[ TommyInnit One-Shots ]

My Brother Was Right!

Image : @ ThisGhostIsEvil

Trigger Warnings: The usual depressing thoughts, panick attacks and mention of death.

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'I thought I couldn't love anymore. Turns out I can't, but not for the same reasons as before...'
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ೃ⁀➷The obnoxious teen clutched onto his fluffy hair as he dropped to his knees in front of Wilbur - Well, Ghostbur's - Shrine. It was Tuesday, the night before his final fight, and he couldn't get all these memories out of his head. EVERY bad thing that had happened to him, was his own fault, if only he could learn to forgive and forget, but no, nothing is ever that easy. He just had to get attached to the things that he may never get back, and thanks these idiotic fucking emotions, he may never be happy again. The last emotions he may feel before he dies may be guilt and the feeling of incompleteness.

'I use everyone I ever meet, I can't find the perfect match.'
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The thought of Techno flashed through his mind, tears threatening to fall down his emotion-filled face. He hadn't meant to hurt anyone, and yet he did. Perhaps it runs in the family, being the 'bad guy', that is. No matter how much he didn't want it, he can't hide from the truth. Every story has its ups and downs, but this story in particular only seemed to have downs, so it wouldn't surprise him if he died tomorrow.

'Abuse those I love. While I ostracize the ones who love me back...'
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He really didn't mean to push everyone away. He didn't mean to hurt anyone. "Those- Those weren't my intentions... Right?" The blonde choked out, still holding back his tears. He didn't want to be seen as weak. He didn't want to be seen as a child. He was more than that. He was a hero. Or, at least he wished he was. All he wanted was to not be the bad guy. But in the end, had he even achieved that goal? He wondered if Wilbur would be proud of him...

'On the path of least resistance, I find myself salting the Earth...'
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The teen slowly lowered his hands to touch the lapis structure, staring at it blankly. Even when he didn't fight back for once, bad things still happened. And that's why he always fights back, it's better than just giving up. Nothing will ever be solved if you don't fight back. But then again, was it worth it? Was it worth the constant pain in his chest? Was it worth possibly loosing his bestfriend, just like he lost his brother?

'Every time that I miss you, I feel the way you hurt-!'
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The tears that the boy had been holding back finally trickled down his cheeks, causing him to let out a quiet sob. If only Wilbur was there. But that's not possible. He is dead after all. And all thanks to the very man he saw as a father figure. It just shows how much you can't trust anyone. He knew Wilbur was hurting, he knew that, but he didn't do anything about it. That thought always kept him up at night. Could he have actually helped him...?

'And I don't deserve you. You deserve the world...'
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Tommy slowly clenched his fists, letting go of shrine and gripping onto his shirt. Soon, a heavy rain began to pour down on the grieving boy. He let multiple sobs escape his mouth, non of them even being heard due to the heavy rain. All he wanted, all he needed, was someone to look up to. Someone who would actually be there for him. The teens grip tightened as tears streamed down his face, he wasn't bothered at this point, then again, was he ever?

'Though it feels like we were built from the same dirt.'
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The blonde male let out a scream of pure agony. He wasn't in pain of course, well, physically at least. Again, it wasn't as if anybody could hear his screams. The boys breath hitched as lightning struck nearby him, causing him to frantically looked around. When he noticed there was nothing he slowly lowered his head again, continuing to cry.

'I hate to say it, but my brother was right. Don't trust American boys, with far too much free time.'
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Tommy swore that he would avenge Wilbur, but not in the sense of getting revenge. Well, only partly. The teen would simply but an end to everyone problems, and to do that, he needs to take down that green american bastard. Even if it means giving up his life. Dream is not to be trusted, people see that now. The blonde will most likely never forgive him for doing what he did to him in exile.

'And I hate to say it, but my brother was right. I'm nothing but a problem, leave you crying overnight.'
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Every bad thing Wilbur had ever said to him rang through his head, causing a small migraine. It made him almost hesitant to do this. Maybe- Maybe he shouldn't fight Dream- Maybe this is all a big mistake. His breathing grew uneven as he began to overthink everything. He gripped onto his drenched red and white shirt as he gasped for air.

'And I hate to say it, but my brother was right. I can't focus on the future only my short sight!'
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Tommy continued to sob loudly, trying to catch his breath, but to no avail. The boy let himself fall onto his side, curling onto a ball on the ground as he cried. He was still struggling to breathe and He was shaking violently, both to the cold and the panick attack he was having. Soon his vision became blurry, causing him to squeeze his eyes shut as he bit his lip.

'I hate to say it, but my brother was right. I'm a wanker. Complete wanker. A fucking waste of time...'
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It was not surprising that Tommy hadn't heard footsteps from behind him. But it sure caught his attention when the person spoke. "Tommy...? What are you doing here buddy? You're gonna get sick." The voice of the one and only Captain Puffy, spoke in a worried manner. Tommy sobbed even harder, getting Puffy's attention and realizing the situation. The said female rushed to the childs side, helping him to sit up and taking his hands in her own. "Shh, shh, look at me, you're okay, you're alright, you're safe. Just focus on me..." She said slightly frantically, gradually getting more softer. Tommy opened his eyes, looking at Puffy. She in return, gave him a reassuring smile. This caused him to become slightly more calm, helping him to catch his breath. "See, you're alright." Puffy smiled. Tommy nodded in response, looking away from her. Puffy took a deep breath and got up, gently pulling Tommy up with her. "Let's go to my house, it's warmer there..."

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This is my new favourite song, also, I love the idea of Puffy being like a mother to Tommy and Tubbo 🥺 -Noi