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It was Monday evening just as the sun was at the peak of the sky, and the hottest part of today. Tommy had decided to take the allowance his uncle gave him and use it for something other then his nice-ish apartments rent. It was a decent apartment, no mold, mice, or ant of the sort. But it was a bit small and didn't have the nicest view. Tommys parents abandoned him at a young age with his Uncle Liam, his uncle was both a well known author aswell as a great surgeon. Due to this Tommy never truly had a problem with money. He had everything he need and more. Despite this he never asked for to much, he was more reserved in the past. He doesn't know who his parents are nor does he care to find out. When he found out that his uncle was moving he asked if he could stay in the city he grew up in. His uncle didn't care as long as Tommy called him and let him know how/what he was doing. Tommy never minded it. Tommy also had to have atleast a part-time job, so Tommy took up work with his two childhood friends, Tubbo and Ranboo, at a Cafe. (They like the work and putting Karen's in their place) until he was fired for some reason he didn't remember. That's why he stood infront of the new building he bought just 3 weeks later. You see every one here had a calling, no matter how small every one had something. 

Tommy was no different. His calling was flowers, no matter how girly his classmates called him for it. He knew everything there was to being a florist, aswell as taking care of flowers. Tommy had a small ability, or a gift form the gods if you will even if it didn'tfeel like it, to create special flowers, along with there meaning. The smallish book on the counter infront had every flower he created so far, only three pages it spawned more in per flower created he learned.

So now he sat on a chair debating on whether to tell his Uncle that he impulsively bought a whole ass store or shop depending on who you are. He then decided to start fixing something up to take his mind of that nerve-wracking call he would have to make at some point this week Decorating the the place would not only give him something to do, but help keep his mind from spiraling and creating a depression plate again. (Story for another day)

So, here Tommy stood in a isle of paint and decorations at a home furnishing store 10 minutes away from his shop. He had a few cans of blue, yellow, and light purple paint, with some small white chairs that looked like they jade birch legs and white leather. Small house plants, pillows and a record player. He probably looked out of place but he didn't care to much. He payed for the stuff and carried it out to his car and then drove off to his store and started to move everything in.

Tommy dragged in a small record player and put in one of his disks which just so happened to be a playlist Ranboo had made for him on Tommy birthday as a gift from him and Tubbo, it now sat playingone of Rio Romes songs. Next was the three chairs and he opened them up and took about two hours and fourty-three minutes. After they were all set up he took the leather off and painted it with the purple leather paint, which only took thirty minutes give or take.

While those where drying he got some food and ate. He paintedthe secondlayeron the leatherand went back out to get some flower beds, seeds, soil, sun lamps, and a watering can. He had spent a gran total of 200 or so pounds alread. He had about 800 or so left to do whatever. It had been 4 hours since he bought the place and it was 4:35 pm. He took at quick 5 minutes break on top of eating and just swayed to the music while plugging in the sun lamps, and setting up the flower beds on the second floors of the shop. It wasn't small but it also wasn't the biggest, it took it about one minute and a few seconds to walk the stairs with everything in his arms.

Tommy sat down the rest of his materials which includes a watering can, seeds, flower pots, a few vases, a bag of fertilizer, and a small shovel. He poured the dirt and pat it with the shovel and layer the seeds down and watered them.p0]]

As he came back down he saw his flower journal and but it in one of the drawers while he got his roller paint thing and the blue paint and painted the walls this the tarp on the floor and gat to the second or third coat before stopping, he also got to the fourth coat on the leather seats and put them back on and sat the dark red and yellow fluffy pillows on the seats.

He finished for today at 6:56 at night and headed to his apartment waving to his neighbors and passing out on his nice bed still in his day clothes.

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Tommy awakes at his apartment in his outfit from yesterday. He had a white shirt that had a random band Tommy hyper focused on for a few days a while back. His jeans suddenly felt tight and gross. Tommy sat up and walked to his bathroom turning the water on after fiddling with it for a few moments and getting it to the right temperature.

He undressed and started washing his hair, he used his strawberry conditioner and massaged it into his hair and left it for a moment before washing it out and repeating the process but with his strawberry shampoo. Another reason he was called girly, he would rather die than buy an 8-in-1 shampoo, conditioner, toothpaste, deodorant, ect. You get it, I think.

He finished up his shower and detangled his curly hair and put his bandana on. Tommy picked his outfit of the day consisting of a plain red shirt that fit him nicely and brown cargo pants with his red converse shoes. He grabbed his keys and locked his apartment and left for Bee and Boo cafe to get his frappe from Ranboo they made casual conversation while Tommy's drink was made.

