Phil POV
Phil stared at the pile of letters that covered his desk. Nearly all of them were from one person. Tommy.
He sighed, picking up the nearest one. He began to read, curiosity driving him to read further and further.
Dear Dad,
When can I come and visit? It's great out here and I really like it... but I can't help but miss home. My comedy special has grown even more since I started it. They're saying it's hitting new records in popularity. I hope you can make it to one! And maybe Techno and Wilbur can come too!
Love, Big T
Phil stared at the paper, trying to figure out when he had last seen Tommy. Had it really been that long? He moved onto another letter, guilt beginning to gather in his chest.
Hey Dad,
Checking in again. Why didn't you respond? I know you always replied to Wilbur's when he started singing, so why not me? Maybe it just got lost or maybe you're busy? Anyway I miss you guys a lot. When are you going to come and watch? Hope it's soon.
Love, Tommy
Phil heard a knock on his door and turned to see Wilbur and Techno.
"Hey Dad what's for dinner-" he stopped upon seeing Phil's expression. "What's wrong?"
Phil shook his head, clearing his thoughts quickly. "I'll order pizza."
Techno stared at him, studying him like an open book. "Phil what are you doing here?"
"Just work-"
"Phil."
Phil sighed, allowing his guilt to surface once more. "When was the last time you guys spoke to Tommy?"
He watched both their expressions change. This certainly wasn't what they were expecting.
Techno stared at the ground, horrified by the fact that he couldn't remember. Had it really been that long? He opened his mouth before closing it again. Had it really been years?
Wilbur scratched the back of his head awkwardly. Why couldn't he remember? He pulled his phone out, scrolling to Tommy's contact. His eyes widened when he realized he had never unblocked him.
It had been a simple prank. How could he have forgotten to unblock him? Quickly he unblocked his number, overwhelmed by guilt. He stared at their messages. It had been years... years!
Phil picked up another letter, opening it swiftly. This paper crinkled more than the others, almost like it had been wet.
Phil,
I don't know what to do Phil! I feel so overwhelmed! But I'm doing what I love... so shouldn't I be happy? I just want to come home, but no one will respond to me. Did I do something wrong? What do I do?! Please respond Phil. I need you.
Tommy
Tears began to trail down his cheeks before he realized. He was a horrible father. How could he forget his own son? He remembered receiving ever letter but never opening them. He always said he would read them later. But he never did.
Phil heard sniffing and looked up to see both his sons crying.
"I'm so sorry Toms." Wilbur muttered, sobbing. Techno wrapped an arm around him, trying to comfort him the best he could. The problem was, he was crying too.
Finally Phil picked up the most recent one, the one from a month ago.
Dad,
I'm scared. I don't know what to do. I quit, I couldn't take it anymore. It was too much. Too much stress. Too much loneliness. I don't know where to go. I want to come home, but I don't have the money for it. I'll try to get more money and come home. I just hope you're still there when I get there.
I miss you, Tommy
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This was terrible, but it's just an idea of mine. Maybe a part two?
Hope you have a wonderful day!
Thank you for the 14K!!
-Snowy
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Tommyinnit Oneshots (With SBI)
FanfictionThis will have no shipping or anything of that sort. None of this will relate to the actual people in any way. Its mostly based on their online personas. I hope you enjoy!