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, it’s all good!
I’m also always up for story prompts, so send them in whenever and I’ll get back to them as soon as I can! I can’t promise that it’ll be right away, but I’ll try!
Im chill with angst, violence, and v*re, but let’s keep it sfw💖
(also a reminder that the stories and aus are all about the characters and not the ccs themselves)
Hello there! I hope you're doing well and staying safe!! ^^🌈🌟🌈🌟
I have a vore story request, but I just wanted to know if you're comfortable with writing Fandom stuff (like MLP, Pokémon, all that jazz). I do have something involving analog horror related and if you're uncomfortable with any of that, it's okay and I understand! ^^
Thank you so much if you do answer this! ^^🌈🌟🌈🌟
Hi anon!!
i personally only write vore for minecraft smps, primarily Dream SMP, but occasionally Origins SMP and Qsmp when i’m feeling it (also for the record for other people who asked: i don’t know anything about Hermitcraft, sorry!). if i’m 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!
i’ll admit that the odds i’ll 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 i’ll post! have a great day!! ✨
anyway here’s a snippet for the next Store Shifter AU story! Y’all are finally figuring out what the hell is up with George, so place your final guesses now!
(here’s the og post talking about George for those of you that haven’t seen it)
sorry it’s so short, it’s hard to keep someone’s species a secret when the story is literally about their species.
Also i’m gonna post a poll soon to help me finish the story cause i may have messed up something whoops-
WOW it’s been 3 years and this still isn’t posted!! WHOOPS!!!!
yeah i’ll 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 i’ve just had in the back of my head in forever
(technically not g/t but it’s a g/t au so it counts)
Dream didn’t work as the manager at a store cause it was peaceful. He didn’t. He didn’t 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 he’d 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 he’d asked to work the backrooms that day.
“What the hell happened in here?!” Dream yelled just to be heard, and both immediately fell silent before Sapnap shot back in.
“Your boyfriend is fucking blind!”
“I’m not you’re just an idiot!!”
“Ok, ok,” Dream cut in, trying to defuse…whatever this was. “What happened. Explain, Sapnap first. Cause he’s worked here longer.” Dream elaborated at George’s pout.
“I was sorting things as I always do and George said I was doing it wrong and started putting it other places and I said ‘no i’m not’ and he insisted I was.”
“Ok, now George.”
“He can’t fucking read. I’m trying to sort the tropical fruits in one area and vegetables in another! He’s sticking, like…celery and bananas together and stuff!”
“He’s sorting by color, George.”
“I just couldn’t think of any other fruit off the top of my head that was the same color, but you get my point.” George waved him off. “Some of these have shorter shelf lives, but he doesn’t know that cause he can’t read the labels.” Dream paused at that. Did….he mean ripe yellow bananas or was he thinking of less ripened green ones? Shouldn’t he have been able to figure out what Sapnap was doing?
“He was complaining that I was putting lemons and limes in the same crate.” Sapnap interjected, arms crossed and still obviously irritated.
“Why wouldn’t you separate them?? What if someone wants a lemon and they pick up a lime by mistake?” George insisted.
“Then they’d put it down and pick up a lemon, dumbass.”
That comment almost got another shouting match started between them, but Dream was starting to put the pieces together.
“George. Look over here.” Dream walked over to the crates, picking up a lime in one hand and a lemon in the other. “Which one of these is the lime.” He asked calmly. Sapnap looked confused, but George just sighed in frustration.
“You can’t fucking tell! That’s why they should be in different crates, they’re like the exact same fruit-“
“No, George, they’re not.” Dream interrupted calmly. “Sapnap and I can tell the difference between them fine. It’s…it’s just you.” Now it was George’s turn to look confused. Dream set the fruits down.
“What color is grass?”
“What??”
“Just answer, George.”
George rolled his eyes. “Green. Duh.”
“Ok, now point to a fruit that’s the same color as grass.”
George pointed at a pineapple, and Sapnap stared at him like he had two heads. Dream put his head in his hands.
“George I think you’re colorblind.”
“What the fuck is that??”
“It means that you can’t see colors like the rest of us can. To Sapnap and I, a pineapple looks nothing like grass. That’s a different color but i don’t think you can see it.” George and Sapnap were wide eyed. Dream continued. “It also means that I paired a man who sorts by color and can’t read with a man who sorts by words and can’t see colors. That’s why you two haven’t been able to agree on anything.”
They were both silent for a moment. “That…actually makes a lot of things make sense.” Sapnap replied eventually. “We could never trust him to gather berries cause he brought back poisoned ones a few times.”
“More than a few. Tina banned me from cooking.” George admitted. “So I just…can’t see colors?”
“You see colors differently.” Dream tried to explain. “I don’t 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?”
Sapnap and George looked over to each other for a moment, and Dream was reminded that for as much as it looked like they’d 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.
“That’s alright.” George eventually said, turning back to Dream. “I think we can figure this out, now that we know the issue.”
“We like working with each other,” Sapnap added. “Even if it may not sound like it.”
“Well, 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.”
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 it’s also my 21st birthday today, i wanted to post the thank you now!
i absolutely love the community i have here. If you’d have told me at 16 that i’d still be doing the same thing with the same stories and blog at 21 and people would still be here to enjoy it, i wouldn’t 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 i’m 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 you’ve ever even so much as liked one of my posts, you’ve 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 i’ve inspired them are all so kind and make me love writing and drawing on here!!