“so, um, Tommy, how are, um how are you? I hope you're not upset about being fired..” Ranboo stuttered a tad sounding nervous. “I'm alright, and Nah i'm not upset! It's alright Ranboob, The biggest man Tommyinnit has millions of jobs practically begging me to work with them! HAHA!” was Tom's reply. I am a tad bit bitter but it's alright. It wasn't Ran's fault anyway. It was that stupid bitch of a boss Samuel. He thought bitterly. Samuel was nothing but rude to the workers. “That's not my- you know what. I'm glad you're doing ok Toms, here's your drink.” Ran sounded tired of Him butchering his name.

Tommy grabbed his caramel frappe (with as many espresso shots he’s legally allowed) and gave Ranboo his thanks and walked out to his car. Tommy started the engine and drove to his school. He had gotten an email while on his phone waiting on my drink about new students Tommy needed to tour, “how ‘fun’”  Tommy thought sarcastically

Tommy pulled up to a huge building, it was his highschool/College building that combined both. Why? Not even Tommy knows why. He got out and walked through the front garden that smelled of roses, tulips, and other flowers. The grass cut to look like it was two colored stripes with a dark and lighter green. The path to the school was huge and ethereal with the rose bushes, and regular bushes somewhere mixed in. The school itself is a light brown with burgundy accents and a few vines, some with flowers, some without, running down the old walls of the building.

As Tommy approaches the door he sees the second flower he ever created in a bundle by the center of the rose pot hanging from the ceiling of the entrance, a white golden tipped rose that could never wilt. The Principal liked them and Bought them from Tommy awhile back. See Tommy doesn't really like creating flowers but for certain people he would make as many flowers as they want. They were originally pink with white tips but they change with every week. He shakes his head and starts walking towards the front office.

The reason Tommy has to go welcome the new people is because at school Tommy is on the welcoming committee as well as the gardening club which he is the President of. Tommy took pride in his work on the school gardens. He arrives at the school in a timely-ish manner and heads to the principal's office and waits for the principal to address him. He overhears the conversation only enough to hear Principal Schlatt, Tubbos dad that's the only reason he gave him those flowers, tell them who was touring them and then Tommy made his entrance.

“Yes, Welcome to our school! My name is Tommy and I'll be your guide around our lovely school here!” Tommy spoke with his eyes closed, a smile too sweet to be real. As he opened his eyes he was shocked, The heroes Siren, and The Blood god, the only way Tommy could tell it was them was from the blood gods PINK hair that no one else has and sirens mask he wears with pride. Tommy is enthusiastic to see two of his favorite heroes but he hides it well, his smile now a genuine one as he is looking towards Schlatt for his input.

“Well shit hey there Tommy- your showing around Mr Wilbur and Mr Techno around they are year 14, Tommy here is a year 12 get gone now.” Schlatt spoke a slight chuckle gracing his voice and Tommy nodded and headed towards the door. The once silent twins (mainly Wilbur) made a sound of protest when Tommy headed towards the door and looked back “Well? Let's get going!” Tommy spoke up towards them and he walked out and waited for them by the entrance.

“Ok, well I've introduced myself and Schlatt said your names. I just need your schedule and

then we can start.” Tommy stood in the center of the room with a beaming smile on his face, his baby blue eyes shining as the sun hit them. “But of course Mr Tommy!” WIlbur spoke in a clear tone and smiled, handing him both of their schedules  for Tommy to read “Just Tommy is fine and you both have the exact same schedule. Is that on purpose or-?” Tommy sounded a tad bit bored and relaxed but also, somehow, excited. “Yes, that is on purpose.” Techno this time his voice surprising Tommy a little with how monotone it is but also calming.

“Alright then big man, well a few things to address first so listen up.” Tommy looked at them both for a yes or head nod. Techno states at him for a moment then slowly nods his head and Wilbur follows suit quickly. “Alright, If you want to pick a flower get Schlatts permission, Him and I are very peculiar about the gardens. Two, clubs are encouraged. We have a wide variety of them, however if you do not wish to be in one or are already in one tell me or Schlatt is the host of club meetings and stuff hence why I need to know. Three, don't worry about a dress code, as prestigious as Schlatt is he doesn't care for clothing, wear whatever you want. Four, every Wednesday it's a two hour early dismissal. And finally Don't use powers, and or weapons in the hallways or classes. Understood?”

The two boys nodded, some of them were good to know but odd. Tommy nodded at them and started speaking again. “Now let's start the actual tour! So This is the original/main entrance; it connects straight to the front office! Certain people, Club leaders, teachers, and honor Roll students head there just to get stuff most mornings or to get an updated event list, the school has been around for 230 years in counting, it's a proud achievement Schlatt and the staff love to mention every now and then-” He droned on and gave them the history of the building. The twins looked at each other wondering why Tommy called Schlatt, Schlatt and not the Principal

“Excuse me Tommy?” Wilbur interrupted Tommy and spoke up. “Yes.'' He was annoyed that he was interrupted. “Why Do you call the principal by his name?” a genuine question from wilbur. “Ah, it's simple, no one calls his professional title. And we have a small deal if you will. May I continue, bald bitch?” “you may- HEY!” Wilbur's voice hitched at the end while Techno chuckled and Tommy laughed and composed himself again and continued whilst walking.

