TommyInnit's somewhat deadly tea bags

Suck it up buddy

Three days passed. 

They were long days of Tommy just sleeping on wet benches and barely being alive, he barely ate and drank from public water fountains. 

Maybe it was fate that he was all alone, God knows what it was, but it sure as hell wasn't the doing of anybody called Positive. 

Now, he was sitting on a soaked bench in the park, sky rise buildings surrounded him and he didn't care. Everything was useless. 

Clementine was gone.

She was under a tree.

Tubbo and Ranboo were gone. 

Even if he found the two annoying and simple minded, he still loved them.

But would they welcome him back? Would they take him in their arms and squeeze him and forgive him?

Perhaps that wasn't even the question he wanted to ask.

Perhaps he wasn't wondering if they would welcome him back into their arms.

But perhaps he was really wondering if he could crawl back to them.

Perhaps his real question was whether or not he could welcome them back into his heart.

"Fuck this.", he mumbled and got up from the wet bench, getting some weird glances from various people at the park. He looked like an absolute mess after all. Oily hair that was way too messy, dirty clothes and blood on his pants. And Tommy probably smelt like shit too. 

He flipped off some people who took a photo of him and stuck his tongue out at one man in red and orange who looked at him extra strangely.

"Good prime...what am I going to do now?", Tommy asked himself, his raggy backpack had lost one of it's straps. So he had to let it drape awkwardly to the side when he carried it with one shoulder.

And then, he finally decided what he was going to do.

Rob a store to get money

or

go to his...previous friends begging for forgiveness.

Although the robbing a store part sounded fun, the police were already on his ass, and he didn't need more of that. Plus, he didn't know how a cash-register worked. Which made stealing from it near impossible.

This left the last option to be the most practical for Tommy.

He groaned, huffing and walking towards the old building where his...previous friends lived.

The streets were quiet, it seemed as if the whole world was mourning the loss of Clementine.

He finally reached the old apartment complex and walked in, the reception was empty, and he just got into the still dented elevator. It rumbled alive when he clicked on the floor he wanted to go to. 

It was strange, he thought he would be glad to be back to the apartment. But he was dreading every step.

Nothing here in this apartment complex made him happy, the rude neighbors, crying babies and paper-thin walls. He usually enjoyed the familiarity of the place; he usually would count the gunshots in his neighbor's door. (It was 8, if anybody was wondering)

There he was, in front of the door to the apartment.

Tommy bit his lip and knocked. 

Silence....

Silence...

Silence...

BAM! 

"Just a second!", Tubbo could be head from inside the apartment, thudding from him racing to the door and then.