Traitor {a dsmp story!}

2; Discovery

someone give tommy a hug :(((
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Tommy jolted up, sweat flying off his forehead.
"Oh my god..." Tommy sighed, he sobbed and cupped his face in his hands. He sobbed, gripping onto the short sleeves on his shirt.

He gasped sharply, trying not to wail from the pain. He felt like he wasn't deserving of the murder. He knew Wilbur deserved it but he was just too enraged, he would have spared Wilbur he knew he would. He just snapped.

Tubbo heard Tommy upset, he ran over to his room
"Tommy? Tommy are you okay?" Tubbo knocked on the door, noticing a dark stain on the handle. "Tommy?"

"Sorry.. I'ts just a-about Techno." Tommy sniffled. It was a part of it, but he was terrified. Terrified of everyone finding out what he had done to Wilbur.

"I get it. Everyone's really upset about Technoblade. But, you're not alone with it, we all feel the same as you." Tubbo reassured. "Plus, It's not as if you killed someone, right?" Tommy let out a small gasp.

"Y-yea, I guess so..." Tommy felt his body go stiff.

"Anyways, I'm off to go fishing with BBH by the river, I'll come to check on you later, okay?" Tubbo leaned his back against the door.

"Yeah okay..." Tommy replied. "Thanks, Tubbo." Tommy locked the door silently, shivering and dashing over to his bed. He just had to calm down. He had jobs for today. He already missed their meeting so he was due a visit from Dream.

Dream said the day before that he would do whatever he could to help today due to losing 2 people. One a tragic death and one person going missing.

He figured he should clean up before Dream came over.

(erm time skip bc i cant be bothered)

He opened the blinds to his room, the wooden planks shimmering off the sunlight. It was a warm day and he felt the sun on his hands. He sat on his bed covers, looking around. He's calm now but he doesn't want to break down in front of his leader.

Tommy grabbed a chair and looked out of the window. His little house was near the forbidden area. His view was into the beautiful forest. He didn't really like "views" and scenery.

He looked out a bit further and noticed George. He was looking off into the river. His face was pale, he looked as if he was about to be sick.

Tommy flew to his wall, he grabbed his belt with his sword, he grabbed his backpack that he always carried and he got his satchel.

He rushed outside to run to George to see if he was alright. His hair was a mess. Yes, his hair was normally curly and messy, but it was the messiest now.

"George! What's wrong you look like you've seen a ghost!" Tommy rested his hand on George's shoulder.

"T-tommy.... Wilbur he......" George shook, stiff and cold. He stood still as if he was frozen.

Wilbur. Wilbur!? He knew about wilbur? He was bound to tell everyone. Nobody could know about this, not now. He had to get rid of him.

(guys so george is a minor toucher if u dont know so we will also be executing him :3)