TommyInnit angst-shots

Teeth

(TWs; teeth, blood, )
(Edit- jk no punching, I had a different thing planned)

☆JackManifold

I watched Tommy from afar as he picked at his teeth. He seemed bothered about something.

"What are you looking at?" Nikki walked up behind me and put a hand on my shoulder.

"Tommy." I shrugged and pointed a finger towards him, he was flicking and pulling at his teeth, but not with much force.

"What's he doing?" I shrugged again and cocked an eyebrow as he struggled to do whatever.

He groaned in annoyance and picked up a rock, chipping his teeth with it. "What is he doing?"

I walked towards him with Nikki, some others watched from the sidelines. I now realize that it wasn't only me who had been watching the younger teen, but everyone that had view of him.

"Hey, Toms, what are you doing?" I reached my hand out to touch his shoulder, he flinched away but soon relaxed.

"Uhm.." he looked around at the Prime Path frantically, looking for an answer. "Just playing with rocks."

He hit them together and laughed in attempt for me to go away.

"You sure? It looked like you were hitting your teeth with them." He stopped moving.

Everything around us went quiet as everyone else continued to watch. He stood up and looked down at me, shoving the rocks to my chest.

He turned towards his house and walked away in silence, I could still see the cloudiness in his eyes.

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I knocked on the door to Tommy's dirt house, flinching back as some dirt and pebbles fluttered into my hair. Ruffling it around and straightening it, I heard the door open slightly.

Tommy stood in the doorway, dark eye bags and bloodshot eyes. He shook in the doorway, opening the door for me to enter.

"Come.." he stepped back and closed the door once I entered the dark hobbit hole.

"What brings you here?" I could hear a slight lisp in his voice, but pushing it aside.

"Well, I wanted to check on you. That outburst you had earlier kinda worried us, are you okay?" I looked around for a light switch or a torch, soom feeling a wooden stick on the wall.

"Why is it so dark?" I took a match out and lit it, listening as Tommy hissed in pain and shielded his eyes.

"C'mon dude, it hasn't even been 24 hours- the light can't possibly be that bad." I pulled his arms from his face as he calmed down, though wincing at the light.

He stood quietly and mumbled below his breath, looking at the ground. "Hm?"

"Would you.. like something to drink?" The lisp in his voice was more obvious now, but not as obvious.

"Sure, if it's not too much trouble." He nodded and headed to a back room, supposedly digging in the fridge.

He came back with two cans of Coke, handing me one. I thanked him and opened it, taking a small swig.

He finished his in under seconds, throwing the can in the trash that was overflowing with only Coke cans.

I chuckled and looked at him, "do you like, live off of Coke?"

He sat silently and fidgeted with his red sweater, nodding slightly. My eyes widened slightly.

Placing my can down, I gently rubbed his back and pulled him into an embrace. "I'm sorry."

He shrugged and pulled away, though thanking me for comforting him.

Moments passed before any words were uttered, until Tommy asked me a horrifying question.

"Jack?" I turned my head and hummed in response, "why do people want teeth in their mouths?"

He looked at me with sad eyes, though still bloodshot and dark from lack of light and possibly sleep.

I was taken back from his question, though soon regaining my hold on life. "What? What do you mean?"

I went to hold his shoulder, though he pulled back with a big jerk. "Answer the question, Jack." His voice was stern, and I wished the worst hasn't happened.

"Tommy.. don't tell me you..", he nodded and smiled a 'toothy' grin, revealing bloody and damaged gums.

I cried out and slapped a hand over my mouth, though I must applaud him on how clean they seemed to be ripped out. The gums seemed to be in almost perfect shape, and they still held their form as if they still had teeth.

Shaking my head, I ran from the hill house and to someone who wasn't as morbid as this teenager, who has been through so much shit- to feel safe.

Not that I didn't feel safe around Tommy. It's just the fact that I wanted to get the image of him smiling gumly at me, pure happiness and sadness in his eyes as he smiled.

The happiness made me think that he didnt want teeth, so that's why he survived off Coke. It made me think that he was sick of eating everyone's bullshit, so he got rid of his only way to take it in.

The sadness was just there. It was always there, never left. It was there from the start of L'manburg. And that's the bullshit of the horrid SMP.

They torture you into pulling your own teeth out, to the point of just surviving off of a sugary drink.

Fuck.

(Yooooo, so this is itttttt l. Idk why this came to my mind, I just liked the idea. I also like the idea that Tommy pulled them out because he didnt want to be fed and chew up everyone's bullshit as if if was full course meals. So he got rid of the only way for him to take it in, and if you wanted it in his brain- you'd have to blend it. More work to do so)

(Hope you enjoyed!)