DSMP Oneshots

Benchtrio angst [Exile arc]

TW! This story will include:
Swearing, Mentions of SH, arguing, blood, mentions of blood.
The promt for this chapter was made with the help of Author_is_epic, go check her books, also very good DreamSMP fanfics!
Anyways, let's get to the chapter!!
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No-ones pov.

Ranboo has been visiting Tommy in exile for the past few months in secret. Tubbo has no idea that Ranboo is visiting Tommy at the slightest. Tubbo is getting suspicious of Ranboo when he realises Ran is dissapearing often and comming back home late so Tubbo decides to follow Ranboo one day to see where he is going so often.

Ranboo pov:
I wake up, gently getting out of bed to not wake up Tubbo who's still sleeping. I get dressed, check on Tubbo one more time before I leave the house to go visit Tommy at his exile spot. The walk isn't that long in my opinion. It's only a one and a half hour walk, but hey, it's good to get some exercise when you can!

When I get to Tommy's exile I see that he wasn't outside by the lake and he's always outside in the morning. The only time I saw that Tommy was still inside this late in the morning was when I found out what he had done the night before...

Flashback to four months ago. Tommy pov:
I can't sleep. The voices are too loud, keep telling me to die, starve, kill my friends and I hate it.. I really wish Ranboo or Phil was here. Ranboo always comes check on me in the morning and hangs out with me during the day...

The voices kept chanting negative stuff and I decided I had enough. They wanted me hurt so that's what they'll get..

TW! cutting and hateful comments to self.

I stand up from my bed and walk over to my desk and open a drawer. I start searching through it to find a special thing I stole from Dream a few weeks ago.
I found it, his obsidian pocket knife.
I walk back to the darkest corner of the little room I built in my small wooden hut and I sit down. I can still hear the voices, "CUT, CUT, CUT!! YOU DESERVE IT! BLEED! BLEED! BLOOD! NOW! YOU DON'T DESERVE TO BE HAPPY AFTER WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO YOUR FRIENDS!!" So I roll up my sleeves and I slowly put the cold obsidian blade to my arm. It was cold, so cold that a shiver went up my spine. I could feel the tears in my eyes begging to be free and fall. I slowly drag the obsidian blade on my arm putting pressure on it making a cut in my arm, some blood starting to slowly seep out of the cut. I realise how deep it is bit i dont care, the voices want me to suffer..

"Holy s-shit... t-that hurts a l-lot.."

I whisper to myself. I was actually surprised at how much it hurt even if I've done this before. I also knew how much it would hurt after I was done.

I continue pulling and dragging the cold obsidian blade over my arms drawing more and more blood. The blood seeping out of the cuts, slowly, and slowly running down my arms. It stung like hell and my tears fell. I sobbed, the voices quieting down and then finally going silent. I stop cutting my arms and when I looked down at them properly, I realise what I had done and I look in shock and horror at all the blood and cuts on my arms... I start to feel lightheaded and black spots start to cover my vision. Then suddenly everything went black and I fall unconscious, the knife slipped out of my hand and my head leaning back against the wall. Blood slowly running down my arms and slightly pooling under me.