MCYT angst oneshots

Annoying

Tommy

User135652780:
God, Tommy is so annoying idk y they even invite him LOL

Tommy's eyes landed on that message, ignoring all the others. It was true, he could definitely be a bit obnoxious. He couldn't deny that it hurt a bit.

"Ohh... Sorry guys totally forgot that I have an appointment I need to get to, that's it for this stream!" Wilbur stated, muting and doing his typical outro. Tommy quickly left the chat and opened up Twitter, looking up his name. There were loads of positive tweets, but Tommy only found himself interested in the negative ones.

Zabemcraft:
I hate when Wilbur includes Tommy in his streams.

Coralalala123:
Tommy always ruins streams.

Kkcookyplay:
I hate tommyinnit!!!

Idhjagsjd:
Tommyinnit's voice is so grating and he's sooo ugly.

Tommy kept scrolling through all of the mean things people were saying. Was it true? Did he ruin Wilbur's stream?

"No... stop. They're just haters. Nothing they say matters," Tommy mumbled to himself. He opened discord again, hoping to find someone to talk to and prove that they were wrong.

Tubbo

Hey T can we talk?

Sorry Tommy, mum's making me clean. Later?

Yeah.

Philza Minecraft

Are you busy?

Yeah, need to finish editing something.

Ok.

Technoblade

Call?

Join VC

Nvm
Don't feel like talking to everyone right now.

Are you okay?

Yeah. Don't worry, I'll find someone else to talk to.

Tommy went down the list, messaging every person he could think of, but everyone was busy. Or, at least, that was what they told him. They might be lying so as not to hurt his feelings. Maybe they agreed with the haters. Maybe he was annoying and they were just trying to let him down gently.

Tommy flopped into his bed with his phone tightly held in one hand, willing someone to call and prove him wrong. Of course, they did not.

They didn't care.
They didn't care.
They didn't care.

Tommy squeezed his eyes shut and covered his head with his pillow. Tears began to escape from his bleary eyes and his body heated up.

He was alone.

Nobody cared.

Nobody.

Tommy pulled the pillow off of his head and grabbed the melatonin that was sitting on his bedside table. He swallowed a few and let his body relax, hoping to sleep off these terrible feelings.

•••

It had been four days since Tommy had last contacted any of his friends. He kept discord closed and scrolled aimlessly through Twitter, looking for more hate to further fuel his episode. He came across a few concerned messages asking where he was, but he ignored them. They didn't really care. They were just pretending.