Tommyinnit Oneshots (With SBI) (Book 2)

A Chance to be Something More (Tommy)(4/?)

Tommy POV

Silence echoed throughout the halls of their home. Tommy still had yet to fall asleep, resorting him to tossing and turning for what seemed like hours. Most of it came from the guilt he felt and the need to make sure Tubbo was okay. The more he tossed and turned, the more irritated he became.

Eventually, he couldn't take it anymore. He needed a breath of fresh air, or even just a glass of water. Slipping out of his cocoon of blankets, he made his way to the kitchen. It was small, filled with things they had found throughout the years. None of their plates or pots and pans matched, not that any of them minded. Tommy actually quite liked it. It felt like home to him.

Selecting his favorite cup, a red mug with the handle broken off, he grabbed a bottle of water off the counter. He poured it in before sipping it slowly. The water calmed him a bit, but it wash the drowning feeling away. He couldn't help but glance down the hall towards his brothers' room. Would they ever give him another chance?

"Quiet! We don't want them to hear us!" a hiss made his heart pound. Silently putting his mug down, he tiptoed towards the noise. His eyes traced back towards the entrance. Instead of the emptiness he was hoping for, he saw movement. Someone was searching the bookshelf, looking for the key.

How? He thought as his heart began to beat twice as fast. How did they find us? He brushed the question off, knowing he didn't have much time. He raced towards their rooms, barging into Phil's room first. 

The man jumped out of his skin at the noise, sitting up in bed. "Tommy? What's wrong?"

"They've found us."

Those three words were enough for Phil to leap out of bed. Pulling on his shoes and his cape, he ordered, "Get Tubbo and grab everything you need. I'll get Wilbur and Techno. We need to get out of here."

For once in his life, Tommy didn't need to be told twice. Turning on his heel, he rushed back to his room. Poor Tubbo nearly jumped out of his skin as the door was thrown open. Wiping the exhaustion out of his eyes, he begged, "Can't you let me sleep for once?"

"Get up Tubs! We have to go!" Tommy immediately began rounding up everything he treasured. Things like his favorite comic, Tubbo's latest drawing, to name a few. He only wished he could carry more. Tubbo did the same, trying his best not to ask the questions he so desperately wanted answers to. 

They only had minutes before the bookshelf would be thrown open out of impatience. Throwing his bag over his shoulder, Tommy turned to his brother. Tubbo was running around the room, trying to take everything he could. Problem was, he treasured too many things. 

"We have to go, Tubbo. Now."

Two heart broken eyes looked up at him. "We're never coming back, are we?"

Tommy swallowed, wanting nothing more than to lie to him. To say they would return some day. To ignore what he assumed would happen to their home. Smiling slightly, he could only wish, "I hope so, Tubs."

"Come on boys! We need to leave! NOW!" Phil's shout pushed the two boys into motion. The duo raced into the hallway where the other three were grabbing things. Everyone was reaching the same problem. There was too much history, too many memories to bring with them. The only thing they could ensure was their own lives. The cracking of the bookcase urged the family forward. 

They were out of time.

Phil pushed the four of them towards the hallway, where an emergency exit had been planned out. Being outlaws, they had known this day would eventually come. They could only hope their enemy hadn't seen the second exit.

Climbing up the creaky ladder, Techno slowly lifted the old floorboard. It was hidden into the floor above, allowing them to sneak into the warehouse unnoticed. Holding back a sneeze from  the surrounding dust, Techno pushed the wood upward. He climbed out before beginning to help the other four up.

As soon as they were out, they began to silently navigate through the rotting warehouse. Shouts traced back to below them. 

"FIND THEM!"

The clock was ticking.

Rushing through the empty walls, they finally saw the night sky. Tommy paused, breathing in the fresh air. But Phil urged him forward, "We have to keep running."

The group continued into the night, tracing back through the alleys. Tommy followed behind the others, having a difficult time catching his breath. Running through another alley, he finally came to a stop. Bending over, he tried not to throw up.

The four skidded to a halt in front of him.

"You alright Toms?" Wilbur approached him.

"Just-" he took a deep breath, "-need to catch my breath."

"And you thought you were ready to join the team," Techno muttered, turning back towards the road ahead of them.

Wilbur rolled his eyes, already rehearsing his words of comfort. "Don't worry about him-" the brunette froze, his eyes falling on Tommy's cape. "What's that on your cape?"

Tommy looked down, his heart never slowing down. "What are you-" His fingers grasped his cape. His eyes widened as he spotted what Wilbur was referring to. A small button-looking device stuck to his cape, the size of quarter. It was black, blending perfectly in with the rest of his cape.

Before Tommy could even thing about what it could be, Techno had snatched off of his cape in a huff. Dropping it to the ground, he smashed it under his foot. 

"What was-"

"A tracking beacon," Techno glared. "We need to get out of here. NOW."

Tommy cursed, feeling that guilt weigh even more. How could he have been so stupid? How could he have missed it?

But Phil dragged him back into reality. "We need to split up. Tubbo goes with Techno. Tommy goes with Wilbur."

"And you?" Wilbur questioned, moving closer to the younger blonde.

"I'm going to distract them. Hopefully I can give you more time to disappear," Phil was already walking towards the coming footsteps. "We'll meet at the usual spot." Turning back to his sons, he paused, "Look after each other."

Breaking into a run, his gun was already in hand.

"I'm so sor-" Tommy began, but Wilbur cut him off.

"Save it," he grabbed the boy's hand, rushing towards the growing buildings. "No time for feelings. What's done is done. Lets just focus on surviving the night."

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