Selfless, but Alone (Tommyinnit Oneshots)

Hope blooms from trust

A/N Part Two to a New Group. This is the feral boys pov right as they move into their own private conversation

*Dream POV*

I motion for the boys to move a little farther before immediately diving into the subject. "I really didn't want us to be right." George nods as he speaks, "We all know there's some sort of discomfort with food, and he's acting exactly how all of us know we did when we first started hanging out here."

I frown as I think about how much all of us used to struggle, even when we had a whole group of friends to fall back on, and here's this little boy going through the same things we did, all alone. I notice the boys around me frowning as well and know they share my thoughts. "Thoughts on how we bring it up to him?" I ask, trying to bring everyone's attention to focus before we each start to disassociate thinking about our old problems. Quackity speaks up, "We should probably start by finding him, because he's gone."

I curse under my breath and get out of the water, pulling on my shoes and shirt, the rest of the group following suit. Karl points out a path through the trees that seems full of branches pushed to the side and shoe tracks that seem about Tommy's size. All of us take off, running single file through the trees as quickly but safely as possible.

I slow down as I hear sobs and rushed breaths, everyone's attention is immediately placed on following the noises and soon enough we find a small blonde boy panicking behind a tree. All of us leap into action, well, kind of. George and Karl quickly assess him make sure he isn't hurt, I work on bringing him out of the panic attack, Quackity is waiting next to me with a water bottle and a few pieces of chocolate and Sapnap has his phone ready in case Tommy passes out or the attack escalates to the point where I can't bring him out of it.

Slowly but surely, his breathing slows, and I stop asking him simple questions about colours. "Tommy, bud, can you hear me?" He nods but keeps his eye contact with the ground. "That's great. Are you okay?" And that breaks him, he looks up at us, eyes brimming with tears as he shakes his head no. He is probably squished by the number of bodies that collide with him at once, but for a second I feel nothing but a little sliver of hope that maybe, just maybe, we can help him.

A/N These two chapters took a lot of motivation, but I really want to write part three, but only if you lot want one. Otherwise, I'll pull my focus into a new full book, speaking of which, I have the next two book ideas in an announcement on my profile, go vote for which book you want to see next!