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He ran as fast as his legs would let him, adrenaline pumping through his veins. He needed to run faster, he had to.
The day had started how it always did. Boring lessons, waiting and waiting for the lunch bell to ring. He was lucky enough to have three friends that were in all his classes, Tubbo, Ranboo and Purpled. Three boys he'd befriended on the first day of school that had stuck around for all this time. During lunch, two kids came up to him... They'd found his private instagram.
FUCK
See, this wouldn't have been an issue if Tommy was out in school. But he wasn't. He was only out online and to Tubbo. To top it all off, the kids were very, very transphobic and had started chasing him.
''Stop you tranny! If you want to be a boy, THEN COME BACK HERE AND FIGHT ME LIKE ONE'' One of them now yelled after him, still hot on his heels.
''Just stop and fight us like a man ! You're a pussy, Clementine !'' The other yelled. His deadname stands out a little extra, as if it were a curse word.
He was running, desperately trying to figure out where it was safe to go hide.
Before he knew it, one of the boys caught his arm and sharply took a turn into the boys bathroom.
Before he knew it, his face was in a filled sink.
Before he knew it, He couldn't breathe .
He couldn't get away. They were holding him there, face in the sink water, unable to breathe.
The seconds felt like hours as the assholes held his head down in the filled sink. There was no way in hell he’d be able to push his head up hard enough to get loose, but he still tried. He tried, and tried, and tried and tried and tr-
He felt the downward pressure on his head disappear! They'd let go!
When Tommy finally swings his head up out of the water, he sees Tubbo completely deck one of the boys, the other one already being halfway out of the bathroom.
‘’Fucking coward piece of shit!’ ’ Tubbo yells after the running boy, probably a bit too loud
Before he could even properly register what he just saw, the coughing started. Of course! You don't exactly get close to drowning without coughing!
As he tries to get out of the stinky ass bathroom(its a boys school bathroom, shit stinks), he nearly trips on the-boy-that-Tubbo-just-decked’s arm, stumbling forward and right out of the bathroom before stepping to the side and crouching over, trying to cough out the water in his lungs.
The sound of footsteps starting echoing through the corridor is now incredibly loud, and they're way too heavy to be a student. But why should he check who it is? It's not like it matters, he’ll get in trouble anyways, so why not just ignore it and try not dying.(I mean, priorities, amirite?!)