Tommyinnit Oneshot Book 3

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¹Tommy was a curious child. And being curious meant he did dangerous things sometimes. This one time, he wanted to know if he was tall enough to reach a mug if he climbed up a chair to grab it.
²Pogtopia wasn't a great era for anyone. This day wasn't bad but it still wasn't what Tommy liked.

Please keep in mind, I don't support what had happened with Wilbur.

I only use the DSMP character persona. This one shot also takes place in the DSMP.

Tw: Kind of child abuse
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When Tommy was a child, around 4 or 5 years old, he found out there's more to the world. And he wanted to know everything about it. He wanted to see all of the blocky earth.

Today he wanted to get a mug by himself. The only problem was that it was on one of the highest shelves and the little boy couldn't possibly reach it by himself. So. He dragged a chair from the table to the counter and stood up on it, climbing his way up there, slowly and carefully. He reached high up with his little hands, one caught the handle of a small mug, which felt quite heavy to Tommy.

Tommy smiled to himself and started celebrating his little victory. But then his leg slipped. He didn't know how. He wasn't jumping or anything. He was only giggling to himself as he put his hands up.

As soon as he slipped, he fell directly onto the floor. He began crying when he felt a sharp pain at the back of his head and wind knocked out of his fragile body. But he cried even harder when he heard the mug break. His family wasn't going to be happy with that. At all.

He didn't really know which or who's mug that was. He thought it was his. It was big enough for him to comfortably grab it. And it surely would be too small for anyone who's not his age.

Tommy sat up, trying to catch his breath. He felt as if he could die. He didn't want to.. He felt so scared. What will he do now? "Wil-!" He screeched out and coughed. It seemed as if he called right on time as the other came rushing in, a terrified look on his face.

As Wilbur arrived Tommy felt a bit uneasy. And when he thought Wilbur would help him up and calm down. He didn't. Wilbur went to clean up those mug shards. Wilbur was cursing under his breath. Tommy didn't get why. There were plenty of mugs. And Tommy had like 4 different ones. It wasn't a big deal.

After cleaning up the broken mug, he turned to Tommy with an angry expression written over his face. He bent down to Tommy level and shook him. He yelled. But Tommy couldn't hear him. He felt like passing out. He couldn't breathe.

And when Wilbur forcefully made him stand up, Tommy fell back to the ground, this time unconscious.

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"Hey Tubzo I think I won't be able to see you much right now. Wilbur has been catching on and I can't risk it" Tommy spoke with worry. He knew Tubbo was also likely to get into trouble with his father if this continued. None of the two wanted to risk anything.

They split paths and went home. Tubbo didn't have to deal with anything. Shlatt was drunk asleep on the sofa. But for Tommy. It is wasn't that easy.  Wilbur was waiting for him. Clearly angry at him.

"You were with Toby weren't you?" He asked. "No- I uh- I was out mining. Yes! I was mining gold!" He quickly said. "Show me what you mined then." Tommy gave Wilbur two stacks of gold. He was lucky he and Tubbo went mining the other day. He's been carrying it around for some time to handle such situations without a beating or something.

Wilbur was quiet for a good minute or two. He looked Tommy up and down and saw his trembling hands. "Why are your hands shaking. You always do that when you're nervous. Why are you nervous? Are you lying to me?" Wilbur asked, catching Tommy off guard. "My hands are shaky from all the mining. You know how it is! It always happens. Come on! It's two stacks! Of course my hands will be shaky." Wilbur seemed taken aback but he still nodded.

"Fine. Next time I'm going with you. Got it?" "Yes Wilbur" Tommy said as he left to his room.