DSMP Oneshots

Blue

Tw: Addiction (he becomes addicted to blue, not drugs, calm down), deaf, blind, main character death

"Maybe try it, just for a little?" Ghostbur lightly suggested as he put another peice of blue in Tommy's chest with the others.

"Yeah, okay," he thoughtlessly agreed, knowing he wouldn't even spare them a glance.

Ghostbur smiled, "Thank you, I'll see you later, okay?" Tommy hummed and Ghostbur took that as an 'okay'. Leaving Tommy alone for the rest of the night.

Tommy continued to hum as he worked on gathering wood, iron, basicly replacing all of hit items that were blown up this morning. He preferred to work at night, the mobs gave him a chance to train himself as he did other tasks. But the magic emitting from his chest in his tent caught his attention every once in a while.

The endless days that turned into cold nights were starting to take a toll on his body, physically and mentally. All Tommy wanted was a break.

Glancing again at the crystles as he packed away his wood, he decided to grab one.

"How does it work?" He stared intently at it, strange words written in an equally strange language were carved into the blue gems. The longer he held it, the dimmer the blue got, but the lighter he felt. "What's it- what's it doing?" He watched as blue writings etched themself painlessly into his skin, starting on his hand and shaking up his arm.

Tommy almost laughed as he realised what it had done, his sadness, the hurt and pain of exile, was dimmed. He could feel himself smile. He hadn't effortlessly smiled since the days of the caravan. "These things are great," he set the dead crystal back in his chest, grabbing another one, "no wonder Wilbur likes these."

He decided to place this new one next to him, the blue light it emitted was comforting in the darkness, and he decided to sleep. The crystal protecting him from nightmares and bad memories.

When hs woke, the crystal had died, but it was the best night of sleep Tommy had been able to get in a while.

He was quickly snapped out of his thoughts by crunching leaves, "Tommy? You up?" Dream's familiar voice called. Shoving the dead crystal into his chest, he ran out of his tent to greet Dream with a smile.

"Morning Dream!"

"What's gotten into you?"

"I dunno," he lied, "I woke up with the feeling today's gonna be a good day."

Dream's mouth curled into a smile to match Tommy's, "well, let's start the day off then, yeah? You know the drill." Tommy nodded and dropped his items into the hole. His happiness fading as he watched his items fall and eventually get blown up. "Well, what now best friend?" Dream turned to Tommy, who smiled at the name.

"Well, I wanna work on my bridge in the nether, I also wanna gather more food, wood, and cobble."

"Alright then, let's get on it! Where do you want to start?" Tommy smiled and pointed to the forest.

"I'll gather wood, then move to cobble, we can work in the nether in a little bit once we have materials," Dream nodded and started walking towards the forest, Tommy jogging over to his tent and grabbing a wood axe from his chest. He paused, his hand hovering over a crystal, before deciding to take it and put it in his pocket.

"What took so long?" Dream questioned as Tommy began to hack at a tree with his axe.

"I couldn't find my axe, it blended it with the rest of the wood."

"You're lucky to have that Axe, I told you everything in the pit," Tommy felt the crystal pulse in his back pocket, but thought nothing of it.

"I did put everything in, everything that was in my inventory," he laughed and Dream reluctantly smiled.

"You are getting away with this once, you hear me? Once." Tommy could hear the smile in the other's voice, but noticed the voice seemed distant, like dream moved farther away. He hadn't, Tommy had had his eyes on dream for the past however long, so it was confusing.

"Okay okay," Tommy laughed off his confusion, going back to chopping wood.

As the days went on, Tommy became more and more reliant on blue. Using 3 a day, then 4, then 10. It made him feel happy, normal. The writing, he learned from Ghostbur, was called galactic. Neither of them knew how to read it, but the more Tommy used Blue the more the galactic showed up on his body. Tiny words were scattered along his cheekbones like freckles, the tips of his fingers were blue, the colour dying up to his second knuckle, and the bright blue words glowed ontop. The words snaked around his arms and found they liked to meet at his chest, just over his heart.

Tommy's vision faded into blindness. Tommy wasn't sure what happened, but kne day he opened his eyes to find he couldn't actually see anything. Same with his hearing, he had no idea Dream had come to see him until a hand was rested on his shoulder. Communicating with Dream and Ghostbur became difficult after that.

But the worst side effect, no one had seen coming.

Ranboo had been coming to see Tommy, hearing how Dream talked about the unresponsiveness of the boy. Walking into the camp, he walked over to the tent, smiling at the sleeping boy.

"Tommy," he whispered. His smile falling as the boy didn't move. In fact, he seemed abnormally still. Walking over, he crouched down and shook the boy, quickly realizing he was deathly cold. That's when he noticed the galactic, phrases littered across his cheeks and arms, and the strange colouration of the boys fingers. Then it hit him, the stillness, it wasn't from sleep, he wasn't breathing. "Oh goodness, Tommy!"

"Ranboo?" Ghostbur called, entering the tent to see the crying ender being.

"He's dead! Ghostbur what happened!?"

The spirit's eyes widened as he looked down at Tommy, "I- I don't, um, I don't know."

Ranboo read the phrases the littered the boy's body.

Along his face there was, 'the world is to cruel for innocence to see' and 'the world is to harsh for the boy to hear'

Along his arms, the phrases read, 'you are loved little one' 'we take your sadness' 'smile, it is so beautiful' 'we protect you from the dark in the world'   Ranboo moved the boy's shirt ever so slightly so he wouldn't violate privacy, but still be able to see where the words continued. The worst phrase was 'we see your pain, we hear your cries, we tried to fix it, but you paid the price, the world is cruel, so instead we take your life, so you may rest instead of endure the rest.'

Ranboo paled reading the words that spiraled over Tommy's heart. "What did this too him?" He sobbed, asking for answers from the clueless ghost.

"I don't know, would you like some blue to help?" Ranboo nodded, searching for any sort of comfort. Taking the crystal and holding it close.

And thus it starts over again

Ayyy, this is an origional au (as far as I know)! Look at how smart I am!  Feel free to use the concept, just tag me for credit and so I can read it! What do y'all think of it? Any improvements or ideas?

Have a wonderful day/night and know you are loved to peices <3