Hi Everyone!! i’m not dead, here’s an angsty Store Shifter AU comic as a thanks for being patient with me!!
(there’s not a current story lined up with this comic, but i can give context under the cut! if you don’t wanna go further in depth, here’s all you need to know: this is how Quackity and Karl found out about storing. If you want to read the comic with context, i’d suggest reading what’s under the cut first, then coming back to the art!)
(please click and scroll i’m begging you, also I typed out the text in the alt text if my handwriting is illegible)
Full context under the cut! It’s just me ranting about what led to this!!
cw: vore, borderline panic attacks with basically all parties involved, starvation mention
Ok so it’s been established that Sapnap has instincts to store people. The events of this comic happen shortly after the fiancés make their permanent home in the store, just after Sapnap is hired by Dream and still isn’t quite used to or comfortable at his human size.
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 what’s 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. There’s nothing to worry about there, obviously.
So yeah Sapnap is stupid and hasn’t put anything together: during the year that it takes the trio to find and decide to settle in the store, he’s 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.
And the stress of pretending to be human pushes his instincts off a little as he’s adjusting to his job and new fake identity as a human, so by the next time they hit, it’s worse than ever. And now there’s nothing else to store. The fiancés are asleep in the break room, where Sapnap had been too exhausted to shift small after he clocked out of work the previous day. He picks up one of them, not caring which. He’s not conscious at all as he swallows him down, something his instincts have been begging for, have needed since he swallowed Bad. The body he swallows down is lanky, doesn’t move much in his sleep, but snores quietly. Karl, then. Sapnap doesn’t wake up. His newly stored prey doesn’t either. Quackity, still asleep on a table, is unaware that this is even happening.
Sapnap wakes up first in the morning and doesn’t register anything wrong. He gets ready for work and takes a moment to realize that Karl isn’t where he fell asleep, which isn’t new for him; he may have gotten up early to borrow. He’s done it before. Sapnap carefully moves Q’s sleeping form to a vent so no other employees find him and starts his shift.
Then Karl wakes up. He doesn’t know where he is: Sapnap hears him calling out, moving around, trying to feel for a way out. He’s confused, he’s scared. Sapnap is, too. He didn’t 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 Karl’s voice as his pleas for Quackity and Sapnap himself get louder, can feel Karl’s hands shake as he pounds them against the inside of his body, and…and Sapnap can’t say anything. If he speaks out, if he assures Karl that he’s ok, Karl will know. He’ll know that he’s in a monster, he’ll figure out where he is, who he’s inside of. And Sapnap can’t handle losing him like this, not after losing his dad the same way.
Another thing to note for this that I haven’t touched on before is Karl’s backstory. I’ve mentioned he’s 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 Bad’s colony found him and took care of him (he just went to a different person’s house each night, whoever had enough spare food to cook him a meal and space to let him sleep).
But they didn’t 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.
So anyway, I bring that to your attention to point out that Karl is doing Not Good At All right now. He’s terrified of being alone again, and his biggest fear has come true. All he can hope is that his fiancés rescue him like the colony rescued him all those years ago, because he has no idea what else he can do.
Sapnap goes about his work day, trying (failing) to ignore Karl. His fiancé (captive) quiets down after about 2 hours, giving up on trying to get any help or free himself (don’t think about it, don’t think-) and Sapnap works. But Quackity has been long awaked by this point, and has figured out that Karl is missing. He searched by himself for hours and found nothing. So he does the next best thing: goes to Sapnap. He follows him around the store, begging that he do something to find out where Karl went. More hours go by, so many more hours. But Sapnap won’t look at him, won’t even hear him out: when he hears Q’s voice, he turns in the opposite direction and walks off. He won’t say a word. Sapnap is bigger and therefore faster than him, so it takes Q a while to find him and catch up each time he leaves. But the same happens each time. More hours go by, precious time that they’re losing when it comes to finding their third. Quackity is panicked: Karl could be hurt, kidnapped, dead, and Sapnap is ignoring him??
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 he’s soaked, then try and think of an excuse for ignoring Quackity all day, then explain to his co-workers why he won’t 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 he’s been neglecting all day (Quackity knows how to get to the break room, and if he’s corned there by him, he might break. He’s never been a good liar, especially not to Quackity, who he loves like he loves no one else and who’s been able to read him like a book since they were children. He’s already lying to Karl, and he already feels like it’s killing him, carving a hole in his heart. He can’t face Quackity. He can’t 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 he’s been forced into by his boss for a second couldn’t hurt. It’s been a really, really long day. It’ll only be for a second, and he really needs to just…not think for a minute. Just for a minute…
1 hour later, Quackity finds Sapnap asleep in the break room. He’s furious, he’s upset, he’s 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 don’t 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 don’t 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 can’t make any promises.
i’m not dead!! my uni semester ends in a week, so i’ll 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! that’s 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!
I’ve talked a little about Bad and Skeppy in the Going on Account au: Bad’s 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 Bad’s a kraken though, Skeppy is literally sprinkle sized. He’s tiny tiny. Bad doesn’t hang out as a kraken too much, mainly cause almost everyone he cares about is either human sized or small (barring Foolish who’s a leviathan mer and Karl who’s a dragon) and he doesn’t want to hurt them. Skeppy, however, has never been afraid of Bad in his life. Bad finds this endearing but still doesn’t like to put Skeppy (or anyone else) in potential danger due to his size, so he generally only uses his true form for emergencies…
i’m 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 aren’t 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?
it’s ok to answer all asks no matter how old
it’s weird to answer all old asks
it’s ok to answer old anons, but not blogs no longer in the mcyt g/t fandom
it’s ok to answer old blogs no longer in the mcyt g/t fandom, but not old anons
Voting ended onMar 23
(i don’t 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 don’t want me answering your old asks. send me something or comment on this and i won’t!
