Escapism

Control Yourself, Your Voice is too Loud.

Tommy didn't really want to be here at the moment. This was Schlatt's domain and Phil had dropped him off to fend for himself. The man might not know of Pogtopia yet, but he was still an enemy. Why else would he bring him to the domain of the man who had exiled him and his brother? Surprisingly, the only good thing about being here was the evil man's son. Tubbo was a pretty cool guy, he was even willing to join L'manburg. Though now that they were no longer in L'manburg, he could invite the other to join Pogtopia. He could be their spy... that was unless the only reason Tubbo became so close to him and agreed to join L'manburg was to spy on them for his father.

The blonde weaved his way through the other kids in the hallway, so he could make it to class on time. Of course, Schlatt would create something as horrendous and tortuous as school. Once he found the room, he slipped in and sat at his desk. Even Wilbur had to face the tortures of school. Apparently, Phil was the one in charge of his brother's torture facility. There was no way that Phil wasn't their enemy. He was relieved that he had listened to Wil when he asked him not to talk about Pogtopia, even if he did let it slip. His president had his back and covered for him.

"Hey, big man!"

Tommy grinned at that voice, "Tubbo!!"

"You're looking better. The last time I saw you, you had some nasty-looking bruises... well you still do, but they're healing!"

The smile dropped for a split second before returning even wider, "I fought in a bloody battle for our great nation of L'manburg... sadly my brother and I were forcibly exiled from L'manburg, so now we are seeking shelter in our new nation, Pogtopia. Would you like to become a citizen or a trusted ally of Pogtopia?"

Tubbo gave a salute, "Yes, vice president, sir!"

"We need to schedule a day where you can officially visit Pogtopia and become a citizen. Then President Wilbur can assign you a position in office."

"Is it okay if I invite my friend Ranboo?"

"What's up with people around here having weird names? Dream, Ranboo, Tubbo, Technoblade. Is there like some council of shitty names around here and all they do is give terrible names to newborns?"

"Hey, that's mean, my name isn't weird!"

"I'm sorry to inform you, Tubbo, but your name is kind of weird, not as weird as Ranboo and Technoblade, though."

Tubbo huffed, "Fine then, Thomas. Don't see how you're qualified to say what a bad name is or not if you don't even like yours enough to go by it."

"Hey, I would argue that that is what makes me perfectly qualified! I know a bad name when I hear one."

"Yeah yeah, big man, whatever you say. Oh yeah, you mentioned Technoblade, do you know him?"

The blonde gave a nod, "Yeah, Wil and I were brought to his and Phil's land, so we secretly conquered some of it for Pogtopia. They don't know about that yet."

Their conversation was soon cut short when the teacher stepped to the front of the room to begin with the lesson. Tommy groaned and tried his best to pay attention and not start side conversations with his Tubbo. He found his focus being brought away from the teacher to other things, like how scratchy his clothing began to feel on his skin. He grumbled and bounced his leg, throwing his torso and arms over the desk. God this was torture. Though despite the fact that Schlatt ran a facility specifically meant for torture, he had to say that it was definitely not the worst torture he had been through. Schlatt could really get some tips from Dream. The control room was by far the most torturous thing he had ever faced.

Tommy wasn't sure when or how long he had been zoned out, because he was brought back by the sound of the bell ringing and everyone getting up to go to their next period. He went to stand and slightly wobbled, his leg felt tired after bouncing it for such a long time. He hated how his next period wasn't with Tubbo, the only other classes he had with Tubbo were his third and his last. He and Tubbo had separate lunchtimes, so he would normally eat by himself. He wasn't sure which one was worse, eating lunch by himself or attending his gym class. On one hand, he would be left alone to his thoughts and on the other hand, he wasn't the most athletic and there was a chance he would be singled out. He didn't want to get bullied, but he also didn't want to be left alone with his thoughts.