Dropped in •MYTC story• [includes ships]

Chapter 13: Harsh

Art by Rye_Ryne
As shown this is harsh. Quite the violent chapter, just so you know. Much angst. There's also mild gore descriptions. Like not much to me, but it could make someone uneasy I guess. Have fun
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They all let out a yell as they're swept up in a giant net, grouped up in it. "Wh-what just.. what's happening?" Tubbo questions. "I don't even have anything to help us out of here..!" George says, struggling around. Tommy chuckles as he looks up at his helpless friends. "My my, seems gogy is here as well!" He smiles his usual smile, not seeming mischievous at all.

He pulls out one of his throwing knives. "Now.. what should I start with? Cutting off George's precious wings or killing Wilbur as I planned to earlier?" His smile turns into a devious smirk. "T-Tommy why?" George says, confused and scared. This isn't what he expected when he heard Tommy had betrayed them, not a murderous demon kid.

He only noticed now that Tommy's small black demon horn's had almost doubled in size, now a dark red at the ends. "You guys didn't answer my question~." Tommy says teasingly, running his finger across the blade of the knife, cutting a small slit into it, though he doesn't seem to bother him. "Whoops! I accidentally cut myself, hm? Who wants to join me in cut fest?"

He walks over to under the net with the three friends. He pokes it at Wilbur's arm, not breaking skin yet. Wilbur winces and pulls away. "What are you doing?" Tommy mutters angrily as he cuts a slit into his best friends hand. "O-Ow! Tommy stop! That hurt!" Tubbo shouts, holding his bleeding hand.

"Wilbur, it's your turn now.." Tommy says, not seeming phased by what tubbo says. Wilbur stares wide eyed at Tommy. He doesn't get a word out before a knife is deep in his arm above his elbow. He lets out a short pained yell. blood seeps from the wound. Tommy draws it out of his friends arm, licking blood off the knife. Wilbur clutches at his arm, his breathing terribly shaky.

George screams in fear, not knowing what else to do. He shouts dream's name, wishing for him to save them, or at least him. He couldn't handle dying like this. "Shh.. don't yell, I'll only make it worse for you.." Tommy hushes, putting a finger in front of his mouth. George looks away from him, tears starting to run down his face.

Wilbur was trying not to scream, tubbo was petrified that his friend just hurt him, and George couldn't do anything, but stare at Tommy's pale face and his joyful eyes. He looked happy, which is nice, besides the fact that he was threatening three people's lives and had blood on his 'joyful' face.

Tommy was enjoying this more than he thought he would. He looked away from his bloodied knife, dropping it. He pulled another out of his pocket as I looked at George. "George, are you ready? I sure am." He said, flipping the throwing knife in his hand. George shook his head quickly, tears starting to pour down his face.

"Wow, what a bummer! Because you don't.. have. a. choice!" He threw the knife at George's head as he shouted the last word. George dodged, though it pierced his wing. George let out a shrill scream as he felt it go through, the cold burn of the knife through his wing being too much for him to keep quiet. Tubbo covered his ears, letting out a scream of his own.

Wilbur struggled as he tried to escape the ropes, hitting and pulling at it. Tommy only laughs. "Oh you idiots! It's hopeless, hopeless you hear?! You're gonna die hear. Will you go home? you'll discover that once you're dead." Tommy picked up his knives and washed them off. George screamed for dream again, his voice now hoarse.

Tommy growled in frustration. "It is midnight! No one is gonna hear your screams! Shut up before I kill you faster." He shouted, though freezing as he heard footsteps. He turned around nervously, not prepared for another person since he didn't put multiple traps.

"What are you doing?"