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“I swear I never meant to fall. Really I didn’t, but I’m getting ahead of myself. Allow me to start from the beginning so you can understand how and why I did.”
It all started with just another day in exile. The tent, Tnret, did little to block the cold morning ocean wind. I wrapped my wings around me to give me a false sense of warmth. It has been a long time since I was exiled by Tubbo. I do all I can to hold on to the memories, but it’s hard when I know some of them are fake.
Like, I remember sitting on top of a hill, next to my childhood house, with my wings around Tobbo but I’m sure Dream wasn’t there.
Wilbur and me laughing as we are being chased for stealing stuff. Him running on the ground and me flying over the house. Then I remember Pogtopia and how mean and cruel he was so they couldn’t both be real, right?
Then there is the time when I first got my wings and Phil was so happy that he didn’t leave me alone for months—spending even more teaching me how to fly and going on long flying trips. But if that is true then why do I remember him leaving Wilbur and me to adventure with Techno all the time? Being gone for years on end.
I try to think of good memory when I hear the portal opening. DREAM IS HERE. I’m so happy. My only friend came to visit me. When I see him I start to dig the hole to blow my stuff in before he stops me. Telling me that we can do that later. That he just wants to hang out with me. He truly is the best friend I could have asked for.
That was a mistake though because he found my hidden stash. Now he’s mad at me. I had one friend and one job and I failed both of them. He wanted me to blow up all my stuff as well. I don’t want to but there is nothing I can do once he starts hitting me.
This happens a lot. It’s why my clothes and wings are broken. It's weird though that my wings keep getting hurt. I mean it would make sense for Dream to cut them off to keep me here, but he would never do that we’re friends… right? That’s not the only thing though, he completely ignores them. He doesn't look at them nor does he touch them but they are always too broken to fly. Phil did say that wings are important to Avians so maybe I’m just blocking those memories. I mean I am already forgetting and misremembering things already so.
He said that he was never going to see me again. That can’t be true though, right? After me negotiating (read: begging) he said that he would see me again… just not for a few weeks. I needed to learn my lesson after breaking his trust.
I watch him leave and then look at my wings and see they look worse than they did before. I bring nothing but problems, and I ruin everything that I touch. My old best friend exiled me, no one else visits me, and my only friend hates me. If I wasn’t here then there wouldn’t be any problems.
So it’s decided, I’m going to leave and never come back. I start to build a tower into the sky. My wings might be too broken to fly, but they can still glide. So I’m going to glide till I can’t, build another tower, and then glide again. Rinse and repeat till I’m so far away that I won’t be able to come back.
I reach the highest I can build and I stare off the edge and see the ground below me. I raise my head and open my wings and feel the air hit my body. I took a deep breath and relaxed. Then I jumped.
“I swear I never meant to fall. Really I didn’t,”
“I just simply forgot…”
TommyInnit has jumped to his death. Zero lives remaining.
“That I never had wings…”