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Tommy didn't need therapy, people like Puffy and Sam kept on saying that he needed therapy. They, of course, were wrong. Tommy doesn't need therapy. He's a big man! He even has his own hotel! He's fought in fucking wars: The disc war, The War for Independence. Fuck, even exile! Even when Wilbur was spiralling into insanity. Tommy didn't need therapy then, and he sure as hell didn't need it now. He was fine, it was fine. Dream is in prison anyway-not to mention his hotel was coming together! Sam Nook didn't need therapy, and he was a BADASS! So Tommy didn't need therapy either.
The short mechanical raccoon bot blinked, "GREETINGS TOMMYINNIT THE HOTEL IS STILL INCOMPLETE, I HAVE ALSO SCHEDULED A THERAPY SESSION WITH CAPTAINPUFFY."
Tommy, of course, was completely flabbergasted. He was a big man he didn't need some stupid therapy bullshit. He was THE Tommyinnit! Sputtering, "wha—I don't need some fucking stupid shitty session, I have to work on the hotel—"
Sam Nook, looking at Tommy, unimpressed with his excuse, "TOMMYINNIT, I AM OBLIGATED TO SCHEDULE WITH CAPTAIN PUFFY FOR YOUR HEALTH AND SAFETY."
This made Tommy, Tommyinnit, the Tommy Danger Kraken Innit, frustrated. He had told Sam Nook, over and over before that he didn't need therapy. However, the bot himself had different opinions.
"Alright, I'll go," yeah, fuck no. If you asked Tommy his opinions on therapy, he would describe it in three 'accurate' words. It's fucking bullshit.
If he had to get over his 'trauma' Tommy had to visit Dream. It's been months since exile. He was better. Tommy was better.
He even took down Dream and managed to trap him in prison. Tommy managed to do this all by himself!—well, not really if he counts Tubbo, Punz and pretty much half the server— But that's besides the point!
Maybe Tommy'll make fun of Dream, maybe he could interrogate Dream for the revive book. 'Or ', he thought 'I could ask why.' Why did Dream exile him? Why did Dream take his discs? Why him? Why not Ranboo? Why not Purpled? HELL,—even Tubbo was only targeted because of Tommy! Just because Tommy couldn't stop stupidly getting attached. Henry died due to his attachment. Tubbo has died multiple times because of his attachment to those stupid plastic discs. Tommy grit his teeth.
Before he even knew it, he was heading towards the prison, his strides growing more hurried. The hotel grew distant as he walked down the prime path and towards the Pandora's Vault. Pandora's Vault. The name had always intrigued Tommy as he had always been well versed in Greek mythology '—you want to be a hero Tommy? Then die like one—'. Pandora, the first woman created, who was responsible for releasing evil and chaos into the world. It was ironic since the vault housed one of the servers most evil players—Dream. (I'm sorry Connor u don't count, u did ridiculous things to be imprisoned)
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In front of the prison, Warden Awesamdude stood guarding the entrance. Sam seemed confused, why would Tommy visit the prison?
"Boss man!" He grinned, "I'm here to see that green fucker."
"You sure?" Sam wasn't sure. But Tommy was.
"Yeah big man, I'm here to spit in that fucker's face!"
Sam, knowing that he most definitely wouldn't be able to convince him otherwise nodded. Despite his outwards appearance, Sam had a soft spot for Tommy. And Tommy had a special spot for Sam too, just like how Tubbo had his own special spot. Just like how Mushroom Henry had his own special spot.
The Warden nodded, "yeah sure, follow me."
Tommy smiled one of his usual grins, though it lacked it's old mischief. Bounding after Sam, the Warden slowing his steps so Tommy could keep up—much to Tommy's oblivious chagrin.
The Pandoras Vault was huge. Tommy thought the word huge was to small to describe the prison. To say it was massive was an understatement, how the heck did Sam even keep up with the maintenance!? Blackstone bricks lined the walls, none worn by age—which was understandable the prison was built fairly recently—but it was quite suspicious that none of them had red moss growing on them.
The crimson vines had practically infested the whole server, there was no place where the fungi wasn't .
Tommy's steps echoed throughout the hallway, damn he really needs to add some furniture, the place was bare and looked more like a creepy temple more than a newly built maximum-security prison.
"Right here we are," Tommy couldn't see Sam's face but he could hear a small smile in the Warden's voice.
Sam's office was nice, it wasn't like the president's office which was white, neat and clinically clean; Sam's office felt lived in, a bit like Puffy's office. Tommy doesn't really do anything in Puffy's office, he just annoys the therapist with another one of his stupid stories. Despite feeling like 'it's been lived in' Sam's office is actually surprisingly neat: all the papers filed, unfiled documents and forms ready to be filled out, different cases of crimes that he didn't even think existed. Y'know, all the daily necessities a Warden needs; including the cups of coffee with an unhealthy amount of espresso. How did Tommy know that? Well that's because all the office smelled of was paper and coffee.
Tommy sat down in the office chair opposite to the warden's and spun, Sam grabbed the documents from the drawer and dropped it on the desk where it landed with an audible thud.
