DSMP Oneshots

Beach Party

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Tw: suicidal thoughts, mentions of drugs

"So, we know you were adopted by
Philza when you were more of a child then what you are now-"

"Hey!"

"Good, I hope you're offended. Anyways, did you have any family before Dadza?" Tommy sighed, looking at ghostbur.

"Yeah, I did. I don't think he likes me much."

Ghostbur looked sad for a moment, "Oh. Why not?"

"He left me alone for a while. When Dad found me I had been in and out of orphanages for about 5 years. But then we reconnected on a server I ended up on after one of my deaths. He ignored me for the most part."

"I'm glad someone like that is out of your life, and you have Dadza instead!" Ghostbur smiled at Tommy, regretting bringing to topic up to the already depressed teenager.

Tommy laughed, but he seemed distracted. 'Yeah' he thought to himself, 'out of my life'.

Ghostbur and Tommy continued to chat for a while, Tommy planning out a beach party and Dream showed up at some point. Phil was also there, but he didn't stay for long, he had a war crazed child to tend to.

Tommy soon bid farewell to Dream and Ghostbur as night crept up on them. Ghostbur leaving Tommy with a little extra blue. Tommy thought he didn't need it, though. He was excited for the first time in a while! He was going to be able to see everyone at his party, everyone was going to have fun and learn where he lived so they could visit more often. He had a genuine glow of happiness as he went to bed. Finally having a night without nightmares and tears.

Waking up the next morning, Tommy was more excited then before. He was up and out of his tent as quickly as he could, making his way down to the beach to finish his party set up. His final touches being fresh fruit on the cake he made.

He sat in the sand, feet on the waves that were lazily lapping at the shore, waiting for people to arrive. About an hour in, the only living things who had visited were the dolphins. Not even Wilbur had shown up, yet. Tommy kept repeating yet in his mind, hoping they would come.

Slowly the sun moved across the sky, reaching its peak up above him. It had gotten hot with no clouds for shade, so Tommy decided to swim for a bit.

"They'll come, right?" He asked a lone sea turtle as it swam past a few hours later. "It's alone just like me," he sighed sadly. But as he continued watching it swim, it met up with a slight darker turtle. "Are you kidding me!" He angrily splashed in their direction, scaring the turtles off. "I can't even find one friend right now!" He flopped under the water in dramatic despair, holding his breathe as he watched his hair float around him.

A muffled splash, and soon another blonde joined his pitty party. Tommy pushed the blurry blob of green and yellow away, and swam back to the surface. The green fella soon joined him.

"How's it hangin'? Ya know, out here in exile. Alone."

Tommy laid back and floated, looking at the setting sun, "No one came. I invited all of them, and no one came."

"I came."

"Yeah. You came."

The two blondes made their way to the shore, both lying in the warm sand.

"Am I not enough? You invited me, didn't you?"

Tommy sighed, "yeah, and I'm glad you did, but I invited everyone. I think a few would have shown up."