Mcyt angst

Lava [TommyInnit angst]

I just fixed a bunch of spelling mistakes- cause apparently Idk English anymore-

I'm sorry for anyone who got a notification and expected something new :,)

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❣︎ Tommy angst ❣︎
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Warning, this chapter includes suicidal thoughts.
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Alone...

Alone, was a feeling Tommy has gotten used to ever since he got exiled.

He did have Ghostbur to keep him company, but even then he disappeared from time to time, leaving Tommy by himself.

Ever since the exile, Tommy tended to spend a lot of time in the nether. Something felt soothing being there and as time passed he got more and more attached to it.

But ever since he had let the dark thoughts consume him, he had almost jumped in the lava without any hesitation. Keyword almost. At the moment Dream had been there, being able to stop Tommy.

Ever since that incident, there got set a rule that didn't allow Tommy to go to the nether if Dream wasn't with him or there would be precautions.

Even though Tommy wasn't allowed in the nether all alone, he still went there. He knew that he'll either end up just losing all of his stuff or he'll lose his life if he ends up getting caught.

Though, both were stuff he lost care about some time ago. He'll lose them at one point or another anyway...

It was night.

Tommy had gone to the nether, being certain that everyone was probably sleeping.

Lately, he had found it hard to sleep. By every day that passed, his thoughts were getting more and more out of control. Usually, he ignored them and kept his focus on other stuff, blocking out all the voices that rang in his head. But when it came to falling asleep, he didn't have anything else to focus on then his thoughts.

So that's why he tended to go to the nether in the middle of the night. Spending time there usually made him calmer and relax his mind.

Tommy sat close to a ledge watching the view in front of him, whilst being pulled in some thoughts.

He used to be an enthusiastic, adventurous, and loud kid. But now, Tommy had turned to rather being self observed and quiet, enjoying the quiet places and dreading any social interaction.

"Extrovert turned into an introvert.." Tommy mumbled, chuckling a bit. His voice was raspy and dry because of the lack of talking he had done these past few weeks.

He found it amusing how one bad situation can instantly lead someone to the lengths of wanting death. A few weeks ago he was living a perfect life, but now he hated his existence.

Death...

He wanted it badly. He wanted death. His own death. He craved it.

But he knew that with it will come consciences. It'll hurt people that love and care about him. No matter how painful, both, physically and mentally, this exile was, Tommy knew he had to stay strong for his friends.