Request: No
Mcyt: Tommy, Wilbur, Technoblade, Philza, mentions of Tubbo, Ranboo, Sapnap, Dream, Foolish, Sam and Puffy
Type: Angst
Ages: Tommy: 17 | Wilbur: 21 | Technoblade: 21 | Philza: 30
Au: Irl but they have hybrid features

A/N: I saw someone else do this-but I can't find the story for the life of myself. I was inspired by them and what they wrote. Again, I would tag them if I knew where it was and who made it. Enjoy more angst! I promise that I have fluff waiting to be completed! It will be (haha wilby) finished soon!

TW: blood, death, being impaled, small talk about suicide (let me know if there's more im missing)

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*third person*
Tommy was stuck.

He didn't know how he managed to get stuck in the first place, but he is. He was outside climbing a tree. He was feeling adventurous and since his family didn't care enough about where he was going or what he was doing, he thought it would be smart to climb the tallest tree he could find in their backyard.

He shouldn't have, to say the least.

Now he's at least 30 feet in the air (based off of his prediction) and he's too scared to get down. Sure, he has wings, but Phil hasn't bothered to teach him how to use them or how to fly because apparently Wilbur's guitar lessons and Technoblade's sparring sessions are far more important.

He was getting bored of being ignored. He was the youngest brother, the smallest in the family. Sure, he was annoying and loud, but that was his personality. That's just who he was. But there was more than the loudness because the loudness hid how he felt.

How he felt like he wanted to die. Every hour of the day. He contemplated ending it a lot, but always stopped because he didn't want Tubbo or Ranboo to be hurt because of his decision. But he's hanging on by a thread now.

So this is where he is. In a tree, alone, getting cold and scared.

Yes, he could call for Wilbur or someone to get him down, but Tommy knew that Wilbur would only laugh, take a photo, get Techno and insult and laugh at him. He'd rather avoid that and be stuck.

He looked down and gulped. It was a long drop. Long enough of a drop that it could kill him. What doesn't help is how Tommy is scared of heights. He's always been scared of going up high. Which is also probably why he's never tried to learn to fly by himself.

Tommy decided to try and get down. 'One step at a time'  he told himself. He twisted around so he could step down the branches, like you would step down a latter. He went foot by foot, making sure his foot was sturdy before putting his weight on it.

This process went on for a while, before his foot slipped.

He started falling.

And falling.

And falling.

Pain.

Still falling.

More pain.

Falling.

A crack.

Falling-

Then it stopped.

The pain of falling stopped. But a new pain started. It was in his stomach and back. He felt a thick liquid ooze onto his hand. He slowly and painfully brought his hand up to his face, and his eyes widened.

It was blood. And lots of it. He let out a cry of pain. Maybe he's getting what he wants. The escape he's been avoiding for months. The death he craves daily, but never chases. But what if this is also what he doesn't want? What if he's fooling himself? He knows death isn't a logical way to escape. But the neglect hurts.

He laid there, in pain. He got up and somehow succeeded. It hurt like hell, but he pushed through anyways. If Technoblade could do this, so could he.

..Could he, though?

Yes. Yes he can. He is not weak. He only fell from a tree.

He started walking back to the house, feeling a bit weird. With blood dripping, making his clothing sticky and having an odd weight on his stomach-

Holy shit.

He looked down and saw a decent sized stick impaling him. What the fuck was he supposed to do? He's going to die, surely. But he wants death. He's been thinking about it, and now it's coming his way with open arms.

He got to the house and opened the door, pain shooting up his whole body. He noticed blood dripping onto the floorboards. That would make Phil mad later. Not like Tommy cares anymore, anyways. He started feeling light headed with every step he took, but he had to make it to the living room and get Phil's attention-or anyone's at this point. That would be a challenge.

He got to the living room and saw his brothers and his "dad" sitting around. Techno and Wilbur were talking about who knows what and Phil was reading. From Tommy's best guess, Phil would say he's "busy" but reading does not make someone busy. And most likely, Techno and Wilbur will just tell him to get out or ignore him.

He gained courage and spoke up. "P-Phil?" He whispered, his body throbbing.

"Not now Tommy. I'm busy." Phil said, flipping a page in his book.

'Yeah, busy my ass' Tommy thought. He internally groaned at the thought of trying to talk to his brothers.

"Wilbur?" He croaked.

"No, Tommy. I'm talking to Techno." Wilbur said, clear annoyance in his tone.

"Tech-"

"Tommy if Wilbur can't talk to you, neither can I." Technoblade snapped, a scowl on his face, not that Tommy could see that anyways.

Tommy huffed with anger, starting to lean against the wall more. The blood puddle beneath him was growing at a scary pace.

He was scared. Scared of death for the first time since he thought about it. The blood puddle still growing, taunting him with his soon to come death. He started to cry. He didn't know what happened after death and he wasn't sure if he wanted it anymore.

No. He sticks to decisions. He wants death. This will be good for himself and his family. No more Tommy equals a happier life for everyone he knows. Maybe not so much Tubbo and Ranboo, but they'll survive. He's only loud and useless.

This is good. For him and everyone else.

But that doesn't mean he wants to bleed out without his family noticing. His legs started to weaken so he quickly spoke up again.

"Techno, please-"

"NO, TOMMY!" He said, his back still facing away from Tommy. "Stop being so pushy!"

