From the Vault

Animagica

''Animagica' was what they'd called this land. Tommy can't imagine how that kid had gotten him here, but he knew this place wasn't earth. And that he had no clue how to get back there. '

Sleepy bees fic, Tommy centric

This features the a part of the first chapter of the fic, which just introduces us to the world. This fic aims to be consistently fluff with angsty sections (this is inevitable honestly).  Any relationships in this world are based on the DSMP Minecraft characters, rather than irl people. 

Tw: Mentions and implications of abuse, technical kidnapping, sort of assault 

The coins in Tommy's hand were warm, a stark contrast to the breezy chill London's winter held around him. He tugged his jumper closer to his body, attempting to retain as much heat as he could. 

The walk to the shops wasn't far, only a few blocks, but he kept an eye on his watch regardless, knowing he only had a small window of time to get home before his step-father noticed his absence. 

The jumble of people was strangely peaceful, despite the need to press up against the walls of each passing building to avoid being trampled. He smiled at a small child who came up to walk beside him, it's deep black eyes blinking back at him innocently. 

Gently, the kid grabbed onto his hand - his free one, so Tommy knew he wasn't being robbed - and then began to pull him along. Assuming someone was injured and this child was taking him to them, he followed peacefully, jogging to make pace when the kid began to run. 

The kid's red turtleneck was woollen and scratchy as it brushed against Tommy's wrist, and they made distance swiftly. He could almost feel the future pain blossoming across his chest and arms as they passed the convivence store he'd needed to buy bread from, knowing time was ticking by. 

And yet, he followed this kid. There was this strange pull, this connection between them, that made him run faster. Whatever this kid needed him to see, he was willing to go to it.

Then, they halted in front of an alley. Grumbles arose from around them as people moved to walk past the frozen pair, but Tommy once again allowed himself to be dragged forwards, glancing around more cautiously now, aware of what he had on him in the chance this kid wasn't actually to be trusted. 

But the end of the lane was drawing near, and he could sense something strange about it. The air felt twisted and almost wrong, like it didn't fit into the other parts of this world. A lack of both trash and creatures made him worry what was down here, and for the first time, began to doubt his judgement in this choice. He was merely a teenager, why would a small child not appearing to be over the age of ten insist he save someone. 

The air then once again twisted and breathing it felt so natural and normal that he forged on. His lungs drew this air in longingly, as if this was the only thing he could ever breathe again, and how he'd ever breathed anything else was beyond his brains comprehension. And then, a ripple in the fence they were approaching on and everything tilted and he was sure this kid knew what they were doing. 

They seemed to know this too, and reached out to touch the wood of the fence, Tommy following their lead willingly until a voice sliced through the peace. 

"What are you doing?" 

It was as if the air had been poisoned, and his lungs mourned the loss of the beautiful air while the regular one replaced it. He turned quickly, shrinking to assess this new figure whilst not daring to challenge him. 

He opened his mouth to respond, but the man was marching forward and clutching a hold of the child's arm and tugging their hand out of Tommy's and it was clear that he fortunately hadn't been aiming the snap at him.