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Tommy was not gonna lie, he was pretty sick of his life.
Dream had manipulated him, Techno had blown up his country, Wil had done the same. Phil had killed Wilbur and Tubbo had married that traitor Ranboo.
Yes, life wasn‘t poggers right now.
But at least he would forever have his hotel. Sam Nook helped him build it and now he was able to live up in the skies.
Or at least in the suite, high enough to be able to pretend that the rest of the world was nothing but a bad dream.
That‘s where he was right now, getting ready for bed, when he suddenly heard a knock on his window.
The existence of the sound was rather bizarre. After all, the only birds in their lands were parrots, which only existed many kilometres away, and Phil‘s crows. But Phil had nothing to do with him and therefore no reason to seek him out. Maybe he planned on killing him.. No. Phil didn‘t have any reason to hurt him. Then again, he hadn‘t had reason to kill Wil and yet he was dead.
Tommy decided to just wait the sound out, not because he was scared, he didn‘t get scared, but because he must be paranoid. Wilbur used to say that when he talked about mysterious noises and Dream said it too when he talked about hearing the sizzling of TNT even though there wasn‘t any.
But these sounds always stopped after a couple seconds, fading into nothingness as if they‘ve never existed. Not the knocking though. Instead, it kept getting more and more persistent and after about five minutes he couldn‘t ignore it anymore.
He turned around, expecting to find one of Phil‘s crows, maybe Jack Manifold who wanted to be a menace once again, but he found…
Two unknown figures. The taller one was wearing a black suit and had a moustache stretched across his face, the smaller one had big wings and was wearing a red sweater.
„Hey,“ He said tentatively as he opened the window to let the two people in, „I am Tommy Innit, the biggest man ever.“
„Hello, I am Mumbo Jumbo,“ The moustached man said with a smile, „and this is Grian,“
„I am just here because I like Mumbo. Not for you.“ The much sadder looking man said and Tommy just nodded. People often found him annoying when first meeting him.
„Cool, em, why the fuck are you here?“
„Hey!! No cursing!“ Grian screamed out and Tommy quickly covered his ears, making himself as small as possible while staying in a standing position.
„Is everything okay?“ Mumbo.
„Yes.“ Him. He forced himself to stand up tall and to smile. Dream wanted him to smile, not to show fear.
„Okay, Grian is right though. If you want our help, no cursing.“
„Your help with what exactly?“ Tommy was confused. He didn‘t know these two men, but here they stood, acting as if they were asked to do something for him. To him?
„Getting you out of here…“ Mumbo‘s voice was questioning and he looked to Grian who just shrugged, „You send a letter. Begging for help? We‘re here to help you..“
The letter. Of course, Tommy had written it months ago, back when he was in exile. He had hoped for Tubbo to get him, maybe Niki, but no-one had come.
„I don‘t- How will you help me?“ He asked, forcing himself not to fall into the whispered tone that had become his normal voice.
„We‘ll take you to a land without cannon-death‘s of course,“ Mumbo spoke as if everything was perfectly clear, and Tommy couldn‘t decide if it was comforting or infuriating.
„How?“
„We‘ll fly.“ It was infuriating.
„We can‘t fly, Big M.“ Really, who did he think he was. Showing up like fucking Peter Pan, promising him to go to Neverland.
„Yes, we can. Grian?“ Mumbo looked at Grian expectantly, but Grian didn‘t make an effort to move, „Grian? Please?“
„I won‘t give it to him. He‘s a menace.“ Tommy had been described as a menace often enough before, but that was from people like Wil or Tubbo not some random guy, and he took offence to it,
„That‘s,“ he stopped himself from cursing. If the man said the truth he didn‘t want to ruin his escape by swearing, „mean.“
„Come on Grian, he‘s kinda cute,“ Mumbo said and Tommy wanted to curse even more, but then Grian gave in and handed him…
An Elytra.
By Prime, he had an elytra. There were no Elytras in their lands. That was one of Dream‘s basic rules. Hell, they only had one shulker box because the gods themselves came down and gave it to them. And yet these men had two elytras, one of them had real wings and they talked about saving Tommy.
