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blueberrysnake · 1 year

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Tommyinnit pog

Summary: I maybe made a backstory for OSMP Tommyinnit… just a little bit.

Chapter 1/1

On ao3 if you prefer: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37840942

Word count: 3490

The young avian was never able to see the sky until he finally escaped his capturers at the ripe age of 10. His parents were killed when he was 5 for their valuable wings so he was forced to endure the painful abuse the kidnappers that referred to themselves as the ‘Four Muffinteers’ decided as acceptable.

Unfortunately for the child, they didn’t exactly think highly of avian hybrids. Or any hybrids for that matter, ranking the #1 most cruel hunter group in all three worlds!

Long story short, the young avian never had a good childhood. And now he found himself running away from the Four Muffinteers base as fast as his scarred, scraped, and bruised legs could take him.

Out of breath, because of his body never being satisfied with the lower quality air that was plentiful in low altitudes, the young blonde sprinted as far as his legs could take him.

He eventually decided he was far enough away, albeit after hours and hours of running, and let the stabs of hunger and pain plague his body as the adrenaline finally runs out.

He looks around for any type of food in the immediate vicinity, spotting an apple tree not too far away.

The 10 year old heads over to the tree and begins to climb, with his shaky weak limbs and malnourished body struggling greatly. Not that he would tell anyone that. He’s a big man!

As he finishes his climb, the sun began to set. The boy noticed this, but had no clue what terrors awaited at night. He was feeling really drowsy, never truly having had a good nights sleep since the place he was held captive was below ground, not that he knew the reason why.

He didn’t know anything about how avians worked, let alone anything else, so when he heard a loud groan that came from a green gross looking figure, he didn’t know exactly what to do.

His parents weren’t really ever allowed to see him, so they couldn’t tell him of the dangers of the outside. He decided that whatever the creature was, it wasn’t good.

So he climbed. And climbed. And climbed. He climbed so high that the branches higher up bent if he put his weight on them.

The boy looked down, and saw multiple green men, all moaning and groaning. He elected to stay up the tree for the night.

Skip ahead a few hours, and the sun is beginning to shine on the horizon, casting its light along the plains biome.

The blonde haired child woke up from his light nap. Disoriented, he attempted to figure out where the heck he is.

He remembers his whereabouts, and the creatures at the bottom of the tree, and he looks down at them. Unfortunately for him, they are being burned alive, and they stink.

After the last of the green creatures get burned, the boy hops down onto the grass. He chooses to walk in one direction, in hopes to find food. He sees a few more trees in the distance, and decides to check there.

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It’s been many years now. The blonde haired child has turned 15. Not that he knows that. He has however gotten very good at scavenging for berries and plants and such, avoiding eating meat ever since the incident. His stomach can tolerate meat more than most avians, but it feels extremely uncomfortable and he hates meat with a burning passion.

He has learned to barely ever travel at night, but to also be extremely cautious traveling in the day. He has many great skills, like fighting of monsters with a makeshift axe that he made himself out of a rock and some branches and some vines.

Everything was pretty uneventful for a few days. The boy was gaining more knowledge of the food not to eat, by first feeding some to local wildlife and waiting a few hours.

He had seen a lot of things die because of that. It’s not his favorite, especially when the berries were served to the animals in bulk, but it’s one of the few ways he survived this long.

As the sun went down, he climbed a tree, and settled in for a restless night. He never tried sleeping higher up, or even going higher up, even though his lungs were begging for it.

Then he heard the moaning and groaning. And the rattling. Lots of it. Scared, the boy looked down, and saw nothing.

He looked to the clearing, and there it was. A man, about the same color the sky makes when it’s rainy. The man had two wings and was see through as well.

But most importantly, the man was being chased.

The blonde boy rushed down the tree, and ran up to the closest monster he could. It was one that was white, and tackled it, effectively killing it. He ran over to the other monsters, and did the same.

The other man looked at the blonde boy when all the monsters were killed.

“Thank you so much!” The man exclaimed, as he tried to get within 12 feet of the blonde boy to clearly take in the boys appearance.

Startled, the blonde boy looked around frantically for the safest way of exit. As the man approached, the blonde decided to run away, not noticing the trap that was in his path.

He neared the trap, not looking at it, but instead at the man, and activated it. Unfortunately for the boy, it trapped him in a thick rope that was painful to chew on.

The man chased him, and saw the child was trapped.

