Arriving home he immediately went upstairs to his room, shouting a hello to his mother before closing the door. Tommy dropped his bag on the floor and slumped on the bed sighting heavily.Today was acually the worst. His eyes started to get heavy but the voice yelled at him causing him to flinch. Are you really gonna sleep now you waste of space?? Go help your mom with dinner spoiled brat. "You're right i am a brat" he murmured before standing up and making his way downstairs. "Hi mom can i help you with dinner?". "Are you okay Toms? You never help me with dinner" joked his mom, making him feel bad. Ouch told you how worthless you are. "Haha yea no i just think i don't appreciate you enough... But i also want to learn how to cook which is the main reason of course hehe. He added awkwardly. Can't even compliment her. "Alright come here and cut the vegetables"said his mom smiling at him warmly.
They spend an hour cooking and Tommy honestly enjoyed it, except for his tiredness and his mind laughing at every small mistake he made. "Alright Toms could you put the forks on the table and get your father?". "Sure" he replied making his way to his dads office. Peeking his head through the door, tommy told his dad that dinner was ready and got seated. His mom placed a plate with spaghetti in front of him, which made him realize he would actually have to eat it. Internally panicking he looked at his plate with wide eyes. You can't eat that. "I know i don't even want to but how do i get out of this??". Use that tiny brain of yours. "Uhh mom i acually have a lot of homework so uhm can i take the food upstairs?" He looked down embarrassed. Wow real smooth. "Oh sure toms just make sure not to make a mess" she said kind as always. Look at you now you're even lying to your own mother. "B-but you told me-" and now you're blaming something else for your selfishness?? Pathetic. He felt helpless and tears started to form. At least finish what you started. " I'm sorry mom" he whispered while the pasta flushed down the toilet. Returning to his room, he went to the desk and sat down. After calming himself he started doing his homework, or atleast tried cause his brain was empty.
The clock read 9pm when he finally somehow finished one assignment. He would have to do the others tomorrow he groaned. His phone buzzed calling for his attention as he reached over.
Tubbs
Hey tommy wanna stream now?Tommy
Yeaaa sure lemme get ready be on in a sec."Fuck" he exclaimed. "I completely forgot we planned on streaming". While he was turning on his Pc, he looked in the mirror from across the room, mocking his pathetic self. "I look disgusting. Why would anyone want to see me?. He thought. "Can i not just", he pulled at his skin, " make the flaws dissapear?
You are nothing, nobody likes you. "You're right why would they like me I'm pathetic just look at me. I need to make sure they like me i can't loose my only friends."You know if i don't need dinner, i can just miss lunch and breakfast as well...."
For the first time in weeks the voice didn't complain and an overwhelming feeling of relief filled him. He was finally doing something right. "Soon i will be perfect", he thought smiling at himself.
A discord call interrupted his thoughts and he accepted. "Hey bossman ready for some trolling?" The voice of tubbo appeared in his headphones. "HELLOO i was born ready bitch". He yelled in his usual loud persona while fixing his camera angle." Alright u gonna start streaming now?". " Yee lemme deafen for a sec". He said and started his stream. "WELCOME BACK to the stream guys how are you boys how are you" he yelled, earning some pogchamps in the chat. "Today we gonna do some trolling mhhmm" he explained the plans and undeafened.
~Time skip after stream~
He leaned back in his chair after clicking the end button. He honestly loved streaming it just took his mind off things for a while.
As he sat there the voice started yelling again. Do something you worthless piece of shit. Sighting he took out a notebook and wrote every single name of his friends in it. He tried to come up with things to make them like him more but he couldn't think of anything good. You can't do anything right the voice laughed at him. Tommy began doodling his friends or just anything revolving them until it was nearly 2am.This looks like shit you can't even draw properly. Practice it. Oh and while you're at it you're bad at a lot of things we need to change that tommy.
"But I'm tired-"
Too bad we need to make sure they like you so get your ass to work.
Without any energy left he didn't complain and just started following the voices commands. He practiced everything his mind was telling him to do and spend his whole night doing stuff without taking a break once. By the time he was done it was around 6am and he was exhausted. Too bad his mind wasn't done yet.
Go ask dream to practice pvp he's so much better than you.
"Oh. Ok" he whispered half asleep while sitting down on his chair. Luckily timezones exist so dream was online. Tommy messaged him and received an alright moments after. "Wassup dream" he said yawning quietly. "hey tommy you ready?". "Mhmh" he just answered too tired to speak. You unpolite brat. "Oh uhm i mean yes i am thank you for helping me".
You can't even do the bare minimum.
"No problem dude"They started fighting but tommy zoned off a lot which made him fail every single time. " Tommy are you alright?" Dream asked, his voice filled with concern. Tommy was unusually quiet and his pvp skills were horrible. "Yea I'm fine" he grumpily replied while giving into the tiredness and shutting his eyes. " You seem rather off today are you sure?"
A quiet hum was heard, before a light snore appeared. "Did tommy just fall asleep?" was running through dreams mind while he was looking at the clock. "Oh dang it's 6am in the uk why tf was he awake so early?" he questioned himself. Promising to keep an eye on the young boy he ended the call.
An: Alrightyy another chapter done!!
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The Person behind the Screen.(Tommyinnit Angst)
FanfictionThis is a Tommyinnit angst. Tommy doesn't have a bad life. He has loving parents and supportive friends. There is no reason to feel bad but so why does he?