[ TommyInnit One-Shots ]

Old Enemies, New Reasonings.

Image : @ Cainternn (?)

Trigger Warnings: Mention of Death, Suicide.

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"Nice to see you again, old friend."

". . ."

"Are you ready to by my 'vessel', once again...?"

":)"

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A small groan could be heard as Tommy sat up, stretching and wincing slightly.

"Good... Afternoon, Tommy." Dream hummed in a monotone voice, his arms crossed as he leaned against the lanturn.

"Shut up." Tommy muttered, his mood instantly dropping as he hugged his knees and stared at the ground with his eyes half lidded.

A chuckle could be heard, causing the teen to instantly look up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, being careful of his black eye. "Now, now, Tommy, that's no way to talk to Dream now, is it?"

"W-Wilbur...?" The blonde's breath hitched as his eyes widened in pure fear. He backed away as far as he could, getting extremely close to the lava, tears formed in the corner of his eyes and he gripped onto his shirt in a struggle to catch his breath.

Wilbur let out a low chuckle as he adjusted his tattered, brown jacket. "Who else would it be?" He hummed happily.

The broken boy's expression turned into one of anger as he stared at the green male. "You...--"

"I brought Wilbur back? I know! Isn't it GREAT, Tommy?! You did say he was like a brother to you!!" The green man sounded ecstatic as he stood up straight, laughing.

"...I will cry--" Wilbur spoke, unamused as he looked at Dream.

Tommy was breathing heavily now, heavily, yet shakily. "YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T-- I TOLD YOU NOT TO BRING HIM BACK!" He yelled, ending up in a small coughing fit after, as tears streamed down his face and he gripped his hair tightly.

Dream just grinned. A large, sadistic grin. "Well unlike you, Wilbur actually answers my questions and helps me!" The criminal laughed, putting an arm around Wilbur, causing Wilbur to roll his eyes with a smirk.

"Tommy, dying isn't that bad, you need to stop being overdramatic."

Those words rung through the youngest's head, opening his eyes and staring at the wall beside the men in shock. Wilbur didn't understand shit. He had wanted to die. Tommy had died against his own will, and for what?! To prove a point?! For an experiment?!

Eventually, the boy snapped. "YOU DONT UNDERSTAND SHIT!" He yelled as he pulled himself off the ground. He was visibly shaking, obviously still weak from the pure torture he had been through.

Dream let go of Wilbur and the two looked at eachother for a moment before looking at Tommy, "What do I not understand huh? I HAD EVERYTHING TAKEN AWAY FROM ME!" Wilbur laughed, throwing his hands in the air in frustration, although he still smiled, not exactly a genuine smile though.

Tommy coughed slightly as he clenched his fists. "And I didn't?" He growled through gritted teeth. "You have no idea what I've been through. But if you must know, how about you talk to that green bastard right there?!"

Wilbur growled lowly, rolling his eyes. "It can't be that bad."

Dream snickered, crossing his arms. "It really wasn't. We had so much fun together!!"

"If you call being suicidal fun, then sure." Tommy muttered as he sat back down, leaning against the wall. He simply ignored the two the best he could, not like he wanted to practically relive the experience.

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Although his opinion may have changed as he watched Dream get knocked to the ground.

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No thoughts. Brain empty. (I don't have my laptop on me so no centering) -Noi