Mcyt Oneshots

Trauma (Tommy)

TW:

Broken Bones

Blood

Panic Attack

Heavy Gore

Dead Bodies

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When Tommy woke up that morning he was aware that today wasn't going to be a good day. Today he was meant to go to war with the rest of L'manberg- and of course he was thrilled to fight for what he believed in! ...But he knew he couldn't handle it. 

See Tommy had a ridiculous fear of blood and tended to have a panic attack whenever he saw any. This was the reason he was now banned from the infirmary after the incident in which Wilbur found out about his fear. As a result today he was meant to stay back with the archers which really just consisted of him and Fundy. 

Not to close to the battle and they only fired arrows at the beginning and gave others healing potions! Personally he was meant to fetch more if they ran out. So nothing would trigger it right? Wilbur took almost everything into careful consideration! Almost everything.

The rest of the L'manbergians were at the bottom of the hill with Fundy and Tommy standing behind them at the top. They had scheduled a time and place for the final fight, so why were the members of the Dream SMP late.

Suddenly he heard a sputtering choking sound behind him. Whipping around just in time to meet Dream's blade with his own. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the orange hair of Fundy collapse onto the ground but didn't dare look at him. He couldn't have a panic attack now.

"Good reflexes Tommy," snarked Dream as Tommy shoved him away both men holding their blades steadily "I see Wilbur taught you well," 

"I taught myself bitch." he hissed. Realistically he should probably call for help if it wasn't that he now heard the sound of fighting from the bottom of the hill. They were probably also ambushed "Don't need no old man to teach me shit."

Tommy rolled under Dream's blade as he took a swipe at Tommy. The younger blonde now positioned behind Dream kicked the underside of one of his knees causing it to buckle. Taking his chance he tackled the masked man as well sending them tumbling down the hill. 

"You absolute child." he hissed loudly as they continued rolling, neither of them able to properly land a hit as they tumbled faster and faster before eventually crashing into something at the bottom of the hill, or rather, someone. 

"Fuck!" a voice yelled as me and Dream leapt away from each other swords still at the ready. His nose felt like it was broken. Probably was. The person they had apparently crashed into happened to be Punz. Lucky that it wasn't any of his teammates.

"Tommy where's Fundy?!" a panicked voice called out. 

He ignored them as Dream took a stab at him again causing him to duck, but now he was too close to the ground. Dream took this chance to kick at him. It hit his face with an audible crack. If his nose wasn't broken before it definitely was now.

He wiped his nose careful not to look at the hand. It was probably bleeding. Jumping to my feet again I charged Dream pausing a foot away as he had his sword at the ready to parry just for me to kick him in the chest. With Dream now on the ground I planted a foot on his chest my sword directly under his chin.

Carefully Dream's head traced up from the sword to his face. No doubt it looked like shit. It always unnerved him that he couldn't see Dream's face. For all Tommy knew he was looking out across the battlefield while his head made it look like he was studying Tommy.

"I yield. White flags from our side. Great job Tommy," slowly I narrowed my eyes before feeling a hand on my shoulder, without even looking to see who it was he recognized the soft squeeze as Wilbur's. Removing my sword from Dream's neck I sheathed it hesitantly. 

Slowly I turned to Wilbur, eyes staying focused on his face as there was no obvious injuries there, just a developing black eye. 

I stumbled slightly catching myself and head drooping with hands on knees. Oh yeah, I wiped my nose earlier didn't I? ...Huh.

I could tell I was spiraling into a panic attack. It felt weirdly calm as I almost saw myself dropping to my knees from a third person view. Wilbur was crouched down next to me. There was blood dripping from my face onto the grass. Nothing that wouldn't heal, probably. 

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My thoughts spiraled back to that stupid orphanage server he had been forced into after his parents died. After around a week of being there someone seemed to breach the whitelist, he hid under a few loose floorboards him and some other kids had found not long ago. 

The owner of the orphanage was out buying things from the store. He didn't like her much. She slapped the kids when they misbehaved. 

There were screams of terror outside only to be quickly silenced. I don't know how long I was under those floorboards. It felt like hours but it could have only been 10 minutes. What he did know was that the moment he left his hiding spot he immediately regretted it.

Blood spattered everywhere painting the walls a disgusting red. The dead bodies of fellow orphans littered the halls. The farther he walked the more he wanted to throw up.

Eventually he reached the entrance finding a book there. It had a light blue binding and when he opened the first page he read 'Property of the Antarctic Empire' the next page written:

'I don't like orphans as it is but the way you treat them is horrible. They're better of dead then with you. Consider this a fucking warning.

Signed: 

Technoblade.'