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The sun hung low as the blond boy made his way slowly out of the front door, closing it quietly behind him. He knew he could just slam the door shut; he heard Sapnap do it everyday. Heck, Tommy did it in the past all the time announcing when he came or went, never quiet always heard.
But he changed, Tommy wasn’t the loud mouthed kid anymore, the war changed him, the betrayal, the screams of his brother when he chased the blonde one out of the country with a sword in his hand.
He didn’t stop running, his legs not stopping even for a second before his mind thought Tommy would be safe.
And the safe space they found was a cold ravine late in the night where he hid, only then he looked at his wrist where the three hearts were shown.
More tears welled up in these sky blue eyes as the only thing he saw were two red hearts and one black with a cut in the middle, showing how he died.
He remembered when he was younger he adored the tattoos adorning everyone's left wrist, the different colors everyone had and sometimes the injuries that got shown when someone lost a life.
With this in his mind he thought of Tubbo and his light green hearts, where one would be black now too. Twinning with everyones else and his own heart. Expect for Er-
But now sitting on the stairs in front of Dream’s house he didn’t feel the sadness that Tommy felt when hiding in the ravine.
The blond teenager was confused. Everything was happening so fast. How can he be sure that this wasn’t a trap? His breath stuttered. That sounded like Wilbur. Tommy was not Wilbur. He would not throw out his own brother before asking about what really happened. The blond teen refused to be as paranoid as Wilbur. He hated Wilbur...he wished he could hate Wilbur, but years of memories would flash before his eyes and remind him of the good times.
It was Bad who popped his head out the door from behind Tommy “Are you coming in Tommy?” He asked, his voice soft and carrying. The boy hated it, but somehow he wasn’t able to hate Bad.
Tommy took a deep breath before entering his once (that can’t be right. Dream can’t be trusted; he’s still his) enemy’s home. He noted that it’s made of wood. ‘Highly flammable,’ the blond boy thought with a grin. There had been an urge to commit arson lately. Dream would be a great victim, especially in case the green teletubby tried anything funny.
It was a rather cozy place. Tommy could tell the Dream Team hung out here often, judging by Sapnap’s bandanas scattered throughout the living room and some stray clout goggles that had to belong to George. There were two couches that were a bit worn and chests lined upon the wall.
Dream peered out of the kitchen, and Tommy suddenly smelled the scent of cooked meat coming from the kitchen. “Tommy! Glad you’re here. I just finished cooking some steak because you must be hungry. I know L’Manberg,” Dream paused, calculating his next words, “I know that L’Manberg has a food shortage going on.”
Tommy’s brain slowly rebooted as he took in the words. “A food shortage?” his voice came out quietly. The blond teen wasn’t aware that L’Manberg was low on food. Sure, he knew that they were short on weapons and other supplies, but Wilbur had always kept them all well fed. Who wasn’t receiving food then if they were truly short on food.
Bad and Dream both gave him this wide-eyed look of concern. Bad spoke up, “You weren’t aware of how little food you guys had? I thought Sapnap burned down a farm a little over a month ago.” The demon turned to the green hoodie man to confirm this information. Dream nodded numbly. ‘How could Tommy not have known?’ went through his mind. Tommy was Wilbur’s right hand man; even more than that, they were brothers.
Eret had known. They were the one to tell Dream because they asked for a meal when they were planning once. Dream thought the whole situation was pelicular, but he decided to move on because Tommy still needed to eat something.
Tommy meanwhile was unaware of his hands shaking as he thought over what this meant. Wilbur hadn’t trusted him for a while then. One whole month. They must have been running low at least a week in, yet Tommy knew that he and Tubbo’s meal size did not change. Wilbur didn’t pull him aside to tell him that they were suffering a shortage of food. Dream and Bad must be lying! Maybe, this was one whole trap to make Tommy feel grateful to them. To make Tommy feel obligated to trust them. The blond boy refused to fall for it. “You’re lying,” he declared coldly “don’t fucking made shit up you bitches or I will kill you all.”
The two older boys flinched, they were in a bit of trouble if Tommy did not believe them. “How about we eat now? You made enough for all of us, right?” Bad asked with a bit of an unsure voice, trying to change the topic.
“Yeah, there’s plenty for the three of us,” Dream responded back, leading the two to his kitchen “George and Sapnap are still outside so they will eat later when they are back or sleep outside overnight when they are too far gone.”
There is a square wooden table off to the side along with four chairs, though one chair doesn’t look as worn as the others. There were three steaks placed in front of the three more worn chairs. Dream sat at the head, while Bad mindlessly sat to the teletubby’s right.