“Hey, it’s okay, I’m not gonna hurt you. I didn’t mean to spook you earlier. I’m sorry. My names Wilbur, and I’m gonna help you, okay?” The man (Wilbur) said in a soft tone, trying to sound non-threatening.

Unfortunately for Wilbur, that just made the blonde struggle even more. His wings were pushed at an awkward angle already, but all the struggling was making his wings ache and begin to bleed.

Wilbur noticed this, and grabbed his ax very quickly, in order to free the young boy. He managed to get a good hit on the rope, and the whole contraption fell apart, the child along with it.

With a yelp of surprise, the boy fell with the rope into a pile on the grass. Still tangled, he attempted to get free. Unfortunately he only got himself more tangled in the process.

Wilbur saw this, and untangled him in one swift motion. The boy just stared up at him with eyes as wide as saucers.

The boy tried to slowly rise to a standing position, but with all the commotion happening, he had injured his ankle. He knew this because it was incredibly painful. Also because when he put his weight on it to stand up, he immediately let out a cry of pain and collapsed onto the floor again.

“Are you okay?!?” Wilbur exclaimed, extremely panicked that the child was injured.

“H-hurt… this.” The boy supplied, pointing to his ankle, trying his best to be coherent after years of not talking.

“Okay I’ll take you to some shelter because the sun is beginning to rise, just try not to move it.” Wilbur said, attempting to comfort the boy, however that just made him panic even more, because he barely understood most of the words.

The blonde haired child was very paniced, and he tried to scoot back away from Wilbur frantically. Wilbur of course noticed this, and went to pick him up. Tommy panicked even more, and went to bite him.

He missed, and went to kicking Wilbur instead with his good foot. When Wilbur blocked his attacks and went to carry him bridal style, he started to cry, not that he would admit that to anyone because he is a big man!

Wilbur began to walk towards his bag which was left discarded on the edge of the clearing right before the attack started, and the blonde boy noticed this. He contemplated asking if they could retrieve his own stuff or not.

“Me have things too. We get them?” The blonde tried communicating with Wilbur.

Luckily Wilbur somehow understood him, and told him to point wherever his stuff was, which quickly led them to a tree. The child went to climb up it, only to be stopped by Wilbur.

“No. You stay. I go.” Wilbur explained, as gently as possible, and as simple as possible because he didn’t want to scare or confuse the child.

Wilbur eventually got to a shaky high up branch near the top of the tree. He grabbed the sack that was plagued in holes of various holes. The strap was almost disinterested and the leather it was made of was extremely worn out. Wilbur had to wonder where the boy got it from.

As Wilbur made his decent, (from the tree, not into madness like in dsmp cannon) he noticed the sky growing even more lighter than before, and realized that they had to find a cave, and fast.

He finally made it to the base of the tree, to find the kid asleep. He tried to lift him up without waking him, but Wilbur was unsuccessful in the matter.

The kid’s eyes shot wide open, and Wilbur couldn’t help but feel bad for the child.

“It’s me. Don’t worry.” Wilbur tried to reassure the boy. It seemed to work, that or the boy was just very tired. Something told Wilbur it was the tired option.

The two made it to a cave that they were able to find shelter from the sun in, because of Wilbur being allergic to it.

Wilbur set the kid down carefully, and began to attempt to asses the wound. The ankle looked to be just very swollen and not broken.

Once he made sure there was no real danger, like broken bones or bleeding, he decided to go to sleep. Making sure to not intimidate the boy by moving to a far end of the cave.

The kid was a very light sleeper and awoke to any noise the cave made. Wilbur also noted how the boy seemed like he really wanted nothing more than a full and uninterrupted night of sleep, if not longer than that.

By the time the sun made its plunge behind the distant mountains, the two were extremely hungry. Painfully hungry.

Luckily for the younger boy, he had some fruits and berries to munch on. Unfortunately for Wilbur, there was no meat in his bag left from previous nights.

The blonde noticed this, and debated sharing his food. Eventually, the child arrived to a decision.

“H-ey! You take little me food, you have no.” The child asked the older man. Wilbur accepted the younger’s offer, and then offered something to the boy.

“Do you want me to teach you common?” Wilbur asked. He noticed the speech pattern

Of the child, and noted how he didn’t seem to know much common.

The blonde stared at Wilbur, clearly searching if he could be trusted. Soon, he responded with a sound of agreement.

So the two spent the rest of the night talking. Trying to communicate. And it lasted like that night after night. Three days later, Wilbur asked the blonde a question that he had no answer to.

