Tommy-Centric Stories and Writitings

The "Foolish" Accident || Blindinnit AU

Warnings:
Violence, Manipulation, Injuries,

Additional Warnings for Part 4: Animal Death, Descriptions of Corpses and decomposition

Description:
(Part One) Tommy messed up. Dream found his little stash under Logsted and was angry as all hell. A stick of dynamite got a bit too close to Tommy and left some lasting damage.

(Part Two) Tommy learns the differences between sounds, and finds an odd one... following him?

(Part Three) Tubbo tries his best to convince Tommy to return, but it's a tad hard with two angry Anarchists.

(Part Four) Tommy decided to take his life into his own hands and go for a little walk. Life is never that simple.

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Part One : Lost Sight
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"Dream, please don't- I didn't mean to, I swear."

Tommy had been doing so good recently; compliant, soft-tones, and all around such a good friend. Dream was suspicious, to say the least.

"No, no- please! I'll listen, I swear!"

So when Dream visited his dear friend next, he decided to pay a bit more attention to the boy. It's then that he saw the way Tommy would flinch at the raise of his voice, how he'd start shaking the closer Dream got to the small home in Logsted.

"Put the TNT down, Dream, please. We don't- you don't need to do this."

Dream had accidentally stumbled upon Tommy's private little stash below the floor. He thought his response to finding it was pretty valid.

Blow it up.

Everything- every. last. item Tommy had would be destroyed. Everything the boy gathered, everything Dream had graciously given him, all of the structures Tommy slaved over was blown to pieces under his feet. Still, it did little to quell the anger Dream had building in his chest. "You disobeyed me, went behind my back, and hid items I took to protect you. You need to learn a lesson, Tommy."

Dream began digging the familiar hole in the ground, lighting a piece of dynamite in preparation. "Put everything in your pockets in the hole. Everything. Your stupid little compas, your bandana, all those pictures of your precious Tubbo. All of it."

"Dream, please- I learned my lesson! I swear, I did!" Tommy begged, voice choked with emotion. "Please, no more."

"You wound me Tommy," Dream hissed. "You knew what you were doing the whole time. You knew it would upset me."

Tommy's eyes watched the fuse slowly burn away, a silent countdown between him and Dream. He felt fear boil in his chest and froze him in place. "No- no, I wouldn't do that to you, we're friends! I would never!" His tongue felt like lead in his mouth.

Dream stepped closer, the stick of TNT practically shoved in Tommy's face. "I know what you were doing, I knew you were hiding something."

Light flickered across the smiling mask, the flame's light giving it a more intimidating appearance. Dream pressed the explosive close to the teen and sneered at the fear across Tommy's face. The fuse burned out, a second of silence filled the air before a ricocheting bang. Dream dropped the stick before it blew, taking a few steps back and using his arms to shield his face and mask.

Tommy fell backwards with a shriek of pain, the blast hitting his skin full-force. A shrill ringing filled the otherwise silent, destroyed clearing. The boy pressed his palm firmly against his ears, drawing back as the sticky, familiar liquid coated his hands. Blood.