Myct SbI angst + fluff oneshots (read desc)

Slice (Hurt/Comfort?)

Tw:
💘 DONT READ THIS ONE!
- SH (Cutting, Scratching)
- Thoughts of suicide
- Mentions of past suicide
- Abuse mentions
- Pills
- Swearing (No its not tommy.)
- Please lemme know if I missed something

This is definitely a self import cause cannon Tommy is just where I vent. Dw im not going to tell you not to make jokes or anything, I still love reading them [:
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~|Tommy|~

He sat on his bed. He couldn't help but feel the urge to touch that sweet cold blade on his soft warm skin. His sharp untrimmed nails moved up and down his delicate skin causing blood to trickle down his arms. He bit his lip and bawled his hands into fists.

He shook his head, no! He couldn't do this to Wilbur.. he promised to not leave him. He wouldn't try again he said. So where did the piece of glass come from? The lines along his arms? Why was he trying to find a vein he could jab the glass into? Where did he go wrong?

Was it leaving his family? They loved him. They would hurt him all the time. It was his fault anyways. Like they said he's a stupid child who never listens. Just a brat. Spoiled. Rotten. Brat. Philza said that parents dont do that and took him away.

He remembers that night. He was awake in the middle of the night. His parents caught him up and took his phone. His main contact to the outside world. They yelled. They hurt him before. It was the last straw. He took the pill bottle and dumped the bottle into his mouth. (Haha not me triggering myself and some bad flashbacks) After swallowing them all a bitter taste was left in his mouth. His tongue felt so very dry.

He was so stupid! How could he be so stupid! Pills?? Why would you choose that?? He couldnt die fast enough. He used his computer to say goodbye to Philza, Wilbur, Tubbo.. Techno. Hell! He even told the smp + business bay (we stan their relationship) Philza came over after calling 999 (911/119/222). He remembered being carefully lifted into the caring arms of the winged man. Being told its alright. That hes okay. That it would all be over soon. That he will be saved.

Such sweet memories... now where was he again? Oh yeah! Breaking promises like the idiotic child he is. Just then. While he was lost in thought. He heard it. A noise that snapped him back to reality. The door. It opened. Why was it opening. NonononoNONO- No one can see him like this! All he heard was "Tommy dinners-" before he was wrapped around caring arms. He felt the man remove the glass from his hands and carefully hugged him one more time, being careful not to brush his clothing around the delicate lines.

"Tommy..."

no

No

NO

This was it! He fucked up! He knows Wilburs mad. Hes going to beat him. Kick him out of the house! Hes going to be thrown out like trash and-

What?? Why is he being hugged again? When did the two other figures get here? The pink hair man holding the dog.. thats.. "T-Techno?"

"Hey Toms.. welcome back to reality.." the crowned man rubbed his head, carefully avoiding the fluffy ears on it. He didnt want to trigger anythings his parents have done. Not right now. Not ever really.. poor kid.

Phil was there, just bandaging the bloody mess. Whispering sweet comforting words to the boy. Letting him know he was safe in the household. One day he will kill the bastards who hurt his son. Thats a fucking promise.

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Part two? Im sorry its short, and I havent been updating. Hope you like this one :>
Anyways ima spam yall with stories rn. Oh! In like an hour im supposed to wake up and take my finals lmfao.

Finished at: 7:00
Posted: 7:04