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Tommy lets out pained groans as he crawls through the forest, clothes drenched in god knows. His mind only screamed to live- to survive, yet his body seemed to caress him as if he had just woken up on a luxurious bed.
"Theo" he hears a voice, young but menacing. Who could that be? He wonders. With the little strength his body provided, he looks up. Dulled blues are met with uncaring hazel hues and all the desperation to live is sucked out of his brain as he latched onto the man's frame.
"Hen- henry- ple-" a terrible cough makes him stutter his words "fu- fuck- HEnry, please, please kill- kill me" he begs, blood had unknowingly dripped down his nose as every bit of strength is sent to his arms. Limbs are scratching and gripping leather pants as if he were climbing a mountain.
"What happened?" He kneels down, eyes still uncaring and showing little to no positive nor negative emotion.
"Kill me.. please"
Henry, the hazel-eyed boy, seemed to get a message from the 3 spoken words. He rises from his kneeling position, gently placing the blonde to the ground. A hand grips a sword and a breath leaves Tommy's lips.
He'll be free.
He'll finally be f-
"Cut!"
Tommy's once closed lids are shot open, startling the brunette, aka the hazel boy, and causing him to stutter a step back. Meanwhile, Tommy brings his knees closer to his chest and rose his feet in the air along with his lower back. Somehow, he finds himself in a standing position, arms out like he was forming a T, not long after just by throwing his legs out and bringing his upper body with them.
Did that make sense? Probably not, but whatever.
He dusts off what he could while muttering curses. Tommy was doing so great! He was pretty sure his acting was top-notch at that take and Aaron, who was the guy playing "Henry", finally looked like he couldn't give a shit! Which, sure, may seem like nothing special but the guy was the most emotional of the club so it was a good sign he could act.. nothing.? Act like nothing- whatever! Point is, Aaron was having a good acting moment.
Leaves crack against his feet as he walks up to the source of the loud scream.
"We're doing so good, man. The shit happened?" Tommy raised his hands in a "well? Explain." Gesture. Lips formed on a thin line.
Katherine, their director for this project and leader of the Theater Club, gives him a whack of a rolled copy of their script. She had one hand to her hip with one of those plastic megaphone looking things hanging on one of her fingers.
Tommy and Katherine had a love and hate relationship. They've had moments where they act like they've been friends for years, giggling about a cool movie that was showing in one of those old but nice theaters. Sometimes they act like two ex-lovers that work in some dangerous shit and are secretly plotting the other's demise.
Or perhaps it was because he embarrassed the girl in front of the whole school. To be fair, he also got embarrassed, which meant he understood why the "love"(/p) part existed. But the hate? He was still confuse as to why she held the grudge for 2 years.
Will he tell you the embarrassing moment? No, fuck you.
She rolls her eyes when Tommy barely even flinched at her small assault "It's your fault we had to cut, dumbass" she says. Which, is rude. And how? All he did was literally grovel on the ground like a dying fish.
Confusion pours onto his features, the "so? Explain" look he had shifted into a look with creased eyebrows and an awkward smile thing. Kath lets out a sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose as she raises her script and points at something behind Tommy. Or she was making him look so she could slap him with the script, she's done it before.
He takes his chances and turns- ohhh.
You piece of shit, Dream.
Goddamit, Tommy cursed to himself at the distant site of the green hooded man with the black surgical mask. He's pretty sure he explicitly told him to not go to where they were shooting. Sure, he could've told the man a lie on where he is but he'd not keen on lying to a fucking mafia guy- especially when the dude was built as fuck and has been in charge of interrogating people (Thank dream for that information).
"Tell Mr.Green to fuck, why don't ya?" Kath hits the back of his shoulder at each word she spoke, making Tommy snatch the paper away and throw it to one of the club members that would be considered as "Staff" before jogging towards Dream.
Despite the grumbling Tommy made along with the short distance, this was quite the common occurrence. Dream, a mafia dude that takes his money, was basically that one person you accidentally became friends with due to seeing each other too much. That and perhaps it was due to his secrets being connected to the man.
