The Boy and the Crows//A Bench Trio Novel

Chapter 3

Cw//murder, violence, 

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3rd person POV:

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Tommy ran throughout the streets with a small sack of coins in his hands.

"You! Stop!" a guard shouted as they ran after the boy with wings. 

Tommy tried to take off but kept stumbling because of the weight of his wings. He almost took off once, but still needed a bit of practice.

He felt a hand on his shoulder and was soon teleported back to the house. 

"Hey! What was that for?" Tommy exclaimed as he tossed the coins onto the counter. Ranboo signed angrily as Tubbo waltzed through the door. "What'd 'ya get?"

The ram laid it across the table and said, "Some veggies, meat, and some milk."

Tommy picked up a vegetable and examined it as he through and then threw it out the door and into the yard.

"What the fuck, Tommy!?" 

"It was poisonous. I could tell. I almost ate one as a dare from my brother and then my dad gave him a good ass whoop."

"Understandable. I wish I had siblings..."

"No, you don't."

"Ranboo have you ever had siblings?" Ranboo shrugged and began to count the coins and write the total on a sticky note. "He's so mysterious..." Tubbo whispered.

There was a knock at the door.

"Get to the room," Tubbo whispered as they all stuffed into an old laundry room with a small light and one door.

There was more knocking and a voice said something.

The voice somehow grew closer and said, "I guess I'll leave these here!"

A door opened and shut again and it went silent. 

Tubbo peaked out and said, "We're clear."

The boys funneled out of the small room, looking around for anything that had been obstructed or that was taken. 

Tommy had found a few flyers that were left on the counter and immediately threw them away.

"Why are you just throwing stuff away?!" Tubbo screeched. 

"It was a campaign from Quackity and he has some pretty shit ideas so I don't like him very much," Tommy replied, deliberately.

"Wait, you said Quackity? Like Alex, Quackity?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Oh, um... he's my stepdad... or was? I don't know, but what I do know is that my dad married him."

"Wait, are you telling me that your dad is the JSchlatt?"

"Yes..?"

"Oh. My. God. I'm sorry, I saw some magazines about it. What was your family like?"

"Well," Tubbo began. "Behind the scenes, my dad liked drinking and smoking and often went to bars. That's how he met my stepdad, and he was super nice at first but some things happened and I ran away. I'm pretty sure I'm wanted, but the details aren't too clear. What about you?"

"Ok, so, my mom left when I was around 5 or 6, and somewhere along the way my brother lost his wings and we adopted my brother, Techno. After all of that mess, my dad wouldn't let me do anything so I was just kept there as a trophy, I think. Apparently, someone was coming for my wings so I ran away."