(HEAVILY BEING RE-WRITTEN!!!) Tommyinnit Oneshots ; Mostly Angst

Tiredly high

*cough*
I don't know what this is, it's not angst, that's for sure.
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Swearing.

Phil, Techno; Wilbur and Tommy was watching a movie. Besides it being early in the morning, they decided to have a family movie.

Though they were all tired, they weren't able to sleep.
They had to be careful when Tommy joined them at a time like this, when he's exhausted, he'll start saying random shit and acting high, or he'll try and act smart.

Which is exactly what he was doing now.

After the movie they picked ended, that's where it all began.

'Why couldn't the other guy just grab the axe and run?' Tommy says, only realising that there was an axe in the corner of the screen and the guy who played the victim acted like he couldn't see it.

'Tommy, he couldn't grab it." Techno says, already knowing about what's going to happen. "Why not!? It's a perfect weapon to attack the killer with!" Tommy's voice was getting louder.

"He's blind! That's the whole point of the movie! It's even in the name." Techno snaps back, getting up. Even if this was going to happen again, it was always fun to embarrass Tommy when he's more 'sober' is what they call it.

"That's stupid, why would the main character be like that when he has a perfect escape plan that he drew! I call bullshit," Tommy insists whatever Techno is saying is just completely utterly bullshit.

"Hey, let's calm down toms. Let Techno have his own opinions." Phil says, practically coming in to save a fight. Phil gently lifted Tommy's head, moving it to a pillow behind him on the couch.

"Opinions are shit, especially when they come from him," Tommy says, lifting his hand with his other hand pointing to his brother.

"I can say the same back," Techno says, rolling his eyes and snarling his teeth.
Wilbur was sitting there just enjoying whatever was happening right now, at one point he got bored and decided to join.

"Well, I say, your opinions are shit too Tommy," Wilbur announces, feeling rather proud. Phil slowly turned to his older son. Shaking his head," Wilbur! We are trying to get Tommy to sleep, shut up mate!" he says just above a whisper, though Tommy wouldn't hear it even when shouting.

Tommy's eyes were drooping, his mouth slowly getting dry.
That's when he had this random boost of energy, he instantly sat up. Maybe giving himself whiplash in the process. Also scaring Wilbur as he jumped back.

"Did you know, you can be a cannibal right now without knowing? An- and did you know that sleep doesn't help you it just stops you from fucking up." Tommy says all in one breath, then instantly lied down again, feeling tired.

"Oh? Well, we learn something new every day, huh? That's love--..ly." Phil says Awkwardly, grabbing a blanket and putting it on Tommy.

Tommy smiles to himself and then is interrupted again with energy.
"Why do we even have instructions on a carpet? People are dumb. Why do we even need food?! Why aren't cars floatable? It's all just--" Tommy was about to rant on about all the things he finds shitty before getting interrupted.

"Shh, okay we get it. Drink this and shut up." Techno hands him a glass of Coke and sleeping pills.

Tommy listens and does what he says, which has to of been the worst thing techno had done in that situation. Soon as the sleeping pills were swallowed, Tommy took one last gulp before tipping it out on the white carpet.

Phil just mentally screamed as that will cost a lot. He continued to put the blanket on Tommy and rub circles on the back of his hand to calm him down, and let him relax.

"Tommy is putting half of his pocket money towards that carpet," Phil says, chuckling.

"No. It's your house." Tommy spoke back before letting the darkness surround him.

"Tommy is just lost dad," Wilbur says looking into Phil's eyes.

'Lost. Whatever.' Phil thought, smiling.

He lightly kissed Tommy's forehead before getting himself and his other children comfy.

This time Tommy would definitely be embarrassed...