Assumption's and Falsehoods

Chapter 6: Family :DD

To say Tommy was pissed would be an understatement.

He was walking back to fucking Dreams house because he didn't want to bother his kickass vigilante friend (and Ranboo he guessed.) and eat their food because Tommy knew they didn't have a lot. And he was pissed about it.

Tommy had been over Dream, he gave Tommy a phone as a gift when he'd come home the night prior. Past Tommy would've been ecstatic. I mean, Dream trusted him with such a privilege it would have been impossible for past Tommy to not be at least a bit excited. Current Tommy knew better. He checked it the moment he was allowed to be in his room alone and to no one's surprise, it had a tracker on it.

Tommy started leaving his phone in a box hidden in a parking lot before he went to Tubbos or to work.

He knew Dream was bad. After interacting with other human beings (something Dream fought against, go figures.) it wasn't all that difficult to find out that normal parents don't starve and beat their kids. Normal parents don't track their child's phone without telling them. A Normal parent definitely wouldn't forge his kid's legal documents.

Tommy stopped walking. He didn't want to go back, he really didn't. Dream never reacted well when Tommy couldn't adequately pretend to want to be around him, and Tommy just didn't feel like it right now. His future, his escape plan, was just ripped out of his grasp because Dream couldn't forge a document well. Tommy remembered his days in the system, alone and unwanted. He remembered Dream tricking him into coming with him, giving him food and small gifts. He cursed himself now.

He should've been smart enough to see the red flags. The way the agency didn't let Dream in after the first few visits.

Tommy sat down in an alleyway, weighing his options.

He could go back to the heroes, tell them everything, and be forcefully removed from Dream. But he'd be back in the system for another year, and the last thing he wanted to be was the foster kid who has been missing for seven years.

He could go back to Ranboo and Tubbo, but they had a kid now. They couldn't afford to take care of them all, especially not with Tommy wasting resources.

Or, he could stop being a pussy and confront Dream. Tell him off for everything, maybe find out what his real name was.

Tommy sat up, a determined expression across his face. With his mind made up, he started walking to Dream's. He was going to get answers. After all, Tommy was no pussy, he was a big man! Big men don't shy away from danger when they could be moving forward with their lives. Tommy was such a big man that he was going to fox his life completely.

Tommy was going to fix everything how he always had, by being the most stubborn motherfucker to ever live.

Maybe he shouldn't have been so brave.

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Wilbur was devastated. He had become kind of attached to the kid, but now he could be some kind of criminal . The strangest thing Wilbur had noticed was that it looked like Tommy wasn't even aware his papers were forged. I mean, Wilbur assumed he must know (even if he didn't, his date of birth suggested that he was seventeen. Not twenty-one as he said. Which had horrible implications if he was Boo.) no one accidentally forges legal documents.