Every since Tommy learned that Philza used to train birds, he attempted to do so too.
He rung a bell, and he threw bird food into the ground, a flock of pigeons appeared, flocking eating every crumb on the ground.
The birds were a little startled with the bell, but they ate the food anyway.
"Army, eat!" He cackled.
The birds just flocked around him and his home, watching him.
---
Feeding the birds became a regular thing to him now.
When he rung the bell, all kinds of birds flocked, waiting to eat.
Sometimes, for fun, Tommy would make little trails so the birds will line up in a certain way.
But eventually, the birds liked him enough that they sometimes, land on his arm.
And whenever that happens, Tommy tries not to scream and smile so hard, yelling "This is so poggers!"
Philza walked by, watching Tommy feed birds infront of his library. "That's awesome, Tommy!"
Tommy flashes a smile. "Birds love me! One day women will, too!"
Phil cracks up, almost dropping the flower pots he was holding. "You do you, mate."
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Tommy's Highschool
Math
"...37/50?" Tommy answered his teacher, unsure. He was stuck daydreaming again, so he didn't even know the answer to this.
"It's 42/50, Mr. Simons." His math professor stared holes at him, while he heard giggling behind him. He clenched his fists, trying not to burst into anger.
After the teacher turned their back, he was hit with a paper ball on the back of his head. After opening the ball, it read; 'Meet us at the plaza at recess'.
He turned around, checking to see who threw it, but everyone's heads were down.
Guess he'll have to go, or his reputation might even be worse.
And he's no pussy.
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Tommy's Highschool,
Recess
Tommy walked through the plaza, leaning onto a tree. As he scanned the surroundings, he spots a beautiful flower Bush, surrounded by buttercups.
Plucking the flowers he started weaving them together, putting Tubbo's lessons to mind.
He was pricked by one flower he recognised as a rose, wincing.
As he was going to weave the rose in, the flower crown was slapped out of his hands.
Tommy was caught in surprise. "What the fuck, man! —" He turned to see three people probably older than him, with a pissed look plastered on their faces. Piper was behind them, with a mischievous look.
"Brother, he was the one that hit me!" Piper pointed to Tommy.
Tommy now realised. "You fucking snitch," These were Piper's older brothers.
They did the signature 'I will beat you into the ground' thing with their hands, cornering Tommy.
"Now, now boys—" Tommy's attempt of negotiating failed, and he looked around in desperation.
In his panic, he pulled out the bird food and threw it at the four boys, dazing them.
One piped up. "... Is that all you got?"
A bit of laughter ensued, humiliating the TommyInnit.
No one humiliates Tommy.
A thought struck him, and he pulled out a bell from his bag and rung it.
The sudden sounds of wings and flapping startled the four boys, pigeons flocking and eating the crumbs on the boys, making them fall to the ground trying to shoo them.
Tommy ran from the scene, flashing a middle finger before disappearing. "Take that, fuckers!"
---
"THOMAS INNIT" Motherinnit yelled from downstairs, in a demanding tone that every child knows translates to 'You are FUCKED.'
Tommy sheepishly walked downstairs, trying to mask the pure fear that he felt. "Yes...?"
The seething rage was clear on the face of his mother. "WHY DID I GET A CALL ABOUT YOU ATTACKING FOUR KIDS?! FOUR!" Mother yelled, her hand clenched.
"Well technically I didn't attack them, birds did—"
"GET HERE AND WE WILL APOLOGISE TO THE KIDS." Mother commanded, holding her phone ready to dial them back.
"I'm not gonna apologise to those pricks," Tommy mumbled, but it was just loud enough to be heard.
"APOLOGISE."
Tommy was so fucking close to pissing himself.
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Tommy is suspended, and grounded. He was supposed to slave around, earning enough to pay atleast 3/4 of 1,200 dollars. It was either he did as much chores to earn, or do work around the neighborhood.
He already mowed 7 Gardens, and now he's babysitting.
He put down the baby in his crib, tiptoeing away.
He's already earned $160, with his allowance savings of $300, and $50 of chores.
He opens his phone.
4 bitches + Tommy is not a bitch
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Child: i am so tired
Bees!: What is wrong big man
Philza Minecraft, Creator of Minecraft: What the hell happened now?
Child: mother made me work. this is child labor
Techno: pfft, why though?
Child: I may or may not have attacked 4 pricks with my bird army
Philza Minecraft, Creator of Minecraft: LMFAO WHAT TOMMY THAT'S NOW WHAT YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THE BIRDS???
Techno: anarchy pog
Child: i would've said the same if I haven't had to pay 1,200 dollars
Bees!: I can pay that for you :)
I mean
I haven't told any of you
But I'm rich as fuck
Child: wait really you don't have to
Bees!: Too late
Just please don't get into more shit
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On one hand, Tommy was glad his best friend is there to help him get out of the shit he is in, but now he feels bad.
Yes, he is out of shit, but now he feels in debt.
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Pure Imagination || SBI fluff fic
FanfictionAn escape from reality makes a few people who's lives don't have any similarities at all connect. A musician and his murderous twin, a married librarian, a stubborn college student, and a rich spoiled boy who's feelings are the only thing money coul...
