Tommyinnit Oneshots

When Will You Give Up On Someone As Broken As Me?

Part one of I Am Broken

Why don't you go and see him?

Tommy sat up as fast as he could, adrenaline slamming into bloodstream. Panic set in just as quickly. Warnings flashed in his mind like a computer system telling everyone that something was wrong. Tommy looked around the room for a sign of what had tipped him off to the red flags. Tommy scrambled off the bed (bed?) that he was on, something coming loose that was attached his arm. Tommy's blue eyes flashed around, and he finally saw what his mind was trying to make him understand. He was in a mostly bare, light blue painted room on a bed with railings, and Dream- the bastard- was laying against the bed, asleep with his arms crossed.

The panic came back full force to knock the breath from Tommy's lungs. A constant beeping noise suddenly became louder. Tommy kept his focus on Dream, who had begun waking up. He wasn't wearing his mask. That made it all the more worse when Dream looked at him. Their eyes met. Dream's expression immediately lightened up. He rose to his feet with disbelief hanging off his every breath. Dream reached a hand towards Tommy like the latter was a ghost, and Tommy stumbled back- away from the hand. Tommy remembers. That same hand beat him to death. Oh prime... he was dead, wasn't he? In Hell with Dream, of all people.

A lady came into the room that Tommy didn't recognize. She was wearing some blue, plastic-like outfit with her brunette locks pulled back into a messy bun. Tommy's eyes shifted to the syringe she held in one hand, a clear liquid dripping out. Tommy found himself backed into a corner with the woman steadily approaching, Dream's worried (genuine fucking worry) stare pinned on him, and strange machinery that had been surrounding the bed. It was enough that Tommy began choking on his breaths, thrashing around before anyone could get close to him. He wasn't going down without a fight. He wouldn't let himself get beat up by Dream or this demon woman, not again in the former's case.

"Tommy!" A voice called from the doorway. Tommy recognized her immediately. Her white hair wasn't as wild, straightened out with a few stubborn curls, and it looked like she had brown at the roots. Her skin wasn't as tanned like she had been spending more time indoors than adventuring outdoors like she normally would. Her outfit was definitely different, more casual if Tommy had to place it. But it was Puffy. Captain Puffy in the flesh, with her same colored eyes looking at Tommy with concern. It was one of the only people on that whole Primedamn server who had not done anything to hurt him... ever. One of the few people Tommy had a good relationship with to that day. If anyone in that room was to be trusted, it would have to be Puffy.

Tommy vaulted over the bed. He heard machines topple over, but he had never been good with Redstone so he didn't care about them. They were probably Sam's or Tubbo's. Tommy didn't like Sam at the moment, and Tubbo was iffy in his book. All Tommy concerned himself with is pulling Puffy into a hug. She let out a light wheeze as she accepted his weight. After that brief second of comfort, Tommy was already pulling away. He glanced back at Dream to see the man hadn't moved his body even if his attention was now on Tommy and Puffy. Tommy snapped his head back to the woman. "Puffy... why the fuck is he in my room? What happened? How did that bastard escape prison? How could Sam let this happen? How am I alive? Did someone use the Revive Book?"

Puffy blinked at the influx of questions. She blinked slowly as she took in the questions, letting Tommy's pure, unrestrained panicky anger resonate in her soul. Puffy cupped Tommy's cheek, moving her thumb back and forth for comfort. Tommy stumbled away, but he kept a harsh grip on both of her forearms. "Tommy, sweetie, I want you to listen to me, okay? This lady, she's a nurse. She's going to put the IV back on, plug in all the machines, and settle you back down on the bed. Dream? He'll... he'll leave the room. Once you are all set, we'll talk about why. Does that sound good?"