I draw and write dsmp g/t stories, headcanons, drabbles, and aus!
Feel free to ask me about whatever, send in au ideas, submissions, or just spam my askbox with headcanons, jokes, or just half assed ideas you think of at two in the morning when you should be asleep, itâs all good!
Iâm also always up for story prompts, so send them in whenever and Iâll get back to them as soon as I can! I canât promise that itâll be right away, but Iâll try!
Im chill with angst, violence, and v*re, but letâs keep it sfwđ
(also a reminder that the stories and aus are all about the characters and not the ccs themselves)
Thank you so much if you do answer this! ^^đđđđ
Hi anon!!
i personally only write vore for minecraft smps, primarily Dream SMP, but occasionally Origins SMP and Qsmp when iâm feeling it (also for the record for other people who asked: i donât know anything about Hermitcraft, sorry!). if iâm being honest, i am in so few fandoms outside of those. However, if there were to be another fandom i knew, it would be analog horror!
iâll admit that the odds iâll actually write vore for something outside of minecraft on this blog is very slim, but never zero! and i do like analog horror so im always down to talk about it! i also have a non-vore horror account called @cynningly if you ever just wanna chat horror!
but thank you for sending the ask for clarify! you are not the first person to ask about non-mcyt things so thank you for giving me a way to talk about what iâll post! have a great day!! âš
anyway hereâs a snippet for the next Store Shifter AU story! Yâall are finally figuring out what the hell is up with George, so place your final guesses now!
(hereâs the og post talking about George for those of you that havenât seen it)
sorry itâs so short, itâs hard to keep someoneâs species a secret when the story is literally about their species.
Also iâm gonna post a poll soon to help me finish the story cause i may have messed up something whoops-
WOW itâs been 3 years and this still isnât posted!! WHOOPS!!!!
yeah iâll finish this soon, promise. especially now that George has been properly introduced in the Store Shifter AU, i can fully explain how he figured out he was a shifter, how he got to England, and how he ended up reuniting with his family back in America >:)
short Store Shifter AU silly story that iâve just had in the back of my head in forever
(technically not g/t but itâs a g/t au so it counts)
Dream didnât work as the manager at a store cause it was peaceful. He didnât. He didnât walk into work thinking that everyone would speak quietly and politely and have perfect manners. He expected screaming children, horrible customers, broken items.
That being said, he was not prepared to get complaints about a screaming match from the employee only stock room.
Moving closer to the door to handle the problem, he immediately knew why everyone was complaining. Holy shit they were loud. Preparing himself for whatever heâd find behind the door, he moved in to assess what had happened.
The place was a mess. There were crates of fruit and vegetables everywhere for some ungodly reason, and in the middle of it all screaming at each other were Sapnap and George, the only people heâd asked to work the backrooms that day.
âWhat the hell happened in here?!â Dream yelled just to be heard, and both immediately fell silent before Sapnap shot back in.
âYour boyfriend is fucking blind!â
âIâm not youâre just an idiot!!â
âOk, ok,â Dream cut in, trying to defuseâŠwhatever this was. âWhat happened. Explain, Sapnap first. Cause heâs worked here longer.â Dream elaborated at Georgeâs pout.
âI was sorting things as I always do and George said I was doing it wrong and started putting it other places and I said âno iâm notâ and he insisted I was.â
âOk, now George.â
âHe canât fucking read. Iâm trying to sort the tropical fruits in one area and vegetables in another! Heâs sticking, likeâŠcelery and bananas together and stuff!â
âHeâs sorting by color, George.â
âI just couldnât think of any other fruit off the top of my head that was the same color, but you get my point.â George waved him off. âSome of these have shorter shelf lives, but he doesnât know that cause he canât read the labels.â Dream paused at that. DidâŠ.he mean ripe yellow bananas or was he thinking of less ripened green ones? Shouldnât he have been able to figure out what Sapnap was doing?
âHe was complaining that I was putting lemons and limes in the same crate.â Sapnap interjected, arms crossed and still obviously irritated.
âWhy wouldnât you separate them?? What if someone wants a lemon and they pick up a lime by mistake?â George insisted.
âThen theyâd put it down and pick up a lemon, dumbass.â
That comment almost got another shouting match started between them, but Dream was starting to put the pieces together.
âGeorge. Look over here.â Dream walked over to the crates, picking up a lime in one hand and a lemon in the other. âWhich one of these is the lime.â He asked calmly. Sapnap looked confused, but George just sighed in frustration.
âYou canât fucking tell! Thatâs why they should be in different crates, theyâre like the exact same fruit-â
âNo, George, theyâre not.â Dream interrupted calmly. âSapnap and I can tell the difference between them fine. ItâsâŠitâs just you.â Now it was Georgeâs turn to look confused. Dream set the fruits down.
âWhat color is grass?â
âWhat??â
âJust answer, George.â
George rolled his eyes. âGreen. Duh.â
âOk, now point to a fruit thatâs the same color as grass.â
George pointed at a pineapple, and Sapnap stared at him like he had two heads. Dream put his head in his hands.
âGeorge I think youâre colorblind.â
âWhat the fuck is that??â
âIt means that you canât see colors like the rest of us can. To Sapnap and I, a pineapple looks nothing like grass. Thatâs a different color but i donât think you can see it.â George and Sapnap were wide eyed. Dream continued. âIt also means that I paired a man who sorts by color and canât read with a man who sorts by words and canât see colors. Thatâs why you two havenât been able to agree on anything.â
They were both silent for a moment. âThatâŠactually makes a lot of things make sense.â Sapnap replied eventually. âWe could never trust him to gather berries cause he brought back poisoned ones a few times.â
âMore than a few. Tina banned me from cooking.â George admitted. âSo I justâŠcanât see colors?â
âYou see colors differently.â Dream tried to explain. âI donât know what kind of colorblindness you have, but you can probably see some colors but not others. We can figure it out later, there are tests for it. In the meantime, I can get Hannah or Foolish in here to help George, cause they sort with words, too. Sapnap, you wanna come help me with something else?â
Sapnap and George looked over to each other for a moment, and Dream was reminded that for as much as it looked like theyâd only known each other for a few weeks from his perspective, the two of them had years of history between them as they seemingly communicated without saying or doing anything.
âThatâs alright.â George eventually said, turning back to Dream. âI think we can figure this out, now that we know the issue.â
âWe like working with each other,â Sapnap added. âEven if it may not sound like it.â
âWell, if you two can keep it down and not attack each other, I think I can let you finish this. Just let me know if you need anything else, ok? George, if you need extra help right now, there are apps you can download that tell you actual colors.â
The two nodded at Dream, going back to the fruit with Sapnap now obnoxiously announcing the proper color of every single item. George fondly pushed him away, rolling his eyes and telling him to shut it or on the rare occasion, actually be surprised by what Sapnap said and ask more about it. Dream just took a minute to watch them bicker, laughing to himself as he eventually let them be.
i know the anniversary post is a little late given that it turned 5 in April, but given that itâs also my 21st birthday today, i wanted to post the thank you now!
i absolutely love the community i have here. If youâd have told me at 16 that iâd still be doing the same thing with the same stories and blog at 21 and people would still be here to enjoy it, i wouldnât have believed it. so thank you for your love and kind words over the years!!
I made a huge thank you post a few years ago that you can read here, but every single person i thanked there is still someone iâm so incredibly thankful for. in fact, i encourage all of you to go back and re-read that message, because all of it remains true.
I promise, if youâve ever even so much as liked one of my posts, youâve been noticed and appreciated more than you know.
All of my wonderful mutuals, the people who like, comment, and reblog my work, the people who send me asks, draw me fanart, message me, and who tell me how much iâve inspired them are all so kind and make me love writing and drawing on here!!
Hi Everyone!! iâm not dead, hereâs an angsty Store Shifter AU comic as a thanks for being patient with me!!
(thereâs not a current story lined up with this comic, but i can give context under the cut! if you donât wanna go further in depth, hereâs all you need to know: this is how Quackity and Karl found out about storing. If you want to read the comic with context, iâd suggest reading whatâs under the cut first, then coming back to the art!)
(please click and scroll iâm begging you, also I typed out the text in the alt text if my handwriting is illegible)
Full context under the cut! Itâs just me ranting about what led to this!!
cw: vore, borderline panic attacks with basically all parties involved, starvation mention
Sapnap has only stored someone once: Bad, and it went so poorly that he cut contact with everyone in his life but Karl and Quackity and got so afraid of eating that he starved himself so bad he almost died. So whatâs the logical thing to do? Clearly ignore that it ever happened. Also ignore the random multiple instances of amnesia from moving through the forest from the colony to the store where you went to bed with such severe stomach pain that you could barely see, blacked out, and woke up far from base with rodent fur or fish scales stuck in your teeth. Thereâs nothing to worry about there, obviously.
So yeah Sapnap is stupid and hasnât put anything together: during the year that it takes the trio to find and decide to settle in the store, heâs been subconsciously going after vaguely borrower-sized prey in the forest that satisfy his instincts less, but he was still too traumatized from the incident with his father for even his instinctive self to try swallowing Quackity or Karl and risk losing them, too.
