Tommyinnit Oneshots

Recorded In Time (part 2)

Some revive book. As Sam, the prison warden, pulled Dream away from the bloodied Tommy who held tightly to the Axe of Peace while glaring harshly at anyone who stepped to close, everyone pondered what this meant. Wilbur, Schlatt, Mexican Dream. All could come back to life if Dream wanted them to. Insane lads who could manipulate Tommy and Quackity, and probably others until everyone was under Dream's jurisdiction. Tommy shuddered at the thought, but he figured he wouldn't be around long enough for that. Tubbo was alive and free. He didn't have the stress from L'Manberg anymore, Dream was gone, and Tubbo had new friends. He didn't need Tommy. Not anymore. And no one wanted Tommy around, anyway.

        Tubbo found him standing at the edge of the crater, one step away from his demise. Tubbo held him until sundown, telling him a million reasons why he should walk away. They both knew Tubbo was lying. Every excuse Tubbo made was empty and superficial. The real reasons were just that Tubbo loved him and Ranboo wanted to be better friends with him. That was it. That was all Tommy had going for him. Still, Tommy listened to Tubbo, and promised he would find a purpose.

        With Tubbo managing Snowchester and Ranboo breaking down elsewhere, Tommy found himself standing at the prison. What if he climbed to the top and jumped down? Would that be enough for Dream to feel a disturbance? Tommy wondered sourly if Dream would hear his screams, if Dream would laugh or cry or not care at all.

        "What are you doing here?" A voice asked, the person walking out of the prison in a slow carren. Tommy stared blankly at the creeper hybrid, the gas mask covering his lower face while goggles covered his eyes. Without facial features, he was distinguishable by his green hair and pale green skin. Awesamdude, better known as Sam, the warden of Pandora's Vault and redstone master. Tommy didn't know him that well. He was one of the original eight, Tommy knew, but other than that, nothing else. Tommy had been to his bunker once, and Sam offered him a room, but Tommy never took him up on that offer.

        "I... wanted to... build a hotel?" Tommy questioned his own answer. Is that what he wanted? Not exactly. It was one of the ideas he had brainstormed when he told Tubbo he would find a purpose. He imagined being a hotel manager, maybe selling drugs on the side, but overall, he didn't think too hard on it. Tommy wasn't good at talking to people, and his deal making skills were spotty at best. He didn't know what was fair, so he always jokingly said he'd get all the credit or money or whatever.

        "A hotel?" Sam responded, raising an eyebrow. Sam looked Tommy up and down. The teen didn't look that good, he'll admit. Tommy's hair was a greasy mess, and his blue eyes were fogging over every time something wasn't happening. His clothes were messily put on, and sewn back together by someone who knew the basics. His skin was pale, eyes drooping, and he was shaking like a reed in a hurricane. If Sam didn't know anything, he'd say Tommy was bedridden with sickness. But this wasn't some failure of the immune system. This was Tommy's mind and body fighting with each other instead of helping each other with almost no energy to support even a snail. Sam had no doubt that beneath the surface, several of Tommy's organs were taking turns failing, restarting, and malfunctioning. Sam didn't like it. No adult should look like this, let alone a kid.

        "A hotel," Tommy confirmed, going with the lie. What was the worst that could happen? Sam hating him for the rest of the SMP? The hotel being another place that someone would blow up or otherwise destroy? "A big one. Homely one. No wars one. A place where people can stay when they have nowhere to go."
       
"You want me to build it...?" Sam asked, tilting his head. He wondered when the last time Tommy ate, slept, or drank was. Sleep was probably a few naps that were woken from nightmares. Food was definitely a couple apples a day to hold him over, and drink was whenever water fell into his mouth when he fell from a high place and needed to catch himself in water.