Call me Nightmare (abandoned)

Slight inconvenience

-Tommy POV-

I had fun today. The training wasn't bad, and I easily got along with Niki and Jack. I sat on my bed since I had already changed. I took my phone for the first time in hours. I checked and saw I had a few messages from Toby and Mark. I smiled as I opened up Toby's first. My smile quickly disappeared as I looked at the message.

'Hey, Tommy'

'Mark and I heard Jared talk bad about you again'

'You know the normal stuff like "I bet he cuts himself, that's why he uses long sleeves" or "Hah he's so pitiful I bet he can't wait to jump off a roof. What a loser"

'I know you told Mark and me to not bother but we got furious and we started a fight'

'They ended up winning'

'We are fine though, a few friends helped us out"

Oh, that bitch. That's why they were that hurt and beaten up. How annoying that they came at them in a group of 8 what a bunch of assholes. I decided to ask how many were there to make sure and to keep the conversation going since Tommy didn't know Nightmare did.

"It's all fine"

"Just hoping you're okay"

"How many of them were there?"

"Oh like 8 we heard them and got mad he was with his friend group"

"And don't worry we are fine"

"Okay, good night"

"Hope you are better"

"Remember to put ice on the bruises"

"We will, thanks. Good night"

Oh yeah, I was mad. Little shits. Two against 8 come on. Little bitches are afraid of fighting more people. They really had to outnumber them by 6 people. Fuck this. I am getting into a fight tomorrow. Nobody fucking messes with my friends. I giggled at the thought. Their beat-up faces bleeding and crying. Oh, they were so gonna regret messing with my friends.

-Time skip to the morning-

I decided to fuck them up in the morning so I'm getting up early. I needed to be there around 15 minutes before school started. I had put my alarm extra early. I woke up and quickly showered. I had something to be excited about. I put on a white T-shirt and some black ripped jeans. The shirt unlike what I normally wear was short-sleeved. These idiots are gonna see why I have so many scars. They are clearly from knives some are cigarette buts and others are bullet scars. Well, fuck them I don't care what they think anymore. It's not like I don't have the money so the government doesn't do shit about assault or something. My job paid well.

I was smart and knew I could hide and basically disappear if I wanted to. I specifically chose white so the blood was clear. They could see their blood. Their punishment for messing with my friends. Oh who knows, maybe they'll have a nightmare later and die due "to the shock". I ran down the stairs and grabbed an apple. I grabbed my backpack that was next to the door and left, locking the door behind me. I ran to the school. I messaged Tubbo mentioning I had to get to school early for "some business".

I arrived at the school quickly. I was exactly on time for my plan. I may or may have not brought a knife just in case. I giggled as I entered the school. I saw a few people at the entrance. They all stared at me. The scars I guessed. I didn't care I was used to stares anyway. I quickly found the guys. There they were in all of their glory. Against the lockers pushing someone around. I walked closer to see who the guy was. Oh, those shits. It was Mark. Yeah, they are having a nightmare later maybe an extra gory one, maybe even one with torture. As I walked closer they noticed me.