Sapnap wakes up first in the morning and doesnât register anything wrong. He gets ready for work and takes a moment to realize that Karl isnât where he fell asleep, which isnât new for him; he may have gotten up early to borrow. Heâs done it before. Sapnap carefully moves Qâs sleeping form to a vent so no other employees find him and starts his shift.
Then Karl wakes up. He doesnât know where he is: Sapnap hears him calling out, moving around, trying to feel for a way out. Heâs confused, heâs scared. Sapnap is, too. He didnât even know, how could he have done this, why would he do this?? He locks himself in a broom closet, trying not to sob, hyperventilating into his hands as silently as possible. Sapnap can hear tears well up in Karlâs voice as his pleas for Quackity and Sapnap himself get louder, can feel Karlâs hands shake as he pounds them against the inside of his body, andâŠand Sapnap canât say anything. If he speaks out, if he assures Karl that heâs ok, Karl will know. Heâll know that heâs in a monster, heâll figure out where he is, who heâs inside of. And Sapnap canât handle losing him like this, not after losing his dad the same way.
Another thing to note for this that I havenât touched on before is Karlâs backstory. Iâve mentioned heâs the only indoor borrower, but that he met Sap and Q when he moved outside. This is because his indoor colony was found and killed by humans when he was young, and he ran from the house into the woods where Badâs colony found him and took care of him (he just went to a different personâs house each night, whoever had enough spare food to cook him a meal and space to let him sleep).
But they didnât find him immediately: he wandered around the woods scared, confused, and alone for a while. He was half dead and starving when someone brought him to the colony he would eventually consider home.
Sapnap meanwhile decides his best course of action is to wait until Karl falls asleep, then let him out. Hopefully he can tell when Karl falls asleep, then figure out how to get him out, then try to explain why heâs soaked, then try and think of an excuse for ignoring Quackity all day, then explain to his co-workers why he wonât respond when they try to make conversation or ask why his face is so red or why his eyes are tear stained and bloodshot-
Needless to say, this has all taken a toll on Sapnap. Dream forces him to take the break heâs been neglecting all day (Quackity knows how to get to the break room, and if heâs corned there by him, he might break. Heâs never been a good liar, especially not to Quackity, who he loves like he loves no one else and whoâs been able to read him like a book since they were children. Heâs already lying to Karl, and he already feels like itâs killing him, carving a hole in his heart. He canât face Quackity. He canât afford to break), because he looks like shit and feels like shit and frankly has never been this stressed in his life. Sitting on the beanbag in the break room heâs been forced into by his boss for a second couldnât hurt. Itâs been a really, really long day. Itâll only be for a second, and he really needs to justâŠnot think for a minute. Just for a minuteâŠ
1 hour later, Quackity finds Sapnap asleep in the break room. Heâs furious, heâs upset, heâs confused. He scales the beanbag and yells, pleading for Sapnap to wake up, to help him find Karl. He moves to the front of Sapnap, banging on his chest shouting for him to hear him and wake up!
Hi wanted to know if you are accepting requests and if you are still in the mcyt fandom?? I have a story not a vore story but wanted to see if you would be interested.
Hi!!
Yes, I donât close requests! However, i am an incredibly busy individual and cannot promise that i will get to it at a reasonable time. I only get so much time to write and I do tend to focus on my own aus when I am free. Also while I am still in the mcyt fandom, i only write for dsmp (and dsmp adjacent things like osmp). So basically just that cast of characters. (sorry to anyone who has submitted hermitcraft prompts, i donât know who those people are.)
But you can absolutely still send requests! I have put my own stuff on the back burner before when a random ask gave me inspiration, but I canât make any promises.
iâm not dead!! my uni semester ends in a week, so iâll get back to posting soon, yay! also look out for a blog anniversary post at some point: this blog turned 5 years old in april and i want to make a post for that cause wow! thatâs a lot!!
anyway take a Going On Account skephalo noms doodle as an apology for my absence
Any fun facts or ideas you wanna share about goa (or store shifters or literally any of the other aus)?
this was sent forever ago but this drawing was also made forever ago so whatever!
Iâve talked a little about Bad and Skeppy in the Going on Account au: Badâs a kraken and Skeppy is a fairy. So the size difference between them is already crazy when Bad is normal since Skeppy is the smallest member of the crew. When Badâs a kraken though, Skeppy is literally sprinkle sized. Heâs tiny tiny. Bad doesnât hang out as a kraken too much, mainly cause almost everyone he cares about is either human sized or small (barring Foolish whoâs a leviathan mer and Karl whoâs a dragon) and he doesnât want to hurt them. Skeppy, however, has never been afraid of Bad in his life. Bad finds this endearing but still doesnât like to put Skeppy (or anyone else) in potential danger due to his size, so he generally only uses his true form for emergenciesâŠ
iâm really bad at answering asks. like really bad at it. but there are some really good and interesting asks both for my aus and for random ideas! and i wanna do stuff with them!
but also a lot of them were sent upwards of 3 years ago, some by blogs who are no longer in the dsmp/mcyt sphere. and idk if they want me answering asks for a fandom they arenât in anymore.
so tldr: is it weird for me to answer asks years after they were sent by either an anon or an ex-mcyt g/t blog?
itâs ok to answer all asks no matter how old
itâs weird to answer all old asks
itâs ok to answer old anons, but not blogs no longer in the mcyt g/t fandom
itâs ok to answer old blogs no longer in the mcyt g/t fandom, but not old anons
Voting ended onMar 23
(i donât think anyone has an issue with the last answer but i put it to be safe)
this is especially helpful if you are a moot of mine no longer in the fandom and donât want me answering your old asks. send me something or comment on this and i wonât!
After Me, The Flood part 3!! Itâs so goddamn long!
part 1 | part 2 | part 3
also because this is an au started back in 2020/21, it does include this auâs version of Wilbur. With that said: wss dni i will beat you off with a stick.
cw: soft, safe vore
Saturday could not have come quick enough. The majority of the week Tommy had had consisted of hanging with his best friends to destress, trying (and failing) to avoid Purpled, trying (and failing) to get a read on how Dream had anything to do with this, and forgetting about homework because he was so caught up in everything else. So finally going home for two solid days sounded awesome to him.
As always, Phil welcomed him home Friday evening with a warm hug and well made food, asking about how Tommyâs classes had been and chatting about what heâd sold that day. Phil had two jobs, one that consisted of some boring office work, and one that allowed him to explore and adventure. Mostly, Phil liked to mine, and on days when his sons were busy heâd go out to the forests and caves outside of town and bring back valuable crystals that heâd sell to a little crystal and witchcraft store in town. Since Phil was getting them himself, the owner of the store could buy and sell them cheaper than big retails did and make a better profit. Also Tommy was almost certain his dad had a crush on the woman in charge, but he wasnât touching that with a 10 foot pole. At least he got to keep some of the prettier rocks his dad brought back.
Soon enough, Techno was home from grading papers and Wilbur was home from whatever musical heâd been helping put on at the campus. The four of them ate a peaceful (by their standards) dinner before retreating to their rooms. Tommy hadnât even fully undressed before passing out on his bed, the stress of the week and the many implications heâd been presented weighing on him heavily.
He was so glad to be done with that for a few days.
~~~
Tommy was beginning to learn that unfortunately, he did not have any better luck dealing with his school issues at home.
He stared at his ceiling, having woken up between 1-3 hours ago and having done nothing but eaten a breakfast bar.
Without any work to distract him, Tommy began to think about everything again. Purpled, Dream, the vial, Perseus. Without anything to distract himself, he found himself trying to put the pieces together, make it make sense. But he couldnât. There wasnât a way in the world that a transfer student an a guy way older than Tommy could know what he was. Not unless they went to Tommyâs old school and knew him when his powers were fucked up, but neither of them could have.
If only there was someone who knew something. Someone who maybe could have some information from when he was youngerâŠ
maybe his brothers knew something?
Good enough, he supposed. Talking to either of them would be leagues easier than sitting and overthinking everything on his own. So he jumped out of bed and went to Wilburâs room. He was the oldest (though not by much), so logically, he would remember the time Phil brought Tommy home best. Maybe heâd have some key detail!
~~~
âNope, sorry Toms.â Wilbur said, leaned against his doorframe.
âCâmon, anything? Like, something weird I had on me? Some weird marking? Wearing something weird?â
âYou were wearing dadâs hoodie when he brought you in. Or, tied in dadâs hoodie, more like. He found you naked and alone, surviving like a wild animal. Had to keep you tied up just in case you would try to attack him. But I donât remember too well; Tech and I were a little too busy making sure dad wasnât gonna bleed out to notice anything odd about the kid he brought back.â
That, Tommy knew. Phil had had his number of encounters with wild animals in his time searching through forests and caves. He had the scars to prove it, too; thick jagged lines and teeth patterned punctures littering his skin. One specific scar seemed to bother Phil especially, on his right forearm where it almost looked like a chunk of flesh had been removed. He kept it covered most of the time, with hoodies or a compression sleeve he wore on hotter days. He kept it covered so often that Tommy hadnât even registered that it was the scar he got rescuing Tommy himself until years after it had happened.
