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Tommy is now biking as fast as he can. So much for a nice relaxing day. He isn’t being as cautious as he normally is while riding his bike. He left his helmet behind and he’s taking the turns way too sharp. He knew one of these times a turn wouldn’t go so well, but of course it would be the turn into the dark creepy alleyway. Tommy thought it’d be a good idea to take shortcuts to Tubbo’s. Of course the one shortcut where it’s a tight fit he’d turn too hard and fall. Tommy throws himself off the bike and breaks into a sprint. “Oh gods why the fuck did this have to happen to me today,” Tommy says. As Tommy runs he feels the years of sitting at a desk kick in. “Why did I decide to be a streamer!” Tommy yells in annoyance aimed at himself. He makes a mental note that if he makes out alive he should start going on runs.
“Fuck fuck fuuuuck,” Tommy groans as he runs. The group of what would be his dead friends are catching up and fast. “Toms we aren’t going to hurt you!,” Wilbur yells from close behind. Tommy, thinking its a good time to be a smartass yells in reply, “You’re a fucking liar!” As Tommy turned his head around to yell at Wilbur, he managed to hit his shoulder on a sign. "Shit!" Tommy mumbled as he grabbed his shoulder, his run slowing down for a moment.