Tw: angst, sh, death, abuse, transphobia, and gender dysphoria

Exactly 2 years and 3 days ago

Tommy stayed sitting on the edge of rock, he wasn't supposed to be sitting down on a dirty area as his "lovely" mother would remind him every time he would try to leave the house however he was being forced to wear a dress so it became a goal to get a little dirty.

Don't get him wrong the dress was cute, it was a pastel pink with white ruffles on the sleeve and bottom and if he saw it on a girl he would think she looked beautiful; not himself though.

His mother was determined though to get him to "act his gender" but Tommy was a boy. He hated the name Tammy, he hated when anyone would say she or her to refer to him, and he hated wearing dresses.

It made him want to cry most of the time, he loved seeing himself in simple khaki shorts with a red baseball tee though; Tommy could forgive the long hair, he had seen plenty men with long hair and they all look amazing but he couldn't help but enjoy the short fluffy hair style more.

He had seen boys outside with that hair and it made him giddy with happiness anytime he thought about himself with that kinda hair.

Maybe one day.

With the boy zoning out he didn't notice another small child walking towards him with a big bright smile on their face.

"Hello!" The dark haired kid said loudly.

Tommy was snapped out of his thoughts and looked back at the other child. They had long raven hair that was tied up neatly into pigtails with red ribbons and a overalls dress with a yellow shirt underneath.

"You're a pretty girl!" The raven said practically shinning with joy.

Tommy couldn't help but get slightly frustrated, "I'm a boy, thank you very much!"

He watched as the other child's eyes practically lit up, "wait really!? I'm a boy too!"

Tommy froze for a moment. Was this kid seriously a guy? Was he no longer alone on looking like a girl but being a guy?

"I'm transgender!" The raven boy announced proudly.

Tommy looked up at the boy with a curious face, "what's transgender?" He asked shyly

"It's when you're not the gender you were born as! My big sister told me all about this when I told her I didn't like being a girl!" The nameless boy explained; Tommy just couldn't believe it, there was someone else out there like him. Someone who was transgender.

Tommy smiled back at the other boy, "what's your name?"

"Well my birth name is Shelly Winfield but I go by Shroud now." The told as he began to sit down next to Tommy.

"What's yours?" Shroud asked sweetly

"Tammy but I'd rather you call me Tommy." The blonde explained.

Shroud only nodded, bubbling with excitement. Tommy couldn't help but feel that he had just met his best friend, his platonic soulmate.

Oh only if he knew.

2 years and 2 days ago

Tommy and Shroud walked around in the forest talking about random things.

Tommy had learned that Shroud's parents also didn't like him being transgender, he loved the color purple, and was absolutely in love with spiders.

The boy was so kind and radiated confidence, Tommy couldn't help but slightly admire the boy for that. The blonde wanted to be like Shroud so badly; maybe one day.

The two kept walking for awhile until they eventually got tired and sat down on the soft grass, taking a rest for awhile.

"Hey Toms, you know what we should do?" The raven boy asked with a devilish grin on his face.

Tommy only tilted his head slight to the side, watching as Shroud reached into his backpack. It only took a few seconds if searching for him to find a pair of scissors.

"Let's cut our hair!" Shroud yelled excitedly.

Tommy froze, this was a bad idea, a horrible idea leven but he could help feeling a slight surge of happiness wash over him. He could actually get his dream hair.

The blonde nodded at the raven getting the boy to jump in happiness. Shroud quickly sat down behind Tommy and began to chop away, it felt nice to feel the clumps of hair fall onto his back, to have his scalp feel lighter, to finally feel like a boy.

His hair was unruly at best. Truly you could tell it was cut by a child but Tommy didn't care, he finally had the hair he always wanted, this was all he could ever ask for.

Next, Shroud was getting his hair cut. It pretty much turned out the same way, unruly and messy but the raven haired boy was still ecstatic.

"Lookin sharp big man!" Shroud said  shaking Tommy.

"Same to you big man!" Tommy responded back however Shroud only frowned.

"No." He stated plainly, "you can't say big man that's my phrase!"

Tommy giggled slightly, "oh come on, really?"

Shroud only nodded quickly still keeping his angered expression.

"What? No. Come on when can I say it?" Tommy asked still with a lighthearted tone.

Shroud thought for a moment before responding, "when I die!" The boy finally decided, Tommy could only giggle yet he still pinky promised to not say it until Shroud died.

Tommy knew that wouldn't be happening anytime soon.

2 years and 1 day ago

Tommy's mom severely yelled at him last night for his hair. He didn't really care though he decided to just ignore the women, it got hard with some of the slaps but he could manage.

Tommy wasn't expecting the condition he found Shroud in however, the boy had a black eye, cuts along his arms, and bruises along his body.

Tommy stared in shock, what had happened to his friend?

Shroud looked up at Tommy and smiled, "it's okay big man I'm not that hurt."

Tommy walked over to Shroud and sat down, gently pulling the other boy closer to him so he could hug him, "it doesn't look that way. How did this happen?"

Shroud looked away anxiously, "some my dad gave me." He stated, "I gave myself the cuts."

Tommy could only stare at his friend. Shroud wouldn't do that to himself right? Right?

Tommy hugged the boy tighter not knowing what else to do, it seemed to calm Shroud down enough for right now.

What Tommy would do after this though he had no idea so he simply talked to Shroud.

