Chicago

Part 1

His fluffy golden blonde hair bounced as he sprung in the air shooting his shot into the basketball hoop, only to miss. The orangish ball bounced back to eryn, the burnet smiled as he looked the younger.

A/N: Idk if he's older I also don't care bc uh Tommy is kind engraved in my brain as younger than everyone.

"You suck." Eryn remarked, the child groaned rolling his eyes. Trying to hide his grin, he enjoyed these times away from his computer worrying about two hundred people watching him.

"I will fucking break your phone again." He threaten, the older ignored him and went to go shoot a shot, but also missing. "You are also shit."

A notification came from his cell phone, his toothy grin falling as he read it.

Tubbo
Hey big man I'm sorry I know I promised to stream w/ you but ranboo wants to do a stream sorry.

"Hey Tom, what's wrong?"

"Tubbo cancelled." He said grabbing the ball.

"Again? I'm sorry man." Tommy shrugged, and threw the ball at the basket, surprisingly making it.

They did this for another few hours, until it started getting dark. The younger said goodbye to his friend and ran off towards his house, until he felt some one punch him hard in the face knocking him out.

The bright light blinded him, he heavily breathed as he took in his surroundings. Where am I? He thought, it was a small space, a tray of utensils. It was piping hot, like the sixteen year old just spent a day in the summer of Florida.

"Hello Tommy." A deep voice said submerging from the shadows, the man loomed over the kid with a dark look in his eyes, screamed of a mixture of psychotic and mischief.

"Look, I'm going to need you to text in your Dream smp discord, and tell them these exact words, 'Hey guys, my parents are taking me out on a vacation, I just wanted you guys to know that there's no cell reception.' " The younger furrowed his eyebrows.

"And if I don't?" The shaking voice of a sixteen year old said, the older forcefully punched him, making Tommy let out a pained groaned. "F-Fine i will."

The dark haired man hovered over the golden blonde's shoulder, watching him type out the exact words he told him to into the Dream smp discord chat.

"I-I did it." The older gave him a cynical grin and ruffled his fluffy hair, then went to the silver tray filled with blades, syringes, a saw, and lots of other things. The stranger grabbed the crystal white syringe, and filled it up with something, Tommy couldn't figure it out.

"Where am I?" He asked, as the man stood at the silver tray.

"I drugged you and flew you to Chicago." What the fuck?!

"W-What is that?"

"Its Dilaudid " He started to walk over to Tom, he started to struggle, trying to get as far away from the drug filled syringe. Even though it was impossible.

"Get that the fuck away from me." He spat out, his eyes started to sting, blurring. He felt something get stabbed into his skin, eventually everything faded into black.

"Don't worry it will help you."

"Wilbur!" He cackled, as the musician tried to do the splits in front of him. It was the second ever time he got to meet up with the older, his brother.

"Like you could do any better!" The blonde shrugged as he got on to the ground, struggling to get into the split position, Wilbur started to chuckle. "Told you."

"Shut up you wanker."

"WaNkER." The curly burnet mocked him, making the gremlin flip him off.

The boys eyes flutter open, he started to try to gasp up for air, choking up on some saliva. A figure started to become more clear, he winced in pain.

That was it every day, he would get a little slicey dicey on his skin, or maybe get burned, getting drugged up, constantly getting yelled at about the fact that he was worthless, disgrace any terrible things, the sick smile of the black haired man was engraved into the blondes brain. The sixteen year old got torchered for two weeks.

On the fourteenth day, the man unchained him, a gun pointing toward his head as they walked out of the room. Tommy immediately took notice that they were in a cemetery, it sort of smelled.

"Come on, take this shovel and dig your grave." Tommy took a sharp breathe and started digging, about half way through the man got distracted, looking around, paranoid. The younger took that as a advantage. Punch the old fucker in the face, and knocked him out the boy leaned down to search his pockets to find what he was searching for.

The Dilaudid.

He took it, and started to limp out of the place, he breathed heavily as he tried to find his way around the cemetery, the air was foggy, it was hard to see.

But eventually he got out of the cemetery, now it was a whole forest.