Apparently, Phil had been coming home from a mining trip when he stumbled upon a kid running from a coyote. He stepped in and managed to save Tommy at the expense of the coyote getting a hold of his arm and tearing a chunk out of it. Well, that was the story he told his two eldest, anyway, so thatâs what they told Tommy when he eventually saw a glimpse of it for the first time and was too embarrassed to ask Phil directly.
âAnything else weird?â Tommy relented, making Wil chuckle. âWhat, that wasnât weird enough for you?â Tommy rolled his eyes. âYou know what I mean. Other than the general âmysterious missing kidâ shit I donât remember, were there any other reason to suspect I wasâŠdifferent?â
ââŠare you doing ok?â Wilbur asked, face full of concern. âWhy are you asking about all this now? You never cared to know this stuff before.â
âBecause I wasnât worried about anything hunting me before.â He thought.
âWhat, a guy canât be curious?â Was what he said instead, hoping his joke-y tone could make Wilbur worry less, and it seemed to do the trick. âI guess. Iâd talk to Techno, though. He might know better than me.â Wilbur shrugged, and Tommy sighed.
âFair enough. Come on, letâs go interrogate to see if he remembers anything.â
~~~
âNot even a little.â Techno responded from his place on his bed, not even looking up from where he was hunched over his laptop. âJust what Wilbur remembers. Dad was hurt, you kinda just sat there staring as we got him the first aid and he disinfected it.â
âI mean, we did just kinda sit with you for a bit.â Wilbur added, wandering into Technoâs room and dropping himself at his desk (why Techno chose to do his work on his bed and not at the perfectly available desk was beyond Tommy). âDad didnât want us to help him wrap up his arm cause there was so much blood, so we all kinda just sat there while he was washing off in the bathroom. I guess it was kinda weird that you were just silent.â
âThatâs true, I guess.â Techno shrugged. âBut to be fair, you were a kid whoâd just been attacked by a coyote, you were probably in shock. But you didnât leave that state for a while. It took you a while of being with us to start talking, and you havenât stopped since.â
Tommy sat on the foot of the bed between his brothers and socked Techno in the arm, who didnât even flinch as he continued. âYou wanna know my honest thought at the time? I always kind of assumed youâd had bad parents. You were malnourished, wouldnât talk, and didnât know anything a basic school would have taught a 8 year old. You didnât even know your own name.â
Techno had finally looked up, meeting Tommyâs eyes, a rare moment of readable and genuine emotion on his face: pity. Tommy didnât have words for that, so he looked to Wilbur, who had the same look. Techno glanced to him, eyes begging that he add his opinion, and Wilbur cracked, sighing.
âAt best, I thought you were kicked out or ran away from an abusive house who didnât teach you anything. At worst, I assumed you lost your memory to trauma from said abusive house.â
âOh.â Tommy whispered, voice cracking a bit. âI mean, I guess thatâs a fair guess. I probably would have assumed the same.â
Truth be told, he never thought about what it must have been like for them. They were all too well aware that Tommy didnât retain a single memory from the first 9 years of his life, not even Phil rescuing him. To be honest, they werenât even sure thatâs how old he was. They assumed he was 8 when Phil found him and at some point heâd been in their care for so long that they just decided heâd probably be 9 at this point. Again, he couldnât remember. He just knew that the first few months with the Crafts were blurry at best. But his first solid memories were at home, with them. He didnât remember a life without them, but they remember having to watch over a random child while fearing that their dad would bleed out from a while animal attack. They remember teaching him to read and write, and he justâŠdoesnât. It sucks for him, but it must suck for his brothers, too.
They sat in silence, not a single one of them willing to unpack what had just been said.
âI mean, thereâs the meat thing, too.â Techno added, and Wilbur shot up, clearly grateful for the subject change.
âOh yeah! The meat thing! The first thing dad said when he brought you in was âdonât let him eat meat.â Like, he dropped you on the couch, told us not to feed you until he got back, and locked himself in the bathroom.â
âWait, what? Why??â Tommy sputtered, the previous uncomfortable atmosphere of the conversation almost forgotten.
âDonât know, all I know is that after dad bandaged his arm up he made you pasta and told us that youâd be staying for a while. Youâve been vegetarian ever since, as far as Iâm aware.â
âWell, yeah, butâŠâ Tommy trailed off. Now that Wilbur mentioned it, he really didnât know the last time heâd eaten meat, or if he ever had. Heâd never questioned why it was just ingrained in him to avoid meat products. Heâd always assumed it was his love of things like cows and chickens, butâŠhad Phil really pushed that on him on purpose?
âWe donât know anything about that, though. He never explained it to us.â Techno said, cutting off Tommyâs inner monologue. âIf you want more information on that, you gotta go to Phil.â
Well, that wasnât a bad idea.
~~~
âDad?â Tommy questioned, creaking Philâs office door open. His dad sat on his computer, t-shirt on and a familiar sleeve over his right arm, headphones on and humming something before he saw his youngest at the door. âOh hey Toms! Whatâs up?â He asked, dropping the headphones and pushing his chair away from his desk to better get a look at Tommy, who hadnât moved from the door.
âOk, so, this is going to sound really odd, butâŠdid you have any idea what I was when you found me?â
Philâs face shifted from neutral to confused. Tommy continued. âLike, was there any way you could have known I wasâŠwhatever I am? I mean, you found me, so I was just wonderi-â
âIâm sorry, Tom. I wish I knew, but I donât.â Phil cut him off almost abruptly, though his face and voice showed genuine apology. âThere wasnât anything or anyone around for miles when I found you, and you didnât have anything on you at all, let alone anything identifiable.â
âDid I act odd?â
âIâd say any child left alone to fend for themselves in the woods is going to act odd, but I donât think you added odder than to be expected.â
âWhat about the meat thing?â
Phil went silent at that, face dropping to something completely unreadable. âWhat about it? You always liked animals, you cried when I told you that cows got killed, so I stopped making you food with meat.â
âThat was after I started talking, which was way after you found me. Wil and Tech said that the first thing you told them was âdonât let him eat meat.â Why?â
Phil went silent, very purposefully looking past Tommy as he started wringing his hands. After a few seconds of processing, he answered. âWeâd just found you. We didnât know what you could or couldnât eat, allergen wise, and we couldnât ask, so I just made safe food. Then you decided you didnât want to hurt animals.â He said quietly, something off from his usual tone of voice.
ââŠyouâre lying.â Tommy said, not certain by any means but suspicious enough to accuse. Philâs breathing quickened and he began to fiddle with the seam of the sleeve that hit his wrist.
âWhy would I be lying?â
âThatâs what Iâm asking.â
âWell I donât know what to tell you, then, because thatâs the truth.â Phil concluded, turning his attention back to his computer. âNow Iâm sorry, but I have a lot of work to do so-â
âNo, no no no, you do not get to opt out of this conversation. Youâre keeping something from me.â Tommy stepped into the office, closing the space between him and Phil.
âIâm not keeping anything from you-â
âBullshit!â
âTommy!â Phil snapped, standing from his chair and slamming his hands on his desk to meet Tommy at eye level. Instinctively, Tommy grew a few inches taller, not backing down from his father. Phil didnât back down, either.
âWhatâs gotten into you? Why this, why now? Whatâs so important about the vegetarian thing?â
âIt wasnât important until I learned that I didnât choose it, I was conditioned into it and my own father wonât tell me why!â
âBecause I didnât-â
âWhatever you know about me I have a right to know! You canât keep things about what I am a secret from me because you donât trust me!â
âIâm do trust you!â
âSo what is it, then, fear?â Tommy lurked closer to Philâs desk, steadily growing taller. âAre you afraid of me? Are you afraid of what Iâll do if I get a taste of meat? You think Iâll attack someone? Go fully fledged cannibal?â Anger clouded his emotions as he grabbed the sides of Philâs desk, looming over him and shouting. âTell me, Phil. Tell me whatâs so horrifying about me that you wonât even tell my brothers!â
âI wonât scare you with that!!â Phil screams back, matching Tommyâs volume and intensity before slamming both hands over his mouth, eyes comically wide. Tommy freezes, and shrinks down so fast he almost gives himself whiplash.
âYou do know something.â Itâs not uncertain anymore. Phil has screwed his eyes shut and made no move to remove his hands from his mouth. Tommy knows heâs realized he canât deny it anymore, so heâs resigned himself to just not answering at all. They both know what he just admitted to. Tommy feels tears sting in his eyes as clarity crashes over him like a cold wave.
His own father had been lying to him for as long as heâd been in his custody.
He stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind him and muffling Phil yelling after him. He went up to his room and slammed the door, locking it as he collapsed on his bed, half screaming and half sobbing into his pillow.
~~~
Tommy wasnât sure how long heâd spent in his room crying and ignoring any knocking on his door from his family. He figured it had been a few hours since Wil had come by and invited him to lunch, but heâd ignored it.
Suffice to say, getting a random text inviting him to a sleepover was the best possible distraction he could have asked for.
