Stealing Secrets

Die a Thief

TW: SWEARING, NEAR DEATH

"Was anything stolen?" Tubbo asked,pushing Tommy off him.
"Im not sure, no one seemed to worried about it. Not to mention some staff noticed that a few dollars was missing."

That's when Tommy felt it, tears trying to break through, sweat running down his neck. He began shaking, no one noticed but Tommy really needed to calm down til someone did.

"I'm surprised my room wasn't tampered with." George asked. "Why?" "Never mind." Wilbur quickly added.
"I'd like to spend the night in here, I don't wanna be in there if something gets stolen." George asked, sounding worried. This was getting bad for Tommy, if someone calls the cops he'll get busted, but then again, he needed the money. Collage his expensive, his mom shouldn't have to pay for it, he's old enough for that! At least that's what he thought.

Soon twilight came around and Tommy started getting worried, he'll last a day, but he can't pay to much. Maybe he'll just have a little bit of food and do other stuff. He just decided to sleep on it and come back to it tomorrow. As he went to sleep, Wilbur woke up.

Wilbur wasn't sure what to look for, but he was sure it was Tommy, it made sense, though he didn't know why, but he needed to prove it somehow. As he got up, he looked through Tommy's coat, he didn't see anything, he checked his hoodie, there, one twenty dollar bill. It wasn't enough, he needed proof it was him, not to tell anyone, but to help. He needed to know why, also to congratulate him for getting away with it for so long. (Don't steal kids)

He waited til morning, and try and catch him in the act.
It was 8:00 am, and everyone was awake, except George. "Wanna go to the pool? Or the spa?" Tubbo asked, while getting toast.
"I don't have any swim wear though." Wilbur told, while pouring come flakes in a bowl.
"Let's just go in our clothes, no one will care. I think."A part of Tommy hoped he drowned. He did not want to do anything, he wanted to leave and never come back. But of course, that wasn't gonna happen, not yet.

An hour later, Tommy found himself walking to the pool with a black t-shirt and shorts, like everyone else. George was drowsy, Tubbo was energetic, and Wilbur was....idk, let's call it calm? Anyway, as soon as Tommy saw the pool, a feeling of dread started poking in his head. Now, he wanted to drown just to get peace. But when the walked over, there's was a sign telling them:
:PLEASE ASK STAFF BEFORE ENTERING POOL: So that's what they did, Wilbur went in search for someone and after a bit, found someone

"That one's for younger kids with parents, so they can keep an eye on them, there's another one at the side of the hotel." He told everyone.
Tommy kept on getting even more worried the more he walked around, everyone was suspicious of everyone. No one trusted anyone. After what felt like infinity, they finally found the pool.

The water was glistening in the sunlight, you could see the water getting dimmer the farther you looked. And about half the hotel was swimming around. But did that matter, it did to Tommy! Everyone else didn't give two shits if more then 3 people were in there.
"Ever heard of a virus? Like the one that's killing people right now?" Tommy thought to himself. Personally, he didn't care why they were crowded or if they didn't care that they could get sick and die. He just cared, that it was crowded.

Once he heard people jumping in, including the people he knew, that was his part to sit down and to nothing. He just sat down and dangled his legs in the shallow part of the water. "Aren't you gonna come in?" Tubbo shouted, in the middle of the pool.
"I don't feel like swimming today!" Tommy shouted back. Tubbo shrugged and swam away. A few minutes go by and all that's moved with Tommy was his legs. His mind was in another world, trying to forgot his worries, when SPALSH! He woke up from his inner dream and came back to earth. He looked around to notice he was underwater.

He didn't really care, he just shrugged and laid there, holding his breath wasn't a challenge. After like a minute of being there and needing air soon, he heard another force of water jumping below him. He turned around and saw Wilbur swimming fast over to him. Suddenly he was grabbed on the arm and pulled to the surface.
"Oh thanks, I wasn't gonna be able to do that for much longer." Tommy sarcastically said.
"What the fuck?! You can't just lay there! It's very misleading." Wilbur yelled at him. Tommy liked being there, it was more calm there then anywhere else. No one could see him, and all he had to do to get there is just let himself sink. So that's what he did.

He got out of the pool to see relieved but also annoyed faces from Tubbo. The shallow end was less full, only some people in the corner of it and a kid trying to go there without a life jacket but his mom won't let him. He turned around and let gravity take him. (Not inspired by Luca).
"I could stay here for about two minutes." He thought to himself. He heard another splash in front of him this time, Tubbo checking to see if he's alive. Tommy waved and Tubbo stuck up the middle finger. After about and hour of Tommy just lying there and coming up for air every two minutes. He saw Wilbur jump in, and do that hand motion when you want someone to follow you or something.

Tommy started swimming upwards when he realized, a thick piece of shirt was caught on a loose tile.
"Well shit." He thought. All he could do was pull on it and hope something happens. He sat there for thirty seconds tugging on the piece.

"How the fuck is this so strong!" He yelled in his head. He was running out of air with almost no one left in the pool. He was alone there about to drown because of humiliation. He pulled and tugged with little to no air left.
"Well, this is fine."

Suddenly a sound, to the left? Or to the right? He wasn't sure, but he had no energy to move to check. He heard a faint snip sound and was pulled to the surface. Then his face felt cold, and needles poking him. Never mind it was wind. He gasped and-
"Motherfucking air, holy shit I missed you." He said in a gasp.
"Jeez chill man, I haven't even got you outta the pool yet." Wilbur said out of breath. Tubbo grabbed Tommy's arm and pulled him on land.

"Uh, you good?" Tubbo said, waving his hand in front of him like he was concussed.
"No bitch, I almost died!" Tommy shouted. "How'd you even know I was caught?" Tommy asked, still gasping for air.
"After I told you to come up, you took a little, so Tubbo looked in the pool and saw you struggling so he left to get scissors." Wilbur told him, also out of breath.

Tommy stayed there for another few minutes. Feeling tired and helpless.
"Alright I can go now." Tommy muttered. Still having trouble get air.
"Although I think there's to much water in me to breath properly." Tommy hoarsely told them.

So as they walked back, Tubbo helped Tommy get there while Wilbur googled how to make yourself puke. So as everyone dried themselves off as Tommy puked up almost all the water.
"I'm exhausted, cya tomorrow." As Tommy laid down, he fell asleep as fast as he could. Tubbo went back to find George still asleep. As Wilbur laid down, it took him hours to fall asleep. By the time he fell asleep, Tommy woke up.

"Oh come on! I almost drown so my mind decides to wake up in the middle of the night." He yelled at himself. He sat there, realizing that he has to get outta there before karma hits him. Then a thought that really rattled him, was to steal, but he didn't need to, he had money. The more he stays there, the more he steals, and the more worried he gets.

"I'm gonna die a thief, aren't I?"

OH MY GOD I DID, I WROTE A CHAPTER THAT ISN'T THAT GOOD BUT I DID IT :D THANKS FOR READING THIS, MEANS A LOT. REALLY :D