"I can't..." Tommy muttered the last bit.
"Speak up."
"I can't see," He cried out, shaking with fear.
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Welcome to angst central featuring Tommyinnit's exile arc but he gets injured into blindness!
TW// gore, decapitation, a lot of blood, loss of...
hello there! you want angst today? well i'm still writing the next chapter so take these incorrect quotes instead! featuring alive tubbo!
- sol
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Tommy: Hewwo. Tubbo: Hihiiiiii! Philza: Greetings, Humans. Ranboo: Three kinds of people. Techno: I want pudding. Tommy: Four kinds of people. Dream: WHAT'S UP FUCKERS? Ranboo: Five kinds of people.
'Can I copy the homework?' Tommy: I can help you with it! Tubbo: Yeah, sure. Philza: Bold of you to assume I did the homework. Techno: lol nope. Ranboo: Wait, we had homework?!?!?! Dream: *Read 5:55pm*
Tommy: Favorite horror movie? Tubbo: It Philza: Saw Techno: Annabelle Ranboo: High School Musical. after watching it I spent all my middle school years terrified that the entire school would start singing something and I'd be the only one who didn't know the lyrics
Tommy: Why isn't the statue smirking at me? Tubbo: It isn't smirking at anyone, they're all just imagining it. Tommy: Three of us saw it, Tubbo. How do you explain that? Tubbo: *points at Philza* Sleep deprivation. *points at Techno* Paranoia. *points at Ranboo* Delusional personality disorder.
Tommy: Poison is a magic transmutation potion that turns people into corpses. Tubbo: This knife is actually a magic wand. Philza: Meet me in the Denny's parking lot for a wizard duel. Techno: *cocks gun* Magic missile. Ranboo: What the fuck is wrong with you people.
Tommy: So that's my plan. Tubbo: Are you alright with constructive criticism? I don't want to sound mean. Tommy: No, go ahead, I want to hear it. Tubbo: It fucking sucks. Tommy: That's not constructive criticism.
Tommy: I slept for almost 12 hours but I might still be tired so lets go for 12 more just incase. Tubbo: Tommy, that's a coma. Tommy: Sounds festive.
Tommy: Tubbo, I'm sad. Tubbo: *Holds out arms for a hug* It's going to be okay. Philza: Techno, I'm sad. Techno, nodding: mood.
Tommy: bitches b like "im baby" but have childhood trauma and neglect like wtf do u know about being baby u were forced to grow up from an early age anyways I'm bitches
Ranboo, in a high voice, holding barbie: hey ken! I was thinking about going back to school and starting a career! Philza, in a deep voice, holding ken: nonsense, barbie. you're staying home and having my kids Techno: what the fuck are you guys doing? Ranboo: playing systemic oppression
Tommy: We need a distraction. Tubbo: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises? Tubbo, whispering: My time has come
*Tommy and Tubbo sitting in jail together* Tubbo: So who should we call? Tommy: I'd call Philza, but I feel safer in jail
Tommy: I really like this whole 'good guy, bad guy' thing you guys have going on. Tubbo: It's not an act, it's just that I'm mean and Ranboo isn't
Wilbur: You often use humor to deflect trauma Ghostbur: Thank you Wilbur: I didn't say that was a good thing Ghostbur: What I'm hearing is, you think I'm funny
Wilbur: Ghostbur and I have the kind of easy chemistry where we finish each other's- Ghostbur: Sentences. Wilbur: Don't interrupt me.
Tommy: You know, not every problem can be solved with a sword. Revivebur : That's why I carry two swords.
Tommy: I learned some very valuable lessons from this. Revivebur : I'm guessing they are all horrible distortions on the lessons you actually should've taken away. Tommy: Death isn't real, and I'm basically God.
Tommy: You fuckers don't know about my knife stick. It's a knife taped to a stick and it's the ultimate weapon. Revivebur , not looking up from their book: Spear. Tommy: BLOCKED.
Tommy: Remember when you didn't try to solve all your problems with attempted murder? Revivebur : Stop romanticizing the past.
i'm not saying that revivebur would do that in this story or anything ehe
Tommy: Whaddya call a fish with no eye? Revivebur , not looking up: Myxine Circifrons Tommy: Tommy: fsh
Tommy: Please, I'm begging you go to a doctor. Deadbo: I'm sorry is this OUR stab wound? Stay out of it.
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anyways, just a reminder that tommy canonically where's light up sketchers in this story... have a good day!
- sol
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