꧁𝙵𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝙱𝚊𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚗꧂ A Tommyinnit One-shots book

Mr. Loverman 🌧

Tw: mentions underaged drinking, death, self-harm

Summary: Tommy became drunk, and began to do things that he should have never done, causing a horrible outcome.

No, this is not a song fic, it is just heavily based off the song-

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Tommy was drunk out of his mind after he attempted to forget about everything that had happened.

his legs were shaking, as his vision became disoriented.

it felt like a large weight was on his shoulders, but as he help them, attempting to push the things weighing him down off, only to realize there was nothing there, as he collapsed, breaking down crying.

'I miss my bestfriend, man!'

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his mind cut back to the ways Tubbo had begun to talk to him.

he always sounded un-interested and sounded like Tommy was un-important to him

it was heart-breaking.

it felt as though he had cramps at all times, people were able to see he was in pain aswell,

yet all they did was laugh at him, when his face contorted, everyone besides Ranboo.

he never hated Ranboo, he was a good guy, he was just jealous.

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the sadden drunk continued to cry, every-so-often repeating a certain phrase.

'i miss my best-friend, man!''

his mental state continued to shatter, as he began talking to himself, spilling out everything he hated.

about himself,

about others,

about the world

about everything.

the tears were still streaming down his face, and he let out loud sobs, that were later followed by hiccups.

he continued to force the memories to reel through his mind, as if it were a movie.

he watched the good, the bad, everything that he had a memory of.

he watched memory after memory, most either about Tubbo, or with Tubbo.

what was he going to do with himself without Tubbo there to help him?

'i miss my bestfriend man!'

'i'm mr.clingy child!'' the boy yelled, loud enough for several people to hear, not that they cared.

'and i miss my bestfriend...''

the next day, after he had sobered up, he had found himself laying on the ground, yet he still remembered everything that had happened last night.

so all it left him with was bad memories of him screaming as blood dripped down his arm as he pressed a cold blade to his arm, and a painful hangover.

he sighed sadly.

he had never actually gotten to calming the blood down, and he felt incredibly lightheaded.

he knew he must have lost a lot off blood, but he didn't care.

he could still feel the blood oozing out of his arms, and to be honest, he didn't hate the feeling.

he didn't hate the feeling of zoning in and out of consciousness

and he felt comfortable, as he waited for his inevitable death.

he smiled, until he passed out.

he had died that day.

he had died feeling as though nobody cared for him.

little did he know, someone had told Ranboo about the screams they had heard that eventful night, as he came rushing from snowchester, to the house Tommy had called home, only managing to arrive at 8 am.

Ranboo had spent all of the morning after he had arrived, to find the boy, laying limp on the floor beside his bed, skin pale.

he was to late.

and the thing is.

Ranboo knew nobody else would care.

and so when he told everyone, he wasn't surprised to see Niki and Jack celebrating, Phil and Techno rolling their eyes and walking away, not caring, and the look of mock sadness on Wilbur's cruel face.

he was surprised to see Puffy and sam breaking down to cry, and he was surprised to see Tubbo not caring.

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lmao this was shit- i am so sorry- but hey- i tried-

this is just a small thing while you guys wait for part two of the 'dancing on ice' chapter :]

-Aphid/Wren-