"Hey Thomas."
The Avian looked up, his watery eyes scanning Wilbur. 7 months since the first 'treatment'.
Thomas had gone through the same schedule every day since his imprisonment. Wilbur would wake him up, give him breakfast, begin their session, which consisted of pain and the occasional name-calling. Then Wilbur would walk with Thomas through the labyrinth that was Dream's base, and after that the boy would be left alone.
At noon, if Thomas was good, he would get lunch. However, if he made the slightest mistake or noise, another session would be held.
Dream visited him for the rest of the day, the two either sitting in silence or having a one sided conversation, Dream being the one to talk. He would leave after three hours, the lights turning out at curfew.
Some days were interesting. One morning Thomas woke in midair, high above the door. He had fallen as soon as he opened his eyes, landing on Wilbur. Or that time when he managed to make no noise the entire day, and was rewarded with a longer walk.
"It's time for your treatment, little brother. Spread your wings for me," Wilbur said, swinging an axe.
"Y-you aren't-"
Pain crawled up Thomas’s arm and he cried out. His hand stung, and when he looked down, a bloody gash ran his ring finger. "SHUT IT, THOMAS!" Wilbur shouted. "Don't ever talk. You want to be perfect? THEN DON'T SAY ANYTHING! YOU ALWAYS MAKE A MISTAKE WHEN YOU SAY THINGS!"
Thomas whimpered and slowly spread his wings. Wilbur smiled and raised his axe, bringing it down with a whoosh. Thomas froze, his mouth opening to cry out. But then he remembered. Noise would only bring pain. He struggled to shut it, but in the end was able to. Wilbur smiled. "Good."
Blood dripped from Thomas’s spine, barely an inch from his wings.
"Now let's try the leg."
Steel carved through Thomas’s muscles, but he stayed quiet.
"You really are getting better, kid. No noise... and you look almost human. Despite your wings, that is. There's just one thing wrong with you, one thing that makes you so... so... one thing that makes people hate you," Wilbur stuttered with the last bit, but he smirked nevertheless.
"You're still a monster on the inside."
But Thomas said nothing. He would be silent. If that was what Wilbur wanted, what Dream wanted, he would obey. He would always obey. They said he had nothing to lose. But Thomas still had a sliver of hope, that through all the pain his two captors still loved him. Oh yes. There was something to lose.
And Thomas would never let go of the two people who had the biggest impact on his life.
He honestly didn't care anymore about the others. About Tubbo, Techno, Phil. They were nothing but memories.
He heard the door close and he realized he was alone. But he still didn't speak. He just sat there. Alone. His soul shattered, his soul dead.
He closed his eyes and curled into a ball. He didn't care if the floor was hard. At least he could still sleep.
Sleep was nice. Sleep was...
A luxury that Wilbur could not afford.
As he walked down the halls, a small feeling of guilt crept its way into his brain. He was doing the right thing. Wasn't he? Thomas was a pain in the neck, anyway.
The answer he had given Dream seven months ago- he was now uncertain of it.
Wilbur shook his head. He owed everything Dream. He owed nothing to Tommy. And that's how it would stay.
Eat up the Angst my children >:3
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Hope (Tommyinnit winged AU)
FanficCOMPLETED Tommy couldn't move. Tommy couldn't breathe. It had been weeks since he had escaped exile, but Dream had finally caught up to him... When Tommy is exiled from the Dream SMP, he comes of age, and his wings finally sprout. Dream shared with...
