Distance Till Home ~ SBI Adoption AU

C3: Don't worry, you'll like it here!

TWS: Disassociation, Harmful Voices, Touch Starved (not sure if this is one but here you go), Close SH/Mentions of SH, Hallucination???, Mentions of past death, (Please let me know if I missed any!<3)

Tommy sat down next to Wilbur, who was wearing wireless earbuds. He was no longer bopping his head, but staring straight ahead, clearly zoned out. Tommy decided to leave him how he was and let him stay zoned out.

Techno was still reading his book, seeming to be either ignoring or not knowing the fact Phil had surprisingly gotten Tommy in the car.

Tommy was half dazed, he felt like he was in a dream at this point, nothing felt real. He was so tired, but knew he had to stay awake for the car ride to Phil's house. Then it hit him, he was leaving the group home, even though he really didn't want to. Fuck you Phil and your stupid comforting façade.

It was too late now, Phil had already pulled out of the Group Home parking lot. Tommy could do more than hope it was a short drive to his house.

Tommy glanced at Wilbur, who much to Tommy's luck, was now zoned out staring at his phone. Saves me from another awkward conversation with the boy. Tommy thought to himself, but his luck seemed not to work on Techno, who closed his book and then turned his head to Tommy. Dear lord, save us all. Was all Tommy could think before Techno attempted to start a conversation.

"How old are you, Tommy?" Tommy bit back a rude remark, remembering quickly which of the two teens he was talking to. "Ten." Tommy made sure to keep his answers short and simple, quick and to the point. Even though he would kill to talk with someone about a strong topic, he refrained from it. Remember, it could all be a façade. The less they know about me, the better. The less they know about me, the less they can hurt me.

Techno continued talking. "I'm seventeen and Wil," Techno gestured to the boy who was still zoned out, staring at his phone screen with a resting bitchface. "He is sixteen." Tommy just pretended he didn't hear him. But then Phil spoke up. "You know, I think one of our neighbors has an eleven-year-old boy." Wilbur, who had been zoned out for the past few minutes, finally spoke up. "Yeah, isn't his name Tubbo or something like that." Techno nodded. "I think so, you and him would probably get along well, Tommy."

Tommy ignored them, he really didn't feel like socializing, so instead he laid his head against the window, just now realizing how dark it was. He wished he knew what time it was, but his phone was in his bag, which he assumed was in the trunk. He tried to glance up front, to see if there was a clock on the dashboard, but Techno's arm was in the way. He leaned his head up against the window again, only to be disturbed by Wilbur. 

"Are you looking for the time?" Tommy reluctantly nodded. Wilbur glanced down at his phone. "It's 10:32PM. We left the group home about twenty-two minutes ago, so about twenty-five more minutes and we will be back at our house. I can't wait to give you a tour-" Tommy interrupted Wilbur. "Wait, It's already been twenty minutes?" Wilbur looked at Tommy with suspicious eyes. "Yea, why?" Tommy looked down at his thumbs. "I thought it had only been five." Tommy murmured. +

Tommy hated how weak his voice sounded in the moment. He hated how open he just was with Wilbur. He hated how much he just spoke. He was sure they found them annoying, he was sure they thought he was obnoxious now. Please, just take me back to the group home, I'd rather be killed by Dream rather than be taken to these weird, strange peoples house.

Tommy decided to lean against the window and just watch the passing trees, ignoring the conversation Wilbur and Techno were now having. His eyes felt so heavy and he felt really lightheaded. No, I can't sleep. Was the last thing Tommy thought before his vision went black.