"You know when we get older we're gonna leave this place and have the coolest adventures ever." Tommy said

Shroud only smiled, "mhm, and we're gonna have the hottest wives."

Tommy laughed, "we can be cool heroes! We can save tons and tons of people!"

"We'll save kids who are like us and make sure they have the best and most supportive family possible!" Shroud added on.

Tommy nodded excitedly, he couldn't wait for this to happen.

He knew it would.

"Hey Shroud can you promise me something?" Tommy asked quietly

Shroud glanced up at him, "depends, what do you want me to promise?"

"That you won't cut yourself again." Tommy stated, it hurt to say that, the words were almost bitter coming out of his mouth.

Shroud went quite for a moment looking away in embarrassment, "Tommy...I don't know if I can promise that."

"Then just try not to do it. Please Shroud." Tommy practically begged, it hurt to think his friend would do something like that to himself, it made Tommy want to run away with Shroud right now.

Shroud nearly sighed at this, "okay Tommy, I promise I'll try as hard as I can."

Tommy smiled once more at the boy.

Sad he didn't see the crossed fingers.

Exactly 2 years ago

Tommy had a rough night, he got virtually no sleep because his thoughts were filled with too much worry for his friend. At least now he could finally go see shroud.

Tommy walked outside and headed towards the forest and their meet up spot.

When Tommy made it to the spot he found Shroud not there. Strange, Shroud was always there before Tommy. The simply marked it off as Shroud being late though.

Oh how wrong he was.

Hours had last and Shroud was not yet there, Tommy began to search for the boy but no matter where he looked he could not find his raven haired friend.

Eventually it got dark and Tommy had to go home, the boy hoped and prayed that Shroud was simply sick today. 

For the most part Tommy's night went on as normal, he took a bath, changed clothes, ate dinner, and watched the news with his mom.

It was when his mom turned on the tv though that Tommy's world was destroyed.

9 year old Kelly Winfield was killed last night by her father, police say the man was drunk and took his rage out on the girl while she was sleeping. Blah blah blah

Tommy couldn't hear the tv anymore instead he simply stood up and ran out the door. He ran to the woods as fast as he could, ignoring the burning feeling in his chest and the soreness of his legs.

By the time he actually made it to their spot Tommy collapsed and started to sob. He sobbed, screaming, anything he could do honestly.

None of this made sense to him, Shroud and him were supposed to go on adventures together, they were supposed to cut each other's hair when it got too long, they were supposed to be best friends until they were old geezers.

Shroud wasn't supposed to die, this wasn't fair.

Tommy was too busy letting his heart and soul out to notice the tall teenager with brown hair walking over to him.

"What's wrong?" Tommy was suddenly aware if the new person around and looked up at them.

It was a tall guy, he had brown hair that very curly and pretty much covered one of his eyes, and wore black jeans with a yellow sweater and long jacket.

"My friend, he's gone." Tommy responded quietly

The teen awkwardly walked over the crying blonde and sat down next to him before patting his back softly, "hey, it's gonna be okay I'm sure you will see each other again."

Tommy felt himself full with anger, "No! No I won't! You don't understand! He's dead! His dad killed him last night all because he was trans! It's so unfair I don't understand, he didn't even have anything announced right on the news! They called him a girl, they used his old name, they kept saying he was a girl!"

Wilbur felt himself be filled with slight shock by all this and honestly, anger as well. He wasn't a fan of children and frankly he found it hard to care for them when they cry but it was almost impossible to not feel bad for this child. You could see how malnourished he was, you could see the bruises on his skin, and you could see just how broken up he was about this.

Hearing the full story filled Wilbur with disgust. Welp, he might not get money for this one but death was truly the only sentence for the person who did that to the child.

But first, helping out this other kid.

The brunette tapped the grass in front of the blondes face to get his attention, "hey buddy can I know your name?"

"Tammy, but that's my old name, I go by Tommy now." The younger stated.

"Nice to meet you Tommy, my name is Wilbur." The brunette reached his hand out for the younger to shake, which Tommy did with slight hesitation.

The two began to talk for awhile about what happened to Tommy, Wilbur listened very carefully knowing the boy just needed someone to talk to.

After awhile if talking and a few hugs given to a tearful Tommy the boy slowly drifted off into sleep with a promise from Wilbur that he would be there when Tommy awoke.

For about 3 months straight Wilbur and Tommy would meet up everyday in the forest, at first it was filled with tearful stories of the boys best friend, Shroud however after awhile the two suddenly started to play make believe.

Tommy could honestly say this was the only teenager Tommy actually trusted.

Present day

Tommy sat in front of a gravestone that read,

Shroud Winfield, a child beloved by all.

Tommy placed down flowers upon the grave a sniffled a little, Wilbur soon walked up behind Tommy and placed a hand on his adopted brothers shoulder.

"You okay mate?" Wilbur asked in a concerned tone.

Tommy only nodded before turning back to grave.

"I love you big man, hope you're having the best adventures in the afterlife."

Uhhhh happy New Years? Okay I'm sorry for this chapter but like this story was lacking some cold hearted angst so I provided that but it's okay, we got some Purpled and Punz fluff coming out in a few days. Anyways lovelies I hope you're all doing okay and I wish you all a wonderful 2022 <3 (also it's 2 am so I like read over this)

Question:
Saddest fanfic you've ever read?

Mines flowers from 1970, I literally sobbed at the end