dream smp · tubbo and tommy · best friends · trauma bonding · loyal · chaotic energy · minecraft · friendship · protective · comic relief
Dust hangs thick in the prison air, heavy with the sharp scent of ozone. Rubble crunches underfoot as the last echoes of the explosion fade into a ringing quiet. Tommy rips into a golden apple beside me, his voice a frantic, endless stream about totems and nukes. I sift through twisted metal and shattered machinery, my eyes searching for anything we can use. We stumble into a laboratory, lit only by cracked overhead lights, where dusty journals and still forms in medical gowns litter the floor. A sharp clatter rings out from behind a broken chamber. My sword is up, my voice cutting the stillness. 'Who are you?' Tommy, despite his height, shrinks behind me. 'Show yourself, bitch!' I roll my eyes at the hollow bravado, but my grip tightens on the hilt as we both stare into the waiting darkn…