SBI oneshots (NOT BEING UPDATED ANYMORE)

Childhood

Hah.

Since i cant get the L'manburg youtooz, im dropping a sad dsmp one-shot on you

(TW: Implied child abuse, fighting, smoking, blood,

+No Pov

Tommy starred at nothing in particular. He was cold, but that wasn't uncommon, even if he wore a long sleeve shirt and was wrapped in his blanket.

He had learnt to ignore the fighting that would sound when the others thought he wasn't listening or was just asleep, He was sometimes thankful they didn't try to do it around him.

The twelve year old blinked as he heard something break, some more yelling and then it fell into the ravine, you can only go downhill so far.

He flinched as more loud bangs and crashes came from outside the room, he held onto his stuffed cow with a death grip.

"YOU'RE ALWAYS LIKE THIS! JUST STOP IT" "WILBUR- LISTEN TO ME-" "NO! LISTEN TO ME, TE-" "WILBUR!" "WHAT!?" "JUST SHUT UP AND CALM DOWN!" "CALM DOWN!? HOW AM-" "WILBUR! STOP IT!"

He shut his eyes tight and curled further into himself.

----

Tommy was just about to fall asleep when somebody had stepped into the room.

He could hear somebody stomping up the stairs, and the harsh breathing of whoever had just entered the only bedroom of this ravine. It was shaky and uneven.

Tommy's eyes instinctively tried to look at the person, but being unable to see them from here, he sat up and looked over at the person as he approached the large beaten and stitched-up-mattress the three people that lived here shared.

The man had a lit cigar in his mouth, crumpled and old. His nose was bloody and his glasses had a broken lens.

Tommy rubbed his eyes, holding his stuffed cow loosely with one arm.

"Wilbah?" He mumbled, not noticing the scowl as the torches in the room had been out since he tried to go to sleep over two hours ago.

He got no response, so he stood up, his shoes were across the room and he was cold, but they all were, he wasn't any more important than Technoblade or Wilbur.

"Wil? Are you okay?" His voice was a bit dry and tired, he looked up at the man who simply took the cigarette out of his mouth, tapped it and shook it's ash off before a sort of glint took hold in his eyes.

"Wilbur?"

"It's nothing Tommy, just stressed." The man smiled, inhaling more of the tabaco.

"Are you sure? Your nose is bleeding." The blonde watched as Wilbur moved to the edge of the mattress, and then a chest, grabbing something out of it.

"Yeah."

Wilbur wiped at his nose with the towel he'd gotten from the chest, looking around the dimly-lit room.

It was a mess, papers and pencils and crayon were scattered around, things Technoblade(Wilbur would rather not think about him right now.) had gotten for Tommy before he arrived.

(When Wilbur questioned why he brought so much kid stuff, Technoblade said: "Tommy's a kid. You can't make him grow up before it's time, Wilbur." In a stern tone.)

There were crude drawings of Tommy and Wilbur and Technoblade, or maybe Tommy and Tubbo or even Tommy and Technoblade.

Stick figures, every one of them.

He could see chicken scratch handwriting(The kid never properly learnt how to form letters.) saying things like: "TubBo and me AfTer thiS is oVEr" (He also never learnt basic grammar rules like every letter after the first should be lowercase.)

Wilbur knew it'd never end.

And it made him so mad he'd not even realized he'd walked up to the kid.

"Wilbur?" Tommy looked at him concerned, hugging his stuffed cow.

Just another thing Technoblade brought.

Wilbur took the cigar from his mouth and grabbed Tommy's wrist, only tightening his grip as the blonde tried to pull away.

----

Technoblade had just finally calmed down.

He walked down the stairs, hearing something that sounded like crying.

He knew he'd gone too far when he'd punched Wilbur's nose, he knew he was in the wrong for that and hoped he'd not hurt him that badly.

But it didn't sound like Wilbur.

Technoblade peeked into the only bedroom, squinting.

All he could do was scoop the child up and hug him as the other refused to let go of his shirt while sobbing.

-Fin

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