A different route at a cost

by Catthegreat1

Summary:

What if everything costs didn’t go the same?
What if the world, the route, what if it changed?

Or: I got permission to make an alternate ending so go check out Everything Costs by AmberRunnel

Or: I decide to write a proper story!

Notes:

This is not original nor my own go check out Everything’s costs for the story this diverges from

This will be short/changed when I get more motivation, rn I’m going to my uncles gay wedding.

Chapter 1: The beggining

A rewrite has occurred, so go to next chapter for the new first chapter! This will be used as an index and design compilation later on

 

Chapter 2: A world start up once more

In the curious case in which a creeping, monstrous vine captured a golden bird in its slighted vines…. What would it choose

Would the vine hide it away, a secret to be kept, a friend until death?

Would the bird be the vines treasure forevermore, trapped in its twisting stems, until it’s vines crumbled at the edge of clocks.

 

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Now if a possibility in which tommy was presented the choice; if this choice say..
Said Tommy could turn back time and stop himself from even acting on his impulsive and problematic choices. In this example, he would, absolutely!

He would absolutely take it upon himself to go and comb through time itself.

 

Just to not have to repair this stupid criss cross apple sauce of a car.

It was taking so long that maybe, by the time he was halfway done it was so late into the dumb fucking night there wouldn’t even be a universe to yell and curse at. Seriously, how could you do this much damage to a thermostat?

Maybe it got caught in a hero fight? Tommy had been in those, and they were pretty destructive. Maybe destructive enough to do this? But the car was still intact

Sus.

At least the person was alive, his name was fakma nes

 

Weird name in all honesty

 

Well…ok…maybe that was only one of them, and maybe even a bit extreme??? He had made a shit ton more over the course of these months…helping wilbur, living in the forever in disrepair ash district.

….endangering Sam and….ponk….clementine….everyone he was now friends with really….

Perhaps he really was just a problematic screwup…. “Comes with the territory” Tommy mumbles numbly to himself, not really caring much.

But, there was no going back on that in this day and age, really kinda a stupid wish. So, now he was stuck here for the night because some killjoy put in a car late. So he is stuck with fixing this mini van stupid.

“Probably belonged to a helicopter parent”, Tommy snorted

“Heh, that was kinda funny to think about actually…”,

“Whirl whirl, I’m a 50 year old baby boomer, look at me, let me speak to the maaannnaaagereerrr”, Tommy snarked, making the voice of Scott on a bad day.

Ok, ok time to get this job back on the train tracks, or else this would never get done.

Now, Tommy may have not been to savvy with cars before he got kicked out of nod. But now he was mostly really good, scratch that, now he is the bestest man at it. Really! sam was just in denial. Maybe this was just the hardest car to fix ever, but as far as he was concerned he was doing pretty pog at this most dauntingest task.

There was only some small things left to fix

 

Knocking was coming from the entry to sam and ponks house, who was that?….

A mop of lush green hair arrived in the corner of the corner of Tommy’s eyes.

hmmm…when was he tired…

Oh, yeah sam…

 

“Hey…how you doin’ sam my man?”, Tommy smiled, half-uncaring half-ready to bleep out. Damn, hiding tiredness is honestly extremely difficult at 11:30 pm.

 

Sam cocked his head, grumbling like Tommy just broke his favorite plate.

 

“Tommy…. It’s almost midnight, I am ordering you to take a break. You need to sleep I’ll handle the rest of this later”, sam said, leaving no room for argument.

 

Thank prime tommy was one to not take hints

“Buuuttt saaammm, I’m almost done, SEE!!” Tommy whined, maybe just a little bit delirious, maybe he should close his eyes? No!

“Why am I even trying, if you’re not leaving why don’t you stay the night?” Sam said, that look was weird…maybe even obsess- no tommy stopped the though in its tracks

He was bloodsound, not an overthinking chicken.

“Mmmmm, maybe? What’s in it for me?”, Tommy said precariously, maybe he could get some…pie?

“I can sneak some pi-?”, Sam said, damn a good offer.

“DEAL”, tommy said excitedly, pie sounded amazing.

