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Tommy's void wasn't normal. It was actually nothing, just an empty void like space. Maybe it was because he's part god himself or maybe he's too young to die. Very confusing for him but it wasn't always so bad, Kristen, Mumza had found him and she took him with her to a special place of a small patch of flowers with a one giant tree. It was similar to the same tree that he used to play on as a younger child in his old house with Phil, Wilbur, and Techno. It didn't stop there, Mumza had asked if he'll be willing to help her with guiding lost souls to the afterlife. Of course Tommy said yes, he was able to stay close to his mumza and he wasn't alone anymore. This went on for years or at least he thinks it has. Time isn't any easy to tell here in limbo, Tommy was now considered an adult and none of his birthday were miss because he had Mumza with him. But it didn't stop the feeling of missing everyone else. Dadza and his annoying crows, Wilbur just being chaotic, Techno reading to him, Niki and her amazing delicious treats, Tubbo with crazy ideas and bees... he really misses them.
One day- or night? He didn't know time anymore. Mumza told Tommy to stay by the tree and not to wonder off. She had to go visit another God or whatever she said, Tommy wasn't paying attention but he knew he couldn't follow her. He did what he was told... until he was bored. He got up and started walking around. It was nice for awhile but until he couldn't make his way back to the tree. He tried running, flying even but he couldn't find Mumza or that special place. He was lost in the void again... it's been months by now and he was still waiting for Mumza to find him but something else had found him instead. "Tommy?" He looked up from his knees to find a goat hybrid dictator...
"Schlatt? What the fuck..."
"What the hell are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in Manburg celebrating your victory? Also look at you not a child anymore! Also were you always this tall?"
"I was NEVER a child... as for the height... uh, a god thing I guess... That fight was over 14 years ago... I think. Time is weird here... I can't even remember what the sun looks like."
"Eh you get used to it. Want a beer?" He hands a beer bottle to Tommy.
"No, I declined your offer. How can you still be drinking? Isn't that what killed you?"
"Yeah and? Look I'm already dead. What? Is it going to kill me more?" He did have a point but Tommy would never say aloud. "That's what I thought." He drinks it down. "One thing I miss about being alive is the taste. I can't taste shit here! Anyways kid how'd you kick the bucket?"
"Trying to save Wilbur from himself... He made Da- Phil to stap him and shit, so I stepped in the way and fell off the now Manburg's huge hole. Which Wil made because of that button."
"Wow, fucked up, shit..."
"He only did it because of you! Exiling us, winning L'Manburg... why?"
"I was drunk. Honestly I don't know why I even did it... I went mad with power I guess but I didn't even want to be president. But I made my choice and got what I deserve. I know it doesn't mean anything now but I'm sorry Tommy." Tommy sighs.
"I guess... I accept-" As he looks over towards Schlatt he finds nothing. He was alone again. "Mumza... where are you?"
"I'm not a "Mumza" but I can help." A voice came behind but Tommy knows that voice. It was a traitor who abandoned them and chose a tyrant over freedom. He gets up from the ground.
"Dream?" Tommy looks behind himself but he sees nothing.
"Down here big man!" He looks down only to see a tiny Dream, he would be no bigger then his hand. Unlike Schlatt who was about a head taller then Dream.
"What the fuck!? When did you get tiny?"
"More of the other way around... I'm normal size but you, your a giant!"
"Beside the point..." Tommy remembers Kristen mentioning to him that his godly powers would show more, but honestly he didn't think that was true, maybe because she was still taller then him. "What do you want Dream?"
"Obviously you died, like anyone here in limbo. This isn't the first-" Tommy stops him as he hears an echo. It's small yes but still very noticeable in the silent void. Thump thump, ba boom, ba bump and lub-dub. "As i was saying... What do I want? Well I came here to REVIVE you. Everyone misses you Tommy. And I miss you messing around in the server. I want the Tommyinnit back and alive."
"What? Revive me? That's impossible..."
"If it is... explain why I'm here talking with you, right now?" Dream smiles under his already smiley mask. Tommy was unsure... it couldn't be possible? Dream found a way to bring him back with everyone. He is brought out of his thoughts when he hears it again... It was a heartbeat that was coming from Dream. Tommy's eyes had gone wide, he reaches over to Dream grabbing him in one hand swoop. He places him closer towards his ear. "What the- Tommy!!" Tommy just shushes him as he puts his ear on his chest. Thump thump, ba boom, ba bump and lub-dub. Again. Being a bit faster but it was there... the sound of a heart. He slowly brings Dream away from his ear. Now they are meeting eye to eye. Tommy holds him in both of his now flat hands.
"How the fuck did you get here? And how are you alive?"
"Let's make a deal... how about it Tommy? I bring to back with me and you have to rescue me from prison."
"You're in jail!? What did you do?"
"Eh, destroyed the community house... twice and not to mention destroyed New L'Manburg after rebuilding."
"They made another L'Manburg???" Tommy thought back to what Techno said... government really does suck... it may had corrupted Tubbo as well...
"Yup as Tubbo is the president. He even exiled Wilbur after he burned down George's house." Tommy gasped.
"I told him to fix his mess! Not make it worse... also he burn Gogy's house!? Who does that... funny but still... wait Tubbo exiled Wilbur?"
"Yeah, he did. He even told me to escort him out."
"Techno was right... power really does corrupt people... so that's the whole deal? After you destroyed L'Manburg they put you in prison?"
"Sadly yes... I joined Techno because he's was right about the government... after the whole scenario when everything was calm. They found me and locked me up. They're trying to get Techno too."
"That's the whole deal... you revive me and I just break you out of jail? Is there anything else I should know?"
"Well yes one more problem... I would have to transfer your ghost here to replace you."
"My ghost? I had a ghost around as me??"
"Oh yeah, he was kinda like you... more on the happier side that is. He called himself Toast and had all your happy memories. Here put me down I'll show you." Just as Dream said Tommy put him down and out of nowhere a little ghost of Tommy's past appeared. Toast seemed to be crying blue tears.
"He promised..." Toast said in a shacky voice trying to hold tears back from falling but failing to do so.
