Tommy stared at the ground before him. He was sick of this. It was his fucking birthday! He was never religious or whatever but he was about to beat the shit out of whatever god did this to him. he stood at the curbside of a police station; his worn down backpack resting over his shoulder as he waited for Puffy to arrive, because he, (yet again) let things go to shit. Or Tommy's a sad bitch and Phil adopts him *This is based off of characters not their content creators*

at this point again doesn't look like a word AHAHaha Cover art : dessa on twitter What if Tommy was revived endlessly, again and again and again until he was finally freed from the prison, only to find that his previously blood-stained hair was now a pure, silky white? Angst and fluff ensues, and this fic would be a joyride of emotions.

"Tommy found himself in a small room, gasping for air, as his fingers fumbled against the walls, desperately searching for a way out." TommyInnit is a 14 year old boy, going to highschool. His life seems pretty much normal, until he starts having dreams. If that's what they are. ---------- Loosely based on weird dreams I have myself :)