To be honest, making friends with Wilbur Soot wasn't even that hard. It didn't take much out of Tommy to simply befriend him. But he did learn a few things about him on his way into their very, totally real friendship. He even made a little list reminding him of all the things Wilbur liked and disliked.
Top list of dislikes were anteaters and birthdays. He didn't really know why the man hated the two things so much, but he just did.
His likes though included orcas and wine. Tommy also didn't know anything about either of those things, so he made no comment when Wilbur told him that he liked wine.
He was also an awful driver. And when I say awful, I mean awful. It was a complete miracle when he would come back home safe and sound. Multiple times had the man been pulled over with Tommy in the car and sometimes would simply drive off before the police officer could give him a ticket.
Wil had started driving him home from work after Tommy had almost been mugged right outside the café. But truth be told, he would have preferred being mugged than sitting in that car.
Apparently, Wilbur also believed that speed bumps weren't to decrease the speed of the car, instead to increase the speed. So, every time they would practically fly over the bumps, he would accelerate.
Though it was always a roller coaster when they would drive or even just talk, he was starting to tolerate the presence of the other man. Even if he was in mortal danger when he talked to him.
"Tommy!", the bell to the café chimed and in came Wilbur in all his mighty glory. Hair as fluffy as ever and clothing a little too straightened out for his own liking. It was as if Wil had access to a good dryer and ironing board. Which Tommy had a severe lack of.
He grinned at the taller and went over form wiping down a counter to coming up towards the register. "What'll it be today, Mr. Soot?".
"Hmm...I'll take a hot chocolate, please.", Wil returned the smile and settled down on an empty chair and table, he had quite the selection since literally nobody else was in the coffee shop.
As he started making the drink, he spoke up, "How's Techno doing? Is he still upset that half of the district knows him as a pedophile?".
"He's fine, a little prissy though. But you know how he always is.", he chuckled and looked down at his phone. His smile faltered a little, but this went unnoticed to Tommy.
"Yeah, could you hold Clem for me real quick? Gotta go grab some of the marshmallows from the back."
"Sure."
He opened the storage room and pulled out the baggy of marshmallows. His hands gripped around the bag and suddenly a flash shut before his eyes.
"Tommy!"
Wilbur stood before burning buildings.
"I-I never meant for this to happen-"
Music drifted through the fire, familiar lyrics.
"No-"
This wasn't how it was all meant to end-
"Please, wake-"
Echoes filled his mind.
"Wake u-"
No, this wasn't meant to happen.
"Tommy!"
"Wake up!"
He slammed awake.
Wilbur stood before him, worried eyes staring into his own blue ones.
"You alright?"
The question took Tommy by surprise, of course he was.
"Of course I am, I am a big man after all."
"Yes, of course you are."
He was visibly confused, so Wil went on to explain what had happened.
"Oh, well it took you a while to grab the marshmallows and when I decided to check on you, you were collapsed on the floor. I tried waking you up for a bit, but you never quite responded so I just waited for you to rise from your slumber."
Tommy nodded along, still a little confused.
"I probably just didn't drink enough or something like that. What time is it?"
"21:36, it's already quite late."
"Fuck yeah it is. Now I got to go make you drive me all the way back home.", he mumbled, feeling rather guilty that he made him go drive all the way to his apartment and all the way back to his own place.
Wilbur audibly gasped and poked Tommy's shoulder, "I have the best, grandest idea ever."
"What is it?"
"You can stay at my place for the night!"
He stared at the other for a while, contemplating if risking his life in both a car and a house was a good idea.
"Sure, I guess, but I don't have any clothes with me-"
"You can borrow some of mine! And you can just sleep in the guest room. It's a genius plan!", he was cut off short by Wilbur half yelling at him.
"I don't think they'll-"
"C'mon let's go to the car!", he was dragged outside by him and that was when Tommy came to the realization.
The burning building Wilbur had been standing on was the complex of his café.
___READ THE FOLLOWING A/N___
So yeah, there's that. I have two options for you guys:
Option A: we move on the plot faster, making sure that Tommy's story isn't dragged out all while ending sobbingly sad as I have been planning for this fic. (Shorter reading time)
Option B: we describe more interactions, giving Tommy the fight of his life with Ranboo and Tubbo all while ending in the sad ending I have been planning for this fic. (Longer reading time)
Just say 'Yes' or 'No' to the Options because I'm only counting the comments and not answers.
Also, should I make a Christmas chapter? Maybe just a one shot or something short unrelated to the plot?
Merry Christmas or whatever you guys are celebrating right now.
Edit: Should I get a better cover? Cause like- this one's isn't really enticing or exiting- I might just take a picture of a teabag or something even if the name has nothing to do with the storyline.
Bye bye my little biscuits <333
-Po
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TommyInnit's somewhat deadly tea bags
FanfictionTommyInnit, also known as Racoon, is your average vigilante. With a (very) low bank account he helps out selling tea and backed goods in the day, but at night has a way more dangerous job. While juggling tea bag selling, vigilante work AND surviving...