"Who promised?" Tommy asked looking down at the small ghost of his past self.
"Wilby... he gave me his word that I wouldn't get hurt...he gave me his word!" Tommy's felt pity for the ghost...
"I-..." at a lost of words Tommy picks up the little ghost and give him a hug. "Don't worry I'll talk with him... you'll just wait right here for mumza to pick you up. I promise she'll take good care of you." He whisper to Toast.
"Mumza... she's really here?"
"Yeah, she'll take you with her and you won't be alone... you'll have to wait. I give you big innit's word." Toast seemed to just nod as Tommy gently places him on the ground once more. "Alright Dream... you got yourself a deal. After breaking you out... I don't want anything else to do with you. Got it?"
"Of course! You won't ever have to see me again. Last thing is to shack my hand." Dream said as he raises his arm out to him. Tommy Shook his hand and the whole room went dark.
As Tommy open his eyes he found himself under water. He quickly swam up to the surface just in time. The hole that he fell in although years ago was much deeper and even plants started growing from it. Above him as a bridge vines were hanging from it so he took his chance and grab on one. He climb it all the way to the top. He noticed that he was normal height again but even after looking at his reflection he was still older looking. 'At least I'm not as old as Phil.' He chuckle to himself. He looked around not seeing anyone the moon was already setting down as a new day was just beginning. Although something did caught his eyes... it was a grave. He walked towards it getting of the bridge that was probably made by Phil since he recognized that way his dad built. As Tommy looks at the grave there was a chest with Wilbur's old jacket he used in pogtopia was inside. He took it and wears it. 'I remember when this was too big for me... now it fits, hope he doesn't mind." He finally looks at the sign. "Tommyinnit "Theseus" Minecraft... a son, a brother, a best friend... May you be at peace with L'Manburg Symphony."
"T-Tommy?" A voice calls out to him. He turns around facing Wilbur, Tubbo, and another person he never meant before. Both Tubbo and Wilbur's eyes were wide staring up at Tommy.
Tommy smiled. "Did you miss me?" He said as the sun rose more into the sky.
here’s their designs i made a long while back,,,,,
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to put it simply: ranboo’s screwed.
like.. royally screwed.
as in, he was going to die.
you might think, well.. ranboo, surely that’s a bit of an overreaction? no one can mess up that badly, right?
well, imaginary person he just made up right now, you’d be wrong.
you see, it all started... some months ago, he thinks?
he was just minding his own business, going about finding berries to fill up his stomach, when he came across trouble.
and.. it’s not like he was unaware of the danger that lurks in the forest he calls his home — you’d have to be blind to ignore the claw marks that littered around various trees, marking out a territory.
but he never knew exactly what the predator was, nor had he ever had the displeasure of meeting it.
..at least, not until then.
..(it was as he was flying towards where a particular hawthorn bush was rooted — his favorite type of berry — when he saw it.
as soon as he registered the unfamiliar bright red color, he stopped in his tracks, quickly moving instead to hide in the branches of a nearby tree. as he hid, he looked back over to the red, and stilled.
there weren’t many large creatures that lived in this cold forest — he thinks the biggest thing he’s seen around were the few packs of wolves.
this... this thing- whatever it was- was way, way bigger than those. about.... seven feet tall, if he had to guess, and its body being way longer.
and, well, as a five-inch tall avian, that’s not really a good thing.
his eyes snap to the creature’s dark red scales, easily registering it as one of a snake. but.. then his eyes trail up, and he notices a lighter red fabric — the thing that brought his attention to the figure in the first place.
at this, he recoils slightly. not at the fabric itself, but at what’s under it.
because.... where the scales stop, there’s instead.. flesh. and as he takes in the rest of the creature, with its blonde.. fur? mane? hair? on top of its head, he finds it..
it looks a lot like him, almost. if he was bigger, and traded his brown feathers for red scales.
he unconsciously lets out a curious little twitter, finding himself slightly intrigued by this unfamiliar creature, when the thing perks up, its head swiveling around wildly. ranboo flinches back a bit, confused by this sudden change, before he realizes. it’s looking for him.
before he can fly away, though, it turns its head around, and immediately, its eyes land on him.
he freezes, heart stopping.
the two stare at each other, the creature looking up at him with an unreadable face. he can see it flex its sharpened claws, briefly, and as he looks into its slitted eyes, he realizes that this… this is the creature that dominates this forest.
and he just got its attention.
“hey there!” the creature yells up at him after a while, grinning up at him with an almost manic look, showing off its shining, sharp fangs.
he sucks in a breath as it talks — (it talks, he didn’t think it could talk, he hasn’t met anything that could talk like him before, not in a long while-) — but does nothing beyond that.
a moment passes, and he can see the creature’s grin turn into a frown.
“uh, hello?” the creature says again, sounding a bit more agitated. “i’m talking to you, dickhead.”
shit, is he making it more mad by not talking? will it hurt him if he stays quiet? but what will it do when he does talk?
too frightened by the idea of trying to talk, he instead chooses to stay silent, though not before a strangled chirp comes out of his throat.
more minutes pass as they stare at each other, as his heart beats fast, his breaths getting more and more shallow.
“....hello?” the creature asks, voice quieter than before, moving to go towards him-
as soon as the creature does, however, ranboo finally snaps back into himself, and pushes himself off of the branch he was on, taking off as fast as he could.
“wh- hey!” the creature yells out, sounding angry — (oh prime he made it angry-) — before he can hear sounds of grass being disturbed behind him.
oh, oh no, oh prime, he’s being chased-
“hey- HEY BITCH, STOP FUCKING- RUNNING!” the creature shouts at him, keeping up with him almost effortlessly, despite not having- you know, legs.
