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This is Wings part two! But this time, it's his time in exile, around the beginning of his exile to be exact.
Trigger Warnings: Violence, Blood.
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ೃ⁀➷A blonde teen who goes by the name Tommy was sat by the shore, staring out into sea. In the direction of his home to be exact. His wings flapped once behind him before wrapping around his body, it was more for comfort than anything else.
Somebody cleared their throat behind him, causing him to whip his head around to see who it was. It was Dream. "What do you want?" He sighed, hugging his knees tightly as he looked away. "It's simple really. I want your wings gone." Tommy's eyes widened at the mans words, frozen in fear. "We can't have you trying to fly away." Dream stepped forward, now stood behind the boy. "I-I wont! I promise!" He begged, attempted to get up, only to be grabbed and pushed down again. "Can't risk it, Tommy." You could hear the smirk in his voice.
"DREAM-- PLEASE!"
The younger let out a scream of pain as the other pulled off one of his feathers. "S-Sto-Stop! Please-!" He begged. Dream didn't listen, continuing to pull off the feathers one by one, blood seeping from his wings and trickling down his back or dripping onto the grains of sand underneath them whenever a feather was removed.
Tommy attempted to scream for help, to try and get away, but nothing worked. He was becoming weaker by the minute and his throat stung from all the crying and yelling.
Eventually, the blonde went limp, tears still streaming down his face. All he could do was cry as the older male continued to destroy his wings, until they were nothing but little stumps coming from his back.
The blood stained Dreams hands in crimson, you'd think he would find it disgusting. But no, this is Dream we're talking about. A smile on his face grew, a sick, sadistic smile at that.
But no, that wasn't enough for him.
Dream proceeded to pull out his Netherite Axe and slowly sliced off what was left of the boys wings.
Tommy let out one final scream of agony before blacking out...
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"Ngh..." The now wingless child slowly gained consciously, his eyes fluttering open as light flooded his vision. He stared up at the night sky?- for a moment before sitting up. He clutched onto his shirts sleeves, wincing slightly. His back stung and his shirt was still stained with blood.
Tommy heard a gasp behind him, causing him to tense up. "P-Please- Please no m-more-" He whimpered. "W-What-? Tommy...?" The blonde froze, realizing that it wasn't who he thought it was. It was his brother, Ghostbur.
Said ghost rushed over to the boy, "T-Tommy? Your- Your-!" He stuttered out in total disbelief. "U-Uhh- Here! Keep calm, Tommy, it'll be okay!" The spirit handed his brother some blue as he sat down in front of him. The teen let out a quiet sob, suddenly pulling the other into a tight hug. Or, trying. He instead fell right through Ghostbur, causing him to cry harder.
"Now, T-Tommy... What happened to your wings...?"
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAA -Noi :)