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Everything is hazy.
From the numb sensation of his fists up to the black spots dancing within his blurry vision. All the sounds around him are strangely muffled by a mysterious force yet he can vividly hear one sound amidst it.
The sound of punching .
Punching of knuckles towards pale cheeks.
Towards a blonde that's been pinned underneath his weight.
A blonde that made his blood boil and teeth gritted from the pent-up anger welling up inside his body.
Like an itch that you can't quite reach but much, much worse.
He doesn't remember if it's daytime or nighttime. That much, he knows, is blurred including everything else for some reason.
Yet the burning sensation of various emotions stirring within his already empty stomach won't stop him from breaking the blonde's face with his bony knuckles.
He lands the umpteenth punch.
And another.
And another.
Red splatters left to right.
Red covers his numb and tired fists.
Red paints his vision.
He's mad but at the same time, he's relieved.
How can that be?
Is it because he can finally release all the emotions he's been hiding? He's been bottling up?
It could be.
All he cares about right now is to crush the fucker's face beyond recognition until he's satisfied.
When will that be?
Does this even matter?
Why is he here?
A huge thud snaps him out of his frenzy, whipping his eyes towards the blonde below him.
He can only see more red dripping out from the blonde's head and leaking across the rocky surface underneath it.
Wide eyes staring directly towards him.
Lifeless.
Unresponsive.
Oh, that's unexpected.
Fuck.
The blonde is dead.
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Tommy yawns and rubs his heavy eyes with one hand as the other finger continues to scroll down for who knows how fucking long, reading all the drama unfolding in the godforsaken bird app. He stops for a short moment and gazes at the number in the uppermost left part of his smartphone.
05:51 p.m.
The bastard should have been out hours ago. Why isn't he fucking here?
As if on cue, the door from behind him opens, spotting the familiar brown curls and yellow jumper entering the cold room.
Tommy stares at the wide grin directed towards him and gazes down to see two ice creams held by the man's hands, before moving back to stare at the mischievous yet beautiful hazel eyes.
"It's fucking winter." Tommy blurts as he scowls.
"I know." Wilbur replies nonchalantly.
"And you're bringing ice cream." Tommy adds.
"So?" Wilbur raises a brow.
"It's fucking freezing, Wil!" Tommy yells.
"Turn on the heater then!"
"It already is!"
"Suck it up, then!"
"Why, you little bitch—"
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They eat their respective ice creams in peace (for now). Tommy sits by the bed of his insufferable brother as he ignores the black blur passing by the window from the corner of his eyes and Wilbur by the floor, leaning his back on the side of his bed.
Tommy knows that Wilbur is busy nowadays (he has been for years) and that he has no time to travel two hours just to get back home, so he has to stay in the university dorms to save time.
He's lucky that the 'Dream Team' isn't here at the moment or they're going to ruin the short time he has with his brother. He knows that he can see him again this Easter, but school has put a lot of various pent-up emotions inside him throughout the semesters. And some other things. Sure, he can see Techno everyday since he dropped out of college but he just wants to see Wilbur right now.
No other reason.
He can already feel his nerves calming down as time passes, enjoying eating ice cream of all things in this cramped fucking room.
"Why are you here, Tommy?" Wilbur asks without looking up from his ice cream.
"What?" Tommy's heart sinks at the question and mumbles the only thing he can muster.
He doesn't know whether that question was out of curiosity or irritation with how controlled Wilbur's tone was, making the situation worse for him and the raging beats get louder inside his chest.
"Why are you here?" Wilbur repeats, munching at the last piece of his cone and turns around with gentle eyes filled with concern. Oh . "You usually come here whenever something is bothering you."
"Oh, nothing." Tommy sighs in relief and lies comfortably by the bed as he stares at the metal bars above him. "School has been a lot , you know? To say the least. I don't know." He stretches his arm as if to reach the upper bed. "I can't explain this, but I know there are a lot of things fucking with my head."
"So... You're stressed." Wilbur says more of a statement than a question as he tilts his head to the side.
"Maybe. Like I said, I don’t fucking know. I don't understand what's going on right now, but I do know that I want to come here."
"Oh, little Tommy wants to see his big brother. You missed me that much, you little marigold?" Wilbur grins as he coos, gently pinching Tommy's cheek in mockery.
"I'm not a fucking baby!" Tommy slaps Wilbur's hand away as he complains. "Why do you call me a stupid flower, anyway?"
