Tommyinnit Oneshots

TommyInnit as My Favorite BoJack Horsemen Quotes

Two figures stood on the beach. Well, more specifically, one figure stood on the sand while the other sat on his shoulders. The dark sky was illuminated with multicolored fireworks that lit up and faded one after another. The figure who was being lifted up stared at the fireworks with wide, awed eyes. "Whoa! That was like... a 3-D one!"

"So... why did we need to be on the beach?" The figure on the ground said. They were staring at the fireworks without the childlike glee that the person on his shoulders had. Tommy could appreciate the display, and he did think it looked beautiful, but he wasn't drunk enough to start cheering like Quackity was.

"Oh, you just seemed really overwhelmed at the party. I thought you could use some air," Quackity said, looking down at the blonde hair he was holding onto that way he didn't fall down. He sounded a lot more sober once he was talking about something serious.

"Oh, thanks," Tommy said. It made him feel warm inside that Quackity had been concerned for him. Just the fact that Quackity had been able to notice that Tommy was getting upset was enough to make him feel better than before. He wasn't used to gatherings on mass, and even though he had chosen to be at the party, it wasn't because he wanted to be there. He only went to see his friends again and congratulate a few people some achievements he had missed. "Then, why are you on my shoulders?"

"To get a better view of the fireworks," Quackity said like it was obvious, some of the drunkenness returning to his voice. Tommy rolled his eyes, nearly throwing Quackity off his shoulders. The duck hybrid's wings fluttered to soften the fall into the already pretty soft sand. Quackity remained on the ground, looking up at Tommy. "It's good to see you again. How'd you get out of the Supermax? Did a helicopter crash into the side of the building and you walked out?"

"What? No," Tommy shook his head in slight disbelief. He would have laughed had he been feeling better, but the party had mellowed him out. "I'm just here for the wedding. I'm going back tomorrow."

"Oh, bummer," Quackity shrugged almost sorrowfully.

Tommy shook his head to refute Quackity's statement. "No, it's good. I think the routine is good for me. I'm staying out of trouble, at least."

"Hooray! Staying out of trouble, at least!" Quackity lifted a pretend glass in the air like he was toasting to Tommy's claim. The blonde let out a soft laugh, pretending to clink a glass against Quackity's. While Quackity did pretend to take a swallow, Tommy let his hand fall away.

"I'm trying to set little goals for myself. Like in a couple months, I'll beat my record for being sober," Tommy said quietly. In the wake of Wilbur's resurrection, Tommy had developed the horrible habit of drinking alcohol. Wilbur didn't seem to care, and people didn't have a habit of coming to Paradise to check on either boy. It was Quackity who found Tommy out. Once the avian knew, he got Puffy to come down. Tommy was taken away from Wilbur, sent to a hospital in a village outside most of the main countries to heal and stay sober. Tommy had hated it, at first, but having actual help from the trauma did wonders for him.

"Nice!" Quackity said cheerfully. Even in drunken stupor, Quackity was proud of Tommy for finally getting sober.

"Yeah, so that's something. After that, um..." Tommy muttered, rubbing his hand down the side of his face. He liked being sober, but without any goals beside that, Tommy felt a little lost.

"After that you'll beat your record again. Every day, you'll set a new record," Quackity finished for Tommy like he knew where the blonde's thoughts were going.

"Sure, it's easy now in the hospital. I don't have to make any choices for myself. I worry about what's going to happen when I get out. What if I relapse again?" Tommy questioned. It wasn't long until he would be given the clear to go back out into the world. Tommy didn't know where he would live. He couldn't go back to Paradise if he wanted to stay in a good mental place. If he was actually concerned about that, he wouldn't go near the L'Manberg hole. He could see if Foolish would let him stay out at the summer house/temple.

"Then, you'll get sober again," Quackity said. Tommy made a noise that could have been agreement, but Quackity wasn't listening. "Let me tell you something! I was in Las Nevadas the other day, doing the hokie pokie with some work associates." Tommy made a noise to indicate he was listening. "And I realized: everyone misunderstands that song!"

"The hokie pokie?" Tommy questioned, remembering then that Quackity was drunk off his ass, sitting in the cold snow while watching fireworks with a level of wonder about him that no adult would ever flaunt.

"Yeah, there's way too much emphasis on the 'hokie pokie' part," Quackity said.

"That is what it's all about," Tommy nodded, deciding to humor Quackity.

"No, that's exactly what I mean! That's not what the song is saying!" Quackity said. He sounded a lot more sober as he continued. "And I was thinking about my Dad. You know, my relationship with my Dad. It's weird... you know, awkward. I feel like he doesn't really get me, but he's trying... and a couple months ago, I never thought I would have any kind of relationship with him. Like, I was sure of it."

Tommy looked down at Quackity. He never really thought about the relationship dynamic between Quackity and Sam. He had known they were son and father, but they interacted so infrequently. "What happened?"

"I... don't know. I did... or he did... or, um, we... are?" Quackity shrugged noncommittally. Tommy nodded along. "So, that's what I was talking about. It's like the song says, you do the hokie pokie and you turn yourself around. You turn yourself around. That's what it's all all about."

A firework went off extra loudly, and Tommy looked up towards the sky to see the color fade. "Yeah, I don't know if the songwriters put that much thought into the existential significance of the lyrics. They literally rhyme about with about."

"But isn't the point of art less what people put in it, and more what people get out of it?" Quackity said with furrowing brows.

"Is that what art's all about?" Tommy said. He had never really thought about what art was about. It had always been confusing to him. He couldn't appreciate it in the way that others did.

"Maybe. Or maybe art doesn't need a point. Maybe that's why it's called art," Quackity said with a serious expression that looked slightly funny with the contorts of alcohol.

"I can't tell if you're smart or stupid," Tommy mused.

"Oh! I never know."

"I think you had it for a for a moment and then you lost it," Tommy shrugged, thinking back on what Quackity said.

Quackity laughed. "Oh, well, it was nice while it lasted, right?"

"Sure... it was nice while it lasted."

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Tommy pushed open the door to see Niki sitting on a chest in her underground city, crying into her hands. "Hey, Niki?"

"Tommy? I was thinking about what you said," Niki said as she looked up from her hands. Her face was slightly red from the crying and rubbing the tears away.

"Yeah, stop doing that. Nobody should be thinking about the things that I say," Tommy responded. He normally said things without thinking them through first, which led to misunderstandings and some arguments that had the potential of accumulating into wars.

"I love Puffy, but... does she complete me?" Niki asked, looking down at her hands.

"Niki! Nobody completes anybody! That's not a real thing. If you're lucky enough to find someone you can halfway tolerate, you sink your nails in and you don't let go. No matter what," Tommy said, speaking from experience. There wasn't anyone on that Server that hadn't done him wrong at some point. If he didn't want to be a vengeful loner, he needed to forgive and forget.

"Bu- so, what? I should just... settle?" Niki clarified what Tommy was trying to tell her.

"Yes! Thank you! Exactly, settle! Otherwise, you're just going to get older and harder and more alone. And you're going to do everything you can to fill that hole with friends and your career and meaningless hobbies but the hole doesn't get filled," Tommy said, sitting down beside Niki. She stared at him with widening eyes, comprehending the words but unable to tell how Tommy was the one telling her them. "One day you're gonna look around and realize that everybody loves you... but nobody likes you. And that is the loneliest feeling in the world."

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