Sleepy Bois Inc. Angst Oneshots

Sticks and Stones Part 2

TW: same as last chapter plus blood/ minor gore and mentions of a parent leaving
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Tommy walked into math class having, as usual, had the snot beaten out of him by Dream. He went to sit next to Tubbo and was confused when the brunette refused to meet his eye. Usually, Tubbo waved him over, excited to see his friend, but today... he didn't even look at him.

"Hey, Tubbo," the blond said, trying hard to not let the silence from the boy worry him. "How're you?"

"Fuck off." The blond startled at the response. He rubbed his eyes and pinched himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. He wasn't.

"What?" Tommy asked.

"Don't act like you don't know." Tubbo turned away from Tommy and raised his hand. "Can I get a new seat?" The teacher shrugged before moving him to a seat across the room.

Tommy stared at his best friend who still couldn't look at him. What had happened? He thought about the last few days. Sure, he had been a little more mean and withdrawn than usual, but he hadn't been terrible, had he? What had he done to upset Tubbo?

He couldn't focus for the rest of the day as he pondered what was wrong with his best friend. Even when Dream pulled out a cigarette box and a lighter, Tommy found himself preoccupied.

Dream frowned when he pushed the cigarette on Tommy's side and only got a wince. He slapped Tommy's face.

"Toms, what's up?" Tommy looked at Dream, unfocused, and mumbled something under his breath. "What's that?"

"Fuck you," Tommy growled. Dream smirked.

"Getting tough, bitch boy? Maybe I'll have to pay a visit to Tubbo." Tommy punched Dream. Dream laughed at the boy's weak throw. "By the way, did Tubbo like my text message?"

"Dream, what the hell did you do?" Tommy hissed, stiffening. He stomped his foot down onto Dream's and twisted. The stronger man yelped before shoving Tommy into the wall again.

"I just sent him a little text message, nothing too bad. He thinks it was from you. Shall I read it to you?" Dream clapped happily at his ingenious play. He pulled out Tommy's phone. "Tubbo, I hate you. You're too weird, and you hang out around Ranboo too much. There's a reason your dad left you," he recited.

Tommy shoved away from Dream again and slapped him across the face. His vision swam red with anger. Dream could mess with him as much as he wanted, but he couldn't lay a finger on Tubbo.

Dream shoved Tommy against the wall and pulled out his pocket knife. Tommy shook as he watched Dream play with the knife. Dream pulled his shirt sleeve up and pressed the knife down until it drew blood. Tommy winced, and Dream chuckled.

Tommy finally let out a cry when Dream took the knife down his arm in a straight line. Dream clapped a hand over his mouth roughly. "Shut up, fucker. Someone hears, and you're dead." Tommy nodded with tears in his eyes.

He made another line on Tommy's right arm and two on his left. The boy shoved away from him, so Dream pushed him to the ground. He kicked him in the chest until he was satisfied.

"See you around, bitch boy." Dream smiled. He left Tommy crying on the ground.

Tommy dragged himself up when he realized with a start that it was almost supper time. He'd have to run if he wanted to make it. He sat up and groaned, wishing Dream hadn't been so rough today.

But he knew he deserved it. He was weak.

When he made it home, he was already ten minutes late for supper. He walked in on his family eating. The minute he came in, the supper table went silent. His family stared at him as he joined them quietly.

"Care to explain?" his brother Techno asked. He shook his head, hoping the tears in his eyes weren't noticeable. Phil squinted at him. Tommy silently hoped he wasn't bleeding through his sleeves. He ran away to his room.

He slammed the door and ripped his sleeves up. Blood was slowly seeping out of the cuts on his arms. He grimaced.

"What the fuck?" He spun around slowly to see Wilbur standing in his doorway with his arms crossed. Tommy froze like a deer in headlights. Tears sprang to his eyes, and he cursed himself for being weak.

Without hesitation, he sprinted for his bathroom. He locked himself in and let out a shaky breath. Wilbur knew. Wilbur knew that he was being bullied. He knew. Tommy leaned against the door and sobbed. He felt a weight shift the door behind him.

"Toms, are you okay?" Wilbur asked softly. "Who's hurting you?" He sobbed even harder. He didn't deserve this; he was weak. Dream reminded him every day. He was crying so hard that he had to gasp for breath between each sob. "Toms? Toms! Open the door."

Wilbur left and returned quickly. "I'm coming in," he announced before Tommy heard the dreaded click of the lock. He curled up into a ball, sobbing. A pair of strong arms wrapped around him. He was carried to the kitchen to face Philza and Techno.

"Toms? What's wrong? Is that- is that blood?" Phil asked, fretting over Tommy. Tommy shyly stood behind Wilbur and refused to look at his family.

"I'm... I'm being bullied," he said quietly, his voice thick with tears. He started crying again. He looked up to see his family's faces. They all held expressions of anger. He shrunk under their glares.
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