DREAM SMP ONESHOTS

Ghostinnit?

Category: Tommyinnit Angst

TW: Suicide and Bad thoughts

3rd persons POV

Tommy sat at the floating obsidian next to the portal admiring the lava beneath him. As much as it did hurt his eye sight, he ignored it because the longer he stared at it, his vision was getting dimmer and dimmer.

The young man was sitting alone with loud thoughts. He squinted his eyes and brought his knees to his chest and covered his ears, letting him lay down on the textured floor.

"So loud..." He whispered choking out a soft sob. He knew he was lonely. He knew he had nobody.

No Wilbur.

No Philza.

No Dream.

No Ranboo.

and especially No Tubbo.

Oh, how his life turned upside down. He was just a loud kid at the beginning trying to grab the attentions of all the older people.

It's not like he had bad parents...

In fact, having the attention was just something he was comfortable with as he was the only child.

Always having to prove his worth. It irritated him when he wasn't recognized for something he was proud at. That's why he loved having Tubbo around.

Tubbo acknowledge most of the things he felt accomplished at.

Maybe like defeating Dream, Building his cobblestone towers, Almost receiving independence.

But as soon as he credited all of his hard work to someone else, it all went down hill.

It was all his fault right? He was responsible for all his doings.

Tommy opened his eyes, feeling like he had no more tears left even if he wanted to cry more to remove all the guilt and the sufferings that are piling on top of his lungs, making it hard to breathe. He took of his hands from his ears and began to clench his shirt on his chest area, bringing his knees closer and trying to convince himself to cry. He wanted the feeling in his chest to be gone. But he soon let go and allowed his sadness hug him again, giving in to the absence of happiness. He wanted to leave the nether but his body wouldn't let him, his head was screaming and screaming to leave and do something else but he cannot physically move. His face not showing any emotion and his legs were going numb to the point it started to hurt. After what felt like hours, He exhaled and he was finally able to get himself up. But he wasn't thinking straight. His head told him to go through the portal but something else was dragging him to the edge of the floating obsidian platform.

The lava was romantically (not the kind ya'll might be thinking) kissing all of his sorrow away that the thought of hugging and drowning in it was exhilarating. It's not like anyone would miss him, right? He was alone in this loud but quiet nether world. Exile was his only home. The 'Your Tubbo' compass and the allium flower he manage to snuck inside was his only comfort object. Even though he was alone, he knew someone would miss him, or maybe it was just to convince him that maybe he was loved. Loved by the people he basically let himself grew around on. He couldn't even differentiate a memory to a dream. Sometimes when Ghostbur was around, it felt like he wasn't even there... It felt like he was watching through a screen, not even able to control his actions or his emotions. His wheezes were all starting to feel like a cough to him. Empty laughters with the ghost of his dead brother.

He held is compass tight and took a harsh deep breathe. It didn't even feel like it was going into his lungs... He looked up and saw the lights of the glow stones and smiled.