The Boy and the Crows//A Bench Trio Novel

Chapter 4

3rd person POV:

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Every night when Tommy would fall asleep, he would dream of a man standing at a train station. A few trains would go by but none would stop. 

It felt like the dreams would go on for weeks but when he woke up, it was just one. 

His view of the man was like a security camera, it barely ever moved and the man mostly sat in the same spot, only seeming to grow older but never looking like it.

He had never told the others this since he would've thought that he was crazy and kicked him out for a night or two, or maybe that's what Wilbur did if he ever said something like that. 

It would happen, but not often but if he did say something that was outright crazy or just plain rude, Wilbur would barricade his room's door and make him sleep on the couch or have him make a fort somewhere. But Phil would never get mad, his mom would be furious on the other hand. 

His father's number one rules were, "Take what you are given," and "Face your punishment with open arms or it will only get worse." You could already assume that Tommy's least favorite one was the last one. 

Sometimes Tommy felt like he was being punished enough to have no friends, no media, and no one to talk to. It was often that everyone was away and he was the only one home, sometimes there would be less food or just old vegetables from his father's garden that he would throw away.

Once, he almost walked all the way to town. Too bad Techno had caught him, he was just hungry.

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When Tubbo slept, he was usually a heavy sleeper and slept a lot. It probably has something to do with how his father was either drunk and cursing his old wife, or screaming some bastard's name. 

It was often that the ram boy would have sleepless nights. But it didn't matter, especially since he didn't have school in the mornings because of his dad's campaign. 

Once his dad had married again, the screaming and shouting ceased almost entirely. It was nice, sometimes there would be an argument, but it didn't trail on as long as it usually did with his mother.

Even though she had left and shouted at the boy almost every day for something he didn't do, he still missed her and would've much-rathered stayed with her. 

His father sometimes made him feel that he should be lucky and grateful that he had such an important father but he then had to list the pros and cons in his own head and it never quite balanced out that easily. 

On the other hand, his stepdad, he just adored. His stepdad got him everything he wanted and more. If anything, he was much better than his old life. 

Sometimes, his stepdad would teach him to spell or write a bit his the man didn't have anything else to do.

Although that's how he learned he was dyslexic and after a while, his stepfather just stopped trying.

The three of them would do so many fun things together but it would always end so soon. He just wanted to stay longer, to stay with them when his dad was being nice to him again and not treating him like he was his mom.

It was only when his father was drunk that he would be mad. It was often when his stepdad was gone that he would drink and start cursing again.

His stepdad started showing up less and less and as did his father. 

But when he was home one day alone, his stepdad came home and took him to a separate apartment to meet his 'friend,' Charlie Slimecicle.

His 'friend' introduced himself but went a little bit too far by saying they were dating. His stepfather's face went red and he tried to explain but couldn't find the words so instead of letting him finish, the boy ran off and into the forest, away from everyone. 

He had found Ranboo here, crying. 

Ranboo didn't speak English but he knew the language. The boy would babble some language the ram had never spoken through tears and Tubbo would comfort him until eventually, the boy stopped crying.

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Ranboo was an interesting case.

When the tallest slept, he didn't stay in one place. He slept walked which was horrifying to see in the middle of the night.

Tommy would often be awoken by the boy muttering chants in a different language, eyes wide open, usually holding an ax. Tommy would try taking the ax but the taller boy had a death grip on it so he would just guide the boy back to his pile of sheets.

The question always was, where did the ax come from and how did it disappear so fast? When they all would wake up, the ax would be gone along with that dead-eye stare he had seen the night before.

Sometimes, Tommy could hear the tallest muttering in broken English, which meant he was getting better with Tommy's lessons, he thought. 

In Ranboo's mind, he called it a prophecy since whatever he was muttering about usually was something real so he always tried to help his friends escape their fate.  

But most of the time, he forgot his dream.

Or sometimes, he would remember some of his childhood or a language he used to speak.

He remembered to speak English but didn't want to reveal it to the others since he didn't want to upest Tommy. But Tommy didn't tell him about his sleep talking at all, he only mentioned the sleepwalking.

Neither of them were going to tell each other out of fear of loosing their friendship.

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We all do love talking about our dreams, don't we?

Sorry I haven't posted in a bit, I've been writing another novel on AO3 which it titled, A journal of the courageous, the daring, the brave tommyinnit. It's basically a journal about how Tommy is being tested on by his father and brothers to become a stronger person since his immune system is a bit wack.

[Word count: 1034]

-AvarageKnot