Another Family (SBI adoption AU)

Chapter 1

Tommy POV

"TOMMY, GET YOUR FATASS DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW, SOMEONE IS HERE TO ADOPT YOU" One of the workers screamed waking me up, Betty was her name. Per usual I got a nightmare again, I get those often thanks to the shitty homes I've been to. Wait, fuck. I'm going to another home. Well, they probally won't want me anyways. Nothing to worry about, right?

I get up and re-change my bandages, they where bloody red from the cuts already. I put on a red slightly overzised jumper in the hope it won't be visible if blood would ever soak trough and some baggy ripped jeans. I also brushed my teeth quickly since I know damn well I'll not be eating today and go downstairs getting greeted by a mad woman standing in front of me. 

"What the fuck took you so long, brat!" She said hardly slapping me across the face. "S-Sorry miss Betty" I said looking down to prevent having eye contact with the woman. "Get to the room already! I don't want to see your disgusting fat body here any second longer! The woman screamed before opening the door. "Sorry that Thomas got a bit late, I'll give you guys some time to talk to eachother." She said in her fake sweet voice. "Thank you miss, we'll be alright." I hear a man say. After she shut the door I hesitantly go over to them to sit on the chair and try to study them all. 

The oldest looking wich I'm assuming to be the dad looked around 33, he has beach blonde hair wich stopped by his shoulders, he had green and black loose clothes on with a green and white striped bucket hat. He also had blue ocean eyes and a smile on his face, a fake on probaly. They all always fake it at first.

The next one looked like the second oldest and around 20. He had long pink hair tied in a loose braid. He wore fancy looking clothing, and had blood red eyes. His whole appearance was just scary to be honest.

The last one looked 2 years younger than the oldest, he has curly chocolate brown hair and whore a black beanie. He whore a yellow sweater with black pants and also had an exited look. Was he that excited to hurt me later on? That doesn't mean anything good..

"Hey, mate. What's your name?" The oldest one asked. I hated it when they asked this, it already was on my paper. 

You see, the people who want to foster me or, something that never happens, adopt me. Always get to see my papers. But since the staff always want to get rid off me as soon as possible they never put my problems and disorders or such on my list.

"T-Tommy.." I said, it came out much weaker than expected and I mentally cursed at myself for it. "Well, Tommy. Tell us a bit about yourself." The man said with a smile on his face. I was thinking for a while. What did I do in my free time bedsides doing forced heavy chores or getting knocked to the ground. "I-I like minecraft and cows.." I said, I hated how I sounded so weak saying those things and kept stuttering. I was 14 for fucks' sake! But I've always been very scared and nervous meeting new families everytime. Just the toughts of all the abuse I'll have to go through again just makes the fear inside me grow. 

I also never really did anything bedsides playing minecraft sometimes while I was going to this school called Brooklyn high a long time ago. It was the luckiest house I've ever been to because the parents who fosterd me where almost always at work. 

I had to do everything around the house and if I did one small thing wrong it would result in a beating of course. But when they where away and I already did everything so I could secretly go to my old best friend Tubbo's house and we played minecraft very often, I also had a pet cow named Henry, that's why I like them so much. One time the family caught me and i almost got a blind eye. I did get some ribs broken tough.

I get snapped out of my thoughts by the father of the family talking to me again. "Well, that's great! My sons also like minecraft! I'm the one who'll foster you, My name is Phill and I am the creator of minecraft! That's also why our last names are Minecraft." (Sorry Notch TnT) He said. Old siblings never meant anything good. But he's the creator of fucking minecraft that means he's fuckig rich. Uh oh. Rich foster parents are always the very worst. Shit. I don't want to go through that abuse again. Shit, shit, shit.

I suddenly get snapped out for my toughts again by the two older siblings introducing themselves but I didn't really pay attention because of the massive panic in me that was still building up. The most important things that I had catched up where, that the one with the yellow sweater liked Music and Making songs, and that the pinkette liked Pigs and Potatoes? Hm, weird. I would never say that to him tough, wouldn't want a black eye now, innit? 

"Okay, times up!" Betty said coming in and putting on her fake persona. "Tommy, honey. Why don't you go upstairs and already pack your stuff in case they decide to adopt you?" She said, bleh. "Yess, miss Betty." I said quietly before running upstairs as fast as I could and just sitting on my bed. There's no way they'll foster me anyways. Someone like me wouldn't fit with someone like them. Their way to rich and shit for that. "Hey, Twig" I heard a very familiar voice say. I get up from my bed and I see Chester. Of course it's him. "So I heard someone's here to possibly foster you, aye? They probally wouldn't tough, who would want a scaredy cat little stick figure like you anyways?" He said. I was already used to this kind of hate but it still hurted, he was just fucking mocking my fatness all the time, that fucking dick. "Just leave me alone Chester." I said. "What the fuck did you just say to me you like brat? Oh you'll regret this-" He said while I hardly flinched before getting cut off by some staff member. 

"Oi Chester, mistake. Food's ready." She said looking st Chester rolling her eyes. She went to look at me. "Tommy, I don't think you'll need food anyways because that family will hopefully foster you. If you wish hard enough they'll maybe give you the crusts of their food if the only thing they're thinking isn't landing a punch on your disgusting face!" She said laughing and Chester just grinned while walking off. The first part didn't bother me of course because I hated food anyways but the second thing actually made me flinch a bit. If they did want to foster me that would probally happen and I wasn't looking forward to it, at all.

Just as I was about to just get some sleep, maybe. Debby slammed the door open and had a massive smirk on her face. "Oi brat! You're-

CLIFFHANGERRRRR

Will Tommy get adopted or not? Who knows👀                                                                                                  (Yes this is a wise question wdym🍴)

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