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🏹The Consequences🏹

  Trigger warning! Abuse, manipulation, murder, panic attacks, death, blood

   This is an idea I've seen, and I wanted to write a version myself!

  Tommy was shaking, he couldn't even think straight as Ranboo yelled at Sam in front of him.

  Tommy and Ranboo had been talking, just relaxing for the day and hanging out. When Sam showed up and lifted Tommy by the neck, yelling at him for something about the prison.

  "I-I didn't go near the p-prison, Sam! I swear!" Tommy struggled to get out, his hands gripping at the creeper's arm to get him to let go.

  "If you didn't go near the prison, then how did Dream escape?! From what I remember, you were the only person that could've possibly let it happen!"

  Ranboo grabbed Sam's shoulder, making him turn to face the enderman before getting punched in the face.

Sam let go of Tommy, rubbing his face with one hand as he turned to face Ranboo. Tommy fell to his knees, starting to hyperventilate and panic from the news of Dream's escape.

  Neither mob person noticed as the panicked teen's undead brother walked up and swiftly led Tommy away, taking advantage of his panic and fear.

When Ranboo finally stopped yelling at Sam, he realized that his friend was no longer sitting down behind the creeper.

  "Oh no, I think Tommy might've ran off.." He sighed, the creeper still hissing quietly in front of him.

"Just leave, Sam. You've caused enough damage. I need to call Puffy and Tubbo." The enderman growled at the Warden, pulling out his communicator.

  Sam just huffed and walked off, his hissing still prominent as he left. Ranboo dialed his husband's number, his own worry and panic starting to set in for Tommy, hoping he was safe.

   In all reality, Tommy was far from safe. He was sat in the corner of a room, hugging himself and crying. On the other side of the room, Wilbur and Dream were talking. But Tommy couldn't hear them, even if he stared them down to see if they would hurt him.

  After a long conversation, Wilbur nodded to something Dream had said and left the room, closing the only door behind him. Then Dream turned and walked over to Tommy, making the teen scoot back against the wall in fear.

Dream raised his hand, Tommy flinched away, but the hand only pat his hair gently.

  "Now now, Toms, it's alright." Dream said, the bittersweet fake friendliness in his voice, Tommy recognized from exile.

"You a-arent a-allowed to call m-me that!" Tommy squeaked, trying to get Dream's hand off his head.

  "Oh, but I thought you said that friends could call you that, are we not friends, Tommy?"

  Tommy's eyes widened, more panic setting in. He didn't want to believe this was real, that he was here again with the person who ruined him.

  "Y-you're doing i-it again..." The teen could only say, hugging his legs tighter and hiding his face in his knees.

  Suddenly the soft pressure on his head turned to a harsh grip on his hair, Dream yanked his head up and forced the traumatized blonde to look at him.

  "Tommy, I need a favour. You be our little spy; get information, find out what Quackity's doing, figure out how to get those old nukes Tubbo's got."

  Tommy opened his mouth to protest, but was cut of by Dream shushing him.

"If you say no, I will just kill you, over and over and over again. Maybe I will anyway, it might be fun to see the result of fracturing a soul that much."