Dream Smp short stories

Therapy Needed

(Someone say Tommy angst? Dear god this child just needs someone there for him and Phil needs to get his act together.)

Tommy and Ranboo emerge from their hiding spot after hearing Phil and Sam calling out to them. They'd been jumped by BBH and the rest of the egg cult.

Both head black eyes but Tommy also had a bloody nose, a busted lip, and several other injuries hidden from view by his shirt. Phil walked right past him to Ranboo despite his obviously worse condition.

"Are you okay?" The blonde man asks the boy who wasn't even his, looking over his face for any sign of other wounds. Ranboo nods letting the man be fussy over the small cut on his ear. "I'm fine Tommy took most of the hits."

Sam held a rag to Tommy. "Tilt your head up and lightly hold your nose." He says, brushing his fingers over a bruise on his jaw. Tommy for once did as he was told. "I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner." Sam sighs, gently fixing his hair.

"It's whatever Sam." Tommy mumbles not daring to glance at his "father".

"Tommy," Phil says turning to his son after a few more seconds of douting on Ranboo. Tommy's eyes light up for a split second thinking he'd get at least and 'are you okay' but sadly that wasn't the case. "You need to stop starting fights."

"I didn't start this one!" The boy yelps enraged turning away sharply. "Yeah right." Phil rolls his eye ushing Ranboo to start walking toward home.

Once they were gone Sam opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by Tommy. "I know!" He yells looking toward the ground. "I know I'm a stupid reckless child but I swear I didn't start this one!"

"Tommy I wasn't-"

"I know I'm annoying and not the best at telling to truth and I do usually start stuff but I didn't. They jumped us!" Tommy defends though no accusations were made. Sam remained quiet as tears fell from Tommy's face to the ground. "I get it I'm useless in anything that isn't being a problem and you're probably already sick of clean up my messes, but please... please don't leave me too."

"Tommy I'm not gonna leave, I'm contractually obligated to protect you remember." Sam says making Tommy look up. "What about after?" Tommy asks in a quiet voice that didn't really sound like him.

"Do you want me to protect you after?" Sam asks tilting his head, Tommy looks back at the ground before slowling nodding. "Then I'm there. Okay?"

"Okay."