Death is an interesting topic alway has and if he's somehow alive after this always will. be it how people would imagine the personification of the death be it a male skeleton named the grim reapers with a scythe in one hand and the soul of a dragged body into hell in the other. something cold and cruel. though Tommy always thought that was plane cruel to whoever was incharge of death and the dead.  Did they simply dislike death for them taking whatever is theirs? is it really death that takes them? so many who speak cruelty of the one in charge of death die by the hands of others or sometimes their own foolishness or sadness or simply their own misfortune. they always assume death to be the bad one simply because it is death that they think that they don't know but why would death reveal more about who or what they are when they are viewed and spoken of with such venomous cruel and hateful, fearful tongue? 

death is truly the kind one for many taking those that life no longer wanted and those that no longer wanted life or the people with it.  many who are "lucky" enough in the stories all complain about how death was and others agree when in ever story death was a mercy (and also a female for the actually logical ones told by those who AREN'T misogynists) taking the mark of the revived a white streak and mobs running from them as a curse and not a blessing as a parting gift as they intrude and outstay their welcome or whatever the stupid saying was in life's domain. They always take the splitting of the soul as deaths doing of spirit and spector. not life making sure the ones that do return do not return as they were before so they at least return with some sort of entertaining show. ghosts are often thought to be the good ones but they are really what attached the person to those around them and life itself and what from life was attached to them by.  Morality is a social construct but so are fruits.

Well, tommy supposes that he will get the answer soon enough he had packed together blocks of dirt in hand and a hatred for his life guiding him. death really is the more merciful one for him here from what he knows. 

LIfe was never  truly kind to him and death tried to take him early and he thought he was lucky life kept him longer is what he thought when really despite what everyone says. 

he thinks he may have been luckier had death taken him in much earlier. before he could meet a man so fatherly around him and never to him. a man with pitch black wings and a green and white striped bucket hat and traditional japanese garb of a kimono. also green. the man's son someone who seemed brotherly but really he just knew but he just used a silver toungue oh so cleverly to get just what he wanted. course tommy fell for it. 

people seemed to always romanticize wilbur soot and tommy was the most guilty of it, tommy was human and painfully so. But he knows better-or believes he does be can never be sure wich one- fundy was the one that didn't and tommyinnit knew that in all the reality of it, wilbur soot was never fully "good". He at some point cared and that is the thing.

Despite what other believed; what TOMMY believed. Caring isn't always the good thing.

Caring is just and interest in something sometimes caring hurts as much as ignorance.

Another thing was wilbur soot was silver tongued from the start,  techno in quiet hushed conversation when he believed himself to be alone with his voices would call wilbur an icarus in the making. tommy wont say that was fully wrong but that wasn't the best way to describe him. at least not in Tommy's understanding.

in mythology he truly was a fox. that was what he could only compare him to.  for starters of one semi specific myth which was truly just a mish mash of several. foxes in greek stories were always silver tongued greedy and ready to trick and betray others for what they wanted even if impossible and possibly dooming. like a fox that rejected all the other grapes on a vine and only went for a particular bunch jumpin up and down for days on end before resolving to start and abandoned the grapes as they and the others had gone sour or something like that. and the other tale he remembers off the top of his head as he builds still only half way to the desired height. 

the other tales he remembers off the top of the head was off a fox and a sheep (or was it a goat? he doesn't know his head is starting to feel oddly... fuzzy...? ) the tale went something like this 

the fox was very thirsty on a hot day and came across a well, delirious from the heat he jumped right in and drank his fill of the water and soon realized he was stuck and so he waited and schemed for how he was going to get out sitting in the water after jumping had failed and the walls proved to smooth to clime with even the sharpest of claws, waiting to starve. 

then along came a goat ( or sheep... tommy can't seem to recall? wait no that's not right he's big man tommyinnit his brain is always clear the myth was just an ambiguous bitch!) either way the poor animal came along and so the fox spoke "ah with such a thick coat of wool you must be parched why don't you jump down and have a drink the water is pure and cool and a fresh spring stream!"  naturally the sheep (goat? ... he's almost at the top his mind should be clear there. ) was cautious " it looks dark down there and there seems to be no way up it would be foolish of me to come down." the fox desperate but also silver tongued was quick to reassure the goat (... sheep...?) "no no no, their are plenty of ways the shade just makes the water and nice spot all the better! why would I be up in the heat when I could be cool here? there is only room for one more and with such a good offer it would be foolish of you to ignore my offer and leave it to some other animal." and so the sheep .... goat...  went down to the well and with a splash and a hop the fox leapt out and before the sheep/goat or whatever was left trapped as the fox left and laughed and fled from the well revealing who was the tricker and who was the tricked. the story never told the other animals fate but it wasn't difficult to guess. The animal had to wait for someone to somehow help and take their place or pass and starve.  

death takes all into her mercy eventually even if they have immortality. 

she just takes them a different way. or takes their humanity. 

He thought of fundy the boy who's mother was a salmon and his father seemingly a human. though they both were foxy the father and son one just was more physically. It could be considered something mocking by the gods or just confirmation from the gods that the kid was wilburs. tommy doesn't know it wasn't his business to know at that time he only though his business was survive and face the world with tubbo. 

he felt the wind nipping at his skin wipe off and freeze his tears.  the turned solid sometimes not even an inch father from his face. 

it seemed oddly difficult to breath. 

he didn't notice thinking on tubbo 

the whole point of the country was independence and being separated from dream yet tubbo sacrificed him for peace he wasn't given leaving dream to tighten his coils. 

if wilbur soot was a fox then dreamwastaken was a snake.  constricting and venemes and often camouflaged and also associated with trickey, that and also green. 

