TommyInnit's somewhat deadly tea bags

Bomb time ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

"Wil stop driving over red lights!", Tommy was thrown back into the seat again after Wilbur took a sudden turn around a road which had a clear sign saying, 'No turn on red'. 

He was completely insane and poor Tommy was the victim of his crimes. 

After a straight few minutes of being thrown around and pushed through the car, the brunette finally declared, "We're here".

To say he was amazed by just the color of the house was an understatement. Yes, Wil always came in clean, not overly cheap clothing which was either 2 sizes too big, or 3 sizes too small. But he had just thought that the man had a really good dry cleaner and always found good clothing for a cheap price.

White walls with stone accents, neatly trimmed plants and a driveway that was so clean, he didn't know if a car, or a human for that matter, had ever set foot on it.

"You never told me you were rich.", he told Wilbur, staring at the house in awe.

"I'm not, we just have very well-paying jobs.", the other declared, meeting Tommy's eyes with a half glare.

"Well, what the hell do you work as if you can afford this?", it was more of a playful gab, though Wil tensed at this.

"We just...I mean my dad...you know...uhm we uh...own a business.", he stuttered a bit with his very convincing response.

"Mhm, now let's go inside because I am practically starving right now."

They walked inside the door, pieces clicking together for Tommy. He had seen the house before, when him, Tubbo and Ranboo went to rob people on Halloween. But he had never, ever come to the realization that this was Wils's house. 

The inside was modern, whitewashed walls with paintings and family photos strewn about the walls. 

"Shouldn't we like...put our shoes off?", he asked tentatively after Wilbur walked into the kitchen with his shoes.

"Nah, you don't have to put 'em off if you don't want to.", the taller waved his hand dismissively at Tommy.

He gawked at him and followed him in suite. If Tubbo saw him wearing his muddy, practically ripped open shoes in the house he would not only be kicked out, but also disowned and beaten up. 

Good thing Tubbo wasn't here though. 

He handed him a sandwich with white bread and non-crunchy peanut butter before going upstairs, leaving the vigilante all alone in the kitchen. He'd never been really to anybody else's house other than the visits he'd occasionally get from new neighbors which would usually just ask to see his parents since they were concerned about the wellbeing of three teenagers alone in an apartment.

Tommy just sat down on the dining room table and comfortably at his sandwich.

About halfway through the very tasty bread Wil came down again, "Toms, what are you doing?".

"Hm? Oh, I'm just eating the food you gave me." 

"Holy why are you down-, never mind, c'mon just eat upstairs."

An arm slinked around his own, tugging him up the stairs.

Once again, he gasped inaudibly. 

No shoes off, white bread, non-crunchy peanut butter AND eating upstairs? 

This household was a wonder, and he was so glad that Tubbo wasn't here.  

Up to the second floor they went, until the pair had reached a white door which had a small guitar carved in the wood. Inside the room it was just absolutely wonderful.

A few clothes were thrown into a pile and posters, paintings and pictures flew through the walls. Each photograph from different things, one from a woman with two children in her hands, kind smile plastered on her face as the brown-haired one reached out of her arms to try taking her sunhat. A beach in the background with a setting sun made the picture look as if it came from a movie.

The family looked perfect.

And his wasn't.

"You alright?", a voice toned from behind him.

He nodded his head in answer, "Yeah, just looking at your room."

"Oh, uhm, yeah I didn't clean up since I didn't really know if you were coming or not. I did have a suspicion, so I made sure it didn't look too dirty.", he chuckled a bit, flustering and flopping on the bed. 

"His room does look awful usually-", somebody said from behind them.

"Dad stop it!", Wil lifted a pillow and threw it at his dad, hitting him right in the head.

"And the smell is so awful it's like bath and body works all-"

Another pillow hit his head, this time in his chest. The man faltered a bit and moved from his previous position on the door frame, "Alright, alright. I'll leave you both alone. If anybody's hungry there are some potatoes and barbecue ribs in the fridge."

"Oh, thank you Mr. Soot." Tommy thanked him, this family was truly something else.

"No problem, there are some extra blankets in the closet if anybody gets cold-"

"Dad! We're fine! What about you go and practice sword fighting with Techno!" 

Wilbur pushed the older man out of the room and locked the door.

"Finally, he's gone. Now, want to listen to be play guitar?", he had that stupid grin on his face, eyes squinting a little bit. 

Tommy had heard him play before, one time while he was listening to a recording of himself and editing something. Prissy prick listened to himself and gave his own Spotify listeners. 

"Sure-" 

Instantly the brunette rushed over, picked up a guitar from one of the many stands and started tuning. (Just to warn y'all: I don't know anything about the guitar so I'm going off of the violin)

   Soft plucks came from his fingers as he started, eyes completely concentrated on the guitar and its notes. To him the world was flying by in a wild blur, the only thing keeping him anchored on earth was Tommy and his music. 

'The black hole of the window where you sleep' 

His voice was sugar sweet, yet it had the feeling of smoky bitterness behind it.

'The night breeze carries'

Tommy drifted off, back leaning against the bed frame.

'Something sweet' 

He yawned and as his eyes closed, though the last lyric stung with him as a string of wrong chords played through the air. 

'A peach tree'

Because as his fingers continued strumming and his friend fell asleep, Wilbur noticed that Tommy was a landmine, where one misunderstood word or step could blow up a country.

And Wilbur was a ticking timebomb, where no matter what happened he would always end up setting everything ablaze.

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It's been a while since I've been really proud of a chapter, and yes, I know I'm a week late. I actually enjoyed writing this even if it wasn't chaos. The plot is developing. but I'm warning you guys that this all won't have a happy ending. (P.S. I really love the bomb thingy ending-)

Bye bye my little Biscuits~