Chapter 1: The Announcement
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It was supposed to be a peaceful day for Dream in his cell. The usual ticking of the clock, the popping of the lava, Dream laying on the obsidian in a starfish position as he dazedly played connect the dots with the crying obsidian.
Emphasis on the supposed.
Because, of course, the assigned Warden of Pandora's vault would mess something up specifically while a victim was in the same cell as their abuser, and announce that said victim would be stuck in there for more than a week. To say that Dream had greatly mourned the loss of his peacefulness was an understatement, as Tommy instantly started screaming at the lava with such intensity that Dream's ears were ringing like never before. Even launching the TNT on Doomsday wasn't this loud, Prime above.
“SAM!” Tommy shouted once again. Dream bristled as his ears continued to go through another round of suffering from a teenager with a lung capacity too big for his ribcage. “SAM, GET ME OUT OF HERE!! SAM, YOU CAN'T JUST LEAVE ME IN HERE CAUSE ‘Something malfunctioned,’ I KNOW YOU HAVE ENDERPEARLS AND FIRE RES!”
Dream sighed as he stared at Tommy, the teen shouting for Sam or, more specifically, at the lava after the announcement of some Redstone malfunctioning in the prison was heard in the cell. His ears started ringing even more, if that was even possible, as Tommy started another round of screaming for Sam, this time even louder.
Dream knew he should probably tell him that there was no drinkable, cold water that would sooth his sore throat afterwards, but it'd be more amusing watching Tommy's disgusted face as he tried to drink lukewarm, probably soiled, probably boiled, water from the cauldron.
Suddenly, Tommy's head whipped around to glare at Dream with a stare that honestly just looked like a cat trying to be intimidating. Dream simply raised an eyebrow behind his mask, slowing sitting up and leaning against the hard obsidian wall behind him. He crossed his arms over his chest as Tommy stepped closer, his glaring growing more and more intense. “You did this, didn't you?” Tommy hissed through gritted teeth, accusation and suspicion clear in not just his voice, but his body language and eyes spoke volumes, and Dream could only imagine the teen having a fluffed up raccoon tail behind him.
“Tommy, I don't think I'd like a loud, obnoxious, and annoying brat of a child stuck with me in the same room for more than a day, let alone an entire week,” Dream deadpanned, levelling the teen with an unimpressed stare, not that Tommy could see.
Tommy seemed to let out a growl, if Dream's ears were correct enough to go by. Seriously, was this guy a human or a cat? “You're just trying to manipulate me, you green bastard!”
And, Dream was back to hell.
He had been thrown into prison for multiple acts of tyranny. That was like, number one rule for the Warden to put up a barrier between the tyrant and his literal victim, but apparently, it was okay because Tommy was ‘no longer afraid of Dream.’
Yeah, cause the teen was totally not trembling from fear every time Dream's name pops up in a conversation. Seriously, if Dream had gotten a vision that Sam was gonna be this shit of a Warden, he would've just self-exiled himself instead. Besides, self exile was probably the best option, considering that Dream had lost over thirty pounds in his three months being in prison from eating raw and even often spoiled and rotten potato.. stems. Yes, sometimes Sam would throw him a rotten, poisoned, spoiled potato stem to last him an entire week from the automatic potato farm. That, or he didn't even realize that Dream was surviving on air.
Yea, no. Self-exile was definitely the better option. Dream didn't know what he was thinking. Screw the server reuniting, Dream was starting to get sick of this bullshit. Even after being imprisoned, he'd seen visions of the SMP still fighting for absolutely no reason simply because they could, so yeah Dream didn't know why he decided that the SMP having one singular thing in common and it was an enemy would somehow end all the conflicts.
Nope, Tommy's bratty behavior had now been excused as 'PTSD.' Suddenly Tommy was extremely possessive over Tubbo like the brunette would disappear when he left his eyes off of him for more than one second, and it didn't need a genius to tell that he was jealous of Ranboo. Ranboo was a pretty good kid in Dream's opinion, honestly; despite the amount of times Dream had repeatedly tried manipulating them or scarring them, Ranboo was probably one of the only people in the SMP that didn't pull out a weapon and point it at him when Dream crossed boundaries. Even Techno had his limit with Dream whenever he tried touching the older's hair.
