Tommys clinic for supervillains

Chapter 21

Tommy ended up sleeping through the rest of the day.

He woke up long after the sun had gone down, with his mouth feeling like the literal desert. The water glass on his nightstand was empty, and he groaned internally at the realization that he was going to have to get up to fill it.

Tubbo was dead to the world, snoring with his legs thrown over Tommy's, and his head resting on Ranboo's stomach. Tommy had no idea how he even got in such a strange position in his sleep, but it was Tubbo, there was usually a lot of unexplained stuff going on with him.

Thankfully for Tommy though, Tubbo wouldn't wake up even if Tommy smacked him in the face with a pillow (which was something he had tried before). So he was able to shove Tubbo's legs off of him without disturbing the boy's snores, and stumbled out of the bed and to his feet without much issue.

Well, except for the fact that he was fucking sore.

His entire body ached, which wasn't exactly surprising, but god it was a pain in the ass. His ribs screamed in protest with every step he took, so he ended up holding onto the wall as he slowly made his way down the stairs and towards the kitchen.

He crept down as silently as he could, listening just in case he heard footsteps either above or below him. It wasn't like he was afraid of running into Wilbur or anything. No way. Not at all. He just... would rather avoid that confrontation at the moment if he could.

The kitchen light was off, and the stove clock told Tommy it was nearly two am. Great. His sleep schedule was fucked up now. At least the kitchen was empty.

Grumbling under his breath about how this was going to make his shifts hell if he couldn't get his sleeping back on track, he set his cup down on the counter and opened the fridge to take out the water pitcher.

When he closed the fridge, he nearly screamed when he closed it to find Techno standing on the other side.

"Jesus christ!" Tommy yelped, clutching a hand to his chest. "Give mans a fucking heart attack, why don't you?"

"Oh, uh, sorry 'bout that," Techno apologized, taking a step back. "I thought you were Tubbo or Ranboo."

It was still weird for Tommy to remember that the Soot's knew Tubbo and Ranboo now. He hadn't actually seen any of them interact, but they'd been staying at the house since they all rescued Tommy. He wondered if they were all awkwardly formal with one another, or if they were actually becoming friends. He'd always thought that Ranboo and Techno especially would get along, and despite the shitfest that was his relationship with the Soot's right now, he couldn't help but hope there was some kind of friendship there.

"No, it's just me," Tommy replied, turning around to pour the water into his cup.

"I see that," Techno said flatly. God, he'd gotten used to Techno being less awkward around him over his past month staying at the house, so it was strange to see Techno be so unsure now. "Are you, um, feeling any better?"

"Still feel pretty shit if I'm being honest," Tommy said, taking a sip of the water and sighing in relief as the desert in his mouth washed away. "I'm super fucking sore."

"Yeah, that tends to happen when you break all your bones," Techno deadpanned.

Tommy let out a surprised laugh. "Y'know, that's a good point. My bones really did just kinda go snap crackle pop, now didn't they?"

Techno huffed, as if he was trying to hide a smile. "Don't say it like that, you'll give the old man a heart attack."

At the mention of Phil, Tommy's smile faded as he thought back to their conversation a little bit before he was kidnapped. How Phil mentioned thinking of him like a son, and Tommy thinking that even if he wasn't there yet, he could see Phil becoming a father figure to him.