Ctommy having a nightmare about exile and ctubbo comforting him but also feeling awful cause he was the one who had made the decision to exile Ctommy
When Tommy woke up, he wasn't expecting to be covered in sand. Where was he?
It took him a moment to realize exactly where he was. Oh.
He felt incredibly confused, why was he here? Wasn't he at home earlier?
—You've been sleeping for a good while, what a pity that all of that was just a dream, right?—
That voice... Tommy turned around immediately.
—Have you forgotten? I'm your best friend, of course I'm going to be here—
Dream's mocking tone was sending the boy into hyperventilation. No way. He couldn't be back here. No.
—No, I was-... I was with Tubbo, at home, I spent so long away from this place.—
—Oh so you really think that you could escape?—
His eyes were dwelling up with tears. Had all his freedom really only been a dream? No, it couldn't be.
—Don't cry, Tom, you'll always have me, even if Tubbo blatantly betrayed you and stabbed you in the back, I'm your best friend! You are never alone, Tommy—
Tommy was horrified, so much so that his chest started to hurt and felt sick to his stomach.
Abruptly, he woke up. A scream coming out of his own throat breaking the calm silence in the room. He had barely a couple of seconds to turn to the side before he was already throwing up on the floor.
It was a nightmare. Right? It had all just been a cruel nightmare... Can't Dream just leave him alone once and for all?
His chest still hurt, and he felt dizzy all over. He couldn't help but break down sobbing.
Suddenly, the lights in his room turned on, Tubbo walking in, worried.
—Tommy-? Tommy! What happened? I heard a scream and- did you throw up? Oh my god, wait, I'll go clean that.—
The blond didn't even register anything of what Tubbo said. He simply kept crying and shaking on his bed. A couple of minutes later, the vomit poodle was gone, cleaned off by Tubbo, who was sitting on Tommy's bed, trying his best at comforting him.
—Shh... Shh... Everything is going to be alright... What happened?—
Tubbo asked, his voice as gentle as he could make it, softly caressing Tommy's head.
Tommy had clung to Tubbo, hugging him tightly as little by little his sobbing faded out.
—I... It was a nightmare—
Tommy's shaky voice made the brunet hug him tighter, wanting to comfort his best friend with all his might.
—I was back in Logstedshire, exile... Dream was there...—
It's all the explanation the younger could muster. Those words hit Tubbo like a bucket of ice cold water falling down on him.
Exile was all his fault. Completely his fault. He had basically stabbed Tommy in the back.
Tubbo felt like throwing up. To this day he could not forgive himself for such a thing, probably never will.
He felt horrible, hiding his face on Tommy's shoulder.
—It's okay... You're okay... Your exile ended long ago... You're with me now—
Whispered Tubbo reassuringly, maybe for the both of them.
Not too long after, both of them fell back asleep, still clinging tighter onto each other.
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