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What happened?

Summary:

Time travel, angst, fluff, humor, and Tragedy.
What happened? Tommy can start telling you right now! (He is an unreliable narrator sometimes)
Or
Tommy and Techno get thrown back in time with the help of the last remaining survivors, everything has gone to the worse. Turns out the past them's are still here. They have limited time before the thing that started everything is set in stone once again. Can they do it? Who knows.
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[Discontinued]

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Journal Entry 01

Chapter 1: Journal Entry 01

Chapter Text

So, I was revived Blah blah fast forward and the only people left after that freak accident! And Jeez a whole bunch of background characters who weren't even characters that DIED. And so the only people left were!

Me, Dream, Ranboo, Michael a.k.a Ranboo's son, Nikki, Karl, Techno, Foolish, and of course a key player that was "The freak accident" YOU GUESSED IT (Or not) GEORGE!
you weren't expecting that one were ya?
Bet not.

Unfortunately, for you…well you'll probably never know what happened and ya won't need to! Wanna know why?
TIME TRAVEL!!
YUP! The ultimate cliché that's kinda not a cliché!! Whoo!
Don't you love a Time-Travel fix-it?!
:D
Yeah...I'm dragging this on, aren't I?
Don't answer that question btw.
So, by some weird miracle using random stuff we gathered everyone pitched in to make a Time-Travel machine! Fun right?
There was just one tiny problem with that.

Who was gonna test it out?

Ranboo volunteered but they had a son to care for, so that was an automatic no.
The child couldn't do it.
Dream couldn't do it because he was the strategist!!??

George couldn't do it because he was the key player in fending off "the thing"
And foolish couldn't because he was too tall and couldn't shrink (anymore?)
And Nikki couldn't do it because she's holding everything together- 

Finally, Karl couldn't do it bc he was the person who was the power source for the Time machine.

So that left me and guess who?
TECHNOBLADEE!!
Now you might be wondering-
Technoblade?
Isn't he super strong-
WELP! Yes, he is but facing off against "the thing"?
No, he only survived because of so many totems of undying that it literally isn't funny ANYMORE.

So, off we went just me and Techno with totem of undying's, netherite armor, and good luck wishes by everybody!
Me and techno went in at the same time.
And guess what? It worked!! So now me and Techno are in this weird quick fort after being teleported back to the time when we were still fighting for L'manburg's independence which is good news! EVEN better news is the fact this was before I died for the very first time >:) Which leads to other possible problems...

Until next time my faithful journal that I keep in my ender chest.
:)

Chapter 2: Journal Entry 02

Summary:

Tommy gives his thoughts on what's happening at the moment for him!

Notes:

Techno: Tommy I've decided we need to get more used to these bodies so let's do some basic combat
Tommy: ...BUT TECHNOOOO

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Hello once again journal! So far Me and Techno have been trying to get used to everything… Me and Techno didn't realize how quiet things seem without everyone else…but! So far we have an idea how to report back to everyone…if what I think is true..if we can just implant memories that weren't there before…would they get the message? It's just a theory that's a little too risky at the moment…

I have my older? Or newer body back to say the least..so does Techno! Tomorrow we both plan on checking out if we have our past selves here or not-

Tbh..I miss my home A LOT…
After "The freak Accident" everyone had to evacuate... I plan on saving Shroud.
This time..Tubbo won't die.
Techno plans on saving Philza from sacrificing himself like he did last time…


Maybe he has a few more things he needs to do but…well…today we've been doing basic combat to get used to our bodies?
Yeh- that being said...I WAS SO WEAK WHEN I WAS 11 MAN!!! Jeez- what was I thinking at the time?- Eh can't dwell on that at the moment Me and Techno were just taking a 15-minute break after all-


And…great..we're practicing with weapons now..I would say please help me but I'm not gonna be weak anymore. Gotta be a big man and get this over with! >:)

Notes:

Techno: Tommy, ya mind if you stop writing and start training with this sword?
Tommy: JUST GIVE ME SECOND TECHNOOO!!

Chapter 3: Journal Entry 03 - Tommy fills in some gaps

Summary:

Tommy gives some insights to his journal and things he should store in his journal so he doesn't forget them.

Notes:

Tommy: Sooo.. When do we go explore today?
Techno: At 12:00 toms..

Chapter Text

Hello Journal!!~
Today we are going to explore around and if possible avoid interacting with anyone until we make sure we are alone and there are not other US's? In the future/past? I found I was the reincarnation of Theseus..that's why almost every death I've ever had I died while being a hero or doing heroic-ish acts the third death I had was I guess the exception? Techno says he never planned to tell me in the first place.

Everyone else didn't think it would really interfere with my life AND BOY WERE THEY WRONG-
But alas, they didn't know that, once I turned 22 I grew wings? They were an astonishing Galaxy Deep Blue with Black tints, but at the end of them were..well.. on the left side there was a fainted shade of green and on the other side was purple?

Later I found out they represented my disc's, my purpose, And some of my traits. and when I turned 23 they grew large enough that I could store things in them! That was fun while it lasted...

Once I turned 25 I lost them the same way Philza did..the "Thing" blew them up while I was shielding Michael and Captain' Puffy…I failed to shield her head and that mistake has haunted me for as long as I can remember…fortunately, I saved Michael from the...scene I guess I side-tracked. So, anyway, I could properly use my wings again.

I was reduced to gliding and even that was limited to only 15 minutes more than that and I would crash..heh it was funny a few times but also sad...I never knew why my wings had stunted growth- when Philza was still alive he said something like... "Well, Toms when you were 6 I realized that there was a possibility that the two types of wings me and your mom had canceled out each other therefore, you ended up with none just like Wilbur."

"There are..a few reasons I could think of why this happened to 'ya so I'll give ya two of Em' kay tom?" I had said "Yup! What are the reasons, Phil?!" Philza responded hesitantly with "Okay mate, so the reason could be that you didn't eat healthy enough combined with the fact the latest late bloomer ever occurred was 12 If I remember correctly k?"

I foolishly replied with "Yeah yeah Philza what is the possible reason numba 2?" And THEN Philza replied with "Okay toms so, reason two could be that..due to you dying so many times stunted your wings growth...since I was born with only one life I was way more cautious than anyone else toms...I didn't grow my wings till I was 9, and the fact that you were most likely a late bloomer probably didn't get to grow because once again, you died every time your wings tried to grow, couple that with the fact that trauma stunts the growth of wings for my species but speeds up the process of growth for Extraterrestrial beings Well..this is what happened toms." And I proceeded to reply with "Oh Jeez MAN THAT EXPLAINS SO MUCH Dad!!!"

Anddd end flashback O>O
So now that I know the cause my wings should grow A LOT faster than they did last time because while my body was reverted my mind still has the mental power future me has!.. although Philza never specified whether it was physical trauma, mental trauma, or maybe a mix of all two buttt…. ehhhh Ig I just have to with it -_-

But this ends my journal Entry for this morning once me and Techno head out to check If we have other US's here or not once it hits 12:00 ->-
Until then Journal ^^

Chapter 4: Journal Entry 04

Summary:

Tommy is on his way to his past "house"

Notes:

Techno: Tom's it's midnight already. We have to go now
Tommy: Techno I know thattt

Chapter Text

Heya Journal! Today I will be documenting things as we go along today U~U
(Pssstt btw past me couldn't do this because he wasn't trained enough for this)


Anywaysss me and techno are about to head out unfortunately at this time Techno was still like- somewhere else? Since he joined the SMP likee?? Near the festival soo.. he is busy preparing for that long journeyyy :^

So he plans on leaving right now and he gave me instructions to sneak into my/our? Past base to see if myself is here or he's been missing ever since 2 days ago which would be hard to explain if that is the case. But! Since I know that place in and out, I know what makes myself and past self tick and all that good stuff so leading him away from everyone else to do something? Or anything really but that aside since it's just a possibility..hmm…but!

Alas, it's time to head over to the base and all that good stuff-....maybe..huh..at some point I started calling my home...a base...I suppose…it was a base but then...Shroud died...then any meaning of home was gone.

