Chapter 9 : bonus

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i'm so high right now helo meme plesdr i want fabta
edit : pls ignore this chapter

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"You can't just call me Tomathy! Someone already calls me that, and you aren't allowed to!" Tommy exclaims, glaring at Fanta as the two exit the animal shelter.

Fanta snort laughed. "That nickname is reserved?" He asks, giggling.

Tommy narrowed her eyes. "Yeah. So?"

"Nothing. I just found that funny." Fanta smiled.

Please shut the fuck up. Don't look hot.

Suddenly they meet a drugger

"Hello"

"WHAT THE FUCK oh hi Ren!" Tommy exclaims, waving.

"Hiya! Want more drugs?"

Tommy feels like she could cry tears of happiness.

"YES PLEASE!"

"Wait, NO??" Fanta exclaims, looking concerned.

It was too late.

"I am going to kill myself." Fanta murmurs.


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A couple of minutes later

"Tommy, please.."

"IM GONNA CRY I CANT BURP"

Tommy was in the worst pain ever.

This is worse than hanging out with Fanta.

"Fanta. I'm gonna cry." Tommy sobs.

"WHAT THE FUCK?? TOMMY.. NOT AGAIN. YOURE HIGH."

"no i'm ground"

Fanta wants to kill himself.

"I'm going home." Tommy sniffs, stumbling on her way back home.

"I'm gonna cry." Fanta whispers to himself.

Grow up Fanta.

Not even five minutes later, fucking Nepo Baby by Fox SZN was playing, and it could be heard throughout the entire neighborhood.

Oh no.

"THEY HATE ME CAUSE MY DADYS RICH AND IM LIKE, GODDAMN! LEAVE ME ALOONEE!"

"TOMMY WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING???" Fanta yells, looking worried.

Tommy's kitchen is on fire.

This is fine.

"My tummy hurts." Tommy says.

Tummy hurt is not fine.

"WHY IS THERE A. TOWEL IN THE MICROWAVE?"

Fanta wishes he was the towel.

"I was feeling cold."

"ITS A MICROWAVE THOUGH?? HOLY SHIT. ITS ON FUCKING FIRE YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!??"

Fanta wonders how Rain deals with this.

"TOMMY, STOP PLAYING NEPO BABY-"

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Tommy is currently laying down in her front yard. Her stomach grumbles.

"I can't burp. My tummy hurts."

Fanta prays Tommy somehow kills him.

"Tommy." Fanta calls.

"What."

"Kill me. Please."

"No I'll get my hands dirty."

"Your house is burnt, and your clothes look like someone spilled their grandma's ashes on you. Please kill me."

"No. Fuck you, leprechaun."

"What the fuck"

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my tummy hurts

25/05/2024

i dont remember writing this chapter

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