"Why?" Tommy sobbed, fingers clinging to the fabric of Philza's suit. Fat globs of tears fell down his cheeks and dripped onto his neck as he was forced down on the couch. "I don't want to be turned, please!" he cried, only for his words to be ignored as he was hoisted onto Philza's lap. Gentle fingers combed through...
Tommy lived his life relatively well with Tubbo and Ranboo. All their lives it'd been the three of them versus the world. Tubbo with his computer smarts, Ranboo and his teleportation, Tommy with his wings. They made the perfect vigilante crew. But the mafia? Way above their heads. That doesn't stop Tommy. Maybe the...
(Mostly Tommy) MCYT oneshots, I wrote this is 2020, so my writing style has changed alot, I just want people to know that. (This is really embarrassing but I need a project so your welcome)