I guess I should start calling it home..and get Shroud back...but he isn't born yet, and Shroud said he had been living above the nether and eventually wandered to the edges of L'manburg and found me…

While I've been writing this I've been sneaking around while I just reached my home...I can go under and sneak inside without anyone noticing and I should be sleeping if there is another me..so..I have to quit writing for a bit and I'll pick it up later once I'm at the edge of entering.

Chapter 5: Journal Entry 05

Summary:

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPPPP

Notes:

Tommy: don't be suspicious... don't be suspicious.. DON'T BE SUSPICIOUS!!

Chapter Text

Heya! I'm back my dear journal >:) There are only 2 blocks of dirt between me and a possible other me. Which is.. honestly a little weird but I'ma switch to auto-documentation and hope that my journal still has that enhancement after being traveled back with me and techno just like all the other weapons and stuff-

(Creator interference here just to explain the enhancement of auto-documentation does: auto-documentation only works on books and what it does is everything said will be documented in the book without the person manually writing in it. It's usually used when a person can't write at the moment because they have to do something else at the same time, it is not used often because it's hard to find the enhancement and every time you use it..well it takes some of your iron, gold, diamond, or netherite every time you use it and it's random at the same time, it also hovers in the air so it doesn't get in the way.)

Ok is auto-documentation on? Yup! Ok, imma speak very quietly from now on k? Alright, time to dig this dirt outta the way! *Shovel shovel* Holy..shit man…thats- that's another me

(⁽⁽ ⁰ ⁾⁾ Д ⁽⁽ ⁰ ⁾⁾)

"Oh, my days…I never thought...I did think it was possible..but oh for the love of the insanity of Dreams. There are 2 Tommy's? Me's now..but..how do I confront..well..myself?...I have obsidian.. There's probably not that much time left before the eventual duel between me and Dream where I lose a life for the very first time..now that I know that l'manburg was meant to fall I can help everyone keep most of their lives!

I can..save so many people..but If I stop most of it..I wouldn't be me..would I? What were me and techno thinking? No no toms, you're overthinking quickly block off everything you can toms you can do this. *Thunk thunk thunk* *Thunk thunk THUNK* …… phew..past me was a heavy sleeper that's for sure...

I would've been up as soon as I heard the first shoveled dirt block I heard when I first came in here…hm...might need to fix that for other me. Now I have to wait til this guy wakes up..I should light a single torch so I can write without auto-documentation while I wait.

*whoosh* Okay auto-documentation is off now. That's good, so..now..well I'm gonna be bored until this guy wakes up and that won't be for a while since past me slept for a long time...I can use this time to prep for my eventual awakening- Or other me's awakening from the realm of slumber.

I wonder when exactly George found out he was the Ruler of that realm...? Well, that's all for now journal.

Goodbye and next time I write in here I'll turn on auto-documentation as soon as possible. So long journal!!~~

Chapter 6: Journal Entry 06

Summary:

Tommy does some thinking....

Notes:

Tommy: I wish techno was hereee he's better at planning than I ever wassss .·´¯`(>▂<)´¯`·.

Chapter Text

Heyy there journal...

So like- I know I wrote that I would put on auto-documentation but...well (─.─||)Other me is a heavier sleeper than I originally thought in the first place ya know? Eh but Technoblade won't like this idea but…in order for the US's to be more like us but still different we need to have L'manburg here all the way up the 2nd explosion Wilbur did...

This time I'll make sure I get there on time before the button is pressed and because I know where the room is located I can hide in the walls, and since I look just like other me he'll think it's me. And-...those strategy and manipulation tactics of Dreams sure as heck rubbed off on me a little too good...

But...can I afford to make this Tommy go through exile to man up?

Or can I do that myself? No..too soon to plan anything like that...

But this is me...he's naive enough for me to train him so if he wins L'manburg is back fair and square! Then I won't have to give up my disc's!! (✯ᴗ✯)

Okay, so I just have to gain this man's trust, and train him enough in his reaction time and shooting time so I don't get struck by that damn arrow!! Everything's adding up and once techno comes back we can plan this more thoroughly! And I can get this out of the way because techno said it takes about a day to go there and a day to come back, but Technoblade also has to win over the other Technoblade as well!

So I should have about a week more or less before Techno comes back. With or without this other Technoblade ( ´◡‿ゝ◡`)

For real, this time my dear journal, next time I write and/or put on auto-documentation other me should be awakening-

Farewell Journal, Until Next Time!!

 

Chapter 7: Journal Entry 07

Summary:

Tommy and other tommy talk..and shout..and argue..and shout..and then talk?-
This was edited on 5 - 21 - 23
This chapter came out on Jan 5th 23

Notes:

Prepare for a pretty longish chapter :)

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Heya! Journal, I'm writing this super quickly at the moment because I keep seeing other me stirring in his sleep so he should be waking up soon. As soon as he blinks wearily around the room I'll turn on auto-documentation as soon as possible.

Other me is about t-

*Auto-documentation Activated*

"Wha...who?" T0mMy says, half dazed.

"Hello other me!" Tommy greets with a grin,

"AAAHH!! WHO- WHAT'S GOING ON?" T0mMy shouts.

"SHH, Quiet!!" Tommy says hurriedly, waving his arms in a placating gesture.

"THEN STOP YELLING MAN!!" T0mMy yells in annoyance.

"HOW ABOUT YOU STOP YELLING THEN!?" Tommy shouts while pointing to other Tommy,

 

"NOT UNTIL YOU STOP IT WERIDO!" Other T0mMy Exclaims.

"HEY FOR YOUR INFORMATION!! I Look LIKE YOU LOOK LIKE YOU D:<  IF YOU ACTUALLY LOOKED AT ME YOU'D SEE THAT!!" Tommy Yells while pointing at him,

"BUT- Wait...what?" T0mMy asks confusedly.

"Finally, you have enough sense to calm down..." Tommy says with an exhausted sigh,

"Why do you look like..me?" T0mmy questioningly looks at Him with a quirked eyebrow.

 

"Well...I suppose I should start by saying that through some twisted way, I got here because of Mumza-" I say before getting cut off

"How the flip do you know about Mumza." Other me says with a serious tone in his voice.

"Because...I am You." I say with as much courage as I can in this moment.

"You gotta be kidding me right now, tell me the truth. How do you know about my mom." Other me spoke not questioning, but demanding an answer.

"I'ma stop you right there other me, I am you because I've come from-...the future to warn ya...you see you enter duel for L'manburg's Independence soon and you'll lose," I say with all the determination I can gather in my body.

"But-..I..cost L'manburgs Independence because...I couldn't win a stupid duel?" Other me says with confusion with a hint of fear in his eyes.

"No Other me, you were up against dream. You had half a heart but so did dream. You lost your first ever life because you were not trained well enough in your reaction time and how accurately you can aim. If you let me help you with training for that duel…" I say, hoping he agrees with me.

"I can make sure Dream doesn't find out and you'll get L'manburg's Independence," I added hurriedly before he could respond.

"How can I trust-" he tries to say, but I cut him off his sentence.

"I didn't mention this before but I get L'manburg's Independence back if you offer up your discs. Something I want you to avoid...those discs are very precious to me but in the future, I ended up having to lock them away for A LOT of reasons and I could never go back to get them once a series of events happened." I say tears were welling up in my eyes at the mention of my discs that each one represented something special. I blinked away my tears hopefully before he noticed.

"Dude? How far along are ya? You can only be a few months older than me-" He starts trying to analyze but I once again cut him off,

"Another thing- there are...well other elements to this I don't know that well and will be explained later and all of that good stuff other me." I try to say to at least calm down some of his worries.

 

"Huh..okayy? This time travel stuff does seem weird…It makes sense but to be sure I should tell-" He says confusedly but I speak over him before he says the rest.

"YOU CAN'T TELL ANYONE." I hurriedly Yell, slapping a hand over his mouth, I just as quickly retract my hand.

"I'M ONLY GONNA TELL WILBURR" he Exasperatedly shouts,

"BUT THEN WILBUR WILL TELL SOMEONE ELSE AND THAT SOMEONE ELSE WILL TELL SOMEONE ELSE UNTIL ALL OF L'MANBURG KNOWS...and eventually dream..." I say that last part quietly but loud enough for him to hear.

