Characters: Tommy

TW: Implications of lying and suicide

Other: Might be a little shorter than the others, just gonna alert you of that. Also, remember that none of this is cannon.

They're all liars.

They always lie, again, and again, and again.

They lie to me, they lie to others, they even lie to themselves.

But they all mostly lie to me.

Dream lied to me about being my friend. 

George lied to me about his house being so hard to repair, and how tedious it would be to get all of his "precious" items back. 

SapNap lied to me about Henry being dead. 

BBH lied to me about everything being ok. 

Skeppy lied to me about having a suprise for me. 

Niki lied to me about the pastries and bread not being filled with some kind of special liquid perfectly designed to kill, poison, or paralyze me.

Eret lied to me about always being there if I needed him. 

Wilbur lied to me about always having my back. 

Techno lied to me about being able to help me whenever I needed him. 

Philza lied to me about being a fatherly figure to me. 

Fundy lied to me about being loyal to L'manburg. 

Schlatt lied to me about not taking over the nation I had fought so hard and given so much for. 

Quackity lied to me about always being able to cheer me up, even in my worst moods. 

Punz lied to me about being there to helping me defeat Dream in my desparate time of help. 

Ranboo lied to me about helping me avoid punishment due to George's house being burned down.

Jack lied to me about never wanting to kill me. 

Sam lied to me about helping me, and taking me in when Phil finally wouldn't. 

Puffy lied to me about trying to be like a motherly figure. 

Antfrost lied to me about being on my side. 

Drista lied to me about staying with me, in exile or anywhere else.

Tubbo lied to me about being my best friend, my platonic soulmate even.

And lastly, I've lied to myself about being ok. 

About being able to handle this.

 About how this wouldn't hurt me. 

About how everything would be fine. 

How everything would just eventually become the same old world again. 

I've been lied to again, and again, and again. 

And, I think I'm finally done. 

I'm done being some messed up toy being constantly tossed around, one that doesn't need that much reassuring to be kept alive. 

I take a step foward, and suddenly, I hear the woosh of air. 

A sudden splash breaks through my ears, and all I can feel is relaxation and dim happiness as I'm slowly disinigrated in an fiery, hazardous, orange and red substance. 

I smile, for I can finally be happy, free from all the lies and truths of this world. I can finally be at peace.

Peace. 

I like that word.