Tommyinnit's top ten ways to save the world

Eat. Sleep. Faint due to severe exhaustion. Repeat.

Tommy slumped against the doorframe, already half asleep. 

"Tommy! You're-- whoa!" Ranboo rushed forwards to grab him before he hit the floor. 

Half guiding, half dragging him to the couch, he lowered Tommy against the fraying, stained cushions, making sure not to crush his wings.

Tommy moved his aching arm to search for the nearest pillow without moving his head. Once his mission was successful, he lifted his head for a moment to shove it under his head and met the gaze of a very worried Ranboo. 

"Are you alright?" Ranboo asked, walking towards his friend. 

"Yepp- I'm just fineeee-," he replied, slurring his words. 

"Are you sure?" 

"Mhmm." His arm fell off the couch. "Very, very, veryyy sure. Just need 'bit of sleep."

"At three-thirty?" Ranboo muttered under his breath, but complied with his friends request and left him to sleep. 

Tommy hummed softly and started to roll over, before wincing at the pressure being put on his arm. 

Shifting back to his earlier position, he closed his eyes and let the soft back waves wash over his conciseness. 

He was running.

Wind pounded against his back, helping push him forward.

His own ragged breathing sounded in his ears, almost in time with his feet hitting the asphalt below him. 

A yell sounded from behind him, and he pushed the last remaining energy out, sprinting over empty cans littering the floor.

Someone was calling his name. 

He slowed down just a bit and checked behind him, sky blue eyes meeting dripping navy. 

His name was called again.

"Tommy! Tommy!" They screamed, still chasing after him. 

He picked up his feet and sped down the never ending street.

"Tommy, it's ok! It's ok, Tommy!"  The voice said again, this time closer behind him.

He was so tired.

"Tommy, calm down!"  

He stumbled and threw his arms out in front of him, bracing for impact.

Tommy rolled over , as his name was called once more.

The figure was standing over him.

"You're ok, Tommy, you're ok. I promise," they whispered. 

He tried to scramble away, but he was stuck. 

They bent over and looked him in the eyes. 

"Tommy?" They asked, voice echoing.

"Tommy?"

"Tommy!"

He jolted awake, groaning as his wing whacked against the floor. 

Blinking his eyes, he looked up and jumped when he saw that Tubbo's face was directly above his. 

"Finally!" Tubbo said, shooting him a grin. "You were yelling and screaming. Bad dream?" 

His grin faded when he noticed the bruises on Tommy's arm. 

"Yeah," he said, sitting up. "Bad dream."