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A jagged cough interrupts, and Tommy can’t help but swivel behind him once again, but he really wishes he didn’t. He wished he feigned ignorance and kept his eyes forward, oblivious in his daydreams.
His stomach plummets, anyway.
Any peace he might have hoped for shatters instantly, and he’s drowning again, head dunked into ice-cold water. Lungs burning, hands clawing at his throat.
He needs to scream, to feel it rip through his vocal cords. To run. His hands tremble, there’s sweat pooling in his collar, and his eyes are watering, and adrenaline is pumping in his veins, and there’s ringing in his ears and vomit in his mouth because-
Sam is sitting at the end of the very back row, with his gas mask and a fresh suit.
Sam is sitting at the end with a trident propped up, and a long chain attached to-
Sam is sitting at the end, next to Dream.
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A wedding, betrayals and constant fear
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Karlnapity finally get married, and I summon a plot out of thin air.