Tommyinnit One Shots

I Belong to Everyone But Myself💔

This story is a lot darker than my others, and deals with an extreme case of dehumanization and referring to one's self as not human to justify an abuser's actions.

Tommy's feelings of gratitude towards Dream are NOT real and are a product of manipulation and conditioning.

There is a slight mention of sa but it is quickly refuted.

If you're still reading, I hope you enjoy!

Characters: Allium Duo

Sometimes Tommy can still feel the heaviness of metal clamped around his neck. His fingers trailed delicately over his throat, imagining the dark bruises that used to decorate pale skin.

It was horrible really, disgusting even, but in the darkest hours of the night he finds himself missing it.

During the wars for independence, Tommy always heard others joke that he was like a 'lost puppy' following around his big brother everywhere he went.

Even Wilbur got into the joke, referring to Tommy as his 'sweet pet' as a term of endearment.

At the time, Tommy was unsure how to feel about it. He felt like he was being belittled for his age, but now he realized it was just them making sure he realized his place as a thing, an object to use as they pleased.

Tommy had never been free, he was always a pawn in someone else's game. Sometimes he thinks it's because he was made entirely to be a toy for others to fight over, just a puppet whose strings are passed from master to master.

In exile, Dream would brush his fingers through Tommy's hair gently while he cried, referring to him as that stupid nickname.

Instead of complaining, the boy would just soak it up because it reminded him of the good moments with his brother, when he still loved him enough to give him loving nicknames.

Honestly, it was his fault for not realizing Dream was just trying to get him to let his guard down. He spat curses and fought with ragged nails, but eventually the metal collar was fastened securely around his neck.

He tried everything to pry it off, but it only ended with long, bleeding cuts from his own fingernails or a slap hard enough from Dream to make his ears ring.

"Good pets don't whine and complain, Tommy."

"It's my job to retrain you, why do you think Tubbo gave you to me to look after you?"

"Of course I know what's good for you, I'm your OWNER after all."

It was demeaning and he felt like nothing more than a discarded animal, worse than the mud under Dream's boots. He hated everything about it, it hurt him, dehumanized him, made him belong to Dream.

It was comforting, it made him feel complete.

He eventually stopped trying to take it off, succumbing to his new role. No, not new, just a role he refused to fill before.

Dream praised him for his cooperation, telling him he was good, that maybe, just maybe, if he could behave like the good little puppet he was meant to be, someone could find it inside themselves to love him.

Of course, Tommy knew that was impossible, he was just too unlovable for that to happen. But it was nice to imagine.

He sometimes wished he had been better for Wilbur, he wasn't exactly the best to his first owner. But Dream was his favorite owner.

(Don't tell his big brother though!)

He was kind, and loving, and trained Tommy to be the respectful and loyal pet he always said the boy needed to be.