After Me, The Flood part 3!! It’s so goddamn long!
part 1 | part 2 | part 3
also because this is an au started back in 2020/21, it does include this au’s 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 Tommy’s classes had been and chatting about what he’d 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 he’d go out to the forests and caves outside of town and bring back valuable crystals that he’d 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 wasn’t 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 he’d been helping put on at the campus. The four of them ate a peaceful (by their standards) dinner before retreating to their rooms. Tommy hadn’t even fully undressed before passing out on his bed, the stress of the week and the many implications he’d 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 couldn’t. There wasn’t 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 Tommy’s 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 younger…
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 Wilbur’s room. He was the oldest (though not by much), so logically, he would remember the time Phil brought Tommy home best. Maybe he’d have some key detail!
~~~
“Nope, sorry Toms.” Wilbur said, leaned against his doorframe.
“C’mon, anything? Like, something weird I had on me? Some weird marking? Wearing something weird?”
“You were wearing dad’s hoodie when he brought you in. Or, tied in dad’s 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 don’t remember too well; Tech and I were a little too busy making sure dad wasn’t gonna bleed out to notice anything odd about the kid he brought back.”
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 hadn’t 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 that’s what they told Tommy when he eventually saw a glimpse of it for the first time and was too embarrassed to ask Phil directly.
“Anything else weird?” Tommy relented, making Wil chuckle. “What, that wasn’t weird enough for you?” Tommy rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean. Other than the general ‘mysterious missing kid’ shit I don’t remember, were there any other reason to suspect I was…different?”
“…are you doing ok?” Wilbur asked, face full of concern. “Why are you asking about all this now? You never cared to know this stuff before.”
‘Because I wasn’t worried about anything hunting me before.’ He thought.
“What, a guy can’t be curious?” Was what he said instead, hoping his joke-y tone could make Wilbur worry less, and it seemed to do the trick. “I guess. I’d talk to Techno, though. He might know better than me.” Wilbur shrugged, and Tommy sighed.
“Fair enough. Come on, let’s go interrogate to see if he remembers anything.”
~~~
“Not even a little.” Techno responded from his place on his bed, not even looking up from where he was hunched over his laptop. “Just what Wilbur remembers. Dad was hurt, you kinda just sat there staring as we got him the first aid and he disinfected it.”
“I mean, we did just kinda sit with you for a bit.” Wilbur added, wandering into Techno’s 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). “Dad didn’t 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.”
“That’s true, I guess.” Techno shrugged. “But to be fair, you were a kid who’d just been attacked by a coyote, you were probably in shock. But you didn’t leave that state for a while. It took you a while of being with us to start talking, and you haven’t stopped since.”
Tommy sat on the foot of the bed between his brothers and socked Techno in the arm, who didn’t even flinch as he continued. “You wanna know my honest thought at the time? I always kind of assumed you’d had bad parents. You were malnourished, wouldn’t talk, and didn’t know anything a basic school would have taught a 8 year old. You didn’t even know your own name.”
Techno had finally looked up, meeting Tommy’s eyes, a rare moment of readable and genuine emotion on his face: pity. Tommy didn’t 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.
“At best, I thought you were kicked out or ran away from an abusive house who didn’t teach you anything. At worst, I assumed you lost your memory to trauma from said abusive house.”
“Oh.” Tommy whispered, voice cracking a bit. “I mean, I guess that’s a fair guess. I probably would have assumed the same.”
Truth be told, he never thought about what it must have been like for them. They were all too well aware that Tommy didn’t retain a single memory from the first 9 years of his life, not even Phil rescuing him. To be honest, they weren’t even sure that’s how old he was. They assumed he was 8 when Phil found him and at some point he’d been in their care for so long that they just decided he’d probably be 9 at this point. Again, he couldn’t 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 didn’t 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 just…doesn’t. 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.
“I mean, there’s the meat thing, too.” Techno added, and Wilbur shot up, clearly grateful for the subject change.
“Oh yeah! The meat thing! The first thing dad said when he brought you in was ‘don’t let him eat meat.’ Like, he dropped you on the couch, told us not to feed you until he got back, and locked himself in the bathroom.”
“Wait, what? Why??” Tommy sputtered, the previous uncomfortable atmosphere of the conversation almost forgotten.
“Don’t know, all I know is that after dad bandaged his arm up he made you pasta and told us that you’d be staying for a while. You’ve been vegetarian ever since, as far as I’m aware.”
“Well, yeah, but…” Tommy trailed off. Now that Wilbur mentioned it, he really didn’t know the last time he’d eaten meat, or if he ever had. He’d never questioned why it was just ingrained in him to avoid meat products. He’d always assumed it was his love of things like cows and chickens, but…had Phil really pushed that on him on purpose?
“We don’t know anything about that, though. He never explained it to us.” Techno said, cutting off Tommy’s inner monologue. “If you want more information on that, you gotta go to Phil.”
Well, that wasn’t a bad idea.
~~~
“Dad?” Tommy questioned, creaking Phil’s 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. “Oh hey Toms! What’s up?” He asked, dropping the headphones and pushing his chair away from his desk to better get a look at Tommy, who hadn’t moved from the door.