Sam raised a brow, "You know you can't enter without signing."
Tommy rolled his eyes, "yeah, yeah whatever,"
He quickly skimmed through it, it was basically addressing that the warden wasn't responsible for anything that happens to you when your visiting the prisoner. Besides, it's not like Dream could do anything to him—he was in prison, he didn't have netherite, he didn't have any weapons; he couldn't do shit to Tommy! Dream was all bark and no bite now. Tommy signed the paper. Tommy signed the paper.
"All the paperwork shit over now? This is taking so fucking loonnnnngggg!" Tommy grumbled.
The Warden stared blankly back at him, unamused, "Yes, now follow me."
He stood up, Tommy flinched when he heard Sam's armour clink together; before getting up himself.
They walked through the prison, Tommy seemingly having a one-sided conversation with The Warden since Sam decided to roleplay as a brick wall.
Dream's cell was different, obviously it was different, Dream is different, you moron. Dream's cell was different, it seemed that Sam put a lot of thought of trying to keep him in. He's your friend? Serves him right! That's what he gets—he threatened Tubbo. He threatened Tubbo to the point Tubbo started making chess metaphors—'I guess this is checkmate'.—And if that wasn't a crime, Tommy didn't know what was.
There were multiple levers in a neat row, The Warden pulled one down; causing the wall of lava to rapidly 'vanish'.
The platform under Tommy started to move—causing Tommy to panic. His gut lurched, he shouldn't have done this— he had reached (his friend's cell) Dream's cell.
Dream was, in the most polite way Tommy could word it—Pretty fucked up. Well, he looked like it. His hair was matted in filth, blood and grime; dirt caked under his nails. He saw Tommy, and grinned, his teeth were stained with dried-up blood. It was eerily similar to Dream's mask, which he wasn't wearing? Why? Did Sam confiscate it? The glint in Dream's eye was manic, It was so similar to Wilbur's when he was in pogtopia, too similar—
"You came to visit?" His voice was hoarse.
Tommy rolled his eyes, snarling, "oh fuck off with your bullshit."
Dream's voice became mocking, "you really shouldn't swear at your friend, no wonder Tubbo got sick of you—"
"Shut. Up. SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO MADE TUBBO EXILE ME—AND NOW YOU ACT LIKE IT WAS HIS CHOICE??"
Dream sighed, disappointment lacing his words, "I didn't make him, everyone in lmanburg was so sick of you, you know? Tubbo just did what everyone wanted to do, eradicate the living parasite which attached itself to their country."
Pissed, Tommy hissed, "You threatened him, you said you would build a wall around l'mangburg. You already lost the wars—you could've just left l'manburg alone."
"It's not my fault! You're the one who joined the server and caused chaos. You're the one who started griefing people. You're the one who made a country behind my back. Keep in mind you did this on my land, on my server. If it's anyone's faults it's yours."
"Shut up Dream, shut the fuck up—all you do is lie," Tommy snorted, "you lied about the revive book, it's not even real, is it?"
Dream bristled with anger, "it's real—"
"Then why haven't you revived Schlatt? Why haven't you revived Wilbur? Oh I know! ITS BECAUSE IT NOT FUCKING REAL DREAM! YOURE FUCKING DELUSIONAL!"
This caused Dream to cackle manically, "You know what Tommy, sure, I'm the delusional one. But I wasn't lying about the revive book. It's real"
Tommy sneered back at Dream. Dream turned around, opening the only chest in the prison cell, grabbing a raw potato he had saved.
"Tommy? You think you could help me prove the revive book is real?"
"-wait, wait Dream, you don't need to—the book is real okay?—you don't need to kill me—you can't kill me——"
"I gave up so many things for you in exile. I wasted food, resources...I even helped you build Logstedshire! And how do you repay me? You tell everyone all this bullshit. The least you could do to repay me is this. Don't you know Tommy? Do you know what the revive book makes me Tommy? IT MEANS IM A FUCKING GOD!" Dream descends into maddening laughter. He's insane. He's gone fucking insane.
Tommy backs away from him, Dream notices and steps forward.
Bang.
Pain swept across Tommy's forehead, metallic blood oozing out of the broken skin. He drops to the ground, the sharp bits of obsidian scraping against his skin.
Panic flooded Tommy's lungs, making him desperately gasp for air, "WAIT—WAIT—STOP—NONONONO-"
A punch landed against his jaw, causing a loud crack. It felt like fireworks against his face. Funny huh? Now you know how Tubbo felt at the festival. He felt his ears ringing, heart thumping agains his ribcage. Blood dripped down from his face to his neck, smearing his iconic shirt.
Black dots invaded his vision—"Tell me what it feels like after I revive you"— Dream kept on talking, but Tommy couldn't make out anything he said. His eyelids felt heavy, he just needed to close them. So he did.
Tommy Careful Danger Kraken Innit had died inside the Pandora's vault.
Tommyinnit had lost his 'final' life to Dream.
[Tommyinnit was slain by Dream using 'Potato']