Tommyinnit Oneshot Book 3

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Exile 1 and 2

Tw: Abuse, burns, talk of breaking bones and cutting a hand off, suicide, smoking

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Exile 1

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Diary entry #57 ?.?.????

Dear diary today I went mining with Tubbo. We talked about what's going on in Manburg and here in Pogtopia. Schlatt is acting like a dictator. Wilbur is going crazy. I think I even heard him talking to himself about blowing up Manburg.

I don't know what to do. He started to hurt me. He smokes daily and it's annoying and gross. I smell and see smoke everywhere. It's disgusting. I think that if it's going to kill him one day, it'll kill me too.

Fuck. I think I have to go now. Wilbur is coming back from mining or whatever.
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"TOMMY! Where the FUCK are you?! Come here this instant!" I heard Wilbur yell. "COMING WIL!" I shout back as I got off my bed, leaving the diary on my bed. It's not like Wilbur would come in here. "HURRY UP YOU GODDAMN CHILD!" My face turns into a frown as I realise what is about to possibly happen to me.

I ran down, or maybe up I don't even know anymore. Those stairs are really fucking confusing. "It took you a while to get here Tommy. Why's that hmm?" "I'm sorry Wil- I was just- uh- doing big man shit ya know?" I tried to cover up my fear. Which didn't work. "Tom's I thought I told you if you are too slow you will be punished" Fuck.

"Wilbur No- I'm- I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be late" "Well you were! Come here and give me your hands you fuckin failure" "Yes Wilbur" I pulled my hands towards him. I already knew what would happen but I was still scared. He was already holding his lit cigarette.

I watched as he put it on my skin. It stung a bit at first but I didn't care anymore. It stung for the first five seconds but then I didn't feel anything. It went on for about 10 more minutes and my skin was littered in cigarette burns, my arms numb. "You know I hate doing this to you Tom's. It's all because of you! If you learned how to behave. I wouldn't need to do this to you. But I hope you'll learn your lesson one day Tommy. Now get out" He said, showing me out of the room we were in.

Exile 2:

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Diary entry #357 I think it's July.

My dear diary. I forgot to write because Dream has been keeping me extra busy these days and after he found my secret stash.. He cut my right hand off. It still hurts like a bitch. I'm currently experiencing phantom pain. I couldn't find my hand anywhere so I think Dream took it as some sort of prize. Which is pretty gross since he would have a goddamn rotting hand in his underground place.

Yeah I've been to that underground place with him once. He broke my legs there. He kinda stepped on them with his goofy ahh heavy boots. I think they have metal in them. But yeah I don't want to have my legs broken ever again if it means he'll stomp on me with these again..

But whatever.

I can't help but think of suicide even more than before. I even picked up Wilbur's smoking habit. I couldn't stop even if I wanted to.

I don't know what to do with myself anymore.

I think this is my last entry. I'm sorry.

And if anyone ever finds this diary. I don't even care who will. I just need to say. I don't regret anything I did, do and will do. I don't EVER want to be revived. I hate that place. And reviving made my hair look grossly white. I look old. I'm 21 with white hair, heavy dark bags under my eyes, some of my teeth are now non existent due to Dream and them being sensitive as fuck so whenever I eat something at least one breaks or falls out. I just can't do it. Not anymore.

Everything is fucked. I don't wanna live longer. I can't stand looking at myself. I think if I don't die I would claw my eyes out.

I'm not even sorry at this point.

Fuck you all.

I curse you to live in fear of everything you come across. I don't care who you are. You will be paranoid of any little thing. You would pray so I would forgive you. I never will. No one deserves an apology. I do..

Fuck you.
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I closed my diary and put it in my inventory. It's time for me to go. I can't live like this anymore. I hate everything and everyone. I look at my right side, where my right hand used to be. I look up, towards the tall tower that stood before me. I put ladders on it so I don't have to build up again.

I climb up the ladder and sit at the top of my tower. I took my cigarette pack along with a lighter. I lit it and put it against my lips. The feeling of smoke filling my lungs felt so amazing. It's too addictive and I can't seem to stop anymore.

After I finished my 3rd cigarette I looked down. The drop would be painful. But I could still choose where to fall. The rocks or maybe the muddy ground. Well whatever. I will just fall.

So I did.

I stood up an fell backwards, letting myself fall freely. The wind cold against my backside.

THOMP

I hit the ground.

Tommyinnit fell from a high place
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(Hmm this was a long one ay?)
(Hope you all liked it lmao this took a while to write and perfect)
(It has almost a 1000 words!!)
(And I think I have a crush on my friend and idk what to do)
(Well whatever. See ya in the next chapter peeps!!)