Tommyinnit One Shots

Your Adoring Brother Part II

Hello, hello! How are you all? I decided to do a second part of this just for fun!

TW: Possessive behavior, past mentions of death, mentions of imprisonment

Characters: Bedrock Bros
Hope you enjoy!💕

It was cold.

The kind of cold that chills your bones and refuses to thaw no matter how hard you try to make it go away.

It was cold.

The air, the snow, the icy fear in Tommy's heart.

Tommy always hated the cold, it felt lonely and suffocating to him. He needed warmth, the sun in the sky, the sound of birds calling to each other, the flowers that he tended to so carefully throughout the spring and summer.

Summer didn't exist here anymore. Not in the snow biome and definitely not in his heart.

He was running, running, running. Running from the cold to somewhere even worse. His foot caught and he tumbled into the snow, but he didn't stay down.

Pushing himself up with aching hands he continued to run. To where? He wasn't sure. No, he did know. He wanted to go home.

Home.

Tommy choked back a sob, tightening his cloak around his body. He couldn't go back home, it wasn't safe anymore. It would be the first place they would look.

His so-called friends would drag him back kicking and screaming his throat raw, clawing and cursing, locking him back up in that god-forsaken room. For his own good, they had said, to keep him safe.

Fuck that and fuck them.

He wasn't a prisoner to keep hidden away like a toy. Not in a jail cell, and definitely not in a place that was supposed to be warm and welcoming.

He was tired of being lied to and manipulated, a pawn in someone else's game, being told what was the best for him. Their biggest mistake was keeping him in a room with a window.

Blood dripped down from deep cuts that covered his palms, but he paid them no mind, instead continuing forward.

His breath formed in front of his face in crystallized puffs as he continued forward, letting his mind go blank and his body move blindly.

He was beginning to recognize the path he was on and almost wanted to laugh at the irony.

The cabin would have been comforting to any other traveler, a beacon in the snowy wasteland. But Tommy knew better. This was the home of a predator. A betrayer. An enemy.

This was the home of Tommy's brother.

The imagine of Dream's bloody head flashed in Tommy's mind and he had to stop himself from gagging. Swallowing down bile, Tommy stepped up the stairway, fist poised to knock.

Before he even got the chance, the door opened revealing his brother. Techno was dressed in a cozy sweater, glasses situated over his nose, and hair tied up in a tight pony tail.

Tommy could see the fireplace flickering behind him, a book hanging off the edge of an armchair. So, Techno was relaxing while Tommy was having a mental breakdown.