Tommyinnit Oneshots

The roles are reserved this time around, and I promise I won't let you down

It had been a simple plan. There had been a real effort to go along with the plan. Slowly bring Tommy out of his catatonic state that way he could heal from past traumas in a healthy manner. It was a good plan. It was one that had been working for the most part. Tommy had been starting to become more aware, and it was less frequent that these episodes of lucidity involved manic, violent bursts that fell back into numbness. He had been convinced, slightly, that someone cared enough about him to stay even when he was being quite stubborn. He had demanded to be left alone, and someone had seen past all his yelling and faux anger to find a scared, crying boy that wanted his family and friends to love him again. It was all good. The server had been calming down. People weren't fighting as much as before, and everyone seemed to have settled down into their personalized retirements. It could have stayed good. Tommy could have been happy. Ranboo could have had everyone he loved there with him. Tubbo would have less people to worry about. Michael and Shroud could have had parents that would have done anything to see their smiles. It never would have been perfect, but it could have been close. It really could have been.

Tommy was now sitting in an obsidian box in Tubbo's old house's attic because he couldn't find Tubbo anywhere and he didn't want to go outside and this was the safest he has felt since he came out of his stupor to hear sirens. He had been resting in the mansion, having drifted into dreamless sleep that had become a luxury in recent times. He had been dragged into the world of the waking when this loud shrill kept starting and stopping in a rhythmic pattern. Tommy had found the noise coming from his communicator. When he tapped the screen, the shrill cut off, but the noise was also coming from somewhere a little ways away from the window. Tommy would have looked outside to find who was pulling a prank until the memories clicked into place. He had been hoping that someone would break Ranboo out of prison. He kept having nightmares about Dream beating Ranboo to death, and the half-Enderman being trapped in purgatory with all the others. Tommy's borderline hysterical happiness was drained from his body the moment his eyes landed on the messages. There was something funny in the way Sam wrote them. It implied that all three prisoners of Pandora's Vault were escaping... not just Ranboo. Tommy's eyes widened as he realized that Dream was out. Dream was out of his cage, a beast prowling in the darkness of the night to find him.

Tommy puked all over the floor. He started coughing on some of the burning liquid that still boiled in his throat, but he didn't let that stop him from running out of the room. With his speed and lack of grace, he kept slipping and sliding across the hardwood floors. He crashed into several walls and doorways on his way out, and he messily threw a jacket over his shoulders as stepped into his shoes with the heels folded to dig into his ankles. Tommy ran out into the snow, headed for Pandora's Vault. He didn't have any weapon, armor, potions, or food. He wasn't even dressed for the weather as he wore jeans and a light jacket that wasn't on right. He just needed to make sure. He needed to know that this was a prank. He needed to confirm with Sam that Ranboo was the only one escaping.

Instead, he was met with the aftermath of a crime scene. There was blood and lingering potion effects everywhere. It was deserted of people, but there was a clear hole in the base of Pandora's Vault. Tommy's eyes widened again. His breath picked up until he wasn't sure that he was taking individual breaths instead of one long, excessive inhale. Tommy turned on his heel. He ran across the snow until he came upon his house. Tommy threw the door open to gather any supplies he had left there. Instead, he found a sign with a smiling face etched into the surface. Tommy took a step forward to find there was a long drop into an underground room. There was a scratched disc for Tommy to play, and the music was overrun with the eerie voice of Dream. At least, Tommy hoped it was since it very well could have been a hallucination. No matter what it was, Tommy booked it out of there before the disc could even finish. He found a weird shrine to Dream that he couldn't stand to be in lest he puke again. He came to his front room, dragging all of his food out of the chests to stuff into a pack. With that taken care of, he kissed the glass to Shroud's cage, promising that he would return when he found somewhere safe. Tommy bolted out of the house. He didn't stop running until he saw Tubbo's former home. It wasn't strong defensively, but it smelled like Tubbo and Tommy needed the comfort.