Tommyinnit Oneshots (With SBI)

We've Got Your Back (Tommy) (2/3)

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Beware this has suicide in it, please read with caution.

Wilbur POV

Things were never the same since the day I lost my little brother. It was like all the light had been sucked out of the world when he died. We all struggled to do anything, but I did especially. I just couldn't imagine doing anything without Tommy.

Phil and Techno called me nearly everyday, but nothing ever really changed. I missed his voice more than anything, and his laugh... it was irreplaceable.

"Hey Wil." Phil spoke first as soon as we all joined the vc.

"Hey." I murmured, not really wanting to talk.

"How are you feeling?" Techno questioned worriedly. It was as if he expected a different answer to what I usually gave.

I shrugged, "Same as usual."

Phil sighed, "You aren't feeling any better?"

I couldn't help but get annoyed at his response. "No and I probably never will."

"Tommy wouldn't want-" Techno began.

"You don't know what Tommy would have wanted." I snapped, feeling my anger boil. "He's not here, he's gone."

Techno was the first to speak, seemingly unfazed by my tone. I suppose he was probably used to it by now. "Wil, you can't keep living like this... Toms... he's been gone for almost a year."

I glared at the computer screen. Why did they have to keep remind me of this? I knew he was dead. For crying out loud, he was in my arms when he died. "You should be more worried about Tubbo, not me. I'm fine."

"Tubbo is managing. At least he's trying to move forward. You seem to be stuck." Phil responded sadly. "Look, we aren't telling you to forget Tommy-"

"Then what are you saying?" I growled. "Because a world without Tommy isn't a world I want to live in." I looked away from the computer as soon as the silence started. I knew immediately what they would say. 

"You have so much to live for Wilbur."

"Tommy wouldn't want that Wilbur."

"We love you Wilbur, isn't that enough?"

It was all bullshit. They just don't want to accept the fact that my life is done. I have nothing more to live for. I tried... really I did. But every time I tried to film, to stream, to do anything that I loved I could still hear him. Hyping up on everything I did, always making sure I was okay. How could I ever live without that?

It always ended with me sobbing on the floor, unable to move. And if that what was going to happen every time I tried to do something I loved, then I had nothing more to live for.

I stood up, ignoring the calls for me to speak, moving towards the bathroom. 

I'm done.

I didn't care to look at what pills I was taking before swallowing them dry. I slowly sunk to the floor as the effects began. I was ready to be done with this life. 

My body trembled as foam began to drip from my mouth. It was painful, but I didn't care. I didn't want to care.

By the time I was found, I was already gone. Not in a bad way. Finally I could be with the person I loved so much. My little brother.

I closed my eyes before taking my final breath.

The first thing I heard was Tommy's laughter. I crept open my eyes, gasping at where I was. It was a field filled with flowers. Then I saw him. My little brother.

Tommy looked at me, sadness in his eyes. "You came too soon..."

"It's okay Tommy, I'm with you now." I said, trying to reassure him it was the best choice.

He ran towards me, jumping into my arms. I wrapped my arms around him, taking in his presence. I had missed this so much. Before I knew it I was crying into his shoulder. He hugged even tighter.

"I'm here Wilby, don't worry." he whispered.

I was okay now, I had Tommy in my arms again.

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