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The roof was cold, the wind harsh and merciless, the ground beneath his feet rough and textured.

'I should have put on shoes' He thinks distantly.

The wet blood taints his skin, he could barely feel it, he only felt her tight grip on his arms, her frame covering him as she squeezes, bruising him, hurting him.

Funny, isn't it, She promised to never hurt him. 

"Tom-tommy, please, Tell me you didn't do it." She pleaded with him, her voice cracked with every word, she's begging him to tell her a lie instead of the truth.

The horrible, ugly, truth. Tears burned his eyes, tears of shame. He thinks.

He's not ashamed of killing someone. Everyone knew he would one day. He's ashamed that she had to see it happen.

His silence was answer enough. Her grip on his arms become loose, squeezing one last time like a good bye before she lets go, and Tommy looked up. He doesn't know why but he wish he didn't.

Sally's face was wet with tears, messy, ugly, tears, her eyes- she won't look at him.

He reaches out, desperately hoping she will reach back, She quickly pulls away. Her whole body is tense, still in a away he hates.

He reaches out again, ignoring his fear of being pushed away, he'll just try, again and again, for the rest of his life.

He opens his mouth, his hand still reaching out when she snaps at him, "Stop it!" Hurt spills into him, like he's been slapped, he can't say a thing, not one word gets out of his mouth, he stands there gaping, she's never yelled at him before.

What could he even say, do. to make this better? The answer hit him like a truck.

Nothing.

She turns away, her steps are like gunshots to his ear, each one getting closer and closer to the ledge, she jumps.

He follows. He's dead before he knows it.

THAT WASN'T SUPPOSE TO HAPPEN. THIS NOT HOW THE STORY ENDS, CHANGE IT, FX IT.

Thomas Innes was fourteen years old when he died.

He is still fourteen when he wakes up as Theseus Min-Ecraft.

Prince to the fucking realm and the worst motherfucker alive.

Let Thomas- ew, Tommy, recap his life for you.

When he was four, bad things always happen around the number four. That shitty ass number hates him. His parents died, car-accident, drug overdoes, murder, he doesn't fucking know how but they died.

Then he bounced around in foster care for Nine horrible years. Before going fuck it and running away to become a street rat.

Those were the days, running around, stealing shit, from wrongins of course. He was hungry and dirty but at least he wasn't getting beaten on a regular bases for having the audacity to exist. He hated begging though but it was faster then stealing some days so he swallowed his pride and begged.

Begged like a fucking super-star, he should get an Oscar, tearing up his eyes and puffing his cheeks to look all pitiful.

God he hated it, But damm did it work, he hated getting pitied but flipping them off afterwards and kicking their sheens was worth it.

Well until he met her.

Sally Smith.

His sister in all but blood, she had taken one look at him and told him to fuck off. She saw through his bullshit so fast tommy got whiplash.

"The fuck?" He said, breaking character.

He was suppose to be sad, wronged by the world child right but, what the fuck, who says that to a begging child!

"Look, kid, I'm going through a lot right now so either fuck off or come with me." She said.

Tommy came with her, she bought him a cake-pop at starbucks. He never left since. Day after day he would follow her around, no matter how many times she told him to fuck off, in fact, it encouraged him.

Sally broke and adopted him. Well her dad did but he lived with her. So in his logic, she adopted him.

She was a mess of a person and he loved her for it. Until she brought out him.

Clay motherfucking Wastaken.

Stupid name, stupid son of a bitch. His sister's boyfriend.

She was head over heels in love with him. Charmed off her pants and all that bullshit. Tommy hated him from day one.

No matter how hard Clay tired, and boy did he try, to win over Tommy, he never did. 

They hated each other in secret. For his sister's sake. Throwing backhanded gifts and compliments at each other. His sister must have noticed, know even, she was smart like that.

Clay even designed a character after him in his novel. The nerd was a writer. A half-decent one that definitely wasn't famous.

Theseus Min-Ecraft.

He hates Clay so much. Min-ecraft. Minecraft. Tommy says he plays the game once and suddenly it's every gift he's ever gotten from Clay. Theseus was a interesting character at least. 

A prince in the Antarctic Empire, a prince with absolutely nothing about him until the end of the game. He's mentioned in brief sentences and is usually just a plot device of sorts for the main protagonist ; Dream. 

Tommy believes with his entire heart and chest, that Dream is some kind of self-insert. He's Theseus's assigned personal guard but since there's almost nothing about Theseus expect for the fact he's bratty sometimes and unpleasant, Dream's free to do whatever.

Anyways back to the main point, Theseus ends up being the secret big bad Dream has to kill in the final chapter, which Tommy fucking called it! No way Clay wouldn't fuck with him even in his own novel. His sister thought it was genius, Everyone thought it was genius. It's fucking stupid.

Theseus dies by Dream's sword, a bitter smile on his face as he dies. He's burned his winter home to the ground and there's nothing but ashes to save.

And now, Tommy is Theseus. Fourteen year old Theseus, luckily he doesn't have to fuck with the plot for another two years.

expect, this is the first thing he wakes up after he dies. 

