Event: Whumptober, Day 16

Prompt: Forced to Beg | Hallucinations | Shoot the Hostage

Whumpee/Whumper of Choice: Tommy, Wilbur, Tubbo, Schlatt, Dream, Purpled

Extra Notes: This was written PRIOR to the events of the Manberg Festival. A different drabble will be written the day of to sustain the fans. 

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"Tommy...~" The hand on his shoulder was cold, almost ghostly. TNT dangled in front of him, Tommy shivered. The small spark of flames only made him chillier. 

"Wilbur, let me go." His grip got tighter, light laughter blowing into his ear.

"I want you to watch Manberg fall Toms, it'll be fun!"

"Don't fucking call me that." Wilbur rested his chin on Tommy's head, digging it in when his brother started to struggle.

"Take the lighter Tommy, help me blow it up! Once you do this, the family will finally be reunited. Me and you and Techno and Phil don't you want that?"

"I DON'T WANNA KILL ALL MY FRIENDS EITHER YOU'RE A MANIAC... and I know you're better than this." Wilbur sighed.

"Well I can't force you." The fire hit the string of explosives making it begin to hiss. "You really are a disappointment huh Tommy, Tommy, Tommy-"

"TOMMY!" Tommy looked up. Wilbur wasn't anywhere to be seen, only Tubbo and his sorrowful gaze. He realized he was rocking back and forth, knees curled to his chest. "Tommy you zoned out, are you ok?"

"...Wil-"

"Wilbur's dead. He can't hurt you anymore. Can you try to slow your breathing?" His friend's breath deliberately slowed and he followed along.

"...Tubbo when's this gonna stop?"

"When what's going to stop?"

"These ghosts... they keep haunting me. I don't see his face but I hear his voice and see the destruction. I thought it was gonna be over when he died..."

"Tommy... the wounds are still fresh, I promise things will get better." Leaning on his friend's shoulder, he took in a big gulp of oxygen.

Why couldn't he just be normal?

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