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Shitty,
That's how one would describe Tommy's Sunday morning. First thing he sees as soon as he opens his eyes is his older brother Wilbur just standing over him and staring, I don't even think he was blinking, which is, like, really concerning! How does he do that!? Why does he do that?! And no Phil, I'm not being overdramatic! He's creepy!! We got off topic anyway after that he happened to fall down the THREE FLIGHTS OF STAIRS!! WHY DO WE EVEN HAVE SO MANY STAIRS! Then his cereal was stale, and the milk was spoiled. He had to do a bucket load of dishes cause Wilbur forgot to do his last night, THEN he had to water the plants WHICH ISN'T EVEN HIS FUCKING CHORE! On Top of that he realized that they didn’t have any more pads only AFTER he took his off So he had to send phil to get them for him and he comes back almost two hours later WITHOUT ANY, wilbur literally dragged him out of the bathroom where phil told him he was being over dramatic and refused to go get any more pads, then like thirty minutes later phil yells at him because barely any blood got onto the couch and made him SUPER SCRUB THE ENTIRE COUCH! then go to the store without changing to get pads on his own,
which is where he is now at 11:05 in the personal care aisle wearing soaked through pajama pants and only a jacket to cover it buying pads and ranting to tubbo on the phone about all the shit that's been happening, mainly the 10 page history essay to tomorrow that he hadn't even started yet, but oh well, he’ll cross that bridge when he gets there for now he has bigger things to worry about, namely how to pay. He was to preoccupied being shoved out of the door to remember to grab his wallet from upstairs, I mean he could always just not pay but it feels wrong to try, and damn near impossible especially with one of the employees watching him like a hawk, and he refuses to give in and call his family for help, they probably wouldn't anyway! They’d probably view it as some kind of ‘teaching moment’ so that sucks then a hand landed on his shoulder and tommy totally didn’t damn near jumped out of his own skin with how startled he’d been at the sudden contact that’d be craaaaaaaaazzzyyyyyyy…. but before he could react a voice distracts him “do you need any help sir?” the red-headed girl who looked his brothers age maybe a year or two older asked some of her fiery red hair tucked behind her ear green eyes soft and questioning “Ah- no, thank you though” at that the worker tilts her head ever so slightly and politely smiles before speaking again “you've been standing there looking over the products and talking for almost 25 minutes now” oh he didn't realize that it’d been that long “yeah sorry just- figuring things out” he replied a little to sheepish for his like but oh well. “You don't have money on you, do you?” the worker askes tone still gentle, her smile never leaving her face tommy shrinks in on himself looking down at the ground and shakes his head prepared to be kicked out but instead of doing that the nice worker with red hair pulls out ten dollars and presses it into his palm turning and walking away before either can say anything.
The rest of his trip was very uneventful, however coming home was not, he walked home with the familiar feeling of eyes that have been following him all week- hell maybe month – he was starting to get creeped out - ! And the second he opened the door a bottle flew right by his head. Never a good sign. Looking over he sees wilbur, clearly drunk and mumbling about one thing or another, no one really knows but he was obviously upset, and phil was nowhere in sight, hell his car wasn’t even in the driveway, so now, as always, its tommy’s problem. Its not like he could just leave him alone either the phil would yell at HIM for the mess and not wil, although now that I think about it, I don’t think phil has ever yelled at wil for his drunken fueled messes, but that is neither here nor there, it looks like tommy will ha-
Smash, crack
Well shit