𝖈𝖗𝖞 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖉𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 - a dream smp au

chapter 6 - fly, theseus

Tommy Innit was going to do it.

Tommy decided, at 10 pm, taking a shower and watching water streak down the tile walls.

And he continued to plan as he sat on his bed and flipped on the TV.

Tommy liked to collect names.

John, the news anchor.

Sarah, the reporter.

Wilbur from next door.

Hannah and Edward Rose.

Veronica, the weather girl.

Hannah and Edward Rose.

Tommy's eyes lit up as the scene flipped to Veronica, the weather girl. She was his favorite, with wispy dark brown hair and always twinkling eyes, she never delivered any bad news.

".... Hello everyone! Welcome to the weather forecast..."

Tommy waved. "Hi, Veronica."

"I hope you're having a good evening!"

Tommy smiled, a little wisp. "I hope you're having a good evening, too."

"It looks like we're having a windy night!"

Tommy looked out the window as the wind tapped on the glass. "Yeah, we certainly are."

Tommy imagined a bird flying, wind underneath its wings.

"It'll help me, I think."

"We're gonna have some rainy days for the next week, so look out for those!"

Tommy looked guilty back at the TV screen.

"You know, I might never see you again. I'm gonna go soon."

"We'll miss those clear skies for sure!"

"I'll miss you too, Veronica."

"And as always, good night!"

Tommy waved goodbye.

"Good night."

And he flipped the TV off.

He walked over to his closet and pulled on his baseball tee and khaki shorts.

And even though he supposed that the outfit harbored bad memories for him, he liked the way the fabric fell against his skin.

He thought it would be the best outfit, the one that would look the best, so they'd know it was him when they found him.

He put on his shoes and he tied the laces.

And he walked out the door.

"Uhm.. you're not supposed to be out here."

Tommy turned to the side to see a guard, a taser hanging awkwardly in his hand as he tried to look stern.

"No one is supposed to be out of their rooms at night!"

Foolish had started working here just 3 days ago on the night shift and he ended up here because, as his mother had known as soon as he was born, he was foolish.

Foolish could never hold down a job for the life of him, even after his beloved mother died. Parentless since his father had long ago left the two of them, Foolish ended up in homeless shelters until one day, a stranger pulled him aside and recruited him for this job. It wasn't good pay, but it gave you a home and food, and all Foolish had really had to do so far was wait outside and make sure no one left the repetitive white doorways that seemed to go on and on.