Tubbođ„: âhannah is hosting a study slepover at hers. purpled will be there so no pressuer, i can tell her your sick.â
Me: âwhat times it start?â
Tubbođ„: âin like n hourâ
Me: âcan you get me thereâ
Tubbođ„: âRanâs driving me there, if you come ovre to mine they ca npick us both upâ
Me: âbe there in like 10â
Tubbođ„: âbetâ
Tommy closed his messages with Tubbo and reluctantly opened his texts with his father.
Me: âhannah is having a sleepover tonight, iâll be back sundayâ
Crowfatherđ: âOkay. Iâll tell your brothers. Text me if you need anything.â
Crowfatherđ: âI love you, Tommy.â
Tommy closed his phone without answering and instead dragged himself off his bed, wiping the wetness from his cheeks as he grabbed a bag off his floor and began to shove clothes and toiletries into it, before grabbing his backpack as well. He slipped his bedroom window open and climbed down his roof to the ground with the skill of someone who had years of experience sneaking off to his best friendâs house. He didnât really know what a study night implied, but whatever it was, it was a hell of a lot better than dealing with the tension in his house.
~~~
Hannahâs house, as it turns out, was pretty awesome. Sheâd set up her whole basement with blankets, chairs, snacks and fairy lights to have a good âstudy environment.â And sure enough, everyone else heâd expected was there; Niki, Jack, and (unfortunately) Purpled. He found he didnât mind it as much as he thought he would have, though it was likely because he and Hannah were keeping to themselves. Apparently Niki and Jack had general english stuff to work on, and Hannah and Purpled had very quickly grown bored of actual work and decided that teaching Purpled how to play Mario Kart would be much more entertaining. Ranboo, Tubbo, and Tommy found themselves in a corner separate from the other four, with Tommy very quietly updating them on what had gone down at home.
âSo Phil knows something and kept it from you?!â Tubbo whispered, palpable rage in his tone. Ranbooâs eyes were wide and looked just as angry as Tubbo sounded. âThatâs fucked, man.â
âYeah, I know. Thatâs why Iâm here, homeâs just a tad suffocating right now. I donât even know if dad told Wil and Tech yet, and god knows i donât want to.â Tommy sighed, not looking either of his friends in the eye and kinda not wanting to exist at all right now.
âWell, weâre here to get your mind off it.â Ranboo said, tone forcefully cheerful. âDo you have actual homework or did you just come to get out of the house?â âThe latter.â Tommy admitted. âBeing around Purpled is easier than being around Phil right now. Thatâs how you know itâs badâŠactually, that isnât a horrible idea. Dâyou think Hannah and Purpled would mind us joining them?â Tommy asked, gesturing to the corner where Hannah was cursing Purpled out for only just learning how to play and already wiping the floor with her.
Ranboo and Tubbo shared a glance before shrugging and answering simultaneously, âAs long as youâre cool with itâ and âIâd be downâ respectively.
~~~
By the time everyone went to bed, Tommy had managed to win in mario kart more than Purpled, who was in close second. No one else was even close, which was impressive given that Tommy had been playing for as long as he could hold a controller and yell at his brothers, and Purpled had learned 4 hours ago.
Maybe it was the weird Dream-provided drugs.
Either way, this was the most comfortable Tommy had ever felt around him, which was a step up. He didnât feel great by any means, but he supposed having his close friends around while doing something familiar and fun helped ease the part of his mind telling him that danger was just in his periphery at the other end of the couch. Whatever the case, Tommy could almost ignore his fear of Purpled when it was overwhelmed by competitiveness and the mock rage he felt when Purpled won again. Almost.
All that aside, Tommy was fairly certain that at least one person here would be going to bed with a sore throat. After he and his friends had joined, Niki and Jack had come over as well and all hell had broken loose. Niki was in an actual shoving match with Tubbo trying to get him to mess up, Purpled was infuriatingly calm, and Tommy was pretty sure Jack had actually lost money betting that he would lose, it was chaos. They only agreed to stop when Hannahâs parents came down and, very politely, told them all to shut the fuck up and go to bed, pointing to the basementâs ground level windows that showed the backyard. Freshly shaved grass, a few bushes, and absolutely no sunlight left. Yeah, he supposed it was fair that they wanted some peace and quiet to sleep.
Without all the Mario Kart induced adrenaline in his system, Tommy found that he, too, wouldnât mind getting some sleep.
So everyone found sleeping arrangements, whether it was on beanbags, couches, or sleeping bags that Hannah had laid out beforehand. Tommy found himself a blanket and found a spot curled up on a beanbag, doing his best to fall asleep. He was absolutely exhausted.
But he couldnât.
Something, some nagging instinct in his brain told him he wasnât safe, like he was living through the minecraft âyou may not rest, monsters are nearbyâ mechanic. He glared at Purpled, who seemed to be sleeping peacefully.
âpredatorâ
Bastard.
Why couldnât his body recognize he was safe? The fucker was out cold, he hadnât so much as twitched in the 20 minutes that Tommy had been staring at the ceiling.
But something was keeping him awake.
He shifted, trying to roll over to get more comfortable (as if that would do anything at this point), and ended up facing the window.
He swore he felt his heart stop.
From the darkness of the bushes in the yard, there were eyes. Two pinpricks of teal light, slitted pupils at the center of each. At first he thought it was just a wild animal, until-
âpredatorâ
Something deep in his bones pinged, rattling him. That wasnât an animal. He didnât know what it was, but it wasnât safe, he wasnât safe-
He sat up as he felt his breath quicken, heart pounding so fast he thought it would give out. He looked to the window, eyes blurred from the lack of oxygen he was taking in and from the panicked tears welling.
Nothing.
There werenât eyes anymore. Maybe the creature had left, maybe it had closed its eyes to hide itself, maybe there was never anything. Had there even been eyes there?
âpredatorâ
âpredatorâ
Whether or not the eyes had or hadnât been there, Tommy was losing his shit. He was panicking, he felt like he was going to die. He thought the instinct was bad just hanging around Purpled, but this? This was suffocating, all encompassing fear. It infected his senses, it blurred any and all rational thought he may have.
Which was how he found himself trying to shake Tubbo awake. He needed an out, he needed to feel safe. He needed his friend, his family. Tubbo didnât stir. Tubbo slept like a rock on the best of days, but after the exhaustion of hours of gaming? Tommyâd have better luck trying to wake the dead than wake Tubbo.
Which was how he found himself kneeling over and shaking awake the only other person in this house he considered family.
~~~
Ranboo was shaken away at a very inconvenient time of night.
âWhuh-â âRanboo, you have to hide me.â Came a trembling, whispered voice. They opened their eyes and were met with damn near glowing bright blue ones: wide open, almost animalistic, and terrified. Ranboo knew that voice, they knew those eyes, and suddenly they were very, very awake. âWhatâs wrong?â They whispered, sitting up and seeing Tommy kneeling right in front of their sleeping bag on the verge of tears.
âSorry, iâm sorry, i just- i saw- i-â he hiccuped, tears now pouring down his face. Ranboo shushed him, afraid that if he cried any louder heâd wake up any of the bodies sleeping beside them. âDeep breaths, Tom, what happened?â âEyes. Eyes in the window, they- it- like with Purpled.â His voice dropped, eyes darting over to the sleeping form on the other side of the room before focusing back on Ranboo. âPredator. It was a predator. I canât see it now, but I- I can feel it. I know. I canât be here.â
âItâs ok, everything will be ok. Letâs just leave-â
âNo!â Tommyâs voice cracked. âNo, itâs still out there, itâll get me. I need to hide, and I need to hide here.â He pleaded, digging his hands into their shirt, fists clenching right above their stomach. Ranboo paused, putting together what he wanted. âAre you asking for what I think you are?â
âIâm sorry. Itâs just, Tubboâs dead asleep, and I know you hate this, but I-â
âHey, hey, itâs alright. Youâre going to be fine. IâllâŠIâll do it. But just this once.â
âBut you hate this, you said it yourself. Iâm sorry, this isnât important-â
âYes it is, youâre important. Nothingâs gonna be able to get to you without going through me first, ok?â
Tommy nodded, hurried breaths slowing as he began to shrink. Ranboo glanced around, eyes lingering on Purpled just a few seconds longer than everyone else, to make sure no one was awake to see this. Quickly, they brought their hands under their now small friend and held him up to their mouth, feeling him crawl in quickly. They took a few deeps breaths and began to coat him in spit, not entirely sure that they knew what they were doing. After all, the last time theyâd had TommyâŠin them was years ago, and they hadnât even realized it until he was already swallowed.
They began to lick Tommy, trying desperately to remember what theyâd seen Tubbo do in the past. Lick, tilt head back, swallow. Probably. They hoped.
They felt the weird sensation of Tommyâs fluttering heartbeat against their tongue, and tried to ignore how weird that felt. God, this was so fucking weird, everything about this, and how anyone could enjoy this baffled them. Tommy he understood to some extent: he got instincts to do this, and Ranboo had accepted that a long time ago. Humans, and therefore Ranboo, did not have those instincts.
