Rawr
Tommy's pov:
So.. This is nice and all, but I need to leave... I walk over to Wilbur or siren, as I now know him by. "So big W, when can I leave? " I ask
" uhm... " he mutters with a sad look oh great I made him sad, I can't do anything right... Why am I such a screw up... He's gonna want me to leave now. Why can't I just do anything right? My train of thoughts was stopped by Wilbur's voice
"Why do you wanna leave so soon? " he muttered "uhm, I have to get back to my roommates... Plus I might miss my shift at my job.. "
His once sad look softens before lighting up "how much do you make? "
"How much are you getting paid? " angel of death asked
"Hehe.. Phil asked me that same question, why do you need know? "
"I just wanna know.. " he cried grabbing my shoulders. I flinch hard
"TOM" he screamed grabbing my shoulder "SNAP OUT OF IT! " tubbo cried "please.. " ranboo said his grip loosening... I look over the edge one last time before moving away
"Tommy? " Wilbur asked waving his hand in front of me. I shake my head "mmh, yeah? " I respond "how much do ya get paid! " he asked once again.
"I get paid 13£ an hour and I work a 16 hour shift. " his jaw dropped. "Tommy.. " he said with sympathy? No that was pity
God I hated pity.. "I don't need your pity, we're surviving.. " I muttered that last part. "Today was just a shorter day than usual, my boss says I need the break.. "
"But you didn't take a break, you went off to solve crime.. " Wilbur mutters... I frown remembering the fact that siren was Wilbur and I was red-coon.
"Tommy, why don't you work with us? "
Cliff hanger🥰
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Red-coon
FanfictionPast book title: Accidental death!? Tw: Death Swords Blood Drugs Axes Fighting Cussing Crying (?) What would happen when the vigilant red-coon is taken by the top three heros and made one himself? What happens when he has a same past that came bac...