Wilbur stops for a moment, as if he's surprised by the question considering his eyes widen.
"You know how I'm always being poetic and shit, right?" Wilbur reaches his hand and brushes Tommy's hair to the side. "I remember how marigold means joy , optimism , and warmth . And all of them remind me of you , Toms." His lips slightly stretch into a smile.
"Me?" Tommy's mouth gapes in surprise, sensing the warmth inside him spread throughout his body as it repels the cold away.
"Yeah." Wilbur nods before turning back, staring at a specific part of the wall.
Tommy follows his gaze towards the source, only to barely see a moth in almost complete darkness. The sun is almost completely set but it's still enough to see, so neither of them bothers to turn on the lights.
"Clementine is still here! Hello, Clem! It's great to see you, man." Tommy smiles and waves his hand to the moth in greeting.
"What? You named it?" Wilbur raises a brow in confusion.
"Duh. How can you not?" Tommy rolls his eyes.
"Tommy... It's a fucking moth."
"How dare you say that in front of her! She's one of the most precious things in this tainted world and you dare to insult her? For shame, Wil. I am so overwhelmingly disappointed in you." Tommy gasps and scrunches his nose in disgust as he points an accusatory finger towards Wilbur.
"It's just a moth, man. Get on with it." Wilbur turns back to face Tommy and scowls.
"No! I'm not dropping this until I get an apology."
"What?! Come on. You're not serious, are you?" Wilbur whines as he rolls his eyes.
"Do I look like I'm fucking joking right now?" Tommy narrows his eyes as he glares at his eldest brother.
"Fine." Wilbur scoffs and turns to face Clementine. "I'm sorry that I insulted you, Clementine . I'm sure you're a great moth." He sighs and turns back to Tommy again. "There, happy?" He adds as he raises a brow.
"Thank you." Tommy nods in gratitude.
No one dares to belittle his precious daughter, Clementine. Not even his own family.
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Tommy received a call earlier from Dad, asking why he's not yet home despite school being long over a few hours ago. Whilst Wilbur turned on the lights, Tommy told Phil about his visit at Wilbur's dorm, making the old man sigh and said to stay put since Techno will be coming to fetch him. He could vividly imagine his dad's usual gesture of massaging between his nose with his two fingers whenever Tommy did something to increase his stress more.
It's funny, to be honest.
“Did you listen to AJR’s latest song?” Wilbur asks.
“No. Why?” Tommy nonchalantly replies.
Are they famous or something?
“You better listen to it once you get back home or you’re finished dealing with your own shit.” Wilbur says before releasing a silent yawn.
“Sure.”
.
.
.
"I would be a moth." Wilbur blurts as he never stops staring from the stupid wall where Clementine rests for who knows how long.
Doesn't he have better things to do than stare at Tommy's beloved like a creep? Doesn't he have homework and shit?
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Tommy furrows his brows as he asks.
The door slams open, causing a thunderous sound that makes Tommy and Wilbur jolt violently, whipping their heads to the door to only see familiar vibrant pink hair and an apathetic stare.
"You scared the shit out of me! Never do that again!" Tommy presses his hand to his chest where his heart beats a few hundred miles per hour.
"I was forced to come here when I was about to beat the hell out of Skeppy. You don't get to complain." Techno marches in the room and grabs Tommy's wrist, pulling him out of bed with his brute strength.
For someone who's sitting in front of a computer all day to play Minecraft, the bastard's very strong.
"Oh, look. Karma has come to pull you back to hell." Wilbur snickers as he steps aside and watches Tommy suffering in glee.
"Don't let him take me! Wil, save me!" Tommy cries for help and scrambles to resist Techno's hold despite it being futile.
"You got what you deserve."
"Fuck you!"
"I don't wanna face the wrath of the Blade . You're on your own." Wilbur grins.
"Stop yappin' and start walking, Tommy. You do realize you're heavy, right?" Techno deadpans as he's on his way to the door with Tommy in tow.
"Fuck you, bitch! Cum! Ass! Fuck!" Tommy yells random swear words, hoping it to be effective towards someone who hates swearing for some reason.
"Bye, Techno! See you on Easter!" Wilbur waves his hand with a wide smile.
"Right back at you." Techno replies as he closes the door behind Tommy.
"NOOO!"
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The snow is melting, the clouds are clearing, making way for the azure sky, the sun is shining down onto the streets of their town, and best of all... Spring is here!
