I'd call a cab. {a vigilante tommyinnit story}

Chapter 5 - panic & memorys

TW's: cursing, violence, mention of death, panic/anxiety attack and violence
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"Have you ever heard of a man named dream?"

The name hit me like a bag of bricks.

My blood ran cold.

Memory's flooded in.

Memory's of my parents. Memory's of blood. Memory's of a horrible white porcelain mask. And memory's of twisted and broken body's.

"Uh. Yeah. I believe so." I say, trying to hide my horror, "why?"

Spector was the one to speak this time, "well, we have reason to believe that he is back, and targeting not only Ichor, Quill and I, but you as well."

My throat felt like it was caving in on itself.

"I.. do we have any idea why?" I said, looking around room for an answer. Ichor was the one to speak up this time.

"Its my fault." He said flatly. Spector looked shocked and as if he wanted to say something, but stayed silent. "Five years ago. I had left to check some suspicious activity out during patrol, leaving dream alone."

Ichor paused and I was a bit shocked; Dream had used to be a hero?

"I was only gone for maybe half an hour. I began searching for dream but I couldn't find him. Finally, I turned into an alleyway and he was just standing there. I got closer and saw two bodies on the ground, they belonged to two vigilantes named Blaze and Dilute. I won't go into details, but it was horrible. I was surprised to find one of them was still alive. I had brought dream straight to the police station, but he had somehow escaped and-"

I had zoned out by this point. I got the basic idea of the situation though: Dream wanted revenge. He was angry. But we had a head start thanks to Ichors voices.
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Suddenly everything went so quiet, the room got dark and all I could think about was my parents. Dream had killed my parents. Of course I've known this for ages but I'd never really thought about it, I'd simply pushed these images out of my mind for years.

And if Dream has killed my parents and those vigilantes and who knows how many more, then he'll certainly be able to kill me as well.

Was I ready to die in order to protect others?
I'm so young still.
Why is it hard to breathe?
Is Dream here now?
Am I dying?
What if Dream kills Tommy and Tubbo?
What if Dream kills Ichor?
Or Spector?
Or Quill?
Or Puffy?
Or-
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I suddenly feel someone's hands on my shoulders. I jumped at first; was it dream? But after a minute I realized the touch was comforting; safe. For awhile I just focused on the hands on my shoulders, then eventually the darkness faded away and I saw Quill kneeling infront of me with his hands on my shoulders, he looked concerned and as if he was saying something but my breathing and heart beat was so loud and I still couldn't hear anything over them.

I don't know how much longer it took, but eventually my hearing began to come back.

"Emit? Can you hear me yet, mate?" Quill asked.

I nodded my head yes and saw visible relief come across his face.

"Alright, just keep breathing."

I listened and began to focus on my breathing. After a while longer I finally was able to breathe normally. I still felt stressed, and extremely embarrassed, but I also felt better thanks to Quill helping me through that.

"Emit, mate, if you don't mind me asking, what brought on that anxiety attack?" Quill asked.

"My parents." I mumbled, "they uh.. they were killed by Dream, I guess I never... processed it?"