Tommyinnit Oneshots

Doors

A/N - This is for tasblacc, thank you for sending the prompt! I'm also working on that time loop AU for ya, but I had an idea for this one. Unfortunately, he does not end up in a fancy/chaotic place, I did stray from the prompt a bit for that part, and I apologize for that.

The characters in this are technically OCs, but their personalities are inspired by people I know.

Letting you know now since I realized in editing that it wasn't clear, this is SMP Minecraft AU, and please ignore the IRL references.

TW: Storms, swearing

"Tommy! Quickly, get inside!" Wilbur shouted over the screaming wind. Tommy struggled to fight off the strong gusts pulling him back, and it felt like they were determined to keep him outside.

The storm had come out of nowhere, whipping everything that wasn't attached to the ground into the air, including people. Tommy and a few others had been outside, but now Tommy was the only one that needed to get to safety. Wilbur was gripping the doorframe with one hand and reaching the other out to Tommy, who was trying as hard as he could to take it. The rain was pelting down, sending little stings through his skin with their force. 

As soon as he brushed Wilbur's fingers, his vigor was renewed and a second later he was gripping the man's hand tightly and being hauled inside. The door shut, the wind and rain stopped, and he let out a relieved sigh. His brother wrapped him up in a warm hug, breathing heavily, but Tommy couldn't focus.

He was warm and quickly drying off, but he felt a pull to something outside. Had he forgotten someone? No, he had made sure everyone was safe. So why was something telling him to go outside?

He shook off the feeling and hugged Wilbur back, and they spent the rest of the night with warm soup under heavy blankets, talking and laughing and trying to ignore the storm. They soon went to bed, but in the quiet and the dark, Tommy felt that pull again, getting stronger and stronger. He found himself pulling off the covers of the bed, padding down the stairs, gripping the front door- 

As soon as the lock disengaged, the door was ripped open and Tommy was exposed to that awful wind. But he was no longer in control of his body, and soon he was being dragged around by the gusts of wind. Far away, he heard someone screaming his name, and he realized with a start that it was Wilbur. 

This was a nightmare. He felt like his skin would bleed from the sharpness of the rain, like the wind was slowly making him go deaf, like any second he would get pulled up into the sky and violently dropped back down again. He shut his eyes tight, and the wind spun faster and faster until everything was still and quiet. 

He was too scared to open his eyes, so he let himself observe his surroundings by feeling. He felt something soft beneath his feet, not quite as soft as grass, more like carpet. On his face and hands, he felt warm, still air. It was silent, and he had a feeling if he made a noise, it would echo very, very far. 

He cracked one eye open, then another, and what he saw made him fall on his butt. 

It was a huge hallway, ceilings reaching up impossibly high, stretching in front of him farther than his eye could see, and dark green doors neatly lining each wall. Every once and a while there was a piece of art, and Tommy thought he could walk down this hallway for days admiring each one, so that's what he did.

He didn't know how long he walked, and he had lost count of the number of paintings and sculptures and other types of artwork he had looked at. Suddenly, his feet stopped, and he felt the pull grow stronger than ever. He turned to the side and saw a door, but the painted wood wasn't blank - instead, it had his name printed neatly in white.