“uh, no- no thank you!” ranboo croaks out, his voice hoarse due to having been unused for a- a long time. “i think i’d rather not, actually!”
he hears the creature let out a laugh, before something behind him shifts, and-
he immediately ducks to the left just as something zooms past him — the creature, he finds, having tried to jump into the air, its claws having been stretched out, presumably in an attempt to grab him. instead, though, it falls onto the ground with a grunt, and he flies past it, going further and further away.
he laughs back at it, albeit a bit hysterically, with his eyes wide in panic. the creature growls at him, but doesn’t move to get up, allowing him to get away with his life.)..
if that was it, if that was his only encounter with the creature, then maybe everything would have been fine. he’d be a little traumatized, maybe, but fine.
but it wasn’t.
maybe if he never stepped foot back into the creature’s territory, he wouldn’t have to deal with all of this. it didn’t own the whole forest, just- a significant part of it. luckily, his home — a small nest in a quaint little sugar maple tree — didn’t reside inside of its territory, though it was a little too close for true comfort.
..but...... that area was the only place that had his hawthorn berries..
and.. maybe it’s a stupid idea to continue risking his life for some berries.
but.. he really, really likes those berries.
and, besides, he’s been to that area before- tons of times, in fact! and before then, he hadn’t seen the creature then. so, what are the chances he’d see it again?
..they were very high, as it turns out.
only a week had passed when he finally got the courage to tread back onto the creature’s territory, and for a while, it was looking good.
then he came across the creature again.
and then it chased him again.
he escaped, just like before, and didn’t go back for another week.
from then on, a tradition of sorts was formed — not one he really liked all that much, but it had formed nonetheless.
every so often, he ventured into the creature’s territory for one reason or another — the creature did inhabit a large portion of the forest, it was impossible to avoid it’s territory outright — he gets chased, they exchange banter(panicked on his part), he escapes and gets to live another day.
..(they were playing their little cat and mouse game when they first had a small conversation with each other.
“sooooo,” the creature drawled out, having just tried to pounce at him. “what exactly are you? i’ve never seen anything that looks like you before.”
“i,” ranboo panted out, trying to catch his breath, “could say the same to you.”
the creature hummed, moving itself into a hunched up position. if he weren’t so paranoid, he’d think it was just resting.
“well,” the creature said, grinning up at him with its sharp teeth, “i’m the biggest naga there ever is.”
“..a naga?” he repeated cautiously, hovering in the air a few feet away.
“yep! half snake, half human, full awesomeness.” the creature- or, the naga, laughed up at him, the end of its tail swaying back and forth. ranboo ignored the last part of the sentence.
“..uh-huh.” he murmured.
“what about you?” the naga shot back at him. “i told you what i am, now tell me what you are!”
he shouldn’t. he should just fly away, he shouldn’t even be talking to it in the first place.
but.... he decided to indulge it.
“i’m.. an avian,” ranboo said, “uh, part sparrow- or, bird, part.. human? and full- umm.”
“full pipsqueak?” the naga finished.
“wh- hey!” he crossed his arms, giving the naga a pout. “i’ll have you know that i’m actually taller than the rest of my species.” he paused. “i, uh. i think.”
before he could do anything else, though, something moved, and he gasped, shooting out of the way- just in time to see the naga try to jump at him once again.
he watched the naga fall onto the ground with an indignant cry once more, his heart beating in his chest.
(right. predator trying to kill him. he needs to stop feeling so comfortable talking to it.)
“wow,” he croaks out, laughing a bit hysterically, “i think you’re actually full, uh- jerk, actually.”
“yeah?” the naga calls out, moving to get up, “well you’re full of- wait, shit no come back here you prick!”
“nope!” ranboo yelled out, making his escape.)..
it was risky, toying with death so often. and it was especially dangerous riling up the naga so much. in reality, there was nothing really worth getting pursued by a predator — one day, ranboo’s luck was sure to run out, and he’d be left to face the consequences of his actions. in all honesty, he should just leave this forest all together.
..but.... he’d be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t lonely. he hasn’t seen anything like him in.. years. he hadn’t seen his parents since he was little, and after they disappeared, he had been living on his own ever since.
it.. it was sort of nice, in a way, to be able to talk to someone. even if that someone was trying to kill you.
and so, he kept venturing into the naga’s territory, practically flirting with death.
which.. led to now.
guess death finally picked up his calls, he thought bitterly.
it was funny. in the end, it wasn’t even the naga that brought his doom.
he had been attacked by a hawk, it landing a good hit on his wings, causing him to plummet to the ground.
so here ranboo laid on the floor of the forest, bleeding from the large cut on the back of his wing. every time he moves it, it hurts. maybe if he just grits his teeth, and pushes through the pain, he can- he doesn’t know. make it back home, he guesses?
but what about after that? his wing is still hurt — at this rate, he might not be able to go gathering for- for a whole week. and he needs to go gathering, he’s run out of food, that’s the whole reason he’s in-
he freezes.
he’s... in the naga’s territory.
he’s in the naga’s territory.
oh no, oh no no no no no no no no no no-
he needs- he needs to leave, yesterday. if- if the naga found him now, there’s no way he could escape it.
he’d be........
frantically, he tries to push himself up on the ground. warily, he shakes his wings- wincing when pain shoots up from his left. he can’t help but let out a strained twitter.
his heart stops when he hears grass being disturbed not too far away.
he tucks his wings back in, turning around so that he’s facing where he thinks he hears the noise.
please be some other creature. please be a bird- a squirrel. or a mouse, or- or a wolf, anything but-
his ears twitch when he hears a cruel laugh. his heart sinks.
no.. please, prime, no......
“well well well, what do we have here?” a voice calls out, before the naga comes into view.
he doesn’t move an inch. he just can’t bring himself to.
“what?” the naga says, “nothing to say? come onnn, it’s no fun if you don’t give me something to work off of!”
ranboo stays silent, though his heart feels like it’s beating loud enough to be heard by the both of them.
the naga stares at him, before pouting. “seriously? noth-nothing? cat got your tongue or what?”
he- he needs to do something, who knows how long he has until the naga grows bored and decides to just- but-but he can’t, he can’t find the energy to do- anything.
he croaks out a terrified little warble, shifting himself further away.
at that, the naga’s brow furrowed slightly, and seemed to give him a closer look.
shit, if it realizes he’s injured, he’s done for.
at that, he suddenly finds the motivation to do something.
