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The orphanage is trash.
Or at least the one Tommy's in.
But he has come to a conclusion that the system is worse. Cause for fuck's sake, he's sixteen and still hasn't gotten a home to call his own.
Well, at some point he did. But Tommy would only last a few days or weeks before he got sent back to the orphanage.
Not even months. Hah, their loss. He's the biggest man Tommyinnit and he doesn't need a family. If anything, family needs him.
"We can't keep him here forever." Tommy heard a familiar voice coming from his old, stinky room, still filled with drawings he made when he was a child.
"He's sixteen, for goodness' sake!" Tommy heard the voice again.
Oh shit. Oh shit. Were they talking about him? Are they finally going to throw him away onto the streets?
Tommy turns around. "Fuck, I have to get out of here." he says as he closes the door.
And so, Tommy decides he will leave this wretched place on his own accord.
Tommy jumps as he bumps into a random kid on the corridor, suddenly snapped out of his thoughts.
"Why in a big rush?" the kid said.
"Oh, just the normal. Y'know, trying to get the hell out of here since I'm about to get thrown out anyway." Tommy responded honestly.
"Good for you, I guess." the kid sighs, noticeably very sleep deprived.
"I- Wh- It's only because I'm too old to be here! You go and have your life decided by petty adults then!" Tommy exclaims angrily.
Tommy huffs, fine, he'll be nice since he's gonna leave soon anyways. "Would you like to come with me, big man?" Tommy asks...politely."
"I have school tomorrow, dude." the kid answered, which definitely meant a no.
"Alright, fine. Enjoy life while you can. Soon you'll be finding you yourself getting thrown the fuck out of here just like me." Tommy hums while racing down the corridor.
When Tommy arrived back at his room, the people talking were gone. He decided he should make a run for it.
"Bag, check. Water, check. Three granola bars to last me at least a week, check. One shirt and trousers, check." Tommy whispers, crouched down at the corner of his mattress.
Tommy pushes his chair all the way to the little window not low enough for him to just climb out of.
"Shit." Tommy complains, looking at the ground far enough for someone who dropped out of the third floor to break a few bones.
Oh but Tommy isn't just handsome, smart and amazing. He's also resourceful.
What's better than ripping the hell out of his mattress and taping the foam over his clothes?
"This will do. I will at least get out with only a few scratches." Tommy grins and steps on the chair again.
He takes a deep breath and jumps.
"Fuck!" Tommy screams but quickly cups a hand over his mouth, realizing that someone might hear him.
It took him a moment to realize that he wasn't on the ground.
He was- fuck- he was hanging on the fucking wall like a picture frame. Tommy's feet swings below him as he looks up to see that the foam sticking to his clothes have been caught on a loose wire stuck to the wall. Oh crap, what will he do now?
"Yo, street kid!" someone whispers from above Tommy.
"Holy shi- wait, the guy who has school tomorrow?" Tommy looks at the face stick out of the window beside his room.
"Yeah, that's me." the guy who has school tomorrow responded.
"Oh my god, my savior. My saint, my angel. Would you be so kind as to-" Tommy didn't even have to finish his sentence as the other kid finished it for him.
"Get you unstuck? Yeah, alright." before Tommy could even thank him, the kid flashes him a pair of scissors and cuts the foam in half.
"You're indebted to me now, street boy!" the kid shouted, waving as Tommy fell down to the ground with a loud thud.
Tommy runs out of the fortunately opened backdoor. "Ah, freedom at last!" Tommy smiles closing his eyes, arms wide open to feel the breeze of liberty.
"What the hell are you doing, kid?" a deep voice said.
Tommy opens his eyes. "Who the fuck are you?" Tommy questions.
"I'm an officer here." the man said, showing off various weapons located at his side.
"Well I'm trying to get the fuck out of here." Tommy said, not realizing the repercussions of what he just said.
"You're going to what?"
"Yeah, you heard me right."
The two stare at each other's souls for a brief moment before Tommy makes a run for it.
"Hey! Get back here!" the officer yells. Tommy runs across the field.
He tries searching for a distraction.
Aha!
Tommy heard a slight crunch inside his pocket.
The granola bar.
He dropped it to the ground without second thoughts.
Oh well, that's two days worth of food. But it's definitely better than getting dragged back to that horrid place.
The officer running behind him falls flat on his face, tripping the oat snack.
And for Tommy's one of a kind luck, the officer's handgun went sliding straight towards his feet.
Tommy swiftly grabs it and looks straight ahead knowing that the officer would get up soon.
He spots a truck containing dry ice.
Fuck.
Fuck!
Tommy rushes towards the truck and opens it's back door. He spots the driver sleeping peacefully on his seat.
"Not on my watch." Tommy shakes the driver to wake him up.
"What the- What are you doing here?" the driver said.
"Drive." Tommy says.
"Who are you to tell me that?" the driver said angrily.
"Drive the fucking thing!" Tommy threatens, handgun pointed at the driver.
"Shit! Okay, sir. Please, let's not proceed to violence." the driver shakes nervously as he shoves the car keys into the car hole to start it.
