Daisies - An SBI Family story :)

Chapter 11: Your new friend, Your new life

(Trigger warning: Slight mention of Suicide)

Tubbo panted next to Ranboo and Tommy. Tommy was still sitting on the ground, not caring enough to get up.

"T-Tom, what's up with you? Why are you ignoring me?" Tubbo asked with a gasp. Tommy stopped looking at Ranboo's eyes and instead at the white-spotted ground underneath him.

"Also, where were you? You just hung up on me last night. A-and you weren't at the park." Tubbo said. Tommy didn't move his gaze from the ground.

"D-did... did I miss something?" Ranboo asked awkwardly.

"I'm surprised he didn't tell you all about it..." Tommy hissed.

"What do you mean?" Tubbo asked his friend.

"Well, you'd always tell me about your day until you got another friend!" Tommy said, getting up from the floor. The halls were about empty now, and it was only the three boys standing together.

"So I assumed he'd taken that role! I assumed you told him all about me! Or am I not good enough for gossip?!" Tommy yelled.

"T-Tom... what the hell are you talking about?" Tubbo asked. Tommy wiped his eyes and bite the inside of his cheek to keep from making a sobbing sound. Last night he had realized that Tubbo had replaced him with Ranboo and that he wasn't needed him anymore.

"You don't need me anymore... Ranboo's you're new best friend..." Tommy said, his voice shaking. Though he wasn't looking, he could tell both Ranboo and Tubbo were staring at him.

"Tommy, who told you that?"

"No one. N-no one had to, I already knew! I know that me and you... w-were too different!" Tommy then stood up and was about to walk away, when Tubbo grabbed his arm.

"Tommy... Tommy, you're my best friend in the world. Ranboo is my best friend too. People can have more than one best friend. And-"

"You think I don't know that?! What it's like to share with other people?! God, on my 7th birthday my brother ran away! I had to let people care for him more than me on my own birthday! But at least they made it up to me by throwing a huge one the next year! You have never made this up to me, Tubbo! Y-you just left, and now you're not inviting me anywhere! I-I mean, my families falling apart, and you expect me to be okay with getting replaced?!" Tommy's screams echoed through the empty hallway as some kids ran past, trying to get to lunch.

"Replaced?! Tommy, are you crazy?! I never replaced you, I just made a friend... a-and aren't you happy? I'm learning how to socialize!"

"No, I'm not happy! I never will be, okay?! I mean... my brother just ran away with his girlfriend and my father probably has depression a-and my older brother is probably having the time of his life 4 train rides away!" Tommy yelled. Then, after the echoes stopped, everything was silent. Tubbo and Tommy just staring at each other, and Ranboo kinda just standing there, awkwardly.

"W-what...? Wait... Wil ran away? Is that why you..." Tubbo said after a long silence.

"L-leave me alone, you asshole!" Tommy yelled, yanking his arm from Tubbo's grasp. Tommy then started running through the hallways, crying the whole time. He was going to the men's restroom, and his backpack seemed so much heavier than it had earlier.

When Tommy got into the bathroom, it was completely empty. He went into one of the stalls and sat on the toilet. He then grabbed his water bottle out of his bag and opened it. He then pinched his nose and started chugging down the water. 



Phil sat on his bed, looking at a picture of him and Kristin. He had kept just that one, knowing he would still miss her. The picture had been wrinkled in many places due to water exposure, and it had little tears all around it. It looked old, really. That was as simple as you could put it. It had been loved but in the wrong ways. It had been looked at a lot, for better or worse.

As Phil looked at the picture, he then realized he had forgotten to check his mailbox. He sighed, got off his bed, and placed the picture in his spot. He walked down the stairs slowly, not having the motivation to go at a normal pace. As he walked, he heard many creaks in the stairs. He had tried to fix it, but then he realized there was no use. The stairs would always creak, whether you try to fix it or not... it builds pressure either way and starts to creak under all the people it holds.

As Phil turned the front door's handle, his mind went back to his late wife. He wished the two hadn't settled down so early. They should have had fun. So they could live a wonderful life together until Kristin's inevitable death would've occurred.

Phil walked outside in his black and green robe, and he opened the mailbox. He then pulled out a pile of mail and started back to his front door. He closed the door behind him and quickly skimmed through all the mail. Most were garbage, but one. It was a letter. Phil couldn't even begin to remember the last time he had received a letter from anyone. As he threw the bills and ads on the kitchen counter, he read the front of the letter to see his name written on it in neat cursive. Philza himself had wanted each of his boys to learn cursive, but only successfully taught his oldest, Techno. After Wilbur had cried from Phil correcting him too much, he gave up and so did Philza.

After making the small connection between the letter and his son, Philza tore open the letter to see who it might've been from. He unfolded the piece of paper and his eyes went straight to the bottom of the page. He then saw that it was signed Technoblade Watson, to which Phil smiled at. He had a strange feeling in his gut that Techno had died after he stopped responding to Philza's texts. Phil also had thought that maybe Techno didn't want to talk to him, or maybe got a new number. So many ideas that once floated around in Phil's head were erased as he went back to the top of the page.

Philza's eyes darted from right to left then back as he quickly took in the words. He read and read until he reached the end of the letter. He grew sad that the letter was finished, but he was overjoyed at what his son had told him; that he was doing alright for himself. Phil then decided that he would write back—mostly just because he needed something to do. Though it was a Monday, Phil had gotten the day off due to his boss getting in a car accident. Also, he had just been very sad that day. He had woken up that morning, and a part of him wished he hadn't... 

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