“h-hey, are you-” before it can even finish, ranboo shoots up, pushing himself up off of the ground, and takes off into the sky. it’s a bad idea, trying to fly with an injured wing, but there’s no way he’d be able to outrun it on the ground.
he can hear the naga cry out, but he’s more focused on trying to push through the pain — each flap of his wings makes him grit his teeth, but he continues on.
usually, when he gets chased by the naga, he goes to take detours, various twists and turns that the naga can’t follow him through, but he knows if he tries that, he won’t have the energy to make it back home. even now, it takes effort to stay in the air.
so, instead he’s just booking it back to his nest. maybe if he gets there fast enough, he’ll- he’ll be fine.
he can’t hear if the naga is following over the fast thumping of his heart, over the wind blowing past his ears.
after what feels like way too long, he can finally see his nest in the distance.
he laughs in relief, and starts doubling his efforts — much to the chagrin of his own wings.
ranboo only barely stops himself from slamming into the hollow that holds his nest, and practically collapses into the mossy material, letting out a strained chirp.
for a minute, all he feels is relief, and exhaustion. his wing aches, both from the cut and having overexerted himself, and his foot still throbs, but he’s safe.
for a moment, he’s at rest.
then he registers the sound of something moving right outside his tree.
he shoots himself back up, and peeks out of the hollow.
the naga stares right back at him, only a few feet away from his tree.
he lets out a yell, slamming into the back of the hollow, gritting his teeth when pain shoots through his body from his wing.
what- what the hell is it doing here?!?
the naga never leaves its territory. never once, in all of times he’s been chased, has the naga ever even dared to step foot outside of its territory. once he makes it out, the sick little game they play is over until the next time he ventures there.
so why, why did it decide to break those unofficial rules now?
is it- is it tired of toying with me? is it taking advantage of the fact that i’m injured?
after what feels like years and a millisecond, suddenly, a face blocks the entrance of the hollow.
he lets out a startled warble, trying to push himself further into the wall.
for a minute they stare at each other, the naga looking at him with an unreadable expression.
he sees the naga’s mouth move, as if saying something(a taunt it’s taunting him it’s-), but he can’t hear it over the loud, rapid beating of his heart, through the blood rushing through his ears.
distantly, he’s aware that he’s hyperventilating, but it’s kind of hard to focus on that when death is literally right in front of you-
the naga looks like it’s trying to talk again, its brow furrowing, but he can’t hear oh god what is it saying to him what is it going to do to him why is it getting darker why is he feeling dizzy why is-
his vision blurs, and for a moment, everything is simply just- too much.
the last thing he registers is the faint sound of the naga’s voice — he can’t understand the words, but he thinks it almost sounds- panicked.
and then, everything goes dark.
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ah, shit. the avian passed out. that’s not good, tommy thinks.
for a moment, he just sits there, staring at them, before slowly, he reaches his hands inside the hole in the side of the tree, and gently scoops the little sparrow up.
and it's as tommy brings the avian close, seeing it in his hands, that he fully notices.
they.. they were so.... small.
like.. yeah, he always knew they were pretty tiny beforehand, it was hard not to notice. but.... it’s one thing to see them from a distance, it’s a whole other to see the poor guy in his grasp.
even with their wings extended, they were only just about bigger than his hands.
and.. now that he’s focusing on their wings.. is, is one of them injured?
he shifts the avian into one of his hands, and carefully touches their right wing. he stretches it out gently, and-
a large cut, right across. it isn’t too bad, all things considered — certainly not fatal — but it had to be painful to move.
and yet.. the avian still tried to fly away from him. surely, that couldn’t be good for their injury, yet they still did it.
they looked so.. so scared, too. not like all the other times he chased them.
or..
now that he’s really thinking about it.. was the avian just as scared as he chased them before? the sparrow always taunted him back — hell, sometimes they even started their fun little spats — but.. did the avian not see it the way he did? as a fun little game between friends?
did..
did the avian not think they were friends?
all this time, tommy thought they were on the same page — the avian kept coming back, after all — but.. if, if they thought that.. that he was gonna kill them, all this time..
fuck. he messed up.
and he didn’t know if he could fix this.
he was broken out of his thoughts as the avian shifted slightly. they had tucked the wing he had grabbed back in, letting out a quiet, pained warble as they upset their injury. after that, they went still once more.
tommy stared down at the avian, eyes still fixated on the wing.
..he may not be able to salvage whatever friendship he thought they had, but.. maybe he could still help. just this once.
and then, he’ll.. he’ll leave them alone, and they’ll never have to deal with him- never have to be afraid of him again.
not if he can help it.
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tommy ends up bringing the avian to his home.
or.. “home.” in actuality, it’s less of a home, and more of a place he resides in.
it’s in a cave, one incredibly hard to find if you don’t know the way. at least, no wild animals have made their way in here before.
or maybe they were just wise enough to stay away.
either way — typically, he doesn’t get many visitors.
and.. while he’s certainly wanted someone to hang out with for the longest time, this.. wasn’t the way he envisioned it happening.
once inside, he curls the end of his tail up, and carefully places the little sparrow inside. he tightens his grip slightly — nothing too tight, of course, just enough to make sure they don’t slip.
once tommy’s sure they’re secure, he turns towards where he hoards his possessions, and pulls out a bag — one that used to be owned by a stray camper, one who had run away at the mere sight of him, leaving behind all of their belongings.
it.. kind of sucks, being so feared all the time. it’s lonely. animals of all sorts try to stay clear of his path — which sucks when he wants to eat, or when he just wants a pal.
and he’s barely seen anything beyond animals — there tends to be very few humans that dare venture in the forest, let alone his territory inside. those that do are either unaware idiots, or think they could brave whatever lies in the shadows.
they both tend to run away with their tails between their legs soon after they enter.
and.. even if they were stupid, it.. still kind of hurts to see them run away.
but i suppose it can be good, sometimes, he muses, pulling out bandages from inside the bag, otherwise, i wouldn’t have this.
a first aid kit — granted, one for humans, not.. whatever the hell he and the bird are supposed to be. but, ehh, tah-may-toh tah-mah-toh, it’ll be good enough.
probably.