……*Long exhale*

"Fineee..I won't tell Wilbur..but I gotta hav-" he tries to say, 

"Stop that train of thought and I'll think about figuring out how to get Techno to come and be here for you and Wilbur." I speak sharing my ideas.

"How can you get Techno to come to L'manburg?" Other me asks,

"Because it happens in my future which means it'll happen in your future. (✿^‿^)" I say with a smile.

"I hope they comes true..(;ŏ﹏ŏ)" other me says with a worried face,

"So.. How about-" I start to say but getting cut off, I guess he got his revenge-

"Why is there a floating book in the corner of my house?" He says with a deadpan look on his face.

"Ehm well-" I start to answer,

"Okay the book has auto-documentation on which is an enhancement discovered about 8-9 years into the future-" I explain.

"Damn that's a long time," other me says with a scrunched-up face,

"I know right?!" I say exasperated.

"But why do you have the book on auto-documentation? I can guess-" I cut him before he can finish.

"No need for that- in a nutshell, it captures sounds and writes it down inside itself!" I say in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Ohhhh…okay?" He says a bit confused

"It's probably best I take auto-documentation off before it takes more of my resources-" I suddenly realize,

"Wut?-" other me asks confused.

"You'll understand laterrrrr k?" I say,

"If you say so man(• ▽ •;)* he answers.

Auto-documentation off.

Ok, auto-documentation is off now which is good so I am back to writing into my journal. I forgot how much I find writing my thoughts down is for a brief moment because of this…(人 •͈ᴗ•͈)

Please give me the strength to deal with other me before I lose my brain cells...

Until next time, my dear journal.

Notes:

Tommy: okay other me I'll wake you up tomorrow at 7:25 and we'll start training and no excuses. You need to be prepared for your fight with dream kay?
Other Tommy: ughh fineee jeez- maybe you need to learn not be a prick to your past self :^ and your lucky I'm letting you call me "other me/tommy" sounds good!?
Tommy: ...just go to sleep other me :/

Chapter 8: Journal Entry - 08

Summary:

Tommy plans out a training plan to train other tommy :)

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Hello journal! It is 7:23

2 minutes before I have to wake other me up!

That reminds me that I have forgotten to mention that i was in charge of TRAINING

Who was I training you ask?

Michael!! :>

And I am certain Michael had better aim than current me so I did something right with training Michael-

So that means I would be able to yeah other me!...

I don't feel like using my journal for a training boost:/

Training plan for other me >:)

Tommy's best training plan for day 1:

At 7:25 AM, I feed other me cooked steak

At 7:45 AM, I take other me to a beach without being seen.

8:00 am, I get everything set up for practicing how to accurately use a bow

8:25 AM, let him try on his own how to shoot the bow

At 8:30 Am, I show him how to actually aim it.

At 8:35 AM, he does it how I did.

At 8:55 AM, we move onto practicing it while moving while steadily moving farther away from the target.

At 10:30 Am, we stop with the bow and arrow. I explain that we're moving onto reflexes.

At 10:35 AM, I start throwing things at him and see how fast he acts to avoid them.

At 10:45 AM, i give him a break and tell him that I will now start throwing arrows him that have rubber at the end of them like a plumber and that I will shoot these things at him randomly while he is distracted by other things.

At 10:50 AM, I tell other me to make lunch

If he refuses I'll do it.

At 11:25 AM, the food is done and we dig in.

At 11:35 AM, we finished.

At 11:40 AM, I then proceed to throw him into the ocean and tell him he needs to know how to swim faster as well.

At 12:25 PM, I tell other me to stop and take a 5 min break.

At 12:30 Pm, I tell other me that starting from now on at 12:30 Pm - 1:30 Pm

We spar with only bows and arrows(until the training is over)

At 1:30 Pm, I tell other me to take a 15 minute break.

At 1:45 pm, I tell other me that we need to go back to our home now.

At 1:50 PM, I pack everything up thus, destroying all evidence we were there in the first place.

At 2:00 we are ready to go back so me and other me sneak around and successfully make it back home.

That should be good everything goes today if not for the rest of the week.

So once I know I'm safe back inside my? Our home?- I'll write down something :)

Goodbye for now my dear journal!!~

Notes:

Tommy: WAKE THE FAWK UP OTHER ME.
Other Tommy: ÆĀÆÅÅÆÆÂÄÃĀÅÆÆHHHHHHHH

Chapter 9: Journal Entry 09 - Tommy thoughts 2

Summary:

Tommy has thoughts :)

Notes:

Tommy doesn't know his brain is trying to trauma block-

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Heya Journal! Everything went according to plan! Well not exactly but still the same U-U soo anyways today I wasn't thinking of how techno trained me and tried to teach me with that knowledge and guess what?

IT FAWKING WORKEDD YESSS!!

But anyways other me is busy cooking lunch- dinner? Linner? Lundinner? I'll just go with Lunch-Dinner

(・–・;)ゞ

Anyways- as I was saying- uhm

Training with other me was easier than I thought just like training with a slightly bigger Micheal! :)

It was actually kinda fun ^^

Other me says he does know when he was supposed to wake which was on a Friday?-

Yeh- a Friday ig?

Sooo…hmmm I guess that would make sense- I don't remember ALOT from when I was like- very young

(• ▽ •;)

That sounds a little concerning since my main species is supposed to remember so far back- like when you finally gain consciousness at 2-3 yrs old! I do remember that far back but...I don't remember some more minor/major events clearly for some reason..heh..I guess it's to be expected in the long run considering…

NVM..sorry about that journal! You shouldn't have to listen to me- well-

Nvm- I forgot the point, I better stop now before I have a mental breakdown…after all techno isn't here and neither are the others

Other me wouldn't know how to help…but! Other me has been calling me to stop writing in my journal for awhile now and I can't afford to lose other me's trust at the moment so

Goodbye Journal!! Until next time! 

:)

Notes:

Other Tommy: I SWEAR IF YOU DON'T STOP WRITING AND INSTEAD COME EAT THIS FOOD I PUT MY HEART INTO I WILL KICK YOU IN THE BALLS SO HARD EVEN OUR ANCESTORS WILL FEEL IT!!
Tommy: FINE FINE JUST- AGHH

Chapter 10: Author explains.. Some facts?

Summary:

You read the chapter title..

Notes:

I'm gonna explain some things about species an' stuff
ヘ(。□°)ヘ

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Okay so I'm gonna info dump here so the story makes sense for later chapters!

:D

Ready?

No? Yes? Maybe? "??"

Who cares?-

Anywaysss I'll just drive right into it and hope you understand ◉‿◉

Ahem

 

Okay so past Tommy a.k.a before he lost first canon life was just barely starting to show signs of becoming more Avian/bird like but then he died for the very first time,

And because of this his body was "Stumped" or at least, the Instincts Encoded in his genes stopped working-

It sounds concerning and all but mind you,

Tommy was a late bloomer showing no real signs that point to him having an animal encrypted gene code.

 

 everyone thought he was one of the few who just didn't have one or just never awakened their genes code yet because of some cousin twice removed of genetic mess up of code.

 

Anyways everyone thought that tommy was either one or the other until "The freaky accident" happened

Then everyone was like "Holy cow Tommy has genetic animal genes and shit?!"

 

But really, it was just because Tommy kept dying every time his animal genetics started trying to function again after the genes realized their host/tommy/body

Was still alive Tommy would die again.

And so by the time "The Accident" happened Tommy suddenly had tons of repressed instincts but that's a story for Tommy to tell :)

Anyways now I'll do a different type of explaining :)

 

Avians/bird types instinctively respond with

Chirps, Murps, Bird animal noises (like if your a duck type sometimes you might respond with a quack but Big Q knows how to control that), cheep, trill, tweet, and older birds usually Coo, and of course squak.

 

Now the rest I'll be saying cannot be factually backed up for real life. At all. I think?- 

Anyways.

There are-

Well..I'll just list things off (´-﹏-`;)

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There's a type of chirp where it makes older animal bird types instinctively respond too- it's sorta like a "pay attention to me I'm a child and need help" type of thing ya know?

