Runaway

Chapter 11

I APOLOGIZE FOR LATE CHAPTERS I GOT A PC SO IM STUCK PLAYING MC HALF THE DAY
Also pog Tommy meets Tubbo AND EHAT IS THAT? GOTH SAM

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Tommy was, on a daily basis, a pretty well mannered guy. And he would even applause himself as the best gentlemen there is.

But right now Tommy couldn't say he forgot about his manners.

Wilbur ended up convincing Tommy to go to school with him once he calmed Tommy down from making a run for it. How? He didn't know, he just knew he regretted letting Wilbur convince him to go to school.

Two guys were trying to mock him and push him around.

He didn't know how long they would continue breathing until he found a knife. Or a fork, blunt things would cause more suffering right?

"Why're you so scrawny?" Asshole number one said, he might as well be called smelly skunk bastard since he smelled like shit. One of his foster brothers always smelt like that, it wasn't a good memory but when he didn't smell like shit he was quite decent.

Wonder how he's doin'

Oh wait people were talking.

Tommy just shrugged and walked away.

Or tried, he could hear shuffling. They were either gonna follow him or grab him, either way he didn't prefer any of it.

That made Tommy gag in disgust, two men following him for what? Just to bully him for his appearance.

"Schlatt, stop it you fuckin' pussy," A female voice yelled, and she sounded mad.

What kind of fucking name is Schlatt? That sounds like slurp the fuck.

"Oh shut up Minx," Schlatt yelled back.

Why was everyone fucking screaming? Their parents taught them what an inside voice was right? They should take that advice.

Ah, we're outside, right.

"Schlatt-"

"Shut up Charlie."

"Yessir-"

Tommy did not wanna be here any longer, in fact, he would rather be stuck at a therapy office than whatever the hell this was. One guy and girl having a screaming match as some kid in glasses tried to defuse the situation with poor jokes and some kind of words a lousy father would say to arguing kids.

Tommy slowly backed away as he watched it go down.

"Ow!"

Tommy tripped and braced himself for landing on ground, instead he felt like rocks were pressing up against him. Oh shit he's on someone.

"Sorry," Tommy muttered as he rolled over, getting up and dusting himself off as the other person grabbed the backpack on the ground.

"It's alright! I walked into you, so I'm sorry," Quite cheerful for practically getting squished, Tommy though as he glanced up at them.

Brown messy hair and-

Was that a fucking bee pin?

"Oh shit-here, you dropped your phone," The boy said as he handed Tommy's phone over.

"Thank you?"

"Tubbo!"

Tommy didn't mean for that to come off as him asking for his name but now he didn't have to call him weirdo number twelve.

"Yeah.."

"Your new here aren't you?"

People and being fucking wizards.