TommyInnit angst-shots

•Dirt Shack in Shambles•

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♧Tommy's POV

I bore down at my lifeless body as Dream continued to beat me to death. And then revive, then beat, revive, beat, over and over again.

I just didn't bother moving. I think it pissed him off, but I didn't care anymore.

Everytime I was bashed in the skull, with either his fists or a potato, I watched my hair turn whiter and whiter. The blood around my wounds started to dry, he had let me sit awhile this time.

"One last time Tommy," I hovered over my limp and cold body before he flipped back to the page. "One last time. Then you'll never be able to tell our little secret."

He managed a manic crooked grin as he put his hand over my heart, watching as the 'life' entered my body again.

"Thanks Dream." I have always been instructed to thank him after a beating or such. He said it was to teach me, and I have no idea what was lies and what wasn't.

"No problem, boy." He stood up and waved to the 'camera' in the corner of the room. "Let him out Sam!"

The lava lifted, and I watched as the obsidian bridge emerged from the steaming liquid. "This isn't our last goodbye, Tommy. Only the first."

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I sat in the grass as Sam began to walk off, leaving me on a tiny island between L'manburg and the prison that held my tormentor captive. Never in my life would I have imagined myself in this situation, I'm sure nobody would.

I watched the sun set, pulling my legs up to my chin. Usually, the sunset would make me feel calm and alright for once, but today, today was different.

I hadn't felt okay in such a long while. I haven't ever felt okay. It was just an illusion I convinced myself to believe.

I closed my eyes, and not even a second after closing them and seeing the sunset, it was night. It was surprising, but I couldn't find the motivation to show the emotion. Hell, it was even hard to think of that emotion as of now.

I sighed and stood up, looking around in look of a bridge. Unfortunately, I started to walk through the water. There was a bridge, but I was too unmotivated to walk all the way over to it.

I trudged around the premises of the rebuilt nation, dragging my feet solemnly behind me. From now on, I devote myself from talking, to anyone.

I hated the sound of my voice anyway, and it's bad enough I had to thank Dream.

Tripping over my feet periodically, I had finally made it to my house. My dirt shack stood in shambles, barely even alive. Worms and moss covered the outside, birds nests rested in my windowsill with baby birds sound asleep by their mother. Random words jumbled and distorted were spray painted on my dark oak door.

I spew curse words through my head, hoping to have a word with the people that destroyed and vandalized my house.

As soon as I opened my door, dirt and mud fell on my head. More curses flew through my head, my house was falling apart minute by minute. But it's the only place I have to stay.

Trying to turn the lights on, the overhead bulb started to flicker, spark, and then pop. Glass shards fell on the ground, which had furniture and pictures littered all around.

Dully looking at the glass surrounding the floor, I close the door and reach the bathroom. Some glass stuck out of my foot, but I couldn't care less.