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Tommys heartbeat boomed in his ears as he walked towards Las Nevadas. He had heard purpled recently joined and wanted to apologize for not keeping contact with him.

As the city appeared over the horizon, Tommy got more and more nervous.

You're a big man- toughen up! It'll be fine. He told himself, fiddling with the hem of his red hoodie.

He stopped at the curb of a road, seeing purpled walking towards the Eiffel tower in the distance. This is your chance. You got this, big man. He told himself again, stepping into the chilly concrete.

His body moved on its own as he entered the rabbit hole of what-ifs and worries. Ever since exile he had spaced out more while his body did the work. "Hello, purpled!.." He yelled, earning the purple boys attention. "Oh, Tommy. Long time no see."

Purpled stuck his hand out of his hoodie pocket, giving Tommy a handshake. "What do you need Tommy?" Purpled asked, a glint of suspicion in his voice.

"I- well..." Tommy stuttered, trying to get something out. "I wanted to apologize. You were one of the closest people I had, and after lmanburg started i-" Purpled cringed, biting his lip.

"Yeah. We used to be so close, then you had to run off with Wilbur.. you left me, Tommy!" Purpled shouted, earning a whimper from the blonde "listen i-" Tommy hugged purpled. "I'm sorry..." He muttered. Purpled stood there, shocked.

"Can you forgive me?"

To say purpled was surprised was an understatement. Tommy, the outgoing, hard-headed idiot he knew a few years ago was gone. He never apologized- so why was he doing that now. And to purpled, of all people?

The Tommy he knew was gone. "What happened to you man?.." Purpled whispered, hugging Tommy back. He regretted everything. Damn, he should let out his emotions more. "I... I guess life changed me, big man..." Tommy chuckled awkwardly.

"Dream says it was for the best but I don't listen to that green bastard anymore.." Tommy laughed. His voice was cracky, it was a bit raw from the cold weather.

"I... Fine, whatever. I forgive you." Purpled smiled, hugging Tommy more tightly. He was fine with this. He missed Tommy anyways, though he would never admit it to his face.

A/N : This chapter is like- extremely short and I'm sorry lmao. I wanted to get out some content for y'all and I usually write 1,000-word stories so look forward to that! I might do a longer part 2 for this later :D

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Tommy sat down on one of the pews in church prime. The gods were supposed to visit him today, and they all were going to have a game night. But it was an hour later and they still hadn't shown up.

They probably just don't like you! A voice in his head exclaimed. No, your lying. They like me, right? They promised... He tried to ignore the voices but they just got louder.

Oh yeah, sure, look how far promises have gotten you now. I mean, Wilbur promised he wouldn't blow up anything but you see him hide the sticks of tnt when you walk in on him.

He shook his head, he couldn't listen to them.

'Thats your depression and anxiety. They're just the paranoid part of your brain. If they get too intense, try to inhale and exhale slowly, and count to 10. That usually works.' Puffy told him yesterday at their therapuffy appointment.

Puffy was always right, and had a warm smile and always smelt like cinnamon even if it wasn't fall or winter. Puffy felt like home. Like the gods! Clara and puffy both had some similarities.

He breathed in, and smelt the netherite armor next to him. He exhaled, his breath almost visible. It was chilly today.

He sighed, wishing the gods would come sooner. They would always help him recover from panic attacks and bad thoughts.

He missed Clara the most though. Clara, the goddess of the sky and galaxies. She had hair as orange as the sun, and her attitude represented that aswell.

She was fierce, touch, and knew how to handle most situations. She was also soft, caring, and loyal to Tommy. But the voices in his head started to tell him otherwise. She's like a mother to you, and what did your last mother do? Run away.

No, no... Clara wouldn't abandon him, right? She wouldn't, she way loyal- He opened his eyes- when did he close them? And realized he was having a panic attack. He tried to do puffys breathing method but that didn't work.

There was snot all over his shirt and he was shaking. He felt as if his heart was pounding against his chest, begging to be let out. He clutched his chest. "Mm- Make it s-stop.." He whispered, curling up in on himself more.

He felt the sun on him and realized the gods were there, rushing over to him. "Tommy? Tommy listen to my breathing, okay?"

Clara whispered. He knew they didn't have hearts or lungs, but they just added those features to make Tommy feel better in situations like these. He liked it, honestly. He listened to Clara's breathing and tried to copy it, and sometimes he messed up a bit or two but they didn't yell, just whisper reassurances in his ear while rubbing his back. "Good!"

