Mcyt one-shots (Fin.)

Your Tommy.

Genre: Angst (or Angus)
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Main focus: Tommy and Tubbo.
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Edited: No.
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Small description: When at a meeting, Tubbo realises that the compass leading him to Tommy is broken. He asks Ghostbur what it meant, They all were shocked at the answer.
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Ship(s): None.
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Requested by: No-one
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Warnings: Swearing, major character death and suicide.

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Third-person Pov.

(A/N: Anything in bold is a flashback)

It was early in the morning, L'manberg was fairly quiet today. l
L'manberg has been very quiet since Tommy's exile, and boy does everyone miss him. Especially Tubbo.

Tubbo was Tommy's childhood best friend.

They had met on a rainy day when young Tommy ran away from home and Tubbo was sleeping in a box under a tree. Not expecting there to be anyone out here Tommy ran home, Notifying philza about what he found in the forest. Of course, philzas dad instincts kicked in and he ran to find the young boy in a box.

The next morning the young boy woke up on a couch, he was dressed warmly and there were a note and some water on a table next to him. Gulping the water down and opening the note, he read to himself.

"Hello, my son Tommy found you outside last night. You were cold and the rain was picking up, so I took you home. I don't know when I'm getting home, so if you're bored go down the hall and to the first door on the left. That's My son's room. He's roughly your age so I hope you can get along. -Philza"

(A/N: I know Tubbo has dyslexia but I'm going to make it so he can kinda read what Pilza has written, for plot's sake. T^T)

He could barely read what philza had written for him but he kinda understood. This philza guys son, Tommy had found him so they took him home. So he slowly got up, pushing off the couch and started shuffling to Tommy's room. When he arrived, he knocked on the door. A slightly taller child opened the door, he had messy strawberry blond hair and ocean blue eyes. "Hello! My names Tommy! TommyInnit!" The boy announced loudly.

Sadly that friendship was ending. Tubbo was too scared to face his friend again and Tommy didn't wanna cause more problems, plus he couldn't go to L'manberg anyways.

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The meeting room was loud, many voices shouted at once. Trying to get their opinions in. The topic of discussion was if Tommy could be able to come to L'manberg for Christmas or not.

Most people were all for it, except Dream. Dream didn't want Tommy to be anywhere near the Dream smp or L'manberg. He was in Dreams opinion. A threat and if he did come anywhere near he would rebuild the walls around L'manberg then he would publicly execute Tommy.

Of course, no-one wanted Tommy to die. So they agreed that he would not come to L'manberg for Christmas but Tubbo wasn't so sure about the decision. He tightly gripped onto his compass, his compass that leads him to Tommy. Looking down at it with a sad gaze.

He began to space out of the conversation as the compass in his hands began to spiral around in circles. 'Is it supposed to do that?' The President thought to himself, staring at the 'broken' compass. Not realising that the room fell silent and all eyes were on him.

His quiet voice echoed through the quiet room, "Ghostbur. Is it supposed to do that...?" Tubbo looked up, starring the ghost in the eyes waiting for a response. The ghosts grey hands took the compass out of his small hand, inspecting the 'broken' object.

A soft whimper escapes the ghost's mouth at he drops the object. Drifting towards the door as fast as he can, The only thing they heard from the ghost as he passed was "Tommys in trouble."

Hearing those words, Tubbo and a few others jumped up. Running towards the portal as fast as they can, all of them were confused and worried for the younger male.

It was hard for all of them to quickly get through the nether, so only the most important people went first. Tubbo and Dream were trying to get to Tommy as fast as they could. Hoping for the best, they all held their breath.

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The four males made it through the nether safety, lots of small cuts and buses littered the boys but that was nothing. They had to be sure Tommy was okay.

The ghost who had beaten the males through the Portal was searching everywhere for any sign of life.

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Tubbos Pov.

"Tommy! Where are you!?" I shouted, my voice was strained and tears ran down my cheeks. "Tommy!" I shouted even louder. God fucking damit! This is bullshit! If I just stopped being a pussy and talked to Tommy, then maybe he wouldn't be missing! More hot tears slid off my face, my vision was blurred. I had to find him.

Running through the field towards Logstedshire, my legs felt heavy. I'm tired.
As I enter Logstedshire, my speed decreasing I enter the house. I wipe my eyes and take a breath.

After a minute I open my eyes again, scanning the room till I saw it. In the kitchen there stayed Tommy's lifeless body. He was holding a potion of some kind and the compass that leads to me. An ear-piercing screen escaped from my lips, "Tommy!?"

I scrambled towards Tommy's corpse, collapsing over him as a small sob escaped my lips.

How... How could he leave me...? I pleaded to myself. I didn't notice but the door opened as a lot of people entered the house. Their eyes landed on me crying over Tommy's corpse. Gasps and cries of sorrow erupted from the crowd.

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Third-person pov.

While Tubbo was crying over Tommy, dream stepped forwards. Slowly walking towards the two boys, when he arrived next to them he nealed down. Prying the glass bottle from Tommy's cold hands, carefully inspecting the liquid at the bottom.

"Poison.." Is all he breathed out, putting the glass on the table. He was in shock, he knew that Tommy had those thoughts but he didn't think it was this bad that he wanted to commit- He took a breath. Stepping back from the boys, scanning the area for anything of use. His eyes land on a white piece of paper on the ground next to Tommy and Tubbo.

Ghostbur must have seen it before Dream because he was slowly floating towards it, biting his lip. The ghost picked up the paper and read it aloud.

"If you're reading this then your probably the unlucky one who found my body. I'm sorry Tubbo, dad, Ghostbur and others. I was so selfish. It was never about the discs it was about the memories surrounding them. I was so desperate for the past I didn't release what I was doing. I'm sorry... -TommyInnit"

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Sorry if that was crapy. I tried my best. I hope you enjoyed some good old Tommy angst.

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