“This is the main hallway most kids linger here for their free period if not at the food court. The main hallway connects to the food court, Gymnasium, the fields, and ofcourse doratries. Not too much history in this hallway”  it was a spacious hallway with a few pieces of art and posters with clubs on them, a few about field trips, fundraisers, dances etc. There were also a few from the art club. Tommy led them down the hallway with a grace the twines couldn’t place.  There were a few flowers as well.

He opened the door to the Gym and it was pretty standard, huge, but standard. Bleachers, a court, and a few pieces of equipment laying around “Pretty basic but you get it. Most school dances, events, and fundraisers are held here! It was officially finished 70 years ago and it's the same with the auditorium room! A few clubs come here and use this space for a practice ground! It's also where mcc is held! Mcc is a monthly computation in which we have teams and get a coin, sometimes, and a crown until next month!.”

They continued walking and Tommy gave the history of certain things every now and then. After a bit they arrived at the main dormitories and Tommy started talking again while the twins took in the sight. There were eight doors per hallway; most doors had a name plate and number next to it with a small sigil engraved in it. “Nothing too interesting  about the dorms. They were made recently so not a lot of history yet, each room has a sigil on it the room door so they have the occupants room. Pretty boring innit’?”

The twins looked at each other, then back to Tommy and nodded while Tommy led them down the corridors and to a different hallway with doors and pointed to a small banner hanging that had red and white flags, “the flags are each grade's color. White is year one, red is year two, blue is year three,  yellow is year four, purple is year fives, green is year sixes, brown is year seven, pink is year eights, and orange is year nine. For tem and up it is a mix of two colors, ten is white and dark red. Eleven is white and gray. Year twelves and up is a combo of white and whatever color the other number is so year twelves are white and red!”

“So this is your hallway?” asked wilbur curiously “correct now, you both have honors math, english and History right?” Tommy asked just to make sure he read it right. When the twins nodded Tommy felt proud he remembered it. “Ok so both of those classes, as well as any honors class, are a bit different. So follow me, I'll probably do those last.”

“So, This is your guy's main hallway, pretty boring, but every two or so years Shaltt and the school staff let anyone who wants to paint the walls! He started this 10 years ago and it's an event everyone looks forward to!” Tommy loved when Schlatt held this event thing, he got to paint so many flowers!!!

Tommy led them down toward the food court. It looked like a mall food court but bigger, more tables, and a bit of decor, off to the side near the back of the room farthest corner there was a black door with a red rope across it with the words ‘invite only on a small sign by the door a few potted bushes on either side of it one bush held roses and the other held tulips that had been placed in it instead of naturally growing.

“This is the food court, if you couldn’t tell. Schlatt spared no expense for this place; it has been like this for 50, 60 years? Schlatt loves making sure we all get proper care, considering it's like his pride in the school is really the students!” Tommy droned on while the Twins stared at the door wondering what that's about, Techno interrupted this time “excuse me, Tommy?” “Yes?” Tommy, curious but happy, had at least said excuse me. “What's with that door in the far right corner?” Technos voice cut the silence that had followed after Tommys words. “Ah! Glad you asked! That is a special lunch room where only certain people can go back there, nobody really knows who, they get in before anyone else and leave after everyone. People who get invited typically get a small blank paper with neat writing on it, Schlatt hands it to them per the request of the mystery people” Tommy lied through his teeth about not knowing, of course he did he went in there regularly per invite, but they didn’t know that

“Thank you for explaining it to me.” techno thanked him quietly, not too loud , not too soft. Tommy begins speaking again “Now, one of our lovely lunch ladies, Nikki, takes the money for your lunch, she's the cashier if you will. She is really sweet, you'll love her, but the Court is closed today! Now I believe we have two more stops? The gardens and your honors classes, yes?” Techno nods and Wilbur hums conformation.

Tommy takes them through the back door to the gardens which are ethereal, there are so many flowers, roses, tulips, forget me nots, petunias and some the twins have never seen. All the flowers are arranged very neatly and in a beatiful rows, blobs, and squares they look like a garden you'd see in a movie. Tommy beamed as he saw all his hard words and the twin gaze on in pleasant shock.

“These are the gardens! Mostly the gardening clubs work but Schlatt has some other things he wishes to keep under wraps for now! But the gardens are never to be touched without Schlatt or someone from the gardening club's permission!” Tommy smiled as he spoke happy to show his work and the twins nodded in a confused understandings

Tommy skipped towards the doors, happy to see his plant children and headed back inside to get this tour over with because he wanted to try and get his Shop done and finished by monday. “Now honors classes are a bit odd and they are on the first floor by the front office, off to the left.”