„How did you get into Dream‘s lands?“ He asked while putting on the elytra.
„A portal,“ Mumbo said as he fastened his own Elytra straps, „I don‘t know a lot about it though, Grian‘s the one with portal knowledge. I‘m just the one with empathy.“
„It‘s a portal.“ That was the end of Grian‘s explanation, „And I don‘t know how long they will keep it open, so hurry up, kid.“
With one swift movement Grian grabbed Tommy and threw him out of the window. The first few seconds consisted of the familiar feeling of falling, of anxiety bunching in his stomach and someone, somewhere called , „Stretch your arms!“.
As soon as he did the wind threw him up and then he flew.
Flying was surreal. He felt free and as if nothing could hold him down. But it did of course. Gravity and shit, he was only gliding, dependent on Grian and Mumbo heaving him a couple meters higher every few minutes because, in Grian‘s words, „We aren‘t giving him explosives.“
After a while they arrived in a forest near Logstedshire and for a second Tommy was back there, standing on the big wooden pole, ready to jump, ready to fall, ready to-
„Here we are Thomas,“ Mumbo‘s voice anchored Tommy in reality and he instinctively closed his arms, plummeting a couple of meters before landing in a roll.
„Woah, Are you okay?“ Grian laughed, clearly not concerned for his health, and Tommy didn‘t respond. The Blonde man started to remind him of Wilbur, but not his Wilbur. No, he was like Wilbur back when they‘d been forced to life in Pogtopia. Crazy and a little too uncaring.
„Okay, don‘t answer me…“ Grian continued with a smile on his face, „may I present… their portal and our way out of here..“.
Tommy followed Grian‘s outstretched arm towards a big door made of obsidian and bedrock. The middle part looked exactly like a nether portal. Purple glow and swishing lights, but the Frame was inlaid with weird „L“ shapes.
„Is it calibrated correctly?“ Mumbo asked and, to Tommy‘s concern, Grian answered, „It should be…“ and shrugged. The man wanted him to step through some crazy portal but couldn‘t answer if it would transport him safely…
Mumbo and Grian eventually began to step closer towards the portal, gently pushing Tommy to walk in front of them. „Am I getting Kidnapped here?“ Tommy asked jokingly, but when neither of his partners laughed he just turned around and swallowed, „So, do we all go at the same time, or what?“
He didn‘t get an answer, just the feeling of a hand on his back and then the familiar cold of passing through a portal. The trip was a weird mix between well-known and panic-inducingly new. It felt natural, but the feeling of falling into nothingness for what felt like hours, was something he never wanted to experience again. It wasn‘t death, but it came close.
And then it was over and he was standing on solid ground once again. But that didn‘t mean that he wasn‘t panicking. He felt his breath and heartbeat and even though he wasn‘t a health-expert, he did know that them being at the speed of a bullet fire wasn‘t ideal. Then the tears came, quickly and overwhelmingly.
He was panicking. He had to calm down. Now. He didn‘t know where he was or who he was with and he didn‘t know how they‘d react to him crying. From his experience, chances were they wouldn‘t react well.
So he began looking around. Five things he could see. The blue sky, a pine forest, dirt, an enchanting table, bedrock.
Bedrock. He was standing on Bedrock, but he wasn‘t at the bottom of a world. No, he was surrounded by a forest and there was something on the bedrock. A crafting table. He looked up. He stood in a circle of people. Mumbo was there and so was Grian, but there were so many more.
The shock of everything drove every ounce of sadness and aggressive panic out of him and instead he froze, letting his gaze wander over the faces of everyone. There were so many of them, but none of them matched. There was a woman who looked like a zombie, and a man dressed as a glare.
„Grian, this isn‘t Hermitcraft,“ he heard Mumbo mumble to Grian, who now looked significantly happier.
„I know Mumbo,“ he said, before walking into the middle of the Bedrock circle and holding his arms out to his sides, „Welcome, everyone, to last life.“