MCYT Oneshots

Tommyinnit Angst (Sleepy bois)

(tw: suicide, child neglect, blood, mentions of self harm)

Third person POV
Tommy hated Ranboo, not only for stealing his best friend, but also for stealing everyone away from him. Ranboo was the reason any of this happened. The reason Phil doesn't talk to him anymore, the reason his family forgot about him; all because of Ranboo.

Tommy was only three at the time, when he met his new older brother.

Philza opened the door, holding a bundle of blankets in his arms. He sat down on the couch, pulling back the blankets to reveal a shivering toddler, which was an enderman mixed with another creature. Sure he was cool looking and all, but Tommy didn't want another brother. He was the life of the house; the jokester, some may say. Having another child in the house means less time for Philza to talk and hang out with Tommy; not like he did anyway though. He already had two siblings, both of which got way more attention than himself.

Wilbur was Tommy's father figure; his first words were dad, but they weren't directed at Phil, no, they were directed at Wilbur. Wilbur was the one person that even acknowledged Tommys existence. Techno was always outside training, hunting, or staying in his room; Philza was the father of the household, always looking out for Techno and Wilbur; Tommy on the other hand didn't have any special talents, he couldn't play any instruments, he couldn't fight, and he couldn't fly like his father Philza. He was just average.

Tommy has always looked for others' approval, since his father figure never gave him any; always getting brushed off by his family. He has tried a lot of ways to get his fathers attention, but it never works, as he is always busy with one of his other siblings.

Little Tommy walked up to Phil, excited to show him his blond hair that Wilbur had helped him dye. He wanted to look like his father, Phil. "Dad! Dad! Look what Will helped me do! I look like you now!" Tommy bounced up and down in front of Phil, but Phil just shook him off. "Not now Tom, I'm training with Techno right now." Tommy stopped bouncing up and down, put his head down, and walked away. Wilbur was sitting on the couch, excited to hear about how it went. "How did it go Toms?" Wilbur asked the youngest. Tommy plastered on a smile, "It went amazing, he loved it!" Tommy walked down the hallway, letting his smile fall, and the tears that were collecting in his eyes, started spilling down his cheeks. He opened his door, walked in, and shut it.

Phil had never really liked Tommy, always paying more attention to his other sons. He believed that Tommy was too energetic and tried too hard to be noticed; this of course didn't help Tommys mental health at all. No one knew what Tommy was going through, and no one could help.

Tommy stared at himself in the mirror, his body skinny and frail, his blue eyes faded into a dark bluish-gray. His hair was matted and stuck to his forehead, not having any motivation to freshen up; hairbrush long discarded on the ground, Tommy having no motivation to pick it up.

His body getting paler from the blood loss, mostly coming from his arms. His knees gave out, forcing him to the ground. His head spinning, and hitting the ground. His eyes were giving out, his vision spotted and spinning. Laying in his own blood, he closed his eyes, letting himself fall unconscious.

He sat up in his bed, panting heavily from that nightmare. He assured himself it was just a dream. But was it?

{A/N}
I hate to leave you on a cliffhanger, but there will not be a part two. You may finish this story in your own books, just please tag me because I would really like to see it! Go wild with your imagination!

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This oneshot was for a one year anniversary of my account!

{This was made on the 1st of April, 2021}