SBI oneshots (NOT BEING UPDATED ANYMORE)

Trust fall

I should just re-name this to mostly tommyinnit angst oneshots with a little sbi fluff in there that updates once a month.

cuase thats all this is anymore tbh

anyway my 2 am brain and tiktok fyp said fuck you. no happy holiday oneshot LMFAO

TW's: Suicide, hallucination, injuries, sickness, suicidal thoughts, Tommys exile arc(I know a few people who cant watch it bc of the themes so im putting this more as a CW but shh)

+Tommy's POV (wow I wrote 1st person)

The sun was just rising.

It was just barely above the ocean.

Everything I worked for,

Everything I made, all my progress was gone.

Dream had blown it up.

I sit on the very top of my tower, staring at the rising sun, over the year and a half I've been here (I think it's been that long? I'm 16 right?) I grew used to the cold of exile.

My skin is numb from the amount of picking, my hands sting and my feet are throbbing.

But it's hard to feel it over the injuries from the explosions, it's hard to hear anything over the ringing in my ears and the voices in my head.

'Jump, Jump, Jump'

That's all I hear.

It's refreshing to think of, in a way.

I stare down at my hands, bloody from trying to save what items I could after Dream left.

I think of how useless I've been.

And how more useful me jumping would be.

Tubbo said im a liability, i'm dangerous for L'manaburg.

He's the only one I really mattered to, I know that after Wilbur.

'Jump, Jump, Jump' is all I hear now.

I'm alone, Dream hates me now.

I'd been such a good boy too.

Why'd I keep the chest?

I don't remember.

Oh...

Why don't I just jump?

It's instantly over.

Isn't it?

I don't really want to, I suppose that the reason I always kept pushing, kept surviving.

But the freedom I'd find in death might be refreshing.

Maybe i'd be reborn and soar as a bird, or maybe i'd become a ferocious bear, scaring all my enemies.

That's better than being some stupid imp who's stuck in exile, isn't it?

I drop my hand's and stare at the old cut on my knee.

It was reopened from explosion debris, the surrounding area was sickly.

It made me remember how sick i'd gotten when Dream left.

My stomach just turned after it was all blown up and I don't remember much.

Just trying to gather what survived.

Gods..why was I one of the things that did?

And then, I hear it.

"Tommy!"

I know that voice.

I look over the edge.

It's Tubbo, he's cupping his hands around his mouth and shouting my name.

"Hey! Tommy! Come down! I'll catch you!"

He isn't here, is he?

I stare at him, brown hair and the bleached patch where he got hit by the fireworks.

He's wearing his president's suit and smiling, waving to me, holding his arms out.

I don't want to say it but I think I'm crying now.

My eyes and heavy and sting and I can feel liquids running down the side of my face, leaving clear tails in the dirt and grime.

I Stand up quickly.

"Tubbo!" I yell back,

"Tommy!" He yells back.

"I'll catch you!" He screams.

And I believe him.

+No Pov(Ha, didn't hold that 1st person for long did I?)

He stares at the sight before him, quivering.

He shook in his nice, leather shoes and nice, clean presidents suit.

Tubbo looked so out of place, gripping to the death tower made of an assortment of blocks, keeping himself up, trying to keep his food down.

He shut his eyes and whimpered.

Gods.

A deep, dry red splatter of blood lays on the late-morning grass.

The flower, a daisy, was now a deep red like the grass around.

What had once been his friend, was laying peacefully in the grass, eyes shut and face at peace.

The wounds on him were old, and clear tear tracks on his dirt-covered face were there.

But no tears were coming out of his eyes to tell Tubbo he was alive.

No chest rising and falling peacefully to fein sleep.

Nothing.

Tubbo's knees buckled and he allowed himself to scream.

One time, Wilbur taught him, Tommy, and Fundy a game called 'trust fall'.

In this game you shut your eyes and fall back into the person behind you.

You put all trust in that person to not drop you.

That game was called trust fall.

And the only thing Tubbo could wish for now? For christmas?

The one thing he wanted was for his friend to come back.

That was the one thing he wanted to believe would happen.

He wanted to believe that it'd happen,

so, so badly.

-Fin

Ha.

Cry

(No, I did not loop Two birds, The Fall, Alien blues or I love you so while making this. Not at all. /j)

Probably shouldn't of made this and posted it in december, or on Christmas eve, because that makes it sadder, but that just means its better because its accurate >:)

But happy holidays, boys, girls, enbys and everybody else :D

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