"But it's important. More important than you think if you just looked.." Tommy begged, his voice failing as he spoke more. Blood was going up his throat and starting to spill over his chin. His time was coming to an end and they still couldn't care for him.

"I'm sure it is Tommy. Because your so-" Techno's sentence got cut off once he turned around, taking in the position his younger brother was in. Bashed and bruised with blood spilling from his torso and mouth.

"TOMMY WHAT THE FUCK!" Techno screamed, rushing over to Tommy just as he started falling. This got Phil and Wilbur's attention as they both looked in his direction and rushed over as well.

Philza had started to cry. Why hadn't he noticed his son? If he had just been a better father, they wouldn't be in this situation. He should've just listened. Tommy was clearly pleading for his life and he just brushed it off. He wasn't even busy. He was reading. Why? Why couldn't he just had listened.

Wilbur had put Tommy's head in his lap, some of his tears landing on his jeans or on Tommy's face. He brushed his hands though Tommy's golden hair, something he knew the younger liked. He realized he had been a dick to Tommy his whole life. Tommy was just being Tommy and he just had to ruin it. Tommy only wanted to hang out with the brother he looked up too. He didn't mean to annoy Wilbur trying to learn guitar, he wanted to be like his brother. But he couldn't see that.

Technoblade was crying. He never cried. It was a known thing. Since he'd met this family, he'd cried a total of three times, this making it four. He put his hands around the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. He knew it wasn't working. He was fully aware his brother was dying because of their ignorance and them neglecting him.

Tommy was trying to stay awake. In this moment, he truly realized that his family was the best thing he had. They were the best. Sure they were rude and ignorant, but if they knew something was wrong, they would fix it. It did feel like pity help a lot of the time but it felt nice to Tommy knowing that they wanted to help.

He truly didn't want to die.

He didn't want it anymore. Dying hurt. Dying was sad. Dying would hurt so many people. People like his family and friends. Tubbo, Ranboo, Sam, Foolish, Puffy, hell even Sapnap and Dream.

Why had he wanted this? He didn't know anymore. He wanted to run in the field with Tubbo and find alliums with Ranboo, build red stone and play tag with Sam and Puffy, commit arson and graffiti with Sapnap like the older days and play pranks on people with Dream. That's what he wanted to do before he died. But he didn't. He let the idea of death get to him.

He let the tears fall, choking of blood while sobbing. His family was all around him. His head of Wilbur's lap, Techno holding his hand and putting useless pressure on his stomach and Phil whispered reassuring things to them, which they knew he was trying to convince himself this wasn't happening.

"Toms-I-were so sorry!" Wilbur wailed, tears dripping down his face quickly.

"Why was I so ignorant!" Phil said. "Why was I so bad to you!"

"Hey-hey Tommy." Techno said, looking at Tommy. "H-how about we sp-spar toge-ther tomorrow. We can wake up-up early and play until-til lunch. Then eat with-with Wilbur a-and Phil. We can wat-ch Up before we go-go to sleep. After that, you can have-have a day with-with Wi-il." Techno said, stuttering and letting out a choking sob that they knew was a sad laugh.

Tommy smiled, letting blood drip from his mouth. "That-that sounds....li-ke something-ing ni.....ce.." Tommy said, his words slurring more and more together as he faded.

"I-I could teach you you-r favourite s-song, Strawberry. Like-like you al-always want-wanted." Wilbur said, hiccuping once and a while as he tried to keep his sobs quiet. Tommy hummed peacefully in response. He gently squeeze Techno's hand as a way to say he was letting go. Techno sobbed more, letting Tommy know that he understood.

"And I'll read to you. I-I'll read your fa-favourite b-book before y-you go to slee-p. You can-can choose." Philza said, his head hanging low.

They all knew that there was no tomorrow with Tommy. There was no sparing with Techno or guitar playing with Wilbur and no reading with Phil. There was none of that. Because they wouldn't listen.

"I....I li-ike h-how t-t-that....soun-nds." Tommy said in a whisper, his throat full of blood that continued to fall from his mouth. He let out a choked laugh.

"I love you guys. I-I'm sorry if....if I ever w-was-was an....annoying." Tommy said, looking up at Wilbur. Wilbur shook his head.

"Never. You w-were never. And you could never, Sunshine." Wilbur whispered and he kissed Tommy forehead gently.

Techno squeezed Tommy's hand to get his attention to which he looked over.

"You-you can let go..it'll all be ok. When you wake up, you'll be safe. I promise that-that we'll all visit you Bubba." Techno looked at Tommy and nodded his head.

And that was when their world came crashing down.

Their little Tommy was gone.

*tommy's pov*

I never wanted to let go.

It was scary and sad.

But now it's peaceful.

I can look over my family and friends. It's like a third person view of the world.

My last words were ones I meant and don't regret.

But I wish I told them that I never meant to hurt them in our last moments.

It felt right at the time, but when I think of it now I think how maybe I never wanted to die.

End A/N: I made myself cry. Technoblade got me. My own damn writing. Gosh. This hit me hard. I really hope not to many other people are sobbing. So sorry if you are. Also, if you feel like you want to commit, please for the love of god DO NOT. If you need to, there are numbers you can call for help, the people there are there to listen. If you really need to, my inbox is open. I will listen and I will reply. You are so important to this world. Never feel like you aren't because you 100000% are. This is so sappy for me, I never write like this.

You are loved, remember that.

-Starby <3