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Tommy Craft, youngest child to the famed Philza Minecraft, was raised within war. Raised to fight, raised to kill, raised to revolt. As such, “childish antics” were war crimes that pushed boundaries between friends and enemies. To be young, to not realize what was happening right before his very eyes- broken bonds and shattered memories of days long since past- how he wished he could be young inside and out, and not feel a decade older than he was; to not feel the pressing weight of abandonment on his shoulders day in and day out. Disappointed gazes- Techno, Phil, Tubbo, Wilbur- pressing into his back every. Single. D a y. Exile, he figured, wouldn’t have been too bad had Dream not shown up to belittle him everyday, forcing him to burn his valuables, lest he get a sword punctured through his chest. However, two months in, he’s had enough. No more shall he lay, wasting away, as Dream hounds him day after day with insults and demeaning remarks. No longer shall he stir in his anger when he can actually do something. It’s time that “Tommyinnit” is laid to rest amongst the carcass of fire and ash, and a new form take his place. It’s time to be reborn.

Tubbo stayed silent for a second before making eye contact with the swearing boy, who was looking up at him in shock. ‘He can be my newest personal servant.’ --- Tommy's a thief? Pog! Tubbo's a Prince? Pog! Tommy is just a thief, working to help him and his brother survive in this harsh, harsh world when he is taken to King Schlatt and Prince Tubbo to pay for his crimes. But Tubbo takes pity on the boy. Find out how ;D Also, I have tried to include every person from the dream smp (their characters!) in this fanfiction so... that'll be fun :D