mcyt/random oneshots

the prison

<<spoilers for april 29th tommyinnit lore dsmp stream :]

enjoy this little drabble bc holy fuckkk>>

Invisibility potions. Invis Pots.

Everyone knows of them. You brew them for quick pranks on your friends. Some people use them to sneak out of their homes without their parents knowing.

Tommy never really had a home, or parents so he didn't quite understand that last one.

Well. Techinically you could count Phil as his father. Tommy only lived with Techno for a little while though.

What they don't tell you about invis pots though is that they give you this- this feeling, these bubbles that float through your veins and make you feel like you're a ghost but without the death part.

It gets you high, but without the addiction of normal rejuvenation or speed pots or most normal potions.

Well, Tommy wasn't sure about the addiction part, but he certainly knew he never wanted to go near an invis pot again if he could help it.

It was that high, that feeling like he was on top of the world, that caused him to swing.

Dream had been right there- How could Tommy have restrained himself? He was right fucking there, within reach, and all Tommy had to do was clip him in the neck and it'd all be over. This neverending fucking nightmare would be over and Tommy could finally die happy.

But he pulled out the axe too soon.

he couldn't help it.

it was the invis pot.

please, ghostbur had to believe him.

as he drank the milk, he could feel the godlike feeling wash away and felt almost naked in front of sam, his body visible to the warden.

tommy sas shaking. he didnt mean to- he didnt want dream to be free- ehy couldnt sam just tfufcking listne to him??

tommy felt like sobbing but held back the tears. he woudlnt cry in front of that sick green bastard.

as he waired for dream to come back from whereever the hell he was, tomny yelled for ghdotbur.

comforting ghostbur, tommy didnt know whether he was comforting himself as well.

he finally let the tears slip as dream came back, gripping ghostbur's arm tight enough to draw blood.

ghostbur was sobbing.

ghiost never cried.

tommy wanted to punch sam, make him take tommy over there to get ghostbur.

he would have killed sam.

"TOMMY PLEASE! PLEASE TOMMY DON'T LET HIM REVIVE WILBUR- PLEASE- PLEASE PLEASE DON'T- I CAN'T- TOMMY!"

ghostbur's cries tore into his ears and Tommy broke down.

"GHOSTBUR I WON'T LET HIM, I WON'T LET HIM, DREAM YOU SICK FUCKING BASTARD, DON'T YOU DARE!" He screamed back, barely feeling the words leaving his mouth through the tears.

Tommy heard a click from behind him and whipped around, his eyes widening as he saw Sam's hand drop away from one of the buttons on the wall.

A burst of hot air ruffled Tommy's hair and he felt like throwing up.

As the lava dropped, Tommy forgot the fire resistance potions in his inventory.

It was too late anyways.

Right before the lava fully sealed up Ghostbur in this fucking tomb that Tommy knew so well it became his grave.

Dream slit ghostbur's throat, coating the revival book with blue.

The ghost dissappeared, and Tommy let the dam burst.

It was his fault.

It was his fault.

It was his fault.

If he had just been a little more fucking careful.

If he had brewed just a little less potent invis pot.

If he hadn't listened to Sam and just waited for Dream to come closer.

It was too late for any of that though.

Ghostbur was dead.