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Tommy was tired. He was tired of people betraying him, tired of people pretending to care and then leaving after he wasn’t “useful” anymore.
He was tired of being labeled as an annoying kid when he was older than all of them.
He was sick of being called immature and selfish, when he had grown up too early despite his immortality, when he had given more in his lifetime than they would even know.
They called him weak, when he was stronger than they could ever be.
They paraded around as fake gods when they couldn’t even recognize the deity in front of them.
They destroyed his home in sacrifice for him.
Tommy was sick and tired of it all.
The gods said he was too hard on mortals. So he came down to Earth to see what was so good about it? Well he saw. It was absolute shit.
Sure at the beginning it was nice, he was loved, he found a family, he found friends, but then it turned to shit. That's what mortals do. They turn something beautiful into a wasteland. They destroy a place full of love and reduce it to bedrock. They take and take and never stop.
He tried to get through it. He thought it would get better. But it didn’t. It got worse and worse. So he finally snapped.
“Is this what you wanted, Techno? Do you think your god would be proud of this?” Tommy questioned the man as he stood on the obsidian grid, burning his home to the ground.
“You know nothing of the Blood God. ” Techno said, monotone as always,
“I know more about him than you do.” Tommy said with a sadistic chuckle, “You’ve killed countless people. You’ve spilled so much blood.” At this point the fighting had stopped and all eyes were on Tommy and Techno. “ Have you ever thought that blood is sacred to the Blood God?”
“I don’t need to explain the Blood God’s morals to you, when you don’t have any morals at all. The Blood God has gifted me voices, to assure me”
“You think the voices are a gift? Oh no Technoblade. They are a curse. They are the echoes of all your victims suffering in your head for all eternity. You say I do not understand the Blood Gods morals, but quite the contrary. Our morals are the same” Tommy started to glow
“I would say look away if you want to live, but none of you deserve it” Tommy said with a smirk.
With a blinding flash everyone fell to the ground and spirits were sent to limbo, no respawn, no nothing.
There was a slow clap.
As Tommy turned around he saw XD, God of the Server and End, in all his glory.
“What do you want XD” Tommy said,
“You just killed a heap ton of mortals. Great way of showing you understand them” XD drawled, Prime, Tommy couldn’t stand him.
“I do understand mortals XD. Mortals fucking suck.”
“You know none of the Gods are very happy with you right now”
“You think I fucking care? They’ll forget about it in a century anyway. Now take me back.”
“As you wish”
As they landed in the heavens, Drista appeared next to him. “Hey Tommy what's it like killing dozens of mortals in one go? '' She said with a snicker.
“Fuck off Drista, I’m not in the mood.” Tommy said, storming off.
“Jeez, what's got him so mad?” Drista said, looking up at XD.
“Looks like Toms got attached, and hurt.” XD responded, his voice showing no emotions, like normal.
“Wasn’t the whole point of sending him down there to, you know, show him that mortals are good?”
“It was more of an experiment for us actually.” XD said with a sigh, “If the Blood God could be loved and accepted by mortals, it would show they were worth getting attached too. Saves the rest of us from being hurt”
“What so, you just let him get hurt for your own gain?” Drista said, disgusted.
“You’ll understand when you're older. Besides, Tommy will get over it soon.”
“Fuck you, I’m almost 4 centuries old, and Tommy didn’t deserve that.”
XD sighed. There was no point arguing with Drista over this. Tommy would get over it and be fine, right?