Tommy had walked to a hallway the two hadn't seen earlier until it was pointed out by Tommy, it was a plain hallway with a few decorations here and there but otherwise, it was plain. “Any and all Honors classes are held here, now let's get the dickhead himself, hm '' Tommy spoke walking away happily to the front office and straight to Schlatt’s office with no real care.

“Hey Schlatt, I finished the tour, gave some history, and I gave them our rules. Anythings else you need done or is that all you needed done, your HiGhNeSs” he spoke jokingly in a mocking tone and exaggerated the last word with a bow as Schlatt rolled his eyes and chuckled “Your job is done, brat, payment is at your house i had minion 1 drop it off for me. Schlatt rolled his eyes and nodded towards the door indicating Tommy had indeed done his job and coils go do what he needed

Tommy nodded and left without another word and drove off. So what if Tommy saw Schlatt like a second father figure, that's just his business. As Tommy Drove off he made sure to stop by the town square and check out our festival preparations and if he could help out at all. Currently there is a festival that's happening in three weeks, apparently the festival is a celebration of when the place was founded and officially made.

Tommy walked around and looked at the jewelry store peaking in and seeing some stuff he thinks his friends will like, he walked in and greeted Alex. Alex was a young jewelry maker and made this shop a few years ago with Tommys help. Alex had helped patch  Tommy up when they were younger and Tommy has clinged to them ever since

“Hey there Tommy, what can I do for you, hm?” Alex spoke his deeper voice making Tommy instinctively Relax “Hey Al,  just wanted to buy some jewelry for me and my friends you know how it goes.” Tommy's smiling present in his voice happy to speak with them after so long.  Alex's Red fluffy hair stood out against his blue themed outfit. “Well let me know when you want to cheek out!” Alex spoke kindly towards their friend

“Did you cut your hair? It looks like a mullet but better if that makes sense.” Tommy asked randomly while looking at stuff. Chuckling Alex responded “I did, I need to change it up, you know?” Tommy hummed in agreement and sat four bracelets down one with a amber bee, one with a amethyst allium, and one with a ruby Rose. he also grabbed a few rings, identical but with different gems, ruby, sapphire, peridot, and some others so a  total of three bracelets, 5 rings, and two necklaces.

“Oh? I know who the bracelets are for, but who are the rest for?” Curiosity peeking through in Alex's Tone and Tommy humed and spoke up “secret! But here you go! And do you need any help with anything?” “Not currently Toms, and those necklaces are on the house, I would give you all of them for free but I do need money so-” Alex laughed and checked Tommy out his total was £123. Tommy paid him £130 and left before Alex could protest.

Tommy walked around town square a bit and bought some food out and drove to his shop and went inside to water the flowers and started assembling the shelves  and painted some flowers, bees, and butterflies before admiring his work and went outside with his left over paint, checking if it was indeed waterproof and it was! So Tommy began painting a flower field on the outside windows and he looked at the door and painted a moth on it with a cow that was red and had mushrooms, he dubbed the cow henry. And went back inside to finish setting stuff up

“God this is taking longer then i thought” tommy thought a bit annoyed as it was almost night and the sun was setting but he was pleased with his progress so far as he stood upland stretched satisfied with the pop he heard as he set of to his car when someone stopped him, a vigilante who was decently new whose alias was ‘Reaper’ “sir? Are you alright, there were gunshots nearby.” the vigilante spoke their voice changer very noticeable. “Gunshots? I was fine . I was just finishing with my shop and I had called a wood carver to see how much a sign would be. Didn't hear the sun shots” Tommy was careful with his words and he checked to make sure there was grass nearby in case he needed to use his power.

Reaper nodded and turned away, walking to the shadows and disappearing while Tommy just watched Frozen against his will to stay in place. How peculiar the vigilante was. “oh well.”  his head was helpful as always and decided that now would be a good time to give him a headache. So Tommy got into his car and drove home and changed into his pajamas and fell on his head face first and covered up to fall asleep and dream a dreamless dream.

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“Ughhhh what time is it??” I groaned sitting up looking over to my clock the time read 5:36 AM. I sighed and sat up and got out of bed in a sluggish manner as I threw on a nice outfit since I was going to attempt to open my shop today. Yes I know I've only had it three days but I'm bored and I don't want to just rot in my room. I threw on a light cream poets shirt, that just so happens to look like the blood gods shit if it was just a very light cream color and less ruffles. And I put on some nice slick brown color dress pants and grab one of my more expensive looking jackets that matched the outfit and set off. As I walked to my store (I didn't feel like driving today, I also need the exercise) I stopped by the Cafe to get a chocolate muffin and maybe a cold brew with extra espresso. I could see Ranboos pity towards me. And I get it! Trust me I do but I can not stand when someone pities me. Like sure, be sympathetic without pitying me! I'm a big man, the biggest man ever. I don't need their pity. As Ranboo attempts to make small talk they realize that I wasn’t in the mood to talk and simply ruffled my hair. Now as I continue my trek to my store I see it in the distance with a note on the door of the building. I grabbed the note, went inside, shut the door, and locked it. I've watched my fair share of horror movies in my apartment. I'm not a dumb movie or a stupid book main character. I thought while I stared into the distance or if a camera was there I looked straight at it.

