Putting the Fun in dysfunctional

Chapter 2:Settling in

Tommy sat in is room basking in the joy of the room, his room or at least that's what he told himself.

When he got to the house Puffy exchanged paperwork with father number 30 (more or less) and gave him a hug, he flinched (nobody noticed though, he wasn't that important). Then he was left alone with a house of strangers.

Phil had rushed to prepare the kid's new room: he didn't want to overwhelm the poor kid on his first night. as much as he wanted to throw all of his attention at the boy, he knew from his other two sons that trust took time. So Phil planned to settle Tommy in, then slowly branch into showing he cared. The social worker walked in and he quickly filled out the paperwork needed (it wasn't much of a chore after techno) and watched Puffy and Tommy (that's what puffy called him) hug. He noticed Tommy flinch and repressed the bit of anger he felt for whoever did that to him (it's piled up quite a bit since his other two sons. He didn't get why people would do that to vulnerable children). Phil did have a plan though, he'd let Tommy get comfortable around the house and maybe introduce him to techno.

"Can I show you around the house?"

Tommy froze. Right new people, he couldn't fuck this up. He put on his best (most fake) smile (he hadn't truly smiled in a while. House number 8 was right around this area, he had met his first and only friend. Sadly, his fosters decided he wasn't enough)
"Thomas?" Phil interrupted his train of thought
"yes sir?"
"Uh- do you want a house tour? And no need for the formalities mate, Just call me Phil"
Tommy kept his daze on the ground "Yes sir- Phil"
Phil motioned outside of the room "this is the living room" Tommy took in his surroundings, it was indeed a kitchen; the biggest he'd ever seen (that probably meant it would be so much harder to earn food- but that was ok, Tommy could work with not eating for a couple days). The pantry was filled to the brim and the fridge had a touchscreen and- Phil interrupted his thoughts "do you prefer Tommy or Thomas? I heard Puffy call you Tommy and I wasn't exactly sure which you liked more?"
"Tommy's fine." He answered and Phil continued with the tour "That's my office, I work from home; if you need me just knock so I know you're there, and please don't hesitate to ask for anything" Tommy nodded and they continued, he wouldn't need this Phil guy, he was a big man! He looked ahead there seemed to be a first floor bedroom, he silently begged that this was his room: first floor rooms were so much easier to leave (a little voice in his mind told him that Phil had two other children and he wouldn't be that stupid, but he still hoped) "This is my son's bedroom, I'm gonna have him introduce himself- he shouldn't be too busy" Tommy did not need to meet more people right now, but at the same time he really needed to make a good first impression  (it didn't matter his first impression though- it would go to shit no matter what) so he let Phil disturb his son, even if there was a do not disturb sign on the door (what was he doing at 2:00 am on a Friday night that he couldn't be disturbed with?) "-ommy?"fuck he was zoning out "Sorry" When Tommy looked up he subconsciously stepped back, because in front of him stood a man that could probably murder him. Phil frowned "it's ok Tommy, he's not gonna hurt you" Fuck, now they knew he was scared "I-uh. Shut up! I'm a Big Man!" They shared a look of confusion and Tommy got a better look at the new person. He had a strong ass build with pierced ears; he was wearing some sort of anime shirt that read 'don't fly too close to the sun' and his pink hair was in a braid (who the hell had pink hair). The man looked awkwardly at Phil who whispered "go ahead, tech" like he was some scary monster that can kill everyone in a millisecond. Finally the pinkette spoke
"Um- hello, I'm Technoblade"
"What the fuck type of shitty name is that?"
Tommy was met with a chuckle as the terrifying (not terrifying just unknown) teen said "work on your grammar and I'll tell ya" then walked out.
Phil sighed, "Sorry about that mate, he's not the best with social skills" and with that, the tour of upstairs was finished "here's Will's room and the bathroom you two are gonna have to share, just tell me if there's a problem" Tommy ignored the fact that Phil kept offering himself up for help, Tommy knew it was probably so he could use every little thing against him, but hey he had his own room "Is there anything else I can get you?" Tommy shook his head an closed the door.

This family seemed to be the average 'success story'. From his experience he could tell the first week would be heaven. then they would slowly force them into 'traditions' probably some unheard of religion: after that, Tommy would find a way to fuck up and move on with his life, on to the next home. Tommy was used to it, he didn't mind it.

He just had to enjoy this week while he had it.

A/N: writing this pissed bc I'm missing Tommy's lore stream. (Later A/N) WHY THE FUCK DOES IT SAY HE'S DEAD HOLY FUCK AHHHHH
Birthday chapter Pog?
Broke this chapter into 2-
Welp- that stream determined one of the two plots I was planning for this fic- I'm almost done with the baseline, then prepare yourself for angst :)