《Cover made by me, yes i know how to draw >:D》updated cover! (Jun-29-24)
This is a tommyinnit oneshot, this might be trash cuz this is my first time doing this.
Now with a co-writer named Leaf!
THIS BOOK WILL CONTAIN THE FOLLOWING: Angst, suicida...
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This art is for chap 61 'chapter 6 of ነቿርዪቿፕ Ü' made by Mori
Tw: panic attacks, death, insanity, Dream(yes, he is a trigger warning), blood, gore and maybe body horror.
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Tommy went out of his way to fucking see Dream and say his final goodbyes. BUT THEENN, DREAM KILLED HIM, Resurrected HIM, Resurrected WILBUR, PARTNERED WITH TECHNOBLADE, AND IS NOW CHASING HIM DOWN TO TORTURE HIM.
People have only recently realized their obvious mistakes? like just now? They realized too late, which caused in Ranboo's fucking death, Wilbur's insanity, broken relationships, and devastation across the lands.
Tommy wants to cry, scream angrily, and shout until his throat bleeds. why? Why did they only realize now? Why did they begin to help when all hope seemed to be lost? Why are they so ruthless? so violent? Are all these people hypocrites? Why does he have to go through so much pain and suffering? They are cold hearted. only thinks about themselves While Tommy sacrificed everything for everyone, all they saw in him was a threat. Isn't it ironic? The only person who is attempting to help others is being treated so harshly.
He walked down the prime path, the old wood creaking with each step. Everyone is either inside planning a way to kill Dream or is simply not interested in going out on this day, leaving the lands feeling deserted. All he could hear were his footsteps, the wind, and his uneven breathing. The silence is deafening, as if he is the only person still alive on this cursed server.
After a short walk, he arrived at a place he was familiar with, one of the first locations where the story takes place. the location where he challenged Dream to a shooting duel, which he lost. What would have happened if he hadn't challenged him? What if he took a more peaceful path? That would have been ideal.
He was so preoccupied with his thoughts that he didn't notice someone approaching from behind. Instead, he stood there unmoving. He only became aware when a cold, harsh hand was placed on his shoulder, causing him to flinch. Tommy returned his gaze to the person who had touched him, ready to make a remark. Until he realized who the person was. Dream is on his shoulder, that smiley mask looming above him, as if it sees him as prey and it is the hunter. "Hello, Tommy," the man said, tilting his head to the side to appear more observant and dominant.
Tommy's face had turned pale at the sight of the man, and his body had frozen up like a reindeer at a traffic light. He didn't say anything because he's afraid of provoking him. Instead, he remained motionless. The world seemed to become even quieter, and the wind stopped blowing. And he became hyperaware of everything, from his staggered breaths to grass blades brushing against his legs.
"Awe, the 'big man Tommyinnit' scared?" mocked the man. He should have been offended and responded, but he couldn't because his voice was stuck in his throat, unmoving and unresponsive. Dream tsked at the lack of a response, and his grip on his shoulder tightened. "Tommy, it's impolite not to respond when someone is speaking to you, especially if it's a friend," he lectured. Oh, how he wishes Dream wasn't here right now, or at all. Although he doesn't say it, a large part of him is terrified of the man, and the smaller parts are trying to get him to annoy and mock him, but he doesn't want to, and is afraid to.