No, it was Tubbo who was the freak here.
Belatedly, he felt Tommy push himself back towards the throat, seemingly ready to go down. Ranboo steeled their nerves, pushing their friend against the hard palette of their throat to prepare to swallow. This was for Tommy. Tommy, one of their best friends who was scared right now. Tommy, who was trying to ignore a fight he had with his father earlier that day. Tommy, who had swallowed Ranboo down so many times when they got overwhelmed, so now it seemed only right to return the favor-
they swallowed.
Oh god oh fuck they were not prepared for this.
They swallowed more frantically, trying get Tommy farther down their throat only to realize that mightâve been stupid because now they couldnât fucking breathe. Great. Awesome, actually. They were fine, their vision definitely wasnât blurring at all.
It took a few more desperate, deep swallows before they finally felt something drop into their stomach, almost immediately feeling the rise and fall of Tommyâs breathing against their internal organs. Jesus fuck this was so weird.
They placed a hand over their mouth as they felt him sit up and move around, trying to breath calmly as every instinct in them urged to spit Tommy right back out.
Ranboo went to respond verbally before remembering that they were surrounded by other people, most of whom definitely didnât need to know what was going on right now. Instead, they opted to pull out their phone and message Tommy on discord to assure him that yes, they were alright. Still hated doing this, but that was not a thought that needed voiced at the moment.
Memory Boy They: âYeah, Iâm fine. Iâm gonna go back to sleep, try not to move too much if you can. No offense, it makes me kinda nauseous.â
They felt two taps back in confirmation, and were mildly horrified as they slowly lost the feeling of Tommy inside of them, quickly beginning another message.
Memory Boy They: âTom what the fuck is happening why what and how canât I feel you anymore please fix that itâs freaking me outâ
Very suddenly, they felt Tommy again. Probably not taking up more than 1/3 of their stomach, but at least that was something. âCalm down, Boo. Youâre not even messaging in full grammatically correct sentences.â Tommy joked weakly, voice even quieter than before. âI thought that feeling me in here freaked you out? I figured youâd prefer it if I was too small to notice.â
Memory Boy They: âIâd rather know where you are and that youâre ok. I donât like the idea that youâre just in there and I canât tell. Idk why but thatâs so much worse.â
âOh, I can stay like this, then. More comfortable for me anyway, if you donât mind.â
Memory Boy They: âI donât. You can also get bigger if you want, I donât mind as long as youâre not taking up, like, all of the room in there.â
Another two taps from inside, and slowly Tommy grew until he was taking up about half of the room in their stomach. Still unnoticeable from the outside, but now a much more solid weight in their gut. It didnât take long for him to find a comfortable position, and Ranboo felt as their breath evened out and he fell asleep. They laid on their back, staring up at the ceiling with one hand over their stomach.
Last time they had done this, it had been completely out of their control. They hadnât known how Tommy had gotten eaten, how to get him out, what was happening. But it had also been in the middle of broad daylight, and Tommy was an incredibly active person, which was a recipe for disaster. But this, with Tommy asleep and peaceful, wasnâtâŠthe worst. Besides, he had just been so scared. Ranboo had never seen him like that. Tommy had been a safe space for them so many times at this point, and being able to provide that in return, even just once, was nice. They curled slightly in on themselves more as they fell asleep, the frightened image of one of their best friends still fresh in their mind as they subconsciously tightened the grip on their stomach.
~~~
Purpled waited until he saw Ranbooâs breathing even out, a hand still over their middle. It had been about 10 minutes since theyâd put their phone down, and he was fairly certain they were out cold. He sat up slowly, looking them over carefully to make sure they were fully asleep. The last thing he could afford right now was them waking up to see that heâd heard everything.
âTubboâs dead asleep, and I know you hate this,â Tommy had said, and Ranboo had known what he was implying. Theyâd even swallowed him, despite whatever grudge Tommy implied they had.
Purpled could work out two things from that; 1: at least two people knew about Tommy, them being Tubbo and Ranboo. 2: Tommy knew what he himself was capable of on at least some level.
For now, though, that wasnât Purpledâs main concern.
He slowly stood up, carefully tip toeing over the sleeping bodies around him and made his way over to the window. He was just tall enough to reach up and unlock the latches, before effortlessly hoisting himself up to it and pushing himself outside. There was a reason he only ever wore the same few purple hoodies (besides what Punz called âhis brandâ), and that was because he had more muscle than a normal teenager should have (and more than a few extra scars).
Perks of being a merc, he figured.
He slid himself onto the dew covered grass, careful to shut the window behind him as he looked out to the number of bushes that surrounded the house. He felt eyes on him that made the hair on the back of his neck raise.
âI know youâre still here.â he said, voice even and only just loud enough to be heard by someone a few feet away.
No response.
Then, a rustle.
Purpledâs eyes were drawn to a bush a little to his right, one of the bigger ones around him. Reflective teal slits glared back at him from behind the branches.
âpredator,â his instincts rang.
âIâm sorry. I didnât realize he could see me.â the creature responded guiltily. âI didnât even realize which one he was, by the time I did, heâd already-â
âThatâs enough.â Purpled snapped before taking a deep, deliberate breath. âItâs- Itâs fine, for now. We donât have a time limit. But we canât exactly get him tonight, now. Two of the humans know, and one of them has him hidden inside.â
âLike, inside, inside?â
âExactly.â
âHuh. So he-â
âApparently. Just, head home for tonight, ok? I might have another plan.â
Purpled didnât receive a verbal response, but the bush shook again and suddenly the presence of a predator nearby began to fade, and he knew the other had left. He opened the window and slowly lowered himself back down into the basement. Again, he may only be 18 and a half, but the upper body strength he built as a mercenary over the past few years of his life wasnât to be underestimated. He closed the window and made his way back to his sleeping bag, pulling out his phone and opening discord to a specific server he hadnât needed to use in a while.
257-Perseus: âMission failed tonight. @039-Charybdis I need you.â
065-Icarus: âWell that sucks. Good luck next time ig.â
039-Charybdis: ^reply @257-Perseus âyk iâm free whenever. where n when.â
257-Perseus: âDonât know yet. Probably sometime in the next few days. Iâll keep you updated. Keep your notifs on.â
039-Charybdis: âđ«Ąâ
065-Icarus: â@257-Perseus Purpled donât torture the poor kid jesus christâ
257-Perseus: âI wonât, dw. Heâll probably be fine.â
065-Icarus: âProbably.â
039-Charybdis: âprobably.â
257-Perseus: âBoth of you please kindly stfu. I know what Iâm doing.â
039-Charybdis: âgood luck getting Dream off your ass if you traumatize him.â
257-Perseus: âGoing to bed and shutting my phone down now, good night assholes.â
Purpled shut his phone down completely, initiating a restart so that if those two still wanted to message and someone at the sleepover happened to wake up, at least no one would see it by accident.
He laid back down, staring at the ceiling and justâŠthinking. Heâd thought he had a solid plan for tonight, but now he needed the beginnings of a new idea. An idea he may be able to pull of within the next few days, if he was lucky.
Purpled closed his eyes, trying in earnest for the first time all night to actually fall asleep. Now that this mission had backfired, he may as well actually go to bed like everyone else.
As he began to fall asleep, pieces of a new plan began to come together in his head, something that may actually work if he timed it right. Something risky and prone to failure, but if he put all of his pieces in the right spots, would work.
After Me, The Flood part 3!! Itâs so goddamn long!
part 1 | part 2 | part 3
also because this is an au started back in 2020/21, it does include this auâs version of Wilbur. With that said: wss dni i will beat you off with a stick.
cw: soft, safe vore
Saturday could not have come quick enough. The majority of the week Tommy had had consisted of hanging with his best friends to destress, trying (and failing) to avoid Purpled, trying (and failing) to get a read on how Dream had anything to do with this, and forgetting about homework because he was so caught up in everything else. So finally going home for two solid days sounded awesome to him.
As always, Phil welcomed him home Friday evening with a warm hug and well made food, asking about how Tommyâs classes had been and chatting about what heâd sold that day. Phil had two jobs, one that consisted of some boring office work, and one that allowed him to explore and adventure. Mostly, Phil liked to mine, and on days when his sons were busy heâd go out to the forests and caves outside of town and bring back valuable crystals that heâd sell to a little crystal and witchcraft store in town. Since Phil was getting them himself, the owner of the store could buy and sell them cheaper than big retails did and make a better profit. Also Tommy was almost certain his dad had a crush on the woman in charge, but he wasnât touching that with a 10 foot pole. At least he got to keep some of the prettier rocks his dad brought back.
Soon enough, Techno was home from grading papers and Wilbur was home from whatever musical heâd been helping put on at the campus. The four of them ate a peaceful (by their standards) dinner before retreating to their rooms. Tommy hadnât even fully undressed before passing out on his bed, the stress of the week and the many implications heâd been presented weighing on him heavily.
He was so glad to be done with that for a few days.
~~~
Tommy was beginning to learn that unfortunately, he did not have any better luck dealing with his school issues at home.