His breathing calmed down and he was over his panic attack, and it seemed the gods had calmed down too. Clara handed him some tissues and a new shirt to wear as his old one was covered in tears and snot. "T-thank you..."

He muttered, giving all of the gods a hug. "No problem bub." The blood god smiled while moving his overgrown bangs behind his ears. "Yep. No problem, toms." Clara whispered as she started rubbing circles on his back.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Drista asked, crouching infront of him. He shook his head. "Maybe later.." They all nodded and grabbed what seemed to be... Games?

"We got you a few things... sorry, we came later than expected!" DreamXD chirped, setting down some popcorn and

Uno. The others did the same, with various treats and games. By the end the space in-between the pews were filled with many items.

"What if somebody comes here, though?" I questioned and immediately felt tears coming down from my cheeks.

The gods would go away because I didn't guard the doors well enough and I'd be all alone- "It's fine. We have a barrier to keep them out." The blood god stated, crouching down to my level and hugging me.

"We won't leave you, ever," Clara added, picking me up and coddling me. "How about we have a cuddle party?" Drista asked, and the other gods looked at each other before looking back at me.

"Does that sound good? We can still play games..." I nodded excitedly. I've never done a cuddle party before! "Okay!" Clara grabbed a blanket for the both of us and wrapped us in it while the other gods grabbed the snacks and set them in front of us. They created more blankets for everyone, and I didn't feel like crying anymore.

"Hmm.. let's play Uno first!" Drista shouted, grabbing the pack and opening it. "Yay!" I said while snuggling closer to Clara. "Your so cute, little one." She murmured, grinning. After drista passed all the cards out, we started stacking them.

"UNO!"

She screamed, and we all sighed in defeat. "What can I say, I'm the uni champion!" She yelled as she pranced around the church, making an L with her right hand. Fucking bitch.

I popped a piece of popcorn in my mouth, savoring the heavenly buttery snack. I popped a few more in while drista kept shouting about her being an Uno champion. "Okay, next game!" DreamXD yelled, annoyed with his sister's antics.

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And so the gods and Tommy spent the rest of the night laughing and having fun while eating delectable treats. The end :D

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A/N : Thank you all for reading! This one isn't exactly 1,00 words but I still think I did a mediocre job :)

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2nd person (Mainly Puffy's) POV
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It was 3 am and puffy couldn't seem to sleep. She had been getting major insomnia ever since the red banquet, and when she did sleep it was always for at minimum 3 hours and ended in a severe nightmare.

She sighed as she let her head fall to the side, fire crackling and heating her house. She had made some hot cocoa a few minutes ago and grabbed a random book. No matter how tired she was, she couldn't sleep.

It was just beyond her grasp, why couldn't she just- Relax. She inhaled sharply, closing the book abruptly, and set it on her hardwood coffee table. She got up from the armchair, leaving the blankets in a nest pooled at the bottom.

"I'll just do something to distract myself." She thought aloud, setting the hot cocoa down next to her book. Maybe she could make something for Tommy? He hadn't been doing so well ever since tubbo cut him off. And ranboo...

Well, when did ranboo do anything to help Tommy? He just made a speech about Tommy and then went back to his platonic husband, Tubbo. And tubbo.. tubbo was grieving Tommy although he was alive, half dead considering his mental state.

Tommy told her he also said that he had deserved exile... Even though she didn't know exactly what happened, she was sure it was something he didn't deserve. She wanted to block out all the bad and just give him an eternal hug. Maybe it was the mother hen in her. She didn't mind it, though.

Poor duckling. Maybe she could make some cookies? She knew he loved Nikis baking... And Niki wasn't really a nice person now. She didn't have any pumpkins for pumpkin pie, but she could bring him some peppermint tea and make some of her famous chocolate chip cookies!

That would cheer him up. She slightly hummed to herself as she walked over to the kitchen, her hooves making pit-pat noises as she walked across the cool tile. She reached up and pulled down the light switch, which made the room significantly more bright.

Okay, step one. Recipe book. Puffy grabbed her huge book filled with recipes from all over the world, and some of Nikis as well. She opened it to the cookie page, looking down for the right recipe. Sugar cookies, gingerbread cookies, macarons...

Ah! Chocolate chip cookies! She reviewed the ingredients and set them out, running around various parts of her kitchen grabbing all sorts of items. Ginger, chocolate chips, flour, eggs, bowls, and measuring utensils- the basics in making a delicious chocolate chip cookie.