I read the note carefully, it was from the bakery right next door, its from the bakeries owner? Oh, she(?) was helping him know who to look out for how sweet, maybe he should give her(?) some flowers! Maybe a bleeding heart? “Hello! I’m NIkki, The barkery owner, and I just wanted to welcome you to this little market area! So this is just to let you know some people who are plain karens and just rude, and the next list are some of the nicest people who come here to shop, there is also a night market about 5-7 minutes away from here! If you need some help on stuff you can come to me, Puffy (the bar owner), or Sam (the tech store owner.)” I hummed and nodded to myself and placed the note in my personnel drawer and began to write my own note for her. I placed a regular paper on the counter and wrote down my thanks and asked her what her favorite flower is just so that i had an idea about what would be a good gift for her.I wrote slower and neater than I would for school. Soon I finished the note and sat it aside while I finished my last few painting things and my last few hanging decorations. You see, last night the author forgot to add that I made some decorations. Wait what the fuck? Whatever.

So I brought out my last paint can and began painting the little desk I bought for a counter. By the end of this it will be a light purple with sunflowers on it. I added a few bees and made the black parts with a sharpie. I wait for the paint to dry as I set up the little display shelves and a few vases with water in them along with some flowers. I used my ability to grow faster. I placed the last few flowers, which happen to be sunflowers. As I smiled , a knock on the door startled me as I peered through the top part of the glass door I saw a…. IS THAT A FUCKING CROW? It was an injured crow, how the fuck did it get here??? I opened the door to see it and it squawked at me. “Listen here little bird. I do not care if you're injured, well actually I do. But it's fine. Look, if I help you will you never spook me again?” I was talking to a crow. I'm officially crazy. The crow squawked at me again and I reached my hand out to it and it climbed on my hand and so i took him in and dubbed him shroud.

“How'd you get hurt, Shroud,?” squawk. “That makes since now” Did i know what he said, hell no. Do I care?? Fuck no “Lets fix you up ok shourd?”a soft caw sounded through the room and I extended his hand to let Shroud climb on top of my hand as I waited for him to do so I used my other unoccupied hand to attempt to get the seeds I dropped. I grabbed the Jade Vine seed thingies, as i sat the back on my desk/counter thing with shroud so i could grab my first aid supplies under the counter and i grabbed a small stick as he created a makeshift spleen and he wrapped it almost perfectly since he's used to dealing with injuries. “Well little guy i'm done, i don't know what to do now actually, you're welcome to stay here or leave i guess??” I spoke as I walked around the counter and grabbed a vase, filled it 3 quarters full of water and 1 quarter of the halfway point with lemon juice and then placed an arrangement of orchids, Chrysanthemums, Amaryllis Flower, Peonies, and a few yellow Poppies on the counter. I smiled as i finished this arrangement and sat it on my counter as I carried with checking in on everything and putting stuff into the correct places while i sat in a comfortable silence with the occasional squawk from Shroud as he moved swiftly around the room and changed the lights out for beige colored lights enjoying the slight warmth they give me.

I finished with everything in record time as i sat and decided to make the Niki girl, the Puffy person, and the Sam person flower arrangements as a thanks. He makes three identical flower vases and makes the Exact same arrangement of roses and carnations, mixed with alstroemeria, freesias, and seasonal greenery. Seemingly happy with his arrangements he makes sure to include a thank you card and his other handwritten note for Niki. ‘Man, I did such a good fucken job! Bloody hell I'm tired… let's get Shroud home ig?’ I placed my hand on the counter waiting for Shroud to jump on so I could place him on my shoulder. Shroud complied with this development and sat on my shoulder pulling my hair a bit as if it was something shiny he could take and i shake my head and chuckle at the thought and began to walk out grabbing the three vases i put in bags and sat them on the door to the bakery, the bar, and the tech store. Good, it's getting late and im exhausted i smile slightly at shroud and walked back towards my apartment with a quick stop at the park to drop shroud off there i sat him in a willow tree and smiled up at him a tad happy to be of use to the bird as he squawked at me. I went back to the apartment watering the yellow carnations as I walked by. I can't help the way they make me feel as if I've seen them before. I started the trek to the stairs and started walking, taking a moment to appreciate the art on the walls of two almost identical pieces, one of a floating white castle that seemed like it was floating on a cloud. In the sky. The second one looked like something you'd see in hell. dark castle with black tentacle-like structures making an archway to a dark gate. As Tommy walked up the staircase getting to his floor.  

