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The sense of tranquillity hit Tommy, A gush of peace washing over him before sobs overcame that. It hurt. It fucking hurt and Tommy couldn't do anything to fix it; he just had to deal with the pain. The tears were blocking his vision and making him lightheaded to the point where he wasn't aware of what was happening anymore.
He didn't notice Puffy taking him into her arms and ruffling his hair softly whilst letting slip a few silent tears of her own. He didn't notice him clawing at old wounds with his nails. He didn't notice Puffy removing his fingers from his skin and crying into his shoulder. He just felt numb. The only thing he actually tried to focus on was the casket being brought to the front.
Despite his vision being all fucked up and everything being blurry, Tommy could see the sleek, black casket that he knew Dream wouldn't have chosen himself. He almost let out a chuckle at the thought of what Dream's casket would look like -had the adult chosen it himself? But Tommy kept that laugh in. He knew that Dream would love to see everyone laughing and cracking jokes even at the ceremony for his death; Dream would also know that not crying would be impossible for Tommy even if the boy would constantly call himself a 'big man'. Plus, laughing at this part of the funeral would be very disrespectful. Because Dream knew Tommy, even when Tommy didn't even know himself. Dream was Tommy's best friend, his lifeline. Tommy loved Dream more than anything in the fucking world.
What was Tommy without Dream?
The teenager's inner monologue was interrupted by a particularly violent cry from the woman behind him and he was forced back into the world where his best friend was fucking gone and all that did was make him cry harder and louder.
Turning around, Tommy planned to comfort Puffy, but how could he when he was a crying mess? Yet sometimes, having someone who understands your pain makes it all feel a little less lonely. Comforting even. So they both just cried together. Despite all of the looks they got.
It was a slightly strange sight, some strange boy crying into the shoulder of Dream's 'second mother's' suit although the boy was tens of centimetres taller than her. But the two didn't care. Tommy may have been the loudest crying and Puffy -arguably- the most heartbreaking one, but that just showed they cared. Plus, the funeral wasn't quiet in the slightest, Dream's family were mourning louder than most, but no one was watching them.
Tommy felt uncomfortable. Tommy felt vulnerable.
He may have been teary-eyed and basically only looking and basically only looking at Puffy's suit, but that didn't mean Tommy couldn't see out of his peripheral vision that people were staring. Like, couldn't they have been more subtle about it? Sure, he was a stranger to them and them a stranger to him, but it was still rude to stare. It just made Tommy want to cry more, but fuck crying man, because Tommy was a big man that could hold in his tears and comfort Puffy instead, right?
Wrong. Because, fucking hell, what was wrong with those three people over there? Weren't they supposed to be mourning instead of looking over at him? This was a fucking funeral. And not just any funeral, Dream's funeral. What sort of respect were they showing by just staring at him and not the fucking casket?
At least the older person of the trio seemed to feel some sort of empathy towards him and Puffs when they sneaked glances over. Oh, and at least they were sneaking glances. One of them straight up fucking stared without having any sort of shame in the world. The other younger person just looked over with some sort of empathy but also with insane curiosity. Like, a creepy amount of curiosity (maybe they just gave off real crappy vibes. Like a big-ass creeper -not as in the Minecraft mob though). As if Tommy was some sort of kicked puppy that they couldn’t help but feel a strong want of knowing what happened to them to get to this point. The blonde didn't need their goddamn pity so they could shove it right up their asses.
Also, what was the point of the cape? It was way over the top, man. The person might as well have had a fucking crown to go with it. But the cape weirdo didn't deserve a crown because they were staring at Tommy who was better than them. Yup. He was way manlier than them. He had to be since he was just the biggest fucking man to ever exist.
Now, how did Tommy see all of this from the edge of his vision? Because it was a pretty unrealistic thing to notice all of that shit whilst crying violently. But Dream was his fucking everything; how could he not be able to do cool shit like that?
Now, the blonde was debating whether or not to stare right back at the three and make them as uncomfortable as they were making him... Or, like, stare specifically at somewhere on their face so they felt self-conscious, he’d decided he would stare at the brunette’s hairline (if he was to do that, of course) since it was kinda receding. But these people were at Dream's funeral, so they must have been his friends or some shit, yeah? And Tommy wasn't going to do shit to his bestest friend's friends. Well, at least not at his funeral... Tommy was nice like that. He could intimidate them another day. (But XD! Please let him never see these bitch-ass pussies ever again.)
After the casket was out of sight (for the moment. Apparently there was some open-casket thing where people looked at the fucking deceased body; it was weird) and the waterworks were (maybe) over, there was food available for all of the guests. Tommy had only been to one funeral before the one today, but he definitely didn't remember having food at the first. Mind you, he was only like six when he went, but he was sure that he'd remember if he got to have some fucking food at a funeral.
