Runaway

Chapter 8

Tommy and voices time, oOoO.

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Tommy woke up and felt like shit, starting to already feel slight regret for running away.

No, they were crazy. At some point they would've hit me too.

He kept repeating that in his head as he got up and stretched, already trying to figure out what to do for the day. Not like he could do much, he was sorta lost after all. But he didn't travel far from the road so Tommy was sure he was fine.

Fine.

A frown tugged at his lips.

Always will be fucking fine, just DANDY ALRIGHT.

He wasn't fine.

Evil arc poggg

LETS GO VILLAIN TIME?

POGGERS

He was practically feeling like shit now that the voices spoke.

They were always so loud, but he's grown used to it and apparently now he himself is loud. The thing he probably hates and likes most, kind of ironic now that he thought about it.

Tommy grumbled as his stomach growled.

Begrudgingly, he grabbed his backpack and dug through it, grabbing a water bottle and drinking it. He could last awhile with not eating, a week at most.

Fool.

That voice was not there before.

Tommy ended up choking on his water from surprise, coughing harshly as he closed the water bottle lid.

What the fuck?

Do you not know who I am?

He would feel concerned if him talking to voices in his head wasn't out of the ordinary for him.

Of fucking course I do, your John number two right?

No, I have told you my origins and who I am. You really don't remember do you?

If me calling you John didn't say anything to your question I swear.

Tommy could've sworn he heard a sigh beside him.

Your caretaker told you about a very important topic relating to me.

Okay, and? I'm supposed to give a fuck? That guy went off the rails, I'm also pretty sure he's a witch.

Child do speak more kinder to those superior to you. Have you not been taught manners?

Of course not, I don't have fucking parents, bitch.

Apologizes.

Tommy huffed, the conversation with this voice already irritating him.

Yeah, okay.

He was gonna clean up the van now for shelter but the voice kept interrupting and making him lose focus on his tasks.

You're louder than the other ones, and that says a lot. You know that?

Respect.

No.

Now get to the point, are you trying to anger me? I actually wanna do some work and I, myself am a person that LOVES not doing shit like chores. So what the hell do you want?

Your caretaker Phil informed you of your ancestors, I am your ancestor. And I want to teach you things one would teach their kin.

Oh I KNOW you did not just call me your kin, whatever the fuck that means.