5 Works by Pyrotechnical
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"It’s evening. Eight thirty-two p.m. The sun would be setting outside, washing the landscape in fiery colors that he hasn’t seen for weeks. Or months. He’d grieve, but the endless, empty void of limbo suits him better these days.
Tommy can’t count the times he’s done this. He wakes up, just as bloodsoaked as he was in death, and cradles the clock in his hands like it will save him.
Eleven thirty-five a.m., he read with an ache in his chest where a sword used to be.
Three eighteen p.m., he read with blurry eyes, vision still swimming from the phantom damage to his skull.
Five forty-nine a.m., he read after an eternity of trying to summon the strength to move his arm, white and pale as a sheet. Dream wanted to see just how much blood was in his body. Tommy doesn’t know the answer; he wasn’t awake long enough to see it through."
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Dream escapes Pandora's Vault and makes good on his promise to kill Tommy and revive him over and over and over and over and over--
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Tommy wishes that Tubbo was still his friend, and that it was like how they used to be. Best friends, completely inseparable. He wishes it was back when he was the annoying kid tagging along with the famed "Sleepy Boys Inc." flock, the annoying fourth-wheel in the Championships. He wasn’t even an avian and they kept him around for some reason. Probably just for entertainment, but that was okay. It was nice of them to let him hang around as long as they did. Doesn’t mean he can’t long for their company, their powerful wings and soft, warm feathers that Wilbur used to wrap around him during their first nights in Pogtopia before Tommy drove him insane.
He’s too tired and numb to try and choke back the weird, warbly sob that rises in his throat, and he hates himself for it. It’s such an ugly, creature-like sound, and he decides not to think about that too hard.
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Tommy grows wings in exile. Somehow, this makes everything so much harder. -
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“If you go far into the forest, so far that you can’t see sunlight, you will never be found. Everything that is lost under the sun can be found again and returned home. It is always dark in the woods, and Tommy strayed further than he likely should have.
Why, then, did it feel like every step took him closer to home? The crunching leaves underneath his threadbare shoes coaxed him with each step to take another.”
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Tommy is six years old when he runs from the orphanage, deep into the Forest. It is there, where he finds that he was never really human to begin with.
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“Dream is tired. He’s tired of the tension between his friends, tired of preparing for battles, and tired of waking up in the morning with hours missing from his memory, no recollection of what he did the day before. Most of all, though, he is tired of the ever-present, watchful eye of something dark that whispers to him, chills his blood, and will not leave him alone.
Apparently, the war starts without him.
He wakes up, and there’s clearly been fighting. A cold fog grips his mind and refuses to offer any memory of the battle he apparently played a leading role in. Dream doesn’t know what’s happening to him.”
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A malicious entity sinks its claws into the server and its admin completely unnoticed, until it’s too late for Dream to do anything but watch.
His friends barely recognize the person they used to call a friend, and it takes them a while to notice things are very wrong.
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Tomorrow, the Syndicate is coming for a dead man.
Tomorrow, he’ll end this cruel story, this bullshit symphony.
All the heroes are dead and gone.
Tubbo is the only one left.
And he’s lost everything already.
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The Syndicate finds out about Snowchester and they deem Ranboo a betrayer of their cause, killing him and his son in front of Tubbo, who they leave with a promise to come back and destroy him and the government he’s created in one fell swoop.
Tubbo, with his best friend dead in prison and his family killed by the very people coming to kill him, has nothing to lose. And that makes him dangerous.