DSMP oneshots

After The War

Tommy sighed, trying to avoid the droplets of water coming from the stone above him.

Having their base of operations in a ravine seemed like a good idea, but then whenever it rains, he has to deal with this shit. And everyone is either out doing their own shit or is passed out, so he was essentially alone.

He sighed, feeling the blue fabric of his revolutionary jacket under his fingers. It was tattered and dirty now, but he didn't want to abandon it, not yet. Not as easily as Wilbur did.

He spent the better part of his childhood fighting for that country, and he'll be damned if he abandoned it just like that.

"God, I haven't seen that coat in forever."

Tommy looked up to see...himself? He looked...older. Tattered and burned and exhausted and hurt.

His hair was longer and dirtier, and had a barely noticeable white streak. His eyes seemed...darker...and his face was littered with cuts, bruises, and scars. He wore his usual red-and-white tee and khakis, but they were also torn and dirty. He also had a forest green scarf around his neck that has certainly seen better days.

"Who...who are you...?" Tommy asked, as stupid as the question may seem.

The...man...? The man chuckled darkly as he sat across from Tommy. "What, don't recognize your own face?"

Tommy blinked. "Wait...you're me? Like, from the future?"

Older Tommy shrugged. "Guess so. You're—I'm—fifteen, right?"

Tommy nodded stupidly.

Older Tommy laughed with no real humor. "'Course. Alright, I guess I should talk to you about the future."

"Do we win L'manburg back?" Tommy asked immediately.

Older Tommy smiled sadly. "Yes. Yes we do."

"Poggers!" Tommy exclaimed happily. "Ooh, do I have hundreds of wives when I'm older!? Wait, how old are you—am I?"

Older Tommy chuckled. "Right now? I'm seventeen. Also, sadly, I don't. But, I do have a spider son named Shroud!"

Tommy grimaced. "Was I really that desperate enough to fuck a spider...?"

Older Tommy laughed—really laughed—his cheeks a shade of red. "What the fuck—no! No, I adopted him!"

"Just needed to make sure." Tommy shrugged. "I mean, Wilbur fucked a salmon. Who's to say I wouldn't fall under the same path?"

Older Tommy blinked before shaking his head. "Um, anyway, I do want to let you know some things..." he sighed, "One, things are gonna get harder from here. You'll meet some of the best people in your life, but you'll also get hurt in more ways than one, sometimes by the same people you called your family. Two, even after all the shit you'll endure, things will get better, at least for a while. There will be a time of mostly peace, where we won, seemingly. Your heart will slowly mend after getting broke hundreds of times by the ones you trusted most."

Tommy was quiet for several moments, taking in the information. "Will me and Tubbo still be best friends?"

Older Tommy was quiet for a moment, thinking over his words. "There will be hard times between you two, starting from the moment you win L'manburg back. But, at the end of the day, you two will always find a way back to each other."

"And what about Tubbo?" Tommy asked, innocently. "What will he do by the time we're seventeen?"

Older Tommy smiled softly. "More accomplishments than us, actually. He'll be the president of a nation, make hard decisions that he'll regret, found another nation, get married, adopt a kid, and so much more." He sighed. "All before his eighteenth birthday."

"Damn..." Tommy whispered. "And he dealt with all of this alone...?"

Older Tommy just smiled as he stood up. "I think I should go...oh, and Young Me?" Tommy looked up at his own stormy-grey eyes.  "Good luck on the Manberg vs Pogtopia war, tomorrow. Just...don't be angry with Philza."

And with that, he was gone.

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Song "After The War" by Reinary inspired this oneshot. Well, that, and I also remember seeing a Tumblr post saying something about a future version of a character saying good stuff about the future instead of bad stuff. Which, is kinda hard with the shit show that is Tommy's lore, but yeah, I tried.

Hopefully it's legible. Still very sick and very tired and delirious, so...