Chapter 22: Bonus chapter: You Are My Gift

A/N: I have been crazy busy lately, but this story has been popping off, though I give it a bonus chapter :)

This chapter only gonna make sense if you picked Tommy ❤️ (the canon ending)

(This chapter hadn't been edited, there will be grammar mistakes)

Also, I have been thinking about writing a sequel?? (No promises tho)

Maybe that could happen next year? 💃

🎄Merry Christmas and happy holidays, y'all!🎄

Tommy POV:

Christmas. One of the most beloved holidays in the world. Last Christmas we ended up skipping because of all the drama (trauma) with Dream. This year is going to be different! Everyone in the SMP had decided to hold a secret Santa.

So that is where we all were. In the middle of the community house. People I haven't seen in what felt like years had gathered around us.

[Name] had collected everyone's name in her witch hat.

"Alright, everyone will pull a name from the hat! That's who you're getting a gift for. Oh, and no telling!"

"She means you, Tubbo!" I said as I elbowed my best friend.

Everyone laughed at our interaction. It was nice seeing everyone smile again... their smiles were nothing like his mask.

"Toms? It's your turn." Mum said as she held her hat in front of me.

I pulled a slip of paper from the hat. She went on to the next person.

[Name].

Fuck. What do you get someone who can control magic? She has everything she could ever want.

"Bossman?"

"Oh! Hey Tubbo!" I cling my paper to my chest. I couldn't let Tubbo know who I had. He would tell [Name] for sure.

"So who did you get?" The boy jumped up happily. He already forgot the one rule of the exchange.

I shook my head and sighed. "Tubbo, the whole point of secret Santa is to keep it a secret!"

"Beside... What if I got you? You would want to spoil the surprise."

"Fair," Tubbo said with a grin before bouncing off towards Ranboo. Mostly going to bug him about whom he got.

Those two look great together... it hurts... that I'm not his best friend anymore... Not that I have something against Ranboo, we're friends ourselves.

I should stop thinking about those two. They might get me married, but that doesn't mean they leave me behind, besides I already had my whole jealous arc.

I should focus on getting mum the best gift. She loves F/C and witchcraft... the problem is that she has everything she could ever want.

I guess I could just get her some supplies for potions, but that's so basic. I want her to be able to have this gift forever, especially when I'm not around.

Maybe someone else will know what I could get her. I guess the best people to ask are my best buddies, Tubbo and Ranboo!

I looked around for my two friends. Only not to see either of them. Actually, everyone had left, mostly going to go find their gift for their secret person.

Of course, they already left!

"Fuck."

"Language!" Bad yelled from the prime path.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

"Dad, I wouldn't bother with language!" Sapnap said between laughter.

Four males walked on the prime path that led toward the prison, and Bad's house.

Wait! I could ask those three! The three are Karl, Sapnap and Quackity of course.

I pulled myself over to the small group of four. Stand there quietly.

"I'll see you late, sappy nappy." Bad squeeze Sapnap's cheeks. When I thought about how embarrassing it would be if [Name] did that to me in front of my friends, I died a little inside.

"Big Q! Can I ask you guys a question?" I asked. Karl looked over at me. He was hanging off of Big Q's arm.

"Sure. But make it quick."

Karl pulled on Sapnap's arm, locking all three of them together.

"Actually, it's a question for all three of you... what do you get someone who has everything?"

"A book! You can never have too many!"

"You can and you do!" Sapnap laughed.

"Diamonds? Give 'em money."

"That's so basic! I want to make her so happy that she cries!"

"That sounds kind of messed up." Sapnap stared at me.

"It's just that she has done so much for me! She took me under her wing and gave me a home... I don't expect you to get it..."

I turned away from them all. None of them grew up war after war as a child, nor were they exiled by their best friend and abused by a green bastard.

Well, they were no help at all. On to the original plan, then!

I begin to make my way to the snowy landscape of Snowchester. The great Dream SMP wasn't known for snow around December, actually, the season didn't change the weather or temperatures of the biomes. If it rains in Las Nevadas, it would snow well in Snowchester.

Green grass soon turned to white, fluffy snow. A small town with a huge mansion beside it.

I thought it was over–killed to have that big of a house, I was fine living in the dirt until moving in with Mum. I walked into the mansion, not bothering to knock, the door was always almost unlocked. It smelled of pine cones.

"Mommy!" A little zombified piglin ran up to me, forcing me into a hug.

"It's Tommy!" I picked the small child off of the floor and into my arms.

Footsteps echo behind him. Tubbo came rushing out a door, head to toe covered in dirt.

"Michael— Tommy? What are you doing here?" Tubbo asked me. He seemed out of breath.

"What? I can't visit my bestie?"

"Usually when you come by, you want something," Ranboo added in. I hadn't even noticed he was behind Tubbo.

"You caught me!" I wanted to put my hands in the air, but I was still holding my nephew.