“Ok, so, this is going to sound really odd, but…did you have any idea what I was when you found me?”
Phil’s face shifted from neutral to confused. Tommy continued. “Like, was there any way you could have known I was…whatever I am? I mean, you found me, so I was just wonderi-“
“I’m sorry, Tom. I wish I knew, but I don’t.” Phil cut him off almost abruptly, though his face and voice showed genuine apology. “There wasn’t anything or anyone around for miles when I found you, and you didn’t have anything on you at all, let alone anything identifiable.”
“Did I act odd?”
“I’d say any child left alone to fend for themselves in the woods is going to act odd, but I don’t think you added odder than to be expected.”
“What about the meat thing?”
Phil went silent at that, face dropping to something completely unreadable. “What about it? You always liked animals, you cried when I told you that cows got killed, so I stopped making you food with meat.”
“That was after I started talking, which was way after you found me. Wil and Tech said that the first thing you told them was ‘don’t let him eat meat.’ Why?”
Phil went silent, very purposefully looking past Tommy as he started wringing his hands. After a few seconds of processing, he answered. “We’d just found you. We didn’t know what you could or couldn’t eat, allergen wise, and we couldn’t ask, so I just made safe food. Then you decided you didn’t want to hurt animals.” He said quietly, something off from his usual tone of voice.
“…you’re lying.” Tommy said, not certain by any means but suspicious enough to accuse. Phil’s breathing quickened and he began to fiddle with the seam of the sleeve that hit his wrist.
“Why would I be lying?”
“That’s what I’m asking.”
“Well I don’t know what to tell you, then, because that’s the truth.” Phil concluded, turning his attention back to his computer. “Now I’m sorry, but I have a lot of work to do so-“
“No, no no no, you do not get to opt out of this conversation. You’re keeping something from me.” Tommy stepped into the office, closing the space between him and Phil.
“I’m not keeping anything from you-“
“Bullshit!”
“Tommy!” 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 didn’t back down, either.
“What’s gotten into you? Why this, why now? What’s so important about the vegetarian thing?”
“It wasn’t important until I learned that I didn’t choose it, I was conditioned into it and my own father won’t tell me why!”
“Because I didn’t-“
“Whatever you know about me I have a right to know! You can’t keep things about what I am a secret from me because you don’t trust me!”
“I’m do trust you!”
“So what is it, then, fear?” Tommy lurked closer to Phil’s desk, steadily growing taller. “Are you afraid of me? Are you afraid of what I’ll do if I get a taste of meat? You think I’ll attack someone? Go fully fledged cannibal?” Anger clouded his emotions as he grabbed the sides of Phil’s desk, looming over him and shouting. “Tell me, Phil. Tell me what’s so horrifying about me that you won’t even tell my brothers!”
“I won’t scare you with that!!” Phil screams back, matching Tommy’s 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.
“You do know something.” It’s not uncertain anymore. Phil has screwed his eyes shut and made no move to remove his hands from his mouth. Tommy knows he’s realized he can’t deny it anymore, so he’s 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 he’d 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 wasn’t sure how long he’d 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 he’d ignored it.
Suffice to say, getting a random text inviting him to a sleepover was the best possible distraction he could have asked for.
Tubbo💥: ‘hannah is hosting a study slepover at hers. purpled will be there so no pressuer, i can tell her your sick.’
Me: ‘what times it start?’
Tubbo💥: ‘in like n hour’
Me: ‘can you get me there’
Tubbo💥: ‘Ran’s driving me there, if you come ovre to mine they ca npick us both up’
Me: ‘be there in like 10’
Tubbo💥: ‘bet’
Tommy closed his messages with Tubbo and reluctantly opened his texts with his father.
Me: ‘hannah is having a sleepover tonight, i’ll be back sunday’
Crowfather💚: ‘Okay. I’ll tell your brothers. Text me if you need anything.’
Crowfather💚: ‘I love you, Tommy.’
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 friend’s house. He didn’t 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.
~~~
Hannah’s house, as it turns out, was pretty awesome. She’d set up her whole basement with blankets, chairs, snacks and fairy lights to have a good “study environment.” And sure enough, everyone else he’d expected was there; Niki, Jack, and (unfortunately) Purpled. He found he didn’t 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.
“So Phil knows something and kept it from you?!” Tubbo whispered, palpable rage in his tone. Ranboo’s eyes were wide and looked just as angry as Tubbo sounded. “That’s fucked, man.”
“Yeah, I know. That’s why I’m here, home’s just a tad suffocating right now. I don’t even know if dad told Wil and Tech yet, and god knows i don’t want to.” Tommy sighed, not looking either of his friends in the eye and kinda not wanting to exist at all right now.
“Well, we’re here to get your mind off it.” Ranboo said, tone forcefully cheerful. “Do you have actual homework or did you just come to get out of the house?” “The latter.” Tommy admitted. “Being around Purpled is easier than being around Phil right now. That’s how you know it’s bad…actually, that isn’t a horrible idea. D’you think Hannah and Purpled would mind us joining them?” 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, “As long as you’re cool with it” and “I’d be down” 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 didn’t 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 Hannah’s parents came down and, very politely, told them all to shut the fuck up and go to bed, pointing to the basement’s 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, wouldn’t 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 couldn’t.
Something, some nagging instinct in his brain told him he wasn’t safe, like he was living through the minecraft ‘you may not rest, monsters are nearby’ mechanic. He glared at Purpled, who seemed to be sleeping peacefully.
