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Tommy woke up in the sea as his back hit the seafloor. He opened his eyes in shock as he quickly swam up to the top and out of the water. Great! His clothes already had holes in them now they were wet! Just great for Tommy! Not.
Today was his birthday as he forgotten about it as he lost count of the days, or how long he's been in exile. He really didn’t care, he really didn’t! Well that may be a lie…
But Tommy’s a big man! And big men don't worry about small little problems!
So why was he? Wasn't he grown? I mean he's old enough to be in exile, he should be… But he was just a child on the inside…
He went over to his tent to where he had made himself more clothing out of wool. He quickly changed and stepped out. There were a few holes, but not as many as the one he was wearing before, that were wet and nasty; he'll probably burn them for warmth later on.
He walked over to the seashore as he looked at the seashells planted into the sand and smiled at them. They were one of the only things bringing him happiness in this cruel world.
Then a little bit later, Tommy was walking along the sea shore, counting all the seashells he could see. He wanted to keep his mind off things, like Dream, his brother— Wilbur and Techno… After Dream revived Wilbur, Tommy became quite lonely. He wanted to see him but on the other hand.. He didn't.
He continued to count the shells he saw as he was suddenly pushed to the sandy-floor, ripping more of his shirt as he knew it was Dream there. Then a harsh kick was thrown to his side, he tried to see Dream, trying to find the result of his anger.
He started to cry as tears had threatened to spill over with their painful stings. There came another kick, one by one he felt pain as bit back any crys or sobs to come out.
Eventually he started to cry as his vision blurred as he saw a man on a mountain further back. He had pink hair— Pink hair!? Tommy's eyes widened in shock as he held his stomach as his collar was grabbed and the same hand forced him up on his knees. He was forced to look at his owner— Dream.
As a piece of TNT blew up next to Dream and Tommy as his own— Dream was sent back a bit. Hitting the sand on the floor. Tommy got a bit of burn marks on his face as that wasn’t new… He fell to the floor and held his knees up to his chest in hope Dream wouldn't hurt or that person who threw that.
Tommy closed his eyes and prayed it'll be over soon. Then he heard a grunt from Dream and muffles like his mouth was covered as it became quiet. Tommy squeezed his eyes shut that— that person wouldn't hurt him. Then he felt a hand on his back, it was warm and comforting as he slowly opened his eyes to see who it was.
"Hey mate, you look like shit." He heard his father— Phil say. He'll never be his father again, Tommy didn’t have a family, no brothers, and no father. All he needed was Dream— wait! Where's Dream!?
"Wh–" Tommy coughed out as he tried to speak again, "Where's Dream..?" He asked in a hush-hush tone as his throat hurt from only drinking the salt water. Never mind that, where is Dream?
He looked around to see blood on the floor next to a green robe that was Dream's. Then he saw a hand move as he saw Dream was alive as he looked at Phil.
"Why are you here?"
As Tommy spoke those words everything stopped as his stomach twisted into knots from the awkward silence at the beach.
Then the hand was removed as he heard moving behind him, before he could look he was picked up like a groom would for his bride as he was cradled into a mans arm. He looked up to see Wilbur with a smirk. "Miss me?" Was all the cocky man could say as he was hit on top of the head by a pinkish arm.. He could only guess it was Techno.
He was two weak to put up a fight as he just passed out in the brunettes arms.