Igniting a darkened flame. // SBI

I love you like an alcoholic.

A/N: This chapter title is from the song i love you like an alcoholic and its about a toxic relationship so it fits well with this chapter. TW: Implied murder, violence, swearing, talk abt saucy side.

Pain.

A sense made as a protection for the human body, a way to know when something was wrong.

Doctors say its a necessary sense, it could save your life.

Well Tommy thought it was pretty fucking stupid.

He didn't know how he got here, but the only thing he could think of is pain.

Excruciating, nauseating pain, flaring up from every part of his body. He had never been burnt by fire but he thought this must be what it feels like.

Pain radiated from his shoulder and he hazily remembered a green arrow, a smiling mask-

Mask.

Mask was trying to kill him, Mask had seen his face, Mask was holding  a knife above his head, and if Mask was doing all that then where-

Where was he?

Explosions, he knew the sounds of explosions too well. He remembered debris falling from the sky, and ash falling like delicate snow on a winters day. He remembered the now limp body of Mask flying away, presumably to his death.

He remembered clutching on to the lifeless body of-

Quackity.

Quackity was supposed to be right next to him.

He needed to stand up. He need to run, he need to move, but no matter how much he tried his legs wouldn't move. A feeling of numbness had taken over the whole of his waist and down.

Tommy threw his body to the side, clenching his teeth as he smacked his shoulder wound against the concrete. He looked wildly around for the man.

There was no sign of him.

He also noticed the lack of ash, and debris, and explosions deafening him every five seconds.

He was safe.

He wasn't sitting on rubble awaiting death, he felt bandages against his kin, the sun gazing down on him-

Wait, bandages?

"You're awake," A familiar voice interrupted.

A familiar voice that filled him with dread, a familiar voice he knew was a sign all hope was lost, a familiar voice that made him want to get up and embrace the man who had manipulated and lied to him.

Tommy, using his arms, moved to a siting position, facing the person who had spoke.

"Wilbur," he said, he voice hoarse.

"Sunshine,"

Wilbur strode towards him, kneeling down and holding his unmasked face in his hands. Tommy tried pushing him away, but his arms felt heavy and weak. All he could do was tilt his head away from the touch, but even then Wilbur just dug his nails into his cheeks and forced him to keep eye contact.

"Look at me Tommy."

Tommy whined, squeezing his eyes shut and blinking away tears.

"Look at me."

He felt a sob build up in his throat as nails dug deeper into his face.

"Tommy look at me." 

Tommy's eyes opened against his will as his gaze was locked on to Wilbur.

"There you go." The man sighed, stroking his face. "My Tommy."