Mcyt Oneshots (Abandoned, New Book On My Page ♥︎)

💔Lonely☁️

Tommy had separation anxiety thanks to exile, and after getting lost in the woods, an unlikely hero helps him through a panic attack.

TW: Platonic usage of the word "love"

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Tommy felt like he was about to faint. Why did he agree to this?

Tommy had agreed to go out in the woods to look for sweet berries for Tubbo, but had gotten lost; and now it's getting dark. Tommy absolutely hated being alone. The darker it got, the more anxious he became.

The teen didn't know where he was, or where he was going, and now that it was pitch black, he also had to worry about mobs. He continued to walk in one direction, hoping to at least find a village. He stopped at a small river to get some water, when suddenly-

Woosh

Tommy felt a sudden pain in his right arm, and looked over. Shit. He looked behind him, and sure enough, there was a skeleton, already priming its next shot. He quickly got up and started to run in a zig-zag motion, hoping to throw it off. The more he ran, the more panicked his mind became. He just wanted someone with him, anyone.

"Hello?!" He called, still running. "Is anyone out there?!" He called again, panting as fatigue started setting in.

"TUBBO?"

"RANBOO?"

"PUFFY??"

He slowly came to a stop, breathing heavily as panic and fatigue overcame his body.

"S- Sam...?"

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"...Quackity..?"

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"T-"

"...Techno...?"

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"...Anyone..?"

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His eyes began to fill with tears as he slowly lowered to the ground, the lonely feeling being too much to bare.

He suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder, and before he could register who it was, he was pulled into a warm, comforting hug. "You're not alone, I'm right here." A familiar voice called out, causing him to release the most quiet, pitiful sob ever conceivable.

Tommy gripped at the back of a familiar coat, crying into a familiar shoulder, listen to a familiar voice reassure him.

"W-Wilby-" The boy started, his voice wobbly. "Shh... It's ok. I'm not leaving." Wilbur's voice was smooth as butter, and felt welcoming to Tommy in a time of need. "W-Wilb-by.." Tommy called out again, another quiet sob causing his body to shake. "I know, I know. Just breath, okay? You're doing so good, love." Tommy basically melted at Wil's tone of voice, hiccups coming out as he tried to breath through his cries. "You're doing so good, I'm so proud of you." Tommy's grip on the coat tightened as his sobs slowly turned into small whimpers. "You're so brave, Tommy. Facing something so scary and being so strong." Wilbur began to rub his back soothingly, pulling the smaller impossibly closer. "You did so good with that one, Toms. I'm so proud of you." Tommy sniffled, shoving his face into the older's chest.

Wilbur stroked the other's hair, whispering words of praise into Tommy's ear, his other hand holding Tommy flush against him. "You're so great, hun. I could never be so strong." Tommy slowly looked up and was surprised to see his older brother's warm brown eyes looking back at him, his mouth curved into a patient smile. As his hand moved to Tommy's cheek, the teen leaned into Wilbur's hand, closing his tired eyes and sighing happily at the warmth. "Aww, Tommy~" The man cooed, smiling wider and pulling the younger into another warm hug, Tommy's chin resting on his shoulder.

"T-Thank you..." The blonde said quietly, hugging the other back with what little energy he had. "It's no problem, Tommy. Even if you hated me, I'd never leave you like that." The brunette said, hugging the younger tighter towards the end. "And what makes you think I don't hate you?" Tommy replied in a slightly aggressive tone. "Because if you hated me, you wouldn't still be hugging me." Wilbur could feel the other's face get warm as he hid his face in the older's chest. Wilbur laughed, hugging the boy tighter and planting his face into the strawberry-blonde locks.

The blonde claimed to hate him, but here they sat, cuddling on the ground in the middle of the woods, and neither would try to change that. Wilbur may have done some bad things, but no force in the universe could tear him away from his little brother in this moment. The boy needed him, and he refused to let him down again.