DreamSMP one-shots ||

// See you soon. //

hey guys :(

this one's rlly sad, I'm guessing you might know what it's about if you've seen Tommy's most recent stream. this one's pretty heavy, so please be careful, read the warnings below & take care of urself. enjoy </3

TW/CW: (Slightly graphic) physical abuse, death, derealization/dissociation, blood, mentions of razors/sharp objects, etc.
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Tommy wasn't sure when it had started; it all seemed to happen in a flash, but at the same time it felt like the moment lasted for much longer.
Tommy remembered freaking out, having a complete meltdown. He'd been stuck in the small—too small— obsidian prison for 8 days. One more day than Sam said, and he couldn't take it any longer.
He'd already screamed so much in the past few days his voice was hoarse when he tried to again, and even when he talked normally it felt like nails were scratching down his throat.
Dream told him to shut up, told him he was annoying; the same crap he always spewed. Tommy could feel the anger and frustration and every emotion identical, rising up inside his chest like waves that were bound to crash onto shore at some point. Tommy was never good at controlling his emotions, he was always brash and boisterous with a thundering voice that never ever gave up. He was losing control again, and he wasn't going to hold back now.
"You never had a resurrection book— it was all bullshit!" Tommy said, irritation strangling his tone. "I was an idiot for ever listening to you in the first place." he mumbled, standing only a few feet away from the green clad man.
"It's not bullshit. You'll see— once I'm out of here—"
"Shut the fuck up! You're not getting out of here! I'll make sure you fucking rot in here till you fucking die." Tommy argued. His palms were sweaty as he clenched his fists, his skin burned because of his everlasting anger.
"Oh come on. You can't get Wilbur back if I'm gone, can you? Or Tubbo— or anyone for that matter." Dream said, standing his ground.
"You're just a fucking liar! A filthy filthy fucking liar!" Tommy stepped forward, shoving Dream with all his strength (which wasn't very effective). This wasn't the first time Tommy had tried to put his hands on Dream, and it certainly wasn't Dream's in vice versa. Dream took it like he was made of stone, but he could feel his own annoyance building up as Tommy kept and kept and kept pushing him. "You're a piece of shit! A piece of shit who deserves to be fucking dead!"
Dream pushed him back, but Tommy persisted. "I'll— I'll fucking end you! I could kill you right now if I wanted, you know I fucking could!" Obviously, this wasn't true. But Tommy was so scared as well as feeling so many other emotions that he just wasn't built to handle. He had to act confident, he had to show Dream that he couldn't control him anymore. He was too afraid of what would happen if he didn't.
Dream laughed a disgusting, manic laugh that Tommy had only heard him spit once before— back in exile.
"You're so funny, you know that?" Dream was trying to catch his breath. Tommy stood back and watched in shock, his own chest heaving.
"You— You're nothing. You're nothing, and you know you're just lying. You always lie, you always have been." Tommy spat. "You're fucked up in the head, you know that?"
Dream had composed himself by this point. "Don't fucking push me Tommy. Trust me, you don't want to—"
"What Dream, what are you going to do? Bring Schlatt back? Oh wait— you fucking can't." Tommy said, and Dream's expression only steeled further. He knew he was pushing Dream's buttons, especially now that Tommy knew the ways Dream had been able to control him like a puppet, he knew exactly how to piss him off.
"Tommy..." Dream scolded, almost as a warning. The boy was too heated to notice let alone be cautious of it.
"You can't!— admit it. For once in your worthless fucking life, admit that you're nothing compared to what you say you are!" Tommy screamed, razors driving down his throat once again. He didn't care, and neither did the dark, dark walls of the room that grabbed his screams in tight fists and held them so unforgivingly for nobody else to hear.
Dream snapped, lunging forward and throwing Tommy to the floor. He pounced on top of the boy, tired of mercy. He was never one to show it, and despite holding off almost the entire time Tommy had been locked in the prison with him; he just couldn't seem to help himself anymore. It was a type of lust that Dream had developed only mere weeks after the annoying fuck had joined his SMP.
So here they were; Dream straddling Tommy whose jutting backbones dug into the hard ground. There was no time to see Tommy's expression; they were both blinded by both uncontrolled and controlled actions and emotions that were bound to be fatal anyway.
Dream brought his fist up, only to swing it down. A shock of pain shot up all throughout the young boy's face, and it didn't stop. Another, and another, and blood was covering Dream's hand but he didn't stop. Another, terrible sounds of skin bashing against skin but he wouldn't have been able to hear it anyway.
Dream suddenly gripped his shoulders, pulling him up only to slam him back into the ground.
Tommy choked on his own blood, his head feeling like it could explode. Everything was blurry for him; the pain half numb from adrenaline. He could hardly open his eyes, and when he did he saw through a mixed black and red vignette. The pain only kept coming.
He didn't have time to think, it all happened in only a minute. Tommy stilled as he gave up, but Dream only picked his already limp shoulders up to slam him down one final time. He didn't hold back one bit.
So much pain. It burned every nerve in Tommy's body.
A faint ringing sounded in the back of his ears he never thought end.
And then....
Nothing but darkness.