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c-2

"All right, everyone, grab a box and follow Phil!" Wilbur ordered kindly, heaving up a heavy box. Everyone followed his directions, some picking up two boxes, most just one, and started after Phil.

"I'm sure you're glad to be in c-2, right?" Tommy said while struggling to hold his three boxes, grinning and nudging the person walking beside him. They gave an exasperated sigh.

"No, I didn't even want to be here. This is probably the worst group to be in." Tommy looked at the person funny. Their sour face held a pair of dark blue-ish green eyes that frowned down at him. A white long-sleeved shirt with black stripes running down the sleeves and a golden chain on his chest made the man look like a jerk or someone you might have seen in a history book about the early 2000s. What did they call them? Ah, right, "gangsters."

Tommy spoke again, trying to convince him. "But we have Schlatt! He's great and smart and... great!" He informed him enthusiastically.

Someone besides the other scoffed and chimed in. "Literally no one wanted to be here; this was our last resort." They jeered at Tommy's provoked face and then motioned to the person who was originally standing by Tommy to do something. The boy's blonde hair flopped softly as he wrinkled his brow. Why aren't they happy to be here?

He suddenly was tumbling over himself, dropping the boxes- thankfully not spilling any of the contents- and sliding his face into the dirt. He felt an agonizing pain in his nose. Opening his mouth to yell in pain, he choked on a mouthful of dirt.

"We'll probably leave with the others, later on, enjoy your time with the failures," they said, leaving him in the dust.

Tommy stood, wincing in pain as he yelled at them. "You should be happy to be in the best group!" The people around him looked and laughed at him, not only because of his berserk statement but also because of his appearance: his crooked, bloody nose and messed up hair. He clenched his fists, picked up his box, and followed behind everyone, refusing to let his pride break.

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They reached their territory at around noon, and Techno stood looking over the crowd. His eye caught on Tommy, who was quailing in the middle of a rally of people. He looked upset, his face dirty, and his nose was bent and bleeding. He stood watching them until one- a dirty-blonde- shoved him into another person, who shoved him back. Techno frowned, promptly searching for Wil, Philza, and Schlatt. He kept an eye on the group, making sure nothing too disastrous happened. Finding the other advisors, Techno showed them the scene. Phil, Techno, and Wilbur rushed over, and just Schlatt watched as they ran over to the crowd, then turned away.

Techno pushed to the front of the crowd with Wil and Philza close behind him just as the dirty-blonde threw a punch right at Tommy's already broken nose. Phil widened his eyes as the fist hit the young one. Tommy just held his nose, blood pouring out of it. He dropped to his knees as he felt the awful pain in his nose and heard the laughter of the person who had punched him. Tommy looked up at him with tearful, daring eyes and fought to get back up, but he couldn't. The other's foot readied to kick him down again, so Tommy braced himself.

"Way to go, Punz!" Someone gibed. "You beat his a-" they stopped short as they saw Wilbur, Phil, and Techno's menacing glare, clouds rolling in over the advisers' eyes.

"What. The. Heck?" Wilbur said slowly, looking over at everyone in the crowd with a deadly stare. Taking a long stride over to Tommy, he gripped the boy's arm and led him through the crowd and into the advisers' house.

Tommy was sure he was in trouble as they stomped up the stairs to the large building, and he didn't want to be kicked out on the first day. He opened his mouth to make up a defense, but Wilbur was pointing to a door- probably leading to a bathroom.