꧁𝙵𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝙱𝚊𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚗꧂ A Tommyinnit One-shots book

King 🌧

Tw: suicidal thoughts, voices

Characters:
Tommy
Voice

Summary: it's a Song fic, but it is a conversation between Tommy's only good Voice, and himself.

Setting: Exile

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Your alone your on your own

He knew he was alone.

He knew there was no chance on him getting anyone on his side once again.
Hell, not even just on his side!
Just wanted to enable to talk to someone occasionally!

So what, have you gone blind?
Have you forgotten what you have and what is yours?

What was his voices talking about?

Glass half empty, glass half full
Well, either way you won't be going thirsty
Count your blessings not your flaws

He paused, thinking for a moment about what it could mean.

You've got it all
You lost your mind in the sound

What does he have have? Has his only good voice finally gone insane?

There's so much more, you can reclaim your crown

Crown?

You're in control
Rid of the monsters inside your head

Were they talking about the voices his head? What did he have control over?

Put all your faults to bed
You can be King again

King again? He was never a king, he was always the shitty child he is now, just now he has gotten worse, so what did it mean?

You don't get what all this is about
You're too wrapped up in your self-doubt
You've got that young blood, set it free

He continued to be confused

You've got it all
You lost your mind in the sound
There's so much more, you can reclaim your crown
You're in control
Rid of the monsters inside your head
Put all your faults to bed
You can be King
There's method in my madness

Madness?

There's no logic in your sadness

No logic? There was logic in his sadness and self doubt though?

You don't gain a single thing from misery

That statement was correct. But why is the voice only saying this now?

And why was Tommy only just realising the truth in its words?

Take it from me
You've got it all
You lost your mind in the sound
There's so much more, you can reclaim your crown
You're in control
Rid of the monsters inside your head
Put all your faults to bed
You can be King
You've got it all
You lost your mind in the sound
There's so much more, you can reclaim your crown
You're in control
Rid of the monsters inside your head
Put all your faults to bed
You can be King again

He jumped from the pillar, but instead of aiming for the ground, he aimed for a body of water that was sitting nearby

He would die another day.

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This is shit- I know- I just had this as a random idea-

Uh- thanks for reading though