The Dream Smp [ Oneshots | Requests Open ]

Wrong Revival, Wrong Person

Type: Angst
TW: Blood, death and profanity
Words: 1424

Tommy screaming out for Sam to get him out of the prison cell with Dream, his screams were ignored once more.

It's been two weeks since. Tommy didn't want to stay inside the cell anymore, he wanted to be freed from the Man that blew up his home.

Tommy's throat hurts too bad from the screaming he's been doing for almost two weeks for Sam to get him out.

Dream, inside the same prison cell with him, he was forced to hear the screams for hours and hours. It was making him more mentally derange.

Once Tommy stopped screaming he went back to the wall and sat down covering his face, he's still determined that he'll get out.

Dream had enough, he had enough of his pity full screams. He remembered a book that be memorised before going into prison.

The revival book. He wanted Tommy to shut up for at least a day or two. Dream wanted to kill his last canon life.

He grabbed a cold hard potato, he started walking towards Tommy grinning.

Tommy heard footsteps getting louder, as he looks up he saw Dream smiling big.

He moved to the side as quick as he can "WHAT THE FUCK MAN" he shouted at him and coughed because his throat still hurts.

But Dream didn't reply at all. All he wanted him to shut the fuck up. Dream continued walking toward him.

Until Tommy hit the cauldron, he looked terrified as ever. Dream raised the cold hard potato on his right hand.

"D-Dre...Dream...?" That was his final words.

Dream pulverised Tommy in the head serval times, Tommy was screaming in pain. After a few attempts the screams were finally to an end.

Dream threw the potato towards the lava. Blood was drooling all over the floor, he watched as it made a puddle of blood.

He laughed and laughed too hard he finally had peace. Peace of silence at last...

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Flashing lights of red, laying down on a cold floor. Everything is black.

Tommy groans as he sat down, it looked like a Train station.. his head hurts really really bad.

"How was your sleep, Tommy?" Hearing a familiar voice, he adjusted his eyes and saw Wilbur with poker cards in his hands.

Tommy screamed. Wilbur dropped the cards and helped Tommy calm down.

"TOMMY! SHH SHH ITS ME, WILBUR CALM DOWN YOU MOTHER FUCKER" shouted at the screaming Tommy.

Tommy coughed up a little bit, Wilbur pats his back "Wh-Where Are we?!" He immediately questioned Wilbur grabbing his brown coat.

"Aren't you dead?! How are you alive?!" Bombarding Wilbur with questions.

"Why is this place so dark-" He puts his hand on Tommy's mouth and sighed "One question at a time okay?" Removing his hand from Tommy's traumatized face.

"First, where are we...?" He calmly asked Wilbur. "We're in a Limbo Tommy." Tommy looked like he didn't believe him.

"Guess why everything is so black then?" Wilbur asked as well, Tommy looked around them.

Train tracks, a mini waiting station they're both in, and a sleeping Jschlatt behind the waiting station snoring.

Wilbur back to his place playing cards by himself. Wilbur noticed Tommy was looking at him, he offered Tommy some cards.