You can't do it on purpose, it's impossible and so if It ever happens it's always urgent. And I mean always.

It makes the older Avians/bird types to become more aware of everything and zero in on the child that made the sound and have the instinctual urge to do everything a normal Mom and dad would do?- 

like instantly snatching the child away from danger and fly them to their nest, if there are more than one Avian/Bird type they get lost more into their instincts so, in a modern evolution thingy?- 

You guys would've been confused if I didn't post this-

I think…

Goodbye everyone :)

Notes:

⚠️⚠️ IMPORTANT PLEASE READ⚠️⚠️
I'm okay.

Really...
I'm like-
Not..uh..like..uhm-
So uh..I'm..
Soo..I'm gonna start a uh-
A new Fic? I'll still continue this one but I really wanna write a vigilante!Tommy fic
(• ▽ •;)
......I totally haven't been reading any tommy FICS related to that..nope..might be two separate ones..I have too much freetime ok?!!
(٥↼_↼)
.... One of em' is gonna be café tommy vigilante owner....
The other one is a uh..manipulative vigilante tommy...that one is gonna be very..very interesting... And I'll have no regrets.
Please don't feel out-

Chapter 11: Journal Entry 10 - A peaceful memory

Summary:

Tommy reminces

Chapter Text

Heyo journal! Tomorrow Will be eventful!

Why? Because tomorrow is the day other me and I get wings! How do I know that? Because I plan to trigger with a special thingy ma jig!

It's how I triggered my wings last time!

It's handy now that I finally kinda have everything I need! Now you might be wondering!

What do you mean by that? I won't bother explaining since you guys are gonna hear it first hand- and boy is it weird I'm talking to my journal- BUT anywaysss tomorrow I know, to a fact, will trigger my wings now I'm pretty sure this only kinda worked was because I got over some of my trauma and I was older.. and other me doesn't have a lot of trauma yet so, in theory, it should very MUCH work!

 

It's very simple but difficult at the same time... I am now just going in circles.. wonderful but that's besides the point!! I have the things I need, I just need a way...

Other me already trusts me, doesn't he? When the duel comes we can just fuse our bodies and no one will be none the wiser because... WE LOOK EXACTLY ALIKE! HOLY FUCK! THIS IS- no wait I still need to train him, us fusing for the very first time!

We will not know what instincts will be greater than others but less as well, if an Avian and another avain fuse they become more powerful, but they gain four sets of wings and more feather-ish wings sprout on our heads and once we unfuse those wings don't go away unlike with the four sets of wings..but since I've already grown my wings..my wings will be bigger than other me's.. because wings are part biology and part mind.

Since my mind is here my wings will look...it's risky.. When me and Dream were fighting in that duel I almost CHIRPED, so if me and other me fuse we are bound to almost double the instincts..and usually when two Avians fuse it was almost always because of war, back when the other hybrids, Admins, and more weren't united the Avains used fusing to their power.

They taught fusing at 6 because Avains usually grew their wings at 4..me and other me are both 9 for the time being. So we are in theory old enough to fuse...it will be hard that's for sure but...who am I if me and other me can't do this? We certainly could do it..other me might have trouble with the feeling of it because it will be his first time doing this. My first ever fusing was on accident after all...

 

I remember it very vividly..heh, just like it was yesterday..

 

Me and Ranboo were looking at the clouds in a surprisingly blissful moment of peace... there was rain and thunder. It was one of those days when his unknown side was in more control so the rain didn't hurt him, more like soft pricks of an uncomfortable sweater but it was peaceful. So very pretty, a moment where...we could pretend everything was okay, that it was going to be okay...

The next thing I knew I spoke without knowing it..and I said

"Ranboo..would you like to dance with me?"

It was a foolish question...one that he replied to with one of the softest tones I've ever heard, and he said 

"Yeah, I would like that toms.."

And so we began our dance of woe's it felt like I was in a trance where I could let go, be safe, and be calm. It was the greatest dance I ever really had...

One step back, a spin, a gentle smile...I opened up my wings and they made music in the background of rain and wind, swaying as carefree as the person who used them in that moment.

Ranboo, he let himself levitate and be lifted off the ground and into a dance with the wind and rain, I followed his lead and gently lifted myself off the ground and let myself swirl in the wind, glide forwards, twirl, glide safely into Ranboo and start dancing once more in the safety of the wind and rain.

One hand on his shoulder one on mine, a hand on his back, a hand on my hip, We leaned into the wind so we could be twirled left to right, up and down...

And then forwards and we stopped, my wings gently flapping behind me, and him still levitating, our foreheads touched and I soaked into the touch I ever so craved..and then there were hues of purples, reds, whites, blacks, and maybe a whole array filled with rainbow colors.

Neither me nor Ranboo remained. Instead, there was now a single being, made from a dance of Woe's and emotions no one could describe. We didn't have a name for the form we created by fusing, but we decided to name the form we created, after the dance we unknowingly created. We named the form Ranmy ( Rah-n-me) the dance we made however we called it, The Rain Dance of Amphitrite....

I...I'm sorry but that's all tonight..I believe that's enough for tonight, I'll write something in the morning...goodbye, Journal.

Chapter 12: Journal Entry 11 - Have a mental breakdown :)

Summary:

Fly high, for you might never come down
Starting of the day, gone. Nope, funny have a mental breakdown

Notes:

Flying is breathtaking right?

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Hey Journal! I successfully cried myself to sleep! Turns out I really needed a chance to reset my emotions, crying always helps with that? At least in my case...

It's almost time to wake other me up though

Which I don't really wanna do.. All I wanna do is lay in bed all day and rest, but the great Tommyinit can not give in.

He wants his wings after all :)

Auto-documentation Activate!

(AUTO-DOCUMENTATION ON.)

Hello? Yup it's on!

Ok so now I just gotta get other me off the bed..

*Shuffle* 

*Creak*

*Shuffle*

*Inhale* "WAKE UPPP!!!" Yelled Tommyinit

"Woh- ÆH?!" Shouted out Tommyinit?

*Thump*

"Lmao couldn't be me, falling on the floor-" Tommyinit was cut off his sentence.

"Hey! I am you!!" Shouted out Tommyinit?

(Author interference here! I'm gonna be sitting you guys Tommy's thoughts! It'll end soon enough-) The Tommyinit from this timeline didn't know that this sent Time travel Tommy in for a mental crisis.

He is me?

(Of course he's you)

He has?

(He was always you.)

But is he not me?

(He's a younger version of yourself, you know this.)

Yes, I know but if he's me and we're over in the same thing who is truly supposed to being here?

(There's only supposed to be one Tommy Danger Kraken-Init-Minecraft)

There is?

(Yes.)

i don't understand

(You've never understood)

I don't understand, I don't understand.

I don't understand. I don't understand. I don't understand

I don't understand, I don't understand.

I DON'T UNDERSTANDD!!!!

(....)

...I DON'T....

(You never will.)

I'm... Supposed too right?

(Yes.)

He's me...

(Indeed)

So... He's.. I'm?

(You'll get a hang of it soon)

Okay....

(Stop calling him other tommy)

Ok....

 

 

 

that's it for this chapter folks! See ya!

Notes:

Flying is it's own dance

Chapter 13: Fly, For you might crash if you get too close to the sun.

Summary:

They learn how to fly 🕊️
This is still entry 11 btw!!

Notes:

This is actually a long chapter-
This one doesn't have that funky arrow thing so this is all words and stuff-
Enjoy my hard work!

Chapter Text

Ok so before the chapter starts-

This is 3 days before that duel with dream where Tommy loses his first canon life-

Enjoy the chapter!

 

(Auto-documation is still active)

 

"Ok well- of course you're me I'm just the wiser and more experienced one other-

I mean..mightyTeeOm?" Tommy said, confused.

 

" *Snort* really? mightTeeOm ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Poggg!! That's- yeah! That's actually a nice term U-U you may refer to me as that actually :D" MightyTeeOm said in a confused tone.

 

"I guess I'll refer to you as..Oh! A Melomaniac! Ya know, a person who lives music! If you're me then you have to love music (・∀・)" MightyTeeOm said happily.

 

"A…Melomaniac huh?" Tommy said fondly.