..hopefully.
tommy turns his attention back to the avian. slowly, he shifts his tail’s grip, releasing the injured wing from its grasp, while keeping the other one pinned; and examines the cut.
it wasn’t worse than before, but he can still see the red spreading around the surrounding feathers.
he unravels the bandage roll, tearing part of it off. he stares at the wide material for a second, before tearing it in half as well — it would be too big for the little bird’s wing, otherwise.
with the bandage obtained, he gently grasps the injured wing, stretching it out slightly.
he hesitates slightly, his eyes flicking back and forth from the wing and bandaged.
he.. doesn’t actually know how to take care of injuries. especially an injury on a wing.
wrapping it up in a bandage.. should help.... right?
welp, i fucking hope it does, ‘cause it’s the only thing i got.
he shifts his grip on the bandage, before carefully wrapping it around the wing.
it’s around the fifth or so wrap-around that the avian begins to move.
it’s subtle at first — a twitch here or there that could easily be explained as something else — until the little sparrow lets out a loud, frightened chirp.
that’s the only warning tommy has before the avian begins thrashing in his grip.
startled, he instinctively tightens his grip, tip of his tail wrapping slightly around the avians neck to keep them still.
that, however, seems to have done the opposite effect of what he wanted — the avian just began struggling even harder, flapping their injured wing in an attempt to get away — which hey wait no don’t do that-!
“wh- hey hey, no no no calm down!” tommy exclaims, turning the avian around to get a better look at them.
the first thing he notices is their expression — frightened, wide-eyes flickering everywhere, but seemingly unseeing. as he notes the panicked breathing, and the terrified peeps, tommy realizes — they’re not all here right now. they’re too busy being scared to fully realize why they’re scared.
“shit,” he mutters under his breath, eyes wide, while trying to think of what the fuck to do.
he’s- he’s barely been around other people normally, how the fuck is he meant to deal with this?!
uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-
tommy pulls the avian closer to him, and starts- petting their head.
look, he doesn’t know what the fuck else to do, okay?!
the bird flinches as soon as he touches them, but he rubs his hand through their hair anyway, all the while murmuring sweet nothings at them in an attempt to get them to calm down.
“shhh, you’re alright,” tommy whispers, “you’re okay, i’m not gonna hurt you, little sparrow. you hear me? i’m here to help, i promise.”
the avian can’t hear him, he knows that, and at first, they still struggled against him. but after a few minutes of murmuring and rubbing their head, the scared little chirps quiet, and their struggles die down.
and soon, they fall limp.
panicked, tommy snaps his hand away and quickly examines the avian.
after a moment, he relaxes. they’re fine, they just.. passed out.
again.
well, that was.. a thing. that happened, tommy thinks.
he relaxes his tail, and turns the avian away once more, looking again at the injured wing.
alright, tommy gives a tired smile, to no one in particular, let’s get back to this.
and then, we can..
his smile falters.
..and then, we never have to see each other again.
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it took a while for ranboo to wake up.
his mind had been awake for a bit, but he hadn’t bothered to actually.. get up. his body felt exhausted, and he just- wasn’t quite ready to deal with the day yet.
sadly, though, he felt his stomach growling at him, and he let out a quiet groan.
curse you, bodily needs, he pouted, before opening an eye.
he was in his hollow, he noted, which.. felt both right and... wrong, somehow. and- something was different, as well.
he wasn’t able to dwell on that for any longer, though, as his stomach ended up yelling at him once more, and he winced. damn, he felt really hungry right now.
with a sigh, he pushed himself up, before moving to stretch-
only to pause when one of his wings wouldn’t quite open up.
his brow furrowed, and he turned his head to check.
he- he couldn’t see it all that well, but-
one of his wings was wrapped up in a fabric.
“what the-?” ranboo muttered questioningly, blinking at the material.
his ear flicked absentmindedly as he registered something moving around, but he was too focused on his wing.
when.. when did this happen? did he, like.. wrap it up before? no, no he couldn’t have, surely he would remember?
..well, maybe not, he was never the best at remembering stuff, especially early in the morning.
......or, he thinks as he spares a glance outside, a bit before night..?
he doubletakes, and looks back out again. sure enough, the sky — or what little he could see of it through the trees — held an orange hue.
..okay, now he really needed to know what the hell happened, because he does not usually sleep in this late. hell, he doesn’t even take naps, there should be no reason for him to wake up at any time other than the morning.
think, ranboo, think — what happened?
he.. he had mistaken the amount of food he had left, and ended up running out this morning — he winced when the thought caused his stomach to churn, still yelling at him for not giving it an offering of sorts.
great, gotta deal with that for a while, i guess, he grimaces.
so, he went out today to go get food, and ended up going to the.. the naga’s territory.
and, as if the final puzzle piece clicked into place, everything flooded back.
holy shit, the hawk- his wing twitches, only now registering the dull sting of the cut underneath the fabric.
but, wait- the hawk wasn’t the only thing he encountered.
he gasps as he realized the last thing he remembered.
getting caught by the naga.
but- but if the naga got him, then- why is he in his hollow? was.. was it a dream- wait, no it couldn’t be, why else would his wing be injured. but then, then why is he-?
his ear flicks when he hears something outside again, and he freezes.
it.. it sounded like- like something was on his tree-
the naga was on his tree.
in a panic, his mind clouded, he darts towards the entrance of his hollow — he needs to get out, he needs to escape, he’s a sitting duck if he stays in there-
as he jumps out of the tree, though, he realizes something he forgot.
the fabric.
he tried to spread his wings, but- his injured wing is tied, he can’t fly, he can’t fly, he’s falling he’s-
something clasps around his body, and suddenly, he’s dragged onto the ground with a flop, and a grunt from somewhere behind him.
a moment passes, where he sits there wide-eyed, trying to register what happened.
and then it does.
ranboo whirls his head around in a panic- (as best as he can with how he’s trapped he’s trapped he’s-) and ends up staring the naga in the eyes.
