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Tommy was sitting still. Looking at the clock.
He doesn’t know why he was. Ok that was a lie he knew why. It was nearly time for him to go. Where you may ask? To his secret hide Out of course!. By secret hide out he means an old beaten down warehouse with a mini treehouse next to it. In a forest that's a 2 hour walk form the school, Yet no-one questioned him about why he was out so late.
‘9 more minutes till home’ he thought.’They won’t be back till early in the morning. Phil said- more like shouted, That they’d be out for a while. Meaning early morning while’. Tommy added.
The class room was loud, a few shouting, Others Vaping trying to hide the fact they were, failing as always. Everything was so loud. Normally Tommy liked the loud, and chaotic feel of the classroom. Turns out today wasn’t the day.
Tommy swore he could see someone out the window, One of the teachers smoking with one of the kids next door to his classroom. Tommy knew he couldn’t do anything, he just watched from afar. Tommy was starting to miss the warehouse now…
Everything was loud, Everything was just too loud. The cherry smelt vape consumed the classroom. Making him feel weird?. Tommy wanted his home. His warehouse, hideout thing.
To lay in the little nest he made in the corner of the warehouse. Same with the tree house.
Asleep, and nothing there to bother him. Just the small birds chirping. The gentle wind. And the nearby creek waters. Everything he missed. longing for a long nap under the starlights.
A bell rang through the halls and awoke the boy from his thoughts. Being replaced with rustling and a light pitter patter of rain, on the rooftops. ‘Shit- it's raining’. Tommy quickly grabbed his bag, and hopped up from his chair.
Leaving the classroom faster than the wind itself.
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THE BEST ONES. GroupChat.
Dadzer : @Gremlin child Tommy Where r u? M8.
Dadzer : R u at your friends house again???.
GREMLIN child : I’m having a sleepover with my friends for the weekends.
Dadzer : K thought u wanted to go to the Hero tower this month. Next month aye?.
GREMLIN child : K.
Last Texted 1 month ago -
Tommy was scrolling through old texts of his… Dad?. They hadn’t texted for a month. It was kinda weird.
Tommy felt bad. For lying to his Dad. But not as bad as he wants to feel.
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Finally home sweet home, I swear I was gonna pass out sooner or later.
Tommy stretched his arms up in the air. Dropping his bag to the floor as well.
Now what was the plan for today?. Tommy thought about what he planned out this week?.
Tommy hadn’t gone out in a while.. At least not as Nyxs. The warehouse was his Hideout, for Nyx. But also his Home other than where his Dad and brothers were. Was it his home?Tommy needed to stop thinking now.
The warehouse on the other hand was massive. He had FOUND it HIMself. And GOT ALL the STUFF for his warehouse.
At the far back was a training area. 2 training dummies. A large mat underneath them. A few dumbbells. And a target practice area. (JUST paper drawn on red circles actually).
A little farther back was the kitchen and lounge. A full sized fridge with a mini one next to it. Wooden plank shelves to hold the food made by the one and only. And a washing machine next to it. (He hangs his clothes on the line he made between the treehouse and the warehouse if you're wondering).
A small leather couch next to the kitchen facing the wall. Where a Tv stand and a mini Tv lay upon. That was about it really. Other than his sleeping area there's nothing much to tell. The place was too massive.
And his sleeping area was just a Nest made of pillows and blankets. And mattress underneath the chaos of the nest.
It was kinda boring. Talking about how all this stuff was stolen ( You didn’t know?)
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He couldn't give up now.. He just couldn’t.
The Blade had really done a number on them… Purpled ankle was broken. Ranboo had a massive slash across his chest. And half of tubbos ' faces was burnt to a crisp.
He had lost track of time, and everything was starting to fade to black.
He didn’t know where he was. Maybe a forest at this point. The leaves and sticks would crack under his foot. How did they get here?. Everything was just…. NO!
He couldn’t give up. Not now at least. He had to get them to base. Fix there injuries. Make sure they're okay.
He remembers fireworks. Then explosions. Blood…
So much blood. It was everywhere.
Then he couldn’t hear. Then couldn't hear through one of his ears.
It all happened so fast. He didn’t think he would live to tell the tale. But here he is stumbling in a forest.. Who knows how long. Dragging his friends [Family] with him.
He just wanted to lay down with his son. His Boyfriend. And his family. Make sure they are okay. Happy… Not this. Michael was hanging on to his side. He could feel the wet spots from when he was crying.
.
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He stopped. Why’d he stop?. What was wrong.
The black spots of his vision finally took him. To his death? To his dreams?. He didn’t know. Everything just stopped and now he was falling. Face first into the ground.
He tried. And failed didn’t he?. He failed. He always did..
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A pair of eyes had been watching him. From afar. Looking at him with more worry than anyone should.
Eyes glowing in the dark night. Watching. Planning. Something.. In those eyes.
Nyx.
Was watching them.
They hoped it wasn’t too late for them. But by the looks of it he might have to steal from a hospital.