"Hey you!" oh god, the officer is back again, running towards the truck.
So Tommy did the most logical thing to do.
He grabbed an ice box full of dry ice and sent it flying towards the officer. It went off with a bang as the truck hit the road, back doors still swaying against the smoke the dry ice caused.
Hah, he's Tommyinnit.
Not only handsome, amazing and resourceful, but smart too!
"Well that was a dramatic escape, wasn't it?" Tommy said to the driver.
"Please, what do you want from me?" the driver said.
"Oh nothing. Just don't call the police on me. Or the orphanage." Tommy responded.
"You- are you a criminal?" the driver said in disbelief.
"What? No! Well, I mean, I am in way. Sometimes I'd steal some- ah let's not talk about that. But anyways, no, what the fuck dude, I'm sixteen." Tommy shakes his head.
The driver stops the truck suddenly, making Tommy hit the back of the passenger's seat with an 'oomph'.
"I- I know self defense!" the driver said, climbing out of his driver's seat and onto the back of the truck, fists out.
"C'mon big man, you wouldn't want to do that." Tommy scoffs.
He felt a foot suddenly kick the handgun out of his hands.
Oh fuck.
The driver lunges for the gun and points it at Tommy.
"Please, get out of here." the driver says.
Tommy laughs. "No."
"Wait, no?"
"No." he insists.
Tommy then kicks the driver in the gut sending the gun flying towards him. He catches it with one hand.
"Who knows self defense now? Bitch." Tommy smirks.
Okay, okay. He doesn't know self-defense. He just has a really a very good aim and a really hard kick.
"Don't kill me, I beg of you!" the driver pleads.
"That's right, beg! Apologize for your sins against me!" Tommy commands.
And with that, Tommy pulls the trigger of the gun. The driver's eyes were in shock as Tommy shot it at his chest.
The man braced himself for a bullet that never came. He opened his eyes only to see bubbles coming out of a glowing neon blue gun.
"What the fuck..." the driver asks in disbelief.
Tommy wheezes hard. How could someone be so stupid? Did the driver really think Tommy, a sixteen year old runaway from an orphanage, be a fucking murderer? People may describe him as "rude" or some shit but he's not that mean.
"Man, are you blind? It literally says it's a fuckin' toy at the side of the gun."
"This is nuts. I'm getting out of here. This is not real. This is not real." the driver calms himself down while stepping away from the truck.
"Hey! Who's gonna drive this thing?" Tommy yells. He got no answer and instead heard a distant mumble of something close to 'You're dreaming right now. This is nuts. This is not real.'
"Guess he woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Or car seat-" Tommy shrugs.
"Oh well, guess I have to drive." he says proudly.
Tommy decides to press a button near the steering wheel and it sprayed water onto the windows. "Woah. I really need a vehicle of my own now."
Tommy pulls a certain lever that made the truck make noises again. "That must be the on button." he grins to himself.
He reaches his foot and found a pedal.
Pressing on it, he turned the wheel to the right and suddenly the truck was moving again. Tommy straightens up and makes his way through the road, cars stopping in the direction he's coming through as if he's the king of the highway.
Tommy smiles to himself and yawns, yanking the steering wheel to the left with his own hand.
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. Holy shit, holy shit." Tommy panics as the wheel spins out of control.
He's about to hit a tree and-
Well, like something a reasonable person would do, Tommy did not pull on the brakes of the truck and instead opened the driver's seat's door and jumped out of it.
Tommy watches as the truck crashed on the tree, smashing the glass which would've been where he was if he didn't get out.
"Well, aren't I so lucky?" Tommy laughs nervously as he found a crowd of people staring at him.
He watches the glares of the people for a while before he decided it's the best time to run - again.
Tommy ended up at a playground. It was clean, surprisingly, unlike the the one back at the orphanage that smelled like a hundred kids' sweats mixed with rotten cheese. It was disgusting, really.
"Wait, what the hell?" Tommy stares off into the distance, watching as a little girl in a green jacket was on the grass playing with something that looked incredulously like....money?
Tommy approaches the little girl. "Hey, kid. I don't think you should be playing with this much amount of money."
The girl looks at him for a second and sticks her tongue out right after.
"How dare you stick your tongue out at me, the great Tommyinnit!"
The girl sticks her tongue out again, grabbing a piece of money from the ground.
Tommy felt extremely annoyed and so, he snatched the paper bill out of the child's hands. The kid shrieks and Tommy jumps back, startled.
"Well you shouldn't have stuck your tongue out at me. And you did it twice!" Tommy started fighting the child.
"Hey!" Tommy watches as a tall man suddenly bursts out of the bushes, pointing at him angrily.
Tommy stands up, paper bill still in his hand. "What the hell are you doing to my sister, dude?" the guy says.
"I wasn't doing anything, big man! Your sister stuck her tongue out at me." Tommy says, hands held up in the air.
"And you think you could just go stealing her toys?" the man says crossly.
"I wasn't stealing anyth-" Tommy was cut off by the man suddenly racing towards him.
