Sleepy Bois Inc. oneshots

The world through their words

⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️

Swearing

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Blindness AU

Tommys POV (1st person)

I was never formally able to see.

I was born blind, sadly.

I couldn't really define what it's like, being blind.

It's like....living in a world of uncertainty.
Where you don't know where you'll be heading, you don't know what is going on and you're basically living in fear.

However, there are perks about being blind,
You don't get to see the people give you such judgemental looks or remarks,
I don't impulse buy and I don't need to worry all too much about many things.

This is why I love speaking, it helps me express what I want to say.
Instead of body language, I talk!
Shout out to Braille for making life much more easier.

And now, I'm alone with my thoughts, yet there are few people who help me.
It's surprising since I rarely make friends.

There names were;
Wilbur, Techno, and Phil.

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"Tommy?"
I heard Wilburs voice speak to me.

I followed Wilbur to wherever I am, you may think I bumped into objects in the way, nope.
I'm that used to things I can just sense it, plus Wilbur is quite the loud person.

"Hey Wil!"
I responded, crouching down to feel the ground.

Grass?

A gust of wind blew against my face, ah.

Wilburs comfort zone.

"Sorry Wil, I didn't mean to bother-"
I stood up and..how can I get out of here?

"Tommy, you're so stupid sometimes, come here."

"Where?"
I say this innocently, I obviously know where he is judging by the volume of his voice.

"Fuck you."
I felt Wilbur take my hand and guide me to where we'll stay for the meantime.

I felt something soft as soon as I sat down.
A pillow perhaps?

"..cozy."
I say after a moment of silence, I heard the scratches of a pencil, either Wilbur is drawing or he's writing.

"You're in a quiet mood, something up?"

"I just want..I imagine what things look like."
I say, hearing Wilburs pencil pause for a moment.

"Want me to describe it? Anything."
Wilbur said this in the most comforting way possible, he's so fucking cool.

"...hmm...flower."

"Flower."
I say this proudly, poking at the grass.

"..where'd you get this word from..?"
Wilbur asked, does this really matter?