Sleepy Bois Inc. Angst Oneshots

Escape From Exile Part 1

TW: blood and injuries, manipulation, amnesia, attempted murder
AN: Not sure about the ending, but enjoy. :) Also, part two coming soon, maybe tomorrow. Thanks for nearly 500 reads! I love you all lots! ☺️
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Tommy ran as fast as he could, dodging arrows and ducking under branches. His heart pounded, and his breaths came in short bursts. He swerved around a tree and came to a ravine. He had no where to go.

Dream was still behind him. He turned around to face him. The sinking sun illuminated Dream's mask and made it seem much more intimidating.

"Why did you run away, Tommy? Don't you like it here with me, your best friend?"

"No," Tommy answered, surprising himself. "I don't. You're not my friend; you never have been. I'm just a pawn to you." He braved a step forward. "I'm going home."

"I'm sorry you feel that way, but I can't let you leave." Dream frowned when he said it, almost as if he felt bad about it. Tommy shook his head.

"I'm going home," Tommy repeated. He glared at Dream. Nothing could make him return to Logstedshire. Nothing. Dream took a step towards him, and Tommy unwittingly took one back.

His foot hit nothing but air. He started falling backwards. Dream leaned forward quickly and grabbed his shirt to keep him from falling. He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Tommy, remember what I told you last time you tried to run away?" Tommy looked at Dream with fear in his eyes. Dream was quite literally holding his life in his hands. "I said I'd kill you if you tried it again."

Smirking, Dream let go.

Tommy screamed as he fell. He desperately flailed his arms but couldn't catch himself. He hit the ground and blacked out.

Tommy jolted awake, his heart racing. He hissed in pain and laid back down. His blue eyes searched the room he was in. It was comfortable and felt familiar, but he had no recollection of it. There were two people in the room with him: a man with wings and a piglin.

"Toms, you're awake!" The winged man smiled tearfully. He looked around before realizing the man was talking to him. "You were asleep for about a month. How are you feeling?" the man with wings asked.

"Where am I? And who are you?" He glossed over the man's question; he needed more answers, not more questions.

"Nice joke." The pig laughed. He stopped laughing once he realized Tommy wasn't kidding. The other man stared at him with concern in his eyes.

"You're joking. Tell me you're joking," the man said. His eyes scanned the room for any clues as to who this man was. "How much do you remember?" the man asked him hesitantly.

"My name's Tommy, and I'm sixteen years old. My family- my family..." He didn't know. He tried pushing past the fog in his brain; the answers were just out of reach. He was stopped by an ache in his head. He shifted on the bed and winced.

"Your family?" the piglin prodded. He shook his head in response. The pig sighed. He motioned to himself and the winged man. "We're your family. I'm Techno, your older brother, and this is Philza, our dad. We have another brother. He's, uhm, busy right now."

"I'm related to a pig?" The words tumbled out of his mouth. The more he learned, the more confused he was.

"We're all adopted," the pig- Techno answered tersely. Tommy shrugged and immediately regretted it when a white hot pain coursed through his back. He groaned. "What happened?" He finally noticed the bandages that covered a good portion of his body. He looked to the man for answers.

"What happened?" Phil echoed numbly. He stared at Tommy and started crying softly. He hugged him tightly, and Tommy awkwardly patted his back, ignoring the pain in his back from the hug.

"You fell off a cliff into a ravine," Techno supplied from beside Phil. He nodded; that sounded right. What he was doing on that cliff, he had no idea.

Ignoring the ache in his head, he tried to remember the cliff. He saw a flash of a landscape, a smiley mask, and falling.

Air swirled out from under him, teasing him as he fell. He screamed in fear at the approaching ground. He was going to die, and it would be by the hands of [UNKNOWN]. In that moment, he hated everything. He hated [UNKNOWN] for pushing him; he hated himself for ending up in this position.

The approaching ground sent his whole life flashing before his eyes. Memories flitted by, and Tommy desperately held onto them for some semblance of comfort in his last moments.

Playing in a field with [UNKNOWN] and chasing bees. A second later, and that memory was replaced by [UNKNOWN] exiling him.

Sword fighting with [UNKNOWN] until the sun had sunk far below the horizon. That memory was drowned out by [UNKNOWN] trading him over to the masked man.

Singing with [UNKNOWN] and humming along to his music. [UNKNOWN] with a sword through his chest by the hands of his own father suffocated the happy memory.

Flying with [UNKNOWN]. [UNKNOWN] turned his back on him. He remembered the moment he realized [UNKNOWN] didn't care. It was when he watched him kill the man Tommy had sang with. He squeezed his eyes shut and refused to carry on with that thought. He returned to the memory of flying.

Flying. It felt completely different from falling. He wished someone would catch him, that someone would take him flying.

The ground less than a hairsbreadth away, he made peace with his death. He was going to die, and he couldn't do anything about it. He exhaled softly and braced himself.

Tommy pulled himself out of the burst of memories. They hadn't given him many answers. Techno and Phil looked at him in concern before meeting each other's eyes. They communicated silently before Phil got up and left.

"Tommy, I need you to stay here. Alright? If anyone, and I mean anyone, comes in, I want you to scream as loud as you can and fight with whatever strength you have. Even if you think you know them." The blond nodded, despite his confusion. Techno looked him over once more before leaving the room.

Tommy only had one question: what the hell?
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