Fics like a house with closed doors

“What are you doing for Thanksgiving?” Tubbo asks again, attempting to throw the apple core into the trash and instead missing horribly. He whistles innocently when one of the teachers whips her head around, staring at the apple core that has appeared at her feet. “Y’know,” Tommy whispers. He throws his arms around himself. “The usual.” He continues gnawing at the inside of his cheek, and doesn’t stop when the blood coats his tongue. It’s metallic, and he scrunches up his nose when the blood runs down his throat. “Gotta help the parents with dinner and all.” He stares at his feet and misses the look that Tubbo and Ranboo give each other. “So they’ll be back?” Tubbo asks. Tommy swallows. “Yeah. Yeah, Tubs, I’m sure they’ll be back this time.” The lie burns his tongue, but he churns it out anyways. Better to rest Tubbo’s conscience than bother him again. or: Tommy's parents have been gone for months now. He's used to this. It's normal, after all. Still, it leaves a sting in his heart around the holidays. When everyone else is spending time with their loved ones, Tommy sits alone in an empty house This year, however, SBI, Tubbo and Ranboo change that

Fics like a house with closed doors

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