 

"Yeah! A person who loves music! But.. that's a bit of a mouthful- If I'm in a dangerous situation then- I wouldn't be able to shout it out- it has five syllables in it after all- so how about just Melo? In Greek it still means music U^U" MYTOM (MightyTeeOm) said in an exaggerated tone.

 

"That sounds nice, Mytom, although I was busy last night preparing something very special!"

 

"Oh? Ok! What is it Melo?" Mytom said hurriedly.

 

"Just take a look! 

*shows wings*

I got us-" Tommy/Melo was cut off.

"AAAAAAAHHHH!!!?? WHAT THE FUCK MAN!? WHERE DID YOU GET THOSE- WHO THE FUCK DID YOU KILL-" Mytom was cut off.

 

"I DIDN'T KILL ANYBODY!! THESE ARE BIRD FEATHERS GLUED TOGETHER WITH FUCKING WAX MAN!!"

 

"..Oh- (・o・)" Mytom said shakily.

 

"Jeez- you see a pair of wings and be immediately think 'oh my god those are definitely real ¯\(°_o)/¯" Tommy/Melo said annoyed.

 

"..Ugh- ok don't I jumped to conclusions and I'm sorry and all the sappy shit-"

 

"WeLl ThAnK yOu FoR tHaT rEaSsUrAnCe-" Tommy/Melo said in a mocking tone.

 

"Oh, YoU'rE wElCoMe" Mytom said in extreme mocking tone.

 

"..So anyways you need to put these on-"

Tommy/Melo was cut off.

 

"Elgh- I need to put these on? Why-" Mytom was cut off.

 

"BECAUSE, these will help us activate our wings (◔‿◔)" Tommy/Melo said nicely.

 

"..what?..I have?..I can get wings and not just weird wax wings?" Mytom said awed.

 

"Yes, Mytom if we out these on and fall off of something tall- while controlling these wings like real wings we will awaken our wings and make them Come out through our backs and all that stuff!" Why do you sleep for a whole week tommy!? It's because we're weird Fuking Avain late bloomers! We needed to sleep for a whole week at a time because our body doesn't know there are wings literally Buried In our backs! Tucked there! That's why our back looks fuckin' funny!" Tommy/Melo said quickly.

 

(All the while Mytom was standing there with a shocked expression and awe Twinkling in his eyes)

 

"Woahh…FUCKING POGGERS!!"

Mytom said Excitedly.

 

"Ok now, all I have to do is intertwine these with your back-" Tommy/Melo was cut off.

 

"Uh? Intertwine?" Mytom said, confused.

 

"..uhm- just like strapping it to your back?-"

Tommy/Melo said in a rushed tone 

 

(Author interference here! So basically Time travel Tommy is lying and basically he's going to quickly Stitch the wax wings with his nerves so they act like a pair of wings and so basically leaving room for an actual pair of wings too grow into the Wax at the same time- think of it as playdough going into a cylinder shape when it gets out back in its container! The wax wings will make the Avian body think those are real wings and therefore forcefully activate the late bloomers wings to come out of their back. And then the waxwings will get them into position to mimic what the wax wings are already doing.

Also P.S this idea came from the Greek myth :) you're welcome ◉‿◉)

 

"Ohh ok big man -_-" Mytom said a bit confused.

 

"Ok so this might feel a bit weird but it's kinda like a clip on your skin? So it might pinch you while I'm doing this?" Tommy/Melo said worriedly.

 

"PSH, I can handle a little pinch to the back ಠ_ಠ I'm not a pussy U-U" Mytom said

 

"If you say so, Mytom-'' Tommy/Melo said amused.

 

"Just get to strapping it on...." Mytom said annoyed.

 

"Mhm, yeah ok ┐( ˘_˘)┌" Tommy/Melo said

 

*Shuffle*

*Clink*

*vrewp*

*srewp*

*hrewp*

 

(10 Minutes later)

 

"Okay I'm done U-U" Tommy/Melo said proudly.

 

"Fuckin' finally Melo ( ̄ヘ ̄)" Mytom said tiredly.

 

"Cool- now try and flap the wings-"

Tommy/Melo was cut off.

 

"Holy shit! I CAN FLAP THESE MOTHERFUCKERS?-" Mytom was cut off.

 

"Yes!" Yelled Tommy/Melo.

 

*Flap* 

*Flap*

 

"Holy…shit.." whispered Mytom.

 

"I KNOW!! IT'S SO POG RIGHT!?" Tommy/Melo yelled excitedly.

 

"DUDEEE MELO MY MANNN YOU ARE SO POG!!" Mytom practically squealed

 

"Ok, okay yeah yeah- but I need to go do I can, uh strap on my Wings! So just practice flapping them! Start off with just stretching them! It'll help!!" Tommy/Melo said hurriedly.

 

*Tap tap tap tap tap step step tap step clack tap step tap tap*

*SLAM*

 

"Uhh..okay.." Mytom said confused

 

*Thump*

"... And of course the book is trying to follow Melo.. Auto-documentation is on so..

That makes sense at least-" Mytom was cut off.

 

*THUMP*

 

"... Should I even open the door for the book?-.." Mytom whispered.

 

*THUMP*

 

"Nahh" said Mytom

 

(Author interference here it is now 15 minutes later)

 

*Crreeaackkk*

 

"You still here Mytom?" Tommy/Melo asked hesitantly.

 

"No, I died in my home surrounding by dirt-

OF COURSE I'M STILL HERE!!" Yelled Mytom.

 

"Jeez- but anyways we really need to get going-" Tommy/Melo was cut off.

 

"FINALLY I was tired of hearing that thumping sound that damn journal makes WHEN HITTING THE DOOR." Mytom practically yelled.

 

"Well…Fair point U~U" Tommy/Melo said.

 

(Flash forward until they're on a mountain far away from the soon to be L'manburg and the dream smp which also hm of)

 

"Are we there yet?" Said, Mytom said for the 68th time.

 

" *Groans* Yes, FAWKING fine, yes, we're here T~T" says Tommy/Melo lazily.

 

"REALLY!? FINALLY!!" Yelled, Mytom.

 

"Well- now that we're on a mountain that leads into a Ravine that has only water and no trace's of lava anywhere-

YIPPEE KI YAY MOTHERFKERR!!!!" Shouted Tommy/Melo into the Ravine below.

 

"POGGERS!!" Squealed, Mytom into the Ravine where it echoed all the way to the bottom of it.

 

" *Snort* yeah yeah I know right? Echo Pogggg" spoke Tommy/Melo.

 

"Pog" agreed Mytom.

 

"Ok so like- remember Icarus?" Asked Tommy/Melo.

 

"Um, Yeah? Ya know the myth about-" Mytom was cut off.

 

"Yeah about the wax wings and so like- just a warning do not get close to the ground without telling me- I don't need you messing up those wings I made!" Tommy/Melo said worriedly.

 

"Mhm the great Mighty Tom shall not damage them-.... That badly" said Mytom honestly.

 

"Because that is as close as I'm getting I'm gonna say that's a job well done-" said Tommy/Melo in a mocking tone.

 

"OI!" Yelled Mytom

 

 "Now you just gotta flap your wings and get up off the ground :>" Spoke Tommy/Melo.

 

"Uhm..okay I can do this.. So just flap them? Yeah okay, ok." Muttered Mytom.

 

*Inhale*

*Exhale*

*Flap* *flap* *swoosh*

 

"HOLY FUCKKK" Screeched Mytom from the air.

 

*Flap* *flap* *flap* *flap* *flap*

*flap* *Flap* *flap* *flap*

 

"You're doing well Mytom!! Just keep yourself in the air, I'm coming!" Shouted out Tommy/Melo.

 

*Flap* *Swoosh* *Flap*

 

"I missed flying so bad.. Okay I can do this, just as you remember it toms" Muttered Tommy/Melo to himself.

 

"MELOOO!!!" Yelled out Mytom.

 

"I'm COMIN'!" Shouted Tommy/Melo.

 

"Ok steady, steady okay? Copy what I'm doing Mytom," calmly spoke Tommy/Melo

 

*Flap* 

*flap*

 

"Ok I think I'm doing it Melo," quietly mumbled Mytom.

