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TWs: Voices, Physical fighting, Blood, Slight gore, Beating, Abuse, Mentions of passed deaths, Bullying, Near death experience, Panic Attack? (If I missed any please let me know!)
Tommy was sitting at one of the play tables, coloring, at the group home. He had no clue how long it had been since he sat down at this table, but he knew it was around 11:30 AM when he arrived here. He lifted his head and looked at his smashed-up old phone, it read 4:34 PM. I've really been sitting here for five hours? Wait. Five? Or has it been four? maybe even six?
Tommy had never fully been taught how to count time, well he had, he just struggles with it. He has always struggled with reading time off of clocks and all that jazz.
"Tommy." Tommy lifted his head at his name being called, it was the nice person who had greeted him and Puffy at the door.
"What do you want?" He asked, not caring to make his voice sound angry or upset, not even nice, just monotone.
"Don't be rude Tommy." They hummed before continuing. "Puffy just called, she found a long-term emergency home for you, she said they'll be here to get you around 8:30PM, so please be ready."
Tommy nodded and stood up and went to pass by the worker but they blocked him. "What?" He asked, annoyance gripping his voice like cold ice. "Is everything ok? You've seemed to be keeping to yourself a lot more than usual today." He spoke with such a kind voice. It scared Tommy.
"I'm fine, can I go now?" Tommy spoke quickly. "I guess, but if you ever need someone to talk to, you can come to talk to me, got it?" Tommy just nodded and murmured quickly. "Thanks, Aimsey." before walking past her and running up the stairs to his temporary bedroom.
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It was currently 8:03 PM, meaning the family would be there within the next half hour to pick Tommy up, he had barely left the room, and nobody was currently in it so he decided to just sit there and wait.
He had learned a bit about who would be fostering him for a bit. It was a widower, he had two teenage sons, and although he didn't know their names, he wasn't excited at all. Houses with more kids and just one adult were usually the worst.
Suddenly the door to the bedroom, which Tommy had only left slightly cracked open, burst open. He snapped his head over and saw a kid he didn't want to see. Fuck.
He will hurt you.
You are going to get beat up.
There's no escape.
Better not fight back, you deserve this.
You deserve all this.
Come on, it's just a little pain.
A tiny bit of pain, Tommy!
Come on! :]
Hurry up!
The voices in his head wouldn't stop chanting, Tommy just watched as the kid quietly shut the door behind him before just leaning against it. "Hello, Tommy." He spoke in such a calm tone, it always scared Tommy. "Hey, Clay." Tommy tried to keep his voice from shaking but failed miserably.
Clay took a few steps towards Tommy. "I told you what would happen if you came back here, didn't I?" Tommy stood up from the bed he was sitting on the side of and stood up as tall as he could. "You don't scare me, Dream." I didn't even want to be here. It's not my fault.
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