Oh, and get this; Tommy was now able to freely talk shit about whoever, whenever, to 'let stress off.' Dream understood that Tommy had genuine PTSD from Doomsday and Exile, but this was just too much. Puffy could've done better with that excuse.
Dream snapped back to reality when he was hit in the head with a crumbled piece of paper, and Dream instinctively glanced at the chest to his right, confusion slowly spreading across his brain as he tried to process how Tommy got the book and didn't immediately hit him on the head with its sharp edges when he clearly wasn't focusing.
Seems like Tommy might've gotten over some of his fear of Dream. Back then, he used to shake in his shoes when Dream was like twenty blocks away from him.
“You're not even gonna say nothing?” Tommy's voice, annoying and obnoxious as from when he's last heard it three months ago, snapped him out of his trance once more. And of course, Dream was hit in the head with another crumpled piece of paper, because that was Tommy for you.
Dream just dazedly blinked as he slowly picked a crumbled piece of paper. He glanced at Tommy, then glanced at the still functioning camera above, then back at the crumpled piece of paper, and then Tommy again. Sam was still watching, wasn't he? If Dream threw the piece of paper back at Tommy, or even by his feet, Dream could go another two weeks without food as punishment after Tommy left.
Sighing, Dream just placed the piece of paper aside and threw the other one back in the open chest. He brought his legs up to his torso, hugging his knees to his chest as he buried his masked face in his boney knees, and physically cringed behind his mask at how uncomfortable it was. His knees were so boney, his bones literally, physically, hurt to lay on.
Tommy stared at Dream for a moment longer before his frown deepened. Grumbling a string of curses, Tommy ripped up another piece of paper from his book, crumbled it, and threw it at Dream again. It hit Dream with pin-point accuracy, but the older didn't even twitch. Tommy stared, ripped another piece of paper, crumbled it, threw it at Dream, and repeated this string of actions a few times until Dream finally looked up and grabbed the last crumbled piece of paper before it hit his head. Damn, maybe Tommy needed to throw from different angles.
“What do you want, ” Dream deadpanned with such a monotone voice Tommy was a little surprised by, but he didn't let his surprise show on his face.
“Why are you so quiet? Are you planning my final death or something?”
Dream damn near grabbed one of the crumbled pieces of paper and threw it at him, but could only imagine the consequences of such an action, and thus wasted precious time restraining himself from doing such a thing.
He took a deep breath, closing his eyes as his head tilted downwards, and another crumbled piece of paper hit his head.
“Okay, stop that,” Dream muttered through gritted teeth, hands grabbing the crumbled pieces of paper with a grip that could choke a Piglin brute, and Tommy visibly got nervous.
The teen grumbled something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like, “Go fuck yourself, you green prick. I don't listen to no one,” but at least he closed the book. Tommy decided to shift into a position like Dream's, hugging his knees tightly to his chest. Though while Dream's position was merely for comfort, Tommy's was obviously to protect his most vital organs.
Dream sighed as he dipped his head back down to his knees, trying to force himself to get used to the sharp poke of his knee bones as he shifted slightly in place to get more comfortable.
This was going to be a long, long week. If it went on for more than a week, Dream was officially jumping into the lava.
Chapter 2: Two People, One Out
Summary:
He glared at Dream from the corner of his eyes as he continued scribbling. He didn’t even know what he was scribbling anymore, multiple paranoid and anger filled thoughts running through his mind. Would Dream get mad and kill him? He sure looked like he was about to after Tommy had continuously thrown crumbled pieces of paper at his stupid head, but Tommy couldn’t help it. He had the opportunity to throw shit at Dream, and you think he was about to waste it? Hell no.
Though he didn’t want to try his luck again. He glanced at the camera, that was at his right’s corner, which had seemingly turned off, if the red dot that used to flicker on the small monitor being gone all of a sudden was something to go by. There was nothing stopping Dream from jumping up and shoving him into the lava under the guise that Tommy had fallen in himself from fear.
Notes:
I had time ._.
I tried to write more, but i didn't know what to do anymore, soooo..
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It was actually pretty peaceful, Dream mused to himself as he looked up from his book to watch Tommy furiously drawing something in his own, ripped up and torn book. Dream had the urge to ask him what the poor book did to him, but didn’t want another ringing in his ears, so he stayed quiet.
