The Person behind the Screen.(Tommyinnit Angst)

3. Hunger

The ringing of his alarm startled the young boy as he woke up covered in sweat from a nightmare. His eyes were heavy, with huge eyebags and his body was aching. Just like the night before, tommy hasn't been sleeping in bed only this time on his desk. "This isn't gonna be a daily thing now is it" he mumbled while trying to keep his eyes open. Looking over at his clock he groaned. It read 7am. "I slept two hours..." Two hours too much bitch the voice came back making him frustrated. "Please be quiet" he whispered half asleep.

Get your ass up fattie. "Fine" he groaned. Tommy walked over to his closet while rubbing his eyes. Good now we work on getting rid of that fat "Alright" he said and got dressed. Being incredibly tired didn't help the already unfit boy who was struggling a lot. By the time he was done he was sweating his ass off." Gosh why am i so fucking out of shape he questioned annoyed at himself.
You are pathetic "yea" he said his face pressed against the floor. He wasn't able to stand up nor move a bit. The floor isn't too bad afterall. He fell asleep immediately.

A loud knock on his door caused the sleepy boy to wake up the second time today. "Toms you awake?" "Yea mom I'm up" he called slowly standing up. His door opened and his mother's head peeked into the room. "Breakfast is ready hunny" she said adding an "oh my, open the windows please it smells," before closing the door.

His cheeks flushed as he smelled his shirt. You smelly ass. Tommy quickly took a shower before going downstairs. "Hey son decided to join us too?" His father asked his typical dad joke, looking up from the newspaper. "Morning dad this looks really good" he said pointing at the eggs and bacon" but I'm acually not that hungry. He explained while getting a glass of water and chugging it. "You sure?" he asked looking at the now empty glass. "Yea" he assured before making his way upstairs again.

Tommy spend his whole day writing lore for the smp, while listening to the same song on repeat. Throughout the day his mom came up to check on him, asking if he was hungry but Tom just shrugged it of by saying he was busy.

He needed to stay busy to shut the hunger out.

It was around 9pm when he got a dm from wilbur asking if he wanted to stream. He agreed and loaded his computer starting among us. Looking at discord he saw a lot of people in the call which made him slightly anxious. He never really liked joining big groups of people so this time wasn't different. Taking a deep breath he joined and got immediately greeted by an enthusiastic Tubbo. "Hi Tommy!" he exclaimed which made him chuckle. " What's up tubss" he replied feeling better. He started his stream and quickly greeted the viewers.

The game went by pretty smoothly and he got some nice imposter rounds. That was until his mother told him to come eat dinner. "I'm streaming mom" he yelled back earning laughter from everyone. "Tommy you haven't eaten all day I'm worried." " It's fine mom I'll eat afterwards." He explained awkwardly. "Alright hunny' she said not fully convinced and walked away.

" Hahahahaha alright anyway-"
"You haven't eaten anything today Tommy?" Wilbur interrupted him. "I was busy Will" he whined trying to escape the situation. " You have to eat Tommy" Dream added. He started panicking. " I will man after the stream." Before they could try to convince him more the end of discussion time saved the now sweating boy.

Tommy exhailed relieved but his panic stayed. His screen started to shake and he looked down at his hands which were causing it.
"What the" he whispered before his breathing sped up. Oh fuck no nononono not now. Tommy looked over at his chat spamming him to move his character before he'd get killed. His breating worsened and his eyes wandered around the room trying to find Something to help him.

A small pocket knife caught Tommy's gaze and he picked it up. He often read about other people using a knife to cope with their pain however he never planned on doing it himself. But here we were. There was no going back as the voices were screaming at him to do it. Giving in he moved the blade across his wrist causing him to gasp. His eyes followed the pocket knife, his father gifted him for scouts when he was five, which was now harming his wrist and leaving trails of blood.

Adding at least 3 more cuts he came back to reality and realized what he had done. His breating was back to normal but left him in a state of numbness. Looking up at his game he saw only his ghost flying in the exact same spot he never left this round. Somebody must have killed me. His thoughts were stating the obvious. Looking over at chat he saw some angry messages as well as concerned ones asking him if he was alright. Looking back at his wounds under the desk and clearing his throat, he said a quick goodbye and ended the stream.

Tommyinnit has left the game.

An: haha chill anyway so what do you think about this chapter?
Take care about yourself today and remember you are loved <3