CW- strong language, nightmares, slight gore, blood, panic attacks, more Tommy angst because people need to see how sad his character is.
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time flew as fast as lighting disappearing, the aroma of the cold, grassy outdoors snook up Tommy's nose as he knows that he has to get back home.
surprisingly- he had got enough materials to make multiple communicator's, but he would probably put the left over materials into better use.
he looked around to see that the dark oak trees towered over him- never had he felt so small in his life, never had he felt so alone, he felt like he didn't mean anything to the world.
the mood suddenly grew over the horizon, humming simple tunes and glaring bright luminescent stares at Tommy- he felt like he was being eyed for missing somebody, he felt like a pussy.
"big man Tommy!" he mocks himself, feeling weak as he trembles at the thought of being without Purpled.
he hid his head in his knees with a hum, since he's a lab born he uses 50% of his brain- an average being only uses 10%. this causes Tommy to have more complexed dreams and nightmares, including imagining things.
he could imagine a situation, thinking it's reality. that's how he would escape most times- when he was alone and Tubbo spent most of his time with Ranboo, his alternative was his imagination.
even if he tried hard enough to imagine Purpled's laugh, or the way they'd fight in a way to show affection, it wasn't real enough for him.
his body quivered and shook at the thought of being alone, a hum left his mouth as he started to audibly hold back his tears, his heart pumping as his body shook.
his heart felt like it was running for dear life, blood rushing to his head as his jugular veins started to struggle as the blood sprinted across his neck, to his brain, sending constant pains to his body as he shook uncontrollably.
he felt like a large hand gripped around his neck, squeezing as something punched at his longs, his insides curled as his throat hurled, he couldn't help but throw his head at, whimpering and practically screaming at this intense pain which triggered so much trauma.
he felt like he was losing control of himself again, he had never had such bad of a panic attack before.
his fingers tingled as he lost complete control of movement in his hand, all he could do is scream as his cries reached out to the moon.
sweat droplets fell down his forehead, travelling down his face as the overwhelming punching turned into a stabbing sensation.
his body shook, but this time it's different- he was freezing, the wind pushed him like it was trying to get revenge, mother nature really hated him today.
he couldn't run away from the thought of Purpled being dead. he didn't have a communicator, so he couldn't check, he didn't have any source to contact his best friend- but if he is dead, it's the end of the line for Tommy.
he felt as his eyelids grew heavy, a last hum fell out of his mouth as he closed his eyes, admitting defeat as the the darkness of sleep paralysed his shaking body.
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NIGHTMARE.
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Tommy stood up as he stretched his arm.
"TAKE OFF,"
"Purp?" he grinned as a familiar figure stood metres away from Tommy, his back facing the lab born.
"I WAS TOLD A MILLION TIMES,"
"Purpled?" Tommy's voice echoed as the silhouette of his best friend didn't move an inch.
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Quackbur
Fanfiction(art not mine) A story based off their canonical characters. they knew they were falling for each other, nothing stopped them from knowing- but what if someone stopped them? (SHIP IS BASED OFF THE CANONICAL CHARACTERS NOT THE CONTENT CREATORS) @sum...