It was maybe around the second or third hour that Tommy had gotten stuck in this boiling-surrounded-by-lava-tiny-obsidian box with him, so Dream was gonna take whatever he could to save his ears from the chaotic teenager in front of him.
Though he hasn’t been happily and teasingly chaotic for a while.
The ticking of his clock continued on and on, the popping lava acting as background noise as the sounds of a quill scratching paper filled the air. The sight was pretty domestic that even Dream couldn’t believe it himself.
He had thought that Tommy would immediately start arguing with him, maybe throw in a couple cuss words. But no, the teen was just angrily scribbling something down like he had found out his grandson changed his Will without his consent.
Suddenly, Tommy let out a frustrated, long groan as he threw his head back, his head whipping so fast that Dream almost believed he got whiplash as he glared at Dream with a scowl.
“Can’t you shut that clock of yours up?” Tommy hissed through gritted teeth, and the imagery of a teen being a cat hybrid went through Dream’s mind once again before he brushed it off.
Tommy was a raccoon. He definitely was a raccoon hybrid, that was for sure.
Dream turned to glance at the clock in question, raising an eyebrow behind his mask as he sat up properly. His back ached, and Dream worried he’d have the back of an old man by his mid twenties. It also didn’t help with the fact that he always hunched in on himself and sat in a shrimp-like position all day.
“Why?” He hummed, arching back as he stretched, hearing his joints pop. “It’s great background noise.”
“It’s annoying background noise, that’s what it is!” Tommy was obviously getting more and more annoyed by the minute.
Dream stared at Tommy. Tommy stared back. The clock suddenly ticked once again, and Dream could already see another complaint on Tommy’s mouth but louder as said teen opened his mouth.
Dream sighed as he stood up, walking over to his clock and taking it out of the item frame. He turned it over and switched it off, internally mourning the fact that he wouldn’t be able to tell the night and day anymore even if he turned it back on cause it was already fucked with.
He placed it delicately back in the item frame and turned to face Tommy, gesturing to the now turned off clock like it was a noble prize. “There. You happy now?”
Tommy’s scowl lessened, if that was anything to go by, and his tense shoulder just barely relaxed as he grabbed his book and quill again. He brought his knees up to his chest and placed the book on his knees, now scribbling something with less force and agitation.
Dream’s ears instantly got better by 90% and he almost cried in relief as he finally got his hearing back. He hadn’t even spent a day with this teen and his hearing already suffered, he couldn’t imagine what it’d be like after an entire week of this bullshit.
He sighed, slowly sitting back down as he grabbed his own quill and began writing something. He hadn’t said anything about it, but it was actually his diary, where he often wrote about his thoughts, feelings, and visions, so if anyone grabbed it, Dream might just faint and have a heart attack on the spot.
His eyes shifted to Tommy, the teen still scribbling something. From how his book was positioned, Dream could see the sketch of what looked like a pathetic excuse of something but didn’t try guessing what it actually was. Though, he wondered what Tommy was thinking.
Tommy wasn’t usually this quiet.
Tommy was absolutely pissed, his hand trembling for just barely restrained anger as his blood absolutely boiled in his chest. He hated how nonchalant Dream seemed about everything, as if he knew that this would’ve happened, which only further fueled Tommy’s suspicion that Tommy getting stuck in this ridiculous tiny ass box was his doing.
Seriously, Sam was literally one of the people that knew the best about Redstone, right behind Mumbo Jumbo, and somehow there was a malfunction with the Redstone that would last a week or even more? Cmon, even Tubbo could make a better excuse.
He glared at Dream from the corner of his eyes as he continued scribbling. He didn’t even know what he was scribbling anymore, multiple paranoid and anger filled thoughts running through his mind. Would Dream get mad and kill him? He sure looked like he was about to after Tommy had continuously thrown crumbled pieces of paper at his stupid head, but Tommy couldn’t help it. He had the opportunity to throw shit at Dream, and you think he was about to waste it? Hell no.
Though he didn’t want to try his luck again. He glanced at the camera, that was at his right’s corner, which had seemingly turned off, if the red dot that used to flicker on the small monitor being gone all of a sudden was something to go by. There was nothing stopping Dream from jumping up and shoving him into the lava under the guise that Tommy had fallen in himself from fear.
