuses nestled at the top. Techno placed the lotuses with care, a concealed meaning hidden behind them.

Tommy tried to speak but he failed her and broke down, turning into Techno's welcoming chest. Tubbo did the same, only getting through a few words before crumpling like a dead leaf into Ranboo's arms.

So Techno took over, tears skimming down his face with pure pain and the hints of sobbing that would come later.

Grief was tilled in the soil they stood on, slipping deeper into the ground where she lay in her Antarctic outfit.

Techno's words were simple yet painstakingly hard.

He spoke of family, how she had found Tommy's own family and brought them together even in their darkest times.

He talked of her witty mind, fiery humor and temper, and unbreakable will that only benefited her in battle and made her a god damned good friend and an even better sister.

But what really broke Techno, his words wavering for the first time, was when he brought up her soft and guiding light that seemed to draw them all into her warm personality and made them all feel like family.

That damn light broke Tommy, destroying him.

Finally, when they finished, there were no eyes left dry. Everyone had begun to lean on each other and feel the shock be brushed off like a blindfold being removed to expose the gaping holes in their hearts.

This is what it felt like to lose Wilbur, he realized, but it didn't hurt this bad because it wasn't sudden.

Her death was abrupt and unseen.

And the worst part, was deep down, Tommy knew she wouldn't return as a ghost. He didn't want her to come back to this shit world anyway, not now that she was resting with her mother.

He remembered his promise to her, one of the last things he had said, was to tell her story

And Tommy promised, as he and Techno leaned on each other to walk down the slippery hill away from the tree that overhung her grave with bright lotuses, that when he got better he would beat the shit out of Dream in prison and scream her story from the rooftops.

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One year later

Dream pov

Silence.

That's how it had been for a year, agonizing and unnerving silence.

But isn't silence what he always wanted?

Dream had managed to convince himself that he had indeed always wanted silence, especially when Tommy was around. There had never been a time when they were friends or even something close to that.

Tommy.

The boy's name sent a disgusted tremble through Dream's chained hands, the bright orange prison uniform crumpling a bit. Unbearable heat slipped under his skin from the wall of lava, making his hands sweat in their irons.

Dream bit back at the bile in his throat that rose in the stream of memories that followed Tommy's name and the specific person that floated above the others.

A familiar slice of pain wedged in his broken heart.

Don't think of her.

Dream screwed his eyes shut when they wandered to the corner of the obsidian room that was covered with blood, Sam's howls still etched into the cracks.

He slowed his breathing, letting his soul sink away with the familiar steps he had mastered. There hadn't been a need for this skill until now, Tommy being the trigger.

Schlatt's burned book was finally being put to use.

Lava snaps and eerie silence faded away to be replaced with a floating feeling, ripples all around his unbound wrists and longer hair that curled at the nape of his neck.

Inky limbo, sunny skies.

Lurking shadows, bright stars.

Opposites attracting to this one place where they could meet and travel into each other.

Hiss...

Scents of underground water, the feel of a cool breeze against his closed eyes, the whisper of machinery hissing as it slowed to a stop under red lights.

A satisfying clunk of doors opening, three sets of footsteps slowly making their way to him.

Dream felt his face contort into a sick grin back on the surface, pulling him and the three others back to the dank and miserable obsidian box.

When he opened his eyes again, there was nothing for a moment.

Just the same old flowing lava wall, the same aggravating tick of the clock that was just out of his reach, and the purple drops that hung from the crying obsidian of the ceiling.

His eyes searched the room wildly, searching for the prize he had waited for a year to receive.

Everywhere his eyes fell was a place with scars that ran deeper than a blade could ever muster, Dream's heart bearing those marks underneath the front of building insanity and raw anger that made him snap.

The black box was torture, the ceiling, walls, and floor all mocking him.

The dark floor couldn't grow her beautiful grass or the flowers she would make with just the graze of her fingertips against a blade.

The agonizing walls blocked out her balmy breezes and the pattering of her magic's rain. He had begged the gods for just the slightest shift in the wind or a sharp gust to show him that she was still alive.

The ceiling was the worst, depriving him of the one thing that her soul still remained in.

From his cell, the ceiling stopped her sunny light of the sun and stars from being warmed on his permanently tear-streaked face. He couldn't even see her place amongst the stars if she were truly dead.

No, she's dead. Thanks to you.

