Event: Whumptober, Day 18

Prompt: Panic Attacks | Phobia | Paranoia

Characters: Tommy, Wilbur, Techno, Tubbo, Schlatt

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"WILBUR! WILBUR HELP ME!" Wilbur broke out laughing at the sight. Tommy had trapped himself in a bunch of pistons and he found it absolutely hilarious. Breaking out into one of the best belly laughs he has had in weeks, his younger brother's voice seemed very distant. "Wilbur please I actually need your help Wilbur please-" The brunette looked over him. Perhaps he was looking for the least painful way to pull him out. Instead, he got a bunch of cobblestone bricks and blocked him out. Air barely traveled in the room and the boy needed so much air as his breaths were large and wild. "Guys I have extreme claustrophobia please let me out let me out!" The rock had muffled Tommy's words, however, so Wil couldn't hear the hyperventilating across the way.  "I can see you guys let me out!" 

"Wait hold on guys I got an idea!" Tubbo could help him! Tubbo was his friend, he could trust him. Tommy instantly felt so much better until water was poured on him, the top bit of his face now covered in it. Swallowing as much of the liquid as he could, he could now actually take in oxygen but from his weird angle, it all went down the wrong way and pained chokes echoed in the cave. "Now he can't breathe~" Wilbur and Techno laughed, guiding Tubbo out. Why were they laughing? All Tommy could hear was their sickening laughter bouncing off the walls and his own pleas. Drowning in his own tears, he went for the easiest distraction from the wool and Redstone seeming to close in on him; pain. But the nails in his wrists barely did a thing, the pistons ever so surely crushing down on his bones hurt so much more, and in his position, he couldn't move to inflict any more pain upon himself. There wasn't much Tommy could do to calm himself. When they realized they could beat him with little backlash from the boy, they jumped on it right away. At that point he was a broken record, muttering quiet begs under his breath as he senses his surroundings going dark.

Did his own fucking brothers not even care? They were off to have dinner with Phil, who told them to leave him there. So Tommy decided to give in to the blackness. Maybe the pistons would finally impale his lungs. Seems no one would care if that happened.

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"So this is Pogtopia huh? What a shithole." Going down a spiral staircase, an elusive emperor smiled. With their base cords, he would certainly have the upper hand. Schlatt had big plans. Searching through their home, his eye was out for any rare resources. Glistening diamonds at the bottom of a chest caught his attention. Stowing them away, the president's ears prickled at a faraway sound. Was someone in the walls... coughing? Searching until he could hear it clearly, he picked away at the stone until he did in fact find someone. "Tommy? The hell you doing in there?" The boy was unconscious. Schlatt's left brain quickly analyzed his position. The pistons were pushing inwards on his lower shoulder blade. This could maybe cause some joint damage. There was appeared to be blood around his face. Slowly pulling the pistons up, he only dragged him out when he knew he couldn't get hurt any extra. "Come on Tommy up and at em..." Poking at his face, his eyes blinked a bit. He tensed moments later.

"Wil...?"

"No, it's Schlatt..." The blond didn't tense up further, rather relaxing at the notion. "Jesus you got beat up... I'll call Wil and Techno to come to heal you." His heart rate spiked, rapidly shaking his head 'no.' 

"Pl-please do-don't..."  Confused, Schlatt nodded.

"Alright alright, I won't. Would you rather me take you to Manberg?" Tommy didn't answer, rather moving closer to Schlatt which he took as a 'yes'. Being gentle with his back, he began the trek back to his nation as Tommy promptly passed out. All Schlatt could wonder is who in the hell did this to him. Calling Tubbo, he let the boy know to prepare the medics. He wasn't letting whoever hurt him get away with this that easily...

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