Hello Queens, gentleman's and gentle-thems just wanted to know if you wanted short chapters that came out quicker- or longer chapters that take a bit longer to get out :)
Tommy pov
"Boss men and Boss binarys not people. Is jail a good thing?" Tubbo ran down the stairs with a menacingly glare.
"Theseus Kracken Danger Innit, you better not have been in prison again." His eyes were narrowed to slits, bright yellow nuke pupils barely visible.
I shuffle more towards the kitchen door, trying to get a cuppa tea.
"Get back here, I'm not done." Tubbo gestures infront of him, so I dutifully shuffle back.I put my hands behind my back and clasp them in a military style. Rocking on my heels, my ears twitched in boredom. Why does tubbo have to go into a long tangent about how I'm irresponsible and 'should not sneak off like the racoon I am' it's unfair.
I shriek very loudly and suddenly, Ranboo teleports downstairs and Tubbo faints. Stupid goat instincts. Ranboo looks distressed, their trying to wake Tubbo up,
"What the hell did you do!?" They whisper yell.
"Idk, a spider landed on me," I say, y'know like a liar.
"Well why isn't he waking up?!" Ugh clingy much, right?
I shrug and walk off. Their problem now. Deciding to go out side and commit crimes, I drop myself out the window and pull my hoodie and mask on. Just a plain surgeons mask though. My shoes create a rhythmic thudding along the pavement as the slight drizzle of rain falls around me, kinda calming not gonna lie.
I had my tattered dull red backpack slung over my shoulder , it was filled with too many spray paint cans.
Crime time babyyy.
This chapter is very short, I couldn't really think of anything to do. However Tommy will be doing Pogchamp vandalism. Stay tune :)
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