TommyInnit angst-shots

•Take It!(pt.2)•

《So like A LONG WHILE AGO, someone had requested a second part to this story! Sorry I hadn't gotten to it, ik I said I would eventually, and never did ahhaa. But here it isss!!》
TW; scar mention, shit talk of Ghostbur, intrusive thoughts (counts but idk)

•No PØV

"Tommy! Tommy please!" Tubbo ran around the tiny island, somehow not finding where the younger was.

"I'm sorry, please come back." Tubbo sobbed into his blazer, wiping the snot on his hand and the ground.

His face became red with sadness and anger, sadness because Tommy had left. Anger because he caused this, he caused Tommy to leave. If only he had taken his best friends side, he knew Dream was lying when he said he was 'hurt'.

He always lies. This SMP is a lie, to Tubbo at least. It promises freedom and resolution, but the only thing you get is slavery and conflict.

Tubbo sat there in his own misery. He wallowed as it started to rain.

"Come on Tubbo," Dream stood over him with his shield out for any monsters. "We can look for him when the rain clears."

"'M staying here." Tubbo stood up and started for Logstedshire, pulling back the tent flaps to wait for his friend.

"I'll let you know if he comes back."

Dream sighed and nodded, oblivious to the utter rage Tubbo felt towards the older. He watched Dream enter the portal, being sucked into the purple void of deathly and merciless screams.

The brunette goat stood in the middle of the tent, the compass and bandana in his clutch. He had left his compass at home, so he couldn't tell where he was, even if he wanted to.

It was in a glass case, sealed shut with red lasers protecting his relics. It reminded him of when Ranboo wasn't around, and wasn't a thing to the SMP. When him and Tommy were the best of buddies. When they listened to Cat and Mellohi on the bench together.

Tubbo sighed and plopped down on the creaky and dusty bed, it looked unused. For weeks now at least. Maybe Tommy slept outside, or in the little hut him and Ghostbur made not too long back, at the beginning of his Exile.

That's when he was allowed visitors, until he started to act up and got punished harshly. Tubbo understood the stuff Ghostbur said. He lies.

He doesn't remember just good memories, he knows everything. He knows everything bad, he knows how Wilbur is in the afterlife and refuses to acknowledge the fact that he lies to everyone.

He wants them to believe that he is a wholesome spirit, and will eventually forget their deepest secrets, but he is a liar. He tells everyone.

The brunette rested his head in his hands, digging his fingers through his locks. His horns poked out from the side of his scarred face, he felt the scars everyday.

••••••

Tubbo waited hours and hours for Tommy's arrival. He never came back.

Tubbo stood up and walked towards the portal, leaving the compass and bandana incase he wanted them back, which was unlikely.

Tommy watched as the goat boy left, wallowing in his sorrow and the fact that his best friend was not his best friend anymore.

Tommy had decided to ditch Logstedshire, but he needed equipment and his belongings. (Which included the bandana and compass, but he'd never admit that.)

Tommy scavenged through his chests, both in the hut and his tent. He decided to leave the enderchest, as he'll find another one somewhere, or make one if he needs to.