Yes, his floor. He paid the owners heavily to have his own whole floor to himself. Anyways, he walked and his mind went racing just like it used to when- He- was involved his mind got fuzzy and warm, but now in a good way at all. No, that man only held bad memories for Tommy. Best not to think about him for now. He’ll dive into trauma later, or actually never. He walked until he found his room door and walked in. taking off his shoes and walking straight to his kitchen to fix some cup noodles and a cup of coffee. He pops the cub noodles into the microwave after adding the water and waiting for the microwave to go off to indicate that his noodles were done. He drank his newly made cup of coffee and turned on a random historical romance film as some background noise while he reflects on his past, like his ex! Or how his parents died and how he only has two real friends. *beeb* oh yes! He takes the noodles out and sits on his red, semi- expensive, couch slurping his noodles as he stares at the tv screen and laughing at flowers and how none of them match in a meaning like how one had roses and marigolds together! Or how he smiles when a cute fluffy scene comes on. As he laughs at how badly some of the acting can be and how you can see the extra camera stuff from the 21st.

Tommy shakes his head and downs the rest of his coffee and noodles. He wonders how he neer really cared for his biological family until a year ago. His Uncle always said they were kind, sweet people but he never said anything else about them. Whatever that's a people for future Tommy I suppose, right dear reader? Now where were we? Oh! Yes of course! Tommy sat at his couch and was starting to space out and a running in his ears started getting louder as he continued to stare off in space his breathing was normal his pupils were shrunken a tad bit then a crack of thunder outside his apartment got him out of that…. Daze… now he sits on the couch with his empty coffee cup and an empty cup noodle container. His Tv now turned off as he sits in silence and listens to the rain's constant sound on the roof as he stood up and washed his mug and threw away the trash he had and went to his room deciding to tidy it up a little bit and then go to sleep. He folded his clothes and put them in a basket he'd have to wash later. As he takes his chance to go and clean his vanity off and put his stuff in the proper places! Then he crashed on his bed not asleep just laying there as he took out his phone and scrolls on social media places. His eyes grow heavy as he fights, like ww2 kind of fighting to stay awake. But just like Germany his efforts fail him. And he falls asleep into a nightmare he would never forget no matter how hard he tries. Just like him. No matter how hard he tries he can never forget.

He could never forget what that man did to his parents and how he still haunts him today despite him watching that man get killed and buried in front of him. Now he can never forget the way he watched the light fade away and how he watched his eyes pop out and eyes came out so much blood. His eye held a part still to his brain. The man lived through that as he waited for the perfect moment to die, the right words had to be said. All Tommy can remember of that night now is blood, gore, death, and the shine in someone's eyes disappearing as he became helpless and wanted death, in fact he carved it more than anything. He also remembers how each one of those cold hearted monsters' fingers were broken in every place imaginable and how Tommy loved his screams of agony and pain. It served that man right after all, an eye for an eye. He remembers that he loved the smell of his blood, of the taste of electrifying copper still on his taste buds even after so long. He enjoyed Tommys pain, so why can’t Tommy enjoy his? Each one of that man's teeth he pulled out and crushed up into a powder and dumped it out he remembers breaking the man's legs, destroying his only chance of freedom

That man destroyed his wings, why couldn’t Tommy return the favor in full! Now that man knows how it feels to be in a room with nothing but your thoughts and nothing else while Tommy got to go enjoy his life. He still to this day wishes he did more to him before those stupid pigs (some heroes and cops) pulled up and blamed it on a villain. Some of the man's other victims cheer in glee and jump with hope. He waits for the day he meets that man in hell so he can hurt him much more than he hurt Tommy. He was hurt by most of the man's victims; they all agreed that he was the man's favorite “toy”. But Tommy was not an emotionless doll. He fought back. He fought for the others but now. He knows that the man now fears Tommys own Arrival into hell besides the devil. Tommy sighed as he smiled happily while his sudden nightmare turned into that of a lovely dream of when he finally got his needed revenge. All the while the reader's attention shifted over to his flower book, or rather his magic flower book, and the page it was opened on. A hyper realistic drawn flower laid on the right page with some small added notes in neat handwriting from Tommy himself. The flower is named, “One revenge for hundreds of hurt”, a dark blue almost purple flower with hundreds of thorns it had a dark brown stem. On the petals are some red splatters that seem like blood near the center of the flowers, the petals are like a rose and tulips mixed. This flower is how he discovered he can make flowers grow like Hanahaki, the fictional disease. How interesting, what do you think dear reader? His power… should the wrong side get it………….. Well. you already know. Remember, flowers alway wilt eventually! Yes, I'm aware of you. Tommy is not :). Do not worry we will return to normal soon. Very soon

