𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 || Tubbo

Tommy Arc |If Tommy Went Through With It|

A/N:
This has been living in my head for a while and I think I should share it with y'all!

-If Tommy actually attempted to give Tubbo his heart.

-There are two scenarios that could happen, neither are happy, based on pure statistics.

Hope you enjoy..

Scenario 1/2:

Flashback-Day 6/7.5
"I think he will live."
Tommy said quietly.

"You sure..?"
I look up at him, and his eyes were wet,

"Don't look at me.."
He turned his head to the door, and I pushed my head in his chest, his heart beat fast and anxious.

"W-What happened that you aren't telling me Tommy?"
I wiggle out of his grip and stare at his turned face.

"Nothing happened..but if something does..I'm glad I met you, and I hope you and Tubbo have an amazing life together okay..?"
Tommy then quickly walked off.

What did he mean?

...

3am GMT..

tommyinnit is live: goodbye

...

Tommy looked a mess. His hair unbrushed, his eyes bloodshot red, and his skin a very pale white as he took a deep breath.

"Ya know chat..I would do anything to save my best friend."
Tommy spoke.

...

"So I will save him. I am eligible for a heart transplant."
Tommy tried to smile,
"We will switch hearts. And it is dangerous for the both of us.."

-If Tommy Went Through With It...pt. 1

Despite my effort..my protests..and my tears, he still did it.

I watched from behind the glass as he had signed documents, were his parents really allowing this..?

They probably had no choice.
Hell, he could even get married if he really wanted.

"Don't look at me like that."
Tommy spoke sadly, reaching a hand to rest on my shoulder.

I stepped away.

"How the hell am I supposed to look at you then? As a fucking hero Tommy? You Wanna be a hero? Piss off Theseus! We all know he dies in the end!"

"What is with you? I'm just trying to make you and Tubbo happy!"
He yelled back.

"Tommy you are doing the opposite! I can't lose you both! Tubbo doesn't want to live knowing you will basically die for him! Tommy you aren't thinking!"

He was quiet for a bit, then he rummaged through his pockets, finding a small candy wrapper-he started writing on it.

"What are you doing..?"
I sniffled.