Tommyinnit Oneshot Book 3

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Not much things to warn about but Dream found pills in Tommy's room and wants to know what they're for. He threatens Tommy and he runs to the pharmacy for help.

Lmao it wasn't mean to end the way it did but my brain decided otherwise and uhh.

TW: Sewing one's mouth shut
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"Tommy!? Come upstairs to your room, please." I head Dream call. Dream adopted me a long while ago. We live on Logstedshire street. I used to live in L'Manburg street but me and my brother got evicted by this one guy and we're pretty much homeless for some time but then Wilbur died and I was alone.

I walked upstairs slowly, scared of what was gonna happen to me this time. Dream wasn't always nice to me. Today seemed to be no different. I almost slipped when I head Dream yell out for me to hurry up. He's so impatient! Gosh.

I quickly got up to my room, afraid of what Dream found now. "Could you please explain to me. Why the hell did I find 3 bottles of pills in your room? Are you doing drugs?! Are you seriously doing FUCKING DRUGS?!! DO YOU KNOW HOE BAD THAT SHIT IS?" Dream screamed at me as soon as I walked in. "No-! They- Mr. Watson gave them to me! For my allergies and stuff- Dream please believe me I'm sorry!"

I hate how quickly he makes me fold. He made sure I learned to listen. He made sure I was afraid of whenever he raised his voice. "Tommy. I'm pretty sure I already explained. That ALLERGIES ARE JUST IN YOUR HEAD! Just drink more WATER and you'll be FINE!!" There we go again. This shit. "Well maybe you should let me drink water and not make me pay for it since I am still a child-"

*SLAP* "You do NOT dare to disrespect me like that!!" Maybe I shouldn't have provoked him. "DO YOU UNDERSTAND?! ANSWER ME. AND LOOSE THAT ATTITUDE!"

(How many ! am I gonna use in this😭😭😭🙏)

"Do you?" He picked me up by the collar of my shirt, looking into my eyes. "I fucking do!! Don't you see how afraid I am?" Silence.. "Okay. Fine. I told you nicely to loose that attitude but since you can't do one SIMPLE thing. I'm gonna have to make sure you remember not to do it hm? Doesn't that sound lovely??" Dream smiled sweetly at me. I watched his mouth morph into a sick smile. "Hey- no wait! Don't do whatever you want to do! Please- Just- Not today Dream.." I tried looking for sympathy in his eyes, only seeing anger, irritation and rage. The first two were familiar but the 3rd one not so much.

Dream threw me back on the ground harshly, making me gasp out of surprise. He left the room and I listened to his footsteps. Counting. 8 footsteps meant bathroom. 19 was stairs+more depending if it's to the kitchen, garden, front door or pantry. 4 were to the attic. The attic was just above me(not literally). 3 meant Dreams room. And finally. 11 steps meant Dreams office.

I heard 8 footsteps. Rummaging though things. I couldn't tell what tho. Then I head 6 more. Just not to my room.. That was to Dreams office. What the hell does he want from there..? I couldn't hear what he was getting as his office was somehow sound roof.

After solid 10 minutes he came back. God damn. Was he struggling, trying to find whatever he was trying to find. I looked at his hands, seeing some wipes, disinfectant(what do you even call it💀), scissors, sewing needle and, string? What would he need string and a needle for? That's weird as hell.

"Sit up against the wall. I don't care which. Make it quick. I don't have all day" He kicked me in the gut when I took too long. Honestly I was just playin' 'round yanno. When I finally sat, unmoving, he crouched down to me. What the hell is he trying to find..? He was looking at my mouth. Weird.

"Any last words?" He got back up, quickly shutting the door, and getting back to me. "I'm gonna have to make sure you stop speaking." I stared at dream in horror. No way in hell is he about to sew my mouth shut..?! What the fuck. "NO! DREAM WHAT THE HELL! YOU CAN'T FUCKING DO THAT TO ME! DREAM- MMMH!! STWPT" He covered my mouth, muffling my screams. Not for long though. He had to proceeded with this sewing..

"Please. Pleasepleaseplease! Dream don't do this to me- I swear I'm gonna be quieter.. I- Dream please I'll be good! Please DON'T! NO DREAM! DREAM!" He knocked me out with a brick that had a potato coloured on it with crayons.

(I love eating crayons honestly)

When I woke up I had to regain my senses a little bit. I felt like shit. My mouth felt numb and my head felt dizzy when I moved. Wait.. My mouth. MY DAMN MOUTH!! I touched the place where I thought my mouth was, failing a couple times as I literally could not feel it. I let out a loud "MMMMHH" My eyes got watery quick. What do I do know... Where do I even go.. Dream I'd clearly not home. But I can't leave. I don't have anywhere to-

Wait.. I do.

Mr. Watson!

I got up quickly, my head spinning. Whatever. I need to leave. I can't be here anymore.

I sped downstairs. I wad lucky enough that my room was unlocked. Now the front door. Locked. But if I look around... AHA! The key is in Dreams spare jacket. I took the key unlocking the door. I ran. I sped to L'Manburg street. There was the pharmacy where Mr. Watson worked.

I got weird stares from people around me. Eh. Probably just wondering why my mouth is sewed shut. Nothing more. Surely.

When I got to the pharmacy I almost hit my head on the automatic door. I got in and immediately began searching for Mr. Watson. "Kid. What are you looking for?" Yes! The person I needed. "Mh-" Oh wait I can't talk. Lol. Whatever. I turned my head towards him and smiled apologetically at him.

"Holy fuck. You're bleeding from your mouth." Wait. I am? Oh well. My bad.