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TommyInnit has died (0 Canon Lives Left)
Once that message popped up in chat, there were various reactions. Some of the top reactions consisted of confusion, disbelief, and anger.
However, there was one shared emotion among all. Regret was the most common emotion of all of them. Tubbo felt regret for not spending enough time with Tommy, as well as snapping at him. The only thing he could do was blame himself, which caused him to collapse to the ground. Ranboo sat by Tubbo and hugged him tightly, no words spoken from either as they both mourned the loss of their beloved friend.
Ever since the day Dream killed Tommy, Sam and Tommy hadn’t talked at all except when Sam took him from the prison. But before that Sam was like Tommy’s father, always caring for him and worrying. Sam figured it would be best if he stayed away, so Tommy could be safe.
However when suddenly the message about Tommy’s death popped up, Sam froze up. He had missed all that time he could’ve used making up for leaving Tommy with dream all to protect him, and Tommy still died.
Wilbur stared blankly at the sky after hearing the news from someone walking by. Tommy couldn't die, sure Wilbur manipulated him but that doesn't mean he didn't care for the boy he had raised.
Dream could do nothing but laugh as he saw the message. However, the laugh wasn't as joyful as most thought. In fact, it was a laugh filled with pain, anger, and more emotions that came with. Yes he had manipulated the boy beyond relief, but with all the time in the prison he started to realize that he was just a boy. Now don't get him wrong, he didn't regret doing what he did. But he regretted doing it to such a young person.
Technoblade could stare in shock at the message for hours, but he knew it would do him no good. Tommy couldn't have died, he was probably with Tubbo and Random messing around. Tommy couldn't be dedicated, he wouldn't accept that. Even though he refused to believe it, he couldn't prevent the pained noise that fell from his lips at the loss of a little brother.
Philza Minecraft was carrying tools into a cave before he saw something in the forest. He walked towards a lump on the ground cautiously before he recognized there was blood and it was a person. Phil quickly dropped his tools and ran to check on who it was, but froze when he realized the golden curls that were spread amongst the ground. His breath caught in his throat, he dashed forward and fell onto his knees as he brought the child into his arms.
The broken screams of a father mourning the loss of another son could be heard across the SMP, but nobody could blame him. Well, nobody that was alive could as they didn't know.
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