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{A/N: Wassup guys! Kyara here! I wanna apologize for my unexpected hiatus from writing! I got hit by a HUGE bit of Writer’s Block and I’ve only recently been inspired to write again! So, don’t worry! What’s Fusion will be coming back soon! In the meantime, I do hope that these other ideas I’ve cooked up for ya will keep you satisfied until I can get ideas for What’s Fusion again! I know there’s thousands of other Villain!TommyInnit stories out there, but I wanna put my own spin on it! So I do hope you enjoy this fic!}
TW FOR MENTIONS OF CHARACTER DEATH, PHYSICAL, MENTAL, AND EMOTIONAL ABUSE, AND SUICIDAL THOUGHTS!!!
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TommyInnit had come to expect a lot of bad shit to happen to him from his time on this fucked up server.
It all initially started with the fight for L’Manberg’s independence. His brother and friends fighting alongside him to have their nation be a separate part from the SMP. An idea and a nation initially started by himself, his brother Wilbur, and his best friend Tubbo. Watching their home be destroyed for the first time by Sapnap. Being betrayed by Eret and having his very first canon life taken away from him at that obviously one-sided duel with Dream. Eventually winning the war for independence and screaming at Dream to ‘SUCK IT, GREEN BOY!!!’.
Then, there was the election. Schlatt winning by combining his votes with Quackity’s and revoking his and Wilbur’s L’Manberg citizenship, despite being two of it’s original founders. Running off to Pogtopia and building a rebellion with Wilbur and Techno. He was always worried about Wilbur during that period of time. The Brit had lost himself to madness, his honey brown eyes now a deep shade of maddened crimson as he started spouting nonsense about blowing up L’Manberg. Tommy had brushed that aside and chalked it up to Wilbur losing his mind from the shock of losing L’Manberg to Schlatt. He knew Wilbur would never want to actually blow up their home.
Then, the festival. Watching Tubbo decorate their homes for a festival that was just a disguise for executing the young boy. Tommy saw the hesitation and deep regret on Techno’s face as he unwillingly let a firework fly into Tubbo’s face, exploding and killing him on impact. Wilbur had watched the whole display with a crazed smile on his face. He had stopped Tommy from letting an arrow fly to save Tubbo. That is an event that still haunts the blond, despite everything: his best friend, in a cage, screaming for mercy from a drunken President that didn’t give a shit about the teen he had claimed was ‘like a son’ to him. Hearing the screams of lives lost as Technoblade had gone mad from killing Tubbo, the half piglin wanting to see more blood shed with eyes as maddened as Wilbur’s.
Reclaiming their nation from Schlatt, only to have the bastard die to a fucking heart attack, his only canon life. Standing in the crowd, cheering for Tubbo as he took his place as the new President, just as Wilbur wanted. Only for Techno to turn around and betray them, letting fireworks fly and releasing a pair of Withers onto the reclaimed L’Manberg. No one had noticed when Wilbur left. No one fully noticed he had left the presidential ceremony until Phil joined the server to stop the maddened Brit from destroying everything he worked for. Then the blond teen heard the hiss of ignited TNT. And he knew Wilbur had done it. He’d gone through with the idea that Tommy had simply brushed aside and hadn’t considered Wilbur would actually do. A scream ripped from his throat as he watched L’Manberg get blown up for the second time, at the hands of one of its own founders. Said founder now insanely screaming that its ‘HIS L’MANBERG, PHIL! HIS UNFINISHED SYMPHONY FOREVER UNFINISHED!’.
He watched in stunned horror as Phil reluctantly took a sword that Wilbur had thrown to the ground, demanding Phil, his own father, kill his son. The words ‘YOU’RE MY SON!’ repeatedly left Phil’s lips with Wilbur’s increasing persistence on the older blond stabbing him before, with a frustrated scream, he drove the sword through the brunet. Silence now rang across the exploded remains of L’Manberg as everyone watched in horror. Tears streamed down Tommy’s face as a relieved look graced Wilbur’s, a sword cleanly stabbed through his chest as he shakily whispered something in his father’s ear before he lifelessly slumped against Phil, his body not disappearing to respawn as a sign of the man’s last canon life being taken away from him. A now damaged wing curled around the still warm corpse as Phil’s shoulders shook from his silent sobs, falling to his knees and mourning the loss of a son, feeling nothing but sorrow and guilt over being the one who took his life.
