Good god, he just wanted to go home to his son tonight.

He came home to an eerily quiet house. Shroud had never been this quiet. After all, he took after his father in his early days; loud, nosey and hotheaded. He began to feel uneasy at the absence of it. "Shroud?" After about an hour of searching and searching, there was no sign. Tommy sent a general message to everyone, telling them that his son was missing. He wasn't in his house, where Ranboo and Tubbo always dropped him off.

No one ever believed him. He was told off by many in the chat, no one believing him. They told him he probably killed his own son. They all sent "L" to him in private chats as well. He spiraled down his mental rabbit hole quickly. He saw the room spin, his legs give out and he start screaming. It took a while to at least manage to stop crying.

About 30 minuets later, Tommy smelled something foul now. He thinks he saw a flash of Lime near his basement just now. Was that Dream, or his paranoia? He walked to the basement. The smell is fouler. He makes it to the bottom. His son is there, decapitated, with a sign above his head that simply said ":)". No one ever believes him. He screams until his voice gives out, and sets off to find Dream. He never alerted the chat, no need. After all, how would the sheep in wolves clothing get anyones help?

He digs a hole in his front yard and lays his son in it. As he covers his son up with moist soil, Tommy lays in flowers of all kinds. After the hole is filled with his dead son, dirt and flowers, Tommy places a Dark Oak sign that said, "Here lies Shroud Minecraft Innit. May his innocent and pure soul rest easy." He begins to walk off, removing itsms from his inventory as he went. He's leading a trail and yet preparing all the while. He intends on only keeping a sword.

He is almost to L'manburg's ruins. He feels a pooling dread. "No one ever believes me," he puts in chat, as if to mark this moment. "Good thing I don't even believe myself." He feels his wrist start vibrating from the amount of messages in his coms, as well as the buzzing of phone calls in his pocket. He takes the com and phone off right before his enterance into L'manburgian Ruins. It feels wrong to have his presence know there. He feels that presence. That god awful presence of his. The presence of of the one who slaughtered his brothers and son. He knows he's there. He wasn't fast enough to save his family. He was always, ALWAYS too slow.

Tommy makes it to the L'manburg Hole. Although covered, it still makes Tommy feel as if he's falling. He's half way across the crater when he hears someone else on the glass. He draws his sword but doesn't turn around. "Dream," Tommy starts, voice wavering yet mournful, "Why must you always take things from others? You could've just taken me. No one would've suffered this way."

"Oh silly, silly Tommy. I just wanted to see you and the great Philza Minecraft suffer :)"

There's only a moments time between the words leave Dreams mouth and Tommy's head leaves his body. After being decaptiated, Dream sets 1 singular stick of tnt on Tommy, walking off a few steps, and lighting it up with a flaming arrow, which then embedded into Tommy's back.

Niki found Tommy's dead body about 2 hours after the funeral ends. The sign at Tommy's dead body read "You never believed him :)" Niki screams at the top of her lungs at the mutilated sight, and realizes they've all been wrong. Wrong as can be for so long. She runs off, messages the chat the coordinates, and says, "It wasn't Tommy's fault. It was Dream. And now he got to Tommy too."

At this time, Ranboo had been consoling a broken Philza. Losing 2 sons in 1 month was torturous in the man, his heart and soul beyond shattered. Suddenly, their wrists light up with notifications. They read their coms at the same time as Tubbo walked in with some sandwiches and tea, Michael following close behind. Tubbo saw the two men frozen, staring at their coms. "What's going on?" Tubbo asked, trying to figure out their weird behavior. Ranboo turns to Tubbo and says, "We need to get to Tommy's house. Now." As Ranboo rushes to find his coat and Tubbo puts down the platter, Philza speaks up. "If they found Tommy dead, mutilated like that, at the L'manburg Hole… then I doubt Shrouds still alive." Michael, poor, sweet Michael, hugged Philza and said, "It'll be okay, Mr. Philza. Where's Uncle Tommy? And cousin Shroud?" That was the last straw for Phil. He combusted into tears immediately. He lost all 3 sons and a grandson within the span of 3 months. And the worst part? The person who experienced it all was the one no one listened to. Philza felt the pain of heartache. Betrayal. Regret. Fear.

All because they never listened.