Tommyinnit Oneshots

The Levity of a Crowd Is Lonelier than the Quiet of Isolation

Ranboo was Tommy's friend. Even when Tommy was Ranboo's "bully", they were an odd pairing that was somewhere between friendship and submissiveness. Now that Tommy had found his way in the Anti-Craft alliance, they were something more akin to friends. Dream had made it clear to everyone that Tommy would be tolerated but not welcome. Dream was probably the first person to break that rule. As the story went, when Dream saw that Tommy was walking home in the rain, he offered to drop Tommy off. Dream didn't expect Tommy to jump into the passenger seat without much care. Tommy was now part of their group.

Tommy didn't change his personality. He was still a nice jerk. He made fun of people without hesitation, but he never went too far. Most of the time, he was inclusive and overeager to impress. Ranboo found himself drawing more and more comparisons between Tommy and a puppy. When Ranboo shared this with the others, they agreed with Ranboo's logic. Tommy had forced his way into their hearts. Well, he was already in Ranboo's heart, but now Ranboo didn't have to hide his bully-friend. Ranboo could share the oddly fun experiences with the people (other than Tommy) that had helped him recover from his trauma revolving his Dad and Techno.

With all that being said, it should be known that Tommy was an hyperactive and trusting individual with a rude sense of humor. Tommy was happy. He was always at his shining best.

Today was different.

Tommy hadn't been at school for a week. Everyone was worried. Ranboo tried calling Tommy without answer. When the next school week started, Tommy finally came back to school. He had a bandage wrapped around his throat and bandaids on his fingers. His cheeks were puffy, and his eyes were empty. Tommy sat down beside Ranboo like he was being deflated of air. Tommy didn't say anything. He stared straight ahead. Ranboo held his hands up anxiously. "What's wrong, Tommy? What happened-"

"Shut the fuck up," Tommy muttered softly with a voice lacking punch. This wasn't Tommy's sailor's tongue coming through for a joke. This was Tommy genuinely wanting Ranboo to stay silent. Ranboo complied by leaning back against the bench. The bell for first period would ring any minute. Ranboo wanted to leave for his class, but when he looked at Tommy with his unorganized clothes and apathetic aura, Ranboo knew that he wasn't going anywhere.

Tommy exhaled sharply as he leaned down on his knees. His sleeve lowered for Ranboo to see more bandages. Tommy looked over at Ranboo with tears building in his eyes. "Mom died in a car accident last week. She was hit by another car in a parking lot when that car malfunctioned. The brakes wouldn't work. Mom never saw it coming. She was hit straight on. She died right as the ambulance arrived at the hospital. They couldn't bring her back. Her funeral was a few days ago... she's gone, Ranboo."

Tommy broke into a sob. Ranboo couldn't stop his arms as they wrapped around Tommy's shaking form. The blonde buried himself into Ranboo's shoulder. For some reason, Ranboo wondered if this was the first time Tommy was comforted for his Mom's death. Techno wasn't a caring person, and Wilbur was more likely to manipulate someone when they were in pain. Ranboo didn't know anything about Phil, but Techno and Wilbur wouldn't turn out the way they were without a similar parent. Tommy took after his mother. Who did the other two take after? It had to have been their father... there was also the matter of the bandages.

"Hey, it's going to be okay. I'm here now. I won't let go," Ranboo whispered as he carded a hand through Tommy's hair. Tommy didn't stop sobbing, even when Ranboo was sure their second period was coming up. After a little bit, Tommy stood up while wiping his eyes. Tommy seemed sheepish after being caught sharing his emotions. Ranboo wished Tommy would sit back down, but he lifted Ranboo off the bench.

"C'mon, bitch, you shouldn't miss any more classes for Big Man Tommy Innit!" Tommy said with a fake smile as he led Ranboo into the school building. Before they split off for their own classes, Tommy turned back to Ranboo with a face trying to look happy. "I'll be fine, Ranboo. Don't worry about me."

The bell rung. Kids came out of their classroom in big crowds. Ranboo lost Tommy in the crowd. The blonde had disappeared from Ranboo's life... in that moment and for the next week.

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Tommy Innit Craft was a good brother.

That's what Tommy told himself as he stood in the doorframe of Sam's classroom after school was over. Tommy had a vice-like grip around his backpack until the knuckles beneath his bandaids was bone white. He stared at the ground as if it had personally offended him. Tommy felt anxiety building vomit in his throat like a ladder.

"What's up, Toms? Is there something you wanted to talk about?" Sam said. He was one of the few teachers that knew about Tommy's delicate situation with his mother's death. Sam saw how it completely ruined Tommy. The blonde could barely focus in class. He seemed to constantly be in physical pain all over his body. He began muttering in class like a delusional man. Tommy had separated himself from his peers, including his friends. Sam wanted to help. Ranboo and Tubbo had gone to him begging for Sam to help Tommy. The problem was that Tommy never accepted the help. He kept drifting further away from everything.

"I'm a good brother," Tommy said firstly. Sam nodded with a dumbfounded expression. While he had never seen Tommy interact with his older brothers, something about the way Tommy said it made it seem like Tommy needed someone to confirm that fact. Tommy sat down at one of the desks in the front row. "I am a good brother."

Sam nodded again. Tommy sighed as he rubbed his eyes. "I did my research. I'm not talking out of my ass. I've checked the facts. It lines up.  I'm not lying. I'm not exaggerating. I'm telling you this because I'm a good brother."

Sam didn't know why Tommy was so obsessed with being a 'good brother'. Was that ever in doubt? Sam knew that the teachers had put Tommy under scrutiny for being less than his brothers, but it was never discussed the relationship between Tommy and his brothers. All Sam could do was nod. Tommy wasn't even paying attention. "I love Wilbur. He's always been there for me. This time, I have to be there for him even if this makes me a horrible brother."

Sam was intrigued but he didn't say anything. Tommy started to rub the bandages around his wrists. "Wilbur has dissociative personality disorder. There's Wilbur, the person everyone knows at school. There's these other... personalities that I gave names. There's Ghostbur. He's a childish shell of a person that doesn't remember the other personalities. We have President Wil who is charismatic, and he knows that there are... others. The last is the one I called Evilbur. He isn't evil... he's violent. Ever since I was little, he would... well, it doesn't matter. I knew about this. Techno... he's on the spectrum, so he doesn't understand the emotional signs that a different personality has emerged. Dad isn't around enough. Wilbur never stayed with Mom. I knew about this. I didn't want others to... make fun of Wilbur or treat him differently. I didn't want him taken away to a hospital. I was selfish... but I was a good brother."

Sam listened intently. This wasn't a joke. Whether or not it was true, Tommy believed wholeheartedly that his brother has DID. Sam had the common sense to listen. Tommy looked at the bandages. "But I can't take it. With Mom gone, the entirety of Wilbur has been under stress. Ghostbur has refused to come out. Evilbur is constantly there. I can't keep dealing with the abuse and grief. It's hard enough that my mom is gone... I can't let Wilbur keep falling down. He needs help that I can't give anymore. That maybe I never could give but tried to. I need help, Sam. Please."

Tommy was desperate. Sam could see it in his eyes, posture, aura, and that grim frown he wore. Sam stood up from his desk to lean down beside Tommy. He held Tommy's shoulder comfortingly. "I will do everything I can to help. You're a good brother, Tommy. I swear it's true."