SBI ONESHOTS

the final sunset

Tw- mention of suicide

Be aware this has sensitive topics so please don't read if it triggers you read at own risk, enjoy!
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The sun was setting once more like it did every day without a doubt, no matter the changes or chaos going on th sun setting was always one thing you can count on.

For Tommy, he loved the sunset, it's beauty and it's bright colors that's different every day and different in other places, even though he'd seen hundreds of them he still loved to sit and watch them from his small bedroom window.

Tonight was different though, Tommy always said positive afrimations for next day as he watched the sunset but not tonight, instead he was saying his goodbyes and remembering the memories of all the good times and the bad, Tommy wouldn't be here to watch the sunset tomorrow or the day after or even the day after that, this would be his last so he watched closely embracing the colors and feeling the soft wind that blew past the open window.

He watched till it was fully gone never to be seen again, well for Tommy at least as the moon began to rise, he grabbed his paper and pen and wrote his first and last letter, it explained the pain he was going through, it explained how sad he is to be leaving, he apologized for not being strong enough for them and said that he's sorry he didn't get to say goodbye in person.

Meanwhile Phil, technoblade and Wilbur were out on another adventure of theirs they have been gone for last couple of months but decided to head home early.

Sat around a burning campfire listening to the cracking of flames and wood.

" I bet Tommy will be happy to see us" Phil said smiling slightly

"Most definitely, we wasn't supposed to be back till Christmas!" Wilbur said cheerfully

"Mhm" was all techno had said in his monotone voice tired from the days travels

"I wonder what he's doing?" Wilbur asked to seemingly no one in particular

"I don't know mate, but we should hit the hay, it's getting late and we've got more travelling to do" Phil said calmly while standing up.

Wilbur and techno followed suit and stood up to, techno used some old water to put out the fire, then they all said good night and retreated to their tents for the night.

With Tommy -

After finishing his letter and letters to each of his friends, he picked up the rope he found a few months back, he said he wouldn't but it's getting worse and worse and he couldn't go on anymore.

Using a tutorial to tie the perfect not for this occasion, he gathered his chair from his desk and hung the rope to his ceiling fan and placed it around his neck, lightly tighting the ring he looked to sky one last time.

"I'll be there soon, and when I am I get to watch all the Sunsets and all the beautiful colors, goodbye everyone" Tommy spoke his final words just as he kicked the chair, he hung there waiting to run out breathe.

Finally taking his last breathe he said goodbye not out loud but still said it.

Back with Phil and the others -

The golden sun rose awaking the rest of the family as they started to get ready for the last day of their travels, after packing up the tents and supplies the started the walk towards the home, they crossed mountains and flat ground for hours before they arrived home at last.

Walking in and dropping their stuff down the called out to the younger but no response.

"Tommy, we're home, Tommy?" Phil called out.

"TOMMY WE'RE HERE, WHERE ARE YOU?" Wilbur called as he entered the house.

After two minutes and no response the three of them exchanged glances confused as to why there was no response

Techno started to walk up the stairs and down the hall towards the last door, Tommy's room he knocked first but no response, so he knocked a little louder this time still nothing.

Eventually he just opened the door, first noticing the knocked over chair he looked up in absolute horror as he saw his youngest brother hanging there from the fan. Tears in his eyes he called for his father and brother.

"DAD, WILBUR PLEASE GET UP HERE NOW!" Voice breaking slightly as he shouted.

Phil and Wilbur ran up the stairs after hearing the shout confused as to what could've happened, a million thoughts coming through at once.

After reaching the room they saw the horrific sight, their younger brother and son was dead, gone forever more.

On the floor below his limp body, was a pile of letters, one addressed to his family and the rest to his friends.

After reading the letter each of them sat on the floor in tears, no words can describe the pain they felt there and then.

In the background the sun was setting, the colors magical bright pinks and oranges danced in the sky as the sun big and bright slowly decended.

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Word count - 913

Hey I'm, so it's been awhile so are you doing? Hopefully well, I'm not sure if I'm going to continue to add more to this from now but maybe if i get ideas or Inspiration I'll make more, but I hope you enjoyed this and have a great day or night!