He stared at his ceiling, having woken up between 1-3 hours ago and having done nothing but eaten a breakfast bar.
Without any work to distract him, Tommy began to think about everything again. Purpled, Dream, the vial, Perseus. Without anything to distract himself, he found himself trying to put the pieces together, make it make sense. But he couldnât. There wasnât a way in the world that a transfer student an a guy way older than Tommy could know what he was. Not unless they went to Tommyâs old school and knew him when his powers were fucked up, but neither of them could have.
If only there was someone who knew something. Someone who maybe could have some information from when he was youngerâŠ
maybe his brothers knew something?
Good enough, he supposed. Talking to either of them would be leagues easier than sitting and overthinking everything on his own. So he jumped out of bed and went to Wilburâs room. He was the oldest (though not by much), so logically, he would remember the time Phil brought Tommy home best. Maybe heâd have some key detail!
~~~
âNope, sorry Toms.â Wilbur said, leaned against his doorframe.
âCâmon, anything? Like, something weird I had on me? Some weird marking? Wearing something weird?â
âYou were wearing dadâs hoodie when he brought you in. Or, tied in dadâs hoodie, more like. He found you naked and alone, surviving like a wild animal. Had to keep you tied up just in case you would try to attack him. But I donât remember too well; Tech and I were a little too busy making sure dad wasnât gonna bleed out to notice anything odd about the kid he brought back.â
That, Tommy knew. Phil had had his number of encounters with wild animals in his time searching through forests and caves. He had the scars to prove it, too; thick jagged lines and teeth patterned punctures littering his skin. One specific scar seemed to bother Phil especially, on his right forearm where it almost looked like a chunk of flesh had been removed. He kept it covered most of the time, with hoodies or a compression sleeve he wore on hotter days. He kept it covered so often that Tommy hadnât even registered that it was the scar he got rescuing Tommy himself until years after it had happened.
Apparently, Phil had been coming home from a mining trip when he stumbled upon a kid running from a coyote. He stepped in and managed to save Tommy at the expense of the coyote getting a hold of his arm and tearing a chunk out of it. Well, that was the story he told his two eldest, anyway, so thatâs what they told Tommy when he eventually saw a glimpse of it for the first time and was too embarrassed to ask Phil directly.
âAnything else weird?â Tommy relented, making Wil chuckle. âWhat, that wasnât weird enough for you?â Tommy rolled his eyes. âYou know what I mean. Other than the general âmysterious missing kidâ shit I donât remember, were there any other reason to suspect I wasâŠdifferent?â
ââŠare you doing ok?â Wilbur asked, face full of concern. âWhy are you asking about all this now? You never cared to know this stuff before.â
âBecause I wasnât worried about anything hunting me before.â He thought.
âWhat, a guy canât be curious?â Was what he said instead, hoping his joke-y tone could make Wilbur worry less, and it seemed to do the trick. âI guess. Iâd talk to Techno, though. He might know better than me.â Wilbur shrugged, and Tommy sighed.
âFair enough. Come on, letâs go interrogate to see if he remembers anything.â
~~~
âNot even a little.â Techno responded from his place on his bed, not even looking up from where he was hunched over his laptop. âJust what Wilbur remembers. Dad was hurt, you kinda just sat there staring as we got him the first aid and he disinfected it.â
âI mean, we did just kinda sit with you for a bit.â Wilbur added, wandering into Technoâs room and dropping himself at his desk (why Techno chose to do his work on his bed and not at the perfectly available desk was beyond Tommy). âDad didnât want us to help him wrap up his arm cause there was so much blood, so we all kinda just sat there while he was washing off in the bathroom. I guess it was kinda weird that you were just silent.â
âThatâs true, I guess.â Techno shrugged. âBut to be fair, you were a kid whoâd just been attacked by a coyote, you were probably in shock. But you didnât leave that state for a while. It took you a while of being with us to start talking, and you havenât stopped since.â
Tommy sat on the foot of the bed between his brothers and socked Techno in the arm, who didnât even flinch as he continued. âYou wanna know my honest thought at the time? I always kind of assumed youâd had bad parents. You were malnourished, wouldnât talk, and didnât know anything a basic school would have taught a 8 year old. You didnât even know your own name.â
Techno had finally looked up, meeting Tommyâs eyes, a rare moment of readable and genuine emotion on his face: pity. Tommy didnât have words for that, so he looked to Wilbur, who had the same look. Techno glanced to him, eyes begging that he add his opinion, and Wilbur cracked, sighing.
âAt best, I thought you were kicked out or ran away from an abusive house who didnât teach you anything. At worst, I assumed you lost your memory to trauma from said abusive house.â
âOh.â Tommy whispered, voice cracking a bit. âI mean, I guess thatâs a fair guess. I probably would have assumed the same.â
Truth be told, he never thought about what it must have been like for them. They were all too well aware that Tommy didnât retain a single memory from the first 9 years of his life, not even Phil rescuing him. To be honest, they werenât even sure thatâs how old he was. They assumed he was 8 when Phil found him and at some point heâd been in their care for so long that they just decided heâd probably be 9 at this point. Again, he couldnât remember. He just knew that the first few months with the Crafts were blurry at best. But his first solid memories were at home, with them. He didnât remember a life without them, but they remember having to watch over a random child while fearing that their dad would bleed out from a while animal attack. They remember teaching him to read and write, and he justâŠdoesnât. It sucks for him, but it must suck for his brothers, too.
They sat in silence, not a single one of them willing to unpack what had just been said.
âI mean, thereâs the meat thing, too.â Techno added, and Wilbur shot up, clearly grateful for the subject change.
âOh yeah! The meat thing! The first thing dad said when he brought you in was âdonât let him eat meat.â Like, he dropped you on the couch, told us not to feed you until he got back, and locked himself in the bathroom.â
âWait, what? Why??â Tommy sputtered, the previous uncomfortable atmosphere of the conversation almost forgotten.
âDonât know, all I know is that after dad bandaged his arm up he made you pasta and told us that youâd be staying for a while. Youâve been vegetarian ever since, as far as Iâm aware.â
âWell, yeah, butâŠâ Tommy trailed off. Now that Wilbur mentioned it, he really didnât know the last time heâd eaten meat, or if he ever had. Heâd never questioned why it was just ingrained in him to avoid meat products. Heâd always assumed it was his love of things like cows and chickens, butâŠhad Phil really pushed that on him on purpose?
âWe donât know anything about that, though. He never explained it to us.â Techno said, cutting off Tommyâs inner monologue. âIf you want more information on that, you gotta go to Phil.â
Well, that wasnât a bad idea.
~~~
âDad?â Tommy questioned, creaking Philâs office door open. His dad sat on his computer, t-shirt on and a familiar sleeve over his right arm, headphones on and humming something before he saw his youngest at the door. âOh hey Toms! Whatâs up?â He asked, dropping the headphones and pushing his chair away from his desk to better get a look at Tommy, who hadnât moved from the door.
âOk, so, this is going to sound really odd, butâŠdid you have any idea what I was when you found me?â
Philâs face shifted from neutral to confused. Tommy continued. âLike, was there any way you could have known I wasâŠwhatever I am? I mean, you found me, so I was just wonderi-â
âIâm sorry, Tom. I wish I knew, but I donât.â Phil cut him off almost abruptly, though his face and voice showed genuine apology. âThere wasnât anything or anyone around for miles when I found you, and you didnât have anything on you at all, let alone anything identifiable.â
âDid I act odd?â
âIâd say any child left alone to fend for themselves in the woods is going to act odd, but I donât think you added odder than to be expected.â
âWhat about the meat thing?â
Phil went silent at that, face dropping to something completely unreadable. âWhat about it? You always liked animals, you cried when I told you that cows got killed, so I stopped making you food with meat.â
âThat was after I started talking, which was way after you found me. Wil and Tech said that the first thing you told them was âdonât let him eat meat.â Why?â
Phil went silent, very purposefully looking past Tommy as he started wringing his hands. After a few seconds of processing, he answered. âWeâd just found you. We didnât know what you could or couldnât eat, allergen wise, and we couldnât ask, so I just made safe food. Then you decided you didnât want to hurt animals.â He said quietly, something off from his usual tone of voice.
ââŠyouâre lying.â Tommy said, not certain by any means but suspicious enough to accuse. Philâs breathing quickened and he began to fiddle with the seam of the sleeve that hit his wrist.
âWhy would I be lying?â
âThatâs what Iâm asking.â
âWell I donât know what to tell you, then, because thatâs the truth.â Phil concluded, turning his attention back to his computer. âNow Iâm sorry, but I have a lot of work to do so-â
âNo, no no no, you do not get to opt out of this conversation. Youâre keeping something from me.â Tommy stepped into the office, closing the space between him and Phil.
âIâm not keeping anything from you-â
âBullshit!â
âTommy!â Phil snapped, standing from his chair and slamming his hands on his desk to meet Tommy at eye level. Instinctively, Tommy grew a few inches taller, not backing down from his father. Phil didnât back down, either.
