minecraft gf 丨tommyinnit x reader

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I'M SO SORRY  NO UPDATE YET I HAVE LITERALLY 0 MOTIVATION.

However, I do have something to give :D tommy angst I suppose? let me know your thoughts :p

(story 1)

Tommy was a vibrant, consistently curious boy. His skin had a fair complexion, and his eyes hummed a silent song like the depths of the ocean. His hair glowed similar to that of ambrosia. He was simply a fable across the lands. One could say he was a g-d himself, but that was only a tale Phil liked to say. He never seemed to take one thing two serious, and instead spread mischief

"Tommy!" Tubbos soft voice called into the shack Tommy had set himself up in. No answer.

"Tommy?" he called again, to see the boy stumbling down the stairs and staring with a wide expression.

"Tubbo," his gaze was lost. "I don't remember" his eyes met the other

"What do you mean you don't remember" he allowed himself to look closer, the boy's skin was a pale white. His voice faltered and his eyes were shallow.

He shook his head angrily "I don't know!" the blond shouted to the air "Who am I? Where am I? He threw himself to the ground gripping the hard wood. "What am I doing here?" his voice was strained as he blinked away tears

"Tommy" tubbo's voice broke. "This is your story, it always has been, please don't leave me now"

Tommy was a vibrant, consistently curious boy. Yet the river Lethe spares no one.

(story 2)

Tommy and Wilbur. It was always Tommy and Wilbur. When Wilbur was gone, what was left of Tommy? The boy wore his cloak everyday. He visited his grave singing the old song they had sung together once before. Tommy didn't know of the events of his death, he clung onto the futile hope it was simply a mistake. When he learned of Phil's role it was like a part of him was torn to never be replaced. His father, or who he liked to call so, took the one good thing from his life.

"Wilbur" his voice was distant. He kneeled before the grave, placing a single flower. "Wilbur, what do I do" tears threatened to spill over. The sharp air bit at his neck, making him shiver. "I feel so lost" he couldn't see. "What am I without you? What am I meant to do without you?" his voice rose, the boy was angry. He was angry at him for leaving. He was angry at Phil for taking him. "Who am I without you" the dirt filtered through his tight grip

"Yourself, Tommy" a soft echo, it danced around the boys head. And just for a moment, it was Tommy and Wilbur once more.