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“Let go of my son, you repulsive fucker.”
Dream’s hand tightened around his arm as Phil shouted down at them. Tommy could feel himself flinching back slightly at the pain, a minor hiss escaping him as he reached out with his other arm toward his dad. There was a strong tug on his arm and suddenly his back was against the masked man’s chest, a sword eerily close to his throat as the memory of Quackity doing the same thing flashed before his eyes and he was left shaking like a mad man in the arms of….his best friend? Hell if he knew, all he knew was that it was starting to b u r n . There was a lump in his throat the size of a rock as he held his breath and tried his damnedest not to let the blade slip any farther past his skin. Blood slid from the open wound as he used his free hand to do his best to pry the sword farther from his throat, only causing more blood to spill when not only did Dream draw the knife tighter, but he sliced his own hand open on the blade in his efforts.
“At this rate you’ll kill him, Dream. Seems a bit counterintuitive if you ask me.” Phil’s words were laced with anger, but Tommy could see that fear sparkling in his eyes, and the raw emotion was on the verge of fucking killing him as it was. Tommy drew his eyes to the sword, his hands finally sliding to the front of the blade and pressing it tighter to his throat, he heard the shocked breath escape from Dream. Tommy had thought of this a thousand times over, what dying would feel like, what it would smell like- but he hadn’t been expecting this.
It didn’t hurt very badly, the adrenaline forcing down the pain. He didn’t care though, as he tried to piece together his thoughts. He couldn’t put together what he wanted often, but he knew that at least in that instant, he didn’t want to be dead. Despite that feeling, he could feel himself pushing the sword closer to his neck- and beyond that he could feel Dream trying to keep the sword from slicing off Tommy’s neck.
“Tommy stop that shit.” Dream grit his teeth as the trembling boy kept digging the sword into his neck. Doing this would help, right? - so many people had told him he was best off dead, and who was he to disagree with people who were smarter than him. He could help his dad not lose to Dream, and do what Techno wanted in the meantime- right? If he died like a hero, maybe people would like him more. Right?
Tommy didn’t receive another second to debate with himself as the blade was torn across and away from his neck and he fell to his knees. Blood poured from the wound as he reached up a hand to stop the massive flow, turning to see where Dream had gone. Techno had the blonde man pinned to the ground, mask discarded nearby. Green and red eyes locked onto each other as they wrestled across the ground, both of them having knocked away the other's weapon. Fist connected with face, foot to stomach, head to head. They were two very powerful beings, rolling around in the snow and digging some deep ass blows into each other.
“Tommy!” He hadn’t been paying attention, and suddenly he was being scooped up in someone's arms. He froze, every single one of his functions shutting down in an instant.
The tears stopped falling, and he went dead silent as tight arms wrapped around him tightly. Faintly, he recognized the voice of his father speaking to him, trying to get a response- but his mouth refused to move. He felt the slight tingling feeling of blood dripping from his wound, but he’d yet to feel the pain. It was odd, he didn’t think he’d ever had a reaction like this before- even when he’d-....when- when he lost them , he’d felt it- so why couldn’t he feel anything. He wasn’t even in his body anymore, he remembered reading about this somewhere, but he didn't care. He looked down at himself cradled up in his fathers arms as the older man tried to bandage up his neck. The boy below him looked fucking pathetic, shaking without even trying to do anything about it. He remembered someone telling him that it was normal to cry, common even- everyone needs to cry from time to time, finally the voice clicked to a face and Tubbo’s face flashed before him. It was painful, to see such a genuine smile on his friends face- but it still made him happy, to think that Tubbo was happy again. He blinked, the world was becoming oddly blurry. He blinked again, and again- but despite the shouting that was coming from his father, he couldn’t stay away- and sipped into unconsciousness.