“What’s your name by the way, I never learned it.” Wilbur asked the younger, as a conversation starter and a language practice.

“I- uhm…” the blonde sputtered as he tried to think. Tried to come up with an answer to the question Wilbur asked him. He knew what a name was, but he didn’t think he had one.

“I don’t think I have name.” The blonde finally answered, clearly confused.

“That’s alright, we can make one up for you!” Wilbur replied with a grin.

The two began to bounce ideas off of each other. Wilbur giving most of them, and the younger only trying them out.

“Jakob?”

“No”

“Frank?”

“No”

“Mitch? Levi? Tommy?”

“No- wait… to-Tommy?” The blonde liked that one. Maybe this is his name.

“Do you like it?” Wilbur asked, excitement being barely contained as he didn’t want to frighten the boy.

“Yeah. Tommy!” Tommy replied. Happy about his new name.

The two spent the rest of the night laughing and talking, until the sun rose, and forced them to come farther back into the cave to escape the daylight.

Tommy and Wilbur had spent long enough in the cave, and now that Tommy’s leg is healed, they can continue their journey to safety.

Neither boy knows where to go, but there is a narrow opening in the mountains, so they decided to head over in that direction, as it looked like someone had carved out the pathway. They just had to hope it wasn’t from a hunter group.

After day or so of travel, they made it to the passageway in between the mountains. The sun was nowhere to be seen, so the boys started walking along the trail.

The duo made it to the other side with very little time to spare before sunrise, so they didn’t spend any time surveying the land before searching the nearby mountains for a cave.

Luckily for them, there was a cave and they hopped inside of it, Wilbur being glad he had shelter and Tommy just wanting to rest.

As they settled into the cave, Tommy decided to ask Wilbur something.

“I go look around? Check for safe?” He asked his traveling companion.

“Sure, just don’t go to far, and don’t get injured again!” Wilbur responded, glad he had a friend after months of traveling alone.

He had only just died a few months before finding Tommy, so he didn’t know really what his hybrid traits and such did. He was a normal non-hybrid before he died, right? Because of the weirdness of phantom hybrids, Wilbur doesn’t remember much more than blurred names and faces from when he was alive.

Tommy, however, seems to have a strong grasp on his traits, what he can and can’t do, what his strengths and weaknesses are, and how combat works. A clear sign that Tommy had been on his own for a while.

It amazed Wilbur that Tommy was doing so well with his communication skills. He really is a fast learner.

Tommy half ran, half glided into the cave, eyes wide and out of breath.

“There’s a gliding place there!” Tommy tried to piece together a sentence with his still limited knowledge of common. He hadent learned the words for ‘house’ or ‘floating’ yet.

“… Can you explain that better?” Wilbur asked, very confused. Tommy just stared at him, just as confused. The language barrier was still very prominent, especially in situations like this.

Tommy then tried for a good half of an hour explaining what the structure he saw was, but it was pointless, and Wilbur eventually told him they would check it out in the night.

Well the night came fast, and Tommy practically dragged Wilbur to the structure. It took Wilbur less than ten seconds to find what Tommy was showing him. It was a FLOATING HOUSE. He mentally facepalmed.

“Toms that’s a floating house.” Wilbur said, trying to teach Tommy at least the words to describe the structure, even if he was too shocked to teach him definitions to the words.

“Fuh-low-teen how-ce?” Tommy asked, not quite sure how to pronounce the new words he was given. Looking to Wilbur to see if he said them right, he realized Wilbur was moments away from climbing right up it.

“Wait. I don’t like tall places. I never been up tall.” Tommy tried to warn Wilbur.

“Oh uh okay how about I go up, and you stay here. I’ll only be gone for a minute though so don’t worry.” Wilbur replied, slightly concerned on how his winged friend was afraid of heights.

As he climbed up the ladder, he saw Tommy working on killing the very few mobs that were spawning, as he realized the boy was probably going to always be more experienced than he would ever be.

He reached the top, only to be immediately greeted by a tall man with wings similar to Tommy’s but also different. He had a white and green striped bucket hat, and big black feathered wings. Like really big.

“Hey- are you alright mate?” The unknown hybrid asked Wilbur.

“Ye-yeah uhm I’m sorry I didn’t mean to impose or any-anything like that I was just exploring around looking for safety with my friend.” Wilbur managed to explain to the tall man.

“Oh, well you are standing on a hybrid sanctuary at the moment! If you want you and your friend can stay here for as long as you want! My name is Philza Minecraft, Phil for short! What’s your name?” Phil asked Wilbur.

