«a world of chaos» dream smp

Chapter 15

haha. writer's block funny. 

It's irritating, really. 

He's laying in bed, staring at the ceiling. The bandages wrapping his wings are terribly itchy, and his wings ache from not being able to stretch. 

Tommy sits up from his position on the bed and glares at the window. The wind beats against the glass, rattling the window, laughing at his misery.

He flexes his hand, itching for something to punch, and as he hopes that Tubbo doesn't murder the heroes and possibly puts the city in even more danger without their heroes, he knows that Tubbo means well.

A phone rings, and he springs up and off the bed, grabbing the vibrating appliance, eager for some excitement and hoping it's not just another old lady who needs to install Twitter.

"Hello? Tommyinnit speaking." 

"Aye, Tommy," a low voice starts, "y'know Tubbo, Ranboo's husband or whatever? Yeah, uh, he kinda got surrounded by heroes. Dunno if they're just talking or actually fighting."

"Wait, Quackity? Is that you?"

"Yeah, no shit, man. Of course it's fucking me, who else would it be?"

"Weren't you in- wait, did you just say Tubbo's fighting with heroes?!"

"Oh, yeah, uh, I can't tell if they're fighting or just talking, though."

"Oh that fucking son of a bitch. I told him to just go out patrolling, not find heroes to toy with!"

"So, you wanna, y'know, key in that favour, help your BFF from getting arrested?"

"Nah, Tubbo's got some common sense. It'll be fine."

"Goddamn it, Tommy. The favour's not been cashed in for several years, Tommy. What the hell you gonna do with it?!"

"You'll see, Big Q. You'll see."

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Tommy stares at the phone. Tubbo would be fine, but he's not too sure about Quackity. 

Speaking of Quackity, wasn't he under Jschlatt? The sick fucking excuse of a ram hybrid never allowed Quackity to call outsiders, friend or foe.

He suddenly felt a sinking feeling dig itself into the deepest pits of his chest, remembering how he acted when he found out that Quackity was working for Schlatt, a former vigilante turned one of the world's evilest villains.

"What the fuck, Big Q? Why the fucking hell would you work for Schlatt?"

"Look, okay, Tommy? It's not like I had a fucking choice or something. He was going to kill me had I refused!"

"Then you should have run! Run far away! Why would you stay here and let him boss you around?!"

"Because I had people to protect! I had YOU to protect!"

"I can fucking take care of myself, jackass!"

"Right, and that's why you let yourself be manipulated and toyed around with by DREAM!"

"...What?"

"I'm sorry, Tommy."

He could feel a panic attack rising, a numbing chill that would soon spread across his skin like wildfire. Every breath he took shallowed into panicked gasps, sharp and desperate, as his lungs threatened to collapse. 

His mind and heart raced against time, time that never stopped, time that kept ticking away.

A certain pain overwhelmed him, but it wasn't something he could wish away. It was there, as it always would be there, to haunt him, to remind him that he was naive, innocent, stupid.

He was doomed, there was no hope, and-

"Tommy?"

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