As much as the boy wanted to grab some food, there were so many damn people. Like, how many friends did Dream have, or even need? He used to be certain the tellytubby of a man was too lame to have friends. He just simply wasn't as awesome as Tommy. Simply just beneath him. No, that was rude. He couldn't think that. Especially at the guy's funeral. Tommy needed a better coping mechanism, oh XD.
The place was fucking packed with people and that just made Tommy more and more uncomfortable. He wasn't really a social person. Well, that's a lie but that probably was the best way to explain it... Despite that, the blonde was loud. He'd shout swears and threaten people all most of the time. But Tommy had some pretty bad anxiousness of the social spaces. He hated new people and would transform into a whole different being when he was in an environment with lots of them, that was the main reason he was always supposed to have a trusted person with him in public spaces.
The seventeen-year-old thanked XD that he sat at a table with only the WasTaken family and Puffy -as she was considered Dream's second mother- and that table was in the corner of the (now Tommy thought about it) massive room. Like damn, how much money did people spend for someone who was now dea- fuck, wait... that was disrespectful, again. Especially since the pissbaby couldn't defend himself from insults now. Not like the bastard would succeed at defending himself from Tommy, as Tommy was a big man and Dream was a tiny bitchy bo-
And Tommy just started crying again... (The 'maybe' to the waterworks being over was there for a reason)
Fucking hell, man. He thought that he'd cried all of his tears already. Dream was a complete bitch, man. Makin' him cry and shit...
And now that fucking weird trio of people from earlier were looking at him again. Like, Dream was a bitch, but these people were bigger bitches. Although that seemed impossible because Dream was a pain and a mofo, these people exceeded Dream's bitchiness and were the bitchiest of bitches Tommy has met. Because the blonde has met many a bitches and gets lots of bitches too.
Maybe he said ‘bitches’ a little too much there…
...Definitely not.
Oh, fucking hell man. Why were they walking towards the table? Wait, oh fuck. They were walking towards the table. His and Drista's table. Wait, when did everyone else leave the table? Where did Puffy go? How long was Tommy zoned out? How long had it just been him and Drista and the table? Why was the creepy trio going to their table? Out of all the tables, they had to pick this one. Well, most tables were full -but still- they could just not head towards Tommy.
His thoughts were interrupted by Drista calling out to one of the people who were now only a few metres away from them, "Hey, Phil!"
Ah, so they were walking over here because they knew Drista. The person, apparently called Phil, walked up with a warm smile and replied with a, "Hey mate! How are you?"
Tommy, uncomfortable with the strangers sitting at the table, pretended to take interest in the room around him. To be honest, it was pretty fucking cool. Tommy never thought that England could get this nice, which was why he was surprised when the WasTaken family stated that the funeral was to be held in England and not in Florida where the family resided and was Dream's place of birth.
Like, there was Disneyland, no, Disneyworld there. Imagine a Disney funeral [audience oohs and ahs]. Mickey and Minnie dancing in front of a princess castle and fireworks in the air saying, 'Fuck you for leaving me here, Dream'. Oh, and Miami. Tommy heard that Miami is pretty pog. So the funeral really should've been held there. But it wasn't... [sighs of disappointment]
That was partially Tommy's fault for his fear of planes but Dream lived in England so… that was a factor. Although that was Tommy's fault too -which was (again) because of the teen’s fear of planes. Well, fear of most transport, really. Tommy was a little paranoid, about everything. Which was why he would take his bike or walk wherever he could, instead of a car -or worse- a bus [insert dramatic shuddering here please and thanks]. Like, who fuckin' decided to make buses so sketchy? And why were there hardly any one-person seats so randos don't sit next to you? Plus, the seats were: A, ugly colours; B, ugly designs; and C, designed to not be able to see dirt, dust and grime in the seats. Ew. [Hey, non-existent computer guy! Insert dramatic shudder again!]
When Tommy zoned back into the world, he noticed that there was one less person at the table...
Where the fuck did Drista go?! Did she fucking leave him alone? Drista was now a bitch. She used to be cool for threatening Dream with forks but now she left him with the sketchy people.
Wait a goddamn second. Drista left him with strangers! Complete and utter strangers! She wasn’t even allowed to do that. He was in a public space without someone he trusted. Drista was a massive bitch. Tommy was definitely stealing her shit later for that. Like, what a fucking bitch. What if they expected him to talk? He didn't want to talk to them. The blonde person looked ancient, the brunette seemed like a wrong'un, and the person with the long pink hair seemed the guy to know way too many facts about something that wasn't even relevant to anything Tommy needed to know. Like… The dude looked as if they read and memorised quotes for a hobby. Wait, that was the 'cape' weirdo. Did they still have their stupid cape on? Because if they did, Tommy would have probably laughed. It was probably a good thing that he was staring at the ceiling because Tommy did not want to laugh at a stranger. At Dream's funeral.
