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

'G'night Dad.' 1/?

Take this while I'm doing sum' other stories
This might be a series.
Fluffy? chapter because We gotta have those.

15-year-old Tommy (5'10)
17-Year-olds Technoblade and Wilbur. (6'3 / 6'4)
35-year-old Ph1lzA  (6'0)

Also over thousand words?!1!1

[] = timeskip __ = Flashback.    

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Tommy sat down by his bed at the Orphanage. He has been there since he was 7, his parents leaving him and running away. He didn't think they were bad though, He wanted to find them again. Every time someone adopts him, he makes sure he ends up back in the orphanage. He doesn't care what he does, he will attack people, cry or scream just to end up back at a place he has known for nearly most of his life.

Even if he hated the Orphanage, he hated getting picked up by random strangers and being forced into a family more. "Boys!" The lady also known as Ms Olivia shouted. The orphanage split the boys and girls apart, both on opposite sides of the orphanage until Play Hour.

Tommy sighed, grabbing a hoodie and walking out the door. It was always cold in the morning, so he needed to make sure to always bring a hoodie. Just as he entered the main hall, he could already smell the odd smell of people on the outskirts of town. Most people who come here are locals, so it was now weirder.

He and 7 other boys around his age or younger were standing in alphabetical order. As looked up, he could see the family looking down at them, one man, supposedly the father and 2 teenagers. Tommy was confused to say at least, there wasn't a mother. Most families that came here only were the parents and the children were at home.

His thoughts got cut off by Ms Olivia," Alright boys! You already know how to act, Stand tall! This lovely Man is looking for a son, 12-15 years of age." She took one breath before continuing. "One of you boys will be getting fostered or Adopted." She left with a bow to the strangers and a smile. The boys younger than 12 were in sorrow, quietly walking back to their room.

"Hello, My name is Phil and these are my sons. Wilbur and Technoblade." The man in the middle grinned. Tommy scoffed at the man's attempt at being nice and giggled to himself, attracting the attention of the Pink haired boy beside him. "What's given you the giggles?" The Teenager asked, his voice showing no emotion. Neither did his face, his posture was slouched and his shoulders weren't kept up, Ms Olivia won't be too happy about him.

He looked scary and Tommy froze in his spot. "Sorry, I'll stay quiet." He muttered, playing around with the rings around his fingers. Tommy didn't dare to say anything to whoever adopted him, he hated the feeling of not being able to keep his life to himself. He didn't look up either. The Teen grunted before he said," It was just a question, no need to stay quiet."

Tommy nodded, still distracted by the rings that were looped around his fingers. He saw the man's shadow in front of him crouching down. "I'm Technoblade, I never really liked coming to places like this. They are all just shit-holes." He admitted. Tommy laughed at the truth while nodding again. " I know right!" He snorted. Techno smiled, well not really, his mouth moved an inch but it was still a smile.

"What's your name?" Techno asked, standing up again. All Tommy did was shrug and look at the other people around him. They all looked like they were comfortable around the strangers. They looked far more different to normal families, That's maybe why.

"Hm? Oh okay, I'll go get Wilbur." He said, Tommy wasn't sure if he was talking to himself or not but ignored it anyway. He just sat in the corner, next to the window that had a view on the play park for kids under 13. He was more interested in that then anything else happening in the room.