Ivory - An Eburnean Tommy AU

xlix - two peas in a pod

Ivory - xlix ; Two Peas In A Pod

Created: 02.23.23

Finished: 02.26.23

Edited: 06.28.23

Published: 06.20.23

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Trigger Warning: heavy gore, post seizure, flashbacks

Word Count: 3245

A/N: istg its sad to hyperfixate every little deep info of dsmp that most dont even know about- do u guys know about sam's lore even with phil? or how aimsey, ponk, and eryn actually got along? cuz it wasn't just random, it did happen;w; it was like..a recent one so maybe thats why not much knows about it haha- let alone consider it canon u know- its all good-w-

i should refrain myself venting up here haha, its embarrassing;w; so to assure, ill be fineee

enjoy the chapter-

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"It surprises me that you and I have something in common."

Sam jolts awake, confused as to what just happened, and who spoke to him.

"We're brimmed with bodies, tagging alongside like entrails."

..Why does it sound like?-

"Tommy." Sam speaks up, his foot stepping forward but then a squishing noise occurs.

He immediately lifts his boot up and sees a body on the floor, blood green mixed with gunpowder.

That's- What the-

He backs off and his other foot steps on something.

Still, the same thing, only this time he has stepped onto this person's face, as his sole deepens its socket, the noise echoes around the void.

Almost palpitating, he tries to calm down and sharpens his vision against the dark.

If he looks closer, bodies surround him..colours of green, grey, and black envelop the whole world.

This doesn't feel like it's Tommy's but..it's..

"You should have told me sooner."

He looks back and sees someone, sitting on a random corpse.

It's a small, scrawny kid with battered clothes and face.

His faint blonde hair seems to glow, but his eyes.

Oh gods know how much it bore aquamarines when he still breathes.

He looks like he might as well be one of them..one of the dead,

"We could have joked how much bodies we used just to stay alive-"

That made Sam shriek, leading himself to fall on the obsidian floor, cringing at the touch of rotten skin against his hands,

"You're..what the- You talked-" He stammers, unable to find voice from his constricted throat.

His panic doesn't make the other's face form into anything. It's blank..it's blank,

"How are you- What happened?—What is this place?" He looks around, infinity is the only thing he can assume in this blank space.

"I don't know. I've been here loads of times, but still..I have no idea." Tommy vaguely answers, peeling a random spot of skin.

He seems indifferent about it, Sam could only gag at what he's doing. If this is some sick nightmare to punish him for what he has done, then all he could wish is to wake up.