"Tommy?"
"..Wake up."
Tommy gasped for air, eyes widening as he returned from a pitch black void.
His vision was cluttered with black and blood, and it was extremely blurry.
He could hear cackling in the distance.
No.
It was close by.
"How was Limbo, Tommy?" A familiar voice rang through his head.
Dream.
Tommy was still panting, his lungs greedily grasping for air.
"Hello?" Dream beckoned.
"Are you ok?"
No.
Dream wouldn't care.
Why would he care now?
He fucking killed him.
"Hello?" Tommy whispered, once he finally regained his breath.
A smile cracked into Dream's lips.
"You're awake now." He grinned.
Tommy looked around, scanning the area only to look back at Dream.
"How was Limbo?" Dream repeated.
Tommy paused for a minute.
"It was dark." He began.
"It was a void - nothing around me. I couldn't see shit."
Dream hummed, opening a chest only to grab a book then writing something down.
"I could hear Wilbur and Schlatt. I could hear them. I could fucking hear them." Tommy muttered.
Dream's head perked up from the book.
"What did you say?" He tilted his head.
Tommy froze, looking into Dream's eyes.
He didn't answer.
"I said, what did you say, Tommy." He snarled.
Tommy stammered.
"What did you hear, Tommy?" Dream's voice demanded.
"I- I heard- no, why do you want to know?"
Dream blinked slowly, his eyes narrow.
"Repeat what you said, Tommy. I couldn't hear clearly."
Tommy gritted his teeth.
"I'm not telling you."
Dream hummed, placing his quill in the book, only to close it shut and place it atop the chest.
"Then, could you tell something to Schlatt for me?" He requested, walking towards Tommy.
Tommy widened his eyes.
"No, no, Dream, I'll tell you, I'll-"
"Tell him I said hello."
whack
Dream hit Tommy's head against the wall, yet again.
It was fine.
The revival book worked.
He could be easily brought back again.
He walked back to his book, reopening it.
Above the notes he had written, he wrote something in intricate writing.
Revival one.
Under, he written the same thing, but the number changed to 'two'.
This wasn't meant to happen.
But Sam wasn't coming.
He might aswell continue having fun, experimenting his theories using his victim.
It was all perfect.
As if it was a message to continue his work.
A cackle broke through his mouth.
꧁꧂
Tommy opened his eyes to see the void yet again.
"Back so soon?" Someone announced.
"How could you fucking die that fast after being revived." Schlatt said.
Tommy fell to the ground, on his knees.
"He's going to revive me again." He whispered, voice cracking.
He would rather stay here than be revived, only to be murdered endlessly.
"Hello again." Someone else said.
Wilbur.
"Wil, I don't want to go back." He whimpered, curling into a ball as some blood escaped from his head, dropping endlessly into the abyss below.
Wilbur hummed.
"I wonder why he'd revive you, you know, just to kill you again."
Tommy tightened his grip on his knees.
Wilbur gasped, sick joy in his tone.
"You know what this means, Tommy? He's using you as a guinea pig!" He clapped his hands together softly.
This wasn't the Wilbur he knew.
He missed the Wilbur he loved, the Wilbur who cared.
"D-Dream wanted to say hello, Schlatt." Tommy sobbed, curling further.
Schlatt couldn't really care.
He simply continued drinking his liquor, endless like how Tommy's revivals would be.
A light entered the void.
"You're going back again." Wilbur hummed.
"You know, maybe being honest to Dream might save you from being killed again!" The voice giggled.
"See you soon, kid." Schlatt simply dismissed.
The light filled his vision, dimming as he returned to the familiar, cold obsidian walls.
"Now," Dream smiled, clasping his hands together, "What did they say?"
Tears ran down Tommy's face, rolling towards his chin.
"They called me a guinea pig." He choked between sobs.
Dream grinned, narrowing his eyes in pure glee.
Tormenting Tommy would be a piece of cake.
It's fun to watch, from his perspective.
"I don't want to go back." Tommy cried, his hands running through the sides of his head.
"You know, I forgot something." Dream hummed.
He was going to kill him again.
"Could you tell Wilbur if his thoughts on coming back?"
Tommy's eyes widened.
"Y-YOU CAN'T BRING HIM BACK! HE'S GONE MAD, DREAM, HE'S NOT THE WILBUR I KNOW!" Tommy defended, shrinking under the shadow of Dream.
He cackled once more, grabbing Tommy by the hair.
"Too bad. It's not your power or say to bring him back, anyways." He taunted, slamming his head against the obsidian once more.
Black and blood filled Tommy's vision once more, as he re-entered the isolation of his Limbo.