Chapter Text
Thomas innit Watson is dead,
Dead as a doornail.
He could feel nothing, see nothing, hear nothing not evan his own heart beat.
When he sat down he could almost feel his arms around himself, it was his only comfort in limbo. he could pretend it was his father's arms, that he wasn't alone, that he didn't die in a car crash so so long ago.
He knew he was crying, he could almost imagine tears streaming down his cheeks. the soft sound of his sobs, but they weren't there, he wasn't there either.
That was the scariest part of limbo, not the loneliness, or the claughstrephobia. The thought that he didn't evan exist, that
He wasn't real
Then he felt the pull, the tug that ment dream was dragging him back to earth.
He was thankfull to get out of limbo, but desperately wanted to stay away from what was waiting for him.
This had been a pattern lately, ever since that night when he had snuck out, creeping along the small downtown road. he had wanted to go to the candy shop for a sucker, evan though his dad had said no.
He still remembers the screams from his father as he ran across the road.
Little tom-tom hadnt know thet that was just the start of his death, that it would be cruelly dragged on for years and years.
He was dragged out of his thoughts when he felt his body snap back, wind knocked out of his chest as he was thrust through the floor, then the pain started.
the feeling of his bones snapping back together jamming and splintering.
of his blood jetting threw weak veins.
his skin ripping and stretching to cover him.
He had even come to recognize the peculiar sensation of his cold dead body reanimating itself.
He shot up gasping for air, his whole body aches and he was shivering and pale, he looked up to see that fucking white mask staring back at him curiously. almost alike a cat seeing a mouse scramble under its paws for the first time.
"Dre-am"
He crooked, throat raw with non use.
"Tommy!"
He watched as dream bolted upright clapping like a toddler, when tommy kept glaring he dropped his expression.
"Tommmy~ as much as I would love to have funn~ i woke you up for a mission. So we best get to refreshing your skills yah?"
Ofc, dream only let him be alive when he needed a villian sidekick, the second tommy finished his mission he was killed, set aside to slumber in limbo, as if powered off, awaiting dreams needs.
If he did good, dream would try to make it quick. but the worse he did, the longer, and more cruel his deaths grew.
"Whats the mission sir?"
He asked wanting to get it over with, the sooner he trained, the sooner he could get out, tommy loved missions as it was tge only time he could go went outside.
"There's this vigilante brat thats fucking up my work. So you gonna go fix daddy's little problem okie?~"
Tommy nodded standing and following dream out of the small storage room
His storage room, because dream saw so little value in his corpse that he kept him in a box. It was in a way his bedroom.
They walked out to a small bathroom, dream setting some basic soaps aside and letting tommy shower, he evan took the courtesy of leaving the room! Privacy was rare nowadays.
After some rubbing the death out of his hair, and forcing the heat from the steaming shower into his veins. he stepped out, running a small black comb over his hair.
He looked up into the mirror, despite his rotting mental health he looked somewhat presentable. thats the pro of being revived, you dont have eyebags, or weak muscles.
He didn't evan have to brush his teeth, because they always seemed clean after a revival.
He tossed on the his villian uniform, it was just basic combat boots, baggy pants ts with thicc pockets. A long-sleeved tight sweater, and a small cropped denim jacket.
Everything was black because he isn't aloud a personality or style because it's harder to see at night.
He left the bathroom to see sapnap in the training room, sap looked almost uneased, he had always been suspicios of how pale tommy was. And how he only saw him right before missions.
but he had never said anything, because dream was his freind, and I was already a older teen now. He didn't do anything when you were 8 either.
Tommy stepped up to train, tossing his jacket aside. He put his hands up when sapnap heated up his palms.
Sapnaps power was lava. He could heat up air so hot that every bit of dust, or rock particals got melted together to make a mix of lava and fire.
The problem was that if it touched somthing it stuck to it.
Tommy had learned just how bad this hurt when he was 9, it was the first time he trained against sapnaps power instead of just his fists, and it had coated his entire arm.
He heard sapnap clear his throat and lunge forward throwing a hot punch for tommys ear, but he ducked and threw a upper punch at saps jaw, direct hit.
He darted back as sapnap exclaimed tossing a ball of fire right for tommy but he span left dashing behind sapnap and attempting to kick his knee.
This was met with sapnap grabbing his leg and yanking him up. He turned body slamming tommy across the mat. And effectively knocking air out of his lungs.
He turned just in time to see a big red wall hit him square in the face, he let out a restrained scream. Whimpering as he clawed to pull it off.
He imeadiently felt dread kick in, hes not supposed to show if hes hurt! Its a weakness and hes certainly in trouble now. But one thing he didn't expect is to feel sapnap cursing and pulling hot tar off tommys face.
He blinked catching his breath, to see a shocked an worried sapnap staring back
"Nightmare are you ok? I didn't mean to coat your face man, I was aiming for your back" sapnap was brushing himself off and pulling out his communicator to signal dream.
Tommy hesitated eyes lingering on the small device. Forgetting sapnaps question in its entirety. Fuck dream was gonna be mad.
Sapnap seamed to notice because he froze. Silently closing the communicator.
"Whatever just try harder next time we train together okay? Your gonna cut my training time short so you can go treat that, Fucker."
Tommy nodded jumping up and practicly running out of the room, tommy mightve lacked alot of things mentely, but survival instincts wasn't one of them. Especially when hes constantly high on adrenaline, and afraid for his life.
As tommy left he saw a small file dream left on his jacket, it had details on the vigilante tommy had to take care of.
Chorus
Power: teleportation
Build: talllanky
Symboll: crown
He's been patrolling through our territory,
I expect you to fix this, by removing him,
or making him patrolling elsewhere.
How you do this is none of my concern.
You have one month