It was a cold, brisk morning. The sound of the sea on the sand accompanied his silent loneliness. He felt... empty. That was normal these days, day in and day out, Dream would be by. He was his friend, he protected him, his only friend. Dream had said that no one cared for him anymore, that had to be true... right?

Tommy closed his eyes as he sat in the sand. His stomach growled, but he didn't have any food to eat. He had to wait until Dream came to see him. He glanced out to the sea, watching the sun rise slowly. "Maybe... I'll be productive today." He murmured to himself. But the thought of Dream burning his things made his stomach churn with nausea. The brief thought of running away to Techno and Philza's home in the tundra came to mind. But he didn't want to upset Dream. Behind him, there was a rustle in the forest, causing him to turn to the forest line.

"...Hello...?" He asked timidly, his wings bristling with anxiousness.