Prologue

((12 years ago) Tommy's 5)

Tommy was walking home from Uncle Phil's house exhausted, he was sparring with Techno when Phil said he'd better head home.

As he grew nearer, he noticed his house had an eerie feeling weighing down on him. He quickened his pace, fearing the worst. By the time he was bursting through the door, his breaths were coming short.

"Mom? Dad?" Tommy called.

Silence welcomed him. He ran to the living room, they weren't there.

Their bedroom, nothing.

Bathroom, nowhere to be found.

Tommy's questions turned to pleading. "Dad?"

No answer.

"Mom?"

Nothing.

Tommy walked to the kitchen.

There they were, dead. Their eyes were so lifeless and dull, blood was spilled on the floor, staining the white tile. A gun was gripped in his mom's hand. She was slumped on a chair while his dad lay on the ground. He ran towards them, hoping he could save them. The blood was thick on his hands as he gripped his dad's head, the color the darkest red Tommy had ever seen. It started to stain his clothes as he shook his dad violently. He only lulled with the movement. He put two fingers to his dad's neck-- he didn't know how it was supposed to help, or what it did, but he saw it in the movies so he did it. Eventually Tommy gave up and moved to his mom. He gazed deeply into her eyes, looking for any sign of life, there was none. They were dead, he couldn't save them.

Tommy crumpled to the ground coming together, sobbing. The black liquid soaked into his clothes, making him cringe at the feeling, but he didn't care anymore. What was there to life anymore?

Tommy didn't notice, but at one point he was clutching his shirt and his hands were white from their grip on each other.

Once his mind cleared, he thought about calling Phil and tried to remember the number.

He decided on one of them, and plugged it into the telephone. It felt like forever once they answered, but he knew it was only a few seconds. "Hello?"

"P-phil?" Tommy stuttered.

"Who?"

He hangs up and tries another.

They answer almost immediately.

"Hello?" This was Phil. Tommy breathed out shakily, keeping the sobbing down.

"Hey Toms, what's wrong?" Phil asked in a softer voice.

Tommy debated on how to tell Phil what happened, he didn't really know what happened himself, so he just replied with, "P-please come, qui- quickly." He hiccuped.

"Okay, I'm coming, just wait there, okay?"

"Okay." Once Phil hung up, Tommy started crying again, he cried until he couldn't breathe. He then mindlessly walked to the bathroom sink and washed the blood off himself.

Frantic knocking came to the door and then someone burst through the doors. Phil quickly found me and figured out the situation. He wrapped his wings around Tommy, they felt like clouds.

"It's okay, Tommy. I'm here." Phil cooed. He rubbed soothing circles through his back, and it released a bit. "I need to call a friend real quick, okay?"

Tommy just nodded as Phil's warmth left him, leaving him alone.

A few agonizing minutes passed and the guys in black suits from the movies came rushing into the house. One with dark green hair and a gold chestplate came to greet Phil. They talked in hushed voices, and after they were done, Phil brought me outside.

The sun had already set and Tommy could hear howling in the distance. He hated the dark, anything could be right there, out of his vision. Tommy whimpered and huddled close to Phil, who kept telling him everything was going to be okay. Tommy knew it wasn't okay the second he saw the men in black. Whenever they come, things are wrong.

Phil asked for them to go to his house for the night, Tommy nodded. The flight took at least 5 minutes, and once they got to Phil's house, Techno and Wil were staring at him from inside the window.

As Tommy entered, he heard Wil muttering something about how bloody his clothes were, Phil just rushed Tommy away, ignoring them.

Phil gave him a warm bath and clean pajamas that he guessed were Wil's, Techno would never forgive Phil if he let Tommy use his PJ's.

He slept with Wilbur on the bottom of their bunk bed while Techno was sleeping on the couch, insisting that Tommy would only keep him up. He fell asleep instantly, forgetting what happened previously that day, until his dream started.

Tommy was floating in a black abyss, his mom was 10 feet away, her lifeless eyes staring at him. A shot in the head killed her, suicide. Blood stained her right side, where the bullet entered her head, the blood was still wet and oozing down her side. As he blinked, the corpse was replaced with another. He had a bullet to his chest, murder. Blood was still gushing out of the wound. His eyes never blinked, staring at Tommy, it pierced his soul, sending shivers down Tommy's spine. "Why weren't you there for us?" He spoke.

"What?"

"Why didn't you save me, us?" The dying father boomed.

I couldn't- you were already gone-" Tommy tried.

"No, Thomas. We were never gone. You didn't save us."

"You were dead when I came home-"

"You should've come sooner." Tommy's dad said.

"But-"

"No, you could've saved us, and you didn't. Now you shall have the same fate."

Gravity took him down to the bottomless pit. He screamed out for help, but no one would answer. Tears streamed down his face, the sobbing echoing throughout the abyss, but he was alone.

He noticed something. It was the ground or the so-called bottomless pit, growing nearer and nearer. He fell face down on the blinding white below him and stood up despite the pain surging through his body. Once his eyes adjusted to the light, he saw Techno towering above him, holding an axe to his throat.

There were things different with him. He had a blood red cape. Techno's eyes were black crossing white. The look he gave Tommy was inhumane, insane. This wasn't the Techno he knew, this was a monster.

Just as Techno was about to strike, Tommy raised his arm to shield himself. Instead of slitting Tommy's throat, Techno got his arm at full force.

Tommy screamed out in pain, gripping his arm with the other.

Techno didn't wait for his brother to recover, he just went for his chest, a final blow.

Tommy screamed out as his vision darkened.