SBI Whumptober - Poisoned. Based loosely off of that old TikTok audio from Cinnamon by Hayley Williams. I only know this by Clingyduo cosplays so why not have this. I struggled with this one to the point of failing to get it out on day 8, so please give it a like if you enjoy!
Today should have been perfect, and yet… nothing felt quite right.
He leaned over and rested his head on Tubbo’s shoulder, watching the sunset with the other boy.
That day was his birthday, so he and Tubbo had dressed up in PJs(Tommy’s was green and covered in bees, while Tubbo’s was red and adorned with raccoons) and done whatever Tommy had wanted.
And it had been great, for a while!
They had built massive cobblestone towers and laughed at each other when they’d failed to land in the ponds and died, having to run back from their respawn point in Tommy’s house, and they’d gone looking for ducks and spiders, and gotten pet rocks with each other, and everything else Tommy could think of.
But something just felt wrong. There was a foreboding pit in Tommy’s stomach, and the blonde had no idea why.
He sighed again.
“Is something wrong, Toms?”
Tommy yelped as Tubbo shifted to look at him, subsequently losing Tommy his pillow.
“Yeah… just a bit tired. Big day, innit?”
Tubbo studied Tommy’s face, searching for a sign as to why Tommy was so much less boisterous than normal.
“Toms… do you want to go see Wilbur?” The brunette rushed to clarify at Tommy’s startled look. “You just mentioned him this morning, and you seem down, so… we could go see him, if you’d like. He is your brother after all.”
(And wasn’t that a contradictory sentence. Brothers by blood and by history, but not much else. Not anymore.)
Tommy thought for a moment. He could go, and risk being shunned by a person he really shouldn’t care about at all, or he could stay here with Tubbo, and keep thinking about whether or not Wilbur would even remember at this point.
Tubbo watched Tommy think for a moment, then stood up abruptly, pulling the younger boy up.
Tommy yelped. “Tubbo, what are you-”
Tubbo cut him off with a bleat, pulling him onto the path.
“We’re going to see Wilbur, it will be good for you.”
Tommy tried to protest(about five times actually), but every sentence was cut off by a warning bleat.
He slumped and let Tubbo drag him along the Prime path.
They quickly arrived at where Wilbur was staying, a rundown shack outside of Las Nevadas.
The bitch was like a wet cat, following his crush(ew) around everywhere.
Tubbo knocked on the door, never letting go of Tommy’s wrist.
(He knew the other boy would run.)
When nobody answered, Tubbo shook his head, stomped a hoof, and rammed the door down.
Tommy barely flinched, used to the other boy’s antics.
But… there was nobody inside.
Tubbo bleated in frustration and turned to Tommy.
“Okay… he’s not here.”
Tommy wasn’t listening, though. He’d seen a note on the table.
He pushed past Tubbo, picking it up and skimming the the contents
Dear Tommy.
You’re definitely going to show up today. Don’t bother waiting for me, I won’t be back for a few days. I don’t want to deal with your birthday.
The note slipped out of Tommy’s hands, and tears slipped down his face. Distantly, he heard Tubbo come over to ask if he was alright, then see the message and hug Tommy tight.
Tommy just cried silently, shaking.
(Dream taught him to be better than this. He taught him to never be this weak. Why was he so weak.)
Eventually, Tommy had enough mental fortitude to move away from Tubbo.
“Y’wanna… wanna go get a burger?” His voice was hoarse and weak.
The ram hybrid gave him a small smile.
“Sure, Toms.”
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By the time they reached the burger shop, Tommy had made a decision.
He was going to get the Pumpkin Spice Latte and forgo a burger.
He told Tubbo to order without him, insisting that he would pay for his own, then talked about nothing in particular while the friends waited.
With how slow the place was, it only took a couple of minutes for the food to come out.
The boys went up and thanked the employees for the service, then walked outside to look at the stars.
Tommy listened to Tubbo speak happily, chugging his drink.
“Hey, Big T. We should try to guess each other’s drinks from the smell, like we did when we were little.”
Tubbo gasped and nodded. “Okay okay okay… you go first.”
Tommy switched beverages with his friend and took a long smell of the scent wafting out of the cup.
He wrinkled his woefully human nose, feeling woozy. “Is that black coffee?”
Tubbo nodded, giggling at Tommy’s affronted look.
“You disgusting, disgusting man. How could you?”
Tubbo tapped Tommy teasingly with a hoof, then settled down.
“Okay okay, my turn now.” He took a smell, goatlike nose twitching.
“Smells like citrus and…” The brunette paled. “Cinnamon.”
Tommy met his eyes as they flicked up panickedly, letting an exhausted smile slip through. “Cinnamon.”
Then his eyes rolled up into his head and he collapsed.
And the last thing he heard was a bleating scream of “Tommy!!”
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