Intergalactic Abductees: Tommy (2)
Tommy (1) Here Tubbo (1) Here Tubbo (2) Here
(You can read Tommy or Tubbo in either order)
Word Count: 1,283
TW's: Unintentional Fearplay, Violence, Injury, Mentions of Abduction, Mentions Of Past Abuse, Fear of Death, Profanity
Characters: C!Tommy, C!Dream, C!Sapnap, C!George, C!Badboyhalo, C!Tubbo (mentioned)
Summary: Tommy may be in a very tricky position placed in the care of giant aliens but at least one of them looks like a cat.
A few stray tears slipped from Tommy's eyes as he gawked up at the alien gazing back at him.
"What....?" the newcomer asked, pointing a sharpened claw at Tommy.
Claws. Fangs. Everything about this thing screamed predator. And yet it looked so...fluffy. The conversing pair towering over him took notice of the abrupt shift in mood but did nothing in fear of spoiling the temporary state of tranquility.
"...likes..." the faceless creature said, keeping its voice as soft as possible. It gestured flippantly at the feline creature.
Slitted pupils found Tommy once again. This time, the alien regarded him with a thinly veiled grimace. The jingle of its bracelets only served to plunge Tommy even further into whatever bizarre trance this thing had him under. He followed every movement of the silvery jewelry as it moved its hand in tandem with its alluring voice.
Its tail swept against the floor, kicking up little specks of dust in its wake. After what seemed like some encouragement from the others, the brunette took a few wary steps towards the tiny being on the table. It crouched down in front of Tommy, evaluating him with cautious eyes.
"Prime," he breathed. Though this looked like a grown-ass person, Tommy couldn't help the pet voice he put on when he talked to it. "You're just a fluffy little guy, aren't you?"
At least one of those must have been a word that carried over between languages given how the two extraterrestrials broke out into fits of laughter above him. A cool toned hue flushed the feline's cheeks. Its ears flattened on either side of its head as it snapped at the inconsolable pair.
It wasn't until that moment that Tommy even remembered they were still there. The black haired alien pressed a hand to his mouth in a futile attempt to muffle his laughter. The other didn't even try to hide it, freely wheezing as he braced his hands on his knees for extra support.
As the brunette stormed off, Tommy had to wonder if maybe the phrase didn't mean the same thing in both languages after all. For all he knew, he'd just called one of the coolest creatures in the entire universe a pussy or something.
By the time the pair had caught their breaths, the luminous creature was propped up against the wall for support as the one with the reflective face had doubled over and collapsed, hands braced against the floor.
"Should...Bad?" the glowing creature gasped between the aftershocks of his laughter. It took his comrade far too long to answer.
"...think Bad...know...?" the faceless one asked.
"...way...out."
The faceless one didn't seem to want to leave but begrudgingly strode out of the room under the apparent insistence of the other. Tommy staggered backwards as the broad alien claimed a seat at the very table he was standing on.
It babbled a slew of complete nonsense, staring at Tommy expectantly with a wild look in its eyes.
"Uh...what?" the blonde asked.
The creature deflated. It pressed a hand it its chest.
"Sapnap."
Tommy was almost willing to write it off as more gibberish until the creature repeated the same word.
"Sapnap."
It turned a hand to Tommy in a sweeping gesture.
"Oh. Tommy?" the boy tried, mimicking the motion.
"Tommy?" the alien repeated with the same questioning inflection. "Sapnap. Tommy?"
The boy scoffed. Close enough. Sapnap let out an odd warble, tilting his head as he squinted at Tommy.
"Small."
Right. Of course these were the words Tommy could understand. Only the ones where he was being demeaned.
"I'm not small, bitch! You're just fucking huge!" Tommy hollered. The being continued to grin like an idiot. Right, so it didn't really understand a word he was saying. Tommy could work with that. "You know, most people don't really like bitches but you know what nobody likes? Big bitches."
Sapnap giggled.
"Yeah, laugh it up while you still can. As soon as I get my hands on a gun my size or-or a knife or something, you know who'll be laughing? Me. Not you. Because I'll still have my kidneys intact and you won't."
Tommy slashed an invisible blade through the air in front of him. Either the creature didn't get a word of that or didn't have enough braincells to put together that Tommy was threatening him. Or maybe he just really underestimated how much spite could be packed into such a tiny package. Especially considering that the tiny package in question had been tossed from spaceship to spaceship like a goddamn hot potato.
When Sapnap's glowing fingers reached for him, Tommy knew just what to do.
Sapnap gasped in surprise, yanking his finger free of Tommy's jaws. Was it a good idea to bite his giant alien captors? Probably not. Was Tommy going to stop doing it? Hell no.
He hissed like a rabid animal, baring tiny, flat teeth in warning. His eyes narrowed, daring the baffled alien to fuck around and find out.
Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.
The very ground shook with each heavy footfall from down the hall. Tommy's heart plummeted into his stomach. The shadow sliding across the wall alone was enough to drain all the fight from his body. There was something sickeningly familiar in those steps.
Sapnap stood to greet the horrible creature as it slinked through the doorway. Wholly obsidian eyes locked on him in an instant. His very lungs froze in his chest, throat constricting in on itself. He was petrified. His memory of demonic monsters of the past formed a noose around his neck. The sight of one in the present pulled the rope tight.
It tilted its head, clicking an odd rhythm like something straight out of one of the horror movies he used to make fun of Tubbo for being so scared of.
This thing was big. Bigger than the others. He didn't even know that was possible. Rows of sharp fangs poked out from between its parted lips as it spoke its unnerving language to the other creature in the room. Try as he might to pry his mind back into reality, he was unable to scrub the image of being ground into paste by those very teeth from his brain.
He tried to form even a half-hearted threat to throw at the thing but he couldn't. He couldn't make it go away. He couldn't make it stop walking towards. He couldn't stop it from reaching down to him with elongated, clawed fingers.
His every muscle locked up. With his feet cemented to the table, the only thing he could do was stand there and brace himself.
The pressure against his head was light, running from the top of his head to the very place that spike of pain had been driven into his head ever since he got himself free of the operating table. He flinched hard as the blunt of a nail grazed his temple.
"...chip...install...okay."
The voice was jarringly different from what he would have expected from such a monstrous cryptid. Its skin was cold against his. Like a doctor's.
He only dared to open his eyes when he felt the touch move down to his cheek. Tears he didn't know he'd made were swiped away by a careful thumb. The alien was...shorter. Even as it sat on its knees, it still towered over him but at least he didn't have to crane his neck so far to look up at it.
A soft smile spread graced its sharp and hellish features. It let out a high-pitched coo.
"Baby," it stated confidently. He was snapped back into reality as it tapped his nose with its pinky finger.
Tommy gawked.
"...p-pardon?"
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Finals are kicking my ass. I wrote an essay on wrongful convictions based on witness misidentification with a powerpoint presentation on a related case, an essay on the experiences of LGBTQ+ individuals in prison, a manuscript of two short stories (one was about a cat on a subway and the other was about a lawyer haunted by the souls of the people murdered by his clients) with a detailed explanation of my focuses on literary devices, an essay on Spanish sports, a case briefing on Missouri v. McNeely, and I've done 2/7 final exams.
As someone about to graduate with an associate's degree, my advice for freshmen is: Drop Out <3
Anyways, what I'm trying to say is sorry if this piece seemed kinda rushed.