"Honestly, though, I was just hoping you guys could give me some gift ideas."

"Ooo who for?"

"I can't tell," I said as I sat Michael down. He jumped and ran up the stairs, most likely going to play with his toys.

"Maybe get them a mug? Orr a pair of socks?" Ranboo suggested.

"Boo, I love you, but those gifts suck ass. Especially if you're close to this person."

"Well, what would you suggest?"

"Something they would have a hard time getting. Like a nuke! I have plenty if you—"

"Thanks for the suggestions you two... I'll have to think about the whole bomb thing. I'll see you guys later."

I waved and left their house. Not only that, but I let out a sigh.

"Whelp, that wasn't any help..."

I walked along the prime path. Gosh, this thing has so many memories...

An arrow to the chest.

Blood vines taking over the mind.

Okay, perhaps there weren't a lot of good things surrounding the wooden path, now that I think about it.

"Ow!" I shouted as I made contact with a brick wall. I open my eyes to see black stone walls in front of me.

Dream.

He might know... he is her brother...

But he's also a fucking asshole.

Against my better judgment, I make my way through the portal. My guts twist from the purple hellhole.

For Mum. I'll ask and then leave. I'm only here for information.

Just information...

Not closure.

———

The trip on the way to Dream's cell was hell. Like all my fears came crawling back to me from the scorching lava to the actual black stone.

"I'm sending you over. Don't do anything stupid." Sam said as he flicked the lever, moving the conveyor towards Dream.

I step off the sideways elevator. Obsidian cried purple tears. The place was depressing.

"Dream."

"Tommy! Finally, you're here! It's been a while! I missed you!"

Dream was always obsessed with me after finding out I wasn't scared of his skills, but now, he seems genuinely happy to see me.

I can't blame him on that part, no one visits the fucker. After all the shit he did, he doesn't deserve to be forgiven. If he wasn't chained to the wall, I definitely wouldn't ever visit him.

"Shut it. I'm here for information and that's it."

"Oh?"

"About, well, about [Name]. If you were to get her a gift, what would you get her?" I could feel my cheeks heat up. This is so fucking embarrassing, asking my enemy for help.

Dream just stared at me before he burst into laughter.

"Fuck you! Fuck you!" I yelled. "Sam, bring me back!"

That was even more wasteful, man, fuck him.

"A gift for [Name]? Why not make her something? That way, it is one of a kind." Sam proposed. Dream's laugh could still be heard from the other side of the bridge, I tried to block it out.

"Wow, that's a good idea. Thanks big S!"

"Don't call me that."

~ Two Weeks later ~

"Tommy! Lunch is ready!"

Christmas Eve is the day we have to give our gifts! And I still don't have anything for [Name]. Do I show up empty-handed? With nothing at all to show how much I appreciate her?

I sighed and eyed the paper.

This might not be the best thing ever, but it's all I got!

I ran down the stairs, and fresh vegetable soup filled my nostrils.

"Hey."

I slide a music disk into the junk box.

"I have something to say..."

I pulled out my lyrics, reading each one to the tune of the disk. Mum sat there, wrinkles covering her forehead as her eyebrows raised.

"You saw the best there was in me

Lifted me up when I couldn't reach

You gave me faith 'because you believed

I'm everything I am

Because you loved me"

[Name]'s cheeks were dripping with tears. She ran to me, embracing me tightly.

"Tommy! That was amazing!" She clapped. "I never heard you sing, why now?"

She let me out of the hug, giving me a chance to breathe.

"I'm your secret Santa! I thought writing you a song would be a good gift... it fine if you hate it."

"No! Never. This is perfect. Remember the time we played two truths and a lie?"

"Um, yeah... why bring that up now?"

Our silly little game was ages ago. If I remember correctly, it was just days after I met her.

"Well, I was also your secret Santa... and I decided to give you something from everyone!"

"I— what?"

[Name] handed me a wrapped box.

I gently unwrapped it and lifted the lid of the box.

"Paper?"

"Read it, honey." Mum simply smiled.

I picked one from the pile of paper, each one was a different, different colour and different texture.

I unfolded a camo green piece first.

𝘛𝘰 𝘛𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘺 𝘋𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘐𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘵,

𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘩𝘶𝘩? 𝘛𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘺, 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘔𝘗 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥.

Upon reading the first few paragraphs, I skipped to the bottom, knowing full well that I would be in tears crying on the floor from all the sweet words. I couldn't let mum see me like that... not now.

𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘴 𝘛𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘵,

𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘚𝘢𝘮.

My heart melted at the sight of each word I read.

"There's one from everyone... except him. Enough of that, though! Do you like it?"

I looked back in the box, and there was a letter that was both black and white, and another one that was pink and covered in roses.

"I—Mum—of course, I do!" I pushed all my weight into her, almost knocking us both down.

"Thank you so much! Merry Christmas Mum!"

"Merry Christmas, Toms!"