Tommy made it safe and sound out from the rooftops and looked around.
Everything was going so perfect today, gosh, this was wonderful, nothing bad can happen with plot armor, am I right?
He sighed and climbed down a fire ladder into an alleyway, petting a stray cat along the way before heading out into the night streets. A lot of time had passed since his little escapade into the night. A lot of time being about 3 hours.
Maybe he should try going back to Tubbo and Ranboo, although it felt wrong, sleeping outside again was a right bitch and the benches in the city were hard as fuck.
Which left him two missions to complete.
1. Find Clementine and bring her back to him, at one point she must have gotten lost from his bag or jumped out to save herself (traitor move).
2. Go to a zoo and sleep there.
His first mission was fairly easy, I mean, all he had to do was yell and cry for Clementine until she pitied him enough and came back to him.
Well, time to scream.
"ClementINe", no, that was not a voice crack in the middle of his words. Tommy, after all, is very good at words. So voice cracks simply don't effect him as he is the biggest of all big men.
"CLEMENTINE!", he screamed even LOUDER and MORE LOUDER THAN LOUDER than before. His voice echoed around the road, sound bouncing off the high rise buildings. He was probably in district 3 if he had to guess.
From far away, in the deepest corners of an alleyway there was screeching. Oh wow, what wonderful screeching, such wonderful screeching that it was CLEMENTINES screeching.
"I FOUND YOU!", he yelled again and ran towards the alleyway, it was dark and only the sparkly shimmers of the moonlight shone his way. Note to Tommy-self, bring a flashlight and don't loose your phone next time you're travelling through the city.
In the alley was more screeching to be heard, is was harsh and fierce and pierced his eardrums. Quite the screech if I do say so myself.
Tommy finally ran into the alleyway, looking around until he spotted a box where the screeching was coming from.
As he neared the box, his fluffy raccoon tail poofed up a little, Clementines screech was loud, but not THAT loud.
Carefully, he peaked over and into the box, inside there was, low and behold, a big, fat...a huge, humongous...what was that?
Inside was a big, walkie talkie, it was bigger than the biggest he'd ever seen...okay, maybe not, it was the size of a phone.
"All this pollution just for a walkie-talkie?"
He picked up the walkie talkie and yelled into it, "You should shut up you alright scum bag of shit! Yelling like some feral animal! Fuckin' wrongun."
On the other side there was silence and then, through the walkie talkie could be heard the sound of whirring, like a machine was being turned on.
"...hello?", he asked into the walkie-talkie again, "you should answer when somebody talks to you, no offense, but did your mother teach you any manners as a little child?"
Suddenly, the whirring stopped and he could hear footsteps, then, somebody spoke into the walkie talkie. "Hello?", the guy was American.
"Oh right, I knew it would be an American who would leave a screaming walkie-talkie out in a box.", Tommy scolded the guy on the other line, and then, after another minute of silence, the guy answered again.
"Oh...I'm sorry, would you mind returning the walkie-talkie to the box again? It was left there for a friend of mine to find."
"uhhh...how about...no!", Tommy smirked with a hint of evil in his voice.
The guy was silent on the other line for a second, and then, "Please."
"No, it's still a no, until I hear that screech again that was playing a second ago."
"Uhm...alright.", he answered to Tommy's request and a flick could be heard, before angry chattering and then another screech.
Tommy was sure now, that it was Clementine, no other animal sounded like that. "THAT'S MY PET!"
"Huh? You mean the Orange messed up looking raccoon I found running around frantically with a bandana around it's neck?", how dare he call Clementine a raccoon!
"Raccoon?! Oh no no no, Clementine is a proud standing red panda-", he was cut off by the guy.
"Panda? No no, this little animal is for sure a raccoon."
"No she is not! And why do you have her?", Tommy was furious, how dare somebody take his beloved little ball of sunshine and simply keep her from him?!
"Uhm...yeah, so...no, she's the only animal available for testing that isn't rabies infected...although...wait she might be, but that hasn't violently bitten off my head yet.", and then, the unknown man hung up.
Oh no, scratch the two plans.
New plan 1. Find the man and bring him to justice, plus, save Clementine from his evil clutches, whoever it may be.
New plan 2. Have a welcome back into my arms my little ball of joy and then let's sleep in a zoo.
Plot armor better protect him for this mission, because if it doesn't...he'll still survive, who am I kidding, we all love Tommy.
Hopefully plot armor does the same for Clementine too...
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Uhm, yeah, okay I know it's been like 20 days, but...I've got no excuse again. I was very wrapped up in making friends and talking to like a really nice guy he's just a year older than me which makes it awkward a little, cause like, he's smarter than me, but it doesn't matterrrrr...anyways, he's also southern so that's like another 20+ points and he's got fluffy hair and like reaalllyyy white teeth and like idk how to describe him but he's really nice too. :D
Bye bye my little biscuits~
-Positive (Po)
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TommyInnit's somewhat deadly tea bags
FanfictionTommyInnit, also known as Racoon, is your average vigilante. With a (very) low bank account he helps out selling tea and backed goods in the day, but at night has a way more dangerous job. While juggling tea bag selling, vigilante work AND surviving...