WilburSoot has left the game.
Time passed, and L’Manberg rebuilt under Tubbo’s benevolent presidency. But the one thing Tommy never expected and had never prepared himself for was the stab of betrayal from someone close to him. Betrayal from his best friend telling him he’s exiled from L’Manberg and that the blond is no longer welcome on that land, the land that he had fought tooth and nail with his friends and brother for. Dream had eagerly volunteered to keep an eye on Tommy and ensure he never returned to L’Manberg, Tubbo allowing it, which broke Tommy even more, tearing a fresh wound open in his heart at that large stab of betrayal. The same green bastard that had hurt both himself AND Tubbo, had manipulated Eret into betraying L’Manberg, and had stolen Tommy’s highly treasured and sought after disks time and time again, was now manipulating his best friend into letting the abuse continue, just away from his eyes, as if Tubbo didn’t want to see Tommy like that any longer and just left him to the proverbial wolves. As Dream led him away with a sickly sweet grin peeking from under his mask, Tommy felt something start to crumble and snap in his mind. Not quite broken yet... but something was definitely breaking that shouldn’t be broken.
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Another day, another explosion. All of Tommy’s progress, reset once more by Dream. His once bright blue, cheerful, and determined eyes were now a dull, deadened grayish-blue, his right eye now a milky white with an explosion scar running clean over his eye and a small portion of the right side of his face; an accident caused by an explosion Dream had caused to, once again, reset his progress. Tommy had been too close to the explosion that time... almost like he did it on purpose. He’d never tell anyone that he had purposely stood within the blast radius. That would make him seem weak in their eyes, or so he thought. When the message TommyInnit was blown up by Dream popped up on everyone’s communicators, followed immediately by TommyInnit left the game, the comms were abuzz with everyone actively online at the time screaming at Dream.
Tubbo_: DREAM WTF?! YOU FUCKIGN KILLED TOMMY?!
Ranboo: ayo dream, what the heck happened?
Technoblade: hah. L. canon
Quackity: ayo wtf? why’s tommy dead?
Tubbo_: SHUT T EH FUKC UP, TECHNO!!! THAT WAS HIS LST CANON LIFE ASSHOL E!!! YOU WRR SUPPOSED TO KEE P TOMMY ALIVE! AN D SFAE!!
Dream: i can fix this, tubbo. just gimme a minute
A few minutes after Dream had sent that, TommyInnit joined the game was sent to the whole server. And, once again, the comms were abuzz with people frantically messaging Tommy.
Tubbo_: OH MY FUCKIGN GOD, TOMMY YOU’RE OK!!!
TommyInnit: ...
Ranboo: are you ok, tommy?
TommyInnit: ... i’m fine
Dream: he’s fine. leave the boy alone.
With that message sent, Dream had looked at Tommy, a sick, twisted grin on his face as the now revived Tommy’s hollow eyes stared up at Dream’s ever smiling mask, a white streak sitting in Tommy’s hair as a symbol of the revival that just happened. “We’re gonna keep this our little secret, right Tommy?” The older blond asked while raising a fist threateningly, a satisfied smirk peeking from under that damned porcelain mask as Tommy flinched from the movement.
“... yes Dream...” That thing Tommy had felt starting to snap in his mind snapped some more, almost broken completely. Dream should really stop if he knows what’s good for him, but we all know he won’t.
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Tommy felt the wind blowing past him, looking down at the ground far below him, the soft looking grass below beckoning him, almost begging him to leap into its comforting embrace. He could practically feel Lady Death calling him into Her warm embrace. His milky white eye was almost swollen shut from the constant physical beatings, including one from about a half an hour prior due to Tommy saying something that had ticked the green wearing man off, he received from his tormenting abuser, Dream. No... not his abuser... his only friend. Tubbo never visited him, not like he’d fucking want that backstabbing bitch boy to. Ghostbur had stopped visiting him. Ranboo only visited him once out of pity. No one else had made the effort to come see him in exile. No one had even bothered to come to his beach party. And he had invited everyone on the server to it. Why should he keep going when all his apparent ‘friends’ abandoned him... except Dream. Dream, the man who had blown his things up repeatedly. Who had blown up his fucking home. Friends don’t fucking do that to other friends... but... he kept saying he was Tommy’s friend... Should I believe him...?