‘predator’
Bastard.
Why couldn’t his body recognize he was safe? The fucker was out cold, he hadn’t 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-
‘predator’
Something deep in his bones pinged, rattling him. That wasn’t an animal. He didn’t know what it was, but it wasn’t safe, he wasn’t 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 weren’t 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?
‘predator’
‘predator’
Whether or not the eyes had or hadn’t 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 didn’t stir. Tubbo slept like a rock on the best of days, but after the exhaustion of hours of gaming? Tommy’d 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.
“Whuh-“ “Ranboo, you have to hide me.” 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. “What’s wrong?” They whispered, sitting up and seeing Tommy kneeling right in front of their sleeping bag on the verge of tears.
“Sorry, i’m sorry, i just- i saw- i-“ he hiccuped, tears now pouring down his face. Ranboo shushed him, afraid that if he cried any louder he’d wake up any of the bodies sleeping beside them. “Deep breaths, Tom, what happened?” “Eyes. Eyes in the window, they- it- like with Purpled.” His voice dropped, eyes darting over to the sleeping form on the other side of the room before focusing back on Ranboo. “Predator. It was a predator. I can’t see it now, but I- I can feel it. I know. I can’t be here.”
“It’s ok, everything will be ok. Let’s just leave-“
“No!” Tommy’s voice cracked. “No, it’s still out there, it’ll get me. I need to hide, and I need to hide here.” He pleaded, digging his hands into their shirt, fists clenching right above their stomach. Ranboo paused, putting together what he wanted. “Are you asking for what I think you are?”
“I’m sorry. It’s just, Tubbo’s dead asleep, and I know you hate this, but I-“
“Hey, hey, it’s alright. You’re going to be fine. I’ll…I’ll do it. But just this once.”
“But you hate this, you said it yourself. I’m sorry, this isn’t important-“
“Yes it is, you’re important. Nothing’s gonna be able to get to you without going through me first, ok?”
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 they’d had Tommy…in them was years ago, and they hadn’t even realized it until he was already swallowed.
They began to lick Tommy, trying desperately to remember what they’d seen Tubbo do in the past. Lick, tilt head back, swallow. Probably. They hoped.
They felt the weird sensation of Tommy’s 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 might’ve been stupid because now they couldn’t fucking breathe. Great. Awesome, actually. They were fine, their vision definitely wasn’t 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 Tommy’s 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.
“You alright? You’re breathing kinda heavy.”
Ranboo went to respond verbally before remembering that they were surrounded by other people, most of whom definitely didn’t 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: ‘Yeah, I’m fine. I’m gonna go back to sleep, try not to move too much if you can. No offense, it makes me kinda nauseous.’
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: ‘Tom what the fuck is happening why what and how can’t I feel you anymore please fix that it’s freaking me out’
Very suddenly, they felt Tommy again. Probably not taking up more than 1/3 of their stomach, but at least that was something. “Calm down, Boo. You’re not even messaging in full grammatically correct sentences.” Tommy joked weakly, voice even quieter than before. “I thought that feeling me in here freaked you out? I figured you’d prefer it if I was too small to notice.”
Memory Boy They: ‘I’d rather know where you are and that you’re ok. I don’t like the idea that you’re just in there and I can’t tell. Idk why but that’s so much worse.’
“Oh, I can stay like this, then. More comfortable for me anyway, if you don’t mind.”
Memory Boy They: ‘I don’t. You can also get bigger if you want, I don’t mind as long as you’re not taking up, like, all of the room in there.’
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 didn’t 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 hadn’t 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, wasn’t…the 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 Ranboo’s breathing even out, a hand still over their middle. It had been about 10 minutes since they’d 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 he’d heard everything.
‘Tubbo’s dead asleep, and I know you hate this,’ Tommy had said, and Ranboo had known what he was implying. They’d 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 wasn’t Purpled’s 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 “his brand”), 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.
“I know you’re still here.” he said, voice even and only just loud enough to be heard by someone a few feet away.
No response.
Then, a rustle.
Purpled’s 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.
‘predator,’ his instincts rang.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize he could see me.” the creature responded guiltily. “I didn’t even realize which one he was, by the time I did, he’d already-“
“That’s enough.” Purpled snapped before taking a deep, deliberate breath. “It’s- It’s fine, for now. We don’t have a time limit. But we can’t exactly get him tonight, now. Two of the humans know, and one of them has him hidden inside.”
“Like, inside, inside?”
“Exactly.”
“Huh. So he-”
“Apparently. Just, head home for tonight, ok? I might have another plan.”
Purpled didn’t 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 wasn’t 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 hadn’t needed to use in a while.
257-Perseus: ‘Mission failed tonight. @039-Charybdis I need you.’
065-Icarus: ‘Well that sucks. Good luck next time ig.’
039-Charybdis: ^reply @257-Perseus ‘yk i’m free whenever. where n when.’
257-Perseus: ‘Don’t know yet. Probably sometime in the next few days. I’ll keep you updated. Keep your notifs on.’
039-Charybdis: ‘🫡’
065-Icarus: ‘@257-Perseus Purpled don’t torture the poor kid jesus christ’
257-Perseus: ‘I won’t, dw. He’ll probably be fine.’
065-Icarus: ‘Probably.’
039-Charybdis: ‘probably.’
257-Perseus: ‘Both of you please kindly stfu. I know what I’m doing.’
