(HEAVILY BEING RE-WRITTEN!!!) Tommyinnit Oneshots ; Mostly Angst

Tea party

I might take requests(idk) but I do have one to be done and it'd nearly finished then I can resttttt

Tw:
Knifesss
Death,
Swearing
Stabbing
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Tommy POV:

I was being chased, I don't know who, but I had to run. He was crazy and terrifying, he was fast too. I didn't want to die, I can out run him...

No, he was to fast, he'll catch up in no time. I turned all the corners I could, making sharp turns to throw him off.
It never did, no matter how fast, his maniac laughing always made me slower. It gave me chills and made me feel like spiders were crawling on my back.

"Please help!!" I screamed, the pain going through my lungs as it came out. No one was around, it was a remote area and at night. Why did I bother even visiting my family..

"Nothing is coming to help you, you're here..with me." He snarled running faster about to grab my wrist.
I dodged it, by a hair running faster.

I don't know who he was but his voice was laced with nothing but Hate. It made me sick to my stomach.
I couldn't do anything, it hurt to run, to breathe..

I tripped over a garbage bag, it was right in front of me. Why didn't I see it?

I went face first into the pavement, grazing my face. It stung but I couldn't do anything, I was in pain.
Everything hurt. I sat up, looking around. I was longing to see a face that wasn't the psychopath running up to me.
He had a grin on his face, ear to ear.

He was gripping on a knife, covered in blood. He was preparing for this.
I couldn't do anything, he just launched at me. Knife swing back to forth, cutting parts of my skin.
The Alley was filled with nothing but my screams as he went deeper.

This couldn't be it, I had a life to live.
..

As the knife swung faster, it made it hard to stay awake. Losing blood isn't fun, it was painful.
My blood stained the Pavement, my screams stained the alley.
Waiting for help isn't fun either, knowing you are a moment away from death.

So it happened, he launched at my face, impaling my skin, going right through.
Screams weren't enough, I passed out.

Dead.
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I woke up, in a black room.
There wasn't a touch of blood on me, nor anywhere else.
I'm free. It was all I dream..

Well I hoped.

The door opened showing a figure, small...figure to be exact walking into the room.

It seemed to be a girl, a child.
She looked sad..
She saw me, but ignored me.
Grabbing a few things from all the drawers she had.

Before going to her table and setting out what looked like a kitchen set.
I smiled finding it adorable, before I heard a weak voice.

"Mr-..Do y-.." she paused, regaining her breathe before carrying on, "you w-wanna play tea party's?"
I nodded, I didn't know why I am here or who this girl is, but a need to protect her washed over me.
"Of course, I want to." I smiled, heading over to the little table and chair.
She smiled too, happy I agreed.

"Here—" she mumbled, pulling out the chair and patting it. I reluctantly sat down, but still feeling excited.
She sat next to me, humming a sad tune.

"What's your name, mr?" She finally spoke again, starting at me with wide eyes.
"Oh! My names—.." I stopped. What's my name..?

How did I forget my name..
It was important, how did I forget it..

Did I even have one?.

"Can I call you Bear?..since your hair has looks fluffy." She asks, I nodded.
The name seemed cute and harmless, "sure!" I said, grinning.
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That happened everyday, her coming Into her room looking sad.
Always saying, "bear! Let's play!" And I agreed.

It was always the same, and I didn't mind.
Though I was lonely, and I didn't know what my purpose was or why I wasn't in heaven or hell, I didn't mind.
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It was until she turned 9, I was with her the whole way, picking her up when falling, making sure she's okay.

She came back from school, looking a little angry.
That was fine, but she didn't call my name out like usual.

"H-hey..Cassidy? You okay?" I went to grab her shoulder, but she faced the opposite   Way.

"Leave me alone, bear." She said, rolling her eyes. That hurt me, but it felt like I was hurt more..

"Okay, I'll leave you alone.." I sigh sadly before going into the makeshift bed, she made for me when we first met. I couldn't touch objects unless I was handed them, meaning I was useless.

She didn't speak to me that day, she didn't speak to me for a week.
Then a month.

I got worried, we always played after school, it made me feel lonely again.
Her birthday was today, so I wanted to get her a gift, that she wanted for a long  time.

An actual friend.
One that is her age, one that knows their name.
And one..

That isn't an imaginary friend..

So I did.
And over time, she forgot about me...
I started to fade..