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𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚑 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 - 𝚓𝚘𝚓𝚒

Woof hello yes I am back, once more hitting you with a head canon full story just like the last chapter. This one is more on Tommy rather then Ranboo. So I will say that this little blurb in the beginning is important because I am saying that everyone in the family has like a part of them, like for instance both Wilbur and Techno being like a pig human hybrid, Phil having his wings and what you will read about Tommy :). Now into the book.

Type: Gen/little angst

Warnings:
Panic attack
Swearing
Overwhealmed/overstimulation

Bonus: Tommy backstory head canon :)

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No POV

Screaming, it was loud, very loud. The blonde didn't know why they were screaming at each other but they were "YOUR CONSTANTLY LISTENING TO MUSIC TOMMY! FOR ONCE JUST STOP AND NOT LISTEN TO IT WHEN YOU TALK TO ME!" His friend, his best friend for that matter yelled at him. "THE MUSIC MATTERS MORE THEN YOU COULD EVER UNDERSTAND TOBY!" He shouted back, he never liked yelling, well let me restate that, he never liked angry yelling, which is obviously is happening here "PLEASE TOMMY JUST ONCE STOP!" Toby yelled at the taller "THE MUSIC MATTERS MORE THEN YOU EVER COULD TOBY!" Tommy yelled without thinking through his words, to be followed by "oh shit Toby no no, no Toby i didn't mean it I-" "get out of my house" he was cut short, his apology was cut short. "Toby please I didn't mean to-" "I said GET OUT OF MY HOUSE" his best friend screamed at him, his face red and tears spilling. The words hurt him, but they hurt Tommy even more to say.

He quickly grabbed his bag before leaving the others house, pulling on his noise canceling headphones and walking home, basically sprinting home. What Toby couldn't understand was that the music Tommy was usually listening to helped him keep calm and focused, made him not get as easily overwhelmed. Staying focused and calm was something that was hard for him, so the music helped him, before he used it he would always be cutting people off in the middle of there sentences to get the thought he had in his head out, he never did it to be mean he just needed to blurt it out before he forgot about it. Hell he would be way more disrupted in class before he listened to music all the time to keep focused. Letting auto play through on his phone he skipped over a few songs, going from Khai dreams to some of his brothers music to joji, settling on "Yeah right" by the artist he reached the train station. Standing on the platform he pulled his bag off his shoulder and dug out his zip up hoodie. A hand me down, not from Wil but from Techno, he usually always got hand me downs, sometimes he didn't mind them, well in a way this wasn't a hand me down, after all he stole it from his older brother and just hadn't given it back to him. Pulling on the zip up of the rather over sized sweater, he focused his mind on the music instead of the settling panic that he had just lost his closest friend. He was doing everything to keep himself from crying, absentmindedly chewing on his hoodie strings, his hands futsing in his pockets, and foot tapping rapidly on the floor.

Normally he would call one of his brothers or dad to get him from his friends house but today was different, everyone was out of the house and would be till tomrrow morning, he was alone. Planning on staying the night at his friend, possible ex-friends house for the night till the next day. He was already anxious about no one being home and having to stay at another's house but it was his friends house and he would be fine, but with the frustration he couldn't express along with the anxiety that came with him staying at someone else's home, he blurted things out without thinking. The train pulling into the station giving the blonde a much needed breeze, even though the cold had settled into his skin, his face and body felt extremely overheated, hoping onto the train he sat down in a seat, feeling his phone buzz but not bothering to look at it. He sat in his seat on the train, counting each stop it pulled into, counting each person who got on, making sure not to stare, tying and untying knots in his hoodies draw strings to keep his hands busy. His foot softly patted on the floor as he focused on the small daisy chain he was making in the strings of his hoodie. Pulling the end of it and restarting once he finished it.