âWhatâs gotten into you? Why this, why now? Whatâs so important about the vegetarian thing?â
âIt wasnât important until I learned that I didnât choose it, I was conditioned into it and my own father wonât tell me why!â
âBecause I didnât-â
âWhatever you know about me I have a right to know! You canât keep things about what I am a secret from me because you donât trust me!â
âIâm do trust you!â
âSo what is it, then, fear?â Tommy lurked closer to Philâs desk, steadily growing taller. âAre you afraid of me? Are you afraid of what Iâll do if I get a taste of meat? You think Iâll attack someone? Go fully fledged cannibal?â Anger clouded his emotions as he grabbed the sides of Philâs desk, looming over him and shouting. âTell me, Phil. Tell me whatâs so horrifying about me that you wonât even tell my brothers!â
âI wonât scare you with that!!â Phil screams back, matching Tommyâs volume and intensity before slamming both hands over his mouth, eyes comically wide. Tommy freezes, and shrinks down so fast he almost gives himself whiplash.
âYou do know something.â Itâs not uncertain anymore. Phil has screwed his eyes shut and made no move to remove his hands from his mouth. Tommy knows heâs realized he canât deny it anymore, so heâs resigned himself to just not answering at all. They both know what he just admitted to. Tommy feels tears sting in his eyes as clarity crashes over him like a cold wave.
His own father had been lying to him for as long as heâd been in his custody.
He stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind him and muffling Phil yelling after him. He went up to his room and slammed the door, locking it as he collapsed on his bed, half screaming and half sobbing into his pillow.
~~~
Tommy wasnât sure how long heâd spent in his room crying and ignoring any knocking on his door from his family. He figured it had been a few hours since Wil had come by and invited him to lunch, but heâd ignored it.
Suffice to say, getting a random text inviting him to a sleepover was the best possible distraction he could have asked for.
Tubbođ„: âhannah is hosting a study slepover at hers. purpled will be there so no pressuer, i can tell her your sick.â
Me: âwhat times it start?â
Tubbođ„: âin like n hourâ
Me: âcan you get me thereâ
Tubbođ„: âRanâs driving me there, if you come ovre to mine they ca npick us both upâ
Me: âbe there in like 10â
Tubbođ„: âbetâ
Tommy closed his messages with Tubbo and reluctantly opened his texts with his father.
Me: âhannah is having a sleepover tonight, iâll be back sundayâ
Crowfatherđ: âOkay. Iâll tell your brothers. Text me if you need anything.â
Crowfatherđ: âI love you, Tommy.â
Tommy closed his phone without answering and instead dragged himself off his bed, wiping the wetness from his cheeks as he grabbed a bag off his floor and began to shove clothes and toiletries into it, before grabbing his backpack as well. He slipped his bedroom window open and climbed down his roof to the ground with the skill of someone who had years of experience sneaking off to his best friendâs house. He didnât really know what a study night implied, but whatever it was, it was a hell of a lot better than dealing with the tension in his house.
~~~
Hannahâs house, as it turns out, was pretty awesome. Sheâd set up her whole basement with blankets, chairs, snacks and fairy lights to have a good âstudy environment.â And sure enough, everyone else heâd expected was there; Niki, Jack, and (unfortunately) Purpled. He found he didnât mind it as much as he thought he would have, though it was likely because he and Hannah were keeping to themselves. Apparently Niki and Jack had general english stuff to work on, and Hannah and Purpled had very quickly grown bored of actual work and decided that teaching Purpled how to play Mario Kart would be much more entertaining. Ranboo, Tubbo, and Tommy found themselves in a corner separate from the other four, with Tommy very quietly updating them on what had gone down at home.
âSo Phil knows something and kept it from you?!â Tubbo whispered, palpable rage in his tone. Ranbooâs eyes were wide and looked just as angry as Tubbo sounded. âThatâs fucked, man.â
âYeah, I know. Thatâs why Iâm here, homeâs just a tad suffocating right now. I donât even know if dad told Wil and Tech yet, and god knows i donât want to.â Tommy sighed, not looking either of his friends in the eye and kinda not wanting to exist at all right now.
âWell, weâre here to get your mind off it.â Ranboo said, tone forcefully cheerful. âDo you have actual homework or did you just come to get out of the house?â âThe latter.â Tommy admitted. âBeing around Purpled is easier than being around Phil right now. Thatâs how you know itâs badâŠactually, that isnât a horrible idea. Dâyou think Hannah and Purpled would mind us joining them?â Tommy asked, gesturing to the corner where Hannah was cursing Purpled out for only just learning how to play and already wiping the floor with her.
Ranboo and Tubbo shared a glance before shrugging and answering simultaneously, âAs long as youâre cool with itâ and âIâd be downâ respectively.
~~~
By the time everyone went to bed, Tommy had managed to win in mario kart more than Purpled, who was in close second. No one else was even close, which was impressive given that Tommy had been playing for as long as he could hold a controller and yell at his brothers, and Purpled had learned 4 hours ago.
Maybe it was the weird Dream-provided drugs.
Either way, this was the most comfortable Tommy had ever felt around him, which was a step up. He didnât feel great by any means, but he supposed having his close friends around while doing something familiar and fun helped ease the part of his mind telling him that danger was just in his periphery at the other end of the couch. Whatever the case, Tommy could almost ignore his fear of Purpled when it was overwhelmed by competitiveness and the mock rage he felt when Purpled won again. Almost.
All that aside, Tommy was fairly certain that at least one person here would be going to bed with a sore throat. After he and his friends had joined, Niki and Jack had come over as well and all hell had broken loose. Niki was in an actual shoving match with Tubbo trying to get him to mess up, Purpled was infuriatingly calm, and Tommy was pretty sure Jack had actually lost money betting that he would lose, it was chaos. They only agreed to stop when Hannahâs parents came down and, very politely, told them all to shut the fuck up and go to bed, pointing to the basementâs ground level windows that showed the backyard. Freshly shaved grass, a few bushes, and absolutely no sunlight left. Yeah, he supposed it was fair that they wanted some peace and quiet to sleep.
Without all the Mario Kart induced adrenaline in his system, Tommy found that he, too, wouldnât mind getting some sleep.
So everyone found sleeping arrangements, whether it was on beanbags, couches, or sleeping bags that Hannah had laid out beforehand. Tommy found himself a blanket and found a spot curled up on a beanbag, doing his best to fall asleep. He was absolutely exhausted.
But he couldnât.
Something, some nagging instinct in his brain told him he wasnât safe, like he was living through the minecraft âyou may not rest, monsters are nearbyâ mechanic. He glared at Purpled, who seemed to be sleeping peacefully.
âpredatorâ
Bastard.
Why couldnât his body recognize he was safe? The fucker was out cold, he hadnât so much as twitched in the 20 minutes that Tommy had been staring at the ceiling.
But something was keeping him awake.
He shifted, trying to roll over to get more comfortable (as if that would do anything at this point), and ended up facing the window.
He swore he felt his heart stop.
From the darkness of the bushes in the yard, there were eyes. Two pinpricks of teal light, slitted pupils at the center of each. At first he thought it was just a wild animal, until-
âpredatorâ
Something deep in his bones pinged, rattling him. That wasnât an animal. He didnât know what it was, but it wasnât safe, he wasnât safe-
He sat up as he felt his breath quicken, heart pounding so fast he thought it would give out. He looked to the window, eyes blurred from the lack of oxygen he was taking in and from the panicked tears welling.
Nothing.
There werenât eyes anymore. Maybe the creature had left, maybe it had closed its eyes to hide itself, maybe there was never anything. Had there even been eyes there?
âpredatorâ
âpredatorâ
Whether or not the eyes had or hadnât been there, Tommy was losing his shit. He was panicking, he felt like he was going to die. He thought the instinct was bad just hanging around Purpled, but this? This was suffocating, all encompassing fear. It infected his senses, it blurred any and all rational thought he may have.
Which was how he found himself trying to shake Tubbo awake. He needed an out, he needed to feel safe. He needed his friend, his family. Tubbo didnât stir. Tubbo slept like a rock on the best of days, but after the exhaustion of hours of gaming? Tommyâd have better luck trying to wake the dead than wake Tubbo.
Which was how he found himself kneeling over and shaking awake the only other person in this house he considered family.
~~~
Ranboo was shaken away at a very inconvenient time of night.
âWhuh-â âRanboo, you have to hide me.â Came a trembling, whispered voice. They opened their eyes and were met with damn near glowing bright blue ones: wide open, almost animalistic, and terrified. Ranboo knew that voice, they knew those eyes, and suddenly they were very, very awake. âWhatâs wrong?â They whispered, sitting up and seeing Tommy kneeling right in front of their sleeping bag on the verge of tears.