Suddenly, one of the lava particles hit his hand and he flinched, a string of curses escaping his lips as he scrambled away. He turned his glare towards the lava instead, knowing full well that it was his fault for sitting so close to a literal wall of lava, but he couldn’t help it.
He heard a chuckle escape from Dream’s lips, and his anger increased by ninety-four percent.
Tommy turned his head so fast that he could’ve sworn it nearly cracked, his vision blurring with anger as he had to restrain himself from throwing his book at Dream’s head. He stepped closer, all fear thrown out the window in face of his anger.
“What’s so funny, you green dick?” he muttered through gritted teeth, his grip on the book tightening as he glared at Dream, scowling.
“You’re that scared of lava?” Dream said as he chuckled again, his thin frame slightly trembling as he started wheezing that same, familiar wheeze that still haunted Tommy’s dreams from ever since he escaped Logstedshire.
Tommy wasn’t even thinking as he suddenly pounced onto Dream, tackling him to the obsidian floor as he used his grip on the book to hit Dream over the head with it. He knew the book’s edges were sharp, but he didn’t care.
Dream yelped, a groan escaping him as his head came into contact with the hard obsidian, leaving him half-disoriented as Tommy pinned him down. He only got a few seconds to process what was going on as Tommy lifted his arms, holding the book, and Dream’s eyes widened as his heart started racing.
“No, wait–”
But before he could even get a word in, the sharp edge of the book came into contact with his skull and he could’ve sworn he saw XD shaking his head in disappointment as his vision blackened out. All Dream could feel before he passed out was the familiar sharp sting of pain in the front and middle of his head and the stinging migraine that came from the back of his head, thanks to the obsidian. He vaguely thought of how pathetic it was, a trained warrior, a tyrant that has gone through wars, fell by his own sixteen year old victim from a single hit in the head.
Prime above, this was embarrassing.
Meanwhile, after a few hits to the head, Tommy suddenly snapped out of his anger-fueled trance and stared down at Dream in horror. Blood was oozing out of a new injury on the middle of Dream’s head, and Dream wasn’t moving anymore.
Tommy’s breath quickened as he got off of Dream, his hands trembling as he stumbled back. He stared at the unmoving body under him, blood on his hands, as the book fell from his trembling hands. Tommy stared at Dream for a few more moments before he realized that he needed to check if the man was still even alive as he quickly knelt down and placed two fingers over Dream’s pulse.
Relief washed over him as he felt a faint, slow pulse under his fingertips, and he leaned back. It wasn’t that he wanted Dream to live, but it was because he didn’t want to become the reason someone ended up in Limbo, and he also kind of wanted to be able to bring Wilbur back in one piece.
He opened his eyes again, having closed them earlier, and noticed the blood still oozing out of Dream’s head in a steady pace.
..Shit.
Notes:
I have no clue how to write feelings >v<
Chapter 3: Three Hours
Summary:
He groaned loudly as he slumped back in defeat, resisting the urge to smack Dream's head away. His back ached from bending over while sitting for so long. He was gonna complain about it to every single person in the SMP, hell even Technoblade, just..when he gets out of this godforsaken prison. Seriously, they couldn't install a backup in case someone got stuck with the prisoner like Tommy did or what? He knew Sam could just go through the lava, splash a couple Fire Resistance potions at Tommy and himself, then carry Tommy out. It really wasn't hard, considering that the barrier wasn't put up and none of them had to attempt to crawl over it even though it reached up to Tommy's chest. Sam didn't need a whole damn week to fix a tiny little thing like Redstone malfunction. This guy built the entire prison; you'd think he'd had an idea or two on how to fix it as well.
Notes:
Trust i tried to put more words but i didnt have enough time mb
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Tommy really should receive an award for best healer with limited resources.
After what he had done to Dream, hitting him over the head with the sharp edge of what people called books when really they should’ve been called weapons and resulting in Dream passing out on the obsidian floor and bleeding all over the cell, he had panicked. Yeah, sure, he obviously panicked. What did you expect him to do, throw a damn party? He may feel bad for sending Dream to Limbo for a couple minutes but it’s not like he actually gave half a flying rainbow fuck about the older. In fact, he'd kill Dream properly if he just revived Wilbur at the right time.