She smiled as it was all laid in front of her, some ingredients on her sweater but nothing a good wash in the crystal clear spring next to her house couldn't fix! That reminds me, I should do my laundry soon...

She began dumping the dry and wet ingredients in desperate bowls. It was all sort of robotic as she made chocolate chip cookies quite often- but her memory wasn't all that great as she had more important things to worry about.

But now was the fun part! Baking. She whisked the flour, sugar, ginger, and cinnamon together and was met with a nice brownish blonde color. She turned over to the wet ingredients, banging her whisk against the sink to get rid of the excess dry concoction.

She added some water, a very fresh cup of milk she had been gifted to by foolish a few hours ago, like the wonderful son he is. She also added a dash of olive oil from her last village visit, and the eggs. She whisked them all together, and by the end, it smelt amazing. I think I did well, She thought as she added the ingredients together, mixing them with the chocolate chips, taking a spoonful, and putting them into the greased pan.

She hummed a lullaby as she had done it, a tactic her mom did to make the most amazing cookies. She shoved them onto the middle rack in her furnace, wiping off all of the cookie dough from her countertops and sweater.

Sighing, she checked the time on her clock to reveal it was 12:30. 30 minutes had passed huh. Better get changed. Puffy thought as she walked over to the room her bedroom was in, whistling a random sea shanty about a mermaid. She walked over to her dresser, grabbing a soft dull pink sweater with silky wool. She slipped it on over her shoulders, smiling at the warmth. Knock knock. What was someone doing out at 12? She frowned, rushing over to the door while pushing the sweater on completely. "Coming, coming!"

She yelled as she stepped in front of the door, unlocking and opening it. The person who knocked sighed and she opened it to see... Tommy? "Tommy?" she blurted out as soft as she could manage. She looked over him and saw scratches and fresh blood all over his hair, and some bruises mixed with deep slashes in his arms.

Oh god. No. No no-no. This couldn't be.. BREATHE. She had to relax. For Tommy. She gasped, grabbing his hand and squeezing it while pulling him into the warm house. "It's cold out there, better to be by the fire." She tried to comfort him as he trembled. "Anyways, what's wrong toms- I mean Tommy." Oh, god. The cookies!

They were done-"Sorry puffy... it's just that-" "I HAVE TO GRAB THE COOKIES BE RIGHT BACK!" She yelled, sprinting down the hallway to get to the kitchen. Her hair was laid all over her face messily as she put on oven mitts and turned off the oven, opening it and taking the cookies out. Right on time.

She sighed, oh thank god she made it just on time. But tommys waiting- crap. SHe set them down, and once again, worriedly sprinted down the hallway to go back to point A. "I'm sorry Tommy. I made cookies and tea for you! They have to cool down, but we can have them later. Now, tell puffy what's wrong."

He nodded, holding back a smirk and composing himself. She playfully rolled her eyes, sitting down beside him on the couch. Should she get him a cookie? Or a change of clothes.. no, she should make him take a bath and help his scars... Oh god, the poor thing. When had he last cleaned them? "Ow!" He yelled out, cursing as he saw that puffy noticed. "I can help you with those, and I have a spare change of clothes and warm water in the bathroom!"

She offered. Tommys eyes widened and he hesitantly nodded. He couldn't decline or she would kick him out. Besides, cookies felt nice.. he didn't have a soft spot for puffy. nope. "Here, go to the bathroom, and ill get the clothes. Does a sweater and sweatpants sound good?" He nodded, and puffy got up, walking over to her room.

Tommy stared at the fire. He didn't know where puffys bathroom was- might as well go looking now. He couldn't upset another person today, Wilbur was enough. He sat up and walked to the first door he found. HE opened it a crack, and it had a broom and some chests. Storage room. He built a map as he walked through most doors, and finally, he opened a blue door to find a bathroom.

He should've checked this one first.. He opened the door but stopped. Puffy didn't specify whether he should go in.. and what if it was a different bathroom? He bit his already dull fingernail as he felt dizzier and dizzier than when he arrived. It was normal, right? Wilbur said it was normal. He felt his legs buckle and suddenly he was on the ground. "Tommy!" That was the last thing he heard as he blacked out.

A/N: Okay so this isn't proofread or anything but yeah. Chapter. Yes. Anyways, I might do a part 2 (most likely) so stay tuned! I wrote this during my break but just wanted to give yall a chapter :)