Tommyinnit Oneshot Book 3

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Red paint

I don't even know what I wanted to do with this.

Tw: Blood, blood disguised as paint, mentions of hurting someone, described beating someone and then taking their blood
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Tommy was a good kid. He really was. But still. He shouldn't have done that. It was cruel. Yet he liked to do so.. It felt calming to hear the screams when you cut though them, catching all of their blood into a big tub, where a bit of his homemade prepared paint solution was. He just added the blood for colour. And most likely for the smell too. Blood smelled the best when it was fresh but he still liked it.

Right now he was painting on his drawn picture of balloons. Most weren't painted yet as he waited for the paint to form a good texture. He liked to paint with blood. He knew it was weird and all. But still. Painting was calming. Try it. Maybe not with blood, but try it.

*Overly loud knocking sounds*

Tommy jumped up in surprise. He was not expecting any visitors at this hour. It is as 2PM but Tommy didn't have any plans. Or did he? Oh. Yeah. He did. Tubbo was coming over today. Aw shit. He had to clean up FAST. Wait. Didn't Tubbo have the key to his house? FUCK!

Tommy panicked as he started shoving his paintings into random drawers and trying to cover the tubs full of paint. Too late. "HEYO TOMMY!! HOW ARE YA!?" He heard Tubbo behind him. Damn it! He wasn't able to clean up in time! Tubbo just saw his.. work. Yeah. Work.

"Hey Tubzo! I uh- I totally forgot you were coming over mate" Tommy rubbed his neck nervously. "Dude, it's alright. Also. What do you have here? It's so messy around the apartment and it's even worse in here" He took a moment, taking a whiff of the disgusting smell in there.

"Why the fuck. Does it reek of blood in here!? What were you doing dude?" Tubbo was horrified when he saw red paint spilled all over the floor and painted/drawn pictures everywhere. By now Tommy realised he didn't clean up anything, and while stressed, he threw everything all around the place.

"Look Tommy I don't know what you've been doing here before I came but uh.. I'll Just- I'll just leave. Okay? You can clean up and then I'll come back" Tubbo was horrified when he walked in, now trying to walk out. The door was shut and he didn't realise until he bumped his back into them.

Tommy was approaching him slowly, a small grin forming on his face. Tubbo glued his eyes shut, refusing to open them, scared of what would happen next. Tommy suddenly lunged at his friend, making them both slide down the door.

Tommy began beating the life out his friend, scratching, punching and slapping and kicking. Tubbo didn't even let out a sound. He was terrified of doing so. When the shorter seemed to be on the bridge of life and death, Tommy left the room to get a few packets to hold Tubbo's blood, a syringe and tubes.

He put together the three things and put the sharp syringe into Tubbo's arm. It was basically the same when they take a sample of your blood but Tommy took it all, slowly killing you. He let it do all the work and went to pain a little more.

"Sorry Tubzo.. It was for the best."

He said as he put his best friends body into a trash bag.