DreamSMP one-shots ||

// Things might be okay //

Hellooo :)

(3rd person pov)
TW/CW: Physical abuse, manipulation, blood/bruises, depressive thoughts
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     "You fucked up, Tommy." Dream scoffed, shaking his head. "I guess I shouldn't have expected anything more from you." Dream said to the younger boy.
     Dream had just blown up the majority of Tommy's new base that he stayed in since he was exiled only a few weeks ago. Tommy had been secretly hiding weapons and other things to use to fight against Dream, but he'd found the chests and became completely enraged.
     "You're a dick Dream! You make everything so much worse for me; you torment me every day, steal my shit and put me down, and for fun! What was I supposed to do? Just sit here and let it keep happening?!" Tommy yelled. Now he had to start from scratch, as if it was the first day of his exile once again.
     "I try to be nice, I've always tried to teach you these harsh lessons so you can be better, and you try to secretly rebel against me?! Is that what I deserve?!" Dream asked, trying to sound hurt as if he was the victim.
     Tommy was beginning to feel bad for Dream, bad that he wanted to hurt him and run away. But then again, he was also confused as he knew that Dream was a bad person, even though he could also be nice other times. It made Tommy's head spin, he didn't know how to feel about Dream anymore.
     "I.. I just.." Tommy stepped backwards as the masked man got closer to him.
     "Answer me!" Dream yelled.
     "I.. I hate you!" Tommy snapped, swinging at dream but missing as he quickly ducked out of the way; an idiot move in itself, as Dream was an expert fighter.
     Dream quickly grabbed the front of Tommy's shirt in a tight fist, his knuckles going white. He pulled back his right arm and in a swift motion punched Tommy across the face with no hesitation, completely knocking the wind out of him. Tommy brought a hand up to his face and clenched his jaw, whimpering in indescribable pain.
     "How dare you speak to me that way!" Dream said, growling with anger. He fixed his grip on Tommy's shirt, pulling him in close. With his other hand he held Tommy's face so he had to look directly at him. Blood dripped profusely from the boy's nose that he could only hope wasn't broken, even though it sure felt that way.
     "You ungrateful child. I've done so much for you, and all you've ever done is paint me as the villain." Dream let go of him, roughly pushing him to the ground. He hardly caught himself with his hands when he fell, dirt covering his palms and sharp pebbles digging into his skin. Tears fell from Tommy's eyes as the left side of his face and nose throbbed from the blow. He just wanted this all to be over, he didn't know how much of this he could take.
     "You whine and cry over your own problems but you never make an effort to fix them. I try to knock some sense into you, and you still won't fucking listen!" Dream kneeled down over the boy, grabbing his shirt once again.
     He pulled his opposite fist back. "D-Dream, p- please.." Tommy sobbed in pure fear, his whole body shaking as he held onto the wrist of Dream's hand that was gripped onto his shirt.
     Dream paused at the last second. He shook his head slightly, letting out a small laugh. Tommy was confused, his body still tense as he waited for Dream to hit him again.
     He let go of Tommy and stood up, the boy still laying in the grass with a surprised expression. Dream was unpredictable this way, making him even more scary at times.
     "You know what Tommy?" He stepped away slowly. "You always complain about how alone you are, even when I'm here, even when I'm the only one who ever was."
     He paused. "So you know what? Be alone. I don't care anymore, you can fend for your fucking self." He finished, turning and pearling away out of sight.
     Tommy looked in the direction he left in shock. He's gone.
Tommy's breathing was heavy as he tried to calm himself. There was no way he was going to stay here, what if Dream came back? Tommy never wanted to see that stupid smile face again. He needed to leave and go somewhere else, anywhere else.
He stood up and frantically looked around. He used his shirt to wipe his bloody nose, picking a random direction and beginning to walk. He walked and walked, until he was running, and he ran until the muscles in his legs began to burn. He didn't care, he sprinted even though he was running out of breath, and his sides began to cramp painfully.
When he began to slow down, he realized he was making his way into a chilly taiga forest with lots of dark trees, that would soon melt into a snowy tundra; flat land that went on for miles covered in white snow.
He shivered and felt a wave of tiredness hit him like a truck, the once strong wave of adrenaline trickling away and reminding him of how little sleep he had been getting recently. The bed in his tent wasn't nearly as comfy as it looked.
Not only had he barely been sleeping, but he wasn't eating much either because of his poor appetite and incredibly low mood. He slowed down, his limbs feeling heavy as he breathed deep breaths.
In the middle of the forest, he dropped to his knees. Silent, painful tears slipped down his cheeks as he told himself that he was just tired, he was fine. He wasn't sad, or broken, or wanting to give up. He was fine.
'Where am I even going anyways?' He thought. He turned over, laying down on his back on the dark grass of the forest. Wiping his tears away, he stared up at the tall trees and their similarly dark leaves. Soon his eyelids felt heavy, and as much as he wanted to will himself to stay awake, he just couldn't seem to care enough. His eyes fell shut, and unconsciousness took over him.