Pain.
That's the last thing he remembers.
A lot of fucking pain.
And the fucking green homeless bitches' laugh.
That psychotic, fear-inducing laugh.
He remembers what happened, he remembers everything.
He remembers Dream approaching him, grabbing him.
Beating him.
He remembers seeing Wilbur, Mexican Dream, and Schlatt for a brief period of time.
He can still feel it, the feeling of being stitched back together.
Like someone quite literally tied strings to him, pulling him up.
He remembers feeling like he was being suffocated, being pulled everywhere and anywhere at once.
He knows he heard mumbling, though it sounded like a different language. Almost like speaking the words of enchantments.
And now?
He's being blinded by a bright ass light, and hearing a whole lot of unknown noises he's not used to.
"What the fuck?" are his choice of words, seemingly the only thing he needs to say in order to explain his massive confusion.
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New Server? || A DSMP and Bungou Stray Dogs crossover
FanfictionAs Tommy sat in an unfamiliar place, one thought crossed his mind: "Where the actual fuck am I?" or; In which Tommy dies and wakes up in a new place, which should be impossible because he just lost his last canon life...right? {ART NOT MINE}