the naga has half of its body on the ground, its arms outstretched in front from trying to grab him. the rest of its body trails up into his tree, the end of its tail curling around the branches in an attempt to keep it from falling. not that it did a great job, considering the fact that they’re still laying in the ground.
they stare at each other for a minute, ranboo’s heart beating fast the whole time, before the naga’s body scrunches up like a- a caterpillar. he’s confused, before realizing it’s simply trying to pick itself up.
it pushes its upper body off the ground, as the rest of its tail ends up slithering off of the tree.
soon, it’s standing(so to speak) normally, staring once more at him.
fuck, he thinks, wide-eyed as looks the naga in the eyes, this is it. i’m dead.
suddenly, the clawed-hands he’s in start to move, and he shuts his eyes tight with a terrified twitter, his breath halting.
he- he doesn’t want to see it. see what happens to him.
he can feel the claws around him twitch slightly as they move, carrying him- somewhere.
he jolts as he feels himself being placed on something soft, and before he can question it, the claws start to move away-
instantly, his eyes snap open as he throws himself away, his back slamming against the back of- something, and his wings scream at him in pain but it doesn’t matter he needs to get away get away get away-
his mind doubletakes when he realizes that he’s-
he’s back in his hollow.
he’s...... what..?
ranboo’s eyes snap back to the naga as its hands move out of the hollow, leaving its face in clear view.
he’s still breathing frantically, eyes still wide, staring right at the naga’s blue slitted eyes.
he’s- he’s never noticed they were blue before, actually. he’s usually too focused on, well.. staying alive, to pay attention to things like the color of his hunter’s eyes.
ranboo’s taken out of his thoughts when the naga speaks up.
“uh,” the naga says, and- he thinks he may be going crazy, because- the naga almost sounds like it's nervous, “i, uh- stay...here. you’re still hurt.”
it pauses, looking like it wants to say more, but, after giving him a once over, seems to decide against it.
instead, it.. slithers away out of sight.
for a few minutes, ranboo stays still, out of fear that it’ll come back. it- it has to, why wouldn’t it? it’s been after him for- for months...
but as time passes, he- he shakily walks towards the hollow’s entrance, looks around, and-
its.. it’s not nearby. not from what he could see, anyway. and- sure, it’s getting kind of dark, but- he’s.. he thinks it’s gone.
..why..? why did it leave? he- he’d been in its grasp.. twice, even, if the fabric on his wing had to say anything.
his eyes ended up trailing back to the material. now that he was closely examining it, he noticed.. it was a bit red, actually.
blood, he realizes. this.. was the fabric.. stopping the bleeding?
did.. did the naga.. help him....?
but- that doesn’t make any sense. ever since they met, the predator had been trying to kill him.
his thoughts were stopped when his stomach growled at him- shit, he’s.. he’s still hungry. but- he doesn’t have any food, and there’s no way he could go out to get more — even without the naga’s- threat? warning?- his wing is still hurt. the only reason he could fly on it before was the adrenaline.
he shook his head, looking back in his hollow- before freezing when he saw what was inside.
there was a roll of fabric, that looked similar to the material around his wing, but- that’s not what caught his attention.
no, what he had noticed was right beside it. it.. it was a whole pile of berries in his nest. one that could last him a whole week.
i.. how did i not see this before? he thinks numbly, staring at it. after a moment of deliberation, he walks up to it, cautiously picks one of them up, and inspects it. it.. didn’t seem to be any of the poisonous berries, at least not one he knows of.
hesitantly, he takes a bite into it- before freezing.
hawthorn berries, he realizes. his favorite.
who- he starts to think, but he stops himself. there’s only one thing that could have done this. the naga.
but.. why?!? why was it doing this?
his stomach growled at him once more- quieter, but much more needily, now that it knew there was something to satisfy it.
his eyes flicked between the entrance of his hollow, and the pile of berries, before he sighed, digging in once more. he.. he can think about it later. for now, he’ll just enjoy this while it lasts.
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it’s.. it’s been around a week since ranboo was injured, and found by the naga, and.. frankly, he’s still just as confused as he was before. maybe even more so.
it.. it hadn’t really come back. he was expecting it to —
why wouldn’t it? it had been chasing after him for- for months, why would it give up now?
he can only assume it’s the one who gave him the berries, as well as the fabric(which.. as much as he hated to admit it, especially if it was the naga who gave it to him, but.. it did help his wing, kept him from using it while it tried to heal), seeing as it was the only thing around, but.. the only question he has is.... why?
was it.. did it think it was unfair, to catch him while he was hurt? when he’s fully healed, will it.. will it immediately try to kill him again..?
oh prime, oh prime oh prime oh prime..
he let out a shuddering breath, before shaking his head.
it’s.. it’s no use thinking about that right now. it’s not like he could do much about it, anyway.
so instead, he dug into another berry, and tried to find something to distract himself.
he brings his attention to his wing — he thinks it might be about time to change out the fabric once again.
but, he realizes, as he takes a closer look, it doesn’t really look like he.. needs one? the fabric still looks pretty clean, even though he knows it’s been a while since it was first applied.
does.. does that mean......
carefully, he undoes the wrapping, and as he moves it away-
his.. his wing looks healed.
he flaps it experimentally, and- it doesn’t hurt.
his eyes widen, and immediately, he throws himself out of the hollow, and- and he takes flight.
ranboo lets out a laugh as he soars through the air, doing laps around his tree.
he- he can fly again!
prime, it’s been a whole week since he could fly- it doesn’t sound like too much, but the time had passed by slowly, between his injury and his fear.
he didn’t realize how much he missed flying — he guesses going without it for a week makes one forget how fun it can be.
ranboo lands on a branch, ignoring the small ache in his wing — maybe going all out with flying after not using his wings for a while wasn’t the best idea, but hey, he’ll live.
he sobers a bit.
he’s- he’s still alive. even after all he’s been through, even after that hawk, and getting caught by the naga, he’s.. still alive.
but for how long?
now that he’s better, will the naga.. go back to hunting him?
he.. he should probably leave. that would be the smartest thing to do. just- pack up(metaphorically speaking, he doesn’t have many belongings), and head out for a different forest.
he- he doesn’t know what the naga would do if he fell into its grasp again. it could- it could hurt him, could kill him, could-
could.. help him, he thinks, looking back at his wing.
ranboo.. still doesn’t know why exactly it helped him. his first thought was because it wanted to catch him fair and square, no outside forces, but..
if.. if that was the case, wouldn’t it have taken the chance to taunt him about it? it’s never passed that opportunity up before.
yet, beyond that first scare earlier in the week, the naga... hadn’t shown up since.
one would think that it would try to check up on him, see his progress, to know when he’s up for the taking again, but..
