this is a request!!!!
i loved the idea so i literally started writing it straight away :>
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'DAD GUESS WHAT!' tubbo ran through the door shouting excitedly. 'what is it tubs?!' wilbur asked.
'I GOT 98% in my maths exam!' he was absolutely delighted, happily accepting the praise his father and brothers, techno and wilbur were giving him.
tommy walked in, also pretty happy with his 71% paper. he heard tubbo shout his score and suddenly felt a little embarrassed about his one.
'hey tommy, tubbo got a 98% what did you get?!' wilbur asked ruffling tubbos hair proudly.
'i- uh.' he stuttered, 'i forgot.'
'oh okay.' wilbur said, furrowing his brow but when shrugging his shoulders and turning his attention back to tubbo.
that's when it started. when tommy began to feel alone.
the next time an incident like this happened was about a week later, tubbo had been chosen to play the piano at a school concert.
'TUBBO!!this is so awesome!' techno shouted after hearing the news. phil, wilbur and techno had immediately showered tubbo with praise.
tommy sat at the table watching this unfold, he felt jealous and upset, he wanted them to give him attention. no matter how selfish and childish that sounded tommy felt left out and worthless. like nothing he did mattered anymore because tubbo would always do something better than him.
he stalked upstairs, sitting at his desk with his head in his hands. tears dropped steadily down his cheeks. it hadn't even just been those two things thinking about it. i was all the hair ruffles and random ice cream outings and praise they had give tubbo without tommy, the movie nights he hadn't been invited too.
he began to stay in his room, he didn't even care anymore. he would get up go to school come back and stare at his ceiling. barely moving. he honestly felt numb. no one ever talked to him, what even was the point
he had been doing an art piece at school, art was tommy's thing. he was very good at it, however the fact he had so little energy and care meant that his marked piece came out not as good as usual and so yet again tubbo beat him.
'tubbo that drawing is so good.' phil remarked proudly.
tommy watched, his eyes glistening with tears of envy and sadness.
techno noticed this. he saw tommys expression, 'tommy?' he asked softly.
tommy jumped, 'huh' he replied.
'what's wrong?' techno asked, worriedly now.
'i- nothing it's fine don't worry.' he replied mumbled.
techno frowned, 'tommy, come here, i know there is.'
he gestured at tommy to follow him, which he did.
they arrived at technos bedroom and he closed the door. 'tommy, what's wrong.' he repeated the question again.
'everything.' he muttered, tears pooling in his eyes.
techno pulled tommy closer, the boy clung to him, craving the touch.
'i just, i- tubbo keeps doing great at everything a- and i'm scared you're all forgetting me.' he said, his lip quivering.
'tommy. i'm so sorry.' techno breathed.
'is that why you've been hiding tests from us? and staying in your bedroom all day? cause you thought we wouldn't care because tubbo had done better?' techno asked, piecing everything together.
'yeah.' tommy sniffled.
techno picked tommy up, sitting on his bed with the boy still attached to him, 'we don't care if you get 0% or 100% we're still proud of you.' he said, he grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around tommy who was looking tired.
'have you been sleeping well tommy?' he asked.
'no.' tommy replied.
'sleep here okay.' he said kindly.
tommy nodded, closing his eyes and almost immediately falling asleep.
techno picked up tommy gently, keeping the blanket wrapped around him. he carried tommy downstairs, 'phil? wilbur? tubbo?' he shouted softly, trying not to wake tommy.
'what is it?' 'yeah?' 'what?' each of them replied, coming into the living room where techno was stood with tommy.
'is he okay.' phil asked worriedly, rushing over to tommy. 'well no but in the injured sense you're thinking yes he's fine.' he lay tommy on the sofa, and began explaining to the three of them what happened, recounting the look of pure upset tommy had shown before.
'i feel so bad.' wilbur whispered.
phil nodded.
'i didn't mean to make him feel like that.' tubbo added sadly.
phil was squeezing tommys hand and wilbur was stroking his hair.
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tommy woke up a while later, he looked around, he was lay on the sofa. techno wilbur phil and tubbo were all lying around him, each fast asleep but they were all close to him.
they finally understood.
they finally cared.
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i hope this was good!
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