DreamSMP one-shots ||

// Darkness. //

HI !! not sure how i feel ab this one so pls give me feedback,, ALSO lmk if you guys want a part 2 in the comments for this one ??? & maybe i'll make a part 2 ?????

(3rd person pov)
TW/CW: Kidnapping, blood, injury, brief mention of suicide, abuse
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     Tommy groaned, feeling a stiff pain in his neck as he was slowly dragged out of unconsciousness. He lifted his head, turning it to the side in discomfort as his eyes blinked open.
     "What..." He tried to move but his limbs were restricted; his arms and legs were tied with rope to the arm rests and the front legs of the chair he sat in. He swallowed, looking around and taking in his surroundings: four walls of a dimly lit, barren room. The only light source of the unfamiliar place being a lantern in one if the corners of it. 'Where am I?', he thought.
     The rope was tight, almost suffocating his limbs. He opened and closed his hands, wiggling his fingers and in turn feeling uncomfortable pinpricks all throughout them. 'How the hell did I get here... how long was I out?'
     "Glad to see you're finally awake." An all-too familiar voice said behind him as he froze.
     He struggled to move again, hoping maybe the rope would somehow magically come undone, and this would all just be some terrible nightmare.
     "Tommy." He said, a hard hand landing on his left shoulder, squeezing slightly.
     "D-Dream? What.. what are you doing? Why am I..." Tommy was incredibly confused, and almost couldn't believe what was actually happening.
     Dream lifted his hand, walking around Tommy to stand in front of him. His mask somehow looked even more scary than Tommy ever thought it could, with the dim lighting hitting just the right parts of it.
     "Tommy I... I didn't want to have to do this. I'm your friend, aren't I?" Dream asked, sounding almost desperate as if he was the one bound to a chair, unable to move.
     "I... What?" Tommy asked, his heart thumping wildly through his entire body.
     "Why'd you leave me, Tommy?" Dream asked, turning away.
     Suddenly everything came back to him. He had left his exile a week ago because Dream had destroyed his entire newly-built place, all over a few secret chests. Tommy knew he couldn't stay there, and didn't think Dream would come back to look for him, so he left.
     He tried to think. After that, his memory goes blank; all he knows now is that he's here. Dream has seemingly captured him, and there's a sharp pain in the back of his head... one that wraps its way around his brain, squeezing with no break.
     "I.. Dream, I.."
     "I asked, why did you leave?" Dream said, putting more emphasis into his words.
     "I thought.. I thought you- you hated me. I thought you wanted me gone." Tommy said, feeling himself shake.
      "You left your exile, Tommy. You went back into the SMP." Dream paused, turning back towards him. "I told you what would happen if you left, did I not make myself clear enough?"
     "I.. I went back? But I..." Tommy tried to recall the event, but his headache that seemingly split through his entire skull wouldn't let him focus on a thought for more than a good couple seconds.
     "You know what you did." Dream said, leaning down to get in Tommy's face. He put his fingers under Tommy's chin to make him look up at him. "You know you fucked up."
     Dream let him go, stepping away. "Dream we're friends, can't we.. can't we just talk about this?" Tommy asked anxiously. "This kinda.. hurts.." he pulled at the ropes again, to no avail.
     Dream scoffed. "You're a fucking idiot, you know that?"
     "Let's just talk, can't we just talk?" Tommy asked again, slightly more franticly than he meant.
     "NO!" Dream grabbed ahold of the front of Tommy's shirt in a tight fist. Tommy flinched, trying to pull away as much as he could. "No. We can't talk." he looked into Tommy's eyes; the same look of fear he always saw but ignored, almost carved into them.
     He pulled out a pocket knife with his opposite hand, flipping the blade out with a clicking sound. He put the blade to Tommy's left cheek. "You're going to die Tommy. I always keep my promises, this is no exception." he pulled the knife away, slicing a thin, quick cut into Tommy's cheek as the boy inhaled sharply. Blood dripped down his face as Dream let go of him, stepping back.
     "Fuck... Dream, c-cmon. I- I only left because I was scared to be alone! You left, and I didn't know what to do, I- I'm just a kid. I'm just a kid, Dream." Tommy rambled, trying to persuade the masked man.
     "You don't listen. You do whatever the hell you want, as if the world revolves around you." Dream roughly poked at Tommy's chest. "Newsflash: it doesn't."
     Tommy let out a shaky sigh, beginning to feel like this really was going to be the for him; and maybe, he might have been better off just taking his own life like how he originally planned after Dream had left him.
     "What.. what are you going to do..." Tommy asked in a quiet voice. "with.. with me?..."
     Dream shrugged nonchalantly, playing with the small knife in his hands. "We'll just have some fun, you know?" he tilted his head at the blonde.
     Tommy clenched his jaw, his chest heaved as a silent tear fell down his cheek. He hated this so much; he tried so hard not to show it, but he had never been as scared as he was now in his entire life.
   "Don't you want to have some fun, Tommy?" Dream asked, Tommy looked at him with a scowl.
"You're sick, you know that? YOU'RE FUCKING SICK!" Tommy shouted, in turn receiving a hard hit from a fist of stone across the face. He whimpered in pain as his nose bled, the red liquid dripping onto his shirt.
Dream got close to Tommy, who refused to look at him. "Not so fucking tough now, are you?" Dream asked, stepping away and laughing sadistically at Tommy's pain.
"You never.. you never really gave a shit about me all this time, did you?" Tommy asked in a low tone, tasting the metallic blood that dripped into his mouth.
Dream turned his back to Tommy. "Of course I didn't." he said, walking away to leave the room.
"Wait!" Tommy said without thinking.
Dream paused in his tracks, not turning to look at the boy. "What is it?"
"Where- where are you going?.." Tommy asked, feeling like an idiot right as he did, and wishing he could somehow take the words back just as quickly as they left his mouth.
Dream scoffed at him, stepping out of the room and closing the door behind him. Tommy's stomach twisted as he heard it lock from the outside; and suddenly, somehow, the room now seemed much darker than it was before.