c!TommyInnit angst stories

Blood

꧁Warnings/TW(ig? Idk but be careful<3): Blood, Choking, Dead body, Possible Eye Contact, Smiley face(?)꧂

  Tommy stood next to 2 bodies laying on the floor. His eyes were full of shock, disgust, fear and adrenaline as he watched what was happening in front of him.

  A figure that was much bigger than the other, was holding the other in his arms swinging back and forth. You would think it was mourning, crying, begging for the other to wake up.

  Instead, the other was laughing, was talking to himself or was humming songs to the other. He didnt seem to mind the blood on him. The blood.

Where did it come from? The blood was scattered everywhere, on the walls, the floor was a huge pool of it, on the figure in front of him, and on the figure in the others arms. That. That was the source of the blood.

  It was a young boy, looking like he was in his early 20's or just having around 17 or 18 years old.

  His eyes were opened, lifeless, staring into the ceiling. He had a black eye and red blood was coming from his mouth. He had cuts on his face, like someone cut him with a knife. But there was no knifes in the room, just the others hands covered, stained in blood from the tips of the nails to the end of the fist.

  His blonde hair was stained with dark liquid, darkening the colour of the uneven cut long hair. The clothes were also stained in blood, the shirt cut here and there revealing major bruises and injuries.

The figure that scared Tommy started humming a song. A familiar song.

"Well, I've heard there was a special place...
Where men could go and emancipate,
The brutality and the tyranny of their rulers..
Well, this place is real, we needn't fret,
With Wilbur, Tommy.."

It stopled singing and started maniacally laughing hearing those two names.

  "Sorry Tommy, you know I don't like this version. I do like the one I made.."

After he said that he started swinging back and forth again, humming another song.

  "Well, I heard there was a special place...
where men could go and emancipate....
the brutality, and the tyranny of their rulers...
Well this place was real, and now it's gone!"  It almost screamed out of joy that last part.

"Techno and Dream planted a bomb...
It's a very big and definitely blown-up L'Manberg.."
 
  It stopped singing, rising his hands and putting them around the others neck, imitating choking him. He hesitated, but then started trying to choke the already dead corpse.

  The dead body didn't respond. Tommy did.

  He put his hands around his neck trying to... breath? He didn't need air, then why was he struggling?

After a few minutes, the unknown person stopped and put his hands back down, sighing.

"It was fun while it lasted, but it's been a few weeks and I need to prove that point to you, remember?" They said as they grabbed a book, and suddenly the blood colour changed to blue.

  Tommy felt pushed, dragged, pulled by some red strings that stung his non-existent skin. He looked at his "body" and then back at the two.

  A white head turned around to face him directly and look him in the eyes with a dreadfull, horror smiley face that gave him the chills when they made eye contact.

  Did he know he was there the entire time? How? Who is this? Where did Wilbur and the darkness that was a moment before go?