SBI ONESHOTS

Too Loud (Alternative)

<<TRIGGER WARNINGS>>
ANXIETY/ DEPRESSION/ BLOOD/ GORE

((Art by catducklol on Twitter))

{Suggested by @FluffyWater275}

This is sort of an alternative chapter of Too Loud. Thank you for all the suggestions! Most of them have been started but may take a while for all of them to be finished. Enjoy!

((This isn't really a part 2 just a different way Tommy could've handled the voices))

{THERES 2 DIFFERENT ENDINGS TO THIS}

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Tommy had a problem. He knew that, he recognized it, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle himself. He dealt with worst things like wars, politics, Dream.

A couple of weird thoughts were nothing compared to the shit he put up with on the daily.

So why was it so hard?

Why did he feel scared of himself?

Why did he want to give in?

He started craving the feel of blood on his hands.

Tommy had taken a recent liking for hunting. He didn't need the meat or materials, in fact, he left his score to be dealt with by nature after killing it. He just liked the rush he felt from killing.

He heard voices. They wanted destruction, they wanted the blood, violence, they wanted to be bad and cause pain, they didn't care to who or what. Tommy couldn't remember when he started to first hear them. It almost felt like they were always there. He couldn't imagine the time they weren't.

He didn't tell anyone. The voices didn't want him to.

He thought about going to Techno because he knew the man heard voices too. There was a chance of help there but Techno wouldn't help him unless it was for his own benefit and Tommy didn't want his help. Tommy didn't need him.

He disconnected himself from his friends and family. He didn't even notice until Tubbo had brought it to his attention.

Tubbo expressed his concern about Tommy's weird behavior but Tommy just denied everything and bullshitted the excuse of being busy with a secret project until Tubbo was satisfied enough to stop asking.

The things he used to feel attached to didn't feel the same anymore. He couldn't bring himself to care. He didn't, the voices didn't.

Seeing Tubbo was different. He didn't get the excited happy feeling he used to when hanging out with him. He didn't laugh at his jokes or talk much at all. He blamed it on growing up and maturing. Perhaps he and Tubbo were just more different than he thought.

It wasn't just Tubbo though. It was Ghostbur, Quackity, and everyone. He didn't enjoy spending time with anyone anymore at all.

He thought he would feel sad about it but he didn't. The voices numbed everything. They distracted him with their whispers.

After a life time of never listening to anyone, he finally did.

It started off small. The voices' first want.