Tommyinnit Oneshots

Shown in the Past (part 3)

Tommy wouldn't let Sam leave until he was asleep. Sam had seen the fear and panic in his eyes as Tommy begged Sam not to leave him. Sam had to swear for five minutes that he wouldn't abandon Tommy for the blonde to settle down enough for Sam to leave. He would be back, obviously. Nearly an hour ago he told Tommy that he would do anything for him.

"Puffy," Sam called as he walked into the therapy office. The sheep hybrid left an office with a smile on her face. The office wasn't open yet since there were some things left to do, but it was coming along nicely. Sam could sense the warmth and comfort the place was emitting into the air.

"Sam, hello! You came to talk about Tommy, yes?" Puffy asked when she saw Sam outside her office. She sat down on a green bench, patting the spot beside her for Sam to sit down. Sam lowered himself down with a long sigh, rubbing his face tiredly. Puffy noticed. "Did something happen?"

"I expected him to be... fragile, I guess. I never expected what he told me. I got mad at something I was making for the hotel, and he told me that I could hit him. He said Wilbur and Dream did that when they were angry. We all know Dream and Wilbur did bad things, but everything I've read about Tommy never mentions their behavior towards him. I knew it wasn't good, but... they hit him to relieve stress. Now, he thinks it's okay for people to do that. He would rather me hit him than something I've made. He thinks that my creations are worth more than he is," Sam said. "He doesn't know who he is. He knows what everyone has told him. That he's a monster, the root of all the evil on this Server. People have been trying to kill him relentlessly, and he takes it. He would probably be dead by now if Sam Nook- an automaton I made to protect him- didn't step in. To add to his trauma, I think he has separation anxiety. He nearly panicked when I tried to leave."

"Until we know what Dream and Wilbur did, we might not know exactly what his mental state is. It pains me to know that no one is trying to get him to open up. He probably doesn't have anyone to turn to," Puffy muttered sadly, knowing full well that her son was responsible for this child's mental state.

"He doesn't believe that he's a child," Sam said, feeling like he could finally break down. It hurt him to see Tommy silently suffering. Nothing of the child that the history books remained, just a poorly worn mask that was crumbling as the days wore thin. Sam didn't know what he was getting into, his promise ringing in his head. He swore to protect that kid. He wouldn't stop now that he was getting a glimpse of how difficult it would be.

"As for solving the problem... First, we need to convince him to move in with you. With all these mental issues, I wouldn't be surprised if something like an unhealthy coping mechanism came from it. Maybe he doesn't eat frequently enough or has nightmares when he should be asleep. Heaven forbid, it's something worse," Puffy said with an anxious expression. Sam let his eyes fall to the ground. Tommy never fought back when someone tried to kill him...

"Thanks, Puffy. I'm going to schedule therapy sessions for him as soon as this place opens. I'll find some way to convince him to come. For now, I'm meeting with Tubbo and Ranboo," Sam said, nodding along. He gave Puffy a hug before he was off for Snowchester.

It was a little way to walk before he got there, but it was still daylight when he arrived. He knocked on the door and was ushered in by Tubbo who claimed it was far too cold to dwindle outside. The inside was warmed by a fireplace in the corner, surrounded by bookshelves and knickknacks. He could hear Ranboo talking to someone upstairs, but the voice that responded was more grumblings than English words. It sounded like the language Tommy would sometimes curse in, Piglin he called it.

"What brings you here, Sam?" Tubbo asked quietly, glancing towards the roof and a ladder that led upwards. Sam was suspicious, but he didn't ask about it. That wasn't his business nor the reason for the visit. If Tubbo and Ranboo wanted to house a Piglin for whatever reason, he would let them deal with the consequences.