Green makes him think of Phil makes him thing of crows the black feathered birds making him think more ok death. Before returning to tubbo who always wore a shirt he had gotten from his favorite actor and a public theatre. A Greek button up from the show south park or something. Tommy never found the show interesting only liked to go with tubbo.

he has more to say yet everything is being weird his head feels light... its somehow not feeling as cold in fact it is almost warm? and his head feels cloudy. 

he feels rather tired actually... 

a quick nap won't hurt quackity always talked about the important of sleep. he was always the responsible one despite how chaotic he used to be. or rather how.. nude. he used to run around nude except underwear. 

sometimes he wondered if that was just around the "children" of the server. 

he was always so smart... he got over looked so often... tommy still feels bad about that, he wasn't good but he didn't feel himself evil either. Tommy did Kno quackity was a kind man though.

Another thing thing that makes him feel bad is ranboo trying so hard for his first friend even throwing his chocolate eclair backbone in the freezer for a minute or two to try and stand up for him to take some of the blame, to save tommy.

of course if was pointless in the end for tommy but at least the half and half boy tried. 

with all of this in mind he laid down thoughts coming to a slow.

his eyes only half closed as he slowly froze looking to the sky clouds mist in his fingertips. 

that's how he was found.

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ranboo was for once having a somewhat good day he got tubbo to actually eat something for once AND take a nap! and with dream off server for some sort of business he forgot what it was in his excitement to talk to his first friend without interference. that or dream never said what the business was. 

come to think on it it was probably that dream never said what the business was.

either way he was having a great day and was excited to see tom-

"... tommy?" his voice he knows sounded quiet sad and honestly a little horrified but with the sight he came across can you really blame him?

it only took a ding on his communicator to confirm his fears at seeing his friend so high up and stiff.  Skin white and blue.

Tommyinnit suffocated 

words of mockery and confusion filled that chat thinking it meant he died by sand and something dumb enough he would simply respawn. he clearly wasn't crushed by sand. honestly some of the death messages made no sense with sand you were crushed before you lost air and suffocated indicates something covered your face asphyxiated was more fitting. of course these are all thoughts that would come on later.  right now though? he sent a photo of the tower sparing them the unwarranted dead body photo of tommy as the follow up message came across all communicators as the tone of the messages changed.

canon lives left: 0 

response was instant

or so thats what ranboo thinks and is told. he wouldn't know. he forgets what happens when he goes into ender walk. 

as his eyes turned a bright violet he let out a loud screech typically reserved by endermen for intense pain of the physical kind though they had none for mental which is what he needed it for it sounded off but the message was clear to any other endermen.

and the child president running to a nether portal closest to him at the moment  something about the message was off then the follow up one came and suddenly so did a ranboo with glowing violet eyes. 

"r-"

not a syllable in and suddenly he was grabbed and felt as though he was both burning and freezing suffocating and breathing in the cleanest air he had every breathed 

then suddenly he felt the warm breeze of a beach and the smell of the ocean in his nostrils and a terrifying sight for his eyes.

The feeling of nothing and everything at once and the feeling of complete and utter grief.

He didn't need the second communicator ping.  To confirm it he didn't need ranboo somehow teleporting and grabbing his friend or rather his friends body and apparently now him off the ground. He couldn't say when he fell to the ground with tears streaming down.

He stopped feeling for a bit barely noticing he was in ranboos arms who was sprinting as fast as he could which was the fastest speeds the dream smp has seen on feet happen gently holding tubbo and Tommy in his arms. Not through the nether though. 

Suddenly he was in the center of the artic and ranboo was gone only to appear a moment later with  Phil who would contact technoblade and Ghostbur both of whom showed up quickly after. Apparently everything was hazy after words with the entirety of the craft family both ex members honorary members and biological members fundy called and sprinting over sobbing too.

And tubbo called a meeting L'manburg.

No one talks about what happened and ranboo doesn't remember Much and tubbos is hazy at best. Though everyone knows the burial and body very well. No one talks to dream anymore no one has let him say a single word since the passing of the one they used as nothing more then their scapegoat and unwilling hero, when he was a victim too and a child at that. So was tubbo and ranboo and purpled. They realized but it made no sense it took a child dying to have them realize.  A child forever looking haunted and hollow skin a pale blue eyes half closed sad curled in the fetal position seeming so sad and tired. They held his burial and funeral in the tundra. Letting the cold preserve his body sure the warmer lands are where he lived most of his life but the tundra was where he was raised and where his body will now rest. The coffin was glass filled with frozen roses and flowers and many blankets everyone from L'manburg and others joined in soon the boys was completely covered in blankets except for his head even if that was the bit they didn't want to look at everyone donated a blanket.

Well technoblade gave a cape.

But they would never thaw the body because there was not body heat to trap in.

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A/N there is a girl who was got frozen alive so far she got thawed and have her heart restarted and was fine!  And dream cannot revive tommy from my understanding without the body or the ghost. And I don't think their is going to be a ghost with a death that can have the person revived with mortal means.

So that might be a fun story line later.