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-Grown ups scare me-

Art credits to: shooehorn on instagram. Exile arc, I have a love hate relationship with you

Requested: No
Character: Tommy
Setting: Tommy's room house thing

Trigger warnings!!!:
• Tommy sadge
• crying

A/N: Hello you lovely lot, enjoy sad <3

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|*~Tommy POV (3rd person)~*|

Tommy wanted to feel like a child again. He missed when Wilbur was nice, he missed when him and Tubbo were friends, he missed not having to worry about anything.

So he made himself small. He curled up on himself, shaking as the rain poured down outside. He sure was acting like a child.

He was scared of loud sounds like thunder, and he was still attached to childish things like stuffed animals and flowers. Henry was his only support in this whirlwind.

Most of all, he was scared. He was weak and frail. A scraped up knee could make him cry, but now it was words instead of concrete.

He was scared of the future, but he longed for the past. Nightmare after nightmare he'd wake up shaking, no one there to comfort him. During the day it was bright and sunny, which he loved. The night was when he was left alone.

During the day, to cope, he would pick flowers, trying to remember how he felt when he was younger. The most frustrating part of it was that he couldn't remember most of his childhood, so he clung to objects.

Henry, his stuffed cow. His favorite flowers, daisies and alliums. Soft clothes, ones that didn't cling to his body, instead puffy coats and cardigans and sweaters, he liked the way they made him feel smaller. He remembers tea and fun socks, going to the movies during summer, the smell of his dads car. He missed it so much.

He had recently started finding his old books, old songs he used to listen to, but most of all memories.

Those were the worst.

you know why?

Cause unlike physical objects, he couldn't get them back.

"Dad! Watch this." A small boy shouted from the top of the slide. A proud father standing below.

"Weeee!" The kid giggled as the wind blew his hair around.

"Good job son!" The man laughed as well.

Tears formed in Tommy's eyes.

The car pulled to a stop in front of the arcade. As they got out, both boys looked up in awe, then at each other with grins plastered across their faces. They were thinking the same thing.

"Race ya!" They both shouted at the same time. They laughed as they stumbled after each other.

Tommy sat crisscrossed on his bed, staring at the wall. A small smiling on his face as he thought of his brother

"AHHHH!" The lady on TV screamed. She was being chased by the zombie as the brunette hid behind the blonde.

"You scared tubbo?" Tommy asked, entertained

"Noooo.." He replied, which was proven wrong when Tubbo jumped at the zombie flashing on screen.

God, Tommy missed Tubbo

Everything was taken from him, all because of a man with a big ego who had too much power. Too much control

The tears now fell. Sobs racked his body as he repeated to himself

"Big men don't cry. big men don't cry.. big men don't- hic- cry.."

but in fact he was not a big man, rather a kid in a bruised body.

Now that he had started, he couldn't stop. He wrapped his arms around himself as a way to be comforted. It's been too long since he'd been hugged.

Oh how he cried. The sky cried with him, letting down heavy droplets onto the roof of which Tommy slept under.

but this was the way it is. Life is unfair and cruel. And it was cruel to Tommy

So fell the tears, of a boy who had been forced to grow up too fast.

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641 words

shorter chapter but oh well

i'm actually proud of this one, as well as the fact it only took 40 minutes to write. Usually it takes me an hour and a half to two hours so (:

that's it goodbye <3

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