âSorry, iâm sorry, i just- i saw- i-â he hiccuped, tears now pouring down his face. Ranboo shushed him, afraid that if he cried any louder heâd wake up any of the bodies sleeping beside them. âDeep breaths, Tom, what happened?â âEyes. Eyes in the window, they- it- like with Purpled.â His voice dropped, eyes darting over to the sleeping form on the other side of the room before focusing back on Ranboo. âPredator. It was a predator. I canât see it now, but I- I can feel it. I know. I canât be here.â
âItâs ok, everything will be ok. Letâs just leave-â
âNo!â Tommyâs voice cracked. âNo, itâs still out there, itâll get me. I need to hide, and I need to hide here.â He pleaded, digging his hands into their shirt, fists clenching right above their stomach. Ranboo paused, putting together what he wanted. âAre you asking for what I think you are?â
âIâm sorry. Itâs just, Tubboâs dead asleep, and I know you hate this, but I-â
âHey, hey, itâs alright. Youâre going to be fine. IâllâŠIâll do it. But just this once.â
âBut you hate this, you said it yourself. Iâm sorry, this isnât important-â
âYes it is, youâre important. Nothingâs gonna be able to get to you without going through me first, ok?â
Tommy nodded, hurried breaths slowing as he began to shrink. Ranboo glanced around, eyes lingering on Purpled just a few seconds longer than everyone else, to make sure no one was awake to see this. Quickly, they brought their hands under their now small friend and held him up to their mouth, feeling him crawl in quickly. They took a few deeps breaths and began to coat him in spit, not entirely sure that they knew what they were doing. After all, the last time theyâd had TommyâŠin them was years ago, and they hadnât even realized it until he was already swallowed.
They began to lick Tommy, trying desperately to remember what theyâd seen Tubbo do in the past. Lick, tilt head back, swallow. Probably. They hoped.
They felt the weird sensation of Tommyâs fluttering heartbeat against their tongue, and tried to ignore how weird that felt. God, this was so fucking weird, everything about this, and how anyone could enjoy this baffled them. Tommy he understood to some extent: he got instincts to do this, and Ranboo had accepted that a long time ago. Humans, and therefore Ranboo, did not have those instincts.
No, it was Tubbo who was the freak here.
Belatedly, he felt Tommy push himself back towards the throat, seemingly ready to go down. Ranboo steeled their nerves, pushing their friend against the hard palette of their throat to prepare to swallow. This was for Tommy. Tommy, one of their best friends who was scared right now. Tommy, who was trying to ignore a fight he had with his father earlier that day. Tommy, who had swallowed Ranboo down so many times when they got overwhelmed, so now it seemed only right to return the favor-
they swallowed.
Oh god oh fuck they were not prepared for this.
They swallowed more frantically, trying get Tommy farther down their throat only to realize that mightâve been stupid because now they couldnât fucking breathe. Great. Awesome, actually. They were fine, their vision definitely wasnât blurring at all.
It took a few more desperate, deep swallows before they finally felt something drop into their stomach, almost immediately feeling the rise and fall of Tommyâs breathing against their internal organs. Jesus fuck this was so weird.
They placed a hand over their mouth as they felt him sit up and move around, trying to breath calmly as every instinct in them urged to spit Tommy right back out.
Ranboo went to respond verbally before remembering that they were surrounded by other people, most of whom definitely didnât need to know what was going on right now. Instead, they opted to pull out their phone and message Tommy on discord to assure him that yes, they were alright. Still hated doing this, but that was not a thought that needed voiced at the moment.
Memory Boy They: âYeah, Iâm fine. Iâm gonna go back to sleep, try not to move too much if you can. No offense, it makes me kinda nauseous.â
They felt two taps back in confirmation, and were mildly horrified as they slowly lost the feeling of Tommy inside of them, quickly beginning another message.
Memory Boy They: âTom what the fuck is happening why what and how canât I feel you anymore please fix that itâs freaking me outâ
Very suddenly, they felt Tommy again. Probably not taking up more than 1/3 of their stomach, but at least that was something. âCalm down, Boo. Youâre not even messaging in full grammatically correct sentences.â Tommy joked weakly, voice even quieter than before. âI thought that feeling me in here freaked you out? I figured youâd prefer it if I was too small to notice.â
Memory Boy They: âIâd rather know where you are and that youâre ok. I donât like the idea that youâre just in there and I canât tell. Idk why but thatâs so much worse.â
âOh, I can stay like this, then. More comfortable for me anyway, if you donât mind.â
Memory Boy They: âI donât. You can also get bigger if you want, I donât mind as long as youâre not taking up, like, all of the room in there.â
Another two taps from inside, and slowly Tommy grew until he was taking up about half of the room in their stomach. Still unnoticeable from the outside, but now a much more solid weight in their gut. It didnât take long for him to find a comfortable position, and Ranboo felt as their breath evened out and he fell asleep. They laid on their back, staring up at the ceiling with one hand over their stomach.
Last time they had done this, it had been completely out of their control. They hadnât known how Tommy had gotten eaten, how to get him out, what was happening. But it had also been in the middle of broad daylight, and Tommy was an incredibly active person, which was a recipe for disaster. But this, with Tommy asleep and peaceful, wasnâtâŠthe worst. Besides, he had just been so scared. Ranboo had never seen him like that. Tommy had been a safe space for them so many times at this point, and being able to provide that in return, even just once, was nice. They curled slightly in on themselves more as they fell asleep, the frightened image of one of their best friends still fresh in their mind as they subconsciously tightened the grip on their stomach.
~~~
Purpled waited until he saw Ranbooâs breathing even out, a hand still over their middle. It had been about 10 minutes since theyâd put their phone down, and he was fairly certain they were out cold. He sat up slowly, looking them over carefully to make sure they were fully asleep. The last thing he could afford right now was them waking up to see that heâd heard everything.
âTubboâs dead asleep, and I know you hate this,â Tommy had said, and Ranboo had known what he was implying. Theyâd even swallowed him, despite whatever grudge Tommy implied they had.
Purpled could work out two things from that; 1: at least two people knew about Tommy, them being Tubbo and Ranboo. 2: Tommy knew what he himself was capable of on at least some level.
For now, though, that wasnât Purpledâs main concern.
He slowly stood up, carefully tip toeing over the sleeping bodies around him and made his way over to the window. He was just tall enough to reach up and unlock the latches, before effortlessly hoisting himself up to it and pushing himself outside. There was a reason he only ever wore the same few purple hoodies (besides what Punz called âhis brandâ), and that was because he had more muscle than a normal teenager should have (and more than a few extra scars).
Perks of being a merc, he figured.
He slid himself onto the dew covered grass, careful to shut the window behind him as he looked out to the number of bushes that surrounded the house. He felt eyes on him that made the hair on the back of his neck raise.
âI know youâre still here.â he said, voice even and only just loud enough to be heard by someone a few feet away.
No response.
Then, a rustle.
Purpledâs eyes were drawn to a bush a little to his right, one of the bigger ones around him. Reflective teal slits glared back at him from behind the branches.
âpredator,â his instincts rang.
âIâm sorry. I didnât realize he could see me.â the creature responded guiltily. âI didnât even realize which one he was, by the time I did, heâd already-â
âThatâs enough.â Purpled snapped before taking a deep, deliberate breath. âItâs- Itâs fine, for now. We donât have a time limit. But we canât exactly get him tonight, now. Two of the humans know, and one of them has him hidden inside.â
âLike, inside, inside?â
âExactly.â
âHuh. So he-â
âApparently. Just, head home for tonight, ok? I might have another plan.â
Purpled didnât receive a verbal response, but the bush shook again and suddenly the presence of a predator nearby began to fade, and he knew the other had left. He opened the window and slowly lowered himself back down into the basement. Again, he may only be 18 and a half, but the upper body strength he built as a mercenary over the past few years of his life wasnât to be underestimated. He closed the window and made his way back to his sleeping bag, pulling out his phone and opening discord to a specific server he hadnât needed to use in a while.
257-Perseus: âMission failed tonight. @039-Charybdis I need you.â
065-Icarus: âWell that sucks. Good luck next time ig.â
039-Charybdis: ^reply @257-Perseus âyk iâm free whenever. where n when.â
257-Perseus: âDonât know yet. Probably sometime in the next few days. Iâll keep you updated. Keep your notifs on.â
039-Charybdis: âđ«Ąâ
065-Icarus: â@257-Perseus Purpled donât torture the poor kid jesus christâ
257-Perseus: âI wonât, dw. Heâll probably be fine.â
065-Icarus: âProbably.â
039-Charybdis: âprobably.â
257-Perseus: âBoth of you please kindly stfu. I know what Iâm doing.â
039-Charybdis: âgood luck getting Dream off your ass if you traumatize him.â
257-Perseus: âGoing to bed and shutting my phone down now, good night assholes.â
Purpled shut his phone down completely, initiating a restart so that if those two still wanted to message and someone at the sleepover happened to wake up, at least no one would see it by accident.
He laid back down, staring at the ceiling and justâŠthinking. Heâd thought he had a solid plan for tonight, but now he needed the beginnings of a new idea. An idea he may be able to pull of within the next few days, if he was lucky.
Purpled closed his eyes, trying in earnest for the first time all night to actually fall asleep. Now that this mission had backfired, he may as well actually go to bed like everyone else.
As he began to fall asleep, pieces of a new plan began to come together in his head, something that may actually work if he timed it right. Something risky and prone to failure, but if he put all of his pieces in the right spots, would work.