Now, while Tommy wasn’t particularly the best when it came to wounds, injuries, or any of the likes, he at least had some sort of knowledge about it. And considering that Sam’s dumbass hadn’t provided Dream with even a single bandage, he had to cut up a piece of fabric to use as a bandage for Dream’s head.
Of course he cut up some of Dream’s prison uniform. Like hell he was gonna fuck up his iconic red and white shirt for someone like Dream.
Now here he was, three hours later, sitting in the corner of the room on his ass with his head in his hands as he tried desperately to find out how to wrap said cut up fabric around Dream’s head. What the hell was God even thinking making heads so goddamn round? It was like trying to wrap a cloth around a slicked up ball and that’s not even considering that Dream has a full head of hair that Tommy wondered how he barely had any on his body aside from a little leg hair. Seriously, every time Tommy tried to tie it it just slipped off of Dream's head as if he was bald and had a slick ass head. Tommy thought that blood was supposed to be sticky after it dried up a bit, but considering that Dream's head was still oozing blood out like a fountain, Tommy guessed that there was no way it dried even at all.
He groaned loudly as he slumped back in defeat, resisting the urge to smack Dream's head away. His back ached from bending over while sitting for so long. He was gonna complain about it to every single person in the SMP, hell even Technoblade, just..when he gets out of this godforsaken prison. Seriously, they couldn't install a backup in case someone got stuck with the prisoner like Tommy did or what? He knew Sam could just go through the lava, splash a couple Fire Resistance potions at Tommy and himself, then carry Tommy out. It really wasn't hard, considering that the barrier wasn't put up and none of them had to attempt to crawl over it even though it reached up to Tommy's chest. Sam didn't need a whole damn week to fix a tiny little thing like Redstone malfunction. This guy built the entire prison; you'd think he'd had an idea or two on how to fix it as well.
He paused and glanced back down, however, when Dream let out a small whimper. He raised an eyebrow, though he was glad that Dream was still somewhat conscious. That way the green bitch would feel pain as Tommy continuously patted at his source of pain with a piece of flimsy and shitty fabric. So, Tommy did just that. Besides, he needed the bleeding to stop if he wanted Dream to live and it's not like he had anything to sooth the pain either way. Dream squirmed slightly as Tommy pressed the cut up orange fabric, so Tommy just held him tighter. He squirmed again. Tommy huffed, this was getting annoying. To stop Dream from repeatedly squirming underneath him, Tommy had to literally pin him down by straddling his hips.
Somehow, Dream still managed to find a way to squirm, considering his upper body kept trying to shift and shuffle as Tommy tried to keep Dream's head still. Tommy, his patience already gone, smacked Dream on where he assumed Dream's cheek would be under the white mask. Dream immediately stiffened, a small whimper escaping his lips again as he felt the sting in his cheek, even while unconscious. Tommy felt smug as the infamous tyrant Dream whimpered from pain from him as he continued trying to stop the bleeding.
Tommy really had no idea on how to be gentle, did he? were all the thoughts running through Dream's mind. He couldn't move, he knew that very well, and he also couldn't open his eyes properly, but Prime above Tommy was the worst when it came to trying to stop someone from bleeding. He knew he should be grateful that Tommy was at least trying to help, but by this point Dream had no idea if Tommy was trying to help or cause him even more pain. Unable to convey his pain through words, he started squirming slightly, hoping that Tommy would understand. The first time, Tommy held him tighter. No problem. The second time, Tommy straddled his hips. Not a big deal; Dream still had control of his upper body. The third time, however, the brat fucking slapped him. Against his will, a whimper escaped his mouth, his entire being immediately stiffening to avoid another one. Not having experienced pain for well over two months, his pain tolerance was at it's all time low, so the slap absolutely hurt. Prime, this was humiliating; he used to be fined taking a sword to his stomach with no armor, and now even slaps hurt.
Well, at least his pain tolerance when it came to burning was high.
Suddenly, the stinging and burning on his head reminded him that he was still unfortunately very much semi conscious as Tommy started patting at his injury. More like he started slapping at Dream's injury, but Tommy was known to never have a gentle touch anyways so Dream was gonna take whatever he could. If Tommy hated him a little more, Dream doubted he'd even be trying to heal him, let alone put more force into his touch.
