Tommyinnit Oneshots

To Put On A Show Worth Enjoying

Request from Strange_Feminist

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A man walked through the halls of a dark, sturdy fortress that pulsed lightly with a dark energy that seemed to steal away the light and push down any traces of magic. The man's strides echoed in the dingy space, proving to anyone with capable ears that he had a destination in mind that could not wait another second. Of course, there was no one around with such capabilities. He was the only living being in the mighty fortress. Where others would see isolation in a building as foreboding as the one he was in as a punishment, the man was more than satisfied with his solitude. He may be alone, but he wasn't alone. Well, he ordinarily wasn't alone. On a normal day, he was alone. It appeared that today wasn't one of those normal days.

The man pushed open the heavy doors at the end of the hall. They opened slowly with a low whine. The man hesitated at the threshold as his mind took in what he was seeing. The entire building was made from blacck obsidian, dark metals, and a few pieces of wood or dynamite or water scattered around. The inside of this room should follow the pattern, and it usually did, but now it was filled to the brim with various materials of vibrant colors that made the man hiss as his eyes adjusted. At the center of the high quality silks and animal furs was a blonde laying on a red velvet couch. He was wearing a red sash around his bare chest, and his legs were covered with golden threads turned into strips of fabric that resembled beams of sunlight streaming through clouds of sunset red. The reclined man looked over at the one who was entering with a lazy smile and satisfied eyes. He sighed heartily before standing up, fixing his outfit that way it looked far more regal than he really should have looked.

"Dream! My precious avatar, how have you been since your prison escape? I haven't heard much. The mortals won't tell me because they think it will fracture my mental state. Even the ones who will talk have little to comment on your wellbeing. I'll refrain from telling you what they do say because I am sure neither of us want me to repeat such foul language for an hour or so," The guy said, leaning onto the arm of the couch with an air of confidence powering around him. Dream looked into those deep blue eyes, seeing such clarity in the reflections. For a moment, he was sure that he saw another person beside him being reflected back, but he had come to know the god long enough to know that it wasn't a person Dream could see as a mortal being.

"I have been doing well. My plans have been brought to a standstill for the moment. I didn't anticipate the death of Ranboo. I should have fought for his life more, but that would have looked suspicious. Plus, you must be enjoying yourself watching everyone scramble to understand why he died and why Sam did what he did... am I right?" Dream asked with a raised eyebrow, a smile twitching beneath his mask. Make no mistake, Dream knew he wasn't the one in charge in this situation. No matter what form the god took, Sol (who had adopted the name Tommy Innit) was far more powerful than Dream could ever aspire to be. Sol had lived for hundreds of thousands of years, and he had fought his fair share of mortals who thought themselves superior. Dream wasn't here to usurp the god, but to merely gain more power than the mortals around him.

"You do know how to put on a good show. It won't be long before that little boy... what was his name? The one with horns who wears the thick jacket?... right! Tubbo, I know he'll revive Ranboo. It won't be long before the opportunity presents itself, little one. You must enjoy yourself a little more, though. I know how much you love messing with the mortals, but surely you want to quick break? You haven't eaten any good food since you were put in prison! I still cannot believe you wouldn't let me bring you something while the warden was asleep," Sol said with a light laugh. Just as Dream knew who the better one was, Sol did as well. Sol was just different from other gods. He made it clear to his avatars that they could not rebel against him, but after they became aware of that fact, he treated them like friends. Most others would say he treated his precious mortals like pets, but Sol was really sure that he was acting like a comrade rather than an owner.