What disc is it? Because if it's Cat or Mellohi he's going to hit the ground running, whether he's half-asleep or not.

Mellohi. Might not be The Mellohi though.

Maybe that would occur to him if he thought about it, but he's not thinking; he's out the door almost before he's awake, running on reflex.

If Paramin's between him and the jukebox he pauses for long enough to remember that (a) he doesn't have an enderchest (b) it would be a stupid idea even if he did, because he doesn't have armor, or weapons, or blocks, or literally anything. If she's not, he's only going to come to this realization after he's already picked up Mellohi, at which point he's committed to the idea no matter how stupid it is.

She'll teach him a lesson about crossing her. Course, that's what this exile is all about. She slashes him across the chest. "It's not even the real disk, Tommy. Put it down."

He drops it and jumps back, flinching. Axe crits fucking hurt when you're not wearing armor, and "not even the real disc" registers at the same time as the pain does.

"Even if it was, did you really think I'd let you take it?" She sighs, disappointed but not surprised.

"Well of course you wouldn't let me, that's why I need my 500 IQ plays, innit?"

"You're not going to 500 IQ me, Tommy."

"Yeah, that's what you think now, bitch."

"Go back to bed."

He considers for a moment.

"...Fine."

"Good boy." She throws him another stack of cobble, and puts the disk back on the player.

He's still not taking pity things. The cobble gets set on fire, not picked up.

...The disc is nice, though. He falls asleep listening to it.

She's standing over his bed again in the morning when the sun rises.

...That's not much less terrifying to wake up to the second time around. He scrambles away and laughs shakily. "Fuckin'--you're like that fuckin' maze game or something."

"Just making sure you're alright, you never finished the ceiling on this place. It's important that you're guarded."

"...If I put up a ceiling will you leave?" 

"No. But I might guard you from outside the house."

"I don't need you fucking guarding me, I'm a big man, I can take care of myself."

She turns and wordlessly shoots a creeper that's about to blow up the entrance to the house.

"Ouuuughhhh. Fuck this I'm going mining." He throws slabs up while he talks, making about half a roof before leaving.

She quietly places more slabs, finishing the ceiling, then ladders up to sit on the roof and watches Tommy hop into the distance.

Mining goes slowly. He gets more iron. He eats bread and melons.

Ranboo whispers to TommyInnit: I cant go with you. But know that I am with you. Ill find you soon. Stay alive ok?

He ignores it, because it’s not true. Ranboo could have gone with him like Ghostbur did. Not that that would’ve been better, necessarily, but it makes everything after “cant” bullshit. 

He goes back to Paramin, instead. “I’m gonna make another church. It’ll be, like, Church 2, the sequel. ‘Cause there’s no prime path here and I gotta get primes somehow. Nothing can come between a man and his primes.”

"That's the spirit! Make this house a home." She places a bell for him.

Oh shit a bell!!!!!! Time to RING THE BELL while explaining to local spirits how his life is SUPER COOL and they should COME HANG OUT WITH HIM and maybe even consider HELPING HIM IN SOME WAY.