♡ Bench Trio Oneshots ♡

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(Tommy having a bad day and then seeing the scar on his neck set him off :[ )

Tw/Cw!:
- Scars
- Crying
- Panic attack (?)
- Not too much of a Tw/Cw, but Techno :(
- angst :)
- slight mention of Dream

Enjoy :D
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Tommy was quite bored and tired, to say the least. It wasn't like "I want something to do but I'm tired," kind of mood, it was like "I'm bored but I'm mentally and physically tired to the point I refuse," kind of mood. You get it?

But, nonetheless, Tommy got up and decided to try and find someone to hang out with. Maybe Niki? Yeah, we can go to her.

Tommy put on a jacket, since it was like 60 degrees outside. He got on shoes (since he finally put a floor in his house, he was fucking estatic that he didn't have to wear shoes almost all hours of the day) and got out the door, heading towards Niki's bakery.

After around 30, maybe 45 ish, minutes, he arrived outside Niki's bakery. Ugh, how much he missed this place.

Tommy knocked on the door, then sat outside to wait. He knew Niki had to be here, she usually was. If not, she was either with Puffy or at her house.

After standing outside for another five minutes, disc started to get annoyed, until disc heard Jack's voice arguing with Niki's voice. Disc could barely make it out, but disc could still understand it.

"You don't understand, Niki! He NEEDS to be killed!" Tommy's face contorted into confusion. Who needed to die?

"Jack! I understand your train of thought. I do. But this isn't right!" Tommy was even more confused at Niki yelling. But it had to be something bad if Niki was yelling at Jack.

"TOMMY IS RUINING THIS SERVER!" Tommy's face dropped. Was he ruining the server?

"God dammit," Tommy mumbled to discself. Disc ran disc's fingers through disc's hair, which usually means a sign of distress or something similar, and walked off.

'Maybe Phil? Yeah, I could go visit Phil.' Tommy walked off in the direction of Phil's, hoping he'd be there.

Once the blond got to Phil's, disc knocked on the door. Phil opened the door, and when he saw Tommy, he slightly paled.

"Hey, Phil.." Tommy said awkwardly, then Phil closed the door behind him and talked lowly.

"Hey, Tom. I would love to spend time with you right now, but Techno's here and I don't know how'd he react to you being here. Probably not positively." Phil said quickly, Tommy taking a second to process it.

"Hey, Phil, who was at the-" Techno stepped outside and stopped speaking when he caught Tommy.

"What is he doing here?" Technoblade asked coldly, and it sent a shiver down Tommy's back.

"I- I just wanted to see if Phil could hang out, but he's got you here, so I'll just go." Tommy spoke quickly, but was stopped by Technoblade speaking.

"And why? You betrayed him, too. You chose the government over us!" Technoblade began to raise his voice at Tommy angrily, and Tommy just got pissed.

"I know, but I was choosing my best friend!" Tommy replied, pissed.

"Your "best friend" is part of the government! The government is messed up! Why don't you-" Technoblade began to rant, but was stopped by Tommy's loud shouting.

"GOD, TECHNO," Tommy shouted at the older, "I NEVER SAID YOU WERE WRONG! I KNOW THE GOVERNMENT IS FUCKED! I SHOULD KNOW THAT THE MOST!"

Technoblade stared in disbelief, and Phil stood there nervously. Tommy glared at the piglin, pissed off.

"I should know the government is fucked up the most. My XD, I just wanted to see if Phil was able to spend time with me. Not have an argument with you. I'm leaving." Tommy turned and began to stomp off, hearing Philza and Technoblade trying to call him back.

"PISS OFF!" Tommy snapped, and ignored their calls of worry and sorry.

'I just wanted someone.' Tommy began to run, and ran all the way back to his house. Well, more like his, Tubbo, and Ranboo's house, but oh well.

Disc ran inside and slammed the door, hoping no one was home. No one called out to disc, so disc assumed disc was home alone.

He ran to the bathroom and shut the door, pacing around it. He, then, looked in the mirror and caught a glimpse of the scar Dream made on his neck.

That fucking scar, the one thing that won't let him go of the trauma that was inflicted on him.