mcyt oneshots, because coping method

I'm... Sorry.// Tommy//angst

𝑻𝑾: 𝑺𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆, 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎, 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒔

3rd POV:

It was around November, the leaves had fallen of the trees a long time ago. It was the time where instead of going outside in the cold weather, most people would stay inside and do their thing. But it wasn't the case for Tommy. 

Tommy didn't bother taking his jacket on, figuring he wouldn't need it. He slowly made his way down the stairs, careful of not to wake up his parents. Normally Tommy hated mornings, but today was special.

Today was 𝓉𝒽𝑒 day.

He went outside,  going through the few things he had left. The few things he treasured.

His green bandana, given to him by the one and only, Tubbo. He felt sad he had to leave him behind in this cruel world, Tubbo still had alot to live for, he had people to live for. Tubbo and Tommy's relationship has always been a bit peculiar. They were basically opposites, but think the same way. 

His phone, where the messages from his friends was, unfazed no matter what he did. Tommy loved to scroll through these messages, these memories. But not anymore, Tommy had finnaly stopped thinking about the past, and accept that no one liked him anymore. Now that Tubbo had Ranboo, and Wilbur hanged out with the SBI more than him, he couldn't help but feel sad, but sometimes that's how it is.

His vlog gun, or rather parts of it, after Wilbur destroyed it. That moment it got destroyed was like a part of him died. He knew he was being dramatic, it was only a toy gun, but it was the first thing he had bought with his friends, first thing that associates him with them.

Tommy had no more things of value. But it was okay for Tommy, since he only wanted to bring a few things. He began walking on the side of the road. He was kinda hoping the car would do it for him, so people would worry less about him.  He suddenly stopped walking, looking at the park him and Tubbo always played together. He missed those times, those times were you could be carefree without being judged, bullied or mocked. A silent tear started forming, as he began walking again. 

He went to his favorite place, the bridge. It was just outside of his little town, and he loved sitting at the edge, looking down on what could potentially be his freedom. But today was different. Today he would take that chance to become free. The bridge was about 50 feet above the ground. It was an old bridge, it looked like it could collapse any minute. 

Tommy felt chills, as the cold wind travelled through his hair. He sat on the edge of the bridge, just staring down, gaining the confidence he needed. He stood up on the side, and turned around so his back faced outwards. Just as he was about to let go, he could hear a familiar voice. He opened his eyes to see a Tubbo yelling his name, sprinting towards him. "you weren't supposed to see this. But i guess that's the worlds last 'fuck you' to me." Tommy said, with tears in his eyes, smiling. Tubbo kept on running for dear life, even though he wasn't running for his

I spread out my arms, like im about to hug something, showing the cuts on my bare arms. Tubbo was mere yards away, when he gestured goodbye, and fell backwards. Tubbo began screaming, crying, looking over the ledge to see Tommy falling to his death.  Tubbo knew it was too late, so he just stood there, getting his last eye contact with Tommy. Tommy smiled, knowing this act will soon make Tubbo come see him again. He closed his eyes, smiling wide, as the last pain he will ever experience, set him free.