A/N - This was requested by um__idek, thank you for the prompt! Hope you're doing alright :)

I did stray from the prompt a little because I just couldn't make myself write hurt/no comfort right now, and I knew it would be difficult to show Tommy moving through life. I didn't want to go through scenes over time to show the changes and I also didn't want to try and explain Tommy's past in flashbacks/memories or anything like that, so let me introduce our friend Clara, who is the astronaut that watches from space.

I realize this isn't clear, so I'm just letting you know that's it's Minecraft AU, but not compliant with the DreamSMP plot. 

TW: Neglect, abuse, self-harm, themes of suicide

Clara didn't bother with humans individually. She had been among the stars for eternity and had long stopped caring about what happened to the people below. Every time she hoped the world would change for the better, war broke out, people hurt other people, and she was left disappointed, so she stopped caring.

She had no idea what year it was. Human lives were incredibly short, and using them to count time for her would be like counting in seconds for centuries. She no longer watched, no longer listened to the people. Instead, she liked seeing the clouds move far below, watching the sea levels rise and fall, the land break apart into smaller pieces. Sometimes, ice would cover the entire Earth, and it was refreshing to see some change. It was much more peaceful than watching humans hurt each other. But, one day, thousands of miles above the ground, a baby's cry still found her ears.

She focused on the cry and saw a wailing child. Whispy tufts of blond hair came from its head, and its face was scrunched up, arms reaching out to the side. She followed the arms to see a woman, covered below the waist by a sheet that was stained with blood. There was no breath coming from her and her eyes were closed, but a peaceful smile rested on her face. 

To Clara's surprise, she felt actually remorse for the baby, knowing it would grow up without a mother. 

She watched as the baby was passed from a blond man's arms to a pink-haired child, who grimaced at the piercing cries still coming from the baby and quickly passed it on to a brunet. Instead of handing the child back to who Clara assumed was the father, this one stared at its face. The baby stared back. He handed the swaddled baby back to the man, who wasted no time placing it in a shaky, old crib.

There he stayed, for a few years. Eventually, he got too big, so the man built him a new bed. Clara looked at the bed and wondered why it was so bare when the pink-haired and brown-haired children had soft mattresses piled high with pillows.

The pink-haired boy was no longer a boy, but a man. Clara saw his tusks grow in and his eyes turn red. She watched as he left the house without so much as a goodbye, the father scrambling after him. Then, it was just the brown-haired boy. She looked at him in surprise, not expecting to see a tall man in the place of the child, but time worked differently for her, and she decided a good few years must have passed.

Clara found herself yet again confused at how long she had lingered with this family and the boy in particular. She had heard the other men refer to him as 'Theseus'. She didn't think that name fit the boy, who was mischievous and playful, always ready to offer a smile. When he wasn't with his family, she heard him called 'Tommy', and thought that was much more fitting. 

She realized that she enjoyed his smile, which grew weaker by the year. The father and the pig hybrid still hadn't returned, or maybe they had. If they did, they left so quickly that she must have missed it. The man in the yellow sweater played guitar for Tommy less and less, and the house was lonely and quiet until it wasn't, when the pink-haired one and his father were back. 

Clara saw Tommy's smile return in full and felt a small wave of relief. She let herself relax as she watched him practice fighting with the pink-haired man. Things were happy, for a while, but she began to sense the darker part of this happiness underneath when the blond man would scream at Tommy, and give him punishment while he gave the older boys hugs and praise. The pink-haired man would hurt him during their practices, smiling a little whenever Tommy fell in pain. The humans had disappointed Clara yet again and she turned her head with a scoff. But she couldn't look away for long, concerned for the boy.

Tommy's smile was much sadder this time she looked, and she did a double-take after noticing how thin he was. He isn't supposed to be that thin, he should be eating more, Clara mused before she could stop herself. Then she shook her head a few times to dispel the thoughts, knowing that she couldn't care for the boy. All humans died in the end.

But she found herself hearing his cries even when she tried to ignore them, and she couldn't resist. She came back yet again to see him gaunt and frail, blood seeping from his arms and a glass shard in his hand. Tears came to her eyes, and she was reminded that she could cry.

This time, she set her eyes on Tommy, determined to catch his every move. As sad as his life seemed to be, it was interesting and she appreciated the reprieve from the clouds and the stars.

She watched as he moved slower and slower, and noted the absence of his gravelly voice and shrieking laugh. He didn't make much sound anymore, and he didn't give many smiles, either. Clara missed his smiles, maybe because they made her want to smile. 

She was finding him more and more at the bridge instead of with his friends or in his room. Clara watched as night after night, he came to the bridge to lay down and look at the stars. Sometimes she wondered if he could see her. 

Some nights, he would turn on his side and shuffle to the edge of the bridge, still laying down. He would dangle his arm off the edge, watching the running water far below. It was at these times that she saw him smile, but his smile always made her a little sad now. 

Human lives are short, this one exceptionally so. 

Time slowed for her as she watched Tommy climb out of bed early in the morning before the sun. She watched him walk slowly to the bridge, but he didn't lie down, he walked to the edge and looked below for quite a long time. Clara's heart twisted even as she steeled herself for what she knew was going to happen. His cries reached her for the last time, and she watched as his body fell into the unforgiving current below. Something about it felt familiar, and she found herself crying at the memory she couldn't reach, at the absence in her heart, made by both the boy and by a past that she didn't remember. Most of all, it was his body moving through the water limply, his eyes closed and his face haunted even in death. Clara found herself shedding tears, something she couldn't remember doing. They halted when a voice came from behind her. 

"Who are you? Where am I?" It said, timid and shaky. She turned around to see a yellow-haired boy, his thin arms dangling out of his shirt, and she smiled. "I'm Clara the astronaut, and you're in space." Tommy smiled back, and Clara opened her arms for him to melt into her embrace. They stayed like that for a while, and then they watched the clouds.

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

I have no fucking clue what just happened, it's like if heaven was sci-fi and also wasn't heaven and made no sense. I know it might have been better from a closer perspective, but that seemed frickin' sad and I didn't think I could handle that. Despite that, I hope you still enjoyed. If anyone wants, I could try to rewrite it with more angst and a closer perspective, but you would have to wait a little while.