"Papa, in the book it said the boy didn't eat dinner. But if you don't eat dinner you starve!" Clementine exclaimed, having only ever known dinner as a meal.
"Well, my moth, they live in a different world, with odd meals called 'breakfast' and 'lunch'.. breakfast is in the morning, and lunch is in the middle of the day." Tommy explained, though felt pretty bad for having to say it was a different world.
"But Earth doesn't have enough food for that! You Saud it yourself!" Shroud argued, crossing his arms. Tommy laughed, "As I said, their in another world, a fake one." It felt like just yesterday his father told him the same lie about something else.
"..Will our garden bring back food? And meals? Just like breakfast? And lunch?" Clementine asked hopefully, as Tommy nodded, his usual soft smile adorning his face.
"Then let's go check on it!!" Shroud exclaimed, running to the other side of the junkyard, getting plenty of looks and laughs from the other's living there.
Tommy got up slowly, reaching for his water bottle and using Clementine's hand to get up from the old blue bean bag chair he usually sat in.
"Come on, Papa! Shroud is all the way over there now!" Clementine exclaimed, pointing to her younger brother who was indeed at the garden.
"Oh- big man, is it Tuesday already? I thought it was Sunday-" Tubbo, their 'neighbor', quickly worried, seeing the family heading to the garden. Tommy laughed, "No, actually the kids just learned about the fake worlds where they had Breakfast and Lunch, and they want to bring those meals back by making food." Tommy smiled, laughing at his children's foolishness.
"Ah, Michael was just like that when we read him Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs. Of course, he didn't talk though.." Tubbo sighed, being reminded of his son's chosen muteness.
"I'm sure he'll talk eventually, don't worry." Tommy laughed, quickly following Clementine and Shroud who looked at all the vegetables and fruits that were growing.
"Papa, could we make more things from those ither worlds? Like hospitals? And families with mum's? And- And libraries! I want to read!" Clementine asked, hope gleaming in her eyes.
"Well, we can certainly try, right?" Tommy laughed, before coughing, taking a small sip of his water.
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It had been a day since Kristen was taken to the ER. They determined she had two weeks to live. Tommy didn't know what that meant, though.
"Wilbyy!! Why do the families on TV always get dinner server by their mum's?" Tommy groaned, sitting on the dark red couch and staring at the flat screen even as he spoke.
"Because that's how it is." Wilbur grumbled, the sound of keys jingling was heard as he grabbed his coat from the rack and slammed the door behind him. Tommy rolled his eyes, continuing to watch the show.
"Theseus- I've- I've gotta go.." Techno uttered, he sounded panicked. "But I have a question-" Tommy turned, back facing the TV. Except it was too late, and just like Wilbur, Techno slammed the door.
Tommy groaned, slumping as he was. "What's wrong, little hawk?" Phil asked, walking down the stairs and towards the couch. "Wilbur and Techno don't answer my question!" Tommy grunted.
Phil laughed, crouching down beside Tommy. "Well then, what's the question?" Phil asked, usual smile adorning his face. "How come on all those shows the mum's cook dinner?" Tommy asked, as Phil's eyes widened, before narrowing in empathy.
"Well, Tommy, these shows are, uh, well, fake.. And I know for a 7 year old that must be confusing but-" "It's not confusing!" Tommy argued, sitting up straight and folding his arms. "I'm a big man!"
Phil laughed, "Yes, yes you are, Tommy." He agreed.
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It Was Night When You Died
FanfictionCOVER IS NOT MINE. TW: Angst Death Crying Yelling Last goodbyes Cancer Present: Tommy is just trying to raise his son and daughter, Shroud and Clementine. The two were orphans, as Tommy technically now is. He just wants to give his children the...
