TommyInnit angst-shots

Druggies

(Thank you to my child Therapistbutoffbrand fer recommending Tommy and Wilbur fluff, tho there will be angst :))
(TW; use of nicotine/drugs by a minor,)

☆Wilbur

I shoved Tomny playfully as he rolled some blunts and handed them out to the payers.

Tommy, my younger brother, and I have successfully created a Drug Van- selling any type of drug to our local village druggies. Since he's so skinny, you'd assume that he'd been doing drugs all his life.

But I know Tommy, and Tommy would never. He was so sweet and wholesome on the inside. He wouldn't hurt a fly if he had the chance to.

He laughed as more people piled up in crowds to get some goods, screaming at him to take their money. I smiled as he screamed at the people to get in two single files, taking their money one at a time.

He told the customers to visit again, waving them off as they ran to their friends.

As the last few people scattered away, Tommy turned around to face the inside of the truck and sighed, rubbing his face roughly.

"Another day, another successful sell." He smirked and stuck his thumb up, closing his eyes slightly.

☆☆☆☆☆☆

I coughed as smoke filled my lungs. It was the Manburg VS. Pogtopia war, and I had just blown everything to smithereens. Tommy looked at me from behind everyone, falling to his knees.

"WHYYYY-" Quackity and Fundy rushed to his side, as many people from Pogtopia did the same. "WILBY YOU PROMISED-!" I could hear him gasping for air as Dream patted my back, telling me not to worry about him.

Yet something inside told me that Dream was the bad guy, and that I shouldn't have listened to his foolish lies.

I watched as the younger male clutched his chest and fell on his side. Immediately, I felt the instinct to run over and tell him everything was okay- but Dream sensed my brotherly instincts and pulled me back, patting my shoulder.

"You did a good job-" I pushed him off and wiped my tears.

"No, not a good job." I sobbed softly and watched as people from both Manburg and Pogtopia worried over the boy on the ground, unmoving.

"Please.. I'm sorry."

☆Tommy

I took a drag from the roll of nicotine between my fingers and coughed, watching blood splatters pool in my hand. I always heard Wilbur say that even after I'd worked in a drug van- that I'd never get addicted. Or even try.

Oh how wrong- so wrong you are Wilbur. I'll show everyone how wrong you all were.

I finished the blunt and blew the last puff of smoke, walking through the rubble and dirt. Rain clouds filled the sky and rain thundered on the ground below me, telling me that this is only the beginning of one hell ride.