“My names Wilbur. Are you sure we can stay here and be safe?” Wilbur questioned Phil. His question was answered by Phil’s quick nod.

“Alright then I guess I’ll go get my friend then. He’s a little afraid of heights though so I’ll have to ask him if he wants to stay here.” Wilbur informed Phil.

“How about I come down with you then? Maybe I can help him?” Phil suggested. Wilbur replied with a resounding yes as he didn’t want to pass up an opportunity of safety.

Then Wilbur simply phased through the ground to go speak with Tommy. Phil flew down to meet the boy.

As Tommy saw a strange man falling/gliding down to him, Tommy got really scared and almost ran away to hide. That was until he noticed Wilbur right next to him.

So then when Phil got down the three all talked about staying for a few nights. Tommy of course was very cautious, because of a few reasons:

who EVEN is this random guy named Phil?

Why is this thing FLYING?

Seriously WHY

This Phil guy could be lying

So yeah, they were trying to convince Tommy for so long, the sun was almost to rise. Because of this, they actually did have to spend the night.

Tommy was too scared to actually climb the ladder though, so Phil of course had to carry him while Wilbur climbed the ladder. Tommy had to be carried bridal style in order to be safe from any danger of falling.

About three fourths of the way up, Tommy got extremely tired. The most tired he has ever been. So much so, he could barely keep his eyes open.

When they arrived at the top, Tommy was barely awake. Phil noticed this, and immediately realized that because of the child’s fear of heights, Tommy must’ve never gotten any decent sleep.

Phil noticed Wilbur’s worried look and explained to him the situation, while walking over slightly fast to a nest.

He set Tommy down, and by the time that Phil had led Wilbur to a room with less windows for less chance of burning, Tommy was fast asleep.

And he stayed that way. For days. It was a little less than a week before he woke up again, panicked and looking for Wilbur. Phil gave him some cold water and some bread, and Tommy had finished both within three minutes.

After a few minutes of being awake, Phil finally asked Tommy a question.

“What hybrid type are you?”

“I don’t know… sorry.” Tommy replied, barely over a whisper because if he messed up his common it would be harder to tell.

“It’s okay, mate. We’ll just figure it out together!” Phil replied, while thinking of defining characteristics of hybrids. When he realized he didn’t know of that many, he went to pull out a hybrid trait book out of his inventory.

After an hour or so of searching, they finally came across avian. It was the only thing that matched Tommy’s wings. The description read as follows:

“Though avians are born without wings, like elytrans they grow their wings once they come of age. The natural born runners have wingspans naturally too small to be able to fly properly. They have very few redeeming qualities. This species is nearly extinct due to excessive hunting for the rare wings. As of 20XX, fewer than 100 avians remain, passing the elytrans on the extinct chart. Avians are born allergic to meat, and are unable to fly. The species is predicted to become extinct within the next 20 years if no changes are made” Phil read aloud to Wilbur and Tommy.

“What’s allergic? And extinct?” Tommy asked very hesitantly, afraid of being judged by the men.

“Allergic means you can’t eat it, and extinct means that there’s no more left.” Wilbur replied.

The three sat in silence for a while. Tommy was one of the last avians alive. Then, they all decided that it would be safest to just move in with Phil.

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dragooned-speaks · 2 months

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Down Into The Empty Pit of H*ll

Hello ppl! My first attempt at an actual fandom fic, and since I never watched the streams, I did my best but some details may be off. Also, this applies to personality. I did my best to write them in character, but when you’re relying on fanfics to do this… yeah. Also, Tommy was exiled on an island.. right? I tried not to cuss for Tommy so… Also, this might be stretching the timeline (I’m not that up to date on Dream SMP), and this probably didn’t happen, but I wrote this. Now it’s my headcanon (my first!) Also, fair warning, I didn’t read through this after writing it. Whelp, gotta pray on my life for it I guess.

TWs: Death, Temporary Death, Major Character Death, Permanent Deaths, Limbo, Dead People, Bleeped Out Cusses, Angst Without A Happy Ending, Spoilers for Dsmp, Killing, Slight gore? (Aka dead body right after dying), This Is Kinda An Ambiguous Ending, Possession, Illusions, Limbo, Emotional Damage, characters that are (probably) ooc.

“Why don’t you go see him then.”

