tommyinnit is a happy obnoxiously loud 16 year old. or at least that's how he appears to the virtual world... when a tragedy strikes his home, how's he supposed to react? who can he go to? this story is about tommy wilbur and techno and their struggles.Keep in mind that there is sensitive content and mature topics. it's very angsty so if that's not what u like then you've come to the wrong spot my friends. anyways enjoyyyy!!! (cover art is not mine if you know the artist please tell me and i'll put it here) also there will be no sexualizing of any sort in this book, no smut no nothing, this is just a bromance and if any of the people in here expressed discomfort for this type of fanfic then i'd take it down right away.

-NOT A SHIP BOOK- (𝗖𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 by @neikkea an artist from Twitter) Got the idea from a wonderful TikTok artist and another amazing Twitter artist! Credit: @em0ki on TikTok and @WolfyTheWitch on Twitter who also goes by, The Channel Without a Name on YT!! Go check them out :) //~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~// Tubbo and Tommy move into their new house and Tommy hear a noise. "Tubbo what are you doing in there?" Tommy said bewildered by the sound of a guitar in the next room. "In where?" Tubbo said from behind Tommy. Tommy jumped and squealed slightly. "JESUS CHRIST!" He shouted as he almost dropped the box he was holding. "Sorry!" "Sorry!" He said in-between his quiet giggle fit. "Did you just squeal?" He giggled even more at the blonde's reaction. "OF COURSE NOT!!" He shouted putting down the box and grabbing ahold onto Tubbo's shoulder. Tommy stopped shouting to contemplate the previous events. "If you're there, then what made that noise?" "What are you talking about?" He smiled at the other. Their chatter became distant. 'If not him then what did make that noise?' A blurred figure sat next to a guitar in the next room. "I wonder..." -𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗢𝗡𝗜𝗖. 𝗡𝗢 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧. 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗚𝗢𝗡𝗡𝗔 𝗚𝗘𝗧 𝗜𝗦 𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗙𝗟𝗨𝗙𝗙; 𝗰𝘂𝗱𝗱𝗹𝗲𝘀, 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝘀, 𝗵𝘂𝗴𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗠𝗔𝗬𝗕𝗘 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀... 𝗗𝗢𝗡'𝗧 𝗕𝗘 𝗣𝗜𝗖𝗞𝗬-