Revival. Again, again, and again and.. Again.

freedom

Wilbur watched as Tommy was in limbo for what was the 29th time.

He was curled up into a ball, and dream had no more questions to ask.

Tommy thought he was finally free, but Dream was bored in his prison.

So he made it a hobby to kill and revive Tommy daily.

His hair was completely white, even his eyebrows and lashes.

They were still stained in red, however.

He listened to the boy sob for the final time, tearing up no more as his voice was too hoarse to continue wailing.

Tommy simply laid, and blinked.

Dream should have revived him now.

But he didn't.

He exhaled shakily, softening his position.

He might aswell enjoy the peace.

When he was about to sleep, nausea overcame his vision, and soon the atmosphere was replaced with the prison walls.

Yet again.

"You know, killing you was really fun." Dream began.

Tommy didn't respond in the slightest way.

He simply blinked, staring into the haunting green eyes.

"It's enjoyable to see you suffer. It makes me feel... Warm.. Inside."

He could tell he was mocking him.

He didn't care anymore.

Part of him did, but he dug that deep in a hole inside of him.

"Do it." Tommy beckoned, his voice cracking and hoarse due to all the crying and blood in his throat.

Dream's head tilted to the side in a confused manner.

"Hmm?"

"I know you want to kill me again. Get on with it." Tommy stated, blinking, void of any emotion.

If Dream enjoyed his fear so much, then Tommy will enjoy his annoyance.

"You're acting strange today." Dream hummed.

Tommy blinked yet again.

He could see Dream's fingers hesitantly curl inwards and outwards.

He was already pestered.

"Why won't you do it?" Tommy asked.

Dream's eyes softened slightly.

"Kill. Me." Tommy spat.

Dream exhaled sharply.

"Alright then." He sighed, dragging Tommy to stand upwards.

Tommy smiled.

He didn't smile because he was happy.

Dream broke him.

So he'll break him.

Soon, Tommy found Dream's hands holding a tight grip on his shoulders, only for him to slam the blon- white haired boy into the wall.

When he was about to make another move, the lava walls retracted.

There stood Sam.

"Dream, what are you-"

Sam froze, staring at the bloody teen which kneeled on the floor as of impact.

His hands were placed on the floor, allowing him to stay slightly upright.

"Tommy?" Sam half-whispered, his voice shaky.

He shook his head, "Dream, get away from Tommy, now."

Dream grinned.

"And if I don't?"

A sword materialised in Sam's hands.

"Right, Right." He sighed, raising his hands as he stepped away from the teen.

"Tommy, get in the corner for me." Sam begged.

Tommy, though weak, managed to limp towards the corner, finding himself teleported into the same room as Sam.

His legs, however, were too weak, and he collapsed immediately.

"Tommy, I thought you were dead." Sam whispered, rushing towards the boy as he helped him up.

"I was dead. Many times."

Sam looked confused.

"He killed me, and revived me, over and over and over and ove-"

"Tommy."

"Don't send me back. Please." Tommy pleaded, his voice breaking.

Sam's grip on Tommy softened.

"I won't."

"Promise?"

Sm exhaled softly.

"Promise."

A soft yet small smile made its way on Tommy's face as hope was sparked again.

Since Sam knew Tommy wouldn't be able to go out in this condition, he decided to ask someone to come collect him.

He didn't know who exactly though.

Then, he had an idea.

Phil may have not been the best father for Tommy, but he was his parent.

So he whispered to Phil on his communicator.

You whisper to Ph1LzA: Come to the prison, it's urgent.

...

Ph1LzA whispers to you: On my way.

꧁꧂

"What did you want to talk about Sam?" Phil asked.

Sam sighed.

"Tommy's been released from the prison, and I think maybe you should take him with you. He's too weak to even do anything."

Phil swallowed his saliva.

What could have happened in the prison?

"Where is he now?" Phil responded.

"I'll go being him now."

When Phil saw Sam help Tommy towards him, saying he was shocked was an understatement.

His son's hair was white, from eyelash to crown, and he was stained in blood and covered in scars and burn marks.

"What happened to you?" Phil gasped, rushing towards Tommy.

"Apparently Dream did this. Repeatedly."

Phil hummed.

"Sam, expect me to visit again." He replied, helping the boy towards his home.

He didn't have any healing potions on him, so he'd have to help Tommy with that later.

Phil never realised how long of a walk exactly it was to Technoblade's cabin.

And once they got there, Phil immediately opened the door and helped the boy inside.

Technoblade wasn't home, so he wouldn't have to explain to him yet.

His first priority was to make sure Tommy gets washed up.

He helped him towards the bathroom and gave him some spare change of clothes.

Thankfully, he was able to cleanse and change himself despite the lack of energy.

After that, he made sure that he slept.

Currently, he had no idea where he would be able to sleep, however Tommy said he'd just sleep on the couch.

He was knocked out the moment his head hit his pillow, and it was the first time Phil had seen Tommy so peaceful in a while.

He made a silent oath to make sure no one harms him again.