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A fic without a name

by Layzpotato

ao3:34865488 · 978 words

Teen Gen

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Summary

Tommy awoke to darkness

He felt a strange pressure, one seemingly heavy enough to break bones, but at the same time comforting, like a warm blanket.

He couldn’t do much, down in wherever he was. Couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see. Or well, he tried to open his eyes, but then dirt fell in them, so that wasn’t a very good idea. It felt like dirt, at least, moist, cold, and crumbly, which would explain where he was. It would also explain the weird slimy things that came every now and then. Ew, bugs.

It didn’t explain, however, the stickiness of his hands, or how his face felt just a tad bit more damp than the rest of him. Or, how he wound up six feet under ground in a bunch of dirt. With each new observation, something in the back of his mind screamed at him that this was wrong, that everything was all wrong. Tommy couldn’t bring himself to care much, about the bugs, or anything else really.

So, he went back to sleep.

Basically, ARG Tommyinnit got buried alive and then brought back by Wilbur! Fun times.

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