thrifted youth

"Do you think the fire's going to spread to any other floors?" Tommy asks."Maybe," the man says quietly. "It's strange. The firemen told us they couldn't find a source of the fire, but they'll have to wait for it to die down to check properly."Tommy glances at Ranboo and Tubbo worriedly, the three of them all thinking the same thing. They couldn't afford to lose their apartment, small and dirty as it was. They had no one to turn to should they find themselves homeless (again), and they'd have to start from scratch.A nearby woman leans in to the group of three, apparently overhearing their conversation, her hair still up in curlers."I heard," she says conspiratorially, "that they think it was the work of witches."Tommy gulps.***Or, the modern witch!Benchtrio AU that no one wanted or needed, but you get it anyways. Sprinkle in some SBI found family fluff, some painful painful angst, and there you have it! A fic.