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You're not fast enough Tommy.

Who requested: No one

Type: Angst

Description: Tommy is locked in a strange place in his mind, running from something, unaware of what it wants.

~TW: Strange faces, Horror, Dead body, mentions of suicide~

What the fuck did I tell you Tommy.

Tommy shot up drenched in sweat, eyes watering and throat dry. After a couple minutes of panicking, he finally calmed down and decided to go wash his face. 

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The lights in the bathroom buzzed, and flickered on, but he didn't mind, he was just too tired to deal with it. He turned on the faucet and ran the water over his shaky hands, cupping just enough of it to splash his face. It was cold water, but it made his burning face feel good so he didn't mind. Tommy washed the water off his face, and accidentally found himself staring at the mirror, something seemed off about it. He couldn't tell what it was, but it felt like there was something wrong with his eyes. He stared for another minute convincing himself it was all in his head.  So he was about to turn around, when his "reflection" smiled. Tommy was NOT smiling.

The smile was not a normal smile either, it was a really thin smile, but it stretched all the way across its face. Tommy was terrified, he couldn't move, he was so scared that his feet felt frozen to the floor, and no matter how hard he tried to move them, it was like they had grown roots, and he wasn't going anywhere. The lights flickered, and the smiling reflection, was gone. It was just Tommy now, frozen in fear, shaking. He felt like he couldn't breath, and his heart was pounding like a drum. 

-CRASH-

A loud crash came from a door downstairs, and then the whole world went silent. There were no footsteps, no screaming, no broken glass sound, nothing. It was silent. Then the lights buzzed louder, and a giant white light glossed over everything, it was so bright that Tommy couldn't help but close his eyes. 

Then the bright light was gone, just like that, Tommy burst out of the bathroom running to Wilbur's room, but he wasn't there. Neither was Techno in his room. Or Philza in his room. No one was there. He was all alone.

Don't worry Tommy, you're not alone. You have ME.

Tommy felt a hand grab his shoulder, he turned around coming face-to-face with a closed door. There was no one there. He looked all around the room seeing nothing or no one else. He was the only one. 

YOU CAN'T RUN YOU CAN'T RUN YOU CAN'T RUN YOU CAN'T RUN YOU CAN'T RUN

It just kept getting louder and louder, and Tommy passed out. He was too scared.

Awww, poor Tommy, I told you what would happen when I got free, how CARELESS could you be. Always letting people down. You will never be good enough, You're not fast enough to out run yourself Tommy.

(Timeskip to the next morning)

(Wilbur POV)

"Tommy, it's time for breakfast, come on, if you don't answer me or come out then I'm coming in," Wilbur said, annoyed that he was forced to come get him, "Tommy come on." Wilbur said, "fine I'm coming in then." Wilbur opened the door, and dropped to the ground on his knees. "TOMMY," Wilbur screamed out. Philza and Techno came running to the door from behind Wilbur, and saw Tommy's dead body hanging there, lifelessly, rocking back and forth from the rotating fan.

I always tried to tell him he wasn't fast enough to out run his feelings, I guess they finally caught up to him.

Hello Lovelies, thank you for reading this part, I'm very sorry I have been gone for so long, but I'm back now, and I'm hoping to start writing again :], I hope you have a wonderful day/night/evening, and make sure to drink some water, and stay safe, Love you guys ♥ ~Clove

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