 

"Okay, I'm glad for that at least so I'ma teach you the ropes okay? As fun as it might be for you trying to figure this out, I couldn't do it on my own so therefore, as you are my younger self you wouldn't know anything beyond tryna copy Dadza's wings movements" Spoke out Tommy/Melo.

 

"We..uhm…yeah okay, teach me the ropes big man!" Hesitantly said Mytom.

 

"Okay ready for the training ever so called

'The Flying Course of Hell' MyTom?" Said Tommy/Melo.

 

(Author interference here! I'm a bit lazy write the training things so I'm going to skip that and flashback onto it in later chapters because I'm POGGERS like that- and so basically now Time-Travel Tommy and Past Tommy know how to fly, Time travel Tommy is back to flying likes it's second nature after the 2nd day of training with his wings, Past Tommy however only has been trained to Fly quickly and glide and how to leap off the ground with a strong flap of his wings! And to react to certain situations via the training- so like now if something is thrown or shot at in Tommy's general direction he will dodge. And if he hears someone flap their wings he will flap his wings in response (It's a weird habit he accidentally picked up from Time travel Tommy and like- yeh) they also sleep with the wax wings on so that they can be kinda be used to it before they grow their normal real wings and all that stuff…back to the story though!)

 

"..We still haven't grown in our wingss" groaned out Mytom.

 

"I knoww, this is simply just not poggers…"

Lazily said Tommy/Melo.

 

"..I know what we have to do in order to make them appear. I just needed to train you a bit more actually, and today after learning that Giant Leap take off? You're ready Mytom." softly spoke Tommy/Melo

 

"Melo…yeah..okay, How do we do this?"

 

"Well…just like Icarus, we will fly too close to the sun..we shall go upwards above the Ravine filled with water, and we will flap and truly enjoy ourselves as we get higher and higher." Hesitantly spoke Tommy/Melo

 

"Uhm- totally yeah- what a way to forcefully activate your wings sure-"

Mytom said sarcastically.

 

(Surprise! Another fast forward U-U so anyways they are now flying higher and towards the sun with the journal still on auto-documentation and following Time travel Tommy XD)

 

"I can't believe you talked me into flying up here!!" Yelled out Mytom.

 

"Just keep telling yourself that Mytom!!"

Laughed out Tommy/Melo

 

"Ugh, Meloo it's getting hot up here!!"

Dramatically said Mytom.

 

"Uhuh, deal with it and when your wings start melting I won't be able to help you."

Said Tommy/Melo.

 

"What?..Melo..please tell me that you were joking.." Mytom quickly said.

 

*Drip* *Drip*

 

"..Melo?" Mytom hesitantly spoke out.

 

"I'm kidding obviously! I'll catch you but, you need to activate your wings, and your wings are still rapidly MELTING SO FUCKING FLAP THEM HIGHER AND HIGHER IDIOT!!" Shouted out Tommy/Melo.

 

"OKAY OKAY, IN FLAPPING THEM. FLAPP-" Mytom was cut off.

 

*SWOOSH*

 

"ÆÆÆÆHHHHH!!!!??" Screamed Mytom

 

"GOOD LUCKK FALLING" Yelled out Tommy/Melo

 

*DRIP* *Drip*

 

"Oh shit-" Tommy/Melo was cut off.

 

*SWOOSH*

 

"ÆĀÆÅÅÆÆ ÄÃĀÅÆÆHHHHHHHH!!"

Screamed out Tommy/Melo.

 

"Okay, I got this, I got this, just flap my wings and everything will be fine. I GOT THISS" Practically Screeched out Tommy/Melo.

 

(Author interference again! The journal won't copy down everything below starting now bc I'm showing you what's going on with past Tommy because the journal is near time travel and following him and stuff -_-)

 

"FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!"

Yelled at the top of his lungs Mytom.

 

"I'LL KILL MELO DOR THISSS!!" Screeched, MyTom.

 

"HOLY SHITT!! I NEED TO FLAP THESE MOTHERFUCKERS!? THEY'RE MORE THAN HALFWAY GONEE!!" Yelled out Mytom.

 

*Drip* *Drip*

 

"FUCKING COME OUT MY REAL WINGSS!!" Begged Mytom.

 

It was at that moment his wings sprouted out, Fireproof/heat proof 

 

(The wax is burning hot ok?!)

(I don't wanna have a plot hole-)

 

An agonizing scream ripped itself from Mytom's throat as his wings broke free from his back,undoing the stitches and the wings made from wax falling off.

Before Mytom could plummet to the ground properly he started flapping his new wings in a panic and trying to glide safely to the ground.

 

He started twisting and flapping too quickly and kept on rising and falling until he remembered he could try and glide safely to the ground and, Mytom still panicking glides safely to the ground with only a scrape on his knee that a golden apple couldn't fix.

And then he waits after calming down, he waits for Melo while Mytom catches his breath some more.

 

(Back to time travel Tommy)

 

Tommy's wings sprouted from his back but instead of screaming he simply let out a pained grunt and nothing more.

 

 

(Okay everything is being documented again in the journal! Lol-)

 

" Jeez that hurt more than last time- shit..

Okay I'm flying pretty normally..now I just need to find Mytom so we can do more simple flapping after I treat the blood dripping from our backs" Tommy/Melo spoke out in heaved breathing.

 

 

(Okay that's FUCKING it for this chapter

 (༎ຶ ෴ ༎ຶ) I've had this in my head for a bit so now that it's out I'll have so much weight off my shoulders it won't even be funny XD

Goodbye everyone!)

This was so long...help-

Chapter 14: Journal Entry 12 - ÆÆÆHHHHH

Summary:

So Time-Travel Tommy/Melo starts his journey to find Mytom/Past_present!?_tommy
:)
Chapter 14 on valentines day..was this planned? Will I ever tell you? No.

Chapter Text

Once Melo/Tommy hit the ground he's been a bit dizzy but by now he can already put that back down to least of his worries, he has to focus on finding Mytom after all...

"Hey auto documentation Off!"

Okay Journal Entry 11

It is time I start trying to find Mytom, he can't be too far away from where I landed after all

So off I'm going on my own which is kinda sad but it's what I seem to know..

I can't ever seem to ask for help but out here?

Of course I'm not going to have help..it's not like Technoblade..My Technoblade will just pop out of nowhere to help me out, and god do I have so many small regrets regarding him..I should make sure Mytom doesn't have most of them... I'm still walking through this half forest half maze..based on where Mytom was falling in the direction of he should be towards the.. north-west maybe? I need to keep the ravine in sight just in case he's there at the edge waiting instead of the middle of this forest half field thing that's going on..

I'll stop writing for a bit and once I'm near Mytom I'll active Auto-documentation!

This time I'll make sure there's another journal entry instead of just combing multiple journal Entry's-

(Author Interference here! I did not do that with the last chapter that's just what Melo/time travel Tommy did so he didn't have to write the extra journal entry's!)

So anywaysss byeee that's it for this chapter :)

Chapter 15: Journal Entry 12 - Found Mytom

Notes:

Sorry for accidentally putting off this chapter :')
Enjoyy

Chapter Text

"AUTO DOCUMENTATION ON."

"Ok, it's on" spoke Tommy/Melo.

"I see Mytom in the distance so it's best if I make my presence known," whispered Tommy/Melo.

"Hey MyTom! I found you!!" Yelled Tommy/Melo.

"Melo!!" Shouted Mytom.

"Are you okay?" Spoke Tommy/Melo.

"Uh, I think so? I might have some cuts and bruises on my back and legs..(๑•﹏•)" Said Mytom.

"Oh..here um, come here MYTOM, I can do my best to treat the wounds with what I have available," Tommy/Melo spoke softly.

" But what about your injuries?" Mytom spoke out, confused.

"I can treat my injuries later Mytom, you are more important right now." Tommy/Melo spoke out that last part softly.

And with that, he spoke no more. 

No one needed to say anything else.

And so, Tommy/Melo started treating Mytom's wounds without speaking a word more.

(Author here! Just gonna say that this is a time skip forwards so that they're back at the home-)

I try but I don't think so...it seems like it wasn't enough. Maybe it was me who fucked up. Mytom's wings are supposed to be bigger..

