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// Selfish and useless //

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this is a shorter OS inspired by a comic made by @/cross_066 on twt :)

-> set when Tommy is staying at Techno's house after escaping his exile
(3rd person pov)
TW/CW: PTSD attack, trauma, abuse
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"Quit takin my stuff! How many times do I gotta say it?" Techno said to Tommy, who had just finished eating yet another golden apple.
"It's not a big deal!" Tommy replied. "You should be able to share big bro, I live here now too." He said, crossing his arms. Phil stood to the left of the angry Techno, who seemed to be at his limit with Tommy even though he had only been staying with him for less than a week.
"You're stealing Tommy! I work hard for this stuff, and you just waste it!" Techno exclaimed.
"Phil doesn't seem to mind so why should you?!" Tommy motioned to the other man in front of him, who looked slightly anxious.
"Phil doesn't live here! I let him take my stuff because he isn't greedy with it like you are, and he pays me back if I ask him to." Techno replied.
"Yeah I mean.. Tommy I think you need to realize you're in the wrong with this one mate.." Phil said softly.
"He's just trying to start shit with me, he doesn't care about any of this he just wants to cause problems!" Tommy said, only making Techno's blood boil even more.
     Techno tried to be patient with Tommy, he knew that Tommy was immature and ignorant, but he needed to put his foot down at some point. Tommy can be selfish, and Techno didn't want to hurt his feelings but he needed to get his point across to the younger boy somehow.
"I'm tired of repeating myself. From now on, you work for your things!" The pig man stepped forward. "You gotta stop being so... useless!" Techno snapped, getting closer and closer to Tommy.
"Techno... maybe you should lay off a bit.." Phil said. In that moment something deep in Tommy snapped, like a lightswitch had been flicked; and suddenly he went back in time. Techno wasn't talking anymore, instead it was Dream, spitting insults and making Tommy feel threatened.
"I trusted you Tommy. I was your friend when nobody else was, and you went behind my back to what? What was your plan? You wanted to hurt me, and run away? You're an IDIOT." Dream spat. Tommy's surroundings were blurry, Dream's voice rang in his ears like nails on a chalkboard. Dream scoffed. "You're useless."
"I- I.... I'm so sorry..." Tommy shook in fear, his eyes wide. Techno and Phil became confused at Tommy's state, noticing something was wrong. Tommy couldn't hear anything but Dream's cruel words.
"Sorry won't ever be enough Tommy. You haven't changed one bit!" Dream said, each sentence like a blow to Tommy's heart. He always tried to block out this side of Dream, but it always showed itself again.
He stepped back, tripping over his own foot. Tommy fell to the floor, leaning back and hitting his head against a wall. "No.... I- I didn't mean to- please, Dream.." He shook his head, closing his eyes tight. Techno and Phil looked down at him in worry and confusion.
"I'm sorry Tommy but... you've fucked up for the last time." Dream said, his hands balling into tight fists. Tommy looked down at them, then back up at Dream who was moving closer. He tried to tell his legs to run but they wouldn't listen, he was stuck where he stood, pleading for him to stop.
"I- I swear I didn't mean to.." Tommy was still on the floor, shaking uncontrollably. Phil tried to get closer to Tommy but he flinched, shielding his face with his arms. "I'm sorry! Please don't- don't hurt me! I didn't- I didn't.."
"Tommy..?" Phil asked, concern washing over him as tears began slipping down Tommy's rosy cheeks.
"You need to learn, Tommy." Dream grabbed the front of Tommy's shirt tightly, pulling his arm back. The knuckles of Dream's hand was white. Like lighting his fist swung down so fast toward's Tommy's face, until-
"TOMMY!" Phil shouted, pulling Tommy out of his trance. "Tommy, look at me!" He shook the boy slightly, his eyes darting around the room as he breathed heavily.
"No, no no no." Tommy shook his head. He still couldn't tell what was real and what wasn't. Everything was too loud, the lights in the room were too bright, everything was too much. "I- I can't, I- he- he.."
"Tommy, its me! It's Phil. Can you hear me? Look!" Phil put his hands on Tommy's shoulders to get his attention. Phil caught Tommy's gaze, trying to keep hold of it. His eyes were searching, desperately trying to recognize the man in front of him while also trying to breathe at the same time.
"It's Phil, remember me? Dad?" Phil asked, wiping away a tear slipping down his cheek. He flinched again.
"O-oh.. Ph.. Phil?" It came out almost as a whisper. "I... I don't.. I can't breathe Phil.." Tommy spoke through ragged breaths and heavy tears.
"Okay, it will be okay. Deep breaths." Phil leaned down and wrapped his arms around the smaller boy. "Deep breaths, in and out." He said, trying to calm him by holding him tight.
'I thought he said Dream was his friend..' Techno thought. "Jesus.. what did he do to him?..." he asked aloud softly, standing back. Phil didn't respond as he rubbed circles in Tommy's back, who sniffled.
"It will be okay. It will be okay." Phil repeated holding him close, tears almost welling up in his eyes as well.