The silence was almost deafening, besides for the occasional cricket chirps. Fireflies flitted around the evening sky aimlessly. Tommy sat, outside of Logstedshire, his makeshift home. The foreign area around him gave him a sense of unease. Oh, how he wished to return to L’manburg, his proper home. However, he knew if he did go back, he’d only see hatred in the eyes of his former friends.

Or, that’s what he believed. He had no way of fully knowing if that was the truth. Those were only the words that came out of Dream’s mouth, and Dream wasn’t exactly the most trustworthy of fellows.

Tommy looked up at the sky, the pale moonlight illuminating his skin and revealing his disheveled appearance. His messy blond hair flowed in the wind. All of a sudden, he heard rustling in the nearby bushes. Was it Dream? No, he only came in the morning. Ghostbur, maybe?

He had no weapons, due to the fact that Dream forced him to burn all of his supplies every day, just so he wouldn’t progress any further. Tommy tensed up, preparing for a possible fight…

Only to see you pop out of the long grass. You, his best friend. How had you even found him, out here in the wilderness, miles away from L’manburg? If he was being honest, he didn’t give a damn about those questions in the moment. He was just glad to see your face again.

“….{{user}}?”