TommyInnit never cries

Take me back

Tw: cursing
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"You're not real! You can't be!"

But Tubbo just knew he was lying to himself. Maybe this was Tommy's ghost?

"Well I don't know if I'm real either. One moment Mexican Dream was teaching me some fucking card game while Wilbur was playing guitar in the background and suddenly I'm watching my own fucking funeral! Good speech by the way."

"You were there?"

Tubbo didn't know whether to slap him or to hug him.

He walked to the bench and sat down next to Tommy.

"Yeah, I was. I really want to slap Ranboo tho. He promised me not to tell anyone! Should've expected it from that guy. I never liked him anyways."

He said it jokingly. Tommy always made jokes when he felt bad. He made it sound like he didn't actually care, but Tubbo knew he was hurt.

Tubbo looked at Tommy, examining him, but he looked exactly the same as before.

The same as when he pulled him out of the water.

The same as when he was laying in the sand.

Lifeless

He shook those thoughts away. Tommy was here now and that's all that mattered.

Tubbo reached for Tommy's hand, but his own hand went right trough.

So Tommy was a ghost.

"Why did you leave?"

He was officially an idiot. Tubbo didn't even know why he had asked it. It didn't take a genius to find that out.

"The real question here is: Why shouldn't I have left? I had nothing, Tubbo! Everything that once made me happy was gone or had some bad memories that ruined the happy ones! Tell me one thing I still had!"

His sudden anger didn't surprise Tubbo and maybe it was because he was tired, but he couldn't help giving an angry answer in return.

"You had me!"

Tears began forming in Tubbo's eyes again.

Honestly, where did these tears keep coming from?

Tommy looked like he was about to laugh in his face.

"Oh really? Okay! So tell me! When was the last time we talked before I fucking killed myself!"

Tubbo froze.

He couldn't remember. It was to long ago. Tubbo knew he fucked up.

Tommy chuckled sadly.

"You can't remember, can you?"

Tubbo didn't speak.

Tears fell of Tommy's cheeks.

Wait

Tears?

Tommy was crying? Tubbo had never seen that before. The only time he did, was in the water, right before Tommy had died. But he wasn't even sure. It could've been the seawater.

"I remember."

His voice sounded so hurt. What had they done to him?

"It wasn't even supposed to happen. I was just walking the Prime path and you were walking there with Michael. I really like Michael, you know. You should get him away from this SMP before it's to late. Before this server corrupts him."