I know this place. I'm dreaming again.
They're older now, in the same field as his last dream, the wind softly swaying the low-hanging leaves of the willow trees above them. He looks around and sees Tubbo again. "Toby?" His friend walks over and smiles up at him, but the smile seems slightly forced. Tommy dismisses the thought. It's just my imagination.
"Hi Tommy!"
His voice falls flat.
Smiling back at him, he reaches his arms out for a hug, wrapping his arms around the brunet when he feels the invitation be accepted. It's not as safe as last time, not as warm.
Something's wrong.
Pulling away from the hug, he furrows his eyebrows at the sound of metal and flinches. Tommy looks down at the long sword in his friend's hands and tilts his head in confusion. Smiling naively, he asks, "Toby? Why do you have a weapon?"
He backs away slowly and cautiously, Tubbo matching his pace as he walks towards him, holding out the sharp metal. He swings it at him threateningly. "Toby- what?"
Tubbo speaks in between swings, his words cutting into him deeper than any sword could go.
"You really thought I would like you? That I would be your friend?"
Swing.
"You're clingy."
Swing.
"Loud."
Swing.
"Rude."
Swing.
"Annoying." He laughs, a cold, cruel laugh that sends daggers into his heart. "Oh, so annoying."
Tommy hits the ground, sticks digging into his skin, falling on his back as Tubbo puts a shoe on his chest; the force of the fall winding him entirely. The silver sword is inches away from his chin, aimed at his neck.
"Toby-" He doesn't look at the boy, keeping his eyes trained on the blade, gasping. "Toby, please."
He flicks his eyes up in time to see the brunet roll his eyes. "No. God- you just don't get it. Even when I am literally threatening your life, you don't get the hint. I hate you; I've always hated you, and now, I am going to kill you."
His words send chills down his spine.
"What- Toby. Stop. It's not funny."
The boy with the weapon laughs dryly, the same cruel laugh. "You really are one of a kind, aren't you? So naive, so dense, so dumb. This isn't a joke. I hate you, and I'm going to kill you now."
Tommy feels mind-numbing pain as he watches who he thought was his friend lower the sword to point it at his stomach, pulling back before plunging it into his side. He hears the sickly-sweet sound of his ex-friend's voice, calling, "Bye, Tommy." He drawls his words as he strolls away carelessly, laughing. He disappears behind a tree.
Sounds begin to fade into a consistent ringing tone as he pulls the sword out, groaning. He lets his head fall back as he curses under his breath. "Ow. Fucking hell."
Clutching his side, he feels warm, sticky blood spilling out of the hole in his abdomen.
Darkness and the freezing cold hands of death close around him before his eyes shoot open, sweating profusely. Frantically, he pushes his comforter off of him and pulls his shirt up, grabbing at his stomach. Nothing there, no wound, nothing.
Hands shaking, he extends an arm to his bedside table, reaching for his phone, fingers gliding over the glass as he navigates to the green phone app to call his best friend. The tinny sound of ringing floods through the small speaker built into his phone, then a sleepy and familiar 'Hello?'.
"Toby. Help."
"Are you okay? Are you safe?"
"I saw you and you were in a field, the same one we were in that other time, and it was great and you were nice but then you stopped being nice, and then you-"
"Tommy. Tommy." The remnants of sleep in the voice over the phone vanish, replaced with the sound of rushed stress and worry. "Are you safe? Where are you? Tommy."
"Be- bed. I'm in bed." His breathing begins to slow.
"Okay. That's good. Tell me what happened. You said something about a field?"
"Mmm- yeah. I had a dream about you." He rubs a hand over his sweaty face as his breathing slows further, to a calmer rate.
After Tommy explains his nightmare, the phone line falls silent.
"Toby?"
"Yeah."
Silence again.
"Tommy- you know that I love you and I would never do anything even remotely like that, right?"
Tommy takes a deep breath. "Yeah. I-" He laughs softly. "I know you wouldn't kill me."
"Tommy. That's not what-" Laughter fills the call for a minute. "That's not what I meant- I meant- okay, fine. You know I love you and I would never say anything even remotely like that. Better?"
His grin is heard through his words. "Yes, Toby. Oh wait- I forgot to ask, when are you visiting?"
"Um, well, we get back on the 30th. So-" He gets interrupted by Tommy's ability to yell, even while whispering.
"YEAH! COME ON THE 30TH."
"Shh- that's what I'm asking, should I come on the 30th or the 1st?"
"Did- did you not just hear me say, 'come on the 30th'? Cause I kinda yelled it."
Tubbo sharpens his voice, forgetting about why they're on the call in the first place. "Jesus christ, Tommy, I'll come on the 30th."
Hearing his friend's harsh tone, Tommy's grin fades and he goes silent, looking down. The wound is still fresh.
"Sorry," he mumbles.
Tubbo winces and says, "oh- wait- Tommy. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it."
"No, it's fine. I should be going back to sleep anyway. Night Toby." He hangs up before he can get any protest.
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toby 🐝
im sorry tommy
i didnt mean it like that
toby 🐝
r u ok
toby 🐝
tommy
big man innit
yeah i'm fine
night
toby 🐝
ok
gn
i love u
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