We Could Be Heroes, Big Man

17

Tommy wasn't exactly sure where he stood. It wasn't home, it wasn't school, it wasn't the prison—well it was definitely some kind of prison.

The hall he stood in was lined with prison cells, people chained inside each and every one. It was a shock to see every cell occupied. Not to mention that they all look defeated, like they had lost the fight—but the fight for what?

As Tommy walked down the hall, the more sad and defeated looking they got. He even noticed some were small children holding onto their tears.

Tommy kept walking until his eyes landed on someone he thought he would never see again.

His eyes were dragged, shadowed by purple. His hair was longer than normal, tangled as if a rat had began living in it, but still the same brunet color it was before. He had the most chains connected to his body—to his wrists, his ankles, his neck.

Tommy fell to his knees in front of his cell, eyes wide with tears threatening to spill. His hands clenched the bars of the cell. He tried to speak but nothing came out, and his eyes were shut.

Slowly, he watched his best friend's eyes open, focused on the floor.

"Tubbo." Tommy turned to the neighboring cell mate that had called Tubbo's name. "Tubbo, did it work?"

"I don't know." Tubbo said sadly. "He's so far, and I've never heard of it working at such a far distance."

His neighbor slouched, sulking. "At least you tried."

"But if it did." Tubbo grabbed ahold of the cell bar. "Tommy, please help. The entrance to this place looks like an old shed. It's surrounded by spruce trees and lots of grass. I don't know where we are exactly, but please, before more of them arrive and destroy the world of what we know now."

Wait, was Tubbo. . . Alive? Was he currently breathing the same air on earth as him? Was he in this cell waiting for rescue?

Tommy looked down at the spilled blood on the floor. He didn't like the look of blood, but he needed to show Tubbo somehow that he heard him.

He stuck his finger in the blood, and he heard a gasp from the smaller brunet.

He drew 'ok' upside down so it was facing Tubbo in the blood.

Before anything more happened, Tommy was back in his math classroom with an irritated teacher lecturing him for sleeping in his class.

He sat up, and moved a hand to run his eye, but paused. One of his fingers were stained with blood.

It wasn't a dream?

—

"It worked!" Punz threw a fist in the air, and the entire hall bursted in cheers of happiness. Some fell into tears they were so happy.

Tommy saw him—heard him. He may of not been able to bring him here physically, but spiritually was enough. And sometime soon he would be seeing his best friend again, and getting his power back.

He would fight for these people, for their freedom and his. He was not going to let these wack jobs continue to think they were some demi-gods right out of Percy Jackson.

  The celebration was shut down quick when the door from down the hall slammed open. Heavy footsteps started down the hall, and the entire place went quiet.

  The footsteps stopped in front of Tubbo's cell, and when he looked up, he was surprised to see Dream.

  Tubbo gulped.