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When Tommy's parents died, they left behind their D&D stuff. The dice, character sheets, the books, figurines. You name it, that probably had it. And when they had died, all of it went to Tommy, most of it was kept with a family friend until he wanted to access it. Tommy also stayed with the family friend, as the family friend had just lost a loved one and was dealing with stuff. Whatever, Tommy only recalled one moment when he actually remembered the guy.
Tommy looked at the time sighing, before turning around in bed, as it was four in the morning, and Dream said everyone should get enough sleep to at least make it through the day, as it was an important day. Or whatever. It doesn't matter, he's probably gonna fall asleep at the counter.
He shuts his eyes, Sighing, hoping to at least sleep until seven, as that was a reasonable time, and it was a longer sleep than usual. It was clear others were still awake, the younger ones that had too much energy looking at their phones that their drug addict parents got for them. Tommy wasn't joking when he said that. A lot of the kids don't stay long, going back to their parents, then going to another place. Or going between each place every week. The kid eventually does not like their parents, and gets out of the arrangement as soon as they can.
The older kids that were awake, were probably thinking about how they were going to run away from this place. One time, a kid named Jack ran at the age of like 14 when Tommy was 12, Tommy later found him working at a coffee shop. They talked, Jack's life turned out fine, he got to live with someone named Niki, and it was fine. Other kids wanted to follow in his footsteps, become runners, Jack was lucky.
Tommy's heard horror story's, like the one time a girl before Jack ran, and no one knows where she went. Her name started with Gem or something, but most of the kids that run, get sent back in, and are put on higher surveillance. Tommy's only run once, and that was because the last place he was at wasn't the best. He hasn't run since, but it still says flight risk, probably as he threatens to do it all the time.
Tommy closes his eyes tighter, hoping to block out the noises of the place around him. The shuffling of other people moving, the slight rain outside. He turns around again, curling in on himself, to hopefully be more comfortable and actually fall asleep. It feels like an eternity, but he falls asleep.
Tommy looks around, there's a table in an otherwise sea of darkness. Hesitating, Tommy walks towards the table. On it is a single dice, Tommy looks both ways, as if he's crossing a street. He picks up the die, he looks at it. It's a d20 his mind supplied as he turns it around in his hand. Looking at the table, he can now see what it looks like. The table is a dark brown, it's simple. The chairs around it are normal, except one, which has a gold plating on the top of it. He can't read the words, they're blurry.
Tommy sighs, before rolling the dice. He rolls a 15.
Waking up confused, he looks around, confused as to where that dream even took place. Rubbing his head, he looks at the time 6:42. Tommy supposes it's enough sleep, and gets up the rest from the bed. A few kids are gone from their beds, probably already preparing for the day.
Tommy hums as he brushes his teeth after taking a shower, he spits out the spit infused toothpaste. Wiping his mouth with his sleeve, he looks at himself in the mirror. He wants to punch the mirror, make it feel like he's punching himself. But he doesn't. Instead, he puts his head down and walks out of the shared bathroom.
Going down the stairs, he thinks about things. What will he do when he gets out of this place? These places are the only things he remembers. Tommy could probably go to college, get away from the small town and never come back. Get a job and never look back. Both options seemed pleasing.
The dining room was busy, the older kids cooking, and the early birds of the younger kids sat at the breakfast table. Tommy probably would've had to cook, but he almost burnt the place down so he was banned from ever using the stove, and oven.
Being up early means that you didn't miss food, or didn't get last pickings. It always sucked when you did, because you'd basically have little or have no food. Tommy runs his hand through his hair, kind of moving it to one side before it switches back. Tommy huffs at his hair, it never stays straight, even with a straightener.
Tommy grabs food, glad to be one of the first people there. He sits down to eat, quickly does, and puts the plate into the sink.
He looks outside, a few kids already playing something out there.
“Tommy come here!” He heard a voice say. Turning around, he sees Dream right there. Tommy walks up to the other blond, “you're being fostered, go get your stuff.”
Always the clear one, never giving anything on who it was that was going to. Tommy goes up to his room, having not really paid attention, all he basically heard was foster. But he still knows the drill, pack, leave, and stay there forever long, before coming back.
Grabbing the few things that weren't his clothes, he put them at the bottom of the bag before putting all the clothes on top. Worst case scenario they check his bag, before he could make it back at that point, they wouldn't make it all the way to the bottom of his stuff before he would come back.
Tommy goes down the stairs, no one there except dream. “You're going to a guy named Sam, your family asked you to be with him when they died, but he declined due to things. They're now accepting, so you're going with them.”
The car ride to this guy Sam’s house was boring. There was nothing to do, he couldn't fidget, he couldn't draw, as all of his stuff was at the bottom of his bag.
The house this guy Sam lived in was in a spot where it was secluded, and no one lived around the area. The house was a two story house that was sort of big, but not overly so. It was made out of mostly cobblestone, and wood. Vines were everywhere, and overall the house was homy.
Dream got out first, walking to the door, and knocking. There was no answer or a few moments before it opened up, and there was a person in the doorway. They talked for a few minutes, before Dream beckoned over Tommy. So he opened the door, and stepped out with his bag, and closed the car door.
As he walks closer he can fully see this Sam guy, blond hair, green eyes. And yup, while his memories are blurry he can actually remember the guy.
Sam smiles warmly before saying, “your room is upstairs in the first room, I'll talk to you later after I talk to dream alright?” Tommy just nods along, before going inside, and upstairs.