"Hey mate, Tommy right?"
Fuck, how was he supposed to get out of this one? The person literally used his name... Could he like legally change his name right here, this second?
"I'm Phil, it's a pleasure to meet you."
Okay, maybe if he just didn't say anything, this Phil guy would leave him alone. Wait, that would be rude... Maybe just a short reply...?
"Nice to meet you..." muttered the blonde, just staring at the table and tapping beats on the underside of it.
The blonde stranger just smiled back, "I don't think I've seen you around before... Or am I just remembering things wrong?"
They were definitely remembering things correctly. Tommy didn't meet new people if he didn't need to. And he hadn't needed to for the past 4 years. Moreover, whenever he tried to meet someone new, something always fucking happened. Some shit would start or someone would get hurt. Or, well, literally anything bad. At least, bad in his eyes...
"I mean, I've never seen you before either, and you seem to be friends with the WasTakens and Puffy, you were sitting with them earlier..." the brunette quipped before adding, "Were the rest of your family not invited or something?"
So the wrong'un was also a bitch. Noted. [insert pencil on paper sound to signify writing]
"You can't just ask that, Wil..." a monotone voice drawled, cutting off the bitch, whose name was apparently Wil. Like, what a fucking stupid name that matched so perfectly to the fucking stupid person.
"What?" Wil shrugged and said (with a horribly sickeningly sweet voice, may he add), "it's just a simple, innocent question that I'm sure Tommy doesn't mind answering, right Tommy?"
Was this Wil bitch just expecting him to answer? Plus, he was definitely tricking him into answering by excessively using his name as well. That had to be a manipulation tactic or some shit. Or was that a challenge of some sort? Because Tommy wasn't a pussy. He could answer this easily, "My family is dead."
See? Easy?
And boy was it funny to see the look on that wrong'un's face.
"...So... You're an orphan?" questioned the pink one. He’d decided that it was a better way of referring to them until he thought of a better nickname. Tommy was still questioning why the 'cape' weirdo (never mind, ‘cape’ weirdo was not a good nickname, he’d stick with ‘pink one’ for now) chose pink. Sure, pink was a pog colour... But why pink of all colours? Tommy thought they looked more like a white-haired person. Not in a bad way. He was not, y’know trying to call this person old. He just thought the other would have chosen to dye their hair white instead of pink. Unless their natural hair colour was white? (he was not judging that in any way shape or form. Naturally white hair was fucking cool)
"Mate, you can't just ask people if they're orphans..."
"But they said they had no family."
"...Mate..." What was this person's thing with saying 'mate'?
What? so there was the 'mate' person, the pink one, and the bitch. Got it.
"I... technically am an orphan, yes." Tommy answered because he was not gonna let the 'mate' person 'help' him in not answering the pink one's question.
"Oh, so you're in the foster system?"
Why did the bitch ask him another question? He was a bitch. A bitch with bitchy brown hair. But Tommy would still answer. Because what else was he supposed to do until Drista got back? (If the thought was to stall. That was what he was fucking doing! And XD was it annoying trying to converse with these fuckers...)
"I believe so? Not really sure yet, to be honest, man."
"How do you not know whether or not you're in the foste-"
"Oi, Tommy! I brought you a coke!" a voice shouted, cutting off Wil. Good. They deserved it. Tommy was going to thank the person that cut the bitch off forever. Plus, they brought him a coke. He owed them his lif-.
Nevermind. It was just Drista. The other bitch. But the bitch who was less bitchy than The Bitch that he had only recently dubbed as such. She was still a bitch though as she fucking left him here. Alone. But, she was still a while away from him. He could use that to his advantage and just leave, "Well, lovely talk. But I've got to go. Big ol' Dris is calling me. Can't just leave the poor teen alone... Bye!"
Tommy decided to ignore anything the three people said to him as he left. Because, well, they were weird. And not the good kind of weird…
As soon as he got to Drista, he snatched the coke from her hands, muttered a quick, "Fuck you...", and took a sip from the can before laughing at a joke the girl had made and wrapping the arm (that wasn't holding the coke) around her shoulders.
All he cared about right then, was leaving this shithole and never seeing those weirdos again (once he actually left, of course) because that conversation was painful. That was honestly all he wished for -other than seeing Dream again. But that was out of the question.
Just two measly fuckin' wishes, man.
Unluckily for him, he'd only get one of those wishes granted...
However… The last ‘implausible’ wish that the teen had initially thrown away as was very much possible.
It was not out of the question.
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