P.O.V Tommy's
It has been about a year since I moved in with George and Dream. I'll admit it has been entertaining to say the least. I watch Dream speedrun more frequently with George and Sapnap, George and I like to cause a bit of trouble while he is speedrunning. We usually pick on Sapnap and sometimes Dream but not much.
Dream suggested I try speedrunning and when I did in George own words he said I had a big brain moment. Even though the run was flawed I still managed to pull a high IQ moment. I still stream on the SMP with Dream, George, Tubbo, and the others except for Techno, Phil, and Wilbur.
For canon story plots I talk to Eret or Tubbo since in the story Dream is supposed to be the manipulative asshole. But, when we would stream for fun either George, Dream or majority of the time both of them would join.
Though there is one thing that I do feel bad about. I still haven't told them what happened. They should know! I want to tell them but it hurts to talk about... I don't want history to repeat itself.
Tubbo would visit often to see how everything is or how I'm doing but he is pretty much always over.
There are good and bad days I know recently Dream hasn't been doing too well from stressing over his channel and he is still getting the accusations that he cheated during a speedrun so he has been getting some hate.
Me and George have been taking some of the stress off his shoulders but he quit speedrunning and might not stream 1.16 speedruns.
His channel has been growing at a very fast pace so he is constantly coming up with ideas for the Dream Team to try.
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I walk up to Dream's door and gently knock on it. "It's opened." he called out. I quietly walk in and close the door behind me. "Tommy? What's up?" he asked. "I-I wanted to tell you something, but I also wanted to check in on you. I know everything for you has been very stressful so I want to make sure you don't overwork yourself." I stutter.
He gently smiles removing his headphones and placing them on his desk. "I'm okay Toms. I'll be even better once this whole speedrunning thing blows over. What did you want to tell me?" he asked. I sit down on the edge of his bed and sigh a little. "I-I wanted to tell you what happened." I stutter again.
Immediately he saved and closed what he was doing and moved to sit next to me. "You have my full attention Tommy." he said.
I gently smile before sighing. "Take you time explaining it. You don't have to rush." he said. I slowly nod as I adjusted myself and sat on the bed with my knees to my chest.
***TW: Abuse, slight mention of alcohol.***
Flashback
"You worthless child!" the older man growled in rage as he held a bottle in his hand. "I'll do better next time! It was just a one time mistake!" Tommy said back before hearing glass shatter.
He flinched at the sound seeing broken glass on the floor and blood slowly dripping from his head. "There will be no next time!" the man yelled.
Tommy felt dizzy, barely able to make out the figure of the male standing in front of him.
Everything was black.
When Tommy woke up there was beeping. He opened his eyes to see a white tiled ceiling.
"Holy shit! Tommy! Techno, go get Phil!" he heard someone yell. He looked to his right and saw Wilbur next to him. "Wilby?" he asked "Don't worry Tommy. You're safe. Just get some rest." he said looking down at the teenager.
"Oh my god. Tommy, how do you feel?" Phil asked, running in the room with Techno behind him. "I'm tired and my head is killing me." Tommy said quietly. A doctor walked in to check in on how Tommy was before explaining what happened to him.
"How did you know?" Tommy asked. "Know what?" Techno asked in return. "That I was in trouble?"
"You forgot to mute your mic. We heard you walk out the room then we heard yelling a few seconds later we could barely make out what was being said. But, after the bottle was shattered Phil called the police. They found you unconscious on the floor bleeding and your father chugging down beer. By the time he was arrested he was drunk and you were on your way to the hospital." Techno explained.
"I don't want to go back." Tommy sobbed. "You won't have too Tommy. You can come stay with us." Phil said, comforting the boy.
3 years go by and life is going better than expected. There were still nightmares after the night terrors but everything calmed down.
"Why can't you do anything?!" Techno yelled. "Me!? All you do is stay on the computer and farm fuckin potatoes!" Wilbur yells back. "Guys, cal-" "Stay out of this Tommy!" they both yelled. "Boys enough." Phil said coming in the room stopping the argument from escalating any further.
This continued for a week straight but Phil stopped coming to Tommy's aid. Until the final string was cut.
Flashback Ends
"Shortly after I got off call with you, George, and Tubbo I asked Phil if I could go over to Tubbo's house. He agreed to let me go but Techno and Wilbur interrupted him. Saying that all I do is cause problems, that I shouldn't be there. So, I packed my things and left for Tubbo's. I ran away because I didn't want to feel like such a burden to Tubbo. He already dealt with me for the weekend I didn't want to extend my stay. Then you found me in that alleyway." I explained slowly looking back up at him. "I didn't tell you at first because I was scared. I was scared of history repeating itself again." I quickly added.
Dream looked shocked, almost horrified by what I told him. "You went through that?" he asked. I slowly nodded my head. It startled me when he pulled me in for a hug. "I promise I won't let anything happen to you. I won't let history repeat itself. You have my word Toms." he said.
"Promise?" I asked hugging him back, resting my head on his chest. "Promise." he said, gently tightening his grip. I gently smile feeling a huge amount of stress being lifted off my shoulders.
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