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The first thing Tommy registered was a sharp pain in the back of his skull. The second thing Tommy noticed was a splatter of blood painting the floor. A loud ringing filled his head as he tried to sit up. So that’s a no-go then, he thought.
The prison.
He should never have came here. Dream had corned him like a game of cat and mouse, he had him pinned between his dagger-like claws. He should never have ignored Tubbo’s insistent warnings. Tubbo had warned him about the dangers of going into the prison, with its strong obsidian walls and it’s dangerous inhabitant, his brows downturned and frown iminent on his face sending a bolt of guilt through him. Tommy had brushed his worries off with a pat on the back and a freshly painted grin. Boy he sure did regret that now.
A raspy breath echoed through the tiny room, filling every corner and bouncing towards Tommy’s ears. Dream. Right. He was in here too. Dream, who had caused him so much hurt, so much pain. Dream, who had beat him half to death. Dream who had-
“Tommy, come here.” A demanding voice rung out. Tommy immediately flinched, snapping his head up and moving his gaze to stare forwards, expecting the cold, smooth, never-blinking gaze of the mask. Instead, he was met with a warm, worried face, with a concerned frown twisted into his features. Dream was..worried about him. Of course he was, he cared about him, he loved him. How could Tommy ever think he didn’t?
“Dre-am?” He questioned, his voice croaky and dry, like rubbing two pieces of sandpaper together. He doesn’t remember when he last drunk water, but that’s not his priority right now. “Why-“ He gulped. “What happened?”
“Oh, sweetheart, do you not remember?” A honey-soft whisper entered his ears as Dream cupped his face with his hands. “You hit your head..” He frowned as he stroked Tommy’s cheek with his thumb.
“I-..” Did he? He doesn’t remember falling on anything. In fact, the last thing he saw was Dream himself. “Are you- are you sure?” He whispered uncertaintly.
The flip from a warm, comforting smile to a harsh, jagged frown was instant. Tommy felt like he had gotten whiplash from how fast the mood changed. The past, cozy, happy mood had dissipated into a cold, angry one, the air so thick with tension that he could slice it with a sword.
He felt a sudden, painful, stinging sensation on his cheek, forcing his head back to bang again the hard purple walls of the cell. He felt his body go stiff, rigid in shock, whipping his hands up to cup his cheek in horror.
“Your so fucking ungrateful you little shit. I care about you and this is what I get in return? Doubt?” Dream spat. He grabbed a handful of Tommy’s dirty curls and wrenched his head up to face him. “Huh? You’ve gone all quiet now what happened to your questions?” He mocked.
“I-..I-“ Tommy began, tripping over the words in his mouth that felt so foreign now.
“SPEAK UP.” Dream roared, winding back his fist and smacking it into his already hurt cheek. Tommy winced, regretful. “Im sorry for doubting you, Dream. I wont do it again” He reassured, visibly shaking.
“No because that’s the thing, you don’t learn, ever, you mess up, apologise, And you go.. and do it again.” Dreams face flipped into a poisonous grin. One of sick delight, not the soft, safe one from moments earlier. Tommy’s eyes widened with worry. “I think, you need a punishment.” Dream whispered.
Tommy shook his head hurriedly. “P-“ He slammed his mouth shut, Dream hated it when he stuttered. “Please.. I’ll be good!” He begged.
“Oh, but you haven’t been, have you?” Dream held his arm with a bruising grip. “You’ve been very, very bad.”
Dream dropped his hold on Tommy, dropping him on the floor with a loud thud. He pushed his foot into Tommy’s chest, a sickening crunch sounding soon after. Tommy’s mouth was open in a twisted scream, eyes darting around the room. Dream picked up a shard of obsidian, running his finger over it in maniacal delight.
Tommy felt the stinging sensation before he saw the red. His shirt rumpled up, rubbing against the scarred stump on his tailbone. He held back a whine, desperately scrambling against Dream’s grip. He let out a gasp between his teeth at the familiar pain of being sliced, daring a glance towards Dream, his eyes widening at the deep cut on his stomach. He would surely bleed out from this, right? He hated being revived, being pulled from the cold, yet comforting embrace of death into the too-tight clutch of him.
“D-..Dream!” He gasped, trying to pull himself away from him. “Please..” He let out a pathetic whimper.
“Stop making those stupid noises, Tommy.” Dream dug his hand into the cut, pulling out his flesh. “Say hello to death for me.”
Tommy screamed. Dream cackled.