[ TommyInnit One-Shots ]

Hero/Villain Duet Prequel.

Trigger Warnings: Arguing, Injuries(?).

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A blonde teen was awoken by the sound of lava being drained, making the male instantly sit up with a hopeful expression. As he did so he heard a shaky gasp.

"T-Tommy...? No-- N-No, you're--" Sam stumbled over his words, clenching his fists as he stared at the beaten up boy. The very boy who had died not too long ago. Sam quickly shook his head, the tears in his eyes falling down his face under his mask. He had to get him out of there.

"I'm getting you out Tommy, I'm so, so sorry..." He bit his lip, not making eye contact with the teen as he motioned to the corner of the cell.

Tommy paused, staring at the creeper-like man. He looked so... lost. Both of them did.

Sam's lip quivered slightly as he spoke, "Tommy- Please. Please go stand in the water..." He pleaded softly, trying not to alarm him, as the blonde seemed so fragile.

Tommy winced as he attempted to get up. Sam stared in horror at this, on the verge of crying. It was all his fault after all...

"Y'know what, Tommy, stay there, I'm coming over." Sam struggled as he pulled out an enderpearl and pearled over to the boy, his hands shaking out of pure shock. Once he got teleported beside him, he carefully picked him up, holding him close as if he was going to suddenly disappear.

Sam once again struggled to get out an enderpearl, this time the task being even more of a struggle as he was holding a 'child'. Once he got out the enderpearl he through it back over to the control area.

The green haired male instantly poured the lava back down and dropped in some potatoes for the green bastard before making his way out the prison.

Sam thought it would be beat to bring Tommy with him through the guard exits/entrances as it was much quicker. The boy needed to be treated, and fast... Perhaps Puffy could help

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By now Sam had left Tommy with Puffy for a day. The reason being he was just in a state of pure shock and was trying to process everything.

As the man made his way back to the Captain's house he fidgeted with his sleeves while his arms were crossed.

The green haired male hesitated before opening the door to the woman's house, instantly pausing once he had entered.

"Puffy, where's Tommy...?" He spoke in a serious, concerned tone.

Puffy sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. "I think he's at his house... He left not too long ago."

Sam nodded in response, giving her a small smile under his mask as a thank you before he exited the home.

It didn't take long for the man to arrive at the teens house, but when he did, oh boy was he in for a surprise.
The sight he saw when he entered the boy's home wasn't pleasant to say the least.

There, curled up on the ground, was Tommy. The boy was covered in multiple bandages as well as multiple cuts, bruises, ect. One of his eyes seemed to be damaged, which he most likely couldn't see out of properly.

Sam stared at the teen in a state of shock, it took him a whole 5 seconds to react. "Tommy-! Are you o--"

The man was cut off, "Fuck off!" The younger choked out, burying his face into his arms to hide the fact that he was crying.

Sam's expression faltered as he stopped making his way over to him. "Tommy, you're still hurt, I cant just--" He tried once again to help the boy, only to be cut off. Again.

The teen quickly sat up, clearly pissed. "STOP ACTING LIKE YOU CARE! STOP TRYING TO BE A HERO, SAM!!" He screamed, tears streaming down his face at a rapid rate.

Tears formed in the elder's eyes, "Tommy please-- I'm sor-" He struggled out, reaching out a hand towards the younger.

"JUST STOP IT!! I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ANYMORE! I HATE ALL OF YOU BASTARDS ON THIS SEREVER!" The teen shuffled back, getting as far away from the creeper-hybrid as possible while gritted his teeth in frustration.

There was a moment of an uncomfortable silence as the blonde gripped his hoodie and the other kept his head down.

Eventually, Sam left without another word, a hissing noise could be heard as he did. It wasn't like a creeper hiss however, it sounded much quieter and somehow sad.

Tommy watched as the man exited his home, tears still falling down his bruised face. He didn't even bother to wipe them away, as it would most likely hurt if he did.

Across the room laid a flint and steal laid on the top step...

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"Tubbo, I-I- I need your help... Something's wrong with Tommy..."

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This is what happens when I have a mental breakdown. ANGST HAH -Noi