TommyInnit angst-shots

•Mask (part 4)•

《Basically what the title says, I have no idea what I'm gonna do for this, but I'll work with it aha, please enjoy》

•Terry's (Tommy) POV

"Did you enjoy your time at The Beloveds' house?" Dream asked with curiosity.

"Yes, I did. They fed me, so I'm full." I exclaimed through my mask, though taking it off as soon as we walked inside.

Dream nodded and continued to his room. "We have a big day tomorrow Terry. Get some rest."

He slammed his door as his footsteps faded from my reality. Sometimes, living with Dream and being his brother isn't too bad. But most of the time, I realize how he treated me and despise him ultimately. I feel guilty and have this gut wrenching feeling when I have to call him my brother.

I sigh and trench to my room, feeling guilt about leaving my friends the way I did. I wish I could tell them that I'm here, scream it from the rooftops and finally give them the relief that they've been waiting for. Some are in denial, but others have tried their hardest to fave the fact that I'm gone.

I look attheir faces and see sadness and misery. They miss me, the people I thought hated me. Miss me, as if I'm their long lost brother or relative. It pains me to see them like this, but at the same time, why do they miss me so bad if they hate me?

I plop down face first into my pillow, sighing audibly. I turn my head to the side and lazily try to kick my shoes off, though having to bend myself painfully to untie them both. I kick them off with a huff, listening as they fall onto the floor.

I rest my arms under my pillow, nuzzling my head into the coolness of the freshly washed floral scented pillow. It had some silk parts to it, as it was a cow design. Dream said he wanted me to feel 'at home', so he bought me a cow pillow.

I looked over to my nightstand and smiled as Henry looked at me, I could hear the small 'moo' I would make him do when I was younger. I remember throwing building blocks at Wilbur as he tried to study his music, as I got scolded for something else I had done.

Techno used to laugh when I threw stuff at Wilbur, sometimes he'd even join in. But as per usual, we'd always get fussed at our scolded for our actions. Wilbur and Techno rarely got scolded, I always got blamed for stuff they did.

It was unfair.

I blink and turn over, staring at my bare popcorn ceiling. Dust collected on the ceiling, as cleaning of the fan had been long ago neglected. I menouver my eyes to the wall. It was a bare beige, not dark, not light. Just regular beige. The floor was a dark wood. I can't decipher the type of wood, or if it had been dyed or varnished.

I sit up and dangle my feet until they hit the floor, feeling the coolness through my warm socks. I start to pull those off aswell. I stand and grimace as my feet hit the cold wooden floor, though I began to stretch.

I slowly stalk toward my window, I had drawn my curtains together before I left, so nobody could take a sneak peek through and see some of my personal belongings. Like Henry, they'd think I'm a little 5 year old.

I tie the curtains together and drape them over the holder, lifting the window up. It was a window seat with brown cushions. They had small tassles on the ends, though they weren't big enough to get in the way.

I lift my leg up and sit on it, crossing my leg over the other. I rest my head on my hand. My eyes start to droop, I yawn from tiredness and rub my eyes.

Sluggishly standing up, I trudged  to my bed, which I just left the warmth of. Though before draping my legs over one another to get comfortable, I remember I'm wearing khaki pants.

I sit a moment and finally decided, I'll just change in the morning. I've slept in worse.

••••••

I woke up to the taste of drool and polished floor in my mouth. Hoisting myself up, I realize I had fallen face first onto the ground, surprisingly, I had never found out how comfortable it was until now.

I shrug and stand up straight, taking a big stretch and a long yawn. Though it was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Terry," Dream creaked the door open, waiting for me to grant him permission to enter.

"Good morning," he stepped inside, better than Phil, Wilbur, and Techno with privacy. "Would you like to accompany me to Niki's Bakery? I'm going with Sapnap, a few others are tagging along aswell."

I looked to the ground to think, shrugging and nodding my head. "If it's not a problem, yeah. I'll go."

Dream nodded and left, closing the door behind him softly.

Damn, he's MUCH better with manners and primary of a teenager. If he wasn't so abusive, I'd love to have him as a guardian, permanently. Maybe he'll soften up, or maybe he won't. Only Prime knows.

I locked my door and turned to my dresser, pulling out a pair of blue jeans. I took my old pair off and tossed them next to my bathroom, Dream gave me one of the rooms with its own bathroom.

••••••

I hum and walk down the prime path with my dessert from the Bakery. Dream let me get whatever I wanted because I had been good recently, so I'm a happy man.

I find the Prime Tree, with the bench Tubbo and I used to sit at and listen to Mellohi and Cat. I smile under my mask and take a seat, removing my mask to take a bite.

"TOMMY?!" I look up to see Tubbo, Ranboo and, Michael standing there in shock.

Micheal was just there, until he ran up to me. "Mommy! Mom mom!!!"

《MMMMMMM homos. Hahahah, anyways, I hope you enjoyed this! I got really lazy towards the end so ykyk, writing problemsssss ahhhhh》