It's finally here, which means...
Wilbur can finally go back home after so long.
Tommy won't have to be in a routine to wake up early in the morning just to go to goddamned school and be bored.
And they can finally play that Among Us IRL that they've been preparing for the past few months just for this day!
Thanks to everyone's great contribution, they managed to replicate almost every part of the game and get to experience it in real life. Of course, they won't replicate the part where they're tiny jellybeans walking throughout the map, so they used a paintball theme to make up for it.
Basically, it's just paintball— Among Us Edition .
And not in the forest but in an abandoned building that Phil, Trixtin, and the other adults gratefully bought for their friends and family to enjoy their short vacation or any time for that matter.
Before fucking school starts again.
Okay enough of that.
Tommy races down the wooden steps whilst vigorously rubbing his eyes, making his vision vivid again and heads straight towards the dining room, where everyone is already seated in their respective spots and eating breakfast with bright smiles on their faces.
Thank fuck he's not the only one who's excited.
"What is up , bitches?! Are you all excited for this day or what?" Tommy grins as he sits down, grabbing a piece of warm toast and takes a bite.
"Tommy, why do you have to ruin it by swearing again?" Phil massages the bridge of his nose as he sighs.
"Come on, Phil. We all know that Tommy and Wilbur got it from you. Techno is the only one who took after me." Trixtin smiles enough that her purple eyes narrow.
“That’s why I’m great, compared to these two idiots." Techno smirks before drinking his steaming hot coffee.
"I'm not an idiot!" Wilbur whines as he slams a fist on the table.
"Oi! We all know that's absolutely not true since I'm the biggest man in the world, so I'm greater than anyone else." Tommy says whilst munching on another piece of his toast, making his words muffled and barely forming his words.
"Trixtin, wait. You swear, though. Don't you dare turn me into the only culprit in this room." Phil smiles awkwardly and raises a brow as he stares at Trixtin's direction, who's sitting at the other end of the table across from him.
"I rarely swear compared to you, Mr. Sailor." Trixtin laughs as she grabs a piece of toast, and a butter knife whilst Phil wheezes in the background.
"Does that mean Techno swears?" Tommy asks as he faces his mom before whipping his head towards Techno.
"Yep." Trixtin replies, popping the P.
"No." Techno denies at the same time.
"Oh, shit. Look at the time! We're gonna be late for the game if we don't go now!" Phil stares at the wall clock wide in terror before hurrying to eat his own toast and chug his cup of coffee.
The action causes everyone to hurry up as well, causing a lot of choking and burning tongues in the process.
For the sake of Among Us, it's a small price to pay.
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As the family arrives at the venue, they can already see most of their friends on standby around the abandoned building's entrance with their respective attires and tools.
"Tubbo! Is everything ready inside?" Tommy grins and sprints in Tubbo's direction.
"Hell, yeah! George, Fundy, and I worked our asses off to get every mechanism to function exactly how the game did. You'll probably piss your pants, so get yourself ready." Tubbo grins as he explains gleefully.
"Excuse me, Tubbo. I'm Tommy fucking Innit. I don't piss my pants like some other pussies over here." Tommy grins as he points a thumb towards his left where Ranboo was standing.
"I never pee my pants, actually." Ranboo raises a brow as he comments. “At least, I don’t think I do.”
"Keep telling yourself that." Tommy crosses his arms over his chest as he smirks.
As they continue with their conversation, Tommy notices how everyone is dressed up as their avatars in the game. As for him, he wears a red tactical vest and a black cap to match his in-game character. He observes his surroundings and snorts on how everyone looks ridiculous with their colorful vests, especially Puffy's. He doesn't know how that works, but her vest is just constantly switching from one color of the rainbow to another.
"Techno."
"Dream."
Tommy looks around to the familiar voices of two certain battle freaks and there they are, staring at each other with deafening silence between each other whilst changing into their respective attires. Techno slips into his pink vest and rests a golden crown on top of his pink braided hair whilst Dream wears a lime vest and a green fedora.
Why the fuck do so many people in their circle wear a crown? Can't they wear something else? They're not in the fucking SMP and this will make him confused more once the game starts.
"You're dead to me." Dream grins under his porcelain smiley mask as he brings his thumb to his neck in a slit motion, and points his index finger towards Techno's direction.
"Good luck with that." Techno huffs as his lips curve slightly into a smirk.
