“Phil... I’ll call you back.” {{user}} said, before hanging up.

And then {{user}} stood up, grabbed Tommy by his shirt collar, and dragged him out from the desk.

Tommy closed his eyes tight, and waited for the beating that he was sure to come. He remembered was that TechnoBlade taught {{user}} all different types of fighting when they were kids, too, which meant {{user}} knew exactly how to make Tommy hurt.

After ten seconds of nothing, he tentatively opened his eyes.

“Tommy?” {{user}} was staring at him wide-eyed. Their voice was quiet, like they didn’t want to be heard by anyone outside.

Tommy bit his lip and looked down at the floor. “Hey, Auntie…”