Tommyinnit Oneshots

Gifted (Part 5)

Tommy hated this place. The people he hated most. They were nice, caring, and some of them were hilarious. Some of the people in this town understood Tommy. Wilbur knew exactly what to say to get Tommy to do whatever the former wanted. Techno knew the exact looks he should show on his face while instructing Tommy to make sure the latter got the swordplay. Phil knew exactly when Tommy needed space or when he needed a hug. Tommy wasn't going to start on how Puffy had known what he was scared of during their conversation, or the fact that Ranboo and Purpled were some of the best friends Tommy ever had. It went without saying that Tubbo was here, which was reason enough to weather through whatever this town threw at Tommy. Even with all that reasoning, Tommy had this growing animosity in his chest that whispered for him to pummel them into the ground.

The voice reminded Tommy that the people were secretive to some extent, and they seemed to want something from Tommy. The town itself made Tommy feel sick whenever he tried to leave. And not a mental type of sickness, a deep set nausea that swam up from his stomach through his neck to his hand like slime that made Tommy want to lie down and puke. Tommy had tried walking out of city limits several times only to give up at the border because his body couldn't go any further. It creeped Tommy out. The exploding tree wasn't the red flag, but the curfew mandate telling Tommy it was something people were concerned about definitely was a rose colored flag.

It wouldn't be the first time Tommy ran away. He had done it several times before from abusive houses to ones that were too good to be true. This town was part of the latter grouping. Tommy stole some money from Phil while the house was asleep, and went out into the night. He didn't take anything else that was from the house. It was all his stuff that he took with him besides the money. Tommy wouldn't let himself be indebted to this house (is what he told himself, but it was more like Tommy didn't want to face the fact that these people had bought that stuff for him).

Tommy liked cold nights. Tommy's favorite place to be was where the wind was so bitterly stubborn that even summer nights felt like a winter storm. Tommy pulled his red jacket over his shirt with while tugging the hood to cover his ears. Tommy ran a hand through his hair as he followed the sidewalk to the train station. Tommy would buy a ticket to a place that was was as far away as he could afford. Tommy wanted to get out of that town as soon as he could, and rejoin the system in a different district.

"Let me go!" Someone yelled as Tommy passed by an alleyway. The blonde was ready to pass by the alley without a second thought because only idiots got mixed up in business that wasn't theres. The problem was that the business was technically Tommy's. It shouldn't be since Tommy was leaving, but because he was still in the city limits, Ranboo was still Tommy's friend, no matter how much Tommy hated him. Tommy may make fun of Ranboo constantly (and be jealous of the guy), but if Ranboo was in danger, Tommy would follow. Tommy knew that was Ranboo's voice.

Tommy ducked into the alleyway to see two men and Ranboo. One man had Ranboo held back in his arms, and the other guy was staring into a briefcase filled with chemicals. Tommy didn't know what that was about, but Ranboo seemed terrified of what was happening. He was squirming with more intensity than Tommy thought him capable of. Ranboo wanted out. Tommy wasn't going to let his friend get drugged, sedated, or even murdered in this alleyway. If Ranboo was going to die, it should be somewhere hygienic, at least. Not like Ranboo was going to die under Tommy's watch.

A humming began in the base of Tommy's mind. It climbed in pitch as it began thrumming against the back of his forehead. Tommy took a deep breath before centralizing the music in the forefront of his mind. Tommy lifted a hand towards the man that held Ranboo. He concentrated on the space between the man and Ranboo by closing his eyes. He imagined the air that passed between their bodies. When Tommy opened his eyes, the man was flung backwards while Ranboo stumbled forwards, tripping onto the ground. The man with the chemicals whirled around with a needle in one hand and a vial of a clear liquid in the other. Tommy shoved his hand to the side, and the glass of the vial and needle exploded. The man ducked his face to save himself from the falling shards. Ranboo looked bewildered at what was happening. With one man incapacitated and the other distracted, Tommy shot forwards to grab Ranboo by the arm even though vomit filled his mouth at the touch. Ranboo, for what it was worth, got with the program quickly enough that he started running alongside Tommy.

Tommy twirled around at the end of the alleyway. He threw his palm forwards once more, and a shockwave blasted from it to knock the men back along with a dumpster. He was able to puke out the vomit that way he could run away without it sloshing in his mouth. Tommy hoped they weren't dead as he pushed Ranboo to keep running without touching. Tommy needed them to get as far away as they possible could. He did not want to deal with any questions, especially not from those men. Tommy would have kept running, but Ranboo had tuckered himself out and Tommy could no longer feel his ribs.

Ranboo lifted his hands above his head while breathing heavily. Tommy leaned down on his knees with his hands, sweat dripping off his forehead to the ground. Tommy wanted to throw his jacket off, but he simply didn't of it as he used the sleeve to wipe his forehead. Tommy looked up at Ranboo. "I don't think that does anything."

"I don't know. The PE coach always tells me to do this," Ranboo replied with his hands lowering down to his side. His heterochromia eyes stared at Tommy with something more like curiosity than confusion. Ranboo took a deep breath before opening his mouth to say-

"I'll answer your questions," Tommy cut him off with a wave of his hand. "If you answer mine."

"That's... yeah, that's fair," Ranboo seemed like he wanted to argue, but Tommy made a good point. Ranboo sat down on the base of a street lamp, patiently waiting for Tommy with his chin in his palm and elbow on his knee. Tommy regretted saying that he would go first. He needed more time to mentally prepare. Ranboo didn't seem in a hurry, but it was in the middle of the night. Tommy had a logical reason for being out late. Ranboo did not.

"I shit you not, I have a superpower. Like, a legitimate, Superman-be-damned superpower. I looked it up once. The best name I could give it is atom dispersal. I focus on a specific point, and I can push the atoms away from that point to create an explosion. It's easiest to do it with gases, but I've done it with solids and liquids before," Tommy explained with a sigh. He had done research the day that he could put a definition to what he could do. "There's a song that plays in my head that alerts me to when my powers are active. The problem is that I can become lost in the song and disassociate from reality."

"Huh. I thought your superpower would be something like emotion inducement. This is rather unexpected," Ranboo said with a light laugh. He tilted his head back to lean against the streetlamp, eyes closed to protect him from the light. Tommy was about to demand answers when Ranboo flopped his head down. "My turn to explain, isn't it? I'm like you. I have a superpower. Mine is more like atom displacement, also known as teleportation. I do it in my sleep a lot. That day we first met? I accidentally teleported into the forest."

"What about those guys? They seemed awfully eager to inject you with that shit," Tommy explained with a head tilt.

"That's the Mob. They're like a mafia. They want to capture, enslave, and experiment on people with powers. I'm sure Phil could tell you more about that," Ranboo smiled. "I know that you want to leave, but give this town one more chance. Now that I know you have powers, I'll help you fit in better. Try talking to Phil tomorrow. I swear everything will make a lot more sense."

"... fine."

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