Putting the Fun in dysfunctional

Chapter 1: New begginings

TW: implied abuse in this chapter

Tommy stared at the ground before him. He was sick of this. It was his fucking birthday! He was never religious or whatever but he was about to beat the shit out of whatever god did this to him.
It started out fine, he woke up and got himself out of bed before anyone else could. This house didn't give a shit about where Tommy was; as long as they got their paycheck, and he only got punished occasionally! Anyways, Tommy got up and got his shit ready for school, with his life savings resting on the shitty straps of his backpack, he headed for the bus. He sat in the back and tried not to let himself stand out, from the at least 20 schools he'd been tossed around he learned the less attention drawn the better. So Tommy survived the hell that was school, he barely payed attention as he was taught algebra or some shit. The bell rang signaling Tommy's least favorite part of the day- finding a way home. Technically he could take the bus, but he pissed some kids off a few weeks ago and he really didn't want to get beat up so he walked. On his way there he noticed a gas station, so he decided to head in- it was his birthday, after all. He grabbed himself a meal- he knew he wasn't going to be fed if he didn't act now, a pack of pocky and few monster energy drinks will do, he decided and headed towards the exit. Usually when 'borrowing' Tommy would buy something small to look a little bit less suspicious however, he hadn't the time. He got out of store surprisingly easily and got home and planned on heading to his room; his perfect day was starting to go to shit. When he entered the house he was greeted by his "Dad"(dad number 28), but he was only to call the man sir when speaking to him (dad number 12,16 and 20 also said that); he gave the child a death glare and luckily his brain forgot most of what happened after that- though the bruises down his back and probably broken ribs explained that for him. Apparently the neighbors heard the noise and called the cops, who walked in on the scene (why didn't tommy remember what the scene was? It couldn't have been that bad) and from there Puffy, his social worker got called. Puffy was pretty cool, she tried to comfort Tommy; it didn't always work out the best way, but it was a good constant in Tommy's life.

he now stood at the curbside of a police station; his worn down backpack resting over his shoulder as he waited for Puffy to arrive, because he, (yet again) let things go to shit.

The car pulled up, pulling a window down before Tommy hesitantly got in the back of the car that he had become accustomed to. The car was uncomfortably silent, Tommy decided to break it "Eyyyy Puffy Mah Friennddddd" Puffy smiled at the other teen, but as she got a closer look the smile dropped "Oh god, Tommy are you ok? What the hell happened to you?" Tommy glared at the ground "Nothin Bitch!" The tone was clearly joking but Puffy was terrified for the child "Are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital?" Tommy was now annoyed "I'm fine! Now tell me, where to next" Puffy sighed "I think I found the perfect placement"
Tommy interjected "you say that-"
"All the time, I know but I stand by it this time! The guys name is Phil Watson, he's in his 30's and has two other kids, I spoke to him on the phone and he genuinely seems nice, and he could have you there tonight" Tommy sighed at that "not like I have a choice, innit?" Puffy frowned as he headed to the address.
Tommy stared at the window aimlessly Phil Watson here he comes.

Phil was slightly alarmed when his phone started to ring at 1:30 am on a Friday night. Wilbur decided to have a sleepover with one of his friends, he trusted Wilbur and told him to only call him if it was an emergency. Techno was in the other room either studying or filming a video judging by the do not disturb sign that sat idly on his door, so he was at least ok. But what if something had happened to his son?
He hesitantly picked up the phone "Hello?"
"Hello Mr.Watson, this is Puffy, Wilbur's former social worker?"
Phil let out a breath he didn't know he was holding but quickly tensed right back up realizing the situation. He had applied for the foster system about 3 years ago, and from there he met his pride and joy: his two sons, he only had one spare bedroom now- but was still willing to take in anyone who needed it.

"That's me, is there something I can do for you?"
Puffy smiled "why yes, it says you're still enrolled with our foster program and an emergency has come up, how soon can you take in this kid?"
Phil sighed, cursing his empathy while heading to the closet to get extra pillows and blankets "I can have them ready by tonight, mate." Phil hesitated to ask more about the child, he could figure that out when he arrives. For now he decided to start preparing for the (probably distressed) child.
"Great I'll send you his file" Puffy said before hanging up.
Phil opened up the file to check the kids name and allergies, but left it at that. He didn't miss the label: problem child, just decided to ignore it. He sent a text to Will telling him about his new sibling: he knew he probably wouldn't be to thrilled but there was no going back now.

Phil lightly tapped on Techno's door, "Hey tech the Foster company called, can you help me prepare?" And with that Techno grabbed the (premade) care package and Phil cleaned the house (it was already spotless except for the scraps of food that fell off of the counter) and waited for the boy.

1038 words// idk what I'm doing with this but comments are appreciated