Where Tommys ghost while he was dead

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He glanced down, his eyes meeting the silhouette of what once was his normal human hands. Instead of being met with fleshy pale skin, he saw a transparent layer that looked like skin, but didn't quite feel like such. He allowed his gaze to drift away from the odd, grey colored, ghost skin. Instead they landed on something else, his surroundings.

Wherever he was, it sure as hell wasn't pretty. There were small fires everywhere, clinging to wooden buildings and dead trees. There were some TNT holes in the ground, something definitely blew up. Looking over where the buildings were, past the sand, he noticed that he was on what seems to be an island. Great. A ghost, someone who can't exactly touch water, stuck on an island. He would take ??? 's abuse over this hell anyways.

Wait.

How did he know about him melting in water?
Who's abusing him?

He shrugged, taking a step forward to focus on something different. Such as learning what the name of the shit hole was. A voice at the back of his head nagged him as the name 'logdeshire' came to mind. An odd name for such an odd land.

"Logdeshire.." He mumbled, speaking the weird name out loud. It felt familiar, but it also tasted like dirt on his tongue. Did he used to live here? Maybe. He didn't notice he was still walking until he almost tripped over something. He regained his balance and paused for a moment, taking his time to look down at the object that almost caused him to fall.

A compass? He shrugged and bent down to pick it up. Observing the object in his ghostly hand, he began to notice the smaller details on it. The top glass was shattered but the arrows were still working. There were engravings all over the top, written in a language he couldn't fully understand.

ℸ ̣ 𝙹  ℸ ̣ 𝙹ᒲᒲ||,  ⎓∷𝙹ᒲ  ||𝙹⚍∷  ʖ╎⊣  ʖ∷𝙹ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ∷. ╎  ꖎ𝙹⍊ᒷ  ||𝙹⚍

He flipped it over, looking at the engravings on the back. They were damaged, scratched up and dented in, though they were just slightly well enough to be understood.

||𝙹⚍∷  ℸ ̣ ⚍ʖʖ𝙹

Under it, a translation.

"Your Tubbo.." He murmured. Tubbo? That name sounded familiar, very familiar. It was sweet, like honey on his tongue, though the after taste felt a bit like venom. It made his throat dry and his lungs shrivel. Good thing he was already dead though. He shrugged, pocketing the damaged compass. Maybe he could return it to this 'Tubbo', the thing looked valuable, hes sure the mystery Tubbo would like to have it back.

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i was gonna add more to this but I lost motivation partially way through. So uh, yay? When i get to it, I may make a part 2. Aka just add to it. er, enjoy

finished & published feb 11 14:39

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