Sbi oneshots

Damage

People realise that Tommy went through more in exile than they know, and that he has more trauma than he lets on.

Triggers:
Panic attack
Trauma
(If I missed any pls tell me so I can change/add it immediately)

'Tommy has been hiding out at Technos house for a few weeks now, it's nice to have him back but... he seems off.
He's not the happy, bouncy, energetic boy that used to harass people every day, and others have noticed it too.' Phil thought to himself as he flew over to the cabin, he gracefully landed beside the house, blowing away a layer of the snow beneath him as his wings gave one last flap before his feet touched the ground.

The hybrid adjusted his green and white striped bucket hat before walking up the stairs of the building, he reached for the lock only to find that the doors were open, "strange.." he thought to himself, he started to feel a little anxious, 'techno blade always locks the door on his way out, I think only Tommy is home. Unless he left?? What if Dream found him??? Shit shit shit.' The male started to panic as he closed the door behind him and farted around the house, he couldn't find Tommy anywhere, "Tommy?!" He called out, "Tommy are you here?!" He called out, but he received no response, he could just be over reacting, maybe the boy was out with Techno? Or he's just asleep?

Just as he was about to go look for the blonde in the lower hidden level of the house that Tommy had made a while back, he was alerted to the faint sound of footsteps coming from the stairs. The faint tapping fo feet against oak seemed to stop abruptly as Phil made his way over to the source of the sounds.

His heart shattered at the sight.

There he was, the golden haired child was sat against the wall half way down the stairs, holding the wall for support as his body shook violently, tears threatening to fall from his eyes as he tried his best to keep a brave face.

"Hey hey" Phil spoke softly as he got closer to the stairs, "Tommy whats-"
"Please don't hurt me." Tommy muttered.
This shocked Phil, he was speechless, how could Tommy think such a thing?
"Tommy why would I hurt you?" Phil asked calmly.
"You were yelling a lot. I thought you were mad at me. I don't know what I did wrong."
"Nono it's okay, Tommy, I was just worried."
Tommy shook his head, "don't." He spat with a shaky breath, "I know what you're doing."
Phil was more concerned now, "Tommy. Please. I don't understand."
Tommy shook his head once more, avoiding any eye contact with the older as his fingers subconsciously started fiddle with the green cloth around his neck, "don't, Phil. It won't work. He did the same thing, I won't let it happen again." His voice was still shaky, but that couldn't block his temper, the anger laced in his words shocked the hybrid.
"What did who do, Tommy?" Phil asked, he tried to remain calm but whatever was happening to Tommy was SOMEONES fault. And he wanted to have a little chat with them.

"The manipulation. Your j-just trying to lead me into a false sense of security so that you can..." he paused, he looked down at his lap as he started to fiddle with the slightly torn ends of his sleeves, "forget it. Just don't."

"Tommy I would never do that to you."

"Save it, Phil. I don't know who to believe." The blonde muttered the second half to himself, as he tried to balance himself on his shaky legs, taking slow steps down the stairs. Phil watched as the boy walked down the stairs and headed towards the door, "Tommy you aren't supposed to leave." He reminded. "I'll be fine." He lied, Phil wasn't sure what to do. Maybe he should just give him some time?

The blonde grabbed a coat before he left, he walked through the snow biome, the constant freezing winds blowing small flakes of snow at him, some landing in the dancing curls of his hair. He made his way over to the forest close by and took shelter under a tree, he sat beside the trunk and tried his best to relax. He watched how every breath succumbed to the freezing temperatures surrounding him, how his breath turned a satisfying white as it span and swirled before it vanished out of sight, the next step following in its footsteps. One breath after the next, stealing his attention from reality.