I'd call a cab. {a vigilante tommyinnit story}

Chapter 34 - Countdown

TWs: cursing, yelling, violence and character death
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Tommy POV:
Arriving home phill sent me to Wilbur's room, telling me I needed to rest before training were to begin.

Almost mechanically I made my way up the stairs. My movements, however voluntary they were, felt as if I was being controlled. Only one thought circled my mind when I had finally sat down on my bed.

This was going to end one way or another.

Ranboo POV:
After Phill and Tommy arrived home, both heading to their respective rooms to rest, techno wasn't far behind.

Walking into the house he held five bags and, though there was no physical way to tell, he seemed to be in high hopes. He wasn't the only one.

It had been weeks since I've had any hallucinations. While I probably should be concerned at the abnormality I chose to simply appreciate it.

Tubbo seemed to be happier in general. He hadn't, to anyone's knowledge, touched drugs since that night.

Phill seemed more motivated, he knew more then all of us that this would be one of, if not the most important fight of our lives. And, since the sun was now setting, we only had 6 days to get ready.

This is what it was all building up to.

Tommy POV:
We woke up on Monday to the smell of bacon filling the house. Walking downstairs we saw phill in the kitchen making breakfast.

Ranboo and Tubbo were quick to poke fun at his pink apron but after the joking threat of not receiving any food they quickly quieted down.

As we sat at the table Techno explained to us that today would be mainly focused on visiting Halo so we could heal any of our remaining injuries.

"Even so much as a sore wrist could make everything we are doing go to waste. We'll be visiting bad now and the day before this all goes down." He said, earning nods from around the table.

Just as promised we left immediately after everyone had finished eating, all piling into Phills car as we drove down to the cliffs district.

I noticed how there was a strange sort of excitement in the air that everyone shared. Everyone but me, that is. I received a few concerned glances from Ranboo, no doubt for my uncharacteristic silence.

I didn't understand how everyone could be so.. happy. This was going to end in 7 days. Were they that confident in our ability to win?

As much as I wanted to remain optimistic I've seen what Dream can do. So has Ranboo and Techno. They had to know as much as me that even if we won it wouldn't be pretty.

Whatever happened on Sunday would change everything. Everyone.

After our visit to Halo it was already dark. Getting home and into bed I sighed heavily.

6 days left.

Techno POV:
The next day I got out of bed and quickly grabbed the bags containing our new costumes. While the overall look of them were the same there was now better padding and, for Tommy and Tubbo, a layer of Kevlar was added to their hoodies.

As it was only still 6 I had to go around knocking on their doors and waking them up, which earned me a few choice words. Eventually, though, everyone was up and we were to begin training.

Today phill insisted that we focused entirely on defence.

"If they can't protect themselves it doesn't matter how well they can fight. They'll be dead before they even get a punch in." He has ranted to me, evidently stressed despite how he tried to hide it.