I'm Bored and in the House and I'm in the House Bored

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A/n I fucking hate myself istg i go dark for what, months? and emerge with this??? bro its barely 1k worDS I-- QAQ can't believe myself rn BYE
IM SORRYYYYYYY but im not sorry for the ending :)

( I misspelled some stuff so i edited it btw)

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    Tommy, if you could believe it, was bored. He tried everything, bothering Ranboo, bothering Tubbo, bothering Wilbur, trying to find Clementine again, and trying to find Phil, but it turns out he's with Techno. (He didn't want to bother Techno because he was scary. He would never admit it, though). But they all eventually shooed him off because they were busy. Tubbo was hanging out with Ranboo and didn't want to be bothered. Wilbur was trying to write a new song and wasn't in the mood to deal with Tommy. And Phil was out with Techno.
    Tommy decided to prank some random people. He left his house and got to the market place to look for victims. The plaza was busy, as per usual, and full of unsuspecting prey. Luckily for Tommy, he saved up to buy a lot of water balloons, and these unfortunate souls were going to experience the full force of Tommy's boredom.
    Screams filled the air, mothers grabbed for their children, but it was too late. As soon as the onslaught had begun, it couldn't be undone. Children big and small threw anything they could get their grubby hands on back in the direction of whoever threw the first water balloon. Soon, teams began to form and true chaos had been created.
    "Tommy, look out!" Deo shouted at Tommy.
    Tommy spotted the two small kids, one he recognized as Wisp, (someone who initially joined his team with Luke, but later betrayed us.) preparing a throw at him, thankfully, Tommy managed to avoid being hit.
    "Thanks, big man!" Tommy grinned at the older boy and gave him a thumbs up before going after the pair.
    Tommy himself formed a team that he called 'Business Bay'. There were only four members, but that didn't make them any less strong.
    The battle continued and so did the day as the sun slowly descended due west. Even Deo, who fought with Tommy for the longest left eventually, leaving Tommy alone in the street. Tommy was visibly disappointed at the loss of chaos and fun. The day was barely over and Tommy still wants to play. He decided to check on Tubbo, to see if him or Ranboo were up for some fun.
    He returned to the house in search of Tubbo and Ranboo, hoping to mess around some more. Unfortunately, he found Tubbo fast asleep in his bed with no Ranboo anywhere. Tommy remembered Ranboo telling them he has to be home by midday, so he must've left a few hours from now. Wilbur might be up for some fun, though. When Tommy reached Wilburs room the door was ajar and paper filled with ink and rips littered the ground. Wilbur sat at the desk with his hunched back growing and shrinking every so often.
    Tommy decided it would be best to leave them alone and search for other things to entertain himself with. Afterall, he knew just how important sleep was. However, he could not find Philza nor Techno. And Tommy himself has been out for many hours, so what could they possibly be doing? Tommy shrugged the thought off. They're responsible and strong, so they should be fine. Running down the stairs, he left their house. The trees swayed in the distance. It was getting a little late... But...
    Tommy didn't want to sleep yet. He still had some energy left, besides, he was curious about the forest. It looked fun to explore, and he really liked to explore. He ventured farther towards the wood. The wind continued to disturb the plant life that surrounded Tommy.
    Tommy went in.
    The orange-pink tinted sky was clear of any clouds and the green leaves shook from the wind. It was cool today, not enough for a sweater, though. Tommy hopped up on a log to look around. Not too many things were around this shallow in the woods. Tommy caught sight of a soft blue butterfly. He was immediately enamored, it may not have been as pretty as Clementine, but it was still beautiful. The butterfly flew deeper into the forest leaving Tommy atop his log. Tommy decided to chase after it.
    He jogged to keep up with it, stumbling over roots and stumps in the process. Tommy always had a problem with impulse control, you could ask Tubbo and he would spill all of Tommy's embarrassing moments in a heartbeat. So it wasn't surprising- though still a little scary- when he realized it was pitch black and he didn't know which direction was back to Phil's house.
    The butterfly flew off, but Tommy didn't care. He was scared, kinda cold, and, admittedly, lost. He never went in so deep before, and he didn't recognize any of his surroundings from what he remembered of his scouting missions. His throat was closing up and fear clouded his mind.
    "Ph-Phil? Hey! Phil, are you here? Please tell me you're here." Tommy yelled out, desperate.
    But no matter how long or how loud Tommy yelled, no one seemed to be coming.
    'In and out.' He remembered Tubbo saying the last time he panicked like this.
    Tommy followed the instructions, his heartbeat calming down with his breathing.
    Okay. Tommy thought, Think, where did you last come from?
    Tommy racked his brain for the information, but it never came. He hadn't paid too much attention to his environment when he chased the butterfly.
    Welp, fuck me, I guess. Might as well take this one problem at a time. For starters: I'm cold.
    Tommy produced a bright red flame in the palm of his hand. He immediately felt himself warm up and he smiled. Well, this isn't so bad now.
    A twig snapped from behind. He flinched, the fear causing the flame to go out.
    "Hello?" He turned around, catching a flash of movement.
    Tommy took a cautious step back. The bushes in front of him of rustled too much for it to be from wind.
    Two birds flew out from it, allowing Tommy to breath.
    "Jeez, and here I thought I was being followed."
    "You are." A familiar voice said from right behind Tommy.
    Tommy felt pain bloom on the side of his head before everything went black.

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