The 'accident'

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A/N: this story might be a little traumatic to some readers, warning, the beginning contains violence, suicidal attempts, drinking, abuse, close-to-death experiences, self-harm, and much more, if you don't like any of these things please refrain from reading this story any questions please don't refrain from asking, credit goes to my friend for helping me with this and to the artist of the cover of this book. here we go. T = Toby/Tubbo, R = Ranboo, = Tommy/Tommyinnit, M/N = Male name, and so on and so forth...

*ring* * Incoming call from Best friend Tommy* *Ring*

T =  mmm, Yeah Tom? it's 3 in the morning... Toby groaned into the phone

T =  Imon my w- *hiccup* -ay to your house *Hiccup* I madeamess ov my arm... Tommy tells Toby as he tries to stay on the road...

T = Oh my god! are you okay? why are you sluring your words together? Tommy were you drinking?! and now driving?!? Toby responds trying to wake up as best he can while getting clothes on to go to his best friend

T = I onlyhad a couple glazzes of liquor... bu my arm is all red and dripping a lot.. Tommy replies in his drunken state.

T = Pull over now Tommy! I hope your not joking because this isn't funny!! where are you? Toby yells into the phone getting his shoes on and grabbing his keys to his car.

T = Iam going to hell for putting you through my shit, I know you are bi and how you had a crush on me from when we were kids an how it got stronger every year... I wish I could tell you that I am not straight and that I have a crush on you back... and I do... your one of the only people in my life to make me smile now, you make me feel emotions women could never, you make me feel like I belong... And I... I Love you my bee bo- 

Just then all Toby could hear was a *crash*... we're sorry the number you are trying to reach is currently unavailable at this time, please check the number and try again... *beep*...

T = Tommy?! TOMMY?! TOMMY ANSWER PLEASE!?! TOMMY!!!!!!! He frantically yells getting his car started up, constantly calling Tommy, trying and then retrying.




after a couple of minutes, Tubbo called 911 and told them what happened trying to keep himself together, 15 minutes later they found his car, it ran off the road crashing threw 2 trees before crashing into a boulder and subsiding, the paramedics found him, barely hanging onto life, once they got to the hospital they told Tubbo who showed up several minutes later that Tommy is alive! but, in a coma, he was drinking while driving, a branch from one of the trees he hit impaling him in his abdomen right above his liver, surprisingly he survived, with several concussions, broken and sprained bones, and slight memory loss, the real damage was that Tubbo loved him so much but he would never know if his Best friend, his first crush, his lover would ever wake up...  after several hours Tubbo left to stay at a hotel across from the hospital...




Tommy slowly woke up, dissy, hungry, and confused on where he is...

T = Wha- what happened? Why am I on the Dream smp? 

R= Hey Tommy! omg you look like shit! Ranboo says to Tommy

T= wow, thanks... that's totally what I needed... Tommy said back to Ranboo with great sarcasm

R= Sorry, here... Ranboo replied holding his hand out for Tommy.

Tommy grabbed his hand and oreo boy lifted him up with ease. once Tommy was on his feet he realized that Ranboo kinda had the height of an enderman now, maybe even taller...

Tommy looked around seeing everyone from the smp was here... and they kinda looked like their Minecraft skin... but suddenly... *Boom* Tommy's house blew up, and he ran to it as fast as he could... all that was left was a huge crater... and a book... he opened it and saw... *finally your here... its time... your the white horse that my plan needed... as destruction comes... what follows what... the white horse...*




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⏰ Last updated: Feb 03, 2023 ⏰

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