𝙻𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚍'𝚜 𝚆𝚘𝚕𝚏 | 𝙲𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝙱𝚘𝚢𝚜𝙰𝚄 | [𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙰 𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙿]

𝙻𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎

TW// abuse, cussing, crying, mention of death/dying/getting hung, breif mention of child labor

3rd person POV

Tommy found himself (again) standing in front of the large, brick wall that held him captive from the open world. He was told stories of wicked beasts that lurked beyond its shelter. Nobody had ever seen these creatures though. The only "proof" that existed was old paintings.

And come on, can you really trust a painting?

"Thomas!" The boy was pulled from his throughs by the sound of the caretaker, Meredith was her name, of his orphanage shouting his name. He sighed at the use of his real name.

"I have told you time after time, young man!" She screeched, causing the boy to flinch back from her gravelly, hoarse voice. "Stop. coming. to. the. wall!" She landed a hard smack across the boys face, causing him to nearly fall on his ass.

She grabbed him by his red hood and drug him back to the orphanage across town. They got many strange looks from the townspeople.

Tommy could feel the fabric of his red, hooded cape beginning to tear from being pulled on.

"Quit! You're ripping my hood!" Tommy said. "Shut your trap!" She scolded.

Then suddenly, the sound of fabric ripping rung through the boys ears as he was forcefully yanked through the orphanage doors. He gasped.

Finally, the lady let go of him.

He quickly took off the hooded cape and searched for the tear. Sure enough, he found a rip about four inches long where the hood was sewed onto the cape. He felt tears well in his eyes.

"Oh, please. It's just a tear. That thing is too girly for you anyways." The lady spat.

"That's because it was my mothers!" He shouted, grabbing everyone's attention. "Don't raise your voice at me, young man!" "I have the right to yell at you! You just ruined the only thing I have left of my mum!" Hot tears of anger and sadness finally poured from the boys eyes.

"If you really care that much then go get someone to sew it!"

"Who?! I don't have any money! Who's gonna do it for free?!"

"Figure something out, then!"

They glared at each other for a moment.

"And if I have to tell you one more time to stay away from that wall, you will be stuck with the cleaning for two months and will be fed once a week."

And with that, she walked away. Tommy now noticed the many children and caretakers looking his way. He glanced towards the top of the stairs to see his two friends staring down at him with sorrowful looks.

Tommy began jogging up the stairs towards them. He pushed past them and went into their bedroom. He sat on his bed and hugged the hood to his chest, wetting it with his tears. He felt weight beside of him in the bed, and then felt a pair of arms wrap around him. He looked over to see one of his friends, Tubbo. He instantly hugged his short friend back.

"It's not fair, Tubs." Tommy sniffed. "Why does she hate me so much more than everyone else? What have I done?" He asked. "I don't know, Toms." Tubbo sighed.

Then you could hear the faint tapping noise of fingernails on wood. The two looked over to see their other friend, Ranboo, looking at the two.

"What's up, Ran?" Tommy smiled, wiping the tears from his face. Ranboo held up a small purple flower. Tommy carefully took the flower from Ranboos hands. "It's so pretty...where did you find this?" He asked.

Ranboo then pointed out of the window to none other than the wall.

"You- You went beyond the wall?!" Tommy asked. Ranboo shook his head 'no'. "Did someone at the wall give it to you?" Tommy asked. Ranboo nodded. "Who?" Then Ranboo stood really tall and straight and saluted. "One of the guards gave it to you?" Tubbo asked. Ranboo smiled and nodded. "That's nice!" Tommy said. Ranboo nodded.

Every since Ranboos parents had died, he hadn't spoke. Not a single peep. It was probably because he was traumatized. He watched both of his parents get hung for stealing a loaf of bread. They were very poor, and couldn't afford anything.

"Holy hell, Toms! What happened to your face?!" Tubbo suddenly asked. "Is it bad?" Tommy asked. "You've got a big red handprint on you!" "She slapped me." There was a brief pause. "What..?" Tubbo squeaked. "That bitch slapped me."

"I'm so sorry!" Tubbo higged Tommy's neck. "It's alright. Not like it hasn't happened more than once." Tommy sighed. "Still. She shouldn't hit you." Ranboo nodded. Tommy shrugged. "It's whatever."

"I think the stories are fake." Tommy said. "What?" Tubbo questioned. "The stories of the creatures that live beyond the wall. Nobody has ever actually seen one. The only 'proof' we have are some thousand-year-old paintings!" He scoffed. "I suppose you have a point." Tubbo said. "But! You can never be too sure, can you?" He added.

"Well I think someone should go out there and see." Tommy said. "And risk getting themselves killed? I'd pass on that one, boss man." Tubbo chuckled. "I would go." "You would die." "How can you be so sure?" "I can't. Just...don't go. It's dangerous even if there aren't beasts."

"Fine." Tommy said.

That 'fine' didn't mean much though. Tommy still was determined to see if the stories were real or not.

What the hood looks like from the back bc I could NOT find anything better:

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