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If you told freshman Tommy that he’d end up in the drama club, he would’ve laughed in your face. Yet there he was, signing up for the play because his older brother, Wilbur, convinced him to do so.
The drama teacher was Mr. Halo, a nine-feet tall demon with a hatred for all kinds of swear words, Tommy enjoyed pissing him off; it was his favorite hobby whenever he had Mr. Halo as a substitute teacher.
So, not even a week later, he found himself running towards the class where the drama club took place.
Tommy was undeniably late.
Once he was outside the part of the institute that directly connected the outside world to the classroom Tommy had only one thought: get inside from the window.
He slowly creeped towards it, getting it slowly open before pushing himself up the edge and rolling inside with very little elegance.
“Oh!” exclaimed Mr. Halo, seemingly unsurprised by Tommy’s doings. “I was wondering when you were going to join us…”
“I’m sorry, professor, I just had a small inconvenience-” He tried excusing himself, nodding awkwardly before picking up his stuff on the ground and taking a seat near Wilbur, who was already there, chatting with a fox hybrid, but Tommy didn’t bother on listening to their conversation.
“Okay, class!” Mr. Halo suddenly said, clapping his hands. “How about we do a little roll call? There are new students attending this year.” He looked at Tommy, who just gave him an awkward half-smile.
Once they heard that, three kids, one of them being the fox Wilbur was talking to earlier, slowly crept up from their chairs, and the Demon Teacher shook his head.
“Even the management kids. Sit back down, muffins.” He said and the three groaned, falling back on the chairs. “Now, taking turns, say your name.” Mr. Halo, then explained. “Starting by… you!” He pointed at a kid, who said their name. Dream.
They wore a mask and a green sweater, and on their head were two ram horns similar to Tommy’s best friend’s. This person was overly confident, probably thinking of themselves as the best person in the room.
Tommy decided he didn’t quite like them.
All the other kids introduced themselves, saying their pronouns and their best traits in musical theatre. Some were better at dancing, some at singing, some at acting, Tommy did not know how to do any of that stuff.
After all, he had only joined because his older brother insisted he’d join a club this year and this seemed like the easiest route.
In the end, he introduced himself, smiling awkwardly as he explained why he joined the club, leaving out the real reason why he agreed on becoming a “Theatre Kid”
Once all of the members took turns acquainting themselves, Mr. Halo, smiling brightly, walked in front of all of the chairs, in the middle of the round shape they were positioned in.
“Now that we have that out of the way, I am extremely proud to announce that this year we are going to perform A Midsummer’s Night Dream”
At that, one of the students, the EnderMan hybrid whom introduced themselves as Ranboo, shyly raised their hand, and the demon pointed at them.
“Mx. Beloved, yes, what is it?”
“We aren’t performing a musical, then?” They asked, and Tommy felt his blood run cold, he was shit at singing.
“No, Mx. Beloved, this year we are on a budget and cannot afford a Musical Script.” The teacher answered and the blonde boy thanked Prime and everything holy.
Then Mr. Halo told everyone to get on their feet, and the management kids, whose names were Eret, Fundy and Purpled, started moving their chairs in another part of the room, chatting as the professor distributed pieces of paper to the others, before looking directly at Tommy.
“This is called a Table reading; everyone reads some lines so that I can decide which parts are the most appropriate, considering acting skills and screen time of the characters.”
The rest of the club time went smoothly, and soon enough, Tommy found himself outside of the school waiting for his best friend, Tubbo Underscore, to finish his own club activities – he was, apparently, in the Science Olympiads, Tommy will never understand what was so interesting about chemicals and shit.
Once Tubbo finally stepped out of the school, he ran towards his best friend, backpack in hand and a small part of his front hair burnt off.
“I’m staying over tonight, right?” Tubbo asked, smiling. “It is Friday so Dadza shouldn’t be bothered.” Tommy nodded, he knew stuff at home wasn’t easy for the shorter male, his father being a big drinker and all, so him and his family were ready to have Tubbo over as much as needed.
So the blond agreed, walking them both to Wilbur’s car, the ram hybrid sat on the seats behind, his and Tommy’s backpacks on his right, whilst Tommy sat on the passenger seat, Wilbur next to him, starting the car.
The Minecraft household wasn’t too big or too small, it was proportioned for a family of five plus a guest bedroom. A two-story house, Tommy’s room was on the second floor, the farthest from the bathroom upstairs and the closest to the stairs.
“Oh, hello boys!” His mother exclaimed, walking to the entrance where the three teenagers stood.
His and Wilbur’s mother was a beautiful lady, black long hair that flew on her shoulders like waterfalls of ink, their father, Philza, would often refer to her as a Goddess, and it wasn’t hard to believe, she was beautiful, taller than most avians and regal in every thinkable way.
“Hello, Miss Minecraft!” Tubbo waved, receiving a soft smile from Kristen.
“Hello, Tubbo, are you staying over for the night?” she asked, the soft, maternal smile never leaving her face as she walks over to Tommy, fixing his hair and gaining an annoyed huff in return.
“If that’s alright, then yes!” Kristen nodded.
“As long as Theseus does his homework…” Tommy blushed.
“Mum!” He complained, and right on cue, his father, Philza, appeared from the kitchen, looking at Wilbur.
“Will!” The blond adult screamed. “You were supposed to wash the dishes!” Wilbur just nodded, walking towards his room, ignoring his father, who just mumbled a few words about killing his son with a sword.
Kristen just shook her head, before walking the kitchen to her husband, that was Tommy and Tubbo’s cue to go upstairs.
Tommy’s bedroom was on the second floor, it was smaller compared to Wilbur’s and Technoblade’s. It was the closest to the stairs and the farthest from the bathroom, it was appropriate for a messy sixteen-year-old: with clothes everywhere around the floor and the desk transformed into an unspeakable mess even Prime would fear, but it had a record player and a TV, and that’s all Tommy needed.
“Do you want to listen to some music? Mumza got me a new disc!” The blonde mentioned as he looked at the disc on his top shelf, right next to the books Wilbur used to write him when they were kids
“Sure, whatever you prefer, big man.” Tubbo replied, placing his backpack on the ground near the door, before walking towards the bed and launching himself on it.
“It’s actually an animal crossing vinyl! I’m really glad Mumza got it for me because I couldn’t stand listening to it on Spotify anymore…” Tommy started to speak, and soon enough they were both on the bed, legs on top of each other, as they giggled and chatted over whatever came to mind. This is why Tommy liked Tubbo, he was an easy person to speak with, topics just flew out of his mind when he spoke to the ram hybrid, it all just felt natural.
Soon enough, though, someone came knocking at his bedroom door, announcing that dinner was reading so, with a huff and a grumble from the youngest of the two teenagers, they got up and made their way to the dining room.
The rest of the weekend felt like a peaceful bliss, where nothing could get in the way of Tommy’s happiness (except the homework his family forced him to finish).
And before they knew it, the weekend had ended and Wilbur drove Tubbo home, and now Tommy was let all alone with his own thoughts.