If his body didn't wake the fuck up soon, he was gonna cause another crime inside prison. Somehow.
Chapter 4: Four Minutes
Summary:
Dream squirming underneath him snapped Tommy out of his trance, and he had to resist the urge to pull up his hand and smack him on the head this time. Seriously, it wasn't his fault he got distracted thinking about how shameless the SMP was that he didn't realize that he was practically crushing Dream's head! Dream just needs to build up a higher pain tolerance. And also bone density, considering how easily Tommy had broken his wrist earlier.
Oh yeah, about that....
Notes:
IT IS 4AM I HAVE SCHOOL AT 6AM BUT I NEEDED TO FINISH THIS CHAPTER
Tysm for all the kudos and hits! I didn't think I'd actually start investing more into this story cause i felt I'd end up discontinuing it from lack of time and motivation, but seeing my hobby in writing pay off for SOMETHING is worth it :D
btw can u tell im running out of title ideas
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It took Tommy an embarrassing amount of time for him to realize that Dream was, in fact, conscious, and not just unconsciously whimpering from pain.
By then he had already smacked Dream around ten times, and he was pretty sure that the older would absolutely fuck him the moment he regained full consciousness. Who the hell would take hits from a damn sixteen year old and be fine with it, as if it wasn't utterly humiliating? A lot of shit really proved that, honestly. No one wants to take hits from anyone, really. Not even as a joke. Dream and Tommy's history together was pretty evident of that and if there was one thing the entire SMP learned it was to mind your own damn business.
You see someone selling drugs? Nah, you didn't. Just turn the fuck around and pretend the air is whispering ancient spells to you. Sapnap fucking Karl on the Community House beds?...Okay no, do report that, what the fuck. They have an entire kingdom and they decide to get backshots in the middle of a Community area. Next thing you know they're at Prime church moaning like they're praying for the Lord to come down and bless them with children. Tommy really has had it with them.
And it's not like they were the only ones either, no; Quackity literally built a damn strip club in Las Nevadas, last he checked. How come they're not allowed to build a proper house in L'Manburg anymore and yet Quackity could build that?? The fact that Sam even agreed to build such a thing still baffles Tommy to this day. Here he was thinking that Sam was all stoic and shit, then he goes and builds a strip club. People really have no shame nowadays!
Dream squirming underneath him snapped Tommy out of his trance, and he had to resist the urge to pull up his hand and smack him on the head this time. Seriously, it wasn't his fault he got distracted thinking about how shameless the SMP was that he didn't realize that he was practically crushing Dream's head! Dream just needs to build up a higher pain tolerance. And also bone density, considering how easily Tommy had broken his wrist earlier.
Oh yeah, about that....
Four minutes earlier...
"Stop moving, you- I SAID STOP MOVING!!" Tommy's screech was probably heard throughout the prison, but guessing Sam's selective hearing, he probably just somehow heard a crow in the distance. Dream had kept on squirming underneath him.
Tommy groaned, absolutely frustrated, and he had half a mind to throw Dream into the lava to just be done with it. If Dream didn't want to be helped that much, then he can heal himself when he goes conscious! Tommy didn't need to get three cardiac arrests in ten minutes because Dream suddenly twitched after a long moment of silence and not moving, and he wasn't even paid for all this; he was doing this on his own accord. He needed a gold medal—for being the dumbass that would heal his own abuser.
Well, he had a good reason. He didn't want the only person that could bring back people from the dead die because of him, and then be the reason Philza hates him for killing the one person that could revive Wilbur. Like yeah, Tommy missed him too, but he can spend a few more months dead; it wasn't like there was anything important or drama-comedy worthy that has happened in the SMP for Wilbur to come back to the land of the living.
...Though, Dream never squirmed this much. Like yeah, sure, he was squirming a lot earlier, but not to this extent. At most he would let out a small pathetic whine and Tommy would have the time of his life totally not cackling at how pathetic Dream looked and sounded. His train of thoughts were interrupted, however, as he could feel something twitching under his right knee.
'Am I hallucinating from lack of hunger?' Tommy pondered as he glanced down, but not long enough to see what was going on under his knee. He hummed, then shrugged to himself.
