A/N: This might not make sense. I wrote this very late at night and I'm just trying to actually write something out for y'all. Also this is very short.
Trigger warning:
Mention of eating disorder
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*Tommy POV*
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Tommy lies down on the floor of his tent. He would have a bed, but ever since he's been exiled he couldn't afford one. It would probably get taken by Dream anyways, so he didn't bother.
The boy's stomach grumbles. It's been a week since the last time he ate. He didn't not eat because he couldn't afford it, simply he didn't want to. What's the point in eating if you're going to die soon anyways?
It's not like the others care anyways, no one even takes a minute out of their day to visit.
Except Dream.
Even if he's just there to take his stuff, the boy still appreciates getting visited.
Dream sometimes chats with him too!
But at the back of his mind, Tommy knew that Dream didn't care. He was only there to watch him.
And with that thought Tommy fell asleep.
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Mainly Tommy and Tubbo oneshots :)
Fiksi PenggemarThis was supposed to be Mcyt oneshots but nvm I guess This will contain hurt/comfort, fluff, and angst If there are any triggers I will add a trigger warning so dw
