TW: Blood, Death, Injury, Literal torture.
Tommy had always loved red.
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"Ok Tommy you can pick any coat here which do you want?"
"The red one! I want the red one Niki, It looks so cool!" The ten year old shouted excitedly.
The fifteen year old laughed and ruffled his curls slightly.
"Alright! Alright! I'll get the red one!"
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Tommy had always loved red.
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"What colour do you even want you're suit to be Toms?"
"Well Ranboob, I was thinking a red and white theme." He replied whilst sketching out his outfit design.
"I'll go out and get some fabric." Ranboo got up and grabbed their coat. "How much do you need?"
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Tommy had always loved red.
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"Tommy! Look at this!"
Tubbo rushed over to the nine year old holding a small stuffed bear with a red ribbon tied in a bow around its neck.
"I know you like red because Purpled told me! So I made sure to nick one that had a little bit on red on it, just for you." The older grinned at him cheekily.
"Tubbo!" He squealed. "Tubbo I love it! I can't wait to show my new friend."
"Oh yeah that girl." Toby scrunched up his face. "Can't believe you made friends with a fourteen year old."
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Tommy had always loved red.
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"Tommy."
The voice was kind, familiar even.
"Tommy." it repeated.
Hot tears ran down his face, why did he keep having this dream.
"Tommy?"
That voice was home.
He turned around and stared into what was once a vibrant pair of Purple eyes.
Purpled was wearing what he always wore, a purple hoodie with black jeans, but now it was different. An arrow stuck out of his chest directly on his heart and a grim smile was stitched on to his face.
"Hey Goldie locks, gonna give you're older brother a hug or what?"
"You're not real." Tommy Breathed. "Go away."
Purpled wasn't fazed, he looked angelic in a way. The pair stood in a never ending grassy field and the wind seemed to blow perfectly through his dirty blonde hair. He was looking away from him now, staring off into distance.
"You're right." Purpled just shrugged. "None of this is real, I'm dead."
"Leave me alone!" He was screaming now his voice horse as his body shook.
"I don't blame you Tommy." It was quiet. "I never did and I never will."
"SHUT UP! SHUT UP SHUT UP!" Tommy clutched at his hair.
Purpled look back at his crying, pitiful form with what could be described as a look of overwhelming sadness.
"You need to move on."
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Igniting a darkened flame. // SBI
ActionTommy was tired. Tired of how corrupt the heroes were. Tired of the villains that didn't care who they hurt. Tired of vigilantes who barely helped Tired of standing to the side and allowing it to happen Tired of being just some kid in L'manburg. He...
