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Art creds today: peppermint_cuddle on instagram (:

Requested: nope
Character: Tommyyyyy
Setting: Logstedshire, random forest, the room where it happened/j (but there is a spooky room)

TWS for this chapter include:
• Abuse, physical and mental
• Crying
• Blood and injury
• Somewhat derealization/ hallucinations
• Implied sewerslide

A/N: AYYY 3/4 CHAPTERS, ONLY ONE LEFT. BEWARE THIS ONE IS A BIT FUCKED UP AS IS THE NATURE OF C!DREAM SO BE WARNED. ALSO... I MADE ART FOR THIS. TECHNICALLY I MADE THE ART THEN WROTE THIS BECAUSE OF IT BUT YES. THAT'LL BE AT THE END

ENJOY (:

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|*~Tommy POV (3rd person)~*|

"please stop... Dream.."

Tommy sat in the corner, weak and vulnerable. Blood sticking his hair together and a broken lamp shining on him.

"No Tommy. You deserve this for trying to run away."

Tommy hid his head in his knees with his arm out to block. He flinched at Dreams malicious tone

"Now.. i'm going to leave you here for as long as you misbehave, as long as you're good, you'll get out soon enough."

That was a lie. Dream wasn't going to let him out.

"But Dream no! You cant leave me here all alone.. please! I'll be good!"

"Prove it." He said before shutting the door and locking it.

Tommy stumbled over to the door and started fiddling with the doorknob in a panic

"No.. no.. no... there's gotta be a way out.. no.. NO! YOU CANT LEAVE ME IN HERE DREAM! YOU CANT LEAVE ME IN HERE.."

He shouted breaking down. Knees hit the floor but he didn't care how much it hurt.

"please..."

Quiet sobs wracked his body, he buried himself in his blood stained sweater.

It was so quiet, no sounds could get out, none could get in.

The only sound being that of poor Tommys cries and pleas, and the drip of the water in the corner of the room.

"please..."

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|*~Tommy POV (1rst person)~*|

It was the early afternoon and I had just woken up. I didn't get much sleep last night due to the relentless thunder. It sounded like the sky was screaming for help.

I'm not sure what i'm going to do today. I guess probably wait for Dream. He should be here soon.

I don't want to stand so I sit on the beach. The waves are calming but they also make me sad. I mean, you'd be sad too if your best friend exiled you and you had to look into the vast emptiness of everything you love and care for being torn from your grasp while also having to stomach the pressure of being good enough for anyone's standards because everyone hates you.

😊

drip. drip. drip.

I guess not everyone hates me. There was Dream, but he sometimes got angry, and scary. And I don't like when he's angry, cause it usually means I've done something wrong. I cant help it, but i'm trying to be a good friend. Me and Dream are friends right? D€NT T£¥^UST
H]{M (Dont trust him)