 

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So tommy moved through the parts and clutter of the workshop..garage really. Finally walking inside the house tommy was practically dead on his feet

“Why don’t you just go to sleep on the couch?”, Sam sounded weird, everything was fuzzy, weird…

Why

Shouldn’t

I

Just

Close

My

Eyes?

 

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Tommy squinted his eyes, something was scratching against it uncomfortably, when did that get there?

Tommy wriggled, testing if he could try and get it off.

Shit

His hands were bound, his legs seemed fine though?

Wherever he was, it seemed like a car, the rumbling and humming under him reminded Tommy of such.

The he was thrusted into the air, he felt a solid second of terror.

Then plummeted, oh… they hit a speed bump? Not pog but not to bad…

 

“You awake in there?”, A highly auto tuned voice said, kinda sounded like a animal crossing character or a stupid nightcore video.

“Yeah…? Who is talking man?”, Tommy tried to keep a slight shake out of his voice. If he was being kidnapped maybe nox found him! That would suuuck.

“A van man, who holds a pan and speaks in raisin-bran hands. And these hands say stop asking.”, The man sounded sassy as shit. Peachy

“Jeez, can I go back to my friend, I’ll give you a good yelp review. Currently I’m rating this 2/100. I can bump it up to 3/100 if you let me go though!”, Bartering is Tommy’s specialty of course!

 

Suddenly there was a loud crash, the noise made tommy jump out of his skin.

 

“…..hold on kid…got a situation” the van man sounded weird, concerned? Nah…

Tommy heard a lot of bustling and pressing of buttons, it sounded like the guy left? Maybe he should escape, but he was still stuck in the back. As well as that, even Tommy knew he couldn’t funking see, so it would not be any use anyway.

So all he could do was…wait

 

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Outside the warden quickly moved towards the sound of rumbling

 

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“Blood god…” Sam raised his eyebrows under the mask, he thought no one would notice.

“Warden..I believe you have a certain person of my interest?” The damned piglin sounded as arrogant as ever, moving sluggishly like nothing was wrong, and Sam wouldn’t even make a dent.

Jokes on him, Sam would make this hell for him.

 

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A fight began, between the two

A whirling of helicopters could be heard in the background

Good, backup came, he couldn’t risk tommy being taken by a glorified pig

“Backup? Since when we’re you such a coward?” The blood god sounded so offended, so aggravatingly careless. The piglin tossed aside his cape, stepping back, just as he was about to use his power

 

Zzzzttt

The piglin yelped in what sounded like inhuman agony, collapsing.

It came from the helicopters, a sniper maybe

In front of his eyes Sam saw the gold blood gush from the villians shoulder in buckets. The helicopters landed fully, operatives fanning out to restrain the bleeding supervillain. Sam smirked, adjusting his mask and going back to the va-

Oh shit the van.

 

Sam went sprinting to the metal wagon, it was intact. Heaving breaths finally stopped and Sam collapsed against the door.

 

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Thud!

Tommy jerked his head in the inky black, trying to locate the noise.

 

The door opened, and the man arrived inside.

“Did you just go run a 30 mile race, you sound horrible?” Tommy couldn’t help but laugh internally at his kidnappers misfortune

“Maybe, but shut up unless you want to be asleep for now” the man seemed thoroughly pissed, so tommy, for once, shut the fuck up.

“Actually scratch that, I already have to do that sorry kid” the voice cracked a little, we-

It was that weird tiredness again? What

Suddenly for no reason his vision was swimming, fading in and out of black, then… sleep.

 

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Gargled feelings swam through tommy brain, tommy tried to grab at thos-

Wait, why was he tr-

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Lizzie was so done today

Another prime-forsaken day of be threatened by nox or else, Whoopty doo here husband would die

Damn, she wasn’t getting paid enough for this

Really testing unethical things on poor souls who dared disobey

For example: today she had to see, what in fact causes memory regression. Quite funnily done by testing various medication and techniques, including but not limited to:

Radiation poisoning

Traumatization

Removing limbs

And the hardest and most time consuming of all, various kinds of unregulated medication!!!!

