Archive of Our Own

*tsk*

Is this on?

Oh! This on.

Alright. Ughh--

I'm Tommy, Tommyinnit. If you hear this. It's mean i'm already dead. Well, not technically. My "identity" was dead.

Or-- maybe i was dead.

*Silent*

Ugh... I don't know. I'm not supposed to be like this, yeah? I mean, i'm Tommyinnit. The biggest man ever! The biggest man who not supposed to be "dead". Or whatever.

*Silent*

I want to die.

Fuck.

No. Not my identity. I want to die. Truly. It's kinda sad, innit? Like why, why i'm supposed to be like this? I'm not-- i don't know. HAHAHAH--

*silent*

*Sigh*

No shit Sherlock. I want to kill myself you know.

Welp. I'm already here, so...

Today, 9 April 2022.

What a wonderful day. With overwhelming though. What am i thinking honestly? Why i'm not be honest to myself fuck! Shit! I-i'm not supposed to be here. I--

*Silent again*

*sound of sobbing*

Yeah. Fucking hell.

I am dramatic bitch. This is fucked up. How everyone will react my dead anyway?

Ugh... No. I think they will not care. Right?

I mean, I trying to talk to them. It's feel like zero results. They doesn't care. T-- they supposed to be care, right? But hell. Why. Why you doesn't care???

I'm fucking in the building rooftop right now. Want to jump, haha.

*Silent*

*sounds like the sound of something being kicked*

Fuck you. All of you. Why. Why. Why. Why.

I--

*Silent again*

Fuck.

Whatever.

Forget about this shit lmao.

*Laugh voice*

*Silent*

I want to jump.

*Silent*

I will.

*Silent*

I'm feel lonely. You know, hoping someone is here and screaming to me to don't jump.

*Silent*

No one here tho. Everyone is not here.

They are in America. Or in another place.

*Silent*

I messed up. Right--?

*Silent*

Oh hell. This is my birthday. How this can be like this.

*Silent*

Who ever listen to this. You need to know.

It's not your fault. Sorry.

I-- I'm not supposed to said that.

This is my fault.

Because, i want to die.

*Silent*

*Laugh voice*

*Long silent*

...

Will. I'm sorry. This is my birthday, innit? We supposed to be have fun. But-- hell man. We supposed to be playing with fireworks right now. Drinking together. Or do ilegal shit.

*Laugh voice*

*Silent*

No. We will never do that.

Not anymore.

I--

*Long silent*

*Sobbing*

Tubbo, Ranboo. My man-- i-- well uh.

*Silent*

I hope you can be friends yeah? Always support each other. Yeah? You have. I'll haunt you if you don't.

*Silent*

I happy tou know all of you.

But-- sorry. I-- i--

*Long silent*

*Sobbing*

I'm sorry.

*The record is end*

Tommyinnit
@Tommyinnit

Thx.
Video 5.35 minutes

Wilbursoot
@Wilbursoot
What the fuck.
Tommy this is not funny.

 

Where are you?

 

Pick up my fucking phone, Toms.

 

TOMMY.

 

Tubbo
@Tubbo
Bossman. Pick up my phone, pls.

 

Pls.

 

Pls.

 

Pls.

 

Fuck.

 

Ranboo
@Ranboo
Tommy. Where are you.

 

Fuck. Toms. This is not fucking funny.

 

Tommy, you better answer me.

Philza
@Philza
Mate. What happens.

Tell me this just fucking jokes.

 

Tommy, don't fucking do anything right now.

 

Dream
@Dream
Tommy. People doesn't hoping this.

 

Pls. Answer our call.

 

Tommy.

 

Fuck.

 

Quackity
@Quackity
Man. Thomas pls. Shit.

 

You doesn't pick everyone call.

 

Fucking hell. Toms. Pls answer.

 

Tommy.

 

Georgenotfound
@Georgenotfound
Tommy. What the fuck.

 

No.

 

Everyone pls, if someone find Tommy, help him.

 

Shit, THIS IS ALMOST AN HOUR NOW.

 

Jack Manifold
@jackmanifold
Tommy.

 

Everyone now panic.

 

Answer us.

Random user1
@ranuse1

TW||suicide

People saw someone jump. Calling the ambulance.
But failed. He die right after his jump.
It's, Tommyinnit.

 

Random user 2
@ranuse2
DID EVERYONE READ THE NEWS???
MY GOD. TOMMYINNIT JUMP OFF THE BUILDING.
Rest in peace for him...

 

Random user3
@Ranuse3
I hope Tommyinnit is happy now in better place:*)
May he rest in peace....

 

Breaking news!

Streamer Minecraft, Tommyinnit. Found dead, after committing suicide. Before that happens, he send the last record on his twitter.

Maybe, it's already late to save him. Innit?

***

Dead. I'm dead.

I can see them.

Standing, crying. Look at my coffin. Mourning. No one even talking.

Wilbur even can't standing. Phil trying to comfort Wilbur, but he even can't comfort himself. I can saw Techno and Dream here. Tubbo cry, hugging Ranboo. I want to join them, but well. I'm transparent.

Everyone here. Dream smp members, he old friends. Everyone he even almost never meet and talking again is here too. Eryn, Freddie, Aimsey, Deo, and another.

How fun.

Sadly. This is my funeral.

Not my birthday party.

How sad.

I'm dead. Alone.

In my birthday.

Happy birthday.

Tommy.

<