Tommyinnit Oneshots

Allium Duo Short

        @krywrit3

Pain is a universal condition. It is a state where the body and mind agree that everything is not as it should be, that something needs to change.

        Tommy has felt pain before. All sorts of pain. He has felt betrayal, when the mind screams of hatred but the soul begs for love. He has felt wounds, when the body wants to throw in the towel but the mind is pushing for more movement. He has felt loneliness, when the body yearns for touch and the soul prays for someone to come closer. He has felt depression, when the mind and soul have shattered beyond recognition but the body holds carefully to all sparks of life that flutter in the deepest parts of the heart and lungs. He has felt grief, when love, the cruelest emotion of all, could not escape the soul so it placed strain on the body and mind.

        What he felt now wasn't anything like all that. In those times, some part of Tommy was clinging to life, pulling him through the shadows into the light. What Tommy felt now was not being able to feel his soul, body, or mind. Tommy was aware that he was alive, and sometimes he could feel a breeze brush against his skin, but Tommy had no idea where he was or who was with him. He didn't know if he was standing or sitting. Sometimes Tommy couldn't tell if he was asleep or awake. Everything was the same. It was a numbing dullness that conquered all rationality or hallucinations that used to keep Tommy going.

        He wasn't alone. Someone was gripping his hand. At least, he thought someone was. There was a pressure that felt like a hand, and he was pretty sure that the pressure was applied to his own hand. Though, Tommy wouldn't be able to tell if they were choking him or holding his hand with how aware he was of his own body. He was vaguely sure that the person was talking, but Tommy couldn't force his mind to put definition to the sounds. The person was probably worried about Tommy. That, or they were preparing him for his neck getting chopped off.

        All too suddenly, something cold washed over Tommy. He blinked as he lifted his hands to his eyes. His fingers touched together, and Tommy realized he had been splashed with water. Tommy flexed his hands before looking forwards. Ranboo was in front of Tommy, leaned down while holding an iron bucket with water droplets going towards the bottom to show it had been filled with water a moment ago. Tommy tapped on the bucket one with his pointer finger, and Ranboo audibly sighed in relief. Tommy blinked at him as arms wrapped around Tommy's shoulders. "I'm sorry I did that. You've been here for a week without moving at all, and I was so worried that I took drastic measures."

        "Where'd you get the water from?" Tommy whispered with a hoarse voice, tapping against the bucket again. Ranboo looked at the iron, watching a few drops of water spill from the lid. Ranboo looked to his arms, the fabric damp from hugging Tommy. It did hurt, but it was a minor sting that Ranboo could handle.

        "From your irrigation system over there," Ranboo nodded to where Tommy had a small garden built under the path that bridged Tommy's land to the rest of the Prime Path. It was a rather small garden that would need to be replanted constantly for someone to get three meals a day. It was overgrown now, and Ranboo would deal with that once he fed Tommy something and moved him inside.

        "Danger," Tommy muttered as he tapped on Ranboo's Enderman arm. Ranboo released a soft chuckle. He pulled Tommy into another hug, practically dragging the blonde off the bench that had been his resting spot for that entire week. Tommy didn't fight against the contact, but he didn't make a move to hug back. Tommy remained in Ranboo's arms until his eyes started drooping. Ranboo played with Tommy's hair, scratching his scalp lightly to make Tommy even more tired. This plan worked because in a matter of seconds, Tommy's body was slumped against Ranboo. The half Enderman picked Tommy up to carry him back to Snowchester where not only was there a warm room waiting, but a very mother-hen Tubbo who would be able to force-feed Tommy without the blonde getting upset about the predicament.