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Tommy awakes and goes to his wardrobe and picks out an outfit. His shirt was a sage green with some music notes near the bottom that pairs well with his cute white shorts that he embroidered a disc on. He brushes his teeth and he does his hair stuff. When he finishes he grabs his bracelet with a rose charm on it as well as his new necklace with a bee on it. He walked out and grabbed his favorite pair of shoes he customized way back when he was still in the system. He walked into his kitchen and opened the fridge just to cringed at the lack of good food. He sighed and ran his hand, threw his golden hair and face palmed  as he grabbed his bag he uses for outings and put his stuff in it, his wallet, his dagger, his pepper spray, a notepad with a pen, ect. He smiled and grabbed his phone and earbuds and put them in opting to listen to a random playlist of music. He smiled as a lemon demon song came on and he hummed along as he smiled. Some of the flowers on the path he was taken bloomed back to life as he walked by, then the ones that seemed uncared for almost immediately looked like they were fake, almost too perfect. A cat ran up and rubbed against Tommys legs and he made a decision to add cat food to his list and a bowl or two. He smiled and patted the cat's head and he cooed at it when it melmed at him the moment he petted her.

“Awww!! Hi Max, aren’t you just the cutest cat there ever was!” he cooed again when she purred and he smiled as he continued walking towards the connor store, his blue cardigan tied around his waist as he walked. He took out his notepad and pen and began writing a list and he even started to work on a new drawing. He fell back when he bumped into the wall. No. a person. He looked up and it was a ravenette with amber eyes and small, cool wings. He helped Tommy up but didn’ stay for conversation at all… “odd' ' Tommy said after a moment but he picked his stuff up and continued to walk after all he could see the store now. He walked in and smiled at Jack who waved at him upon his arrival. He walked around the store grabbing the sugar, flour, baking powder, and the sifter. He was planning on baking a few items for Alex's birthday. He smiled as he sorted through items again and walked around a bit more getting some produce and other items for food.  and viewed the isles while he walked he put some items in his basket humming to himself as he grew a flower crown from his hands and put in on, it was made of three flowers he's already made.  He smells the sweetness of his flowers and as he looks around he sees two people talking. One flips a coin, the light catching its grooves as it flies through the air and back into the hands of one of the guys. They repeat the motion multiple times while Tommy looks around. He sighs as he can’t see his favorite treat…. How disappointing. Oh well. He takes out his phone to check the time seeing it's only been a few minutes, he puts his phone back in its pocket and looks around for a few minutes and he spots the powdered sugar making a joke in his head about how it looks like something else. He chuckled and smiled as he saw a little girl asking her mom when they could go home and play. He doesn’t want kids himself but he does adore them! He shook his head fondly and walked to a random direction hoping it would be the baking aisle. ( for no reason the powdered sugar is in a different aisle). He shrugged and bumped into someone. They were tall and had a lot of Scars with brown hair and what seemed to be a top hat with pointed ears. Both him and the stranger spoke at the same time “I'm so sorry!/Sorry, you okay?” They then responded at the same time: “Yes I'm fine, are  you?/ you're fine.”  Tommy had a small smirk and answered  the stranger “yes I'm fine, again sorry for bumping into you.” They both conversed as multiple apologies thrown around as they talked, the stranger's name is Scar and he is here with his best pal (Scars words not his) Grain. They both carried on with their day.

Tommy finally paid for his groceries and carried them into his flat after messing Tubbo and letting him know that his followers would be ready tomorrow he crashed onto his sofa and fell asleep with Oswald looking at him funny before going back to swimming in his enclosure. First he sees black spots dancing in vision. He passed out the moment he closed his apartment door.  

His vision went black and was replaced by him when he was  5 and his parents were alive, his mom a taller woman who knew how to fight, and his dad more of a house husband with the ability to shoot. They sat at a dinner table talking, joking and playing around. They were the perfect family. Tommy never saw his parents argue. He saw them talk, cry, and hug. He learned communication. He learned to talk and never hide his emotions. They taught him how to be happy and how to love.

The next memorie is Halloween night. Tommy is six now. His costume is a childs costume made by his dad that was meant to resemble the now ex-hero, ThornRose. He looked perfect with spray hair dye in his hair as he knocked on doors and gave candy to his friend Deo. he heard his parents whisper jokes and laugh and they played with Tommy and indulged him in his games. “Sunshine, Deo come on we have to go to the next house!” he heard his mother call over to the two kids giggling and sneaking some candy early. Tommy laughed as he ran ahead of Deo to the next house. He was content. An older boy comes up to the two while his parents are looking away and hits Tommys candy bucket out of his hand    Deo stops the older boy from taking his candy and helps Tommy pick up his candy and give him some of his own. Hes six Deo taught him pride, and Strength.

