c!TommyInnit angst stories

Axes

Warning: Blood, Weapons(?), Slight Gore(?), Dead Body

He did it.
He- He finally did it.

"Oh my gosh..."
Tommy was in shock because of his own actions. He dropped the bloody axe from his hand and let it fall onto the ground, bringing his hands up to his face, covering his own mouth as tears started to fall down. "I did it..."
He let out a few sobs before suddenly stopping and realizing what he had done. "I did it...Oh my gosh I did it!-"
He then put his arms on his head, making sure he was thinking right. He was.
He started giggling, then laughing. "Oh my- Phaha! Geez- I- I can't believe it!-"
He started jumping upside down in happiness, having to stop here and there to catch his breath.

It smelled nice outside, besides the blood smell coming from before Tonmy.

There, Dream laid with his stomach cut open, the same as to his stupid little face that never stopped smiling. He laid on the ground, not showing any emotion, any sort of life. He died. He was dead.

"Tommy, you can trust me-"
"TRUST YOU?!"
"Yes. You can trust me, its all gonna be fine..." Dream said as he grabbed and axe from his back, trying to obviously hide it from the other.
"HOW COULD I DO THAT DREAM WHEN YOU NEVER EVEN EARNED IT?"
Dream laughed, taking a step closer.
"What makes you think I had to earn it? Stupid little child. That's not how life works anymore. You gotta grow up, your not young and reckless anymore."
"Exactly. Im not a kid anymore, so I can properly protect myself now."
Dream then launched towards the blonde but the other dodged it, leaving Dream dumbfounded. He turned around quickly but he was a second too late.
"Say, If I dont kill you, Quackity will."

Tommy was laughing with tears now. He didn't feel remorse, regret. He felt..free. Free from something he felt put a weight on him ever since from the beginning of this journey. He didn't feel that kind of release in years.
He fell on his knees to the ground, covering his face with his right arm, trying to stop laughing at the dead body in front of him. But he couldn't. He bet Dream would do the same to him, maybe he did when Tommy died.

He looked like a psychopath, but everyone there knew he wasn't the one to blame or the one to accuse of that. They all knew too goddamn well.
Some of them watched in horror, as their friend laid dead.
Some were horrified by Tommy's actions, they didn't knew he could be so violent.
Some were impressed, but not impressed enough.

Tubbo and Ranboo stood next to each other as they watched their best friend slowly regain his sanity. They felt dissapointed, they didn't knew why. Tommy's actions won't affect the way they think of him, it never will. Maybe, just the fact that someone there didn't care enough to watch the other.

They heard horse footsteps behind them, but they didn't turn around to check who it was. They already knew.

"What the hell happened here?"

Quackity asked shoving people to get to the centre of the place. There, he saw what happened. His eyes widdened, as he dropped his own weapon on the ground alongside with him too. He punched the ground once, twice.