What happened to you?

Chapter 3

Tommy had found himself in Las Nevadas about a month later. He had no clue what he was doing there, he just happened to wander through nether portals and down paths until he got there. He was in a bit of a daze, not having a cigarette since a few days prior, the pack that he stole off of Wilbur the last time he had visited hadn't lasted him too long.

Tommy sauntered down the streets, looking around at the empty unopened vacation spot. Tommy spotted Quackity off in the distance, seemingly talking to someone he couldn't see. As he got closer, he noticed a green slime hybrid and smoke swirling around Quackity's head. Tommy quickly made his way to Quackity, leaching off of the smoke he was puffing out.

As soon as Quackity noticed Tommy standing next to him, he tossed the cigarette on the ground as squashed it, much to his dismay. Quackity threw his arm around Tommy's shoulders, ruffling his hair with the other hand.

"Tommy! How are you, mí amigo!" He laughed out. Tommy huffed and waved his hands away.

"I'm doing good, boss man. You know, the usual." Tommy beamed, glancing over at Charlie. "Hello boss man." Tommy greeted, bowing his head.

"Hi Tommy from the arctic!" Charlie gleamed back, bouncing on his feet slightly. Tommy's eyes widened slightly, he hadn't told either Quackity nor Charlie he was living there.

Quackity glanced over at Tommy. He adverted his eyes elsewhere. Quackity tightened his grip on Tommy's shoulder, shaking him slightly. Tommy looked back up.

"The arctic? You living with the rats and polar bears?" Quackity joked, face a little contorted with fear. He knew that he probably just worried about the kids safety up North, but Tommy had the feeling to disagree.

"Just up there with Ranboo big man. No worries! Visiting the good ol' family." He snuggled into Quackity's side, leeching the smell of smoke off of him.

"Tommy I smell like smoke, you shouldn't hug me." Quackity stated, lightly pushing Tommy away. Tommy frowned as he stepped away.

"I'm used to it Big Q, you don't have to worry." Quackity let out a chuckle, looking at Tommy with a endearing look.

"Wilbur smoking around you?" Quackity asked, his face as soft as Tommy was used to. Tommy figured that now was his time to lie, to give a excuse, to get his hands on some more cigarettes.

"As usual, Quackity. He actually sent me here to buy him some cigarettes, I was coming here anyways so I thought I might as well while since I'm here!" He exclaimed.

Quackity chuckled, and Charlie let out a bit of a laugh himself. Tommy ended up hanging out with Charlie, liking him more then he used to. He ended up giving Quackity a couple bars of gold, something he mined himself, getting about 8 packs of cigarettes for his gold.

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Tommy wandered back through the forest, taking the long way back. He pulled out one of the packs from the sachet on his hip, bending over to pull the lighter out of his shoe, swearing when he couldn't find the golden lighter. He shoved his hand in his other shoe, not finding it there either. He pulled the backup pack of matches from his back pocket, lighting one and setting a blaze to his cigarette hanging from his mouth.

He then blew out the match, pouring some water from his canteen over it to make sure he didn't start a forest fire when he tossed the match onto the ground. He puffed on his cigarette, walking down a dirt path to the closest portal for the tundra. He jumped at a squawk that was next to his head, turning to see a crow.

"Your one of Phil's, I recognize you. You're the one that's always sitting on his shoulder." Tommy stated, blowing smoke away from its face. It was perched on a low hanging branch by Tommy's face. It tilted its head, squawking again at Tommy.