Nightmares

(Present Day)

Tommy has memorized every inch of Phil's house top to bottom. "Time to eat boys!" Phil's voice rang through the house. Tommy's senses have excelled farther than any human has. He ran downstairs, getting the whift of Shepherd's Pie.

Phil smelled like mist, Techno smelled like wood, and a tinge of iron, Wilbur smelt mostly like dank wood.

Tommy sat next to Wilbur, across from Techno. "Are you boys excited for school to start?" Phil asked.

"Not for the learning part, but I'm excited to see how some friends have grown this summer." Wil responded.

"Pretty much the opposite." Techno commented.

"Have no friends, hate learning, it will be another great year." Tommy said.

"Well someone must be friends with you, Tommy." Phil insisted.

"Nope."

There was silence until Wilbur said, "You know I've been out and about all day, right?"

"Yeah, what have you been doing?" Phil asked

"I got together with a couple close friends and we started making songs together, we even got ourselves a band name. It's Lovejoy."

"That's great! You need to perform in front of us sometime." Phil commented.

"I'll make sure of that." Wil had a mischievous tone to his words, it kind of scared Tommy.

They ate dinner and went their separate ways. Phil cleaning up, Techno and Wilbur going to their separate rooms.(They had an extension built in when Techno broke the bunk bed with his wooden sword.) Tommy went outside, listening to the soft groaning of zombies and the clanking of bones on a skeleton.

Tommy breathed in, smelling the rotten flesh the zombies gave off. The smell of the familiar pine trees was calming.

Tommy sat there and listened to the forest when he heard a soft, sad strum coming from Wilbur's room. Tommy was always pleased when Wil played his guitar, his music was enticing, he could lock out everything but the guitar and Wil's humming. Hearing his fingers quickly slide on the strings to make a different note was soothing. Hearing every individual sting give off a different sound was pleasing. Hearing the softness of Wilbur's voice was hypnotizing.

It nearly made Tommy fall asleep on the patio, a loud groaning of a zombie had drawn Tommy back to reality, it smelled him. Tommy crouched down, low enough to grab two throwing knives he hid in his boots. He aimed where he last heard the zombie, waited for the next sound to come from the zombie, and threw the knife with (hopefully) perfect accuracy, hearing a soft thump from the corpse. He'd have to grab his knife in the morning.

Tommy walked back inside, forgetting that he shut the door and hit head with glass. "Shit!" Tommy yelled in frustration. He slid the door open annoyed, then walked upstairs into his room.

"You okay, Tommy?" Phil called.

"A-okay Phil." Techno responded. Tommy started to wheeze.

Phil sighed then said, "I'm glad you're okay, but I was asking Tommy."

"I-I'm fine!" He tried to say in between the gasps.

"You don't sound like it." Techno commented. He started to get light-headed.

"Tommy, are you okay in there? Is that coughing or laughing?" Techno wondered, it only made the wheezes more inhumane.

"Are you calling out to your fellow Raccoons, Tommy?" Wilbur jokes.

"Goodnight!" Tommy tried to stop wheezing.

"I don't think anyone can fall asleep while you're choking like that." Phil laughed.

"You're right Phil, go tell him a bedtime story." Wilbur teased.

"I don't think telling him a bedtime story will make him stop choking." Techno chuckled.

"Will you all just shut up already? Your comments aren't helping your cause." Tommy retorted when he could breathe again.

"I don't think our causes are the same as what you think our causes are." Techno said.

"Alright boys, let's all get to bed and try to sleep. The neighbors will be able to hear us if we keep this up." Phil said.

"Finee." Wil's whines echoed as silence crept in.

Phil came into Tommy's room a minute later and opened his closet door, Tommy sat in his bed while he rummaged through his clothes. "I think these clothes would look good for tomorrow."

"Pog."

With that, Phil left him to sleep.

-

The dream Tommy woke to was a familiar place, in his dreams, Wilbur called it "My L'manburg". He almost always was in this place in his dreams.

"My first decree, of this great country, is to revoke the citizenship of Wilbur Soot, and Tommyinnit." A man's voice rang through a crowd of people, he had wicked horns that curved around his unusual ears. Then he blinked and was in a cave.

"When I said you're never gonna be president Tommy, that wasn't a joke, that's the truth. You're never gonna be president." Wilbur's voice echoed in Tommy's ears.

Techno suddenly appeared in front of him. "Look, the only universal language is violence, and we've had that conversation, we spoke that language. In the pit. It's over Tommy."

Techno then told Tommy of a boy named Theseus, he saved his land and was banished, never to return, left to rot in the wilderness. Then he spawned nethers and Tommy started fighting for his life.

"It was never meant to be." Tommy heard Wilbur say.

Then he was flung away by a great explosion, and L'manburg blew up.