You need HELP. (Tommy Angst)

True Colors (4)

(this is the finale, happy 2022 :>)
(i havent touched this fic in a long time, but it's only fair to give it an end U-U)

TW'S ARE THE SAME!
enjoy lads, and thank you for the reads love you all! even if it's too late to say it

but this one is major for suicide and death, pure edginess.
 continue if you wish reader take care of yourself have a cookie! 🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪
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And the end has come.

I've prepared for my demise..









I wake up. Today is the day. 

I look in the drawer for my plan.
Don't feel bad. They don't care.
they never did

Perfect.
What kind of life did you live through?

I had my last call with Tubbo yesterday.
Did you even know love?

These  are your true colors.

It's time. My last goodbye to Wilbur.
I put on Los Campesinos on my computer and mute it for the sake of history.

"His last song ever listened to, The Sea Is a Good Place to Think of the Future by Los Campesinos!" Quite funny, even.

And I go to my phone, and play a crimeboys compilation.

Sinking in clouds of love, jokes, and joy. Pink clouds full of naive children and comedy. Nothing but content. Fun fun fun.  

I thrive in those clouds, laughing. My drug. My love. My bliss.

Hahaha!

Hahahahahah! My tears, they are ruining the pink atmosphere. Looking down at the earth in a cloud. Colors everywhere. He's ruining it. Hugs, and mean jokes.

''CATCH ME BITCH!''

I never want to wake up, this is freedom. Away from earth, the sky is a brighter tint than the clouds. It never meant hope, it just meant ----------.

''Tommyy, say sorry to Tubbo.''

''Wilbur, you fuck.''

I can't get enough. It's my little world.

I'll have to get out soon.

I see Wilbur playing guitar in the pink air.

"Wilbur?"

''Don't say that, I will cry.''

''Of course, but we must keep the family going Wilbur! Or else everyone is going to cry on twitter!''

My one escape.

It's all stupid.

''Love you, Wil.''

''Love you too Tom.''

My tears are clear. It isn't right

It was supposed to be happy, how did he change? What went wrong?



I'm in my room.
I peak my head in the rope, wearing the classic red and white tee with the beige pants.

You'll be able to hear his voice again, don't worry..

You'll always be able to hear it now.

It's consuming you.

I'm still standing on the stool. What a bittersweet ending.

It's my future.

Nothing really mattered, they pity him and no one would care.

"I love you."

Goodbye. Take my body with you.
I'll take care of it.

''TOMMY, HAHAHA! YOU GREMLIN!''

I take a step forward into my nothing.

I fall into an ocean of emptiness, acceptingly.

Take me down.

"Oh, JEESUS T?????????, ????"

His eyes flutter closed to the sound of his friend, his dearest.

"..??????? !"

"It was my time, and you will take my body."

He's been replaced by the swarming negativity in his head. A corpse left behind.
His arms and legs fed to it, along with a slim stomach. A breakfast for the manifestation of everything that killed him.
And now, once a young boy in a noose fed as the main course.

Nothing.
A void.

"It's stupid innit?" 

...

"I gave up. I fed into the deceit and the lies."

...

"I knew all along, I just went along with it like a puppet."















"And those are the fakest fucking colors I've ever seen, and the last thing I've ever seen.
And that's all they'll see."


































An unknown body hangs, staying a monotone grey. Never gaining it's color back.
And he knows this.



















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ring, ring ring.

a new voicemail received. 

:"Hey, Tommy! It's Wilbur. I wanted to talk but you never responded. Call me back. I'll always be here for you if you wanna talk , because damn that is the saddest fucking song I know. And you are listening to it."

"I miss you,  I hate to admit it but. I'll see you later."

"Fuck it, I might just drive to your house."

"Love ya, even if it's too late to say it now."

"haha."

beep.