Shit, shit, shit. He might actually die today.
Tommy runs to the street, cars beeping at him.
"Oi kid! What in the world do you think you're doing?" a random person yells at him while Tommy decided to climb their car, ready to jump to another.
And as our biggest man Tommyinnit leaped off the last car, he stepped on a foot. A fucking foot. Tommy lifts his head up and the guy who was chasing him was staring straight into his soul.
"You're screwed now, kid." the man snickers.
"Not if I screw you first!" Tommy puts on an evil smile and stomps on the foot of the guy again. Real hard.
"You little- argh" the guy screams in pain, clutching his foot.
"Bye, bitch!" Tommy runs to the alleyway behind them.
And the great Tommyinnit has succeeded in a dramatic escape once more.
Or not-
"Get back here!" the man chases after him with a limp.
"Oh-ho-ho. Well, that's an angry man." Tommy tries sprinting faster and climbs over a dumpster, just in time for his left hand to be caught hanging by the man.
"Got you." the guy laughs maniacally.
But well, you know Tommy. He knows little to none self-defense. So instead of twisting the guy's hand clutching onto his wrist, the next most rational thing to do is-
"You asshole!" the man cries, cradling his hand, bite marks clearly visible. Tommy has always been proud of his razor-like sharp teeth.
"Later loser." Tommy continues climbing up the dumpster and steps on a small house beside it's roof.
Sure, a few roof tiles fell on the other guy's head, still tending to his swollen hand, but this was a giant W for Tommy.
So, Tommy glances at the ground from the roof. "That's quite low. I could definitely handle that."
Tommy says, jumping off the roof's ledge, arms spread as if he'll be growing wings, flying up and about any time now.
He smiles at the sky. This was victory.
Before Tommy could celebrate his infamous breakout, he found his legs smashing on the ground. This was pain.
Must be karma. You know, for stomping on the guy's foot awhile ago.
The biggest man Tommyinnit - has twisted an ankle.
"For fuck's sake!" Tommy complains, leaning on a wall.
For all he knows, he won't be able to make it if he decides to go anywhere far.
Where oh where has all his luck gone?
An open window catches Tommy's eyes.
Ah, there we go, that's his luck!
Tommy half-crawls towards the window and climbs over it, landing with a quiet thud on a wooden floorboard.
Who the hell leaves their window open? Whoever owns this house is very fortunate, per se, seeing that out of all people that could've broken in, it was Tommy who did it. Like what, did they expect a thief? No, no, no. Nobody, and nobody I say, would ever expect a limping teenager to enter their house through a window at god know's what time of the night.
Tommy collapses onto the floor, breathing heavily.
He'll deal with whoever lives here some time later. Tommy knows it's wrong and this was considered trespassing but he'll leave out that problem for later.
He's really just so tired, okay?
So, Tommy welcomes himself to the familiar arms of sleep.
Tommy wakes up briefly early in the morning to his stomach grumbling.
Surely the owner of the house wouldn't mind. Or maybe wouldn't even notice if Tommy grabs a bite out of the shit in their fridge.
So he searches for the kitchen and sees the refrigerator.
There it is, there's his saving grace.
Tommy rushes to it and finds - water bottles, a single potato, more water bottles and...a chocolate cake.
He digs his hand into the cake, having not eaten the whole day.
Tommy reminds himself to close the fridge door, remembering when he left it open once back at the orphanage and it made a loud beeping sound which he heard all the way to his room.
But unlike at the orphanage, there wasn't a tall man rubbing his eyes, wearing pajamas standing right behind the door, no.
Tommy almost drops the cake in shock but the man started speaking.
"Hey Techno, you're still up?" he says.
"What?" Tommy asks as he tilts his head, making the moon light reflecting his golden hair.
"Oh, you're not Techno."
This is it. This is it. He's about to get caught, Tommy thinks. He searches his brain for different kinds of excuses to say to the man on why a random stranger suddenly appeared in their house, eating their chocolate cake.
"Hi Phil, didn't recognize you there, thought you were Techno. It's late at night, I'll be going back up after I close the windows. Forgot about it earlier" the man smiles sweetly at him.
Tommy gulps. The man thinks he's a different person. Aside from that, he also proceeded to double lock the front door and closed the window Tommy went through.
Great.
Just what Tommy needed.
A 0% chance to flee this random dude's house.
And with that, the taller man climbs up the stairs, yawning once more, and did not look back at Tommy.
Eh.
That wasn't so bad.
He'll figure this out tomorrow. Maybe, he could sneak out before the owner wakes up, but he's not sure what time he might wake up himself.
He'll wish for the best if he gets caught. Hopefully the owner won't call the police.
As far as he knows, three people lived here and the one he met was a pretty nice person.
Maybe.
Tommy places the cake back inside the fridge and finds a door near it.
This must be the attic, Tommy thought.
He opens it as quiet as possible and drags his legs along with him.
Lying down on the cold hard floor, away from all the problems of the world, Tommy closes his eyes.
Because the biggest, greatest man, Tommyinnit - really needs some fucking sleep tonight.