if Tommy joined Quackity permanently.

The gold-and-black walls blurred together through exhaustion. Chandeliers glittered overhead. Slot machines chimed in the distance. A few citizens glanced up nervously before immediately looking away again.
Tommy probably looked insane.
His hair was soaked with melted snow. His hands trembled violently. There was dried blood on one sleeve from where he'd scraped his arm against stone.
He made it about three more steps before someone shouted-
"Tommy?!"
Quackity appeared from a hallway, stopping so abruptly he nearly dropped the stack of papers in his hands.
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or that fic where tommy gets fed up with the rest of sbi and goes to quackity (I will update this as much as possible)
6/4/2026 1st place in fundy