Chapter 4

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Tommy loves sleep. Unfortunately sleep doesn't love him back. Tommy has never had a goods night sleep. Actually most of the time, no matter how much he sleeps, he will always be tired.

But Tommy had never had as good of a sleep like this. Sadly this would be the only good sleep he will have in a while but hey he's used to it.


Tommy stirred awake slowly, grunting about the aching in his body. It wasn't a bad ache it was actually good in a way .  "Ah your awake Tom, How was your sleep?" Wilbur asks getting up from the chair going to sit on the bed. "Uh it was good Wilbur but I really should be going.." Tommy says standing up stretching.
"Nonsense! You must be hungry. Now cmon let's go down for breakfast!" Wilbur exclaims  standing up ruffling Tommys hair.

Whilst walking through the hall, Tommy notices a big door, bigger than the rest. "Hey wil what's in there?" Tommy says as Wilbur turns to him. "You'll find out soon enough Tommy now cmon." Wilbur explains
Sooner or later they eventually meet a kitchen where Phil is cooking and Technoblade sitting on the table reading. "Hey Tom! Would u like some breakfast?" Philza asks. " Yes please Mr Minecraft" he says standing awkwardly. " Tommy mate you can call me Phil, Mr Minecraft seems Abit to formal. Now go take a seet." Phil notes with a grin. "Oh okay." Tommy utters walking to a seat across from techno and next to Wilbur. Tommy zones out fiddling with his outfit that he slept in. It was a sweater with a small smiley face and some joggers (sweat pants for you Americans 💀)

 It was a sweater with a small smiley face and some joggers (sweat pants for you Americans 💀)

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Tommy zones out listening to Wilbur and techno arguing about god knows what. It's a habit. Sometimes it will happen when he's tired but normally it happens any time. Tommy gets disturbed out of the zoning out by Phil placing a cup of tea in front of him. Now Tommy hated tea with a passion. British or not he was not gonna drink it. He just left it there whilst looking at Wilbur . "wil, uh I don't really like tea." He whispers
"Oh... that's fine. Do you want anything else to drink?"
Wilbur asks picking up the tea sounding annoyed.
"Uh.. anything is fine! But after this I really must go." Tommy mutters brushing back his messy hair as wilbur places down his water.
"Okay Tommy il drop you off home after this." Techno says putting his book down to eat.

10 minutes later....

"Here's your bag Tommy" Philza exclaims handing over the run down backpack with pins on. "Thank you for letting me stay and for driving me from work! I really appreciate it." Tommy voices smiling at Phil and Wilbur, Ruffling his black wings. "No problem Tommy. Now you call us any time you need anything." Phil says placing a palm on Tommy cheek. "Let's go Tommy." Techno says picking up his keys. Tommy exchanged goodbyes with the 2 men and walks out the door.

Half an hour later Tommy arrives at his apartment and waves of technoblade walking in the house greeting
Ranboo.

"Hey boo!" Tommy says placing his bag down "where's tubbo?"

"He's out patrolling round the park to see if he can find anything about that weird gang again." Ranboo says passing Tommy a cup of coffe . "By himself? That's abit dangerous. For all we know this gang could be aggressive.. do you think he will be okay?" Tommy worries. "He'll be fine. plus, he has his technology  tracker thing on him. Yknow the location one,See." Ranboo assures as he lifts his watch up showing tubbos location. "Well okay I'm gonna go rest. Even though it's like 10 in the morning I'm still really tired. Plus i have this whole week off I have nothing else to do." Tommy says walking to the bed in his room fainting on it and drifting off to sleep.




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Kind of a short chapter but atleast I'm updating right!
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