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My name is Tommy, just Tommy no last name. Though you might know me as Tommy Innit online. Though I'm very different, in person. I only live by one rule and that is doing anything necessar...
WARNINGS INCLUDED IN THIS CHAPTER ARE... •Anxiety •Mentions of sexual assault •Death •Panic Attack •survivors guilt •ptsd
The shower never worked, yet it was the only thing I ever want to do that was possible after being touched besides tarring all my skin off. I could draw on my-
God I need to get out the water fucking cold now anyways I thought as I turned it off and stepped out of the shower drying off and putting on the same clothes again.
I push open the door to see Ranboo and Tubbo chilling on one bed just scrolling on their phones.
"Hey Tommmsss!" Tubbo says putting his phone down as I take a deep breath praying my voice doesn't betray me.
"Hey big man." I say as it sounds way to scratchy.
"Rough day?" He ask.
"Long day." I say falling down onto the bed next to them.
"You slept for like 3 hours not even an hour ago!" Ranboo states loudly.
"I will stab you with a pencil." I say eyeing the pencil on the night stands closes to me.
"Let's go look around this place it's huge what is it like 3-4 story's?" Tubbo asks
"Yeah I never really got too sounds fun, you coming Tommy?" Ranboo asked looking over at me.
"Sure, why not." I say getting up.
———- Here's the house's general layout nothing is scald to size.
Bottom floor or when you walk into house:
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Main floor:
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3rd floor:
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