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Empty.

Tommy felt empty, a weird kind of empty. He didn't exist, but at the same time he did. He couldn't hear anything other than silence, and his tears had left permanent marks on his skin. His eyes had gotten lighter and he was now transparent, gripping his disc, Mellohi (which he didn't know how it got there) tightly, being careful to not scratch it.

And then he heard tunes, familiar tunes. Guitar tunes. And that just straight up confused him- who would be playing guitar in the empty void, other than himself? And he definitely didn't know how to play it. So who?

There was a voice. A familiar voice. And it sang a familiar song, with another person silently humming along to the music. He turned around and started floating in that direction, until he could hear the vocals clearly.

"I heard there was a special place..."

What. No. He had to be hallucinating, nobody was singing that song.

"Where men could go and emancipate..."

His instinct made him float closer, curious. Two figures could be seen, one wearing a yellow sweater, which was playing a guitar, and the other wearing a blue sweater, with what seemed like goat horns on their head.

"The brutality, and the tyranny of their rulers..."

The person playing the guitar had a little long, messy dark brown hair and the other had their brown hair tucked into a tight ponytail.

"Well this place is real, you needn't fret!"

They were sat criss crossed next to each other, with a small flower pot that had a blue orchid in front of them, a flag also stuck on the dirt.

"With Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo, fuck Eret!"

It was Wilbur. Not Ghostbur, Wilbur. Wilbur and Schlatt.

"A very big and not blown up L'manburg..."

Wilbur noticed him and offered a smile, while Schlatt just stared at him.

"I didn't think I would see you again so soon, you gremlin."

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"So you guys have been here with Mexican Dream this whole time?"

"Yup," Wilbur chuckled. "Thank god I didn't have an axe when I saw Schlatt here, otherwise he would've died again."

"Trust me, I wasn't happy to see you either." Schlatt responded before looking back at Tommy. "How'd you die?"

"Dream."

"Ah. Well, you're here now, sooo-"

"I wish I was alive so I could murder him I swear-" Wilbur sighed. "Did he at least get some sort of punishment for being a bitch?"

"He's in prison." Tommy replied. "He was going to kill Tubbo, but Punz and a whole lot of other people showed up, took two of his lives, and trapped him in Pandora's Vault. The prison," He added, noticing Wilbur and Schlatt's confused expressions. "Where's Mexican Dream?"

"Locked. We-" Schlatt started.

"You."

"Alright, I got tired of the speedrun music 24/7."

"It was entertaining!"

"Your guitar is better."

"Really?"

"Guys, stop flirting, i'm incredibly uncomfortable!" Tommy yelled, which made the other two burst out in laughter.

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