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It’s worse because he definitely would have seen it coming if he didn’t love heroics the way he did. The programs are a cesspool of rumors, and students disappear even more readily than low-ranking heroes do. In year three, a sixth year who used to run his mouth got killed in a freak accident; Tommy went to the funeral grimly and remembers Tubbo’s hand on his wrist, clinging ever tighter.
Hounder, Dovetail, Squid Kid, Crabapple. Thousands of heroes that vanished from the beautiful lie. Tommy’s not special, and he never will be. Just one more thing Dreamon took from him.