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𝐷𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝐴𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐼𝑠𝑠𝑢𝑒𝑠

TW: drinking, alcohol, crying

Tommy's POV
minutes later

I sat in the corner of my room in the floor, staring at the drawer on the other side of the room that hid my bottle.

I had promised Ranboo I wouldn't do it again, but, promise is just a word, and it never really lives up to its full potential.

I thought, fuck it, and stood up. I walked over to the drawer and opened it, pulling out my decently-sized bottle of whatever alcohol this was. I never paid attention to if it was whiskey or anything, but just the fact that it's alcohol, and I feel better when I drink it. All I knew was that I'd drank it before back 'home.'

I opened it and, without hesitation, took a gulp. The familiar, bitter taste hit my tongue. I'd been a while since I had anything to drink.

Ranboo's POV

I finished telling them everything I knew, including Tommy being able to talk to animals, and his drinking problem. They were skeptical about the animal thing, but they still believed it. Especially after what's happened with Patches and that dog and the birds.

They were just upset about that fact that he drinks.

"That's crazy. Why has he never told us this?" Techno asked. "Because, one, that'd be hard to explain over discord. And two, he thought we'd think he was lying, or call him a freak like his parents did." I replied.

Everyone was very quiet, and for a very long time. Suddenly, Patches jumped off of Dreams lap and ran upstairs. "Should we worry about that?" Wilbur asked. I shrugged.

We decided to leave it alone, which wasn't the best idea in the long-run.

A little while after Patches left, she came back, meowing loudly. That's when we decided to check on Tommy.

Dream, Techno, Phil, Wilbur, and I all went up while everyone else stayed downstairs. We didn't wanna crowd him too badly incase he was upset.

I approached his door and knocked.

"Tommy? You ok in there?" I asked. He didn't reply. "Tommy?" He groaned.

He's drunk.

Tommy's POV

Usually when I drink, I don't feel anything, but it was different today. I had my back against the door, and all I could do was cry for some reason. I didn't even fully know why I was crying.

I hated my life. Everything about it just made me so hopeless.

I turned up the bottle and took a big swig of it. Whenever I took a sip, though, I just got sadder. I knew what I'm doing was bad, but I usually don't care. I guess I got sadder when I drank since I had promised Ranboo that I wouldn't.

I felt like Felix. Drinking all the time, thinking I'd solve every. Was I becoming like him? I sure hope not.

I drank more and more, hoping I would feel better.

I heard a scratch on my door and a faint meow.

I quietly opened the door to see Patches.

"Heyyyy kityyyy!" She meowed, but I couldn't completely understand her. "What're youuu doing heree?" I slurred over my words. She meowed again, and ran off. That made drunken me more sad. I closed my door again and took another swig of my drink.

I continued to drink, and once that bottle was over half gone, that's when it stared to work on me. That's when I started feeling like nothing was wrong. Like everything was perfect. Like I wasn't abused or anything.

I laid back on my bed, taking another sip, nearly choking on it since I was laying down.

I got back up and walked to the other side of my room and slid down the wall. I put the nearly empty bottle in my lap and looked around my room. Everything was swaying.

I heard footsteps from outside my door, and then knocking.

"Tommy? You ok in there?" Ranboo asked. I didn't say anything. "Tommy?" "Mmmmm." I groaned.

"Are you drunk?!" He asked.

I heard my door handle turn, and the door opened. My drunk ass had forgotten to lock it after Patches left. "Tommy!" Ranboo gasped. He came into my room, with a few others behind them, and ran over to me, spotting the almost empty bottle.

"You drank this whole thing?!" Ranboo asked. "Nooo?" I drug out the word. "There's stiill soomeee!" I pointed to the small amount in the bottom. "That's like three sips!" He said. "Still sommmethingg!"

"Your lungs are gonna collapse!" They said. I shrugged.

Ranboo snatched the bottle from my hands and handed it to Phil.

"Give it backkk!" I whined. "No. One more sip could kill you!" Phil said. I stuck my tongue out at him. "You're no fun!" I stumbled my words.

"Can someone go get him some water?" Ranboo asked. "I will." Phil said, jogging out of the room with my bottle that I paid a hundred dollars for.

Phil's POV

I jogged downstairs with the bottle.

"Is everything ok?" Puffy asked. "No. Tommy drank all of this." I said, holding up the basically empty bottle.

Everyone looked really shocked.

"Is he ok?!" Tubbo asked. "I don't know. He just drank almost a liter of straight up whiskey or whatever this is! He's probably gonna black out and wake up with a nasty hangover." I said.

I left to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, and poured out the rest of the drink and put the bottle in the trash.

Ranboo's POV

Tommy kept trying to get up to follow Phil and get his drink back, but I held him back with a little help from Dream and Wilbur. Drunk Tommy was surprisingly strong.

"I'm back." Phil said. He handed my a bottle of cold water. "Here, Tommy," I said, opening the bottle. "Drink this." "Hmmmm...no." Tommy said. "Tommy you need to sober up. You'll regret it in the morning if you don't." I said.

"Nope. You can't make me." Tommy said. "They can't, but I will." Techno said. "Drink it. Now."

Tommy looked slightly frightened by Technos tone. I couldn't tell if it was just because he's drunk, or if it's because of his past with abuse. It's probably a little bit of both though.

"Techno, don't. You're frightening him." I said. Techno sighed. "Sorry."

I know Techno didn't mean to sound scary or threatening. He's just concerned.

"Please, Tommy?" I asked. He shook his head and looked away. I sighed. "Fine. But I'll put this beside of your bed incase you change your mind."

"Go to bed." I said.

Tommy slightly glanced up at me. He looked really upset.

"What's wrong?" His lip quivered and tears formed in his eyes. "Hey, hey! What's up?" I asked. "I'm sorry..." His voice shook as he held in tears. "I broke my promise." A few tears ran down his face.

I hugged him. He reeked of alcohol, but I pushed past that and stayed in the hug.

"It's ok, it's not your fault." I said, patting his back as he quietly cried into my shoulder.

"What promise?" Wilbur asked. I sighed. "He promised me that he wouldn't drink to cope anymore." I said. Wilbur nodded.

Tommy held my shirt in his fists.

"Hey, Tommy, why don't you go to bed? Maybe drink some of that water so you'll feel better in the morning, yeah?" I said. He nodded.

The five of us left his room so he could go to bed.

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