Tomm(error)... Y/N Innit!

Prolog

No one pov:
   Loud gasps filled the room as Y/n tried to push off the robber, who currently has Y/n pinned against the wall, choking them. Slowly, the entire room starts to turn colors as Y/n's hand fell to their side. Static was all they could hear. The adrenaline from early slowly fades away with each slow heartbeat. Y/n vision went from seeing to different colors to seeing black spots fill their vision and one though past their mind as they passed out.

' I shouldn't have gone to bed on time...'

   With their final breath, Y/n's life came to an end. Yet it wasn't the end for their soul that happened to slip the hands of death. Like a glitch in a computer, Y/n's soul had slipped past security and had ended up in the body of Tommy Innit. The loud mouth teen who played games, but Y/n wasn't the irl Tommy, they were the Dream smp Tommy Innit.

Y/n pov:
'Ugh, my head, what happened?'

   Opening my eyes, a bright light was shining, so I shut my eyes tight. I tried to cover my eyes, but something or someone had grabbed my hands. Finally, I heard someone cooing at me, which is gross as I'm a teenager and in a hospital. Cause that's where I am, someone called for help, and I'm in a hospital with some crazy person.

'My neighbor definitely called the police, I'll just call the nurse to take this man out of my room.'

   Slowly cracking my eyes open, I expected to see a white room full of beeping machines that were keeping me alive. Yet as my eyes slowly opened, the crazy man was still cooing at me. It was fucking annoying   making me want to scream at the bitch. "Look, look, his hair looks just like gold!" Letting out a loud snort, I opened my eyes ready to yell but froze when I saw brown and red eyes looking down at me made me freeze as a shiver went down my spin.

   The one holding my hand hostage was a Wilbur looking clone who had a yellow sweater on. While the red eyes belonged to a teen who looked like the fanart of Technoblade's minecraft skin. It was unnerving to be held by them as Wilbur kept cooing at me while he gently shook my hand. Trying to pull my hand back was useless as they wouldn't let go, so I tried to scream at them for this sick prank.

'Did fucking F/n did this?! Kidnapping me and having someone roleplay as dream smp characters, I'll kill that baster before this pranks is over!'

   Opening my mouth I tried to scream for F/n to come out and let me go home or else I'll sue him to pay for the therapy that I'll need at the end of this. Yet all that had come put was a baby cry, which had made the Wilbur coo more while Techno let out a small coo underneath his breath. This is when it hit me on something that Wilbur had said, my hair looked like gold.

   Hesitantly, I looked at the lower part of my body and saw baby feet with a chubby baby body attached. I started to panic as I tried to look around the room for a mirror.  Wiggling around to free myself, but the others only found it amusing. It must have been hilarious if Techno was laughing. Finally, my eyes landed on Techno's glasses as it showed me my reflection.  Instead of my h/c hair, it was an unnatural shiny blonde hair, e/c were now crystal jewl eyes that were big and round.

   Those were just one of the many things different about me. It was overwhelming that it felt like I was going to throw up, so that was just what I did, throwing up all over myself and Wilbur.

Philza pov:
   Packing everything for me and Techno's upcoming trip, I heard Wilbur yelling while Techno laughed. "Dadza, help me, Tommy threw up!" Getting up from my seat, I walked into the living room and saw Wilbur sitting Tommy up right so he wouldn't choke on his own vomit.

   "Techno, go get your brothers some new clothes while I go give Tommy a bath. Wilbur follow Techno and don't make a mess." Taking my youngest, I made sure not to get any of the mess on myself, keeping Tommy at arm length as I took him to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

   Tommy seemed to still be crying as he looked at me with his sad blue eyes. Cooing softly, I promise him that I'll get him cleaned up and ready for a well needed nap. "Don't worry, Tommy, Dadza is here to make it all better."

   Once in the bathroom, I quickly got the ruined clothes off of Tommy and started a bath. Now, only soft hiccups fill the silent room as the bathtub filled up with water that was just right. Putting Tommy in, I started to give him a bath while he looked out of it and didn't even play in the water.

'Aw, the poor boy must have gotten sick after Wilbur took him outside to look at the rain. If he's still sick when it's time for the trip, I'll call an old friend to help Wilbur care for Tommy.'