Tommy stares off into the endless sea, the wind softly blowing through his blonde hair. Most people would find the environment particularly chilly, but Tommy had grown numb to it by now. He used to get scared by every little noise, every distant voice sparking a glimmer of hope, which turned out to be his imagination almost consistently. He hadn’t seen another person in months. Well, aside from Dream that is. Without Dream, he might as well have gone crazy. He’s so lucky to have such a great friend..

Those thoughts were not of his own mind, having been manufactured and instilled in him as he believed that he was truly cared about by the masked man.