Once again, he will not tell you any secrets much like the embarrassing secret he mentions earlier.
Each passing second, Tommy's confusion grew. Dream wore his usual "Mafia outfit" aka the outfit he's wear when asking for debt money and then quickly leaving. It consisted of a green jacket, a shade that wasn't too bright nor too dark, black pants that had a belt with a gun holster as well brown boots- hold up, did that bitch just bring a gun in an isolated area with very few people?
Taking leaping steps, on the last few steps he raised his arms and practically jumps infront of the man who barely flinched, with his head down he asks "Dream, Big D-" a 'don't call me that' is muffled by mask in between his words. "-Big- Yeah yeah, why in the SHIT are you bothering me in a forest with little to no escape routes with a gun to your hip?"
Dream had the audacity to tilt his head to the side amd slightly down, green eyes meeting hysteric blue ones, as his shades dip down his nose. In one swift motion, Tommy is walking to to the area where their bags were with Dream's around hoisted around his shoulder.
"We gotta go, ASAP, I got a suprise for you" Dream said in a calm voice like he's one of those male leads telling the female lead to quiet as they hide in a corner (his mom watched those type of shows, ok?), only difference Dream sounded more like he was going to kill Tommy.
A small shove is sent to Dream's way, lips curled into a smile, Tommy ignores the dirty blonde to gather his things and tell the other club memebers he had to go. It goes well as expected; Kath smacked him again for leaving early while saying to stay safe, the actor memebers whined about him leaving while the staff memebers just waved and said to stay safe.
Tommy doesn't bother to tell Dream he's done grabbing his things, already making a bee line to where the man would usually park his car. A black and green 2019 Chevrolet Camaro ZL1 could be seen in the distance and Tommy skips towards the vehicle.
Picking out his trusty locket pick, he opens the car and is greeted with another familiar face.
"Go-"
"Call me that and you're saying bye to my lessons" a brunette with odd glasses mutters, it's black glass preventing Tommy to tell if the pale man had his aqua eyes closes. A dark blue blazer is draped over his body; acting as a blanket. While one leg was propped on the other, revealing his luxurious looking boots.
"George!"
- was basically his strategy teacher. The man, despite looking like a lazy but pretty boy CEO for decoration, was great in strategies and giving advice on how to act to certain situations. Sometimes, they'd be in a call, discussing a hypothetical scenario Tommy came up and George would come with an answer and vice versa. Other would be George smacking his back straight- a stern "stand straight, dumbass" muttered into the air for him to hear, which would soon be followed by fashion advice.
"How's mr. Meow meow-"
"TOMMY! GEORGE AND DREAM HAD S-"
A hand is slapped onto a black haired man with a bandana, panic, flustered and angry filled George's face while the other had one of joy and mischeif.
Suddenly, George shuddered and took away his hand and grimaced at the foreign liquid on it as Sapnap grins and snickers. The latter turns to Tommy and beckons him in the driver despite the knowledge the blonde had just picked the doors lock in turn meant he did not have the keys, yet Tommt stills happily obliges to the gesture.
While George taught him how to fake a reaction and twisting someone's tongue, metaphorically, Sapnap taught him how to take a step into a scene and leaving without a trace. The brunete would teach the blonde all kinds of tricks; how to pick any lock, pickpocket, stealthily steal something from someone's pocket and how to distract them. Those type of shit.
Ruffling his hair, making Tommy duck down and playfully swat his hand away, "So, did you get it?" Sapnap said in a tone Tommy damn well knew had a Cheshire grin paired with.
The other passenger, who was well acquainted with the duo's antics, looked up after pocketing the alcohol he was using. Behind those dark shades, menacing blues were directed at them. The mere aura it emitted screaming 'do whatever I think you're doing and I'll snap your necks' would've sent shivers down Tommy's spine if not for yhe fact the blonde was well used by the look.
The sound keys jingling and Tommy raises his hand revealing the source; 2 keys in those looped metal thingy-majig with little cat trinket.
Before Tommy could even plug the metal in, the door is forced open and Dream is found in all his glory.
