Sbi oneshots

Escaped

Description: whilst Tommy is exiled, he escapes and hides out at Technos house.

Trigger warning:
-injury detail
-trauma
-panic attack/flashback

3rd person pov:
Cold wind hit the figure that wondered aimlessly through the snow biome. The frozen substance leaking into the broken souls of their worn out, hole filled shoes.
A shiver ran through their whole body as they hugged themselves tighter, they were not wearing the right gear to be out in this biome. Their long sleeved tee covered in holes and rips, their pants in a similar state. There wasn't a single part of their body that wasn't currently freezing. His whole body shaking as if the vibrations of his limbs would cause enough friction to keep him even a tad warmer than he was.

In the distance he spotted a familiar shack. 'Anywhere but there..' he thought, he pleaded his brain to take home somewhere else, but there was no time. He felt as if he was about to faint.

He flinched everytime even the smallest snowflake landed on his open wounds, leaving thin trail of blood droplets in the snow each time he forced his body to take another step.

His breathing was heavy and uneven, his ribs ached from a previous beating, each cold breath in burned his lungs, each exhale visible in the air. His legs wobbled, they felt as if they could give out at any moment, they pleaded him for rest but he knew that there was already a slim chance of him even making it to the cabin.

His blood stained hand reached up to the green fabric around his neck, clutching it tightly he didn't loose hope. He was going to make it.
His legs felt stiff but he had to push through as the snow catching winds tried pushing him down, blowing his curly blonde locks in multiple directions.

His head ached as he closed his eyes, he could pass out at any second.

He felt something hard hit his foot, almost making him loose balance. He opened his tired eyes as much as he could, it was blurry but he knew it was oak stairs.

'It's too late to turn back now...' he reminded himself, each step being harder to climb than the last, he eventually made it to the front door. His uncontrollably shaky hand left the comfort of the moss green coloured cloth around his neck and reached for the door.

He mustered every piece of strength he had remaining within him to make a sound. His hand hit the door hard. Twice. Causing him to groan slightly in pain of pulling some of the wounds in his scarred arms.

He sniffled as he stood there. Shaking. He hated having a runny nose. Stupid cold.
If nobody was home he was screwed. Doomed to die on the door step of his previous killer.

His head shook as a large cold feeling ran up his spine (dudududu) yet his whole body was stiff and ached. His brain was foggy. He was slowly loosing the ability to think clearly, his eyes starting to fall.

He was loosing hope.

Loud sounds of locks on the door alerted him to another persons presence. Another person... he hadn't seen anyone but his frien- abuser for... he had lost count of the days. Months? Years? He was unsure.

A voice. A familiar voice.

"Phil what did I tell you about-" the door swung open to reveal a familiar face. Familiar yet different. Eyes wide. The warm air from inside hitting the smaller, "... Tommy?"

"H-hey T-t-tech-chno!"  Was all young boy could muster before immediately passing out and collapsing on the floor.

Technoblades pov:
I heard two loud slams on the oak door of the cabin as I was placing logs on the fire.
'Phils hands must be full or something' he assumed. 'Better go let him in'
"He could just use the other entrance like I keep telling him to" I muttered walking over to the door, "it's odd... he's not supposed to be back for a few more days..." I questioned.