Author's note at the end. PLEASE READ IT! This is the last chapter, so happy reading!

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Waking up in a 14-year-olds body but actually being about 18 wasn't how Tommy thought his life would go. But, here he is anyways... Sitting in a therapy office's waiting room and seeking mental help after failing a suicide attempt and returning from the "psych ward" or whatever people decided to call his temporary vacation.

If you've missed a couple of chapters and are lost, no worries. So has Tommy. He did not get the memo that the universe simply did not want Tommy to die. Maybe we're afraid of his power... 

That's a joke. That wouldn't make sense. Tommy is the one freaked out here. How the hell does an adult just wake up 14?

It was weird having to grow up all over again. 

Phil was more distant. Wilbur was convinced he had a psychotic break or something. Technoblade... Well, it was awkward. 

Tubbo and him weren't as close as they were before...

Ranboo and Tommy weren't that close either. At this point, they hadn't run away and grown up together yet. They didn't really even know each other at this point.

It was hard looking at everyone. Not to mention the fact that he couldn't stand looking at Tubbo and Ranboo without breaking down or having to relive their heads getting severed from their bodies and a fleshy room sucking in the bodies to digest them...

Maybe he did have a psychotic break. 

Was he even human anymore?

What if he wasn't even alive?

Tommy pinched himself and flinched. Nope. Still real. He did it again. Phil flicked his hand away. "Stop it, you left a mark. Just be a little more patient, it's almost your turn." Tommy rolled his eyes and stared out the window. Fuck Phil.

He had so long to be a part of his life. He wasted that shot. And now that by some freak accident Tommy's forced to give everyone another chance. This was all bullshit.

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A warm and comforting presence greeted Tommy as he entered the therapy office. Must be her ability.

"Hi, Tommy! It's nice to see you again. What's going on today?" 

Puffy was nice. In his reality, she was Ranboo's therapist. Here, in this strange world, she was his. 

Puffy was a good person. You could tell just by being near her. She was easy to talk to and very comforting.

Though, Tommy still didn't feel like he could tell anyone that he wasn't really supposed to be there.

Somehow, someway... The idea felt implied. Tommy felt that she somehow got the idea.

Tommy ended up being diagnosed with depression and a couple of other things Tommy didn't care to listen to. PTSD was definitely on the list though. 

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Tommy silently ate his school lunch as he heard everyone talk around him.

At some point, Ranboo started sitting with him and his friends at lunch.

Ranboo seemed to be around a lot. 

Something about that didn't sit right with him. Ranboo seemed to act worried about this kid he'd never taken to before and like he genuinely wanted to talk to him. 

That wouldn't end well. 

Last time Tommy ruined his life. 

He lead him to his death.

No one should have to sacrifice themselves for the crazy suicidal kid, right? No one should want to.

But he did.

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"Do you hate me or something?" 

Tommy turned around and took out his earbuds.

He decided to walk home that day rather than ride the city's bus.

It had been about 3 months since he was forced into this timeline.

He had really hoped this would never happen. 

Maybe he was scared that he would hurt Ranboo again.

Maybe he knew that he would lead him to his death.

"I don't hate you, Ranboo," Tommy said very dryly, as if he'd been crying. "Then why do you avoid me so much?" 

Tommy studied the enderman for a moment. Why the fuck did he act like it bothered him that much? 

"Why do you care? You don't even know me." Ranboo shrugged. "You're my friend's friend. You act like a personally hurt you! I just want to know what your deal is!"

Tommy laughed. "I don't hate you, Ranboo. I'm just going through personal shit. Don't worry about it." 

Ranboo looked guilty. Or... Maybe he just felt bad for him. Ranboo ran over to him. "Want to talk about it? I don't mind lending an ear." 

Tommy shook his head. "I don't even know you," he lied. "I don't want to burden you with stupid shit." Ranboo shook his head. "It wouldn't be a burden. I don't mind."

Tommy smiled weakly as he walked home with Ranboom

Maybe the universe wasn't that cruel.

It might take away everyone he'd ever cared about or cared about him and force him to relive four years' worth of trauma, but it would still draw the people worth it to him regardless.

It was nice having people who care about you around.

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Tommy was now "16"

It took him two years to find it.

It wasn't in the same place as when he first found it.

Tommy neared the egg. 

Tommy could just feel the thing just radiate evil.

It was small enough to be the size of his hands and had been placed on a pedestal for a tourist's enjoyment.

Tommy grabbed the egg and though it to the ground and shattered it underneath his foot.

Tommy muttered a cuss at it under his breath as he wiped away the tears that threatened to fall.

"Never again."

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Phil didn't age to be a complete dirtbag. By the time Tommy hit "18" he had adopted Tubbo. 

It was weird. In a different world, the two ran away together and had been illegally named brothers.

And now it was the real thing.

Ranboo ended up being taken in by a nice couple who took good care of him. He didn't move away and actually ended up graduating with Tubbo and Tommy.

It was nice that Tommy ended up somewhat close with Ranboo and Tubbo again.

Though they could never be as close as they were before.

Tubbo left their hometown for a much nicer city a bit further away for college. He went into the computer field. Meanwhile, Ranboo and Tommy ended up at a college even further away for the professional hero field.

They got to live life as if everything was normal.

But Tommy-

Tommy could never forget. 

As if he was somehow chained to a stranger's existence.

As if the universe would never let him catch a break.

As if the universe would never let this imposter achieve inner peace.

Tommy wasn't allowed to forget.

And some where deep inside him he knew he would never be free.

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Author's Note:

Thank you to everyone who's been keeping up with this fanfic. Don't worry though. This will not be my last fanfiction. In fact... What would you think of a sequel??