The voice uttered the words he had heard for the past year.

It wasn't the dark god that had controlled him before or even the darkness attempting to get at him.

It was his own voice, madness taking the sound of his stricken and stretched tone.

His eyes flicked back to the front of the cell when there was a pop of movement, an evil snarl building in his chest.

The final blow of machinery locking into place, allowing for its passengers to leave the station.

A teen with blonde hair and clouded blue eyes faded into existence, deep bruises covering his body from Dream's own fists. He cowered behind the other form appearing, this one sporting a brown trench coat and a vengeful expression.

Tommy and Wilbur each had a white streak in their hair, curling over their dark expressions.

Panic rose in Dream's chest for a second when there was no other person, but this one came on a second later after fighting the thing that had dragged them onto the train as its prisoner and passenger.

Every whisper and invisible thread that strangled him disappeared, the third person appearing out of the lava like she was one with it.

She had always wondered if she would survive in the lava.

A soft crack emitted in the room followed by the flow of something returning to the air that had long been missing the steady stream. He recognized it, the entity a familiar friend.

Magic. Her magic.

Dream had practiced what he would say when his ritual had worked, the steady and sure tongue of a villain ready to manipulate and use his minions after he saved them from the afterlife.

But every word washed away when he saw the expression on y/n's face, just below the new white streak in her hair.

Anger, hatred, vengeance where love, warmth, and fondness had been.

Her eyes found the blood in the corner behind him, Tommy's death still wavering around it like a cloud. The emotions crackled brighter as fire would in her eyes, finding his own again.

She protectively stepped in front of Tommy, even in front of Wilbur, who Dream had expected to come back as his villainous side without the patriotic leader and beloved brother.

But now, Dream knew this was Wilbur who was all for his family and none for bad guys, ready to protect his brother.

And y/n ... his heart pulsed once, something it hadn't done in a year and two days. The trickle of life and question of safety surfaced when she walked towards him, ash falling around her from the lava.

She answered his question, kneeling to be in front of him. Her unscarred and delicate hand placed over his cheek, jolting Dream out of his trance.

Emotion, something now foreign and lost to his void of a mind, surged forward to meet her touch.

The urge to wrap his arms around her was unbearable, almost breaking him, but he couldn't with the cuffs over his hands. So he leaned into her touch, tears streaming down his face.

Still, he could feel the permanent damage below this mask of warmth in his heart, and he desperately tried to keep the mask in place because he didn't want to fall back down.

He didn't want to go where the sun was always clouded and the stars were invisible behind an obsidian roof.

"Y/n," He said softly, his voice raw from screaming at Tommy a few days prior.

The sound of his voice brought her back to reality, her eyes flicking back to the bloodied corner.

No, look at me. Don't look back there.

"Why?" She asked quietly, referring to the red blood and place where Tommy had laid still and silent, just like he liked.

Shame, for the first time, crept up to try and cover his frayed and snapped edges.

"I had to, to show everyone what I could do," He answered, her eyes hardening with the realization of his answer. He quickly added, "And so I could get you back after what Tommy did to you."

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Time marched on, its steps never faltering or slowing as he waited for her response.

Instead, she set her jaw and stood, backtracking to stand with Wilbur and Tommy. The hand that had just cupped his face clasped into Tommy's scarred hand and the other in Wilbur's gloved hand.

She raised her chin, letting one tear slip down her face. Yet her voice was steady, "You made a mistake."

The words lashed Dream like a whip, hurting a wound he had long ago tried to bandage. Now the bandages fell away and revealed his unhealing and bleeding heart, left to bleed out.

Y/n cast her magic around the two boys at her side, orangish bubbles that mirrored the lava. Then, to his dismay, stepped into the lava and pulled them with her, disappearing.

Dream stared for a second, a scream building up in his throat. It broke free, violent pleas and shrieks echoing back at him from their long-gone forms as they made it through the lava.

And deep down, Dream realized what the look in her eyes had changed to before her warm hand left his face.

She had vowed with ash falling around her head in white specks, despair and undead breathing in the air, to keep Dream locked here forever with their separated hearts behind iron bars.

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well, you all wanted angst LOL

if you couldn't tell, I used a lot of parallels in this chapter and it was super fun trying to connect the two endings lol even if it broke my heart

I have an important question in the final words that will be released right after this, so stick around :) see u soon