Then Tommy is nine, he's standing in his pajamas staring at the ceiling as he reminisces about Deo. he can't sleep. In the other room he hears his dad snoring and his moms soft breathing. He isn't sure how he could hear them but he can't find it in himself to care right now. He loves his parents, he thinks. He feels warm and safe around them. He thinks that's love. He thinks Love is the feeling of the sun on his skin. The feeling of the wind when he runs and smiles. He thinks love is when he's with his family. Tommy thinks love is that feeling he gets when he makes his friend and family laugh or smile. He thinks that's love. He wondered if love is the same for everyone, he hoped so. He hoped for his family, and Deo felt the same towards him. He's happy… that night he falls asleep with a smile on his face. Tomy wakes up early and makes breakfast for his parents, with only slightly burnt pancakes. His parents smile at him happily and they all eat together. Tommy is full of happiness and warmth, he never wants this feeling to end.  . Tommy is nine when he is taught what love truly means.

Finally  he was eleven. There was banging on the door and his parents looked panicked. “Tom Toms? Let's play hide and seek, me and your dad will seek and you will hide” he hears his mom say and he Nodded excitedly thinking it would be fun. He remembered hearing his mom counting and him running upstairs to a secret room that had a small creek beneath the door you used to open it. He heard his parent come up and he hid his giggles and then he heard more people come in with his parents they ended up in the room and he stopped giggling, he heard yelling and then loud bangs he recalled a red liquid seeping through the creek and crying after what he only assumes could be an hour he left the room and hugged his parents lifeless body's crying and begging them not to leave him. “Mama! Promise I'll eat all my vegetables, I'll never throw a fit again, please mama! Please don't leave me!” That was the day Tommy learned he was alone.  Tommy is ten when he is taught about death.

Tommy is ten when he meets a strange man with a sadistic look on his face. The man whom he calls a plethora of rude names, but that didn't last long with the collar on his neck like a pet. The man, who he now calls “Fern”. Mr Fern tells Tommy that his “new name is number 67” Tommy doesn't like that name, he likes Tommy more but disagreeing gets him shocked. 67 realized that Mr Fern is only trying to help and that Tom- 67 is too difficult to work with so he has to get hurt. 67 likes Mr Fern. He helps clean 67, feed 67, and help 67. Mr Fern has injected 67 with a drug to help it. Mr Fern is the only one who cares about 67. 67 is ten when it realizes all he needs is Mr Fern and his help.

67 is eleven when he relearns his real name. He didn't listen to Mr Fern and he read the file on his desk and learned his real name again. Tommy hates the hurt he feels. “Why did Mr Fern betray me” he wonders to himself as he watches Mr Fern inject him with something. Tommy remembers a lot now. Tommy feels anger. He plots and plots and plots. He learns it's the first of April. Tommy enacts his plan and releases everyone else. Tommy waits for the chaos to die down a little to find Mr Fran. Tommy finds him and grows his first flower. The man is now coughing the flowers up at an alarming rate. Tommy smiled wickedly while he laughed at the man's pain. Tommy smiled happily at the man's now broken legs done by a flower growing in his bloodstream. When Tommy finished he walked out skipping until he saw his reflection. He didn't recognize the monster he saw. He didn’t recognize the monster who enjoyed the pain in cause. Tommy is eleven when he realizes he is a monster. Tommy is ten when he learned about revenge

Tommy is almost twelve when he meets his uncle.  Tommy loves his uncle  but he could never replace his parents. He can see their faces drained of color as he rested. His heart could be heard from everywhere in the quiet house. Then a man appeared. His hair was a light brown with dried red mixed in. The man's face was blacked out but his voice was gruff and hurt his ears. Since he never learned the man's name he called him “N”. N wore a lab coat with a badge on it. N saved him. N told him that his parents had a small chance they would live. And Tommy prayed more than ever. He prayed and prayed. But Tommy was abandoned by God the moment he was born. He prayed and begged to no avail. Tommy is eleven when he is taught about death. His uncle took him in with N being his social worker. He's happy he has his uncle but he can't express that he doesn't want to trust someone only to have them leave. Tommy was twelve when he started to hate being alone.

He doesn't want to be alone,
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Not again

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Never again
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He doesn't want to be alone again

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Please… don't let me stay alone..
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Hi! for anyone new, I'm Arson and I'm a fanfic writer.! I'm a minor.

so about this fic.. its discontinued. I'm lost interest in writin for the dsmp. I'm still part of the fandom and still rewatch it from before we found out that Nibler soot and Dream were problematic. but I have no interest in continuing to write this fic.

I do want to continue writing but not ike this. I might re make this in the future as a life steal fic as its my new fixation. but for now I'm discontinuing this fic.