 

If Lizzie had a penny for everytime a prisoners powers were shut off completely because they lost a toe, she would have two penny’s. Even if it isn’t a lot it’s weird it happened twice. Real useful though, her research team got a fat bonus that day.

 

Currently the warden was asking her to make a room for a 16 year old ex-hero, who he apparently now thinks is a thing worth keeping in. But instead of making a torturously bad room, hippity hoppity, let’s make a good thing to keep a 14 year old in.

What was with that? Lizzie doesn’t know??? The shit she deals with.

 

“Enderlotl, get over here” she griped through the radio.

Enderlotl was a weird being. No one knew why but she was both a mer hybrid and endermen hybrid.

This was physically impossible for the most part, but the working theory is enderlotl is a weird circumstance of a chimera. Seeing as enderlotls most problematic power is that they can’t be identified on any kind of technology.

This unfortunately meant the data received by the genetic analysis was complete bogus.

 

Anyway, the ex-hero was waking up, so Lizzie better put up her best happy act

 

Everything is fine, you are the most important scientist in the city, you can do this, just got to lie to a kid.

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“Sam, you have been busy” Scott was here, great

Sam didn’t really like Scott, he was as good at lying as the siren and as clever as the Greek heroes when he wanted to be.

This had the fun perk of meaning Sam had work overtime to keep the elk-hybrid in a good mood. On the flip side it also meant he had to deal with a lot of newspapers and social media accounts making “secret lovers” articles and posts about them both.

“Awww, you miss me” Scott was up in his face, great

Scott narrowed his eyes, backed away and flipped his hair.

“Well anything on bloodsound?” Scott sounded just about ready to tear him apart

“Yes…he’s in custody, may I ask a request?” Time to be brave

“Mmm” Scott gazed over, disinterest glazed his face.

“May I have jurisdiction over what happens with his punishment?” Sam tried to sound assertive, but next to a 10 foot boss who was in control of his payroll, he couldn’t really find the spirit.

 

“Sure? I honestly don’t care what happens to him, as long as he stays in the prison.” Triumph?

 

“Thank you

 

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Somewhere deep in a vault for the damned a boy awakens

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Chapter 3

Summary:

What would I do to fly?

2b2t

The overlord of the most infamous segment of pandoras vault. The sub-prison is controlled by the powerful ex-supervillian, housemaster.

Forty years previously, Housemaster was one of the most feared supervillain in the city. Known across the area by his ethereal stature but infamous reputation.

 

housemaster had been an A-tier supervillain causing deaths of thousands and huge schemes earning a small time cult. A reality bender named popbob even feared him, at the time popbob was the number one super-villian.

If housemaster had still been a villain today he would have rivaled even Dream in terms of fighting skill, not that he needed it much because of his mysterious powers anyways.

Tommy laughed inwardly at the idea, he had worked with dream for so long, and now all he could do was think about a prison he would never leave.

Ironic

It is unknown of which of the many powers there was, that house master used. Though someone might’ve known, no longer even then as any record has been removed. It is assumed this occurred per Pandoras Vault’s request.

 

The co-owner, and most public of all the wardens is Phit Mcee, he often does broadcast of the goings on in 2b2t and is famous on the media platforms. Tommy himself often watched them when he could, despite the gruesome fact he kind of wanted to be there….

Anyway Phit Mcee’s “documentation” of this is heavily sanitized and even propaganda to an extent so maybe Tommy should’ve thought it a bit more through.

Phits powers are mostly assumed to be telekinetic, many videos online are shown with him finding even the lowest of crime doers and crushing them slowly with unending invisible force. The kind of thing you can only stand and watch happen in morbid interest.

Due to this it is a popular underground genre emerged surrounding a strange fanbase of the “2b2t”.

2b2t is assumed to be the size of a large mall, but it always seemed so much bigger..

The idea to it being whilst keeping them all alive with sustaining food and a fresh water source. A few “hackers”
(carefully chosen people within the room, given a limited level of their own abilities)

They are used for moderation or some level of a power structure. This is a complete anarchy cell, as the people within slowly kill each-other off more are introduced. A genius but horrifying way of dealing with the worst of the worst, while living, still destined to a slow death.

