MCYT Oneshots DISCONTINUED

⥁ Awesamdad and his broken child ⥁

TW

PANIC ATTACK

3rd person POV

A crying blonde child sat in the corner of his room, the poor boy's body shaking with each cry of agony that left his mouth. He didn't want to believe it at first, he liked the boy at first. But then, he was all that Phil and Techno talked about, how great that boy was, how he was so much better than him. Then, he would spot him and Tubbo playing around in the snow like him and Tubbo did when they were younger. 

Tommy hated his feelings, he had no reason to hate Ranboo. He understood why everyone loved   Ranboo so much more than him, who wouldn't? He was just useless, right? Nothing but a thorn in your rose bush, a splinter in your hand and a migraine in your head. He weeps out in pure pain  as the rain crashes down upon the outside world. 

Soon enough, Tommy had screamed his throat dry and his eyes can't seem to produce more tears. He grips onto his hair and pulls his head down into his knees, wanting to feel something  for once. 

"Hey Tommy? You in here?!" A cheerful voice shouts from the living room. 

Tommy panic, not expecting Sam to come to his house, especially not in this weather. Tommy decides to keep his mouth shut, maybe that will make Sam leave. 

It's not that Tommy hated Sam, no no. It's the complete opposite. He loves Sam, he's the only real father figure in his life. Sam took him in, he cared for him, and he hasn't stopped. 

But Tommy doesn't want to be sen as weak, he doesn't want Sam to see him as a poor baby who needs to be protected at all costs. No. He just wants to be seen as an equal, for once. 

Loud footsteps climb up the stairs into Tommy's ears, followed by a voice calling out his name. Why didn't he expect this, he knew Sam wouldn't just leave. Honestly, it makes him feel better just knowing that someone cares at all. 

The sound of the old, oak door fills the almost empty room, filled only by a chest and the broken figure of the residence of the pathetic house. 

"Tommy? What's going on?" Stammered Sam as he looks upon the small figure of the once arrogant and loud boy, his current form being just a shell of the kid he once knew. Tommy looked a mess, his hair was all tangled and messed up, his clothes had rips in them, he had large and dark bags under his eyes and his face was stained with the red marks of tears flowing down his cheeks. 

Tommy said nothing in protest when Sam jogged up to his side, holding Tommy's head against his chest, whispering reassuring words into his ears. Tommy's once quick and shallow breaths were soon replaced with slow and deep breaths, Sam running his hands through the messy blonde locks atop the child's head. 

There was no other words exchanged between the two, none really needed. Sam knew that Tommy didn't need any words right now, all he needs is someone who can care for him, show him he matters. 

Sam held Tommy tight, letting the boy close his eyes and softly whimper against his now wear shirt from all the tears shed from his eyes. Tommy opened his mouth hesitantly, almost not wanting to say what he was thinking. 

"You don't have to tell me Tommy" Sam whispered comfortingly to the still crying boy in his arms. "N-no, it's o-okay. I-I want to" Tommy murmured hurtingly (yes that is a fucking word) into the mans chest, his breaths starting to quicken. 

Sam is quick to wrap the boy in his arms, holding him tighter than before. This seems to help Tommy as he begins to speak once more "I c-can't help but t-to feel r-replaced by R-Ranboo" tears begin to well up in his dull eyes as he whimpers out once more "All Phil and Techno and Tubbo ever talk about his Ranboo, and how h-he is s-so much better t-than me. I just want to feel loved Sam, wanted, appreciated." 

Tommy wails out again in despair and desperation, longing to feel happy once again. Sam just hugs him tighter, letting the kid draw out his emotions. Sam slowly begins to hum a soft melody, trying to calm him down. It seems to work as after a while Tommy shuts his eyes and lets himself succumb to the bliss/nightmare that is sleep. 

But, right before he passes out, he whispers one last thing. 

"I love you, Dad"

Sam feels tears well up in his eyes, smiling down at the boy he was proud to call son. 

"I love you too, Son" was the last thing Tommy heard before having the best sleep of his life. 

Words: 809

A/n: Thank you all for reading, you're all real ones o7.