Chapter 16: Journal Entry 13

Summary:

QUICK TAKE THIS CHAPTER!!
*RUNS*
(In the distance you can hear the cry's of an overworked student that was too busy with Tests, changing schedules, Dealing with chores, Using Spring break to try and fail to relax, and the anguished cries of returning to school is an Author who should really take a nap..)
Happy April fools 😭😭😭

Notes:

Start of hiatus:
2-20-2023
End of Hiatus:
3-2-2023

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*Time skip to where Mytom and Tommy/Melo are now at home*

"Auto-documentation On!" Tommy/Melo Yelled

"Melo tomorrow is my duel with dream right?" Mytom asks a little nervous.

"Yes, so you need to work on how to at least boost yourself up into the air and glide. After you put on new clothes, let your bandages stay on for another good hour or two. Then shower after that you'll follow me." Tommy/Melo said plainly.

"..That's all?-" Mytom said confused.

"I'll tell you more after you finish doing all the steps I've told you so far Mytom" Tommy/Melo said fondly.

"Fine geez I'll go put on new clothes and Lay down..maybe even take a power nap.." Mytom said exasperated.

"Auto-documentation off!"

hello journal.. tomorrow is the duel with dream....maybe instead of letting Mytom sleep tonight I could instead fuse with him? I know how to fly or at least..the very basics Afterall, I'm in a new?-ish body now..

I'll still do a bit more training with tommy on how to fly than we'll work on fusing our body's together..or I could sit back and observe?

Chapter 17: Independence

Summary:

They can't stop and look the other way. What they were witnessing was marvelous.

Notes:

Due to my writers block and hiatus, I don't remember mytom's age..so
In this deul Tommy is 10!!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

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"TEN PACES FIRE." 

Tommy quickly turned around and shot right in front of him. Miss. Dream dodged just in time. Growling in anger, he dodged Dreams shot. And prepared to fire once more, Taking a quick breath he shot at dream once more.

But then...getting distracted, dream took this chance to shoot at Tommy. Ducking just in time, Tommy ended up falling into the water. 

Alarmed, Dream eyed the spot where Tommy had fallen. Splash. Quickly looking behind him, dream saw nothing. Now quickly checking all sides, he heard the draw of a bow. Pausing. Dream look up. And saw a drenched Tommy, the sun reflecting off of Twisted Green and Purple feathers, the colors merging just right to make it seem naturally, at the tips of the feathers was brown polka dots, sprinkleing the wings, creating a Murky Neon rainbow of colors, what would normally look horrid instead look like something out of a fairytale.

An Avian.

Not an Elytrian, but an actual Avian.

They couldn't stop and look the other way. What they were witnessing was marvelous. The crowd was dead silent, staring in awe.

Before Dream could do or say anything...

DREAM WAS SHOT BY TOMMYINIT

Everything seemed to pause all at once.

The L'manburg soldiers looked at Tommy who was slowly descended from the air.

And then..."HEHHH!???" Was heard. All heads snapped towards to the sound, to see a Piglin hybrid staring in shock and confusion.

Tommy seemed to pause, he then grinned and Shouted. "INDEPENDENCE!!!!"

This sent off a wave of cheers and a chant of,

"INDEPENDENCE!" 

"INDEPENDENCE!"

"INDEPENDENCE!"

...In the crowd, Tommy spotted Melo smiling at him, tears prickling in his eyes.

With a smile so loud and so, so proud. Wilbur ran up to Tommy to crush him in a hug, Tommy hugged his dearest brother back. And Wilbur whispered, "I'm proud Tommy." And suddenly, it was fucking worth it.

。ノ\。

The aftermath, was the Dream Smp citizens, and guards running away.

Little did everyone know, because what was going down in history, the "Dueling grounds" as people began calling it, was now a Neutral area. 

There was a big celebration, one that spanned for a week and 2 days. 

The declaration of Independence was made. 

With Dream sporting a bandaged head, stewing in anger and acceptance. Not what they were expecting, but the more empathetic L'manburg members noticing he only started stewing anger when Wilbur yelled "YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"

Those who were still recovering from concussions covered their ears for that part. But in the declaration of Independence, there in the fine print read, "With our independence, we are free from the ties of the Dream Smp Kingdom. We have no business for said kingdom. A citizen that is in trouble with the kingdom, is of their own accord. Not the Nation."

Tommy had made sure to put that one, on orders of Melo.

A great decision, they hadn't yet talked about whether or not Tommy was still going to destroy George's home...

Shrugging off said thoughts, with Wilbur as president, and Tommy as Vice President. But they also built in something new. Every year, on November 16th. A new vice president will/would be elected.

Melo hoped this would prevent the 16th from happening.

Notes:

500 words.
Also, techno will come into play next chapter!

Chapter 18: realizations

Summary:

What has Technoblade been up to? Tommy and Melo talk. and...dream thinks
Wilbur is fucked when philza joins the server

Notes:

Oh yeah, I kinda pushed this under the rug(?)
But er, the DSMP is one server, in a sea of other servers. however, Dream has his server locked and you need an invite to visit and/or join the SMP. That doesn't mean people can't sneak in, or through a loophole, enter without an invite.

Chapter Text

Traveling to his old hut wasn't that long. But it was..quite a ways away. He had joined the server around this point in time. So he knew where'd he be as of now. It would take 24 hours to reach the place...If he was going on foot.

4 hours into the trip he spotted a herd of horses. perfect

He quickly tamed a Black-spotted brown horse and resumed his journey. Now the rest of his journey would take about 13 hours instead of 20.

..................

He arrived at a clearing, The Sun sprinkling his skin in beams of light. He grabbed the lead for his horse; he tied the lead onto a sturdy tree branch. Grabbing an apple from his inventory, he gently fed it to his new steed. dubbed, Hack.

With a calming Chuff, he walked towards the only cabin in the clearings. Ready to talk with his past self.

....................................

"So...what now?" Mytom asked aloud, casting a side glance to where Melo was writing in his book. (hint hint for next chapter)

Melo paused in his writing, turning to look at seemingly nothing. "Well, I have been meaning to ask...-"

........

Dream was utterly confused.

and even that was an understatement.

thousands of questions swirled in his mind, such as 'Tommy is human, not an Avian-' and 'Tommy shouldn't be able to kill me, he was too weak.' 

Dream knew, no- accepted that he lost. As an Admin, he...

He had lost. He underestimated Tommy.

He was caught by surprise. L'manburg had independence. That was final. Well, The nation was small. As long as everyone stayed in their respective nations...everything should settle back down. His server would be peaceful again.

...........................

Wilbur, after the...well everything was reeling in his thoughts.

His baby brother had wings. SINCE WHEN!? WHY HADN'T HE SAID ANYTHING!? 

Wilbur eyed the blank piece of paper on his desk, 'Now he had to tell Phil- Jesus...the man would join the server as soon as possible once he found out- hell. WHY Did this have to-'

Wilbur let out a muffled screech into his pillow as he realized yet again, His father would find out about fundy. He- PRIME. He doesn't know- He'll be--

shit.

...............

Two peacefully sleeping Tommys felt a sense of foreboding subconsciously.

both were too tired to remember it the next morning.

Chapter 19: Journal Entry 14 - Indepence/ A question

Summary:

We see what's up with Melo and Mytom, and a bit of Technoblade POV as well.
Oh, and i'm cashin' in on that Mild Hurt/Comfort tag.

Notes:

haha...its been awhile lol sorry, i had Benchmark tests, and so much more! Not an excuse really, but enjoy!

Chapter Text

We did it.

Independence for L'manburg.

It almost seems...too good to be true. The words were true all the same. Gaining Independence for L'manburg - the right way this time. It was- 

It was Liberating. And isn't that a thought?

In the end, Independence for L'manburg is just a step forward. The Egg didn't become a problem until I was 15. Even then, it didn't truly take effect until around my 16-17 years.

For now, all I can do is wait until JSchlatt appears. Or Technoblade, whichever comes first. Although it'd be likely the former returns first. 

Right now, Wilbur is in high spirits no sign of his mentally unstable brother yet. Everyone else is doing rather well, but... Even now, it is as if something. Is missing.

