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Chapter 9 - ninjas, raccoons, even

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Tubbo was walking with Tommy on their way to find Ranboo.

"Where did that little shit go," Tubbo whispered.

Tommy looked over at him and whined,

"I don't get why you need ME to help you find the burger and fries man. Doesn't he have other friends or something?"

Tubbo glared back.

"He does, but they're 4th years, on the other side of the building."
"How are they friends if he doesn't even get to see them in the daytime?"

"All grades have lunch at the same time, and it floods all three of the cafeterias, so the leftovers have to sit in the halls. Ranboo goes to the bathroom or auditorium to see them. And I come too because they're cool."

"L... Leftovers?"

Tommy shook a little at being described by that.

Tubbo smiled and nodded, but rested his face as he continued his search.

"You're not going to find him in--"

He stopped to look at his watch.

"One minute and forty-five seconds."

Tubbo smirked, not looking back.

"Wanna bet?"

"Why."
He chuckled.

"A bit of poker, if you may?

Ever played poker?"

Tommy thought.

Well, he did.

Once.

He was ten and some dude with grey and brown clothes, a grey stubble and eyebags in an alley asked him if he wanted to play with him and his mice.

He coughed the cards away sometimes because his cigarette in his mouth, he quote, "choked on," fell out of his mouth.

It scared the mice away, and a cat from the other side of the alley.

Tommy won one round and ran away when the man started staring him down.

The rest of it was a blur.

Tubbo slapped him.

"Huh? Oh, yeah I have. I was ten and a god at it."

Tubbo was slightly mortified, but he didn't show it.

'Wait, wait. You played poker when you were ten?"

'Tommy nodded, "If not younger."

Tubbo was mortified, showing it now.

"O... Okay then."

Tommy huffed.

"Well, if you're ever willing to learn, a 4th year student, Quackity, knows a lot about card games and gambling."

"Why does everyone at this school have the weirdest names?

I mean, seriously,

Ranboo? Tubbo? Purpled? Quackity?"

"Dude your name is literally Thomas Innit."

"Shut up."

"You're the one who-"

The bell shook the school, cutting off Tubbo.

Tommy's bells at his old schools had always been really quiet, this one hurt his ears.

When he was there, it was near impossible to know when the bell rang, that's why he got a watch.

You'd have to time it just right to set off at the same time as the bell.

Once you put it on, if you removed it you'd have to add it again.

So Tommy would be shaken awake at 7:30 am on a Saturday because he didn't want to risk adding the timer again.

It was pretty annoying, but he learned to live with it.

He was glad he could use it to stay on schedule though.

He knew most people his age would stay up until 4 am and wake up at 7 pm.

Regardless of weekends.

Not him though, he had his handy watch.

When he returned to reality, he and Tubbo were hiding with their breaths held and hands over their mouths around a corner.

He heard footsteps walk away and they both released their breath.

"The fuck was that??"

"Maybe if you weren't filling your thoughts like lemonade for two seconds you would've seen the headteacher about to beat our asses!"

Oh.

"Well, I'm sorry. YOU were the one searching for your precious boob boy."

"Why do you keep calling him that?"

"Why are YOU out of class?"

"Well.."

Tubbo looked around.

They were alone.

They still hadn't found Ranboo.

Tommy had never missed a period.

He was on edge with this, but making sure no one heard them.

It was weird.

You know, sneaking around school with a stranger.

"A little skipping class never hurt anyone, did it?" Tubbo smirked.