039-Charybdis: ‘good luck getting Dream off your ass if you traumatize him.’
257-Perseus: ‘Going to bed and shutting my phone down now, good night assholes.’
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 just…thinking. He’d 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!! It’s so goddamn long!
part 1 | part 2 | part 3
also because this is an au started back in 2020/21, it does include this au’s 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 Tommy’s classes had been and chatting about what he’d 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 he’d go out to the forests and caves outside of town and bring back valuable crystals that he’d 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 wasn’t 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 he’d been helping put on at the campus. The four of them ate a peaceful (by their standards) dinner before retreating to their rooms. Tommy hadn’t even fully undressed before passing out on his bed, the stress of the week and the many implications he’d 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 couldn’t. There wasn’t 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 Tommy’s 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 younger…
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 Wilbur’s room. He was the oldest (though not by much), so logically, he would remember the time Phil brought Tommy home best. Maybe he’d have some key detail!
~~~
“Nope, sorry Toms.” Wilbur said, leaned against his doorframe.
“C’mon, anything? Like, something weird I had on me? Some weird marking? Wearing something weird?”
“You were wearing dad’s hoodie when he brought you in. Or, tied in dad’s 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 don’t remember too well; Tech and I were a little too busy making sure dad wasn’t gonna bleed out to notice anything odd about the kid he brought back.”
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 hadn’t 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 that’s what they told Tommy when he eventually saw a glimpse of it for the first time and was too embarrassed to ask Phil directly.
“Anything else weird?” Tommy relented, making Wil chuckle. “What, that wasn’t weird enough for you?” Tommy rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean. Other than the general ‘mysterious missing kid’ shit I don’t remember, were there any other reason to suspect I was…different?”
“…are you doing ok?” Wilbur asked, face full of concern. “Why are you asking about all this now? You never cared to know this stuff before.”
‘Because I wasn’t worried about anything hunting me before.’ He thought.
“What, a guy can’t be curious?” Was what he said instead, hoping his joke-y tone could make Wilbur worry less, and it seemed to do the trick. “I guess. I’d talk to Techno, though. He might know better than me.” Wilbur shrugged, and Tommy sighed.
“Fair enough. Come on, let’s go interrogate to see if he remembers anything.”
~~~
“Not even a little.” Techno responded from his place on his bed, not even looking up from where he was hunched over his laptop. “Just what Wilbur remembers. Dad was hurt, you kinda just sat there staring as we got him the first aid and he disinfected it.”
“I mean, we did just kinda sit with you for a bit.” Wilbur added, wandering into Techno’s 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). “Dad didn’t 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.”
“That’s true, I guess.” Techno shrugged. “But to be fair, you were a kid who’d just been attacked by a coyote, you were probably in shock. But you didn’t leave that state for a while. It took you a while of being with us to start talking, and you haven’t stopped since.”
Tommy sat on the foot of the bed between his brothers and socked Techno in the arm, who didn’t even flinch as he continued. “You wanna know my honest thought at the time? I always kind of assumed you’d had bad parents. You were malnourished, wouldn’t talk, and didn’t know anything a basic school would have taught a 8 year old. You didn’t even know your own name.”
Techno had finally looked up, meeting Tommy’s eyes, a rare moment of readable and genuine emotion on his face: pity. Tommy didn’t 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.
“At best, I thought you were kicked out or ran away from an abusive house who didn’t teach you anything. At worst, I assumed you lost your memory to trauma from said abusive house.”
“Oh.” Tommy whispered, voice cracking a bit. “I mean, I guess that’s a fair guess. I probably would have assumed the same.”
Truth be told, he never thought about what it must have been like for them. They were all too well aware that Tommy didn’t retain a single memory from the first 9 years of his life, not even Phil rescuing him. To be honest, they weren’t even sure that’s how old he was. They assumed he was 8 when Phil found him and at some point he’d been in their care for so long that they just decided he’d probably be 9 at this point. Again, he couldn’t 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 didn’t 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 just…doesn’t. 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.
“I mean, there’s the meat thing, too.” Techno added, and Wilbur shot up, clearly grateful for the subject change.
“Oh yeah! The meat thing! The first thing dad said when he brought you in was ‘don’t let him eat meat.’ Like, he dropped you on the couch, told us not to feed you until he got back, and locked himself in the bathroom.”
“Wait, what? Why??” Tommy sputtered, the previous uncomfortable atmosphere of the conversation almost forgotten.
“Don’t know, all I know is that after dad bandaged his arm up he made you pasta and told us that you’d be staying for a while. You’ve been vegetarian ever since, as far as I’m aware.”
“Well, yeah, but…” Tommy trailed off. Now that Wilbur mentioned it, he really didn’t know the last time he’d eaten meat, or if he ever had. He’d never questioned why it was just ingrained in him to avoid meat products. He’d always assumed it was his love of things like cows and chickens, but…had Phil really pushed that on him on purpose?
“We don’t know anything about that, though. He never explained it to us.” Techno said, cutting off Tommy’s inner monologue. “If you want more information on that, you gotta go to Phil.”
Well, that wasn’t a bad idea.
~~~
“Dad?” Tommy questioned, creaking Phil’s 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. “Oh hey Toms! What’s up?” He asked, dropping the headphones and pushing his chair away from his desk to better get a look at Tommy, who hadn’t moved from the door.
“Ok, so, this is going to sound really odd, but…did you have any idea what I was when you found me?”
