♡ Bench Trio Oneshots ♡

• im sinking into hell slowly but surely •

(lmaoo, retitle it later, Riley. Hi! Welcome to not mentally okay Tommy :D

Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah I'll redo the shit later lmao)

I did not redo the shit nor am I retitling it lmfaoo

Enjoy😋
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It was quite a.. stressful day for Tommy, to say the least.

No particular reason, just the fact Tommy couldn't fucking eat or drink anything without wanting to throw up, or the fact there were millions of thoughts jumbled into Tommy's head at once all day. It was torture, absolute torture.

Tommy couldn't get one exact thought out of his head though. 'You're just a loud, annoying, fucking child! Shut up.' He didn't like talking about where that came from. Not at all. But it's burned into his memory like the scar of a smile carved into his neck.

A lot of his memories are jumbled and confusing to remember. Puffy told him it was a trauma response of some sort, because of what he endured. However, Tommy can vaguely remember where it came from and who said it.

It was either from prison or exile. Either way, it came out of Dream's mouth. The two sentences that'd fuck him up, straight out of Dream's mouth. It hurt. It hurt and Tommy couldn't get himself out of it. The void full of pain and misery, it was fucking hell if he's ever been.

Tubbo and Ranboo have slightly been catching on, but not enough to raise lots in suspicion. Even if it wasn't much, they still kept a tab in their mind to remind themself to check up on Tommy, make sure disc is alright. If you considered being in a void full of pain, the thoughts all jumbled in one big fucking mess in your mind, the urge to self harm, okay, then yeah. Disc is completely fine.

Tommy really just had the urge to self harm. So bad. But he had to remind himself, he was almost a year clean. But fuck, was it hard. It got to the point he was on the floor, sobbing, because nothing was making sense.

Nothing felt fucking real. Not disc self, the floor, the environment, nothing. And it just made the urge to ground discself by harming discself grow stronger.

With short breaths and jumbled to hell thoughts, he knew he had to text someone. Anyone.

With shaky hands, the blond ended up grabbing disc's communicator, sending a very misspelled text to the first person disc clicked on, which was Tubbo.

'TommyInnit: Tubvo i meed toi fycing rifht nkw
TommyInnit: i xant handle fhjs plasse
TommyInnit: jsyt pleae ikk ezoakn later, if i donf have yig nkw, it'll end beadly and i jnwo it'

Tubbo read the messages, slightly confused at the jumbled letters. They had to decipher the message for a good minute, but they finally got the messages.

Tubbo was quick to get up, and ram sprinted out of his cabin's door without any explanation to Ranboo or Michael. Ram's best friend needed ram, and ram wasn't one to leave someone ram truly cares about behind.