DSMP crack I guess- (I'm bored)

Tommy - Part 1

Slight TW in this chapter :)

Tommy genuinely hated the camp he was staying in.

Dream sucked, Dream's bitchass rules sucked, and the loneliness was crushing. It was just him and Dream in the camp, surrounded by snow, trees, and four massive walls that kept them in.

But Dream was nice. Most of the time. Most of the time, he hung out with Tommy or at least, didn't hurt him. but sometimes he got really mad, and sometimes he yelled. The yelling was one of Tommy's least favorite parts.

Sometimes, though, Dream would get so mad or so annoyed that he would lash out and hit Tommy. When that happened for the first time, Tommy had run in a random direction wildly before eventually curling up under a bush to fall asleep.

When he got back the next day, Dream smiled and apologized, so that meant everything was alright. Apologies made everything better, right?

So Tommy trusted Dream again. 

And Dream didn't hit him for a while.

...

How long?

...

He didn't know. He didn't know what time it was, or what day it was, or how long ago he had been brought to the camp. But Dream was there, so it was alright.

Dream had hit him more than once, though. He doesn't remember how long after the first time it had started, but he knew it had happened.

And one time, Tommy had tried yelling back at Dream when Dream had yelled at him. It didn't go well. Dream had stormed off, out of the camp, and left Tommy alone for three days, alone in the cold camp. When he had come back, his outfit was crusted with dried blood and he had smiled brightly at Tommy.

Tommy remembered how he'd cheerfully apologized for not being there, and then fed him some rabbit stew. It was really good. So he liked Dream again.

Dream was basically his family. His life. His world. Tommy thought he had it best of anyone. He was lucky to have Dream, he was happy with Dream, so he never thought back on his old life. The one with-

"Tommy!"

Dream's voice came out of the trees and Tommy's head jerked up. He was about to- But-

And then Dream walked up to him sitting on the rock. His face held little emotion, like normal. "Tommy." He said again. "Did you spill water on the ground?" Spilled water would make the snow slippery, like ice, and was a hazard in camp. Tommy trembled slightly. "Yes..." He muttered nervously, looking down at the snow beneath his feet. 

Dream's eyebrow twitched slightly, but then he smiled forcefully. "That's okay this time." He said with a shrug. "Just don't do it again." Tommy sighed in relief and nodded quickly. "Yes, Dream."

Dream walked off, leaving Tommy to himself. Tommy breathed out a sigh of relief, he hadn't been punished that time. Dream was nice like that. Dream said that normal adults punished the children they looked after for everything.

[ • • • ]

More weeks went by like normal, but Tommy was scared. Dream was not acting nice. He had cut Tommy on the arm, and then he had apologized. But the scar didn't go away. Dream's anger did, though. He would leave camp more frequently, never telling Tommy when or where he was going.

And Tommy was growing restless, too. He started hearing a voice. The voice sounded familiar.

"Come to me, Tommy." It said. And it was speaking from beyond the camp walls. It sounded kind and welcoming and... And it sounded terrifying. Tommy couldn't remember much from the outside, but Dream said it was like war; that it was kill or be killed; that it was not safe for him to leave.