A sudden gust of wind blew past Tommy, the blond hearing a familiar voice on that gust that sent shivers down his spine. “Aren’t you tired of being pushed around, Tommy? Don’t you wanna go ape shit?” The voice of his deceased brother danced in his ears and in his mind, the blond staring at the dirt and cobblestone underneath him that he had used to pillar up to that height to jump to his inevitable demise as the voice continued to speak. “Aren’t you sick of it? Being cast aside by the people you thought you could trust? Friends don’t destroy their friends’ things. Friends don’t exile their best friends. Dream was NEVER your friend! Tubbo clearly isn’t your friend anymore! None of them are! So... you wanna take me up on that offer I made to you during Pogtopia?”
“... and what offer would that be...?” the blond whispered, knowing the next words to come as a small, twisted smile made its way onto his face. He could practically feel the phantom maddened grin of his brother as he heard the next words.
“Let’s be the bad guys, Tommy!” A grin slowly stretched across Tommy’s face and a broken chuckle dragged itself past his lips. That chuckle would have sent shivers down even the unshakable Technoblade’s spine... it wasn’t a normal chuckle. It was one that would come from a man lost... a chuckle filled to the brim with madness and insanity. He had heard a chuckle with the same crazed inflections... long ago, back in a button filled ravine. He took out a wooden shovel to dig his way down, looking towards the horizon as he finally understood what Wilbur had gone through during Pogtopia. That final snap in his mind that sent the older British man spiraling into madness. As his feet touched the solid ground, his gaze snapped towards the sunset and words started flying from his lips uncontrollably, screams of what was REALLY on his mind after all this time of being mistreated and abused.
“They want me to be the bad guy...? Fine then! I’LL BE THE FUCKING BAD GUY!!! I’M DONE BEING THE HERO FOR PEOPLE THAT WANT NOTHING BUT TO SEE ME FUCKING SUFFER!!! ALL IT GOT ME WAS BEING BETRAYED AND HURT BY THE PEOPLE I THOUGHT I COULD TRUST AND I THOUGHT CARED ABOUT ME!!! FUCK YOU TUBBO, FUCK YOU L’MANBERG, AND FUCK! YOU! DREAM!!!" As he screamed his words at the setting sun, voice bouncing off of nearby trees and the water in front of him, his blue eye slowly darkened, going from the dull, broken, and utterly defeated grayish-blue it was before to a deep, maddened crimson. A shade that would be VERY familiar to the blond, seeing as his brother stared at him with eyes the same maddened red shade mere days before he blew up L’Manberg the second time and had Phil take his last canon life afterwards. A wide, maddened grin stretched across his face as he stared at the almost set sun, the fiery colors matching the now blazing inferno of his mind.
“Time for me to be the bad guy! Big brother! I’m gonna be just like you!!!”
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Woot woot I had a BLAST writing that! :D My writing creative juices are flowing and now I wanna fucking WRITE!!! Anyways, hope you enjoyed the first chapter of ‘Big Brother, I’m Just Like You!’ cuz I definitely had a BLAST writing this! Its a shame we’re NEVER going to get an actual Villain!Tommy arc in the canon DreamSMP lore, but I think my brainrot for Villain!Tommy will be satisfied with this fic. Hope you all have a wonderful day/afternoon/evening/night! Remember to hydrate, eat some food, and take your medication if you take meds! Love you all/p!
FOR CONTEXT, IN THIS AU, THE FAMILY DYNAMIC OF SBI IS, IN FACT, CANON. SBI IS CANON IN THIS AU BECAUSE I WISH SBI COULD HAVE BEEN CANON IN THE ACTUAL TIMELINE!!! THANK YOU, THAT IS ALL! kloveyouallbye /p
