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Well, this wasn’t how he wanted to start his day. Currently, Tommyinnit is running for his life from the Syndicate. You may wonder, how the hell did he end up here? Well to answer your question. HOW THE FUCK IS HE SUPPOSED TO KNOW? One minute he was chilling on a rooftop eating McDonald's and then the next second he’s chased down.
He jumps from building to building, ducking, and does sharp turns. He comes to a dead end. “Shit,” Tommy mutters underneath his breath. He frantically looks around for an escape.
“Game over, Ring,” The Blade said to Tommy, “There is nowhere to go.”
Tommy grumbled. The Blade was right, he had nowhere to go. He knew Zephyrus and Orpheus were gonna be right behind him soon. Tommy had no plans in showing them his power. He would be snuffed out, cycled through, and tossed. He could always jump…he might break a leg though but….how bad could a broken leg be? Ranboo wasn’t going to be here until 5 minutes or so.
Tommy looked down at his legs, oh he was so gonna miss walking. He looked up at The Blade, noticing that Zephyrus and Orpheus had finally shown up. Now he has no options. He sighed, “Well boys! Nice knowing yall but, I can’t be caught. Sayonara!” Tommy saluted and jumped off the side of the roof, “This is gonna hurt like a bitch,” Tommy grumbled.
When he neared the ground he bent his knees and tumbled. He was silently begging to not injure himself by jumping. To his luck, he didn’t hear his legs snap but he probably fractured one of them.
He sighed. He couldn’t just stop now, no doubt that the heroes would cease their chase. Imagine the fucking government gets so corrupted to the point saving or helping people is illegal. Pathetic. Now he just has to sit and wait for Ranboo to show up.
Prime if that boy forgot about him… Tommy would make sure he would never hear the end of it. Tommy crawled into an alley by the dumpster. He tried to blend into the shadows as he could hear the heroes talk. He wanted to scream. His leg was bursting with pain now that the adrenaline ran out of his system.
The voices faded and he saw purple particles, “About time,” Tommy hissed in a whisper.
“I tried my best to hurry, Tommy,” Ranboo replied in a low tone.
Tommy just scoffed, “Let’s get home. I’m hurt if you can't tell boob boy.”
“Why am I not surprised?”
Ranboo picked him up while struggling. He then closed his eyes and teleported back home.
“Thank prime,” Tommy sighed, queasy from the ride.
That's when Tubbo ran up to Tommy and lectured him, “Why the hell did you think it was a good idea to fucking JUMP OFF A BUILDING?!” Tubbo was screeching, “You could have died! You didn’t even break your fall!”
Tommy tuned out Tubbo’s rant. This isn’t the first time he heard it. When Tubbo finished he went to wrap Tommy’s leg in a splint. Tubbo was muttering curses as he wrapped his leg.
“You’re still going to work Tommy.”
Tommy groaned, “But I am injured Tubs!”
“Next time don’t jump off a fucking building.”
Tubbo got up and walked into the bedroom. Tommy sighed and limped to the restroom after a few minutes. He couldn’t go to sleep caked in sewer water. He groaned when he turned on the shower. There was never fucking warm water. Why the fuck was it always cold? Guess that's what he deserves for choosing a shitty apartment. He stripped and got in the shower, being careful of the splint, making sure not to get it wet.
It took him 15 minutes to shower with the damn splint. That was indescribable how horrible that was. He yawned and got dressed. Once he finished, he did his night routine, brushing his teeth, changing his clothes-you know, the average night routine.
At this point, it was around 3 in the morning and he was dead ass tired. He wanted nothing more than to curl up into his bed and fall asleep. Oh, wait, it's his turn for the couch. How could he forget? He groaned and threw himself on the couch and after a few minutes he passed out.
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Tommy woke up to the alarm clock blaring and a note taped to his hand.
Tommy, in the kitchen there are crutches. I went out and got you some. I hope they help.
-Ranboo
Tommy smiled. That’s something good today. He got up and limped to the kitchen. Lo and behold, there were two crutches. He tested them out and when he deemed himself a god at them, he went to the fridge for food. They only had meat…of course just his luck.
He sighs. It’ll have to do… or he could just go hungry. Hungry it is then! No point in wasting food if it’s just going to come back out anyways. Tommy grabbed his phone off the counter along with his apartment keys and set out to his job.
Once he arrived at Mcdonald's he got his apron on and checked in. His boss came and asked him a few questions about his leg and the splint but he shrugged it off as he fell down his apartment stairs. It seemed like a normal day as always but who was he kidding, he’s Tommy Fucking Innit. A calm day is never a thing.
Tommy was staring off into space when someone screamed at him. He looked up and realized he was being robbed.
He rolled his eyes, “How low of life do you have to have to be robbing a Mcdonald's. Out of all places a fucking Mcdonald's. Honestly go fuck yourself and go get a fuckin’ life.”
The robber looked at him in shock, “Damn… Just give me the money, child.”
That was the last straw. Nobody and he means NOBODY calls him a child. He disarmed the man with a grab of the barrel of the gun and pushed his hand the opposite way. The man let go of the gun and Tommy hit him in the temple the gun.
“Go get a fucking life.” Tommy groaned.
After he called the police he went home, he didn’t bother about his other jobs because frankly, he didn’t give a flying fuck. His leg hurt and he wanted to sleep. So that’s what he did. He went home and crashed on the bed after he changed.