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Tommy Innit was your average teenage boy, living in a shitty home with a horrible father and hating every moment of his life.
He woke up bright and early on a Wednesday morning, shutting off his alarm and getting out of his cozy oversized bed.
He padded over to the mirror above his dresser and caught a glimpse of himself in the reflection. He had deep purple bags sitting below his ocean blue orbs.
The boy hadn’t had the best sleep, his fathers drunken yelling keeping him up late into the night.
He sighed knowing he needed to get ready for another day of school, a place where he had absolutely no friends, But that was okay with him; he wasn’t like all the other teens his age anyway.
Pulling his shoulder length blond curls up into a messy bun he turned to the three posters that sat above his bed.
One was Technoblade, a streamer with bubblegum pink hair and glowing red orbs.
Another was the infamous Philza Minecraft, the inventor of Minecraft itself, he had longer golden hair and eyes that same shade as Tommy’s. He always hoped he was his lost son, resembling the man In so many ways
Finally there was his favourite of the three, Wilbur Soot. A singer and streamer known for his siren like voice and charm. He had a mop of curls sat just under a maroon beanie, his orbs were a deep chocolate colour making him seem welcoming.
The three of them made up one of the biggest internet groups of all time, they were known as ‘The Sleepy Bois’.
With another heartfelt sigh he exited his room, only the moment he opened the door he was greeted by his father.
Tommy could already smell the alcohol on his breath from his night out drinking.
He didn’t have time to react before his father pushed him to the floor.
“I’ve had it with your ungrateful ass, all you do is sleep in and eat all my food and lie!” He yelled, hot breath wafting over Tommy’s frame. “So today I decided to change that!”
Tommy was confused, not understanding what his father meant by that. Only before he could ask he was dragged down the hall by his golden curls.
His father then launched him down the hardwood stairs, the boys body slamming into the wall at the bottom and making him cry out in pain.
“I owe money to the wrong people and they’ve come to collect my debt.” His father screamed, marching down the steps after him.
“But I thought you spent the rest of the money on booze last night?” Tommy cried.
“I did you stupid bitch!” His dad yelled
“Well how are we gonna pay these bills!” He said, he didn’t know who his father owed money too but he knew it wasn’t anyone good.
“That’s why I came to get you!” His dad replied, an evil smirk on his face.
“Wha?”
“I’m selling you off to them to pay off all my debt.”
Tommy world spun, not believing what he was hearing.
No way had his father actually sold him off to a couple of dangerous strangers! I mean he was a piece of shit but he wouldn’t go that far, would he?
His question was answered by the sound of the front door opening, the footsteps of three strangers marching into his rundown home.
“That’s them now boy, at-least you’ll do me one last favour before you’re out of my life for good!”
“No!” Tommy cried. “please papa, you can’t!”
His father scoffed, looking down at him like he was trash.
“The decisions already been made trash. Now come over here and meet your new family.”
Tommy couldn’t fight as he was dragged towards the door, finally catching sight of the people who had bought him.
His sky blue orbs grew wide at the sight before him, because it wasn’t some random mafia boss or super villain. No, standing in Tommy’s very own dirt filled living were the sleepy bois.
Tommy favourite streamers off all time.
Phil was watching him with a warm smile, and Technoblade’s calculating gaze met his own.
Finally the last person in the living room was his very own hero, Wilbur Soot. His deep hazel orbs met Tommy’s lighting blue ones, staring deep into his soul.
“Ello mate! We’re gonna be your new family.” Wilbur soot said.