Tommy stood hesitant behind his chair. The whole scene seemed rather domestic, and these two were his enemies. He would not join them for dinner, but he was so hungry. As if to prove a point, Tommy’s stomach growled loudly. While Tommy glared and cursed out his stomach, the two older men started to laugh (or in Dream’s case, wheeze like a kettle ready to be taken off the stove).
The blond boy begrudgingly sat down on Dream’s left before digging into the steak. The teen hadn’t eaten meat in a while. There was just not enough time to hunt, so L’Manberg would keep farms or fish. If Tommy had one more salmon, he would have fishslapped Wilbur with it. He frowned at the thought. There was no Wilbur anymore. This was what he was left with.
A sudden feeling of sickness pooled itself in the pit of his stomach. Settling down there with a heavy sense of threat. As he looked at the plate and saw the steak the feeling got even worse, the meaty color of his food reminded him of the room, of the blood that he saw just before he was sent into respawn.
With a swift of his hand he shoved the plate away from him to the middle of the table, making the two other two adults look at him.
“If you don’t want the steak we have something else too Tommy. You don’t need to eat tha-” Bad said but Tommy interrupted him by standing up and pushing the chair over. It gave a loud crash and if Tommy flinched no one said anything.
“Keep your fucking food! I don’t need it!” Bad opened his mouth to probably say something stupid like ‘Language’ but Tommy couldn’t care less. With a glare the blond boy tried to shut the demon up before a single word could leave the other one's mouth.
“I don’t need your help, I don’t need this food, I don’t need anything you guys give me! Stop playing nice and just fucking say what you guys want! Should I go kill Wilbur? Try to betray them like Er- like he did?!”
“I already told you what I want Tommy, this hasn’t changed. Eret should’ve been crowned king, if everything went like the plan. But now instead of Eret we have you sitting here so I gave you a decision. You can also run back to your friends and see how you will manage. I don’t know if Wilbur wants to have you back, he thinks you are the one who betrayed them.”
Tommy flinched a bit and stood up “Can I go back to the room?” He asked harshly, trying to glare at the green clothed hunder and his friend.
“We have a room set up for you. so that you don’t need to sleep in Dream’s room anymore and you can have your own room.”
Was the room he woke up Dream his room? Tommy remembered the green walls when he first woke up. The thought of having slept in his enemies room disturbed him and made him gag inside of his mind.
He didn’t give a verbal answer and just nodded his head, he froze when he saw not only bad standing up but also Dream. What the heck wanted this green bitch?!
Why did this guy even give him his room? He could’ve given Tommy the basement or some shit, let him sleep with the animals or the rats.
Why were they doing this? What did he do to deserve this? Was this his punishment for betraying his family? Did Wilbur plan all of this? Did he and Dream work together to kill him later when Tommy started to trust them? Or coldly in his sleep?
“Tommy?” Bad’s voice interrupted his dark chain of thoughts, also a soft buzzing was heard from one of his pant pockets, signaling him that there was a message coming through from someone he didn’t muted. He desperately wanted to see who it was but he was scared. Tommy Innit, scared to see a message. If he wouldn't be in this situation right now (whatever this situation was) he would have scoffed. He wasn't a little boy who was afraid of simple things. He was a big man, an adult…
A soldier of a country which was doomed the second it started to exist.
He was in a bedroom, the walls a dull blue with white strips,a red bed pushed to the left side of the room, directly under the window.
Tommy would need to shove it somewhere else later, didn't these people know that sleeping under the window was dangerous? People could just attack you from there as simply as from the door. To the right was a crafting table, a chair with a table and a little shelf with nothing on it but dust.
"It's nothing too big but it's better than nothing don't you think Tommy?" Bad stood beside him smiling softly to try to loosen the mood.
Tommy didn't respond and just stepped into the room, checking under the bed, behind it, under the table, behind the crafting table and when he opened the window he leaned outside for a second before retreating and closing it again.
"If you need anything just say so and we see what we can do. You might want some private time now. It's… it was a rough week. For all of us." Bad said, voice dropping a tone.
With that he turned around to leave Tommy alone, closing the door behind him. The blond could hear the demon's voice outside the door, he didn't need to see to know that he was talking to Dream.
When he was sure that no one was on the other side of the door he turned back to the room and got to work to rearrange it.
First he moved the crafting table, putting it next to the door. With that gone he had space for the bed.
It would be better on the other side of the window, seeing enemies faster and having more time to react.
Finally, when everything was done, he laid down on the bed. Sudden tiredness creeped up into his mind, making him feel dizzy and exhausted all of sudden.
With a last move he took off his belt with his communicator, throwing it onto the floor where he was able to crab it fast enough if needed.
With that the blue eyes of the boy were closing on its own, letting him fall into a deep sleep of exhaustion and the general tiredness of being still a kid.
A kid with too much shit happening in their life. Something that shouldn’t be.