TommyInnit's somewhat deadly tea bags

Smells like mother's crazy sister Aunt Kate

Once again, he was swinging from one building to the other, everything a blur as he grappled towards an alleyway.

This time though, there was no hum on the other side of his com, nor the sound of Tubbo continuously munching on chip. There wasn't even a hint of Ranboo yelling in the background as he burned another pot of pasta. 

All there was surrounding him was the whoosh every time he took another leap from a roof or lamppost.

Clementine puffed herself up and nudged his side, a reminder that she was forever with him.

A small chirp left her mouth and Tommy stopped, landing on a roof.

"Where do you smell it?", he mumbled, letting her slink down his arm and onto the cold concrete. The faint scent of Blue hung around in the area. It kind of smelled like mother's crazy sister aunt Kate.

The red panda trotted around before looking down at one of the alleyways next to them. She gave off a little hiss and climbing back onto his arm and nuzzling herself into the nook of his neck.

He straightened from the previous crouching he was in and quietly swung himself down into the snicket.

The current mission he was on wasn't his usual grab and go villain sort of thing. On the contrary, he was currently looking for a suitcase full of the drug, Blue. 

"Good girl. Now, can you go and sniff it out for me?", his question was rather rhetorical and soon enough Clementine had pushed a box over. 

Tommy ripped it open with one of his darts and was met with many different forms of the drug. Flasks full of the blue liquid were laid out in front of him.  Under those were jars full of the blue pills and below the medication were pieces of paper labeling instructions on how to make more.

"Oh? Is that the infamous racoon I see?", an unfamiliar voice toned in behind him.

He whirled around, the opened box still in his hands.

The person had a trench coat on and a gas mask which covered his entire face, the only visible feature being brown curls that poked from his head in uneven places and light spots of blue on his goggles. They looked absolutely terrifying, and he wanted to curl himself into a ball and die right then and there. 

He didn't have the scary aura and blood-streaked sword that the Blade had, and nor did his hands hold a weapon of any sorts. 

"Now I know this is all a bit odd to you. But would you mind giving me that box right in your hands? It's quite important to me.", he continued, reaching over his arms to grab the box.

Tommy took a step back, clenching the package close to his chest, "No."

All of his usual feisty temper stepped back in his mind and instead fear took its place.

"It wasn't a question. Give me the box.", once kind words turned angry and he tried grabbing the box from his hands. 

"No!", Tommy let off a hiss. The package hindering his ability to grab any sort of weapon from his utility belt.

The man swiped at it again, though his moves were calculated, there was this since of urgency and need in them. That's when it clicked in his head, the strange spots and wanting of the dangerous drug. 

He was on Blue. 

The thing about Blue, was that it was something almost good. It made the person on it happier, because it would give them almost hallucinations which turned things metaphorically upside down. Once a dead plant would switch to a blooming bright and colorful flower, or a gorgeous patch of clovers. 

And for the first few years of the medication being used, everything was fine, and many were a significant amount happier with their lives. But over time many started noticing that the people on it started wanting more and more. Because after around a month or so of taking the drug, it would start to wear off faster and faster, until instead of drinking one tablespoon every day, they would start downing it in bottles. Which would eventually lead to an overdose. 

The city banned it immediately, and many weren't happy about this, so they would make it illegally.

Though this wasn't the worst part about Blue. Because when the drug would wear off, instead of seeing the real world, people would see their worst fears.

"Give. It. To. Me!", the guy leaped towards him, and Tommy kicked back. Clementine now hissing from his neck, her teeth bared just like his own. 

"No!", he snapped at the man with sharp canines. 

A completely wrong move from Tommy's side.

As he bit towards him, he felt the box be yanked then pushed towards him in one, rushed movement into the brick wall behind him.

Tumbling towards the ground he felt some of the glass veils smash into him violently and shatter across his chest which was now stained blue on some spots.

Sputtering from the impact he let off hitched breaths, feeling a warm, red liquid pool underneath his back. 

Drug guy kicked him one last time in his stomach, causing the boy to hunch over in pain as his head and back throbbed.

A cough came from his body and blood slowly flowed out of his mouth in a rhythm he'd never heard before.

Usually this would be the time where he would ask for help from Tubbo or Ranboo over his coms. But as his hands reached shakily for his earpiece, he felt nothing. Right, he didn't take it with after their fight.

 And so, as the man left with the package, Tommy got his phone out, slipped off his mask and struggled to pull most of his costume off before stuffing it in his backpack.

With trembling fingers, he clicked on one of his few contacts and called them.

Exhaustion pulled him down to the floor again and as his phone rang out, he really regretted ever fighting with either of his roommates.

"Tommy! Long time no see...or well...heard. Why'd ya call me?"

He coughed again, "Hey Q, I...I think I just got mugged."

He was fighting to stay awake, vision going in and out of focus.

"Oh shit, are you alright?"

"Not really. I'm down at this alleyway on-", he tried standing up but stopped himself as another gush of dizziness hit him in his head, causing him to wince lightly"-Fungi Ave."

His words were cut short as he started coughing again, more blood spilling out of his mouth.

"Tommy?", Quackity asked from the other side of the call again and all Tommy answered with was a gasp and more coughing.

"I'm on my way, just hold on tight, don't fall asle-", he dropped the phone from his hand as his vision blanked out on him fully.

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A/N

Words: 1234 (Before edit) 

So sorry it took me a long time to make this. The idea of Blue being a drug has been on my mind for a while now and I'm quite happy about how I made Wilbur addicted to it. 

Also, don't worry. Tommy's not gonna die after all that. Just needed to get Quackity in here because our basic SBI and benchtrio cast is getting repetitive.

Sadly, I couldn't fit in the little bit with Bakugo saying Kermit the frog, but don't worry. It'll happen next chapter. I also got a ton of really cute earrings and matching shirts with my two Besties so yay! 

Wish me luck with a new instructor 👀<333! 

-Po

Edit: I need some help. To say it shortly, I want to add some trigger warnings. But my lazy ass doesn't want to take an hour to read through my own story, so I call upon you, to remind me which Trigger Warnings I'm missing. Just comment on this please ^^.

-Po x2