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Tommy's eyes burned as he opened them. Light flooded into his vision after the constant darkness that he had been floating in for... days? Months? Years? Tommy didn't know.
Tommy was unsure of his surroundings. He could vaguely see shapes, but they were all blurs- whites, reds, and greys, all formless and without shape. It freaked him out to hear voices but barely see faces.
What had happened? Where was he? He remembered everything that had happened vividly- the wars, the exiles, the deaths, the explosion. Tubbo's nuke had gone off. Gone wrong. He was supposed to be dead.
So why was he here? Wherever here is.
Before his thoughts could consume him more, he felt a wet- towel?- wipe over him, cleaning him, and he only just realized he was...small...
So small.
Smaller than your average adult's forearm. Like some sort of...infant.
He was a freaking baby.
Tommy started to freak out, and having the normal urges of an infant, began to cry. He howled in confusion, fear, and hurt. It was bright. And he was alive.
Part of Tommy believed that now that he was a small child in gentle arms, he would be safe. Cared for.
But, he was TommyInnit. Gentle voices lied, gentle arms crushed, and gentle gazes hardened.
No one was ever gentle. Never genuinely. Tommy was always lied to, always betrayed, always killed.
Would he be okay?
"Shh, shh..." a woman's voice soothed. Tommy only cried louder. They hurriedly continued to clean him off, and gathered him up, rushing him to another room. Hushed conversation between two people, not the one holding Tommy, but the ones across the room. New faces, undoubtedly.
"Would you like to hold him?" Tommy heard the person holding him ask.
"More than anything," another voice, female and familiar, responded with what sounded like awe in her voice. Was it... fondness? Love?
Tommy felt himself move with the person's arms, suspended in thin air before landing soundly in the arms of another.
"What'll we name him, Love?" Another familiar voice murmured, the sound almost lost in the air between them. It's like he could barely speak and contain all of the- joy?- in his words.
Tommy was still crying, mostly just out of confusion and frustrated curiosity. "Tommy..." the woman decided. "It's alright, you're okay... you're safe..." Her voice was warm and soothing, like she was coaxing him into feeling comfortable in her arms. There was something about her, something trustworthy. Like he knew her, and knew her intentions were nothing but pure. Almost asleep, he heard her whisper, "Isn't he just beautiful, Phil?"
Phil?
As in, Philza Minecraft?
Suddenly, he recognized the colors, the vague shapes of the man staring down at him. Gold that reminded him of hair, blue that reminded him of eyes, green in the shape of a shirt.
Philza Minecraft was standing right in front of him. Right there. Alive.
Phil reached out a hand, resting it on Tommy's small head. Tommy recoiled at the touch. Scared. He was scared.
He'd had good memories with Phil, sure, but Doomsday... the events of Doomsday flashed behind his eyelids. The withers, that had been Phil.
Phil's doing.
That must mean that the woman holding him... was Kristin. Mumza.
He trusted Kristin- she'd never done anything to him that wasn't kind. But Phil? He didn't know.
Tommy nestled himself further into Kristin's arms, trembling somewhat, and she placed a small kiss on his forehead.
The next day went by quickly.
Eventually, the next evening came around, and he was loaded up in a big metal machine that moved. Something called a... Cadillac? That's what Phil called it. Soon, they were outside of it, looking at what seemed to be a building. This thought was only confirmed when he heard the opening of a large brown rectangle- a door.
Another vague figure, with green hair walked into the room from another. "You're back!" He announced, relieved. "Finally."
"Yeah. Thanks for being available on such short notice, Sam. How are Wilbur and Techno?"
"Asleep."
A sigh resounded. "Great."
Sam? Like, Awesamedude?
Tommy was so tired. Still in his mother's arms, she carried him into a dimly lit room and placed him into a small crib. He rolled over onto his side as his mother sat him down. And he fell asleep quickly.