Tommyinnit Oneshots

The Infinity Gift

It was a simple supply run. Tommy was supposed to take industrial crates from the planet Nether to next planet in the orbital rings: the Overworld. Tommy had made the trip over a hundred times, and he could handle any problem his star-ship, Clementine, could throw at him. Nothing about the situation was out of the ordinary. He was taking the average weight across the same distance he did at the same time on the Universal Clock. Tommy had slept before he made the trip, so he was awake enough to watch out for asteroids should they appear in his path. Tommy had made sure his ship was filled with enough plasma to take him around the galaxy multiple times, let alone one trip between side-by-side planets. In fact, Tommy didn't have any problems until he heard something moving around in the back.

"Clara, set Clementine to autopilot," Tommy said as he tried to look past the doorway from the cockpit to the storage area. When nothing seemed out of the ordinary, Tommy was going to leave it alone, but he heard another noise. Tommy was scared that an animal had wandered on while the men were loading up the cargo. That, or the cargo itself was animals. Tommy didn't ask questions when Dream told him what shipments to pick up and what to deliver to where and by what time. Tommy took orders and made sure the HR department had work.

"Theseus, I set Clementine to autopilot every time you appear distracted. This is a safety precaution you programmed me with," Clara responded from the digital prison she was locked in. Clara was an AI that Tommy had programmed when he was younger. Once Tommy had acquired Clementine, he placed the AI in Clementine to monitor the internal mechanics. Tommy had dealt with the problems that Clara felt the need to inform him about. Tommy had been saving up to purchase cameras for Clara to see the inside of the ship with, but Tommy would admit that he was hesitant to buy them or risk Clara making fun of his appearance.

"If you're gonna be a bitch, I'll un-program you," Tommy retorted with a huff as he made his way into the storage room. Even though this room took up most of the interior space of Clementine, it was rather small compared to the larger ships that real companies used. Clementine was entirely Tommy's. Dream had allowed him to use her under the conditions that Tommy get his job done in a timely manner. I may run an illegal mobilization ring, Dream would say, that doesn't mean I don't run this company professionally.

"I have been programmed with the definition of 'bitch', and my previous words and actions do not align with that definition. It would not be inaccurate to say that instead of me being a bitch, you, Theseus, are being an asshole," Clara explained in her monotone voice that Tommy could swear he heard emotions in. Tommy had to remind himself that Clara had been made of coding instead of DNA. He was almost positive that the AI his youthful self made was haunted by a ghost named Clara.

"I can be an asshole, but I haven't been one today!" Tommy yelled at her as he found the courage to open one of the crates. He hadn't found anything in between the metals cubes, but the noise was persistent meaning that something was inside the crates. Tommy looked through three before he found what was making the noise. Inside one of the crates, surrounded by illegally processed pints of plasma was an unconscious human being. "Shit! Clara, we have a stowaway. Set up a comms link with Dr- ah!"

Tommy fell to his butt as something rammed against his ship. Tommy heard the man starting to wake up, but he was already on his way to the cockpit. Tommy looked over the holographic view of his ship that was illuminated in the corner to see that something had slammed against Clementine's left wing. Nothing had broken off but it was badly damaged. Another hit would surely take his wing off, and that would put Tommy in hot water. Tommy threw himself into his seat, manually switching off autopilot. Tommy's fingers roughly pulled back on the gearshift, the ship's outer gravity switching to magnetic repulsion. The next hit that would have taken Clementine's left wing was diverted into the cosmos above the ship.