Dianthus Caryophyllus

zinnia , daily remembrance and lasting affection

Huh? A group chat? He checked the group members from the chat settings. Mostly everyone he knew has been added before him. All except— Wilbur, Techno, Tubbo and him. Ranboo Beloved. The perfect golden child. Although, he noticed Niki has been added, the only member from Wilbur's friend group who has been added to the group messages. Niki has always been in neutral terms when it comes to himself, he still can't trust her. There's a huge possible chance that she will rat him out to his so-called older brother. She'll possibly rat him out that he's been interacting with enemies, labeling him as a traitor of the family's name.

Honestly, what's wrong with him? He can't blame him, he's been delusional from the start, anyways.

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chaos

Tommyinnit : uhh

Tommyinnit : hello?

George : ah

George : the annoying child is here

George : welcome

Tommyinnit : okay first of all stfu second of all whatb am I doingbhere

Purpled : your here bc I added u?

Tommyinnit : still didn't answer my question big p

Luke : What's up withh all thisnloeet case? m?

Bitzel : I bet they're tired from all the caps lock so they switched into lowercase

Drista : Bitzek, the only man who knows how to spell

Bitzel : Bitzek??

Bitzel : I'm offended

Tommyinnit : is it just me or this is the most chaotic gc I've ever been to

Purpled : its named "chaos" for a reason

Purpled : dumbass

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Tommy rolled his eyes yet his fond smile remained. He was never added in chaotic and active group chats like this. The other group he's been added to is always so formal, academic related or never active at all. Tommy sighed, putting his phone back in his right pocket, didn't even bother to respond to Purpled's reply. He's currently walking towards the alleyway, the same alleyway where he took shortcuts from the Craft manor to Esempi High University. The same shortcut he took the second day of the third week of his freshman year.

Looking around, his decision of going here might be stupid. Considering the fact that's it's already dark, with the dim yet functioning floor lamp lantern placed on either side of the alleyway with no pattern at all, with no one with him, it seems like he's in a horror movie where he's going to get chased down and killed at the end because of his stupidity. The eerie feeling is no better. Ignoring this feeling and trying his best to be optimistic which he is bad at, he continues to walk forward. Why is he here again?

Right, he's still curious if that door he saw a day ago is real or a part of his imagination. Tommy is sure he saw a door back when he was in a rush, he just can't figure out if it's fake or not.

A dirty dark wooden plank door with random graffiti art that comes with it. It's barely noticeable especially when at night, covered under the building shade in the morning as well as fitting in with the brick wall alongside it. Tommy pressed his right hand on the walls lightly. He continued walking slowly, humming the tune of Roadtrip. His favorite song Dream himself made and sang. Brushing the dirty and sprayed walls with his right hand, he eventually stopped. Snapping his head to the same direction, his eyes were met with a tall for a knob's size, metal bronze handle bar. Guess he wasn't imagining when he saw this plank door he's currently facing.