Runaway

Chapter 3

Credits to Mental Kitten on AO3 again, for inspiring this work.
Yet again, I have made Tommy have a breakdown in a washroom when he was supposed to go and shop with Phil.
Depressed Tommy in the bathroom crying, what will he do?
TW mentions of a little blood, swears, and omg more breakdowns
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Tommy woke up with his body aching all over, of course, he started off his day being annoyed by that. Snapping at little inconveniences. Like why he woke up with a nightmare.

It wasn't even a bad one yet, there was something unsettling about it.

There was blood and yelling, and he swore he saw fire or something. He didn't pay it much mind though, it was just a nightmare. Right? He wouldn't be scared over something silly like that.

He still got chills thinking about it though.

It felt so realistic.

Too realistic for comfort.

Deciding to ignore it for now, he grabbed his phone and checked the time.

12:45

"Fuck."

He didn't have anywhere to go, but he felt like shit just laying in bed all day so he went out of the bedroom and tried to get himself something to eat without disturbing the others that he guessed, were still asleep.

It would've worked if it weren't for Techno eating cereal standing in the kitchen with a blanket hugging his body making him look creepy as hell and intimidating as his figure was fucking taller than Tommy holy shit-

Naturally, Tommy did the logical thing and asked.

"What the fuck, drug dealer much?"

He was being sarcastic of course, but the look Techo gave him made him shut up. Seriously the guy was a little intimating.

"No?"

Basic answer, plain and simple and painfully dull.

Yet, Techno's face scared him. Could you even call it a resting bitch face? It's more of a permanent frown that looks intimating for no reason at all. A look of someone who hates the world and living.

Not like he could blame him, he was tired too.

Of everything and everyone.

Making an unspoken agreement to never meet like that again. (Only Tommy promised himself that) They both continued on, Tommy quickly making himself something while Techno went to his room while Tommy wasn't looking.

Fucking wizard bastard.

Tommy ate quietly, rushing to finish after he heard someone walking around upstairs.

Oh how he wished he just stayed in his room.

"What're you doing?"

If Tommy flinched at the unexpected voice, no he didn't. Definitely not.

"Eating, obviously." He answered, not sarcastically at all.

Tommy looked up and saw Wilbur staring at him while he ate, like a creep in his opinion.

"What?" He snapped, not appreciating Wilbur's gaze on him.

Wilbur tensed slightly, Tommy wouldn't have noticed it if it weren't for Wilbur looking up at him kinda of.. nervous? He didn't know, nor did he care much. He just wanted to know what was so distracting to Wilbur.

"Nothing."

Getting a bit uncomfortable, Tommy abruptly stood up, startling Wilbur from the squealing of the chair. Before Tommy rushed to his room.