DSMP Oneshots

Let me Die

Tw: I dunno how to label this one tbh, angst??? It's just sad, mate, I dunno what to tell you

Tommy loved the after life. It was peaceful, he could finally relax after having to be on edge for a year. A year of wars, betrayal, friends and family lost. A nation torn down and rebuilt more times than it should have.

Tommy began to shake as he got lost in thought, only realizing he had let tears slip when Wilbur came and whipped them away. "Hey, you're okay. Being dead isn't that bad," Tommy's eyes met Wilbur's, a reassuring smile on the older man's face.

"No," he sighed as he curled into himself more, "it's not that. It's everything. I'm so glad to finally escape it. Being here with you, Schlatt, even Mexican Dream. Washington was right, Dying is easy, living is harder."

Wilbur laughed, it was warm like it used to be before he went insane. During the times of the Drug van and petty little arguments. "Leave it to you to make a Hamilton reference in the after life."

"It's what I'm good at Big Man!"

"We've hit your two month mark of being dead, it means they arent gonna bring you back. You don't have to cry."

"What if Dream's just messing with me though? He likes to do that."

Mexican Dream walked up to them, his music blasting from who knows where, there we no phones in the after life, "ay man, if he could bring people back I would be alive right now! I'm fricken' amazing man!"

Tommy scoffed, leaning back on his hands. He wasn't sure what he was leaning on, everywhere was white, like an infinity room, "yeah, I'm sure Dream would get right on that."

"Don't be a drag man! Let me have my fun!" Mexican Dream lightly kicked Tommy, a smile on his face.

"Yeah yeah, whatever. Just saying, if Dream were to bring someone back, it'd be Schlatt or Wilbur."

"Don't drag me into this kid," Shlatt called from a distance away, depth was hard to perceive when everything was plain.

"Well I'm just saying, you're the useful ones," and as if the universe were punishing him, Tommy's body felt as if it were set on fire. He screamed out,  the three others immidietly rushing to his side.

"What, what is it?"

"It- it burns," he choked out, trying desperately to make the feeling go away. Schlatt and Wilbur looked at eachother, having a suspicion but didn't have enough evidence.

"How can we help dude?" Mexican Dream tried to search for where ever Tommy was hurting, but he looked fine. But then, slowly, they noticed Tommy's colour fading, and he seemed less...solid.

"Tommy," Wilbir says hesitantly, "he'll watch over you from here. We'll be with you, but you have to let go. You-" he sounded pained to say it, "you're being resurrected."

"No," he clung to Wilbur, hoping that would help, "No please! Let me die! Let me die! I don't want to go back! He hurt me, Will, I don't want to go back!"

"Shh, I know baby, I know," Wilbur hugged him close, running his hand through his hair, rocking slightly, "but you have to let go. We'll do our best to keep you safe, but you have to let go."

"No no, I want to stay dead," he cried, his body still burning but he let himself be held by Wilbur, "please Wilbur."

"Let go, Tommy. You're only going to make it worse for yourself if you fight it." Tommy scrunched his nose, tears streaming down his face. Then he vanished, Wilbur falling forward slightly from the suddenness the the person he was cradling disappearing.

"You know we can't watch him," Schlatt looked almost disappointed, his face was hard to read.

"I know," wilbur sighed, a tear in his eyes, "I know."

Wrote this in less than an hour after track practice today. Felt the angst after Tommy was resurrected by that stupid book and that stupid green man.

Tho tbh, Tommy spending time with the dead people would have been more like-

*abels sister theme plays*

Wilbur: Well frick, he's here

Schlatt: Oh please no

Mexican Dream: YEEAH MAN!

As always have a lovely day/night and know you are loved <3