You're My Chase

Chapter Twenty-One

Tommy 3rd Person POV:

"Are you sure you're all right?" Philza stressed, lingering at the door. His normally cheery green eyes were full of worry, never straying from their lost-and-found son.

Tommy sighed and rolled his eyes again, sinking into his bed. It felt so nice to finally be in something comfy, rather than a hard, cold floor of the library like the past couple of days had been, and he pushed his fingers through it, still hardly believing that he was finally free. "Yeah, dad, I'm fine! I promise, I'm a hundred times better now that I'm found, okay?" He smiled, and pulled the blanket further around him.

Philza nodded, looking down. "I know," he said, gripping the door handle tight. "I'm just still concerned, you know? Not having you near really awakens a parent's realization that time isn't forever." He tried to smile, but it came out strained.

He nodded slowly. "I guess so. But, really, you don't have to worry so much. I won't disappear off the face of the earth forever, okay?"

"You better not," he chuckled, relaxing his grip. "All right, then. Sleep well, my son."

The door shut and the soft padding of his father's feet melted away, leaving Tommy to rest in his room. He gave a soft sigh and shut his eyes.

It had been really nice to see his brothers again. As the time had ticked on in the library, keeping them hostage, he had actually been worried that he would never see them again. The hard-cut face of Techno; the worn face of Wilbur; the smooth face of Fundy; and the wrinkled lines of his smiling father. They had haunted him in his dreams, and at the time it had felt like a taunt. There, but just out of reach.

Now, though, they were probably meant as a blessing. A promise that he shouldn't forget them, that he would see them soon enough again. Eventually, his family would pack all of their things and leave again, moving on to the next adventure in their life and leaving Tommy with his.

As soon as he had stepped into the house, all of his brothers had been on top of him, hugging his close and berating him to never get lost again. Even Fundy, the normally egoistic child, had come up to him and hugged him close, shaking from his past fear of losing 'uncle Tommy' forever.

Well, time did go on, he supposed. And with time came changes, whether good or bad.

Suddenly, something across from his bed moved, shifting the bed. Before he had a chance to open his mouth and demand to know who was there, his face was stuffed with a pillow that he practically ate and he heard a voice say, "Chillax, it's me, Purpled. Don't you dare scream."

Gasping, he shoved the pillow away, looking around the room with wide eyes. "What the heck, man?!" he whisper shouted, his blood cold and a sweat breaking across his face from his fear. "What the freaking heck are you doing here?!"

He tsked. "Searching for answers like a normal human."

With a grunt, Tommy pushed himself to sit up. "That's where you're wrong," he remarked dryly. "No regular human would sneak into a pitch black room, stuff a pillow into somebody's face, and expect them not to freak out."

He could practically hear Purpled rolling his eyes. "Well then, it sucks to suck."

In the dim lighting from his closed drapes he could make out a darker shadow next to him, half on it since Tommy's bed was pushed against a wall and he liked to sleep by the wall. In order to reach him, Purpled would have had to climb over partially. "What do you want?" Then, he grinned. "I mean, this is kinda early, at least take me out to dinn—"

"Shut up!" Purpled hissed, punching his face lightly. "You freaking idiot, I'm not here for that! Get some brain cells together, will ya? I. Don't. Like. You," he finished, prodding Tommy with every sentence he spoke.