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Tommy was relieved to finally be leaving the orphanage. He despised the woman in charge. As he was walking out of the gate, he overheard the woman yell at him, "Good luck finding anyone to help you, you brat!" as he walked away. He flipped her off and continued walking, loving the feeling of never having to see her again. Sure, he would miss all of the little ones, but it's for the best that he's leaving. As he traveled down the path, he observed that it split at a point where one sign pointed to St. Petersburg and the other had no description. He couldn't read the sign because it was so faded.
Tommy was on his way to St. Petersburg when he came across a little dog laying in the snow. He walked over to the little guy and picked him up. He didn't want to see him die from frostbite. "I'm thinking of naming you... Shroud." Tommy said to himself. He then continued walking while holding Shroud tight to his chest. He could tell he was going to have a wonderful night right away. I mean, he's finally gotten out of the orphanage and will be traveling to Paris on his own. It's always been his dream, and he's happy to be able to achieve it.
Tommy begins to hear people talking after a few hours. He's overjoyed, so he starts running with Shroud in his arms. He is eager to meet the other people as soon as possible. He's picturing how everyone will behave. What will all of them sound like? Do they speak with an accent? Do they all like each other, or do they all despise each other? That's when he gets his first glimpse of St. Petersburg. He runs into the city, looking around at everything. He begins to walk around, fascinated by everything he sees.
When he feels the cold slowly creeping up his back, he looks around for a warm place to go. That's when he notices a large, slightly run-down building. He raced over to the building, hoping that he would be able to get in. He notices that every entrance is boarded up. He sees a crack in one of the planks and begins taking it off the doorway so he can get in.
He runs inside and looks around after yanking them off. He is taken aback by how wonderful it appears. He has the impression that something is wrong; everything appears to be too familiar. He doesn't know why he recognizes most of the stuff. It's as if he's been here before, but it's impossible he's ever left the orphanage.
Tommy continues to look around, and you start to hear voices coming from up the stairs. He starts to walk up the stairs to try and see who is talking when he notices a portrait. What he finds weird is that the youngest child in the picture looks like him. Tommy continues to look around when he starts to hear voices coming from up the stairs.
He starts to walk up the stairs to try and see who was talking, and from there he’s able to get a better look at the portrait. What he finds weird is that the youngest child in the picture looks like him. But he doesn't believe that it could be him. There's absolutely no way that he used to be a member of this family; that's absurd.
He's too preoccupied with his own thoughts to notice the people coming down the staircase behind him. He's frightened when someone pulls him backwards from behind. He starts panicking and tries to get the person off of him. But they won't let go, so he stops trying to get out of their hold.
"Now, you will tell me who you are and how you got in here." The person who is holding him inquires.
"Listen, dude, I came in through there." Tommy pointed over to the hole that he made to get in. "And who I am is of no importance to you." Tommy responded.
The other guy in the room sighed. "Tubbo, let him go; he's not a threat."
The man who was holding him, "Tubbo," let go, and he fell to the ground. He winced in pain and attempted to start standing up when the other dude, who was as tall as hell, might he add, extended his hand to assist him. He accepted the assistance and murmured a small thank you.
"No problem; as you know, that's Tubbo, and I'm Ranboo. What's your name?" The tall bitch said.
"My name is Tommy." He said it with a tinge of impoliteness. "However, you need to keep your friend under control." He continued afterwards.
"I deeply apologize for the way he acted." Ranboo responded.
Tubbo huffed in the background. "Well, it’s his fault for even being here in the first place." "He has no business being here."
"Okay, listen, I only came here because I needed to be somewhere warm because it was freezing cold outside." Tommy informed him.
Tubbo then crossed his arms and scowled at Tommy. Tommy frowned back at him, much to his chagrin. "Are you going to let me stay here for the night or what?" "I just need to be here for one night before I’m off to Paris."
Tubbo went to face Ranboo to negotiate allowing Tommy to stay when he noticed something. He grabbed Ranboo's arm and dragged him away from Tommy before pointing to the portrait.
"He looks a lot like Prince Thomas." He murmured quietly to Ranboo.
"We must make sure that he comes with us to Paris. Think about how much money we could make if we informed the King that we had located his missing son."
"Fine, but we have to be careful; we can't let him know what we'll be doing," Ranboo said, glancing back up at the portrait, then back at Tommy. He muttered.
"Don't worry, he won't find out, I swear." Tubbo responded.
Tommy coughed loudly to get their attention. He was fed up with them ignoring him. When they looked over at him, he had his arms crossed and one of his brows arched, indicating that he was impatiently waiting. "Well? Can I stay?" he questioned.
Ranboo looked over at Tubbo, and he nodded to him. "Yeah, you can stay; we could also take you to Paris with us if you're in need of a ticket." "We have an extra one."
Tommy began to think to himself. Does he accept their offer and ride with them, or does he try to find his own way to Paris? He decides that it is best if he joins them. He doesn't have any money to spend on a ticket in the first place.
"I'll join you. But what do you expect in return?" He questioned them.