#wouldnt have expected dsmp lore in the year of our lord 2024 but when it comes knocking i gotta write something

[greedwritesstorys]

conversations in the tundra - dsmp short

tommy didn't remember everything between then and now. one moment the nukes were falling, the next him and jack were standing outside techno's house talking about happiness. he'd lived a whole life between those moments.

maybe there never was any nukes, maybe there isn't anything at all right now. maybe each moment was a dream of its own and he's somewhere else entirely. it didn't really matter. tommy was sure he could spend an eternity worrying about what was reality, but it wouldn't make a difference. the story was over, that much was clear, it had ended some time ago, when phil and techno and niki and ranboo had all left and there was nothing else to be said. no narrative left to weave peoples lives into whatever strange mesh it wanted. he remembered now his friend the honey bee farmer. tubbo, he was still somewhere.

did he have the same thoughts, was he left wondering what choices and actions led to this moment now. maybe. tommy doubted he'd get the chance to ask.

because for this moment, all of a sudden, he realised he felt like he was connected to it all still. like there was a story being told somewhere. like history was watching again, reminding him that things aren't forgotten because they fade a little. time might be relentless in turning everything to dust, in ensuring that "this too shall pass." but times power is equalled by our memory. nothing can truly die if it is remembered.

"are you happy? i guess that's all i'd care to know"

the answer came quickly, he'd been thinking about this too, for so long.

"getting there."

it was cold out, i mean, it was a tundra, of course it was cold out, why would anyone chose to live here of all places. maybe jack was on to something, a rundown casino might still be warmer than this.

did he miss the people they were back then? was it just that back then, back with the story was strong and the world alive, that he too felt alive, connected to everything. and if that was the case, was the only way to keep feeling like that to keep going, to keep that mess of fighting and betraying and anger rolling just so that the story didn't end. and if that were the case... was the only ending one where everything blew up...

tommy hated that idea, why should he have to die a hero or become a villain. why shouldn't this be as real as everything else was.

jack had left now, back to gambling or whatever, he seemed alright.

tommy felt that feeling fading again, the eyes were off him, no one watching. things were peaceful out here. the world was quiet here once more. he turned back to whatever it was he was doing before jack appeared. he didn't have all the answers to his questions, maybe he would find them in time, maybe he wouldn't.

somewhere far out in the wilderness, kingdoms were being toppled.

somewhere far into the future, lost citys were being discovered.

somewhere far from anything he could understand, green gods and winged men waited in a void.

all these stories are happening at once, because there are people out there still living them now.

"yeah" tommy thought to himself.

"i'm going to get there soon."