CONGRATULATIONS 🎉🎊 , CONGRATULATIONS🎉🎊 , CONGRATULATIONS🎉🎊 

GOOD THINGS MUST BE SAID THRICE! THIS IS SYSTEM #1602

READY TO HELP USER  AT ANYTIME ☺. 

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Tommy's first thought is unsurprisingly, What the fuck. 

 "Where the fuck am i?" Is his second. Which he says out loud. To a glowing blue slab that looks straight out of a video game.

the fuck? He is so confused right now.

He looks around and wow, Who ever had this room was a rich fucking slob.

It's so messy, There's piles of clothes on the ground, books and other random shit too, a whole ass bookcase is the ground.

and he can vaguely make out a wet spot of something on the floor. Jesus christ. He can't see everything, the whole room is dark, there's no light expect for the glowing slab.

He turns to the screen, raising a brow, okay, what the fuck. 

Guess he'll just have to deal with...this. He reaches out, half expecting his hand to go through it, and to wake up, dying on the ground.

Was this some hallucination he brain sent out before dying, if so, this sucked. He should have come up with something better.

It wasn't as his hand doesn't go through it, it was stopped by, glass? Tommy thinks, but like, more shiny.

THIS SYSTEM CAN SEE USER IS UPSET.

DO NOT WORRY! THIS SYSTEM WILL EXPLAIN!

ASK AWAY~!

Don't worry? Bitch he literally just died seconds ago, seconds ago!  

Whatever. yeah fuck his trauma i guess, uh,

"Where the fuck am i?" He repeats, slower, a little less confused this time. He can tell his in a room, he's not dumb, it's just not his room.

Way too rich to be his room, and messy.

He's only half as bad as this, If not less. His messes are organized. There was only some clothes on his ground, dirty clothes, clean ones on on his chair, instead of the whole fucking closet in here.

And he would have cleaned those up eventually! 

USER IS IN PRINCE THESEUS MIN-ECRAFT'S ROOM.

Okay, yeah, He understands.

Not. Sike bitch.

"What. Elaborate before I crash out." He says plainly, eyes already hurting from the bright light, god, could he shut this thing off?

USER IS IN 'THE WEIGHT I'LL BARE, THE MASK I WEAR.' BY CLAY WASTAKEN.

IS USER FEELING OKAY?

Tommy blinks. Did it just ask that. Like for real.

That shocks him out of his whatever-the-fuck-state and straight into disbelief.

Chat are you seeing this shit? Or am I going crazy. He thinks.

"No? Yes? What do you want me to say. Fine? Bro, I just died and got sucked into Clay's shitty ass book. I- What am the fuck am i doing here? Why aren't I, you know, dead?"  He asks, slightly panicking, Tommy's a big man, he can deal with this. he gets up, taking his ass off the floor and instead sits on the plump bed.

USER WAS NOT ALLOWED TO BE DEAD

USER IS HERE TO FULFILL HIS ROLE.

USER MUST FULFILL HIS ROLE.

That's not creepy at all.

"And, what is my role?" 

USER MUST FULFILL THE ROLE OF THESEUS MIN-ECRAFT.

USER MUST COMPLETE THE STORY SET OUT FOR HIM.

USER WILL BE PUNISHED IF HE DOES NOT.

"Punished." Tommy says, crossing his arms.

"What if I just.. die again? Or, kill myself, what then." He asks, raising a bow, feeling mean spirited. This glowing slab will not tell him what to do.

THEN USER WILL NOT GET HIS REWARD.

Reward? Tommy perks up. Ever the sucker for rewards. Sue him.

"What's the reward?" He asks

ONE WISH OF USER'S CHOOSING.

USER WILL BE ABLE TO WISH FOR ANYTHING.

"Any-anything?" He gasp, that's- holy shit.

ANYTHING.

Welp, this changes everything.

He could wish for whatever, only once though. And tommy already knows what he'll wish for.

He'll wish Clay fucking Wastaken was never born. Never there to ruin his life. Never there to ruin his sister's.

If Clay could have just kept his mouth shut. None of this would have happened. He wouldn't be dead, neither would be Sally.

If Clay never existed. They could have had a normal, nice, peaceful life, a good long life.

Enough about that green fucker. "How do i fulfill my role and shit? Do i do quest or something?" He eagerly asks, breaking his silence.

USER WILL DO MISSIONS FOR THE PROGRESSION OF THE PLOT.

WOULD USER LIKE HIS FIRST MISSION?

YES OR NO?

He obviously presses YES.

TITLE:  A SON'S SORROW.

DIFFICULTY: EASY.

CONDITIONS: DRESS AND ATTEND YOUR MOTHER'S FUNNERAL.

TIME LIMIT: 4 HOURS

Huh. Theseus's mom was never mentioned in the lore, the royale family from what tommy's knowledge, (course, he's never read the book just to fuck with Clay, Sally filled him in while she read the book, and he might or might not have had read the pages online. Illegally of course.) Was King Philza Min-Ecraft, Queen Kristen Min-Ecraft, Twin Princes William and TechnoBlade Min-Ecraft, he thinks TechnoBlade's a stupid name in his very correct opinion.