....but why else would the naga help him? it’s been incredibly adamant about hunting him — he would know, he’s been chased for months.
it just.. doesn’t make sense.
ranboo just wants an answer, at this point, but it’s not like he can get one.
..........unless, he......
....no.
no, he shouldn’t. he wouldn’t. he can’t, that’s- that would just be a death wish.
..but the other option was to just.. wait, and he thinks if he does that, his heart would just explode from anticipation.
if.. if he goes to the naga, at least then he’ll get an answer — it’s just.. that answer might end in his death.
is it.. really that better than just waiting..?
..well, if he keeps overthinking everything like this, he’ll scare his mind to death.
……if.. if he just stays out of reach, maybe he’ll be okay? just stay in the trees, in the air. he’ll.. he’ll be fine.
he’s gonna be fine.
he’s just.. potentially heading towards his demise. it’s fine.
just.. just take a deep breath, ranboo. you’re gonna be okay.
an answer. a reason, for why it helped him, for why he’s still alive. that’s all he wants.
as soon as he gets that, he’ll fly out of there. the naga won’t even get him.
you’re.. you’re gonna be okay.
an answer.
that’s it.
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it took a while for ranboo to find the naga.
in that time, he almost managed to talk himself out of this thirteen times, but- he’s still doing this.
it makes sense that the naga would be hard to find, he supposes — the naga’s territory was pretty large, taking up most of the forest. there was a lot of ground, and it could be anywhere inside it.
still, it’s a bit weird, seeing as any other time he’d encounter the naga not too long after stepping foot into its territory.
it’s as he’s flying around that he manages to catch sight of something red in the corner of his eye, and he nearly trips over himself in the air as he doubles back.
there, laying on a rock, staring at a lake, was the naga.
ranboo landed in a branch in a nearby tree, and stared at the naga for a second.
he opened his mouth to say something, but paused.
what.. was his plan here, exactly......?
..did he seriously not have a plan.
oh for- in all the time it took to find it, did he seriously not think of some way to at least start this conversation?
ranboo, you’re an idiot, he grumbled at himself.
okay- plan, plan he needs a plan.
how the hell does he start this? does he just- throw out the question right now? say hi?
he let out a quiet, frustrated twitter-
though, not quiet enough, he guesses, as he sees the naga’s ear flick.
and that’s the only warning he gets as he sees the naga whirl its head around, eyes darting around the area, before landing on him.
okay, mental note, ranboo? stop making chirps when you’re supposed to be hiding.
they stared at each other for a minute, ranboo not quite willing to make the first move, and neither was the naga, it seemed.
..oh, screw it, he’s getting nowhere with this.
“h.. hey there,” ranboo says hesitantly, his talons twitching slightly.
the naga’s ear flicks again, and for a moment, it says nothing.
“..ayup,” the naga replies. silence, for a moment, before it continues, “uh- how, uh.. how’re you doing?”
oh, great, he’s getting told icebreakers. this is nice.
“i’m- i’m fine. definitely better than before,” ranboo stiltily says, flaring his wings a bit to show it.
the naga hummed, nodding slightly. “good, that’s good,” it says.
the conversation trailed off again.
he’ll be the first to admit: this isn’t exactly what he pictured would happen. he thought he’d be- be immediately chased again, not.. awkward small talk.
prime, this isn’t going well, he grimaces, we’ve had better conversations while i was running for my life.
speaking of-
“why did you help me?” ranboo spoke up, deciding to give up and go right to the point.
the naga jolted slightly. “..what do you mean?”
“i mean- just.. why did you help me?” he repeats, “i thought- you’ve been hunting me this whole time, for months. why did that change?” and.. are you gonna do it again? he doesn’t add.
he doesn’t want the answer to that last one just yet, he doesn’t think he’d like it.
the naga’s eyes widened.
“i- i wasn’t trying to hunt you!” the naga said quickly, and despite himself, ranboo gave it an unimpressed look.
“ah, yeah, right. there was some other reason you kept chasing me down every time you saw me,” ranboo deadpanned.
the naga winced, ears flicking.
“okay, well- i was hunting you, yeah-” —ranboo tensed a bit— “but but!! i wasn’t going to kill you!”
ranboo blanched.
“well why else would you keep chasing after me?” ranboo asked incredulously.
“i just thought we were playing, like- a fucking game or something, like tag!!” the naga yelled, throwing its hands up, and-
huh??
“a- a game.” ranboo said numbly. “all these months. you were hunting me down. for a game.”
the naga paused, fidgeting with its claws.
“y..yeah?” the naga said hesitantly.
oh you have got to be kidding me.
“how in the world am i supposed to know that?!” ranboo shouted, waving his hands in the air, ignoring how the naga flinched, “what else was i supposed to think- ‘oh, hey look, this giant snake-thing keeps chasing me every time it sees me, guess it just wants to play tag!’. if i had that mindset, i’d be dead by now.”
the naga’s shoulders hunched, its eyes looking everywhere except for him.
“i- look, i’m sorry.” the naga said, causing ranboo to pause, “i-i didn’t realize- i thought you knew- i mean, you kept coming back! i just thought- ‘why would they keep coming back if they were scared’, you know? but- but i was wrong, i guess. and i’m sorry for that, big man.”
ranboo stayed quiet, thinking.
the.. the naga thought, this whole time, that this was a game. that’s- that’s fine, yeah no, just call the months of his life spent in terror of being caught a game, that’s fine.
he tries not to think about how he would have faired if the naga had tried to actually hunt him down.
but.. looking back, he.. has always engaged in the banter the naga threw at him. and.. well, sometimes he was the one who started it. and.. he did keep coming back. sure, it was because pretty much all of the good resources in the forest were in the naga’s territory, but..
he can see how the naga thought the way it did.