However cruel and inhumane it may be this is considered by the hero agency (nox) to be an appropriate punishment to certain felony’s.

 

 

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When Tommy opened his eyes, blurry and strange as it was, the first thing he felt was a ungodly headache. It pulsed like he had been run over by a train and spit through a machete. Now Tommy may not be the smartest person on the planet. But… it seemed he was no long in the van, or sams house.

Tommy blinked furiously for a couple minutes it felt like before he could see again. Though what was probably a few hours later the he noticed, unfortunately he was tied to a comfy medical bed?

He was covered in creepily clean white sheets, like the ones you see in those scary horror movies.

Man, this was nice. Maybe he would get a quick death….that was a bit grim but still. Better than anything else…maybe….

 

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Creeeeeaaaak

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Tommy looked at the door, and a spindly cotton candy pink haired woman walked in. Slitted eyes snapped on his face. Though Tommy had to admit the woman looked like something straight from a Disney movie, that was until Tommy spotted the pristine lab coat.

 

“Hello BloodSound!” The lady- no scientist, spoke in a sugar sweet voice. But the way she looked at him made Tommy feel like he was some two year old gum spot on a desk.

“Hi….?” Tommy said cautiously

Tommy reaaally didn’t want to talk to this creepy ass woman, teal scales decorated that horror inducing face. Man, he was fucked

“Stop pondering your demise, you are quite lucky or else you would’ve been straight into a cell for eternity. Now I have not had it explained why you got this special privilege, but you are lucky!” The ladies eye twitched coldly, the cheeriness fading for a second.

“Oh yes, you don’t know my name, I’m mrs. Lizzy beans”

what in the diddly darn shit? What kind of name was that?

Then Tommy remembered a certain official with the same name. Mr. Smallish beans, probably one of the best architects in the city, constantly building projects. On that particular thing, built the Mazelea Palace, a massive theatre that was big enough to have libraries and cafes on the way to the main bit.

Tommy had been there a few times, and dear prime it was good. Well, now Tommy knew where he got his funding for these crazy projects….

 

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“Hey, hey focus! I know the fumes had you all spacey for most of this but this…this is just annoying…”

 

That lizzy beans again in her annoying sugar sweet tone “hey, let’s get you up. You know, check everything out make sure it’s all good”

Tommy really didn’t want to deal with this but honestly he very much wanted to leave. So he followed the scientist down the endless white halls, filled with begging words, screams, and utter deafening silence.

They came up to a door, he couldn’t quite read it but Tommy knew it said something. Mrs. beans opened the door and guided him in.

She stared at Tommy, listlessly asking questions and doing tests. He didn’t like the bloodwork one but that didn’t quite matter. As Tommy’s mind drifted to the ends his of little sea Tommy really couldn’t quite work up the mind to snap his thought into place.

SLAM!!

The door was basically flung open and….a hulking green creeper hybrid, four legs and all walked in.

Goddamnit

“Hello Tommy” the low voice of the warden growled it dipped off like the beginning of a monologue. The warden was walking towards the stool Tommy was sitting on, fuck.

“Hello bitch boy” Well golly Tommy might be in chains but he can make the green bastards life hell. The warden stood there for a moment but quickly shook of the anger. The bastard sat down calmly and stared at him.

“Do you know why you are here” the fucker.

“Yeah I fuckin know you couldn’t handle my superior morals and decided to kill the siren” Tommy spat, forcing himself not to stutter at the thought of what he did.

“….” The warden stared again, more intensely

 

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Falling
Honey sweetness dripped all around him, cruel and sticky
The boy of gold reached
He reached for he could not see through the wool that covered his eyes
He reached for all he wanted to know was why
But the boy felt nothing, left in desolate emptiness

 

 

 

What would you give to fly?
For centuries humanity dreamed and thought
Icarus fell for it
The wright brother worked for it
Angels were created for it
And I would sell my soul for it

But if we did fly, lift off the ground with gilded white wings
Where would we go?
The sky was never ours and we were never theirs
But that does not matter does it

For we are just a feather, fallen from a great grey goose, drifting downward ever downward in a web of lies
One day..

One day…

 

One day….

Notes:

I have come back