The blonde boy with the red and white shirt was sitting by a bench, flailing his feet back and forth before sighing.
Life's never been easy for him ever since he was little he's been in multiple wars and other events. He's been hurt, starved, beat, manipulated, killed, sent to hell and revived. That's not even all of it, people left him. His best friend, the one he thought he could trust with his life, the one he fought everything side by side with; replaced him. He was sure nobody else on the SMP knew how he felt, he was left alone without any feeling of safety. No protection at all.
Tommy only had two choices, join the person he used to see as a brotherly figure that turned out to be the biggest liar, a manipulator, a traitor with no empathy but was also the one to raise him: Wilbur Soot. Or chill at Las Nevadas with Big Q(Quackity) that seemed to be just as bad. He really didn't want to do anything at all but the feeling of abandonment and loneliness was too much to bear with. If he was alone for just a bit more he'd explode, the anxiety and paranoia would swallow him whole. Tommy wouldn't be able to handle all the stress, he's been used to everything being on him, getting blamed for everyone else's problems. Watch all of the people he was close with slowly change and turn their back on him.
Tommy got a sudden headache, all of the memories, every bad moment, all his actions and the consequences just flashed before his eyes. He held his head down in an attempt to calm himself down. A clump slowly formed in his throat; making it harder to breathe. His eyes were open in shock as they began to tear up.
"Is this it?"
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Teen Troubles (TommyInnit angst fanfic)
Fanfiction(I forgot who made the art in the cover but if you find it please tell me, its from instagram. Credits to them!) (also I got this idea mainly from Olivia Rodrigo's song "Brutal") TW ⚠️: mention of sui*ide somewhere, violence Tommy's been through a...