“so..” ranboo spoke up, causing the naga’s head to jerk up towards him, “this- this whole time- you.. weren’t going to kill me?”
“never,” the naga says immediately, shaking its head. “fuck, have- have you really been thinking that the entire time?”
ranboo hunched his shoulders, and nodded.
“shit, man, i’m- i’m so, so sorry. fuck, if i had known-” the naga cuts itself off, staring down at its hands, tail curling up anxiously, “shit, this.. this whole time, i thought- thought we were friends, but-” it clenched its claws, before knocking one of its fists against its head, “fuck, ‘course not, we’ve barely ever had a real conversation. i don’t even know your name, how could i-”
the naga kept yelling at itself, but ranboo tuned it out, instead just.. staring at it.
this.. really didn’t turn out the way he thought it would. he thought he’d be running away by now, not.. not listening to a predator berate itself.
the naga.. this is not how he’s used to seeing it act. usually they act a lot more sure of itself, more confident, less.. this..
it.. they seem really, genuinely sorry.
this isn’t how he thought this would turn out, no, but.. it’s certainly not the worst outcome.
after a moment of hesitation, he takes in a deep breath, and he jumps off the branch, fluttering down until he lands on the ground right in front of the rock the naga was laying on.
the naga only notices him right as he lands, recoiling as soon as they do.
ranboo looks up at them, ignoring how his mind is yelling at him for getting so close to a predator. they stare at each other for a moment, before he holds out a hand.
“my name is ranboo,” he says, giving the naga a gentle smile.
the naga’s eyes widen, as they stare down at him with a shocked look.
a moment passes as their claws twitch, before slowly, they lift up one of their hands, and, after a brief hesitation, they extend their hand towards him- before curling all but one finger as they realize that their hand is way too large.
he grabs at the finger, and they shake.
“tommy,” the naga- tommy- says, sharing a hesitant smile.
ranboo’s own smile grows bigger.
“nice to actually meet you,” ranboo says, giving tommy a cheeky grin.
tommy lets out a chuckle at that, and after that, all is calm.
the fear he felt rising in his chest dulls, until it’s barely noticeable, and as he stares up at the naga, he thinks.. maybe, maybe they really could be friends.
"Wait up Boss man!" Tubbo yelled out towards Wilbur who was hurrying walking through the thick snow storm. "Can't we talk about this? Can't it wait until tomorrow?"
"No Tubbo! They need to know! They have to know!" Wilbur yelled back as he approached Phil's gate towards his and Techno's cottage. With Tubbo right behind, he bangs on the door. They wait a couple of seconds until they were greeted by the large twin pigman. "Techno! My favorite twin... can we come in?" Techno moves out of the way to let them both in.
"As good as it is to see you Wilbur. Why did you bring the government along?" Techno ask staring straight at Tubbo. Who took a big glub, nervous out of his mind but hardly showing it. Good thing he had his hair covering part of his face since it was long and for Ranboo's sake.
"Techno... we talked about this. That's all in the past now. Tubbo is not president and there is no more government. L'Manburg is gone... Don't blame Tubbo for that mess... he wanted nothing to do with it."
"Still doesn't excuse him for attempting to murder me!"
"I-it wasn't my fault! It was Big Q- Quackity's idea! I was pressure by everyone and everything happening at the time. I never wanted to murder you!" Silent fell across the room. "I'm sorry Technoblade..." Even when Tubbo's head fell. He still knew that the pigman was staring at him.
"I may not forgive you fully Tubbo." Tubbo felt his hoof pat on his head. "But... it is a start." Tubbo was no longer tensed up, he was finally able to relax a bit.
"Let's just call it even. Ay boss man?" Techno nods in response.
"Alright you fucks! What's with all the yelling!?" Philza walks in. He had dark circles under his eye's and following right behind is a happy ghostinnit, Toast with a blue sheep named Friend. Toast had a few flower crowns in his hand while holding onto the lead to guide Friend.
"Wilby! Tubbo!" Toast excitedly yells out floating towards them and placing the flower crowns on their heads. "I made these for you both! I have one for Ranboo too!" Both Wilbur give him a small smile but Wilbur's doesn't stay for long.
"M8... how about you give the flower crown to Ranboo? He's just next store inside his house." Phil pointed out.
"Yeah! That'll cheer him up! Come on Friend, let go met Ranboo." Friend baahs and follows him out next store to Ranboo's.
"Now, that he's out of the way and ear shot. What's the matter Wil? You usually love Toast gifts..."
"I know... just something Dream said..." Wilbur responds.
"You mean that green homeless teletubbie?" Techno speaks up getting a few chuckles.
"Yeah, before we put him in prison. He told us- well me and Tubbo... there's a way to bring back Tommy... not as a ghost but him." Everyone stays in silence. Not a single word was spoken after Tommy's name was spoken.
"Revival?" Phil dared broke the silence. "Your saying that Dream has the revive book?"
"Yeah, he called it that too! But we already put him in prison... also he showed us how it works with bring Tommy's old pet cow back... Henry." Tubbo reply.
"How... how did you know about the book?" Wilbur look at Phil with a confused look.
"I went to research a way to bring Tommy back before I even learn about that book. I even spoke with your mother."
"Mumza!?" Both Wilbur and Techno said in unions.
"Yes, unfortunately myself and Tommy are the only ones who are able to travel to her realm. You know angel of death and such... we both had a conversation regarding this situation. If Dream has the book then that means-"
"He can revive Tommy." Techno spoke for him.
"Actually... but..."
"There's a but? What's the but?" Tubbo intruded.
"I'm getting there m8... But, Tommy won't be the same... it's been 14 years since he's been dead."
"Eh, I think your age is showing Phil... Tommy's been dead for 5 months or so..." Techno snickered with Tubbo.
"That's what I said but Kirsten told me limbo works entirely different from the overworld. For us he's been gone for 5 months but for them it's been 14 years..."