Another twitch, Tommy brushed it off, saying to himself that the potatoes would drop in 'The Toilet' soon enough. By the fourth twitch, Tommy had already had enough and lifted up his knee, grumbling curses under his breath. He froze, however, when he noticed the twitching hand that had been crushed under his knee, Dream's wrist looking like it's been snapped and broken for four weeks when really it was probably just fifteen minutes.
Tommy swallowed, staring at the hand that twitched, blood circulation clearly cut off. "..So that's why you've been such a pussy," he mumbled, and then tried to cover up his cackle as Dream let out another pathetic whine. "Your fault you placed it there when you passed out!"
Dream did not, in fact, have his hand placed there when he passed out. Tommy just placed it like that for aesthetic so that he could imagine what Dream's corpse would look like if they had to bury him. That is, if they even provided him with a casket.
Back to the present..
Tommy sighed, instinctively glancing down at Dream's wrist, from which he had bandaged up with some feathers and more cut up fabric of Dream's ugly excuse of a prison uniform. Thankfully the blood seemed to return to Dream's hand after Tommy managed to figure out the best position for a broken wrist without blood circulation that looked like it's been used as a weapon for twenty battles and failed.
He really wasn't looking forward to hearing an earful from Dream once the green prick woke up, but a voice in the back of his mind told him he lowkey deserved it, to which he immediately shut down. Dream deserved all the pain there is; and Tommy would be damned if he felt bad about Dream feeling said pain.
Thankfully, Tommy had managed to stop the bleeding after positioning Dream to be sitting upright and leaning against the obsidian wall instead of laying down; he forgot that blood would of course spill out of a head injury like a cup of water on the floor if the person was lying down. Not his fault the people in the SMP couldn't teach him a thing or two about healing. Though right now, he was still struggling to tie the fabric properly. He tried the clove hitch method, the two half hitches method, the square knot—nothing worked with him. It's not like he spent all his time tying things, after all he was usually passed out or unable to move and someone else had to do it for him, most of the time.
Though, Tommy would admit. Dream's new position kinda helped in tying the fabric around his head. After around twenty-four failed attempts, Tommy gave up and tied a top knot bow instead, something he had learned when deciding to tie one around Shroud's head and coo at him like he was a baby. To be fair, it might've been embarrassing, but we've all had our pets that we saw more as kids than animals...or mobs.
And if Dream regained consciousness, well, it wasn't like he had a mirror to see the top knot bow, so he might not notice the fact that he has something people usually relate to a baby. And besides, Tommy doubted Dream cared about what was embarrassing or not when his life was on the line.
Dream was absolutely going to send Tommy to Limbo after he gained consciousness. When he felt Tommy pressing on his wrist, he didn't think much of it; after all, Tommy's knee couldn't be that heavy, right? Well, maybe he should have reconsidered that Tommy gained healthy weight after those three months of not seeing each other, and Tommy wasn't just pressing on his wrist with his knee, but also his shin sometimes. Survival instincts kicked in and before he knew it he was moving as much as he could, his hand twitching desperately as he squirmed like a freshly caught fish.
how Tommy didn't notice the fact that the 'obsidian floor' from his right felt different from his left was beyond Dream. He knew the teen was stupid, but Prime above not to this extent. He feared he and probably many people gave the teen far too much credit than accounted for.
However, Tommy might be learning from his mistakes. After all, he had fixed Dream's position, somehow bandaged up Dream's wrist and hand without cursing Dream's entire bloodline out, and...he FINALLY tied the pathetic excuse of a bandage around his head injury! Dream took it back—if Tommy kept this up, maybe he'd learn to shut the fuck up and read the room when there's clear-as-day tension!
But in all honesty, Dream was starting to wonder when he'd be able to move and open his eyes. It's been well over four hours now, and thankfully he had slowed bleeding on the second and stopped bleeding on the third, otherwise he'd probably be dead by now, but he was starting to get a little worried. Was he paralyzed or something? Did Tommy's weapon of a book fuck something up in his brain? He didn't know anymore.
...Y'know, drifting off into sleep might be a great idea. Maybe he'll wake up, actually fully conscious, and might as well learn a thing or two about the upcoming things in the future. Hopefully it wasn't too bad; he hadn't checked any vision in the past three weeks.
Notes:
Record of words broken :))))
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Had to make my fic anonymous so that my parents dont find it 😭😭
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