You get a choice here, Tommy. Stay or leave... || Raccoon + Winged/hybrid Innit

The movie aftermath

-Nobodies pov-

Tommy, Tommy, had been a very chaotic child when he still had his mother.

He loved his mother.

His mother loved him.

But, on that fateful day, his mother was hit by a car. He grieved so hard. Often spending days skipping school or just crying in his room, hugging his mushroom for comfort.

His dad - sorry, father - wasn't as nice. Tommy's father wasn't the best, but he tried. At least until his mom died.

He'd burst into Tommy's room after drinking alcohol (he drank a lot) and would beat the living-ness out of him.

Tommy shudders while thinking about it.

But, it's better now.

He ran from his father, even after being injured slightly - if slightly means he could've probably bled out, that's slightly - and now he's with the Minecrafts.

They're so much kinder. If only he could stay.

Tommy would say he's doing better now. He feels happier. Is there something wrong with that?

There is. He has to leave eventually.

Even if he doesn't want to.

They wouldn't let him stay.

Tommy's head hurts.

"-my?"

Why does his head hurt?

"-OMMY?"

Ow... who is screaming in his face?

"Tommy! Wake up!"

Oh, that's... Techno! - he thinks so at least -

"Mmh.." He rustles, placing his wings over his face.

"Come on, Toms," Toms? That's new. He hasn't ever been called that. Tommy likes it, "You have to get up. You can't sleep on the couch."

"'Kay.. Kay, I'm up. Geez." Tommy sat up and rubbed his eyes.

"Aw man, did I miss the movie?"

"Mhmm, you fell asleep, not even halfway through it." Techno responds.

Tommy sighs. He wanted to see that movie. "Okay, fine. I'm going." He got really used to them. He's more chaotic again.

Well, he has to leave. He can't stay. He needs to shake off his newfound family senses. He's completely ignored any avian senses he has for years.

The only thing he hears when actually listening is Friend, Flock, Nice. Then it just loops. It was annoying, and Tommy found out how to tune it out.

Tommy stood up, smiling at them mischievously before tumbling off to the guest room, where he had been given permission to sleep in.

He had been thinking about stealing items for his bed.

He plops on his bed, careful of his hip where he was injured, and instantly curls up and drifts back off into a peaceful sleep.

Tommy has no dreams or nightmares that night. He feels like something is missing - Flock -, but he should be fine. Oh, well.

Until tomorrow,

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I know I said this would be a movie chapter, but I couldn't help myself.

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    = not said, btw, if you were wondering.

I wrote this late at night. Sorry, plus, this is still on notes. Due to wattpad, I don't want to break it again.

I hope you don't mind the breaks in between these chapters, I've been busy and haven't found time to make this.

Have a good day/night/evening, tho.

Word count: 506 :D