"Tommy. What did you see last night." He commanded.
Tubbo worriedly turned to Tommy.
Tommy wasn't sure how he got into this mess.
What was he going to say?
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Yesterday, Tommy had been interrogated by his friends for what was the second time.
He was clearly annoyed by it, as he didn't enjoy the invasion of his privacy.
But it was ok.
They were just worried.
Right?
He sighed, brushing at his tangled hair.
He hadn't realised, but his hair had grown longer.
He could do a small plait if he wished to.
Tommy smiled softly, creating a small braid on the right side of his head.
It turned out to look fitting.
Yeah, he'll keep his hair like this for some time.
Just until he cuts it when it's too long.
He walked out the bathroom, then preparing his clothes.
He wore a baby blue jacket on top of his clothing, and simply adorned his legs with black denim.
He exited his house, locking the door behind him.
It was Saturday.
And it was snowing.
He forgotten when he usually worked, and didn't know what days he did.
Or, I fucking forgot what days of the week he worked
He shrugged it off.
It didn't matter, he owned the place.
While walking to there he spotted a figure in the distance.
It was an orange blur, as it had scurried away.
He was confused.
Henry?
Or was that shroud?
Prime, he didn't know what was happening anymore.
So much has happened.
He never wanted this.
He creeped towards the figure's previous location, to be met by an alleyway.
He peered in, searching the scene.
He suddenly saw the swish of a tail.
Tommy tried not to make any noise, especially since the ground was smothered in snow.
His feet, however, were not pleased with the idea.
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tommy's standard life behind a coffee counter.
Fanfiction!LOWERCASE INTENDED FOR TITLE! inspired by The Eventful Life of Bystanderinnit on AO3. inspired by TommyInnit's clinic for supervillains on AO3. Check em out, they're really pog creators and deserve attention! The fic may be reuploaded onto AO3 when...
