MCYT Oneshots

💔𝙷𝚘𝚖𝚎- 𝚂𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚢 𝙱𝚘𝚢s (𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙾𝚗𝚎)

Characters: Tommy, Philza, Technoblade
Ship: SleepyBois (Family)
AU: DreamSMP
Prompt: Tommy was alone and hurting. Philza was ready to take him home.
Triggers: Self Harm, blood, knives, mentions of betrayal, passing out

Sorry it's bad I wrote this at 3 am

Tommy's eyes were heavy with the lack of sleep he's gotten since the exile and his hair was grown out and knotted, hanging in his eyes. He moved sluggishly, his bones feeling like led as he carried two logs from his pile to his fire.

He threw one in and collapsed near by with the other oak log. One benefit of having a birdsnest for hair? He's finally able to hide things from Dream. At least small things, such as the small knife he kept stashed in their. The handle was janky and the blade was loose, but sharp.

He dug into the bark, stripping it away slowly. He threw the shaving into the fire as he went, a smile growing. He then dug into the stripped wood, dragging the blade across and forming an eye.

He continued digging deeper, then went to the second eye. He stabbed the log gently, slowly getting more aggressive. He stabbed harder in the place of a second eye, yelling till his throat was soar, which wasn't long from the lack of hydration he's had. "Shut up, shut up shut up! You don't love me, you never have, only Dream fucking loves me, you know nothing, I hate you, Tubbo, I HATE YOU I FUCKING HATE YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU,  FUCK YOU, FU-"

Pain. Hot liquid. Burning. Was he in lava? Did he jump? Oh god he wanted to so badly. He remembers staring down in the hot magma, inches away from,,, "slipping". But no, this only hurt one place. His thigh.

He looked down and saw his knife in his thigh, dug deep but not the whole way. It hurt, but he wasn't crying or screaming. He was smiling. Finally something other than sadness, than betrayal. It hurt, but it made his stomach feel as if worms were crawling inside. It felt nice.

He dug out the knife slowly, hissing when the pain finally set in. He went back to the log, one eye violently stabbed out, and used the bloody knife to carve a smile. A smile, something he hasn't seen in weeks. Since Philza last saw him. Oh god he missed Philza.

He looked back at the log, smiling back at the crooked, red stained smile. He set it down next to his and just stared. He couldn't talk after the streaming, so instead he played with his hands, picking at the already bloody and bruised skin on his hands and fingers.

His eyes were heavy as his body started to sway, promoting him to lie down. He looked at the stars as his eyes slowly shut. He was so goddamned tired. His vision of the stars were blocked by two figures, both strange familiar. They looked alike, apart from the silhouettes of their heads. He groaned as tired finally overtook him. He finally slept for the first time in 3 days.

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Third Person-- Philza and Techno

Phil was inside, stirring two mugs of hot cocoa for him and his son. Well, his alive, pig son. He added splashes of milk and sprinkled in some gelatin-free marshmallows, which he made since Techno was a kid to adjust to the shapeshifter's diet of no pork.

He heard the snow outside crunch and the sound of low grunts along with horse neighs, signalling Techno was home. Philza walked outside into the bitter cold night, and handed Techno a mug. Techno pushed it way gently, saying, "I'll have it in a second, I need to put Carl away."

"Techno, take it. I'll take care of Carl, you've been out all day. You're probably freezing, let me just put on my coat," Phil said, pushing the mug towards Techno and walking back to the porch to put his coat on. "Phil, you're an old man, I can't let you do that. Just relax inside, I'll do it."