Event: Whumptober, Day 22

Prompt: Poisoned | Drugged | Withdrawl

Whumpee/Whumper of Choice: Tommy, Schlatt, Wilbur, Techno, DreamSMP members

Extra Notes: I'm going to be stopping Whumptober to focus on my NaNoWriMo project and getting one more full length oneshot out before my dedication goes solely to that. Hopefully, you guys don't mind (: (The NaNoWriMo project uses original characters but it's going to be a commentary on internet fame and fan culture so I think fans of the McYT stuff will enjoy it. It will be up through the month of December for feedback under the name "Something Horrible Happened to Quinn Tucker" for people that are interested :D Make sure to join my Discord server for sneak peeks of chapters.)

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"TECHNO TECHNO HELP WILBUR LOST HIS FUCKING SHIT!" The boy running on pure adrenaline made a dive for his older brother's arms. 

"Hey slow your breathing, ok?" Techno held Tommy close, rubbing his neck and moving his hair to the right as his eyes darted.

"He tr-tried to dr-drug me!"

"I know, it's going to be ok." Tommy's stomach began to twist, however. He was way too empathetic for the norm. 

"RUN, HE'S COMING! ...Techno? Techno we gotta run let me go!" But he wasn't. The grip got tighter.

"You know... I love you so much. You're really funny and smart... God, you're so smart."

"DON'T FLATTER ME JUST LET ME RUN!" Tears filled Tommy's eyes as he struggled.

"We love you, that's why we're not letting you get yourself hurt." A needle was inserted into his neck. He screamed and kicked at Techno's feet, finally free. Under his breath he whispered;

"Just get to Manberg, Just get to Manberg..." He kept ahead of the two traitors for a while but just as the unwalled city came into view, his vision blurred. His screams slowly fell to silence as he stumbled back to the ground. 

"Aw Techno! I think we should have Tommy be drugged more often, look at how adorable he is!" With no strength to stop his brother's behavior, the best he could do was give them a disdainful look until that couldn't even stay stable. Muttering sweet nothings, the fingers in his hair was a double-edged sword. He would love for the pair to offer more physical affection under normal circumstances. But now it burned with an acid lace-making his stomach turn. Or maybe that was just the drugs. "You've been through enough Toms, get some rest for me won't you?"

The lights turned off.

And all a sudden Tommy knew nothing but darkness...

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