Phil’s face shifted from neutral to confused. Tommy continued. “Like, was there any way you could have known I was…whatever I am? I mean, you found me, so I was just wonderi-“
“I’m sorry, Tom. I wish I knew, but I don’t.” Phil cut him off almost abruptly, though his face and voice showed genuine apology. “There wasn’t anything or anyone around for miles when I found you, and you didn’t have anything on you at all, let alone anything identifiable.”
“Did I act odd?”
“I’d say any child left alone to fend for themselves in the woods is going to act odd, but I don’t think you added odder than to be expected.”
“What about the meat thing?”
Phil went silent at that, face dropping to something completely unreadable. “What about it? You always liked animals, you cried when I told you that cows got killed, so I stopped making you food with meat.”
“That was after I started talking, which was way after you found me. Wil and Tech said that the first thing you told them was ‘don’t let him eat meat.’ Why?”
Phil went silent, very purposefully looking past Tommy as he started wringing his hands. After a few seconds of processing, he answered. “We’d just found you. We didn’t know what you could or couldn’t eat, allergen wise, and we couldn’t ask, so I just made safe food. Then you decided you didn’t want to hurt animals.” He said quietly, something off from his usual tone of voice.
“…you’re lying.” Tommy said, not certain by any means but suspicious enough to accuse. Phil’s breathing quickened and he began to fiddle with the seam of the sleeve that hit his wrist.
“Why would I be lying?”
“That’s what I’m asking.”
“Well I don’t know what to tell you, then, because that’s the truth.” Phil concluded, turning his attention back to his computer. “Now I’m sorry, but I have a lot of work to do so-“
“No, no no no, you do not get to opt out of this conversation. You’re keeping something from me.” Tommy stepped into the office, closing the space between him and Phil.
“I’m not keeping anything from you-“
“Bullshit!”
“Tommy!” 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 didn’t back down, either.
“What’s gotten into you? Why this, why now? What’s so important about the vegetarian thing?”
“It wasn’t important until I learned that I didn’t choose it, I was conditioned into it and my own father won’t tell me why!”
“Because I didn’t-“
“Whatever you know about me I have a right to know! You can’t keep things about what I am a secret from me because you don’t trust me!”
“I’m do trust you!”
“So what is it, then, fear?” Tommy lurked closer to Phil’s desk, steadily growing taller. “Are you afraid of me? Are you afraid of what I’ll do if I get a taste of meat? You think I’ll attack someone? Go fully fledged cannibal?” Anger clouded his emotions as he grabbed the sides of Phil’s desk, looming over him and shouting. “Tell me, Phil. Tell me what’s so horrifying about me that you won’t even tell my brothers!”
“I won’t scare you with that!!” Phil screams back, matching Tommy’s 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.
“You do know something.” It’s not uncertain anymore. Phil has screwed his eyes shut and made no move to remove his hands from his mouth. Tommy knows he’s realized he can’t deny it anymore, so he’s 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 he’d 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 wasn’t sure how long he’d 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 he’d ignored it.
Suffice to say, getting a random text inviting him to a sleepover was the best possible distraction he could have asked for.
Tubbo💥: ‘hannah is hosting a study slepover at hers. purpled will be there so no pressuer, i can tell her your sick.’
Me: ‘what times it start?’
Tubbo💥: ‘in like n hour’
Me: ‘can you get me there’
Tubbo💥: ‘Ran’s driving me there, if you come ovre to mine they ca npick us both up’
Me: ‘be there in like 10’
Tubbo💥: ‘bet’
Tommy closed his messages with Tubbo and reluctantly opened his texts with his father.
Me: ‘hannah is having a sleepover tonight, i’ll be back sunday’
Crowfather💚: ‘Okay. I’ll tell your brothers. Text me if you need anything.’
Crowfather💚: ‘I love you, Tommy.’
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 friend’s house. He didn’t 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.
~~~
Hannah’s house, as it turns out, was pretty awesome. She’d set up her whole basement with blankets, chairs, snacks and fairy lights to have a good “study environment.” And sure enough, everyone else he’d expected was there; Niki, Jack, and (unfortunately) Purpled. He found he didn’t 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.
“So Phil knows something and kept it from you?!” Tubbo whispered, palpable rage in his tone. Ranboo’s eyes were wide and looked just as angry as Tubbo sounded. “That’s fucked, man.”
“Yeah, I know. That’s why I’m here, home’s just a tad suffocating right now. I don’t even know if dad told Wil and Tech yet, and god knows i don’t want to.” Tommy sighed, not looking either of his friends in the eye and kinda not wanting to exist at all right now.
“Well, we’re here to get your mind off it.” Ranboo said, tone forcefully cheerful. “Do you have actual homework or did you just come to get out of the house?” “The latter.” Tommy admitted. “Being around Purpled is easier than being around Phil right now. That’s how you know it’s bad…actually, that isn’t a horrible idea. D’you think Hannah and Purpled would mind us joining them?” 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, “As long as you’re cool with it” and “I’d be down” 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 didn’t 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 Hannah’s parents came down and, very politely, told them all to shut the fuck up and go to bed, pointing to the basement’s 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, wouldn’t 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 couldn’t.
Something, some nagging instinct in his brain told him he wasn’t safe, like he was living through the minecraft ‘you may not rest, monsters are nearby’ mechanic. He glared at Purpled, who seemed to be sleeping peacefully.
‘predator’
Bastard.
