A/N - Both parts of this story are very non-canon, but especially this one. For some reason, they're both pretty short, so I might combine them into one long chapter to keep the story as a oneshot.

Everything was frozen. There was snow as far as you could see, dotted here and there with bare pine trees. He was sure he'd gone the wrong direction and would never find Techno's base, but by some miracle, a light appeared in the distance. As Tommy stumbled closer with Clementine huddled in his arms, he saw a house. At this point, he didn't care about whether it was his brother's base or not, he needed to get his kit warm.

In a daze, he made his way inside and nearly melted in satisfaction from the change of temperature. A comfy fire was lit in the fireplace, and it was surprisingly homey save for the giant picture of the pig hybrid hanging on the wall. So it was Technoblade's house, after all.

Tommy rummaged through the chests until he found some food for Clementine and him. After feeding Clementine, he took a bite of his apple and groaned in appreciation. He'd been living on raw meat for so long, he'd forgotten how luxurious Gapples tasted.

He took a moment to look around, noticing a few pictures. There were many of Techno and Phil and some of Techno and Wilbur.

He recognized one picture in particular, heading over to take a closer look. It was a family picture, from the last summer they were all together. The picture didn't fit the frame, because a part had been ripped out.

Looking even closer, Tommy realized that he had been ripped out. The picture was of his father and older brothers, Phil's arm that was supposed to be around his shoulders ending at the frayed edges of the messily-torn paper.

His eyes stung with hot tears. Did his family hate him that much? Enough to rip him out of their pictures, cut their ties with him, pretend he didn't exist? Had never existed?

It was too much. His throat was tight and his vision was clouded. His fingers were tingling and his knees felt weak, and he knew he couldn't be here anymore. So he ran.

He hugged Clementine to his chest as he dashed through the woods. He ran for hours- or minutes, he didn't know. He just had to go somewhere.

The snow abruptly ended at a clearing. He would never understand how this world worked, but he was glad snow could give way to grass in mere feet and the temperature could go up twenty degrees from one moment to the next.

Exhausted, he slumped down on the ground. Mosquitoes swarmed around his head, the buzz a welcome change to the neverending silence that snow caused when it buried everything.

For the second time that night, he took a moment to look around. It was a small meadow in the middle of an oak forest, with a pond in the middle. It was beautiful and peaceful, and Tommy fell in love with it immediately.

Tommy spent the next hour or so setting up a makeshift hut. Over the next few days, that hut developed into a nice little house, and he made a farm next to it. He put a bench in front of the pond, and, succumbing to his childish nature, built a treehouse. It was for Clementine, of course, but that didn't mean he couldn't use it every once in a while.

When Dream found out Tommy had fled and escaped his control, he searched everyone's house, even going to Techno and Phil's base. The two Sleepy Boys had made the connection when they got back and knew Tommy had been there after noting a distinct lack of Gapples in Techno's chest. Even though they knew the boy had been there, they didn't tell Dream and his whereabouts remained a mystery to everyone.

For months after Tommy's disappearance, Tubbo was a wreck, blaming himself. His advisors and citizens of L'Manberg spent many weeks trying to lift his spirits, and over time he became happy again but didn't quite recover to his former self.

In two years, Tommy had changed completely. His stay in the forest with just a kit for company caused him to adopt even more raccoon-ish features and he spoke mostly in chitters and head pats. Despite this, he kept up human practices like farming and hunting. One of his favorite activities was sitting on the bench in front of his pond, and putting a music disc in the jukebox he had set up. It reminded him of a long time ago when he would do this with Tubbo. But times were different now, and he didn't like to dwell on the past. He had his house, his daughter, and his peace, and that was enough.

(A/N, skip if you're not interested)

Part three? HMMM? I like the ending to this one, but there's always an opportunity for more angst and it's always possible that someone could stumble upon Tommy's little home. Then again, it also might be nice to give Raccooninnit a nice happy ending, or else I will end up writing an entire book about this and I want to stick to oneshots. Let me know what you think! Hope you enjoyed.