Now, when it comes to George and Sapnap getting mad; Tommy barely gets worried in having a bullet in between his muscles. He was close to them, one to the point he knows when they weren't that angry (not like he's pissed them off to the point of murder is a valid option) thus meant he could chill in a sofa chair even as either individuals are seething at him.
But with Dream? He's seen the man angry.
One to the point a bullet had passed his muscles, his left (usually gloved) arm there to prove it. It had passed by his the curve between his pointer finger and thumb, for a week he was scared his thumb would fall off.
That was a year ago.
Add the fact the man had a mask, Tommy was usually safe in keeping the man in a neutral or positive state.
But, right now, with sweat beading down his face, Tommy was sure another scar would decorate his other ones.
A sigh leaves his lips, with an arm stretched out he speaks; "C'mon, get out, Prime knows what would happen if we let you drive in a high way again". Tommy happily obliges, passing the tiny thing onto the older's scarred hands before going on the shot gun seat via stretching his body to the seat rather than using the door/exiting out.
The engine pur, and Tommy thrills at the sound. He always liked Dream's car; the green 2019 Chevrolet Camaro ZL1 was clearly designed both in the outside and inside. While a normal one had it's original design with nothing flashy along with the inside, Dream had both added and removed things, he made some adjustments in the engine that he's not too car-natic to understand. He had the back seats disconnect from the car, making them foldable and removal so it could be lighter amd faster.
"So how was school?"
"Prime, you sound like a mom-"
"Makes sense, he did helped bury mine-"
George snorts and Sapnap lets out a wheeze. Dream only covers his already covered mouth with shaking shoulders.
The comment was true, Dream did help in "burying" his mother.
It was perhaps. . . five or six years ago?, his mother had an unknown illness, one in the sense they didn't know what it was since they never went to the doctors. Tommy could still remeber the way Dream had scooped his mother's 8 day rotting corpse, a barely living 11 year old following suit.
He remebers men he never got to formally meet dig a hole as Dream just stares at it. Unbothered as flies and such stick from his mother's corpse to Dream's body. Tommy had clutched a small hand on the end of his shirt, which barely inflicted a reaction to the adult.
When the 6 foot hole was done, Dream threw his mother's body. Tommy remebered crying and panicking. He was 11, he didn't as well did that his mother was dead, a part of him believed she was just resting and simply needed a doctor. He was determined to get her one after she started "sleeping" and his little brain thought the strange man was purposely making sure his mother would sleep forever.
He watched as liquid is poured before a match is lit and his mother's body is burning. Skin melting like ice, hair burning and clothes reducing to ashes.
He remeber Dream giving him a half hug after turning him away from an image that would burn into his brain til the end of time, much like the body.
The car ride went on like any car ride he's been with Dream; quiet with the occasional conversation on his day or an update on the debt.
Blue eyes show confusion as the familiar road they took to his house is turned to a direction that he was pretty sure was in the wrecking yard was. A car cemetery but at the same time a free car parts shop.
Straightening his back, Tommy continues to state out the window "uh, Dream, you ain't going senile yet, right? Cause this is the road to the wrecking yard." He pointed out.
Green eyes merely glanced at his as he shifts the car to neutral. At this point, they were in a clearing of the yard. A wall of wrecked cars surrounding them and for a minute Tommy was scared he just might get shanked tonight.
It was also dark, so Tommy could barely tell what the outside looked like without the light source Dream's car provided.
Ok, this is not weird or creepy at all. Tommy assured himself as all the locks of the car collectively click, with no word or signal everyone leaves. Should he stay? Oh Prime, if they were dropping a car on top of him or something-
"Toms! C'mon out, I said I got a suprise, didn't I?" Dream yells outside. He waves and turns and walks forward. Tommy wasn't even able to speak his worries, as he panics about being left behind. He scrambles to un-buckle his seat belt and opens the car door in the process, making him land on the sand floor.
Like a baby deer, he struggles to get up. And when he does, he jogs and nearly trips to Dream.
He didn't like the wrecking yard. Ever since Sapnap brought him there to test breaking in car's as a beginner, he'd gained an irrational fear of a car dropping on top of him. It never happened but it was called an irrational fear for a reason.
