![]() ![]() It's not very bright out, likely just the beginning of sunrise, if Tommy had to guess. He readjusts himself to be sitting comfortably on the grass and places his hands in his lap. "No, no, I will be, though," Tommy coughs, "just gimme a sec." He opts to simply catch his breath and finish the rest of his exercise in his mind where Schlatt can't hear him and make fun of him. He sounds bored, but Tommy can't find it in himself to be mad. I can feel grass, my clothes, the wind, tears on my face," He stumbles out of bed, rising shakily to his feet, and staggers out the door and out of his house. It's dirt, he's surrounded by dirt, but it's underground nonetheless and his mind keeps slipping back to Pogtopia. Light flickers in his room from the torch on the wall, and he purposely takes in his surroundings. He's not there, he's not there, he's not there anymore. His heart is pounding in his chest, and Tommy heaves in air in a struggle to stabilise his breathing. He wakes up in a cold sweat, shivering despite his room's natural insulation. It's Technoblade, with a furrowed brow and unsaid comforts on the tip of his tongue and pity-pity-pity in his eyes.) It's not Wilbur who lets him out, in the end. He's killed by four closet walls as they squash him like the insignificant little bug he is. He never stops making noise as he bangs frantically on the door. And when his vocal chords give out and he can no longer make any sound with his voice, he still tries to scream. He screams as the walls besiege him, and he screams even as he loses his voice. If begging and empty promises weren't enough to make him let him out, maybe making enough of a ruckus is.Īnd so he screams. Wilbur knows that, he knows that very well. He pounds his fists on the door and he screams because by Prime, if this isn't hell on Earth, then he doesn't know what is. No one is listening, his brother has left him in here alone to rot and decay and fester for the rest of time. He'll be good, he'll be better, he promises to no one. He begs until his voice goes hoarse and his throat feels raw, he pleads to be let out. The four walls close in on him, smaller than they were before, smaller than they are, and he's being crushed like a bug beneath his brother's shoe. It's freezing in here, like the rest of this damn ravine. So dark, so dark, not the blacker-than-black of Limbo, but somehow, this is worse. Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 24,281 Chapters: 5/? Comments: 29 Kudos: 170 Bookmarks: 30 Hits: 1,449 Traumatized TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF).Manipulative Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF).Rated T for TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF).Parent Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF).TommyInnit-centric (Video Blogging RPF).TommyInnit Hears Voices (Video Blogging RPF).Technoblade Hears Voices (Video Blogging RPF).Wilbur Soot and Technoblade and TommyInnit are Siblings.Resurrected Jschlatt (Video Blogging RPF).Prison Arc on Dream Team SMP (Video Blogging RPF). ![]() Resurrected TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF). ![]()
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