stop spamming for fucks sake.

Tommy tries, he really did try his best to keep up the facade in front of the dire situation currently happening to him. Tubbo says the last bit of his goodbye speech to Tommy and slowly walks towards Dream who hefts his netherite axe- watching their last interaction with a twisted gleam.You see- he was trying to focus on the present situation happening but his friends overlapping voices and reactions made him snap.“ HEY DICK’EADS, TONE IT DOWN FOR A FUCKING MINUTE WILL YOU?! “ He snaps at thin air, massaging his temples. He hears them go quiet. When he finally looks up he sees both Tubbo and Dream look at him, gobsmacked.The three stood in stunned silence.Tommy’s eye twitches once he hears the familiar notes of able sisters play in vc2, he sighs- staring up at the ceiling. “ ....I fucking hate you guys. “———Wherein Tommy is aware that the smp is a game and accidentally gets glitched in the smp server Dream created with Wilbur’s story writing. Journey of TommyInnit as he tries to find a way out of the smp and back to the main hub with the help (and teasing) of his actual friends who spectates and talk to him through the private discord chat coded in his head.