The short walk consisted of Sapnap mimicking creaking metal noises and George teasing him by actually hitting a near by car. Tommy would retaliate with a soft punch, the fear was still there but it slowly dispersed as he continued his talk about his shitty history teacher and her awful teaching method.
"Wait, we had a president? I thought we had a king back then"
"I don't know anymore Sapnap, blame Mr. Harold, he's shit at teaching"
Sapnap snorts "heh, I remember having to beat tbe guy for owing us"
Jaw dropped, Tommy exclaims "No fucking w-"
"Sapnap that is confidential information"
"We're the mafia not the FBI-"
Somehow it spiralled into the two rough housing. Sapnap and George, that is, Tommy was just a bystander.
Tommy began walking backwards as the two "faught" (he wasn't entirely sure if it was like a fake fight or a real one) he bumps into Dream, nearly making Tommy fall back as he tried to move to the side.
Luckily, Dream catches him by the collar of his shirt and lifts him up.
Dusting himself off he asked "So, why we here, big man?"
Dream faces Tommy and behind his mask, he could tell he was grinning. If not for the stars in the adult's eyes then for the way his body screamed "Me have good suprise" like a toddler surprising his mother. Tossing a shoulder onto the blonde he lead Tommy in a dark corner, the reflection of something shining behind the blanket of nothing.
Dream places his hand on.. top of it? Something. The more he looked the clearer it was hidden by a some sort of blanket too. The fabric or material used looked those car raincoats and Tommy's confusion grew more.
Sapnap and George grunts are ignored and he looks up "So.. what?"
And then lights are shined onto it and before Dream even removed the blanket item, Tommy knew what it was.
A car.
And not just any car.
It was mother fucking 2020 C8 Corvette.
Also known as his dream car.
"Happy early birthday!" Dream said while patting his back. A flick of something and the whole area is shined by fair lights.
His birthday may be soon, but soon in the sense, that it was near in about 4-5 months.
Walking up to the car, he felt like he was walking the staircase to heaven. Unreal yet the beauty and happiness in his heart swelled at the sight. This is real , he assures himself.
Prime above, he knew Dream had some favorability with him but not by this much. He checks the car as Dream sets something up, Sapnap and George's fight had ended as they too assist their group leader
The looked exactly how he wanted it to look; on the outside, a matte black base with dark red highlights near the wheels, front bumper, and rear bumper. There was a GPS screen and cup holders that, while obviously weren't originally from the car, perfectly matched the car's aesthetic.
"Wh- I- Huh??" He rambled inaudible words. Tommy walked away while brushing his hair away, the excitement gone now filled with joyous disbelief. It was everything he explained he wanted with a car.
It was normal for Dream to gift him things; small kitchen appliances, repairing his phone for free and such but it was never this big or extravagant. The most expensive thing he got was a laptop with more space since his old one was caught on fire after overheating.
Dream leaves from setting up a projector screen, "This is yours." He simply says while tossing a key.
He caught the key with ease, and it finally sinks in this was his.
The car.
"What for though?"
Suddenly, Sapnap throws his arm around his shoulder from nowhere causing the blonde to nearly topple down. The two laughs as the man noogies his hair.
"It's for the race!"
"Race?"
Dream pulls out a picture as Sapnap released his hold. When Tommy grabbed it he immeadiately knew what it was.
It was him with the same design as the car, a dark base with red highlights. He was stepping out of a car, the one he'd previously used for past drag races-
Oh. Dream knew.
"I'm not mad, but if you told me I could've helped you"
Tommy shrugs. It was just a side gig, really. He was picky in participating one as he didn't want to be invovled in more illegal things than drag racing already was. For example: if it's in broad daylight then it's a big no, too big a chance to be caught. If it's in a route to a busy road then no, he isn't interested in slamming his head with no safety pillow or whatever they called the thing that pops out was.
Dream pats his head and he gives Tommy another piece of paper to Tommy.
"And If I'd know I would've done this already"
And oh, oh stars and Prime's love.
It was a bloody pass to The Pit.