Everyone goes up to the first floor and sees a wooden table with a huge red button in the middle, indicating the emergency meeting room of this building and they continue upwards, once they reach the second floor. They all take out their phones with Tubbo's instruction and send an app that helps replicate the same experience in the game. Once the installations are complete, they’re ready.
In order to avoid seeing each other's roles, they form a huge circle with a reasonable distance between each member. Tommy glances at a black figure by the corner of the room, just looking at it sends a chill down his spine. Without hesitation, he averts his gaze and stares at his phone screen as the red Among Us character pops out on the screen and shushes. His heart won't stop beating loudly against his ears in excitement, but he has to keep a poker face to prevent others from predicting his role. A huge blue text appears above all of the twenty respective avatars they've chosen earlier.
Holy fucking shit, this is sick.
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Tommy walks around the third floor of the map, without anyone to accompany him as he gazes around the set-up. And he can't help but stare at everything in awe at how amazing everything is. Thank prime those things aren’t here at the moment. He looks at the map of his screen and spots two yellow exclamation marks, indicating the location of his tasks. He approaches the nearest one and spots the panel where you fix the wiring. He looks around if there are any CCTVs in his area, only discovering nothing.
Well, he's fucking dead.
Tommy connects the wiring accordingly to the right, he flinches as he feels his phone subtly vibrating from inside his pocket, staring in wonder as he sees a new exclamation mark appearing from on the other side of the floor. Luckily, the one he currently did has disappeared.
Again, sick.
He continues to waltz from one floor to another to follow the yellow exclamation marks on his map, finishing from one task to another flawlessly.
Until his phone rings and the same dead body reported animation from the game pops onto his screen that is.
"What?" Tommy whines as he answers the call.
"Quiet, gremlin." Wilbur's voice retorts instantly. "So, uh... I found a body by the rooftop and... Shit, this looks so ridiculously hilarious." He explains as his voice wobbles, sounding like he tries to suppress a laugh but fails miserably.
Tommy releases a laugh of his own, followed by various voices doing the same thing.
"Get this shit over with, Wilbur. Do you realize how hard this is for me and how fucking cold it is up here?" Quackity's voice complains from beneath all the laughing.
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It took them a while, but everyone managed to gather by the meeting room downstairs. Unfortunately, Tommy notices how there are fewer members than usual.
So, it's not only Big Q who died this round.
"Big Q, Dream, and Fundy died. Did anyone find the two other bodies?" Tubbo looks up from his phone and asks.
"Wait, Tubbo. The ghosts hear this meeting like in the game, right?" Techno intercepts.
"Yeah. There's a CCTV camera here and a TV downstairs for the ghosts to enjoy while they wait." Tubbo replies. "Why?"
"Who's dead now, Dream?" Techno grins as he mocks him.
Everyone in the room bursts into laughter, including Techno. They stop for a moment as they can hear two voices laughing from downstairs as well.
"Holy shit!" Quackity's voice reaches a high pitch as he continues his laughing fit.
"Oh, shut up, Techno." Dream's voice complains, and an image of him rolling his eyes from beneath the mask is vivid in Tommy's mind.
"So, should we skip this round?" Trixtin asks after everyone has calmed down.
Everyone gives their various affirmations whilst clicking their votes on their phones, and Tommy follows as he clicks the skip vote button.
Tommy knows that he already said this many times, but this is fucking sick.
Everyone disperses from the second floor towards upstairs, with others forming various pairs and groups whilst others are going solo like him.
Tommy wants to tag along with Tubbo, but a hunch is telling him that his best friend is one of the four imposters, so he shouldn't if he wants to enjoy this vacation more. He can't let go of this opportunity to have fun after a few months of boredom and routines. He managed to survive that fucking hell, and he'll do whatever it takes to enjoy this paradise.
Not even that thing that always appeared out of nowhere could ruin his fun.
He walks by a hallway and stops abruptly as he feels a presence lurking from the shadows.
Fuck.
He looks behind him but there is no one there. He looks to the two rooms beside him.
There's nothing.
His hands begin to feel cold as he wrings them together, with his heartbeat getting faster against his chest. He tries to calm his nerves by inhaling and exhaling deeply through his mouth, but it doesn't work. In fact, it gets fucking worse. He bites his trembling lips and forces to swallow a lump in his throat as he continues to trek the suddenly long hallway.
Why does it feel like he's been walking forever despite this building not being that big?
A blur passes from the corner of Tommy's eye, making him whip his head to look back.