And of course, the youngest,  Theseus Min-Ecraft.

So who the fuck is dead? Is Kristen dead already? Doesn't she die later? During The war feast or whatever. He'll ask the System.

"System?" He calls out, god that's so weird.

"Is Kristen dead?" He asks.

NO, KRISTEN IS NOT DEAD.

"Who's dead then?" Tommy scrambles his brain for any mentions of Theseus having a different mom, Yeah, Nope.

Given how little lines the guy was given himself, it's not weird Tommy know absolutely nothing about him.

Or should Tommy say me? Because system said, 'your mother' Eh, that's weird as balls, no thanks, he'll keep his identity, no identity crisis for him.

He's already got too much on his plate for that.

THESEUS'S MOTHER, CLARA MIN-ECRAFT NEE SCHLATT.

Damm, They just erased a whole ass person, a queen too, just like that.

Tommy kinda feels bad for Theseus, He would be a bitch too if his mom got erased from, well, everything.

Not that he knew his mom, or his dad really.

He only kinda feels bad because Theseus is still a poorly written character only used at the end of the story, during most of the novel he was just a plot device, 'Theseus did that so we gotta do this' type bullshit.

Wait does that mean Theseus and The twins aren't related, actually, are the twins even Philza's?

No, wait, fuck, family drama, Kristen was commoner right? King Philza fell in love with her at first sight, but they couldn't marry because, he was a king and she was a commoner, That didn't stop them from fucking like rabbits and making the twins, Something, something, Philza took her in as a second wife.

So Theseus's mom, Clara was the first wife and queen, Kristen was the second more loved one, okay, okay tommy gets the family lore. he deal with this.

He checks the conditions again, getting up, "Dress means wearing black right?" He asks to make sure, he stretches his aching limbs, or Theseus? Nah, His.

He calls Dibs on them first.

CORRECT.

Tommy walks around, uh, how the fuck do royalty dress? Fancy but like, The fanciest thing tommy's ever worn is a bloody fucking sweater.

Does Theseus have people for this? they usually have people for this. Should he call someone or? How the fuck does he call someone?

"System? How the fuck do i pick what to wear? Can I just call someone for this?" 

USER MAY USE THE BELL TO CALL UPON A SERVENT.

THIS SYSTEM ADVISES HIM NOT TO THOUGH.

Totally not ominous. So cool System.

Tommy looks around for a bell before finding it on the bedside table, he rings twice,

It's quiet but Tommy going to assume magic because that exist too. While he waits, he opens up one of the windows, it's massive and heavy, he has to drag the curtains away and shove the window open to let the early sun in.

Ah fresh fucking air, thank god.

The sun shines brightly and the wind blows just right. What nice day for a funeral. He wonders if he got buried on a nice day, that'd be nice.

Or if he got buried at all.

A servant, slave really, opens the door. She marches up to him, pulling him roughly away from the window, That's fucking rude.

"My prince! We have not time for your insolent games! Why aren't you dressed yet?" She hisses as she drags him away, her eyes scan the room, she scrunching her nose like he did all of this to piss her off, she gives him a glare.

Okay, well fuck you too I guess. 

She pulls him into the closet, riffling through his clothes, Jesus woman, she's throwing around the expensive fabric like it's nothing, most of it ends up on the floor until she finds one she thinks is suitable, throwing it at him, he barely fucking catches it, "Change. I'll do your hair. Honestly. You were suppose to be ready hours ago!" She slams the door shut.

Tommy changes quickly, quietly cussing the maid out, Why was she so bitchy? I mean, Tommy could understand being pissed off about the room, it's a mess but, System said he had seven fucking hours, chill out dude.

The maid's outfit is pretty cool thought, dark blues and blacks, he struggles putting it on but gets the hang of it eventually, black slacks, dark blue ruffle top, a corset-vest thingy, god it's so complicated, Tommy doesn't know the names half of the things he's wearing, at least he looks good, he thinks, no mirror so he can't check.

The moment he leaves the closet, the maid is hurrying him to a chair, in front of a vanity, she's opened all the windows, letting in the light as she brushes his hair.

He finally sees his new face and... It's exactly the same as his face before all of this.

Same bright blue eyes and pale skin, golden locks that are far softer and nicer then his.

Same small faint freckles on his nose and cheeks, his face is completely the same. That's a fucking relief.

His hair is the long thing that's different, longer, softer, but that's it. The maid braids and twists it into a low single braid.

Then she ushers him out of his-Theseus room, and guides outside.

"The funeral doesn't start until mid-day but it's good manners to arrive early, my prince, please, do not throw a tantrum if your father is busy with things that do not matter with you. Now come on." She opens the door for him. Waiting.

This is going all too fast for Tommy but at this point he can't do more then just ride it out, He steps in, the door closes behind him, the carriage moves and he is whisked away.

He hates this place already.