Tommyinnit Oneshots (With SBI)

It's Not My Fault (Tommy angst)

Tommy POV

I should have seen it coming, the signs were clear from the start. I was never the favorite. It was always Techno. Techno's big tournaments. Techno's fancy college. Techno's success. 

And when it wasn't him, it was Wilbur. Wilbur's talents. Wilbur's great songs. Wilbur's big career. 

It was never me, no matter how hard I tried. All I ever wanted was for Phil to be proud of me. Was it that much to ask for?

I worked hard for weeks, if I was smart I would have just given up. Known that I would never make Phil proud, no matter how hard I tried. But I just kept trying, attempting to keep my grades up as much as possible.

I had tried to bring it up over dinner. I figured it would be fine. After all Wilbur and Techno were sharing all their accomplishments, so why couldn't I?

"My song is set to hit the top charts in the next week!" Wilbur exclaimed excitedly, smiling from ear to ear. He had been working hard on a new single and it seemed his work was finally paying off.

"That's great Wil! I'm so proud of you!" Phil grinned, turning to Techno. "What about you Tech?"

Techno shrugged, eating another spoonful of potatoes. "There's another tournament coming up, but that's about it."

"I look forward to watching it." Phil commented with an approving nod. I figured it was my turn for him to ask me something. Much to my disappointment, he went back to eating his food completely forgetting I exist. He tended to do that a lot lately.

I sunk back in my chair, biting my lip. Should I say something? Would he even acknowledge my existence? I took a deep breath before piping up, "I got 97% on my math test today! And-and I got 95% on my big presentation!" I stole a glance towards Phil to find that he wasn't even looking at me. It was like I hadn't even said a word.

I looked down, wanting nothing more than to disappear. What had I done wrong? I just didn't understand.

"That's great Tommy!" Wilbur looked at me sadly.

I gave him a grateful smile, but it didn't really reach my eyes. "I-I'm going to bed." I whispered, standing up and leaving the room without waiting for a response.

I could practically feel my brother's pitiful stares. But what hurt even more was that Phil didn't even look. It was like I didn't exist.

I tried many times to simply get his attention, but nothing ever seemed to work. 

"I'm busy Tommy."

"Leave me alone Tommy."

"Find someone else to bother Tommy."

"Did I not make it clear I'm busy Tommy?"

"Maybe another time Tommy."

Eventually I just stopped trying. I stopped going to dinner. I stopped getting a ride to school. I stopped trying to have good grades. I stopped being the person I wanted to be.

I started sneaking out, I stopped living at the house all together. At this point I pretty much lived at Tubbo's. I didn't even tell Phil where I was going anymore. After all he had made it more than clear that he didn't care what I did.

The only person I ever told was Wilbur, but even that was rare. I only told him when he asked and that wasn't often.

That night went like any other. Sneak out the front door and stay at Tubbo's. At least I was acknowledged there, at least Tubbo carried.

As soon as I reached his house, a smile widened on my face. I loved Tubbo like a brother, honestly I had no idea what I would ever do without him.