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Tommy left the shop, closing the door behind him. He had the rap up shift at the cafe so it was about seven a clock and at this point, he was exhausted.
Tommy was 18 and lived in a small crappy apartment with his two best friends, Ranboo and Tubbo. They all had jobs and only just managed to pay rent and feed themselves but it wasn’t all bad, he enjoyed being with his friends and had fun at his job, he was happy.
Tommy turned left, heading in the direction of his apartment block. It was the middle of winter and therefore, quite dark. He wandered under the dim street lights in the quiet part of the city, no one else in sight.
Eventually he reached his apartment building, going inside and walking up the stairs. He reached his door, putting in his key and turning it till he heard a familiar click, then he opened the door to- as expected for a Thursday night, found no one at home.
He threw his bag on the couch before grabbing some pajamas and walking to the bathroom. He had a quick shower before hopping out.
Hair still wet, he walked to the kitchen, grabbing a few pieces of bread and chucking them together to make a quick sandwich, he couldn’t be stuffed making anything else. He sat on the couch and ate his food in silence.
Finally he eventually finished his meal and he stood up, walking to his room before flopping on his single bed and letting sleep override his thoughts.
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Tommy woke to the chilly night air and the feeling of hands wrapping around his ankles. Confusion clouded his already foggy thoughts and he opened his eyes to see a tall figure at the foot of his bed. He squinted.
“Wh- FUCK!”
Tommy was cut off halfway through his sentence as his head made contact with the floor. He thrashed violently in the grip on his ankles, the figure stopped moving and there was an annoyed mumble in another language that Tommy didn’t recognise.
Tommy grinned, thrashing harder.
Eventually the intruder dropped his feet, moving toward his upper body and grabbing him by the wrist. Then a strangely accented voice echoed in the quiet, “Can you stop fucking squirming and come on?”
Tommy looked pointedly at the silhouette of whoever this was. “Why the fuck would I do that when your been a bitch?”
The intruder froze and turned towards him and Tommy noticed that they were in possession of two glowing eyes. Huh. As Tommy’s eyes continued to grow accustomed to the dark he began to notice other things too, like we’re those… horns? What the fuck?
“Look, child-“
Tommy spluttered, interrupting the horned man, “I am a big man, for your information.”
The figure started. “Look here child, I don’t care. I simply need your human opinion to help settle a bet.”
Tommy paused in confusion, this meant he didn’t have time to react as a hole opened up in his bedroom floor and then the dude stepped in, yanking Tommy along with him.
Tommy screamed some very, very colourful words as he fell through the hole in the floor, many of which were directed at the guy falling with him. Like, who the fuck does he think he is!? Taking Tommy from his bed in the middle of the fucking night?
Suddenly, Tommy’s feet hit solid ground and he stumbled, trying to regain his balance. He looked up, blinking a few times to let his eyes readjust to the excess light of the area.
Tommy’s eyes widened.
Looking around Tommy saw that they appeared to be atop a large hill but… it was weird. The grass under his feet had a strange purplish tone and the sky was a mix of warm hues.
Then he saw the person who’d grabbed him.
They had slightly tanned skin and a mop of dark curls like a nest on their head. Two darker eyes framed by golden rimmed glasses stared at Tommy in amusement at whatever expression was over his features.
This wasn’t the part that made Tommy stare dumbfounded.
The part that made Tommy stare dumbfounded were the horns on the strangers head. They were a decent length and curved back with his skull before flicking up at the tips, he had a whip-like tail about four or five feet in length that ended in a swirl of fluff. Looking back at the stranger's face, Tommy noticed that he also possessed fangs which were displayed by the sharp grin on his face.
Was this guy a demon?
If so then did that mean-
“Who the fuck are you and where the fuck are we?” Tommy practically shouted as he glared daggers at the supposed demon.
The demon laughed at Tommy, a high, jittery thing that made Tommy want to laugh along. “My name is Wilbur and, by the looks of it, you already know where we are, now stop being a dumbfound bitch and hurry up.”
The demon- no Wilbur- turned on his heel and began walking down the hill.
Tommy spluttered. How dare this bitch order Big Man TommyInnit to do shit. “And if I don’t follow you?”
Wilbur turned his head to look at Tommy but continued walking, “Then good luck getting home!”
Right, fuck it, Tommy ran down the hill to catch up to Wilbur and continued walking. “You know, I thought hell had more fire and smoke and foreboding and devastating sights in it. But it’s so… peaceful here.”
Wilbur chuckled, “I mean, If you're in the right place at the right time it can most certainly appear as you’ve described but this is one of the nicer parts, we usually tend to stay around here.”
Huh, “Wait ‘we’?”
Suddenly there was an exclamation of greeting from the base of the hill and Tommy looked down to see what appeared to be a picnic rug with two more demons perched on it, one had long, pink hair weaved into a loose plate and bright red eyes, a set of jagged horns, they curved back like Wilbur’s but were devoid of the upwards curves on the ends. He had a shorter tail with the same fluff on the end but interestingly, instead of sharp fangs, he had protruding tusks that reached from his lower lip.
Looking to the other demon Tommy saw that he possessed shoulder length blond hair and two, sharp, ice blue eyes. He had two, elegant and detailed horns, by far the largest out of the three, reaching up from his skull. A long, fluffier tail whisked around on the rug, peeking from under green robes.
As Tommy and Wilbur sat on the rug, the three demons stared at each other. Wilbur then pointed at the pink haired demon, “this is Techno,” his fingers moved to the second demon, “and this is Phil.”
“Hullo.”
“Hi mate.”
“Hi.”
An awkward silence followed before Phil spoke up, “And your name?”
Oh yeah, “uh Tommy.”
Another pause.
“Wait, so why exactly did I get pulled out of my warm bed at some ungodly hour in the middle of the fucking night my this bitch?” He say pointing to the demon becide him.
“Hey! Says you, you kick and scream like a two year old then call yourself a ‘big man’!” Wilbur said the last two words in a mocking tone that made Tommy gasp in horror.
“Oh you bitch! I am Big Man TommyInnit now fuck off!”
Tommy lept at Wilbur and the next thing he knows the two of them are having a sort of slap fight wrestling match, rolling around through the grass.
“Boys! Stop your squabbling, you're both acting like three year olds, now get back over here so we can settle this.”
Tommy and Wilbur paused, not making a move before a slight clicking came from Phil and Tommy could hear the warning tone.
Quickly he untangled his limbs from Wilbur’s and stood up, moving back over to the rug, Wilbur not far behind.
“Tommy, to answer your question, these two have been squabbling for over a century about weather or not humans eat sand.”
Tommy burst into laughter, folding over and clutching his stomach. “We- you- you’ve been arguing for over a fucking century about weather or not humans eat sand?”
Wilbur spluttered, “W- surely, surely, you all eat sand right!?”
Tommy laughed harder, “No bitch, we don’t eat fucken sand on a regular basis!”
Techno grinned at Wilbur from his spot on the rug, “I told you, eating sand is not normal Wilbur. They don’t eat sand.”
Tommy watched as Wilbur stared in absolute bafflement before crossing his arms and pouting. “I’m not wierd, the rest of the world is fucking wierd, non of you know what the hell your missing out on.”
“Still, I win.”