With those words, the moldy, brown green potato hit him for the last time, and-

THUD

Cold concrete pressed against his skin as the freezing temperature jump started him once more. He had definitely broken something, and he could practically hear his wings screaming in pain. He brought his hands up to push away the dirty, grimy blond hair before freezing. His hands were calloused from exile, but he swore he had at least dunked his hair in water once or twice in the cold, briny water of the sea that surrounded his island.

“Tommy?”

The voice trembled in the air, as if it might fall flat of its target. It was quiet, somber, and yet… it was familiar to him.

Turning, he found himself faced with his.. his brother. But there was something wrong with him. His once peachy, vibrant skin had dulled to an ashy gray, worse than Pogtopia, borderline monotone. His wings were no longer brown, rather ragged and gray not unlike Ghostbur’s. Bright warm brown eyes were empty like the void and dark like the corners of this strange hall.

His brown, fluffy hair he loved to spend so long caring for was limp and dull, sporting a white streak. The beanie he loved so much was tattered and worn, and it looked years older than when Tommy had last seen it.

“You died?” Wilbur asked, without beating around a bush as he would have before.

Confused, the young avian tilted his head.

“I… didn’t die?”

Wilbur smiled, but it looked sad, and tears that used to flow stained his face.

“That’s what they all say, don’t they?”

Dying… suddenly, a light brown blob flashed before his eyes, being swung straight towards him as he closed his eyes, waiting, as he heard the sadistic laugh of the one named-

“Tommy?”

A cry of agonizing pain shook the halls, and Tommy jumped as his reddish brown wings ruffled in panic. He turned over to see… Wilbur, flickering as he fell to the floor. Without knowing it, Tommy was instantly at his side, easing him back to his feet.

“What happened W- what happened?”

He wasn’t ready to say the name just yet.

Again, Wilbur flashed him that same sad smile he had before.

“It’s Dream, Tommy.”

Confusion must have been clear on his face, as Wilbur took in a deep breath before speaking.

“The wielder of the Revival Book controls limbo-“

“The Revival Book?!” Tommy interrupted. “It’s real?”

“Yes, Tommy,” Wilbur said, smile somehow even sadder. “It’s real, and its wielder controls limbo, whether it’s pleasant or terrible, or if it feeds off your fear.”

“Dream…”

“Yes, and I was chosen for this position.”

“What position?”

“I have to show people the way and send them on to their limbo.”

Tommy’s blue eyes quickly snapped towards Wilbur’s face from where they were straying away.

“Wait what?!”

Wilbur’s eyebrows bent in a u shape, as if sympathetic.

“The limbo knows all I want is to keep people safe, so now I have to send people off knowing that they’ll be suffering.”

“Why can’t I just stay here though?” Tommy asked, head tilting in the bird like way he tended to. “What’s stopping me?”

“Oh, Tommy, I would keep every spirit here if I could, but I can’t.”

“Well- that’s- that’s stupid!” Tommy spat, turning his head away before Wilbur could see his watery eyes.

Suddenly, Wilbur’s eyes shot open, and his body stiffened.

“Wilbur?” Tommy tried.

“Glad to see you two have been getting along,” Wilbur sneered.

Immediately, Tommy stiffened, recognizing the sadist’s voice.

“Oh, come on Tommy,” Wilbur grinned. “Playtime’s over now.”

“Get the f*ck away b*tch!” Tommy cried, scrambling backwards, tears evaporating in his fear.

“Come on, that’s no way to treat your only friend, is it now?”

Tommy flinched, and slowly glanced up, feeling the feathers on his head poof as he saw Wilbur’s eyes glowing that hateful shade of green as strings held his brother up like a puppet. Before he registered what was happening, “Wilbur” grabbed his arm and dragged him into a subway train that had come without him noticing.

As “Wilbur” threw him into the train car, he saw tears glistening in the dark eyes of his once brother.

“Goodbye Wilby.” He whispered, and by magic, which was probably true, Wilbur heard him.

As the train doors began to close, Tommy saw Wilbur’s eyes no longer glowing as he ran toward the shutting doors, full on crying. As the train began to move, he barely caught the whisper of sound that left his brother’s lips.

“Goodbye Toms.”

Tommy didn’t know how long it was until the train doors opened, only that it felt like months had passed in the small, compact compartment he was shut in. He grew used to the hard, plastic chairs and the shade of green that ruined his life striped against the gray iron of the walls. He knew where everything was, so there was no need to open his eyes. It hurt when he kept them open too long. Finally, when he felt like he was going stir crazy, the doors finally opened.

