Scratch The Itch

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OK so this one is about where Tommy doesn't want to be like Phil so he tries to get rid of everything that relates him to Phil. Tommy describes things that relate to Phil as 'itches' and when he gets rid of the relations he says he 'scratched the itch'.

Tommy's POV

Hair.

My hair was blonde.

To much like Phil's.

I hate it.

I want it gone.

Hair dye.

Pale blonde to dirty brown.

Ill look like Tubbo.

Open packaging.

Mix up colors.

Rub into hair.

Let sit.

Wash.

Dry.

Bam new hair.

I scratched an itch.

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Cloths.

I look to similar to Phil's style.

Change it.

Change it.

Change it.

New cloths.

Shopping time.

Black shirt.

Navy jeans.

Black shoes.

Wilbur's jacket.

New style.

Scratched an itch.

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Eyes.

Blue eyes.

To similar to Phil.

No more.

I don't like them.

Shopping again.

Contacts.

Brown eyes.

Money money money.

Open packaging.

Wet the contacts.

Apply to eyes.

New eyes.

Scratched an itch.

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Body.

To close to Phil's shape.

To fat.

To curvy.

Exercise.

Training.

Get skinny.

Lose 20 pounds.

Different shape.

Scratched an itch.

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Fighting.

To close to Phil's.

Need to change it.

Fighting stance better.

Use a bow more.

Get better.

Train harder.

Change fighting style.

Scratched an itch.

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Diet.

I eat to much like Phil.

To much meat.

More veggitables.

Eat.

No meat.

More veggies.

Vegetarian.

Scratched an itch.

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Sleep.

My sceduale is to similar to Phil's.

Sleep during day stay up at night.

Scratched an itch.

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Today was the last day.

Get rid of the last itch. The biggest itch. Wings.

I hated them. Sure they weren't black but they were still there.

I needed them to be cut off.

I grabbed my axe and headed to a place nobody would find me. I didn't want anybody to here my screams.

Sure I shouldn't have headed to my place of exile. But it was far enough away.

Phil wouldn't care neither would Techno and the mainlands wouldn't here me.

I set out on the boat. I never flew. It was to much like Phil.

I pulled up to the shore and stepped out axe in hand. I walked into the field behind the statues.

I grabbed my wing harshly and started to hack. As soon as the blade touched my bone I screamed.

It dug into my skin but I kept going. I wanted them gone. In the end it would be worth it.

I didn't notice the yelling behind me as I ripped the other wing off tossing it beside me.

Blood poured out of my back as I got dizzy.

"Tommy! What did you do?" Someone screeched

"I scratched the itch." I said slipping into a peaceful sleep

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Haha sad ending

No part two cause he ded

Also Phil found him.

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