Why couldn’t his body recognize he was safe? The fucker was out cold, he hadn’t 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-
‘predator’
Something deep in his bones pinged, rattling him. That wasn’t an animal. He didn’t know what it was, but it wasn’t safe, he wasn’t 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 weren’t 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?
‘predator’
‘predator’
Whether or not the eyes had or hadn’t 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 didn’t stir. Tubbo slept like a rock on the best of days, but after the exhaustion of hours of gaming? Tommy’d 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.
“Whuh-“ “Ranboo, you have to hide me.” 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. “What’s wrong?” They whispered, sitting up and seeing Tommy kneeling right in front of their sleeping bag on the verge of tears.
“Sorry, i’m sorry, i just- i saw- i-“ he hiccuped, tears now pouring down his face. Ranboo shushed him, afraid that if he cried any louder he’d wake up any of the bodies sleeping beside them. “Deep breaths, Tom, what happened?” “Eyes. Eyes in the window, they- it- like with Purpled.” His voice dropped, eyes darting over to the sleeping form on the other side of the room before focusing back on Ranboo. “Predator. It was a predator. I can’t see it now, but I- I can feel it. I know. I can’t be here.”
“It’s ok, everything will be ok. Let’s just leave-“
“No!” Tommy’s voice cracked. “No, it’s still out there, it’ll get me. I need to hide, and I need to hide here.” He pleaded, digging his hands into their shirt, fists clenching right above their stomach. Ranboo paused, putting together what he wanted. “Are you asking for what I think you are?”
“I’m sorry. It’s just, Tubbo’s dead asleep, and I know you hate this, but I-“
“Hey, hey, it’s alright. You’re going to be fine. I’ll…I’ll do it. But just this once.”
“But you hate this, you said it yourself. I’m sorry, this isn’t important-“
“Yes it is, you’re important. Nothing’s gonna be able to get to you without going through me first, ok?”
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 they’d had Tommy…in them was years ago, and they hadn’t even realized it until he was already swallowed.
They began to lick Tommy, trying desperately to remember what they’d seen Tubbo do in the past. Lick, tilt head back, swallow. Probably. They hoped.
They felt the weird sensation of Tommy’s 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 might’ve been stupid because now they couldn’t fucking breathe. Great. Awesome, actually. They were fine, their vision definitely wasn’t 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 Tommy’s 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.
“You alright? You’re breathing kinda heavy.”
Ranboo went to respond verbally before remembering that they were surrounded by other people, most of whom definitely didn’t 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: ‘Yeah, I’m fine. I’m gonna go back to sleep, try not to move too much if you can. No offense, it makes me kinda nauseous.’
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: ‘Tom what the fuck is happening why what and how can’t I feel you anymore please fix that it’s freaking me out’
Very suddenly, they felt Tommy again. Probably not taking up more than 1/3 of their stomach, but at least that was something. “Calm down, Boo. You’re not even messaging in full grammatically correct sentences.” Tommy joked weakly, voice even quieter than before. “I thought that feeling me in here freaked you out? I figured you’d prefer it if I was too small to notice.”
Memory Boy They: ‘I’d rather know where you are and that you’re ok. I don’t like the idea that you’re just in there and I can’t tell. Idk why but that’s so much worse.’
“Oh, I can stay like this, then. More comfortable for me anyway, if you don’t mind.”
Memory Boy They: ‘I don’t. You can also get bigger if you want, I don’t mind as long as you’re not taking up, like, all of the room in there.’
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 didn’t 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 hadn’t 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, wasn’t…the 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 Ranboo’s breathing even out, a hand still over their middle. It had been about 10 minutes since they’d 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 he’d heard everything.
‘Tubbo’s dead asleep, and I know you hate this,’ Tommy had said, and Ranboo had known what he was implying. They’d 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 wasn’t Purpled’s 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 “his brand”), 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.
“I know you’re still here.” he said, voice even and only just loud enough to be heard by someone a few feet away.
No response.
Then, a rustle.
Purpled’s 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.
‘predator,’ his instincts rang.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize he could see me.” the creature responded guiltily. “I didn’t even realize which one he was, by the time I did, he’d already-“
“That’s enough.” Purpled snapped before taking a deep, deliberate breath. “It’s- It’s fine, for now. We don’t have a time limit. But we can’t exactly get him tonight, now. Two of the humans know, and one of them has him hidden inside.”
“Like, inside, inside?”
“Exactly.”
“Huh. So he-”
“Apparently. Just, head home for tonight, ok? I might have another plan.”
Purpled didn’t 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 wasn’t 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 hadn’t needed to use in a while.
257-Perseus: ‘Mission failed tonight. @039-Charybdis I need you.’
065-Icarus: ‘Well that sucks. Good luck next time ig.’
039-Charybdis: ^reply @257-Perseus ‘yk i’m free whenever. where n when.’
257-Perseus: ‘Don’t know yet. Probably sometime in the next few days. I’ll keep you updated. Keep your notifs on.’
039-Charybdis: ‘🫡’
065-Icarus: ‘@257-Perseus Purpled don’t torture the poor kid jesus christ’
257-Perseus: ‘I won’t, dw. He’ll probably be fine.’
065-Icarus: ‘Probably.’
039-Charybdis: ‘probably.’
257-Perseus: ‘Both of you please kindly stfu. I know what I’m doing.’
039-Charybdis: ‘good luck getting Dream off your ass if you traumatize him.’
257-Perseus: ‘Going to bed and shutting my phone down now, good night assholes.’
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 just…thinking. He’d 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.