Slowly, Tommy’s eyes peeled open, and all he saw was a hazy version of the hall he had left Wilbur in. Wilbur…

As he focused his eyes, he jumped when he saw Wilbur’s sad, somber face appear in the mist. But something was wrong… his eyes glistened like a mad man, and he held his hands near a- Tommy’s heart dropped. He held his hand near a button.

The Button.

“It was never meant to be!” Wilbur shouted at the sky.

Tommy sprung at him, muscles coiled tight as his wings beat to help him travel towards his avian brother.

“No!”

Wilbur slammed his hand on the button, and everything burned a bright color. Tommy braced himself, wings instinctively covering his head and body with the soft feathers. When the painful glare dimmed and his eyes weren’t killing him, he opened his eyes. There it was, L’manberg, in all its unfinished glory.

“Do it Philza, kill me!”

“Yo-you-re- You’re my son!”

“They all want you to, look at them!”

Tommy ran towards the pair, already knowing what had happened on November 16th. He tackled towards Phil, only to fall straight through, landing hard and skidding on the cold concrete flooring.

“Do it, Killza kill me!”

Tommy heard a gut wrenching scream, and as he turned, he froze at the body of his brother, cradled in the hands of his killer.

As he turned, the mist filled the empty space as he curled into a small ball in that empty, green fog filling his senses. How long had it been since he entered his limbo? It felt like years, ticking by as voices spoke seemingly in his ear to gain his attention and force him to live through another scene that he runs from.

“We have a traitor here in our midst.”

The execution.

“You wanna be a hero Tommy?”

Technoblade’s betrayal.

“It’s for the peace, Tommy.”

The betrayal of Tubbo, his best friend.

“Tommy. You f*cked up.”

Scared, Tommy’s wings poofed out again, and he subconciously jerked his head towards the voice. As he focused, bright green eyes shone in the darkening mist. The unnaturally pale fingers grabbed at his arm once more and tugged him upwards.

“F*CK!” Tommy screamed, and no, he did not scream like a little girl.

He screamed like the big man he was. The ceiling rushed towards him, closing in as he reached the roof of his limbo- and passed straight through. For another eternity he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see, couldn’t think, as he hurtled through dark void after dark void.

He glimpsed a broken man, bottles littering the floor and ram horns jutting into his eyes. A short, squat man wearing a mustache and a brightly colored sombrero patterned with red, green and white sticking out his tongue while crying out of his left eye at the sight of hundreds of dead bodies. So many others flashed by, limbo after limbo as Tommy shot upwards, dragged by the hand of his “friend”.

Finally, he broke through the surface, appearing in a small obsidian box with lava for a wall. He gasped for breath as he lay, heaving on the mix of crying and normal obsidian.

“How long were you down there Tommy?”

Tommy ignored him.

“I said.”

Fingers grabbed harshly at Tommy’s face, pulling it to look up at the face of the liar, the psycho, the crazy manipulator who ruined his life. His supposed friend smirked down at him, green eyes glowing maniacally.

“How long. Were you down there?”

“I- I don’t know,” Tommy rambled. “A- a week- a month? Ph-Phil, where’s Phil? Where’s Fundy? Where’s Jack? Anybody?!”

At the final sentence, he looked around the cell desperately.

“Tommy-“

“L- let me go you b*stard.”

“TOMMY!”

Silence followed the loud yell that Dream had emitted as Tommy cowered beneath the older man.

“You were down there for two days.”

“Wha- what?”

“Two days, Tommy, no more, no less.”

Tommy, however, wasn’t listening as he looked at his back. Or rather, his wings. They were gray, twisted masses that, instead of Wilbur’s new bright blue like Ghostbur’s when he hands out his blue, it was a dark, leafy green that leered at him.

“Tommy. Are. You. Listening.”

Each and every syllable was an angry breath. Tommy slowly cranked his head upwards, as he say Dream readying another starch filled punch.

“Maybe now you’ll learn to listen.”

As the fist charged towards his face, a new but prominent instinct in Tommy took hold, and he phased through the punch. He wanted to laugh at Dream’s shocked face, but he was too scared.

He had finally cracked, and he yelled with all his might, “SAM! HELP! HE’S KILLING ME!”

Dream flinched away from the yell and another voice was heard in the distance.

“I’m coming Tommy! Just hang on!”

The lava slowly stopped dripping downwards and Tommy stepped onto the platform.

“Suck it, green boy.”

As he was leaving he brought his hands up once more to brush away the blonde locks- but once again he froze. A huge chunk of his hair had a white streak, just like the one he saw in Wilbur’s hair.

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