23. His story isn't over yet.

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Tommy leaned his head on her shoulder as they watched the sky slowly light.

"Whatcha thinking about, Toms?" She asked as he sighed.

"I miss dad." He said quietly. "And Techno. And Wil."

"Me too." Jay agreed, glancing at Tubbo. He was nodding as well.

"At least we still have each other." Tubbo said quietly.

"Yeah." Jay nodded. "And we're never leaving each other."

Jay sat on the bench, knees brought up to her chest. The only noise around was the voices, full volume in her head. Screaming to get revenge and stop just sitting there, but she couldn't make herself get up.

She was all geared up in her new armor, sword and shield laying next to her. But once she stepped out of the house she just couldn't move.

That was the last conversation she had truly had with her brother. She never even got to say goodbye.

Death had been all around her since she was a kid. It wasn't something new. Her mother had died when she was 2 years old. Her mind brought her back to a dog she had found when she ran away; who died when she was about 10 years old. He was just really old. Wilbur died at 17, she wasn't even around. Now Tommy.

It wasn't a new feeling, but that doesn't mean it didn't hurt. She wanted to feel something, but she couldn't muster up the courage to even cry.

Some deaths were beautiful, poetic, and satisfying. That isn't to say they were good; she would never wish that on anyone. But they meant something. That was Wilbur.

Some were abrupt and unfair. That was her mom. She deserved to live, she deserved to watch her kids grow up; and most of all, her kids deserved to have a mother.

And still some were unremarkable, unintentional, clumsy, stupid. That was Tommy. Tommy was a hero and his death was so plain. So incredibly human. So not Tommy.

His story was far from over. Tommy was supposed to grow up. He was supposed to go out into the world with Tubbo, meet some girl like Wilbur had, have a few kids, die old and happy. He was supposed to live life to the fullest, take advantage of everything life could give him. That was Tommy's story.

So why did the book end?

Jay let out a shaky breath she didn't realize she had been holding and glanced to the jukebox next to the bench. Tommy loved that thing.

It seemed there was a bit of Tommy on every inch of this world.

She stood when she heard talking from behind her. Bad, Ant, and Punz were all heading into her house, into Tommy's house. She narrowed her eyes as she saw what they were carrying. Banners, cake, and decorations. They were all smiling and laughing, entering the house like it was public property.

She saw Puffy trail behind them, and follow them inside. She heard yelling.

Jay slowly made her way to the house, pushing open the door.

"We're not happy Tommy's dead. Not really. But, we are happy that he's not an obstacle in the eggs expansion anymore." Bad said.

"My brother is not an obstacle for you to overcome." Jay said, an emotionless expression on her face.

"Jay! You've come to join the party! Here, have some cake." Bad said, smiling at her.

"Get out of his house." She said, a hand on her sword.

"We're just having a party. I don't get what the big deal is. This may as well be free real estate." Punz said, both Bad and Ant nodding.

"Get out now before I kill all of you and have a party on your bodies." She said, pulling out her sword.

"There's no need for that." Ant said, shaking his head.

"Out, now." Puffy ordered, pushing them out. Jay looked down as they all exited, grumbling about going somewhere else. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart." Puffy said carefully, eyeing the smaller girl.

"It's fine." Jay frowned. "Not everyone was gonna be upset about it."

"I'll leave you alone." Puffy wrapped an arm around her quickly, planting a soft kiss on the top of her head. "Be safe."

"Do you think Tommy was scared?" She asked softly, crossing her arms. "When he died? Do you think he was scared?"

"I think... I think he probably was, yeah." Puffy ran a hand down her arm, squeezing her shoulders. "But he's not anymore. He's with Wilbur. Wherever they are." The only thing she could hear was save them both. Revival arc. Blood for the Blood Queen.

"His story isn't over yet. It can't be." Jay whispered. "He was way too young. It's not right."

"No, it's not." She sighed. "I don't have all the answers, but Tommy is somewhere safe and happy and painless. Let's think of that for now."

~•~

Jay was walking down the path, trying not to think of her little brother, when she heard voices. Voices she recognized, but didn't know super well. She quickly ducked behind a wall as she listened in.

"You could've done something!"

"I couldn't have. I was following protocol."

"The protocol that the guy in the prison helped you make?"

"Listen, Ranboo, I was only following what I did because of the explosions. I can't find out where they were, what they were, who set them off... whoever did it knew Tommy was in there and wanted to help Dream by trapping him." There was a sigh. "And when I find out who did it..."

"Sam, I... I want to help."

"Listen, Ranboo, I still don't even know what's going on."

"Well, if I hear anything... see anything, I'll let you know. Tommy didn't deserve any of that." So that must be Ranboo. Kind of made her feel bad for what she did at Technos place... he seemed really upset. The voices yelled in her head to forgive him.

"Ranboo, let me see your book. Just really quickly, I won't read it. I just think you need to remember something."

"Okay." There was hesitation in his voice. "Okay I... I believe you."

There was some shuffling, and then silence, and then footsteps. She watched as Sam walked quickly in the other direction, head down.

She heard Ranboo sigh and then took a breath, walked around the corner.

"Ranboo?" She asked. The boy jumped and turned. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." She took a step forward. "Hey, I don't think we started off on the right foot. Can we maybe start over?" She asked, fingers fidgeting.

"We... yeah, we can." Ranboo nodded and extended a hand. "I'm Ranboo. It's nice to meet you."

"Ja-" she stopped herself. It seemed wrong to be called the nickname that Tommy made. "Jocelyn. I'm Jocelyn." She shook his hand.

"How are you feeling?"

"How do you explain it?" She smiled sadly.

It was silent for a long moment.

"You know, Tommy was my first friend." He said quietly. "When I first got here, he was the first person who I really had a connection with." He opened his book and flipped through some pages, then nodded. "When he burned down George's house, I helped too." He sighed and looked at her. "He covered for me. He could have easily let me take the blame, but he didn't. I'll be forever in his debt."

"It may not seem like it, but Tommy is the most genuinely selfless person I know." Jocelyn looked down. "That doesn't surprise me one bit."

"I miss him." Ranboo said suddenly. Jocelyn nodded.

"Me too."

~•~

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I've been watching everyone's lives as soon as they start to hope for some more lore, but there wasn't a ton today other than Tubbos. I wrote this last night so some of Tubbos stuff will be next chapter.

Thank you all for reading. ☺️

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