What could he possibly be forgetting? For now, should it be best-

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"So...what now?" Mytom asked aloud, casting a side glance to where Melo was.

Melo paused in his writing, turning to look at seemingly nothing. "Well, I have been meaning to ask..." Mytom raised an eyebrow, prompting Melo to continue.

Melo hesitated seemingly to mull over what he wanted to ask. "Well," He began, "I should start off by saying that your wings...aren't the right color." He finished, trying to let the words sink in.

Mytom however, didn't have the patience for that. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY WINGS AREN'T THE CORRECT COLOR!?" He shouted, getting up from his spot.

Melo allowed Mytom to rant, just this once...

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Why?

He thought the question over again and again in his mind like a mantra. He wasn't sure if knew the answer. 'WHY?' The voices asked. He couldn't hope to even begin to understand such a simple thing. Why? Such a simple question, one that had many different answers too.

Why?

That was what they asked. But it was one he didn't have an answer for all the same.

Why?

Or rather, he knew the answer - deep down he knew the answer. One he believed true yet one he couldn't utter. No, not in a million years at least.

Why?

The voices questioned regardless. 

Maybe, maybe one day he'd give them an answer. That day, would not be today.

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"Okay see last time I had help." Melo gestures to his wings. "As of now, your wings are still covered in down feathers. some of the others likely noticed - maybe." Melo mutters that last bit, but Mytom hears it well enough.

"from here on out the timeline gets rocky, but I believe it still might take a different path." Melo continues, seemingly about to switch topics.

"What does- never mind..." Mytom shakes his head, "Melo please - what do you mean my feathers ain't the right color?" Mytom whines,

"Well.... yours are y'know that, and mine are black with purple on the right and green on the left. yours are TWISTED." Melo makes a swirl motion with his fingers,

"so??" Mytom prompts, "It's..." Melo sighs, seemingly accepting something.

"go on?" Mytom begs, running out of patience.

Melo caves, "Kid, my colors and patterns mean that I've accepted, that I've moved on, I can face the trouble, but it also means that I know it takes time. The other side is proof of what happened to me. my experiences, what I won't do ever again, what'll take me a few tries again before I learn, but most importantly that I'm alive. The Thick Deep Purple Stripes are my perseverance, the saturated & Neon green Zigzags are proof of my kindness, the Red Squibbles are my determination, the gold polka-dots are my firm justice, the black kid? that's my hate."

Mytom stares quizzically, glancing at the pair of wings on Melo's back, quickly looking back towards his own and comparing.

Melo continues, "Mytom, your colors are...it means you haven't truly found your purpose yet. Yes, You're kind, You have perseverance, but you don't have a purpose."

Mytom gains a haunted look on his face at that.

"So...that's- That's it? I Don't have a purpose anymore?" Myt- no Tommy snaps, puffing his wings up in anger. "Look, Tommy just-" Melo starts, but is cut off before he can speak.

"No, I- I Have no purpose huh? Where the fuck does that leave me in all this huh Melo?!" Tommy Shouts, shattering the windows of the nest House, before Melo can even think of a response, there's a hole in the roof and Tommy isn't in range.

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"WHy doesn't he get it? HE NEEDS TO UNDERStAND TECH" Tommy Cries, throwing whole trees around in the Tundra.

"I'm sorry Toms," Technoblade soothes, patiently letting Tommy vent it out.

No

No.

Why? I just-

"Kid, i messed up with my other self too," Techno admits, thus distracting Tommy who accidentally hits himself with (an oddly flexible branch).

"Huh?" Tommy whimpers, rubbing at his tear-filled eyes,

"Son, my other self has a new tear in his ear, he has a chipped hoof, but he is alive and understands." Tech- Dad Continues, "-It took time, he slowly accepted what I told him, and now he's on our side ready to stop that." Dad reassures, placing a comforting hoof on his shoulder, and huffs.

"Yeah- yeah- okay, okay, i- can do this..." Tommy steels himself, properly wiping his tears and snot away.

"There ya' go kid, now i believe we have a baby bird to find?" Techno gestures, a sign that he's letting Tommy take the lead.

Chapter 20: Purpose.

Summary:

Tommy, unfortunately, has F'ed up, he doesn't quite realize this. Techno is lowkey neutral. Mytom suffers for future hims' decisions and has to deal with the consequences. Puffy is sad for Mytom. Wilbur has to write an unfortunate letter to Phil.

Notes:

Hey guys! I know i said i had to replan some things, and i have!
So...basically,
I Have seperated the Dsmp characters from their Irl selves. I'm sorry if you drop this fic because...i'm still going to include wilbur. unfortunately, he plays a role albeit a minor one in the story...but I don't see Dsmp!Wilbur as...Irl wilbur? If that makes sense, see, i want to continue my dsmp works. And, after my hiatus that started in, i think Febuary of 2024? I am returning and I will rapidly update all my other fics too. For those who will continue reading, i hope you enjoy this chapter.
(Support Shelby,)

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Everything goes wrong.


why?
WHy?
WHY?

There is no answer.

nothing.

And why, for some odd reason, that silence is what hurts the most about this whole thing?

Silence.

Tommy flies through the air aimlessly.

He has no purpose.

What is with that? Everyone has a purpose...don't they?

So why doesn't he?

Even people- no- Avians and Eltrians, hell- Even Bird Hybrids have a purpose. All creatures have some sort of purpose...

If he doesn't have a purpose... then what is he?

He's nothing then.

He continues flying. 

Everybody knows huh? They saw him sprout his wings. Do they simply not know the deeper meaning? Everyone...knows. They...know? They...Know.

Tommy falters in his flight. 'What is he going to do?'

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Puffy sighs, opening her book up, she turns the pages, flipping to Tommy's entry.

Tommy has yet to show signs of developing a purpose. His down feathers could simply be due to his young age. Although, what's to say they're only still there because he has- he doesn't gave a purpose? That isn't possible. The only people who don't have a purpose, died before they had one, or are too young, both even.

Tommy does not have a purpose.

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Wilbur hesitates.

Dear Phil,

It's been awhile, not long, but still quite a bit I suppose.

Tommy has his wings Phil.

 

I know you're probably jumping and chirping in joy, if only a little upset you didn't get to see him sprout his wings...

Phil, this isn't easy to say but...

Tommy doesn't have a purpose.

 

Wilbur's hands shake.

He presses hard on his quill, making it snap itself in half with a sickening *crunch*.

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Tommy lays in his bed.

unmoving.

He lays there, knowing he can't go back.

Not this time.

Notes:

Preview to the next chapter!

"I don't want to go..." He says, stuttering through his words.
"It's- It's okay Tommy, you- You're going to be fine," Techno reassures, his eyes watering and brows scrunched.

Chapter 21: NOTICE: Discontinued

Summary:

An Explanation, And A Goodbye.

Chapter Text

Hello, if you've read the chapter title, you know what's up.

I started this fic in 2023 on January 2nd.

I loved this fic with my whole heart, this was my first ever fanfiction, and it brought me so much Joy.

I created this when I was going the one of darkest times of my life, and when I was free of school.

And so, after many, many Hiatus acts...

I think it's finally time to admit that I never had a plan for this fic, at most, I had a vague outline and a dream.

I thank all of you who stayed or wanted a new chapter. Or just wanted me to continue this fic and leave with a semi-satisfying ending.

And for that, I'm sorry.

I will leave you all with this,

.

.

Tommy and Technoblade Time-Travel to the past, to stop a future Anonymous Apocalypse. One worse then The Egg.

One That lead To The Only Survivors Being Tommy, Techno, George, Karl, Dream, Ranboo, Michael, Nikki, And Foolish.

The others send Tommy and Technoblade into an incomplete Time-Machine, because the Apocalypse came knocking on their door.

With tears, the others see to it that they're sent into the past.

.

.

I don't remember why I wanted this series to be told in Book logs, but looking back now it feels so unique that I feel a swell of pride for little me.

Thank you all for all the Kudos, The Hits, the Bookmarks, and the Comments.

It thanks to you dear Readers, for giving Motivation to take this fic this far.

<3