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Phil's eyes met Tommy's,
"Hello mate, mind explaining what you're doing up here?" Philza put his hands on his hips, like a mother scolding her child. Pretty uncanny am I right? but it was upright terrifying in Tommy's mind. He didn't usually get to meet his dad on the job, so this was new.
"UH-" Think, think, think. He lowered his voice, "I'm just, chillin' yknow." He shrugged as nonchalantly as possible. Philza raised his eyebrow,
"Uh huh." His arms crossed his chest, even more so like an angry mother. "How old are you?" Shit shit shit. Tommy started to panic, what was he supposed to say? This didn't happen very often, or ever, so needless to say he was unprepared. So, doing the next best thing, (also known as a pro gamer move) Tommy ran. "Wha- Hang on!" Phil tried to grab Tommy's arm, but he was just too fast for the old mans arms. "You little- get back here!" Soon enough Tommy heard footstep follow him from close behind. Why isn't he just using his wings? Tommy thought, it was strange. Nonetheless, he just kept running. After about 30 minutes his legs started to wear out and Tommy could tell he wasn't gonna be able to outrun THE Philza minecraft. Much less if he started to use his wings. Well, this was a problem. "Kid, seriously, I'm not going to arrest you so just stop running." Exasperation was evident in the older man's voice, "jesus you're just like someone I know." Tommy had a feeling he WAS that someone Phil knew. Being ever so persistent and all, but he was running out of options. So, doing the next best thing, he hid. To be completely honest, a dumpster isn't the most comfortable place to hide. It reeked, and Tommy knew he was really gonna need to wash these clothes once he got out of here. If he ever did, the pro hero was currently standing right outside of the dumpster looking for him. What a shitty way to spend the night, instead of being pog out on the streets hes currently hiding from a pro hero in a dumpster. Not to mention that the pro hero just so happened to be his dad.
At some point the sound of footsteps faded away, and it was now just him and whatever shit lived in the dumpster. So, carefully he peaked his head out of the dumpster, and surveyed his surroundings. The hero wasn't anywhere close by, so he climbed out.
"gross.." Tommy's face curled in disgust as he looked at his clothes, imagine if anyone saw him like this. God that would be humiliating, Tommy frowned. "Tonight was not a good night for the Tommyinnit community. Still, that was a close call. He was just relieved Phil didn't immediately catch onto him, or he would have been into some deep shit back at home.
Speaking of which, Phil would be getting off his shift soon enough and would panic when Tommy wasn't asleep in his bed. So, Tommy trudged back home where he quietly tried his best to get rid of the stink on his clothes. It worked well enough that by the time Phil had gotten home, he didn't suspect anything.
The next morning he was woken up abruptly by his alarm clock. A small slit of sunlight peeking in from between the curtains let some light into the room. Tommy groaned and got out of bed, school was his least favorite part of the day, except for his friends of course. He was known well enough in school that some would consider Tommy popular, but he mostly hung out with his two best friends Tubbo and Ranboo. (And yes, that is a weird name but hey, he didn't choose it)
The floor was cold against his bare feet as Tommy trufged downstairs to the breakfast table, where techno sat (slept) with a spoon in his hands. Wilbur stood next to the counter eating his cereal,
"Finnally awake, huh?" Tommy looked up at Wilbur,
"What's that supposed to mean??" Wilbur shrugged as he went back to eating his cereal, it was just bland honey nut cheerios. Tommy seriously never understood why he liked them so much. Phil walked in to the kitchen and ruffled Tommy's hair while he grabbed his cup of coffee off the table.
"Your hairs getting in your milk Techno," Techno just groaned in response, barely moving an inch.
"Morning dad," Tommy said as he poured his milk, (cereal first, of course) "How was work?" Phil pulled out a chair and sat down,
"Caught a little vigilante but they got away," Tommy looked up at his father, who seemed to be staring out into space. He sat the milk jug down,
"Is that so?" He hoped his voice wasn't shaking, but there was seriously no way his father didn't know it was him. Phil just sat there for a moment,
"Yeah, couldn't find the lil shit." he seemed.... slightly annoyed. Not a very good sign to Tommy, he was about to reply when Wilbur interjected.
"How the hell did you lose a vigilante??" he sat his bowl of cereal aside, "those guys are usually just big talk."
"Yeah I thought so to," Phil frowned, "yet I couldn't find him anywhere I looked." Techno grumbled something along the lines of, 'thats new' or 'help me' although Tommy couldn't tell which. Yet, either way, that meant his vigilante career wasn't over just yet. He'd just need to be more careful in the future. Although, being Tommyinnit he never could be more careful.