"𝙱𝚘𝚘!" || 𝚂𝙱𝙸 + 𝚃𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚘 𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝙰𝚄

Mommy Issues

Angst time with Tommy!
TW: Abuse, Murder

It was weird to have a ghost follow you everywhere you go. Not like the ghost had a choice, but atleast Tubbo has company.

"Toby, are you going to go on and on about the time you met God?" Mother rolled her eyes.

"It's true, its true!" Tubbo whined. "He appeared infront of my eyes and told me I can see ghosts now!"

"Really?"

"Yeah, Mother Dearest." Tubbo stood up, pointing at Tommy. "That one is Tommy!"

"That one?!" Tommy gasped, offended. "I'm not just that one!"

"If he tried hard enough, you could see him!" Tubbo ignored Tommy's grumbles.

Father Dearest, who was sitting on the table, looked at Mother Dearest.

"Son, aren't you a little too old to have imaginary friends?" He pointed out.

Tubbo realized. "I sound crazy right now, do I?"

The two parents looked at eachother.
"No, no!"

Tubbo sighed. "Do what you need to."

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"Are you sure he isn't hallucinating, Doctor Innit?" Mother worried.

"There doesn't seem to be anything wrong, Mrs." The doctor said.

She was a blonde woman with brown eyes. She didn't seem to have the best of days right now, because she had eye bags and messed up hair.

Tommy slowly faded into sight.

"Tubbo, Tubbo... I'm bored! Entertain me or something!" The ghost whined.

"Shh, I'm being interviewed!"

"Whats an interview?" Tommy asked, looking towards the Doctor.

And then Tommy froze.

"No, no, no, no..." He scowled.

Tubbo saw how agitated his ghost friend was. He now didn't care about the fact he'd look crazy, he cared about the fact that his friend might kill someone in this room.

"Tommy, calm down...!" said Tubbo, trying to keep the ticking time bomb known as Tommy, from exploding.

"Toby, who are you—"

Tubbo tried to grab Tommy's cold hands, but Tommy slapped them away. And then he pushed Tubbo.

Tubbo fell to the ground, but he felt no pain.

He looked up to see...

"WHY AM I SEEING MY OWN BODY?!" Tubbo yelped, seeing as he was the ghost now. "Tommy, what are you gonna do?!"

"I'm going to commit a murder." Tommy, now in Tubbos body, replied. He walked around the little office room and grabbed a syringe.

"Toby, what are you doing?!" Mother yelled.

"This isn't Tubbo." Tommy said, dashing towards the doctor.

"What are you—"

"I'm gonna make you pay to what you've did to me, Mother. No, your not my mother." Tommy scoffed. "You're the crazy woman who stabbed me with syringes and made me a pin cushion for fun."

The doctor froze, like she realised.

"Thomas...? No, your not him. He died years ago!"

"Now that's where you are right. I am dead."

"Your going to feel the pain I did when I was ALIVE!" Tommy raised the syringe and got ready to stab her.

"Tommy, stop!" Tubbo yelled. He finally took control of his body, atleast half of it.

Tommy was still trying to stab her.

The doctor crawled away. "SECURITY!"

"NO, THIS IS MY CHANCE TO—TO KILL HER!" Tommy screamed, running towards the doctor. "DON'T STOP ME, SHE DESERVES IT!"

Tubbo finally got some help when security guards held his body, who was being controlled mostly by Tommy at the time.

"It's okay to be mad; but you don't have to kill them! I mean, she did technically abuse you for...five years, so I understand why you  want to stab her." Tubbo said. "Just breath in, breath out."

Tommy just listened. He was losing control, anyway.

Tubbo's body breaks into tears, as he was being dragged into another room.

"I'm so, so sorry..." Tommy cried.

All of a sudden, the ghost left his body, but instead of being a teenager, it was a 5 year old child crying their eyes out.

"I'm sorry, I got you in trouble... They won't hurt you too because I did something wrong, right?" The child sat beside Tubbo, in a curled up position.

"No one will hurt you anymore, not even your so called parents." Tubbo comforted, patting their back and rubbing circles on them.

It just made them cry more.

"It's alright, it's alright..."

The child was warm.

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"Toby, care to explain why you almost stabbed Doctor Innit?" Mother walked inside the room he was put in.

"Well, I have a ghost friend thats stuck with me, and has issues with the Doctor. He snapped and possessed my body to attempt and murder the doctor." Tubbo said. "Come on, Tommy. You can come out now."

Tommy just turned a little more visible, and then Mother could see it.

"Oh dear..." She saw the little dots on Tommy's arms. "Is this what you meant by that?"

Tommy nodded, looking away.

Mother kissed the wounds, like how she did when Tubbo as younger. "Bye bye pain. Now you don't have to cry!"

"S-stop treating me like a baby." Tommy grumbled.

"But you are a baby, you just grew up and died a little too fast." She said.

"...Maybe I did." Tommy sighed.

His form faded away, turning into a teenage kid again.

"Sorry for, you know. Embarrassing you and almost getting you in trouble."

"It's alright, man!" Tubbo smiled.

"Your horrible at comforting people, Tubbzo."

"Hey, I am not!" Tubbo argued. "Wait, did you just call me Tubbzo?"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

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