Tommyinnit oneshots (DISCONTINUED)

Sweet dreams

(Not requested but inspired, heavy angst and sprinkle of manipulation, Dream SMP, tommy has hearing loss
This a vent not gonna lie-)

It was dark and yet too bright at the same time as Tommy opened his eyes, the pitch black void above and around him with the floor being covered in every shade of red poppies.
He had been here before, his muscle memory leading him through the empty feild, this was one of his most ominous but sweet dreams he had in exile.

Across the ocean of black sky he could make out a bench and a large music box, once making his way up to the furniture he saw his disks Cat and Melohi as always.
The blonde picked up the two disks and stared for a bit before absorbing Cat into his inventory and popping Melohi into the music box, laying himself down on the bench peacefully. The music started off as usual, Tommy curling his legs up to his chest and burying his face in his knees.

There was no other sounds except the music, not even an echo, no matter how he moved the bench wouldn't creak, the poppies blowing in a nonexistent wind didn't make a single rustle.
It was all quiet, more quiet then when he normally had this dream, that's when he realized the problem. The floor was no longer poppies but red eyes of all kinds, the rails of the bench being long black tendrils coming from below.

But the wood of the bench was still below him as the tendrils carried him farther and farther away from the music box that kept playing just as loud, all eyes on him.
His breathing was fast, heart beating irregularly, the dream wasn't supposed to go like this.

God knows how far he was from the music box, it was still playing irregularly loud from how he could normally hear things and the eyes were sparce. Any eyes had long vines holding it up from a bottomless pit. The odd things holding the wood he was sitting on were saving him from a deep drop, but not for too much longer.
They slowly began to recede into the darkness and he could loose balance at any second. When he tried to grab onto one it felt slimy and slippery, sticking to his hands.

The last one was directly under him, wrapped around his leg like an octopus to its prey, dragging him down into the abyss that was his mind.

"wHAT THE FU-" Tommy bolted upright and stopped mid-sentence after seeing the looming shadow of a porcelain mask looking at him. The blonde was basically drenched in his own sweat, bringing his hands up to rub his tearing up eyes

He's fucking tired of this shit, okay?
He didn't wanna be here anymore yet he couldn't leave, his body forcing him to sit in bed even as Dream walked into his shitty tent.

His body was tired too apparently.
Not moving a muscle as the masked man scolded him for sleeping in so late, not even fully rendering what Dream was saying with his hurt ears, only picking up a

"such a pitiful child,"

"M' sorry.."

"Don't be, you can't be helped anyhow" the elder sat down on the bed with a sigh, bringing his hand to the back of his head an unbuckled the porcelain mask and absorbed it into  his inventory
"But we can talk about whatever I walked into though,"

"But I-"

"That wasn't a question, tell me what's wrong"
Tommy frowned, fumbling with his fingers. Dream tutted as a sign to hurry up.

"It was just a nightmare, I haven't had any in a long time.." the blue eyed boy tossed off his thin blanket and stood up, gathering the items Dream would need to blow up from his inventory and stepping outside.
"I've had it before though, it's normaly very bittersweet in a way instead of horror hell,"
The sand was rough as he had no shoes nor socks and let the man before him dig a shallow hole.

The hiss of T'N'T and loud boom were just about audible enough to leave a ringing sting in Tommys ears. He didn't know why his hearing became shit over time in exile,
Perhaps it was just the explosives themselves, maybe his eyesight would go bad too.

"Now, how is this dream of yours bittersweet?" Dream sat down on the sand and summoned a fishing rod

"I have my disks"
The green fabric of Dreams sweater shuffled as he tossed out the fishing line, eyebrows quirking up in intrest
"But I'm all alone, there's never anyone there except this time,"

"Who was it?"

"Nobody specifically, I would comparw it to stage fright or something. All eyes on you, litteraly."
Dream hummed, realing in his rod that had a salmon caught on its hook.

"Ironic, considering nobodys here for you,"

"Yeah.."