SBI oneshots

Bury me with bruises (but please don't forget about me)

Hi :)
I basically fell off the face of social media
I've had massive writers block recently and tbh I still do
so here's a one-shot I wrote today
idk when the next one-shot will be after this but if you like my writing feel free to check out my new vigilante au book on my page called, "TommyInnit's Guide To: A Never Ending Life"

TWs: abuse, suicidal implications, bullying
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He rushed through the front door and immediately locked his bedroom door. He dismissed the, "hello!" from his brothers. Tommy's throat ran hoarse. He felt tears prickle his eyes. Colors of purple, green, and yellow painted his body. The boy was buried in bruises.

Thomas (Tommy) Watson was the prodigy kid. He had high expectations set for him based on his brothers. Technoblade, who was student council leader and the fencing team captain, with straight As in every class. Wilbur, who was a diehard musician and history major, was the teacher's favorite student. The legendary Watson brothers. Then, there was Tommy. A scrawny kid, who just so happened to find interest in theater.

Tommy had met Dream about three years ago. He would describe him as a friendly monster. Dream was the creative director's assistant in their theater group. The group consisted of Dream, Tommy, Tubbo, Sapnap, George, and Quackity. Tubbo was Tommy's best friend. The two of them met in elementary school and have been inseparable since. Sapnap and George were Dream's friends. They were also in the same year as Tommy's brothers, Wilbur and Techno. Quackity wasn't an actor but he was their main light and technical guy, and was also dating Sapnap.

Dream was always friendly with Tommy whenever they were in a group. He would laugh and tease Tommy, but just the right amount that it wasn't bullying. Tommy used to look up to Dream. Their friends would joke that Dream was like Tommy's older brother, but Tommy never thought so. Then there was the monster side of Dream. The side that would hit Tommy's face, trip his nimble legs, squish his fingers, and one time, leave him locked alone in the practice room. The side that saw nothing but a prop in Tommy. A toy that could be manipulated and swung around until it broke. Tommy had broken many times, but never around anyone. He would cry himself to sleep till the early light of the morning shone through his curtains.

"Tommy? Dinner's ready." Wilbur spoke from behind the slammed door.

"Two seconds." Tommy replied. He dumped his bag on the floor and changed into his pajamas. He had minecraft themed sweatpants that Tubbo had given him one year and one of Wilbur's old sweaters.  He headed to the dining room.

The smell of pasta and meatballs hit him and he gave a small smile to the crowd that wasn't watching. Life constantly felt like a show. No room for mistakes. Never a second to just breathe.

"How was school?" Phil sat at the head of the table. Tommy looked quite alike to his father. The blonde curls, the blue eyes. Wilbur and Techno had gotten their mother's genes, brown hair and brown eyes. Techno had been dying his hair pink since he was 9.

"It was okay." Tommy lied. He didn't mention the bruises or the bloodied aftertaste left in his mouth from his lesson.

"I aced my Science exam today." Techno shoveled pasta down his throat.

"Awesome work Techno!" Phil exclaimed. Tommy wished he had gotten the same amount of attention from Phil. But who was he? The theater nerd. The kid who got average Bs and Cs.

"I practiced my duet with Niki for the Nationals this afternoon," Wilbur explained. Phil nodded.

"You had rehearsal after school today, Toms?" Phil turned the conversation to him. Tommy stared boredly at his food.