[ TommyInnit One-Shots ]

'I Wish I Didn't Miss You.'

Trigger Warnings: Death/Murder.

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The only audible noise that could be heard in the dark forest was the sound if heavy breathing and the sound of leaves crunching under multiple heavy footsteps. Unfortunately, Tommy was one of those people, tears running down his face uncontrollably as he didn't dare look back at who was chasing him.

It had to be a dream.

Or, rather, Dream?
Someone he knew all too well.
The one and only, Wilbur Soot.

"Why are you running from me?!" The man laughed, gradually coming closer and closer to the teen. It didn't help that the two of them were running through snow, making it harder to run. Tommy being at even more of a disadvantage as he he was shorter

Said teen choked back a sob as he continued to run, knowing full well that he wasn't going to be able to run forever. "You're a fucking monster! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!" After screaming that he tripped and fell. He didn't even bother getting up again, he just sat there on his knees, clenching his fists as he cried.

Wilbur's expression faltered as he stopped running, standing completely still behind the broken boy on the floor.

"I hate you..." Tommy muttered one last time, sobbing, he squeezed his eyes shut with his head down and clenched handfuls of snow in his fists.

Wilbur did nothing but stare, not particularly in shock, but more so, disturbance, "I know you don't mean that." He chuckled darkly, taking another step forward.

Tommy couldn't deny the fact that he still cared for the man. After all, they did genuinely have that brotherly bond. But deep down, he knew he Wilbur was a shitty person, no matter how much he didn't want to believe it.

The brunette took another step forward, putting a firm hand on the blonde's shoulder. "Just give up already Tommy, we both knew this was going to happen eventually." He growled lowly, tightening his grip even more as the boy squirmed.

"YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT ME." The teen suddenly lashed out, grabbing Wilbur's wrist tightly, causing him to flinch.

Wilbur narrowed his eyes, unimpressed. "Tommy, that's where you're wrong. I know everything..."

Tommy didn't even give him a chance to continue before lashing out a second time. "THEN YOU KNOW ABOUT THE AMOUNT OF PAIN I WENT THROUGH, HUH?! YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I CARED ABOUT YOU?! IDOLIZED YOU?! ALL FOR YOU TO TRY AND FUCKING KILL ME?!" Tears flowed down the teen's face uncontrollably as he backed away, gripping into his hair, dampening it due to his hands being wet from the snow.

Wilbur visibly tensed up at the boy's 'tantrum'. Regret flickered in his eyes, but he soon brushed away the feeling, advancing towards his little 'brother' once again.

Sword in hand, Wilbur grabbed Tommy by the shoulder, keeping him in place. The blonde's eyes widening in pure fear.

And with that, the brunette plunged the weapon right through the child's chest, causing him to gasp for air, but to no avail.

Betrayed again...

A single tear rolled down the man's face as he dropped to his knees, holding the boy close to him. "I love you, little brother. I told you it would make me cry." He laughed weakly, hugging the boy close to his chest. "Have a good rest."

Nothing hurts more than the person you loved most stabbing you in the back. In this case, literally. However, of course, it's not the physical pain that sticks with you, it's the permanent pain in your chest whenever you see, or even think of the person you once loved more than anything.

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Spain without the S for real. Sorry for not writing in a while, I had not motivation gwehuw -Noi