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When the world ends, that’s not something you’re usually prepared for. Even if you're prepared for, say, a zombie apocalypse or a virus outbreak that wipes humanity off the map, you won't be prepared for, let's say, a nuke. Honestly, Tommy wasn't sure if you could prepare for that. He hadn't, anyway. He had been ready to die.
That had been the plan. Distract Dream and Punz in the prison for long enough that Tubbo could activate the nuke and wipe the prison and everything inside of it off the map. Simple enough, all things considered. If Tommy had one talent, it was distracting people. And it had worked a treat.
It had worked so well.
There was nothing anyone could have done to stop it. No clever tricks, no last minute deus ex machina – nothing. They were dead. Gone.
What Tommy didn't know was that something had gone wrong with the nuke. It had not only destroyed the prison, like initially planned, but it had destroyed, well, everything. The entire world was now gone for good
And Tommy?
Tommy woke up somewhere else.