꧁𝙵𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝙱𝚊𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚗꧂ A Tommyinnit One-shots book

Dancing and the voices 🌥?

Tw: depressive thoughts, voices, self harm, child neglect, favouritism.

Summary: people thought only Techno had the voices, potentially Wilbur maybe, but what if they all had them, hmm?

Characters:
SBI
The voices :)

Setting: the SBI house

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The voices ran in the family, i guess

Phil had gotten them when he was 14, not knowing that if he was to have children of his own, they would have them aswell,

But hey.

The oldest got them second,  at the same age as Phil.

His talked about explosives, bombs, he didn't know why, but hey, that's what they did, trying to convince the brunette to explode things.

Techno came first, getting them at the age of 10

But Tommy. Oh the poor boy had them at 6.

His convinced him he wasn't good enough.

They were depressive.

The dragged him into self harm at 12.

It seemed to be the only way to keep them quiet.

Besides going outside and calmly dancing in the rain, but it rarely rained where they were, so it wasn't the best way either.

Although nobody knew he had the voices, nobody knew he was self harming, and nobody paid attention to him enough to notice he went outside and danced whenever it rained.

Sometimes, even if it wasn't raining, he danced, and he was quite good at it as well.

He was quite flexible, so he was able to do the tricks that most weren't able to do.

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The dancing was what he liked the most about living in a rural area.

Barely anyone would be able to see him, although he did get a few stares, he didn't mind.

He continued to dance, until it either stopped raining, or til he could barely stand.

The voices calm. The rain falling onto him peacefully. The moon and stares out, and his agile and perposeful moves

Although he did seem to be running out of energy quicker and quicker as the years went by, as he was given less and less food by his father, until he was just not fed.

This caused a lot of struggles as the boy continued to dance.

The mix of the self harm, the voices, the dancing and the starvation, he wound up having to give it up for a while.

At 18, he saw an opportunity to start again.

There was a small fence competition happening in the village he moved to to get away from his family, and he chose to enter.

What could be the harm it it?

He began to dance once again, rusty at first, but slowly getting into the rhythm of it once again.

He had won.

By a long shot.

It surprised the boy

He didn't think he was that good.

Hell, he beat some people that had won championships before!

A smile was plastered on his face for the rest of the day, or u til he ran into his 'family'

Oh look, the family came to finish the job

Haha, they obviously came to get rid of you

They came to see the disappointment? How surprising.

The voices laughed as they approached him.

‚Hey Tommy! Long time no see!' Wilbur called out

‚Mhn' Tommy replied, not looking up

‚Where did you learn to dance like that?' Wil asked, still trying to keep up a conversation

‚I taught myself. It was a good coping mechanism for the voices'

They all looked stunned, but shook it off

‚You learned to dance in less then a year? Poggers!'wilbur laughed

‚Oh- no I have been using it as a coping mechanism since I was six' Tommy and replied, monotoned, and only then decided to look up

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Do we want a part two?

Uh- this is kinda shit- I know, I did want to write more, but ran out of ideas, so I am just going to make a part two if it's wanted :)

Aphid