There's nothing.
There can't be nothing since he just saw something that went past him a few seconds ago. It's possibly just his brain fucking with him again, but with the presence he can clearly sense, he knows that it's true.
He's not sure if he should be happy or scared about that.
Tommy continues ahead whilst subtly looking around without moving his head, hoping that the fucker who keeps on stalking him like a creep will think that his guard is down, so they can pounce on him at any second.
Fuck them!
He's the one who's giving them a false sense of security to lure them out of hiding to catch them red-handed.
It's probably just Wil and Techno messing with him again. They definitely thought that they could scare him only because they're in an abandoned building.
Sucks to be them, he's Tommy Innit. Nobody is as big of a man as him, so nothing in the world can scare him.
Ever.
Nope.
He's not scared.
It's just extremely cold with no heater to warm him up.
It's only winter air creeping up in spring, that's all.
Yeah.
That's it.
Tommy can hear metal rattling from above him, causing him to snap his head above and notices pipes with sprinklers trembling like they're about to burst.
And they did.
Water sprays from every sprinkler in the vicinity, drenching Tommy from all over his body and leaving him with soaked clothes. Three voices burst into a laughing fit from one of the rooms and Tommy looks around, only to see Wilbur, Techno, and Tubbo holding their stomachs as they continue to explode.
"I fucking knew it! Tubbo, you betrayed me! You, my best friend in the world." Tommy exclaims as he scrunches his nose in a mix of anger, disappointment, and betrayal.
"You should've seen the look on your face!" Wilbur cackles.
"There are costumes downstairs that you can use. All of them are rentals, though." Tubbo casually says as he smiles widely.
"Totally worth waiting." Techno sighs as he relieves himself from the laughter.
"I fucking hate you guys." Tommy sighs deeply in relief.
"We love you, too, Toms." Wilbur grins.
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Two reported bodies and three meetings later, Tommy is extremely behind on his tasks and shaking like an earthquake with how freezing it is. He insists on not changing clothes since he doesn't want to bother washing more afterwards.
It's not that easy to do laundry, especially when you're the great Tommy Innit.
(Basically, he doesn't want to do laundry)
His body stands stiff as he feels another presence within the area. He clenches his teeth as his eyes dart from one thing to another, finding only old furniture covered with dust. A blur passes by behind him and when he turns around, there's still nothing.
There's no CCTV in this part of the floor again, so he knows he's dead for sure this time. And the way his heart is about to rupture out of his chest and the violent trembling of his body aren't helping him one fucking bit.
Tommy slowly steps back, hoping to have a better view of the area. A creak can be heard from behind him and once he turns back, it's already too late. If only he didn't fucking forgot about the building having vents just like in the game, he wouldn't lose his head right here. He can only watch the imposter with wide eyes as the man with a turquoise vest, a white suit underneath it, and a crown atop their curls approaches him with a knife on their hand.
"It was never meant to be." Eret solemnly says.
Tommy feels like he's choked by the same air he inhaled through his mouth as the man uttered those words. Accepting the inevitable fate, he closes his eyes to get this over with. Even if it's just a game, he knows how much it hurts to be stabbed or hit with the knives and guns they're using today. They may not be real, but once the impact hits one's body, they hurt like the real thing. The memory of Tubbo repeatedly stabbing and shooting him during lunch time makes him shudder at the last minute of his doom.
He flinches violently as he can feel something holding his wrist tightly, suddenly pulling him to the side and barely escapes death when the imposter swings their knife towards the air, where Tommy was used to be. He turns ahead to see the person who saved him, only to see a purple sweater beneath a purple vest and a black pompadour on his blonde hair.
Man, this motherfucker sure loves purple. Oh, he wonders who among their friend group has a name with the exact same color.
"Tommy, what the fuck are you doing? You can't just stand by the vent. It's like asking to be killed." Purpled scolds as he frowns.
"Well, sorry mom . It won't fucking happen again." Tommy chides as he rolls his eyes.
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Heaved breaths fill the silent air as Tommy leans his back on the wall and Purpled places his hands on his knees, catching up air after running a marathon.
"Why did you save me? It'd be fine since there are still a lot of crewmates as far as I know." Tommy faces Purpled as he asks.
"About that..." Purpled averts his gaze away from Tommy as he rubs the back of his head. "Since I'm a scientist, I can see the vitals of everyone and out of the fifteen survivors this round, I saw black, cyan, yellow, and white marked as red in my phone." He counts his fingers as he muses.
"So it's Schlatt, Punz, Tubbo, and Wil who died today. They already got Bad and Ranboob earlier so..." Tommy muses. "Fuck, I can't do math right now." He slaps his head and groans.
"We're down to eleven people. If the imposters kill two more people and we can't vote them this round, it's over for us." Purpled replies.
"Oh. We're fucked." Tommy says in a deadpan.
"You can say that again."
"Should we call an emergency meeting?" Tommy asks as he begins to walk, with Purpled following suit behind him.
"I tried to when I saw Tubbo died in my vitals, but the doors kept on being closed around me and I don't wanna fucking die, so I headed back up and saw you earlier." Purpled explains as he waves his hands around.
"Oh. No wonder doors kept on slamming against my face earlier. After this game, I will beat the fuck out of the imposter who did it!" Tommy yells as rubs his nose gently, still feeling the pain after so many doors hitting him.
"Make that the two of us." Purpled huffs as he covers his mouth with his hand, hiding the smile from creeping out.
Tommy and Purpled walk down the steps in comfortable silence, only stopping for a short moment between the floors in case they can find a dead body to call a meeting faster. They come up empty-handed and worse, their surroundings flash red lights and a loud sound accompanies it, indicating that something is sabotaged.
"We better hurry up and call that meeting. Tommy, do you have any tasks left?" Purpled asks as he increases his pace.
"Yeah, but I still have one by the electrical downstairs, so I doubt that's enough to win the game." Tommy grimaces and follows suit as he replies.
"I also have one over there and since each round is pretty long, I'm pretty sure many of the crewmates are probably already finished with their tasks except us." Purpled explains as he turns a corner that leads to another staircase. "If we can finish two of our tasks, we’ll win!"
"What are we waiting for? Let's hurry the fuck up and end this!" Tommy grins.
"Wait, I have an idea." Purpled skids into a halt in front of a vent and crouches down, making Tommy step back in reflex and forces to swallow the growing lump in his throat. "Have you tried to open the vents to see if you can?"
"N-No. Why?" Tommy stammers as his voice is barely heard from the alarm.
"Well, I did. It didn't open for crewmates except the engineer apparently since you have to input a fucking password to use it. Lucky for us, I saw Eret's phone in the first round and saw gibberish numbers and letters, so it must mean it's the password." Purpled explains as he inputs the password on the padlock, making a click sound as it unlocks and he opens the vent without hesitation.
Purpled grabs Tommy’s wrist and enters the vent. Tommy expects that they have to crawl the cramped space like he saw in the movies but luckily, the vent is huge enough that a person can sit comfortably inside. Once they reach the end, Purpled opens another vent and goes out, with Tommy following suit.
Wow, it fucking works. They're in Electrical.
Without a second thought, Tommy grins and makes a beeline to the spinning task, whilst Purpled heads to the downloads with a smirk.
Suddenly, the door closes behind them and the only sound that can be heard is the noisy alarm from the sabotage, making Tommy's stomach get heavier as time passes. His trembling fingers keep on clicking the button to time it with the spin, but he keeps barely missing. He clenches his teeth and clicks faster, but it only makes his failed attempts increase. He can see a shadow approaching from behind him, making him turn around to see Purpled holding a gun.
Jesus fucking Christ.
"So being a scientist and seeing Eret's password were a load of bull. I should've fucking known." Tommy groans.
"Yeah. Sorry about that. How's your time staying here though? Did you have fun?" Purpled sheepishly replies before asking.
"What? Uh, sure?" Tommy raises a brow in confusion and replies, unsure of what that entails.
"That's good. Well, see you on the other side, I guess." Purpled shrugs and pulls the trigger of the gun, shooting Tommy by the chest area.
Due to the impact, Tommy falls back on his butt as the bullet punctures the blood pack inside his vest, making it splatter fake blood all over him.
"Do I have to pretend I died and lie down on this filthy ass floor?" Tommy scrunches his nose in disgust as he looks around at the dim room
"Yes." Purpled huffs.
"Fine." Tommy rolls his eyes as he lies on the floor and jolts as he hears a camera clicking, only to see Purpled pointing his phone towards him. "Delete that!" He yells and stands to try to confiscate the device but fails miserably with how quick his friend's reflexes are.
"I'm posting this on Twitter." Purpled smirks.
"NOOOOO!"