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T/W Panic Attacks.

Tommy's P.O.V

Sam and I were walking around the server when he turned to me. "Hey Tommy," I said, "With the hotel, I think Sam Nook would like it if you wrote a book for everyone on the server. Kind of like an invitation. You don't have to write one for everyone, maybe just the people that you'd want to stay there. People that have been nice to you."

I froze. 

All I could hear was Dream laughing at me when I tried to write a letter for Tubbo. It wasn't my fault I didn't know how to write...or read. 

"We don't have to!" Sam said, noticing my panicked expression.

"Yeah, uh, maybe not today though. It's a good idea!"

"Okay, well, I'll get you some books and quills and then you let me know when you're ready." 

I was terrified of telling people that I was illiterate. I couldn't write or read. Every time that I had told someone they had laughed about it or made fun of me. The thing was, Techno could read. Wilbur could read. Phil could read. I couldn't.  Phil had been the one to teach Wilbur and Techno but when it came to me, he hadn't bothered. Instead, he and Techno would just go out on adventures leaving Wilbur and me at home. Wilbur was a great older brother but he couldn't be bothered with teaching me to read. He knew that that was Phil's job and he expected him to do it. But he never did. And so I was left, with no knowledge as to how I was supposed to read and how to write. I felt so useless in so many situations and I just wanted to at least be able to learn the basics. 

Sam wanted me to write letters and it just reminded me of the fact that it was a normal thing for people to be able to do. I couldn't do it. 

1 month later, I got a letter in the mail from Sam. I could tell it was Sam by the little creeper sticker in the top left corner. I couldn't read it. I had no idea what it said and it made me so frustrated. 

It felt like when Wilbur was trying to teach me German but Techno was trying to teach me Spanish at the same time. Just...confusing. 

A couple of hours later, Sam came by. "Did you read it?" He asked, gesturing to the letter that I had left on my desk.

"Oh uh, no, I didn't." 

"Okay, well, it was just going over some basic build plans. I can just show you them if it's easier." 

"Yeah, that'd be great." 

Another month passed before I slipped up again. I was hanging out at Sam's house with Ranboo. "Hey, Tommy?" Ranboo said, "Did you get my letter while you...were in...you know." 

"Exile? No." 

"Dream told me you did and I went by today while I was headed towards the Jungle and I saw a chest. It had all the letters in it. Under your house. Are you sure you never got them?" 

I began to panic. I had gotten them but I hadn't read them. I couldn't read them. Physically couldn't. "Tommy? Shit! Tommy, breathe!" Ranboo's voice cut through my thoughts, "Sam! Come here!" There were heavy footsteps and then I could see someone, through my cloudy vision, crouching in front of me. 

"Tommy," Sam said gently, taking my hands, "You're okay, I'm right here, it's going to be okay." 

"I...I c-can't breathe." I stammered as my body began to feel less numb and come back to reality. Shit. I was having a panic attack.

"You're going to be alright Toms, just focus on me. Listen to my voice. I need you to take in a nice deep breath." 

Sam began to take overexaggerated breaths so that I would copy them.