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It had been days since Dream’s visit and Tommy’s hands hadn’t stopped shaking once. Tommy almost couldn’t remember what it was like to feel happy in Las Nevadas for allowing himself to indulge in even the smallest of joys filled him with the horrible sense that it would be the last time he was happy – ever.
And through all that, he had to actually do his fucking job. As it turned out, maybe that whole ‘rights’ thing wasn’t all it was cut out to be.
“Ugh, and I’ve got, about ten hours left here, Foolish – this should be considered a hate crime!” Tommy whined as he stood behind the bar with his giant coworker.
Since the incident, Quackity had made sure to keep him around the more powerful members of staff, meaning he could no longer take orders like he used to. Instead, he was stuck behind the bar with Foolish (whose name he had been forced to awkwardly admit he’d forgotten) and for all that he tried to make it a bit more fun, dealing with stupid drunks and shit-covered gambling addicts could never be a pleasant experience.
“Also you have that whole abduction thing - I don’t know what’s going on with that,” Foolish muttered,”Yeah, your life is a whole lot more interesting than mine.”
Tommy gasped suddenly, a long, extended mess of breaths and saliva, choking on his own spit for what felt like hours,”Foolish, you can’t be serious- you’re- I mean, you’re whatever the fuck you are, I’m just a human, I can’t do any cool shit,” Tommy huffed,”Also me ‘ands are all fucked so you’re so much cooler than I am,” Tommy determined, widening his eyes as though Foolish was truly speaking life-changing words.
“Sure, walking, talking human,” Foolish shrugged, passing a drink to a man who looked like he was moments away from passing out from sheer drunkenness.
In just a few days at the bar, Tommy had already left behind phrases like: ‘Are you sure that guy’s okay’, or ‘Is it even legal to give people drinks like that?’ because, as it turned out, people didn’t like to be told that they had a problem, even when it was clear that they hadn’t left the floor in three days.
Still, it meant that nobody really cared when they got their drink so long as it arrived at some point, aside from a few of the rowdier sort, though usually Foolish took those ones as though Tommy was made of glass.
Quackity wandered over and Tommy immediately grabbed a glass and began to scrub it, easily slipping into the facade of actually working. As it turned out, his weird ass hands made it really easy to scrub shit because of their unique shape, even if it was a little odd. It wasn’t like he could do much else with the webbing, though Quackity had the best surgeon on his payroll and Quackity had promised that his name was a few months down the list for the coolest hands he’d ever seen.
“Hey, man!” Quackity cheered, bouncing over as though he’d had a little to drink himself. It was a habit of Quackity’s, it seemed – Foolish didn’t go into detail much but from what it seemed, Quackity had a little bit of a problem himself, so it made sense that he owned a casino.
“Hey, Big Q!” Tommy replied, easily slipping into Quackity Mode. Tommy knew Quackity loved nicknames, loved to feel like he was included and equal to those around him. Puffy had quite a lot to say about that habit of his, though everyone seemed to have quite the mix of things to say about Quackity.
“What brings you here?” Tommy asked, fully aware of the glares that Foolish kept sending in Quackity’s direction.
“Oh, you know, the usual – a bit of a drink, see how the floor is doing. What use would I have if I spent all day upstairs? Come on, man, every now and then even I have to go and see what’s going on in my casino – what if everything went to shit while I was gone?” Quackity shrugged, and Tommy looked over to see that Foolish had already prepared him a drink, what Tommy assumed was, in fact, his regular.
“I guess,” Tommy said awkwardly, trailing off nervously upon realising that he had nothing of interest to say,”I had a really big poo the other day.”
Tommy didn’t know if it was just regular Quackity or if he’d had a bit more to drink than usual, but he seemed to find Tommy’s declaration immensely funny, as though he’d never heard anything so brilliant in his life. His laugh was so contagious, like there was nothing he could do around Quackity but laugh with him. He pulled people in amazingly, like a spider catching people in his web or a tornado dragging people around. Even Quackity laughing at his poop ‘joke’ made him feel incredible, though, like he’d done more than simply talk to his boss.
“That’s brilliant, man,” Quackity cheered, putting a wad of cash on his table,”Don’t give any to Foolish – you know how sharks are,” he muttered.
“Speciesm…” Foolish muttered under his breath, staring very intently down at the bar as though debating whether it would be better to destroy the table or Quackity. Tommy suspected he could break both in seconds though it was clear that it wasn’t that easy, not in Las Nevadas.
“Hm,” Quackity hummed, taking a sip of his drink. Whether he was responding to Foolish’s accusations or merely appreciating the drink, Tommy didn’t know. Internally, he wondered which was worse.
“So, long day?” Tommy asked, wracking his brain for all of the work shit that people were supposed to say. In his room, he had a little list that Charlie had written up for him of all the things that you were supposed to say to people who were drinking, a well-researched list that Tommy had compiled from weeks of shadowing his colleagues (and wasn’t that a weird term for them? As though they were equal…)
Quackity nodded, amused,”Yeah, there was supposed to be a trade deal put into place, you know? But I guess fuck Quackity and fuck Las Nevadas. It’s not like I’m running a country here, am I? It’s not like I’m actually trying to keep a population alive, right? I’m just Quackity from Las-ne-fucking-vadas, laughingstock of the world,” Quackity hissed, slamming his hand down on the bar as though it had personally offended him.
Foolish seemed to reevaluate his movements, stiffening up and putting on a more serious expression. Clearly, he, too, recognised that Quackity wasn’t in the mood to be trifled with. It was becoming increasingly clear that despite Quackity’s seeming niceness, there was a high chance for someone’s head to go through that wood. Tommy really didn’t want it to be his…
“Sorry about that,” Tommy said nervously, unable to figure out what he was supposed to say. It turned out that a life of living in a cabin in the middle of nowhere was not good for figuring out how to speak to your boss, even if he was usually a pretty straightforward guy.
Foolish sent him a startled look, a clear warning for him to shut the fuck up before things escalated. Tommy wondered what had sent him into such a state though it seemed that whatever had happened, Quackity would spill it soon enough.
“It’s not your fault, Tommy. It’s the fault of Kinoko fucking Kingdom. I mean, who the fuck do they think they are? Karl and Sapnap, both of them. Friends with that dickhead and I think that they’re actually decent and then they stab me in the fucking back. Tommy, don’t get engaged,” he spat.
“Don’t think I legally can, Big Q,” Tommy said as cheerfully as he could, not taking his eyes of Quackity’s hands as he scrubbed a clean cup for the hundredth time.
“Good, good, they’ll only break your heart, Tommy, they’ll only betray you. They’re all like that, you know? They’ll stab you in the fucking back and leave you with nothing to show for it, when everything you do is for them.” he spat, looking down only at the dented wood with a confused expression on his face.
With that, he lifted himself up off the stool (with some difficulty) and with the grace of a bull in a china shop, manoeuvred back to his rooms, half carried there by a bodyguard who seemed to have materialised out of nowhere, as Quackity’s bodyguards were prone to doing. This one, a creeper hybrid with green spots all over his cheek, stared at Quackity with a distant look as though there was truly nothing going on his mind aside from the thought that he needed to watch Quackity.
Tommy stared at Quackity as he left, putting the cup down and staring at Foolish who seemed to have deflated as though he’d been unable to breathe since Quackity’s arrival.
“What the fuck was that?” Tommy asked, urgently, eyes practically bulging out of his head in astonishment.
“That’s Quackity in a bad mood,” Foolish drawled,”A mild version, of course. Quackity’s… not as nice a man as he pretends to be, you know?”
Tommy hummed,”He seems to really hate Kinoko Kingdom – what happened – did he divorce the leader or something?”
Foolish laughed,”Not even divorced – it’s a whole situation, you know? Quackity’s very good at getting himself into situations,” Foolish shrugged.
With that, the conversation was over, leaving them in silence until another customer came over and the drinks got pouring.
Tommy absorbed Foolish’s words, vowing to not make the same mistakes that Foolish had clearly learned from. He may have been a human, less intelligent than Foolish and all the stuff that came with being a human loaded onto his back, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t understand when to keep quiet, what not to mention around specific people.
Tommy stared off into the distance, looking vaguely out at the room, scanning for any potential trace of a certain green man. Tommy wondered when they’d see each other again – if Dream was even coming back. He needed reinforcements, of course – it was Dream, he’d learned from his previous mistake of coming alone, of course, because it was Dream, after all.
Rationally, Tommy knew it would be weeks – if not months – before Dream came back, before he was forced to see any reminders of his past. He was supposed to have been used to his life in the casino by now, the safety and security of the constant surveillance by the sheer amounts of guards – he had Foolish with him, less than a metre away at all times like the bar was their cell that they were trapped in together. Still, Tommy couldn’t help but feel as though he was lucky for the time he had, every peaceful moment before the storm.
Tommy’s blood ran cold at the mere thought of what Dream could do to him.
“-Hey, shitbrain, I said get me a fucking drink!” a merling hybrid spat, casting him a look nastier than the ugliest sea monster.
“Sorry, sorry!” Tommy huffed, raising his hands up in mock surrender.
Immediately, like most customers (or, ‘clients’ as Quackity put it) her demeanor changed and, from the sight of his hands alone, immediately sized him up as something lesser-than.
“What did you want again?” Tommy asked, putting a hand over the pumps in anticipation.
“I want wine – L’manberg Brewery,” she ordered, slapping her Nevadacard down on the table as though she owned the place.
“Of course, coming right up,” Tommy huffed.
With that, he began preparing the drink quickly enough, slowed down some by his hands.
“Foolish?” Tommy asked, turning to his coworker for the actual pouring.
Foolish politely poured out the drink, giving a far better customer service smile than Tommy to the woman, something that was probably supposed to be flirtatious – not that Tommy knew much about that sort of stuff.
“Your drink, ma’am,” Foolish offered, outstretching his weirdly long arms to her.
With that, Tommy was left doing nothing again. He stared out as he’d done a million times that shift, simply waiting for something to happen.
And then it did.
As though someone had shut off all electricity, every machine, every light and every sound instantly cut off, leaving the large room in a deathly silence. The light from the open doors didn’t dare reach as far as Tommy so he couldn’t see his own hands for how dark it was.
“Tommy, get down,” Foolish whispered, pulling him below the bar.
“What? Why!” Tommy exclaimed,”It’s just a power cut or something – we’re not going to die,” he joked,”and shouldn’t we be helping all the people here?”
Foolish lifted Tommy up by the shirt till their eyes met in the darkness,”This has never happened before, Tommy. You understand me? There’s only two people who could pull something like this and both of them want you,”
It finally dawned on Tommy what the issue was and he silently burrowed his head into the ground like a mole hybrid. His eyes darkened and he stared at the rotten, ancient tiling with a vacant expression.
“Foolish…?” Tommy whispered.
“What, Tommy?” asked Foolish.
“I’m not going to die, right?” Tommy managed, breath shaking as the words left his croaking mouth.
“...I don’t know,” Foolish admitted from wherever he was, though from the sound Tommy could tell he’d stood back up again, like an angel watching over him. Only, Tommy wasn’t sure if Foolish was up to the challenge.
It had taken a while for it to click – people were scared of Dream and Techno. They whispered their names with a strange sort of reverence, as though they were both gods in mortal bodies – the man Tommy had seen grow from a young boy had become a monster, and Dream, the man he’d assumed to be a run-of-the-mill human hunter, had been someone so despicable that he was blacklisted from most public places.
“Okay,” Tommy muttered, though they both knew that it wasn’t okay, that when he was found, there would be a confrontation. Tommy doubted that Quackity was in the state to defend him again meaning it was just him, Foolish and Charlie (as well as Quackity’s large collection of bodyguards) preventing his abduction.
“Bruuh, he’s not here – Quackity’s probably shoved him in the trunk by now!” Techno declared, sighing at whoever he was talking to.
Tommy’s eyes widened and Foolish slammed a hand over his mouth before he even had the chance to say anything.
“You’re being stupid, Quackity’s not that smart – he’ll keep Tommy here till he can’t anymore,” he determined,”and then and only then would he retreat – I’ve been here before, I’ve fought him before, I know what he’s like,” Dream decided.
“Oh, of course, Dream, the guy who infamously caused that scar on Quackity’s face,” Techno scoffed.
Tommy’s eyes widened at Techno’s casual statement – he had assumed that someone dangerous had caused the horrific wound, but Techno? The man who had half raised him and brushed his hair and fed him, had not only mutilated Quackity in such a way but appeared utterly nonchalant about it?
“You could at least try to care – even I care a bit about Quackity,” Dream complained, his voice subtly getting closer.
It was then that Tommy noticed that the entire room seemed to be in dead silence. Perhaps some things continued as normal when it was just Dream in the casino, but from the shaking breaths of some of the people in front of the bar, it was clear that both of them posed a much larger threat.
Where the fuck were Quackity’s bodyguards?
“Bruuh, why should I care about Quackity? He’s just some guy I fought once back in L’manberg. Just ‘cause you guys used to be friends doesn’t mean we did – you underestimate how entirely different our circles are,” Techno determined.
Dream sighed as though Techno was a toddler who knew absolutely nothing and Tommy heard their feet get closer than ever to the bar.
“Found you,”
Tommy felt himself be dragged up by powerful arms, slammed into the bar as his captor – Dream, it had been Dream’s voice – lifted him closer.
Instantly, Tommy was alight, like a great, burning match. Tommy spasmed like he was suffering from an utterly horrific seizure, heart thumping harder than a doormouse on steroids. He felt bile rise in his throat like he was a moment away from vomiting up his own blood, a deep pain in his chest that he recognised distantly as fear.
“Tommy, run!” Foolish yelled, slamming a glass onto what he assumed was Dream, who dropped him almost immediately.
With that, Tommy rolled onto the floor, racing over to the exit to the bar, which was already blocked by Techno, who looked far larger and more menacing than he ever had before.
“Tommy, I’m sorry about the voices, I really am, but that’s no excuse to run away from me. If Dream hadn’t reported you missin’, I would have thought you were dead – I did think you were dead, Tommy. I spent ages huntin’ for you everywhere, thinkin’ you were dead the whole time,” Techno spat as he chased Tommy around the bar on their respective sides, glaring as though Tommy had well and truly destroyed his life,”I was alone, Tommy, I was alone with Chat,” he declared, lunging over the table at him in an act which would have been comedic considering Techno’s size, was he not quite so massive and armed.
Tommy dodged him, jumping back and freezing for a moment in fear… that was, until a familiar gloopy feeling brushed against his side.
“Charlie!” Tommy cheered, taking the slime’s hand.
Tommy breathed in and out in an attempt at calming himself but that did nothing when his fear was very real and very immediate, when he was wasting time he didn’t have, when he was moments away from sudden and horrific death or kidnapping.
“Tommy, you fucked me, too. You fucked me over,” Dream grunted from where he lay wrestling with Foolish, who was similarly on the floor.
Tommy almost laughed at Dream’s choice of words but there was no humour to be found there anymore. Charlie impatiently grabbed at his arm again and Tommy finally followed, Charlie pulling him over the bar with the assistance of his slimy mass acting as an escalator. Tommy would have asked if Charlie was okay with him using him as a stool but that would have made Charlie’s job even harder and that was the least that Tommy wanted to do, especially when the whole casino had practically been shut down for him.
With his finally being on the other side of the bar, Dream grabbed at his feet, though he was kept down by Foolish who was still miraculously on top due to his considerable size. Dream sent an axe through Foolish’s arm, cutting it clean off so that blood spurted all over them both, a bit landing on Tommy’s foot as Dream pulled harder and harder.
“Fuck off, Dream!” Tommy yelled, surging forwards with Charlie even though he knew he was trapped.
“Tommy, you belong to me – and Techno, but still – you belong to me!” Dream yelled, pulling harder till Tommy was sent to the ground despite Charlie’s pulling in the opposite direction, like a more miserable child of divorce.
“You don’t fucking own me, you green bastard – I own myself, I’m my own fucking person!” Tommy screamed, yelling the phrase like it was his war cry.
“I disagree,” Techno decided, grabbing him by the neck like he weighed nothing. Tommy almost doubted that he existed for a moment, Techno’s grab barely hurting like it was designed to hold people like him – humans. Tommy realised that it was not a movement to hold, it was a movement to subdue, to capture his species and that only made him shake and move even more.
With that, Charlie surged into Techno’s mouth like he intended to choke him, replacing all of his air with thick, gloopy slime. It was after a good ten seconds that Tommy realised that choking was, in fact, Charlie’s intention – though Techno was a violent dickhead, Tommy had to wonder for the first time if he really wanted him dead.
The answer came easy enough.
“Charlie! Charlie, no, stop!” he yelled, just as Techno dropped him on the floor, his arms finally going limp.
Charlie popped out of Techno’s mouth like it was a little door, parts of him leaving through Techno’s mouth, as well.
Techno, the brave and mighty warrior, fell to the ground – but that didn’t mean he was done.
It was Dream, though, that made the next move. He had made quick work of Foolish, a fact that he had not realised as he watched Techno slowly choke to death, and all four of Foolish’s limbs had made their way onto the floor, a gift from Dream’s axe, and though Tommy wanted nothing more than to ignore it, the fact was that Foolish was likely going to bleed out, sooner rather than later at that.
Tommy opened his eyes in horror, staring at where Foolish lay bleeding, a sight so horrific that even the darkness of the room wasn’t enough to conceal it The blood sprayed out onto the ground as tears poured from the eyes of Foolish, who had only minutes before appeared so brave and confident, so knowledgeable and wise.
“Wait, wait, stop! Fuck!” Tommy sobbed, only then realising that tears were trailing down his face to begin with. Though his throat was sore and hoarse, he could only imagine the sheer agony Foolish found himself suffering through in that moment.
Foolish moaned in pain, unable to do a thing as he slipped about in his own blood, staring in shock at his own limbs slowly drifting away from him, carried away by the sheer quantity of blood which slowly poured out of both the chopped-off limbs and what remained attached.
“Oh?” Dream huffed,”Are we ready to come with us?” he mocked.
Choking on his own words, Tommy could barely spit out a wheezed, pained “yes” that was so faint he doubted Techno and Dream had even heard it.
“I’ll go with you if you just help Foolish – potions, bandages, anything! Please!” Tommy begged, sinking to his hands and knees like a pathetic little pet.
Dream and Techno turned to look at each other, a silent conversation occurring right above his bed, shutting Tommy out just as much as he had been all of those years as a pet, his word meaning absolutely nothing to his own ‘family’.
“You never considered me a part of the family,” Tommy sobbed, “You’re a liar, I know you’re a fucking liar,” Tommy spat, looking Techno in the vague direction of his eyes even if it was impossible to see things through the intense darkness Dream and Techno had brought upon the room.
“Tommy, be quiet,” Dream huffed, walking over to him and, just when Tommy thought that Dream would choke him or kick him to the floor, he brought an axe though his neck instead.
Tommy didn’t even have another thought after that.
For a few moments, Tommy had absolutely no idea what was going on. It was like his brain was powered on, but there was no stimuli – it wasn’t dark, nor light, just nothing, absolutely nothing.
And then it all changed.
His whole body lit up in a thousand volts of agony, his eyes watering as he was shredded in an electrocuting shredder of pain. Time was meaningless as Tommy spent a thousand years in that pain-state, his eyes and heart and mind aflame as he was burned to what should have been his death. He felt himself be cut upon, like he was mid-vivisection, his organs to be made into a great meat burger for the pleasure of some knowing hybrids.
Tommy didn’t know where he was or what he was doing, but he certainly knew he was in a shitload of pain.
Finally, when he had given up hope for the thousandth time, it all came to an end and Tommy was sent tumbling down, down, down, weightless for a moment.
And then he hit the ground.
His skull shattered on impact, his ribs broken into a hundred pieces and a paralysing pain flying through him. Really, he should have been actually paralysed but, like it had never happened, the pain was gone and Tommy could stand up.
It was at that moment that he heard it.
“Tommy? Tommy!” Wilbur cheered, the voice matching that of the brother that he had once loved and thought he’d known.
Still, Tommy allowed Wilbur to hug him all the same, even if his eyes refused to allow him all sight and despite the fact that contact in one spot alone was enough to electrify Tommy’s body once more, as though them touching was forbidden by some higher power. Tommy wondered if this was his punishment in the afterlife for something he’d done at some point, or perhaps if whoever ran the afterlife merely really hated humans for some reason. It wouldn’t surprise him – being a human fucking sucked, knowing how Tubbo and Ranboo and every other human he’d ever seen had suffered.
“What? Wilbur, Wilbur, where am I? Wilbur, what is this? Where are we?” Tommy pleaded, staring in the direction Wilbur’s voice seemed to be coming from.
“Tommy…? You can speak? I didn’t think…” Wilbur trailed off, touching him again in such a way that hurt him beyond what he’d ever experienced before, even when he’d scaled Dream’s fence and suffered through the shocks that had consumed his body.
“Yeah, Wil, I can speak. I also know what you did – I don’t know what to think about that. Dream killed me,” Tommy whispered, shocked somehow that the usual pain in his vocal chords was gone.
Experimentally, he felt what should have been the webbing between his fingers only to feel nothing, as though there had never been anything there to begin with.
Tommy’s eyes widened as he moved his fingers around with more freedom than he’d had in years.
“Dream? But Dream…” Wilbur trailed off, as though he was thinking something he’d consider too upsetting for Tommy’s ears.
“Wilbur, I’m not an idiot. What did Dream do – before he killed me like a rat fucking bastard,” Tommy huffed.
Wilbur sighed, though Tommy could already feel from his own breath that the action was entirely unnecessary – they were dead, now, there was no air to breathe anyway even if their hearts did move.
“Dream… helped me out a bit. I’m a bit scheptical that he would hurt you, Tommy. What, did he storm the cabin? The old man would never allow that…” Wilbur mused.
“Yeah, well I wasn’t living with Phil, or Techno,” Tommy huffed,”I went to Dream’s house, I ran away from Techno, and then I ran away from there as well, to Las Nevadas,” Tommy declared.
“What?” Wilbur cried out suddenly,”You? Tommy, our fucking pet, ran away?” Tommy could sense (even without his sight) that Wilbur was caressing the side of his head as though it was a little child.
“What, think I’m too stupid for that, prick?” Tommy spat, unsure what was coming over him. He was usually shouty, sure, but he wasn’t usually… rude…
Tommy mused that if he was surprised at his mood, Wilbur would have been shocked. Gone was the silent little pet who seemed to do whatever his owners needed; he was his own person – and dead.
Well, it had been a shit few years, then, hadn’t it?”
“No, no, I don’t think you’re stupid at all, I was just… surprised…” Wilbur determined after much hesitation.
“Why did you blow up L’manberg, Wilbur?” Tommy asked bluntly, his tone monotonous as he asked the question which had been plaguing him for months.
“Well…” Wilbur whispered,”I guess… Tommy, I built L’manberg up from the fucking ground, you understand? It was I who made it independent from the SMP, me who did everything in that fucking place. And then- and then Schlatt came in and ruined everything. Tommy, there was nothing I could do, L’manberg had to end, so I ended it, forever, turned it into a fucking crater,” Wilbur ranted, a glowing light appearing in Tommy’s vision despite the fact that he could feel his eyes glued shut.
“Wil, you know people live there today? It’s beautiful, really… I don’t think Schlatt lives there anymore, though,” Tommy explained,”so maybe that’s it.”
“Oh, I know Schlatt isn’t there anymore – he’s dead – had a heart attack in front of all of us and fucking died. He’s here with us, now, but he’s asleep most of the time… guess all that drink caught up to him…” Wilbur mused, “But anyway, wherever you went, Tommy, wasn’t fucking L’manberg. It might have been in the same place, but L’manberg is dead and it’s never coming back.”
“It-” Tommy began, quickly deciding to cut himself off,”You can’t just say that, Wilbur. Look, I’m dead, and I didn’t get to see much – that’s shit. But L’manberg was one of the places I saw and it’s beautiful. There’s a statue for all the people who died and they have shit built up on stilts, it’s one of the coolest places I’ve ever seen. They hate you there, you know?” Tommy asked.
“I hope they do,” Wilbur replied in a dull monotone.
“Look, you dickhead, I mourned you – I fucking mourned you. I cried over your death, I missed you, and now you’re acting like I never even mattered to you,” Tommy determined.
Wilbur scoffed,”Of course you mattered to me, Tommy, just- You were my pet, okay? You weren’t supposed to think or feel like us. I don’t think you talked when you were alive and it’s great that you can now you’re dead, but I didn’t think much of you. You’re adorable, even though now you’re looking in every direction like that – honestly, Tommy, what are you doing – but just… you’re an animal, Tommy, and I’m a person.”
“I’m not a fucking animal,” Tommy spat,”I wasn’t when I was alive, and I’m not now I’m dead. You prick, you’re actually a fucking prick,” Tommy laughed, breath shaking as he spoke, as though he even needed the breath to begin with.
Tommy realised that he’d done something wrong when his world began to distort, whatever strange nothingness he’d been caught in suddenly turning a strangely electric red, flashing between black void to the strong, sudden colour that was his only option in the void.
It was his body next, shoved into a blender as his limbs turned to nothing but mushy flesh pieces, flying in every directions so vividly Tommy wondered if he’d ever died to begin with. Tommy wondered where he was going to next, who he was going to see, or if there even was a next after this. A part of Tommy hoped that it was the end, the part of him who knew he’d seen horrors and survived far too many of them.
But another part, the part which remembered Foolish bleeding out onto the floor, and Tubbo and Ranboo with their brains slowly rotting as they lived with every day the same, Dream and Techno who needed him even if he hated it?
There were people who needed him alive, who were counting on him, even if Dream had been the one to kill him in the first place.
Then, his vision was taken over by some strange force which wound its way around his entire body, illuminating it in a powerful white glow. Suddenly, the void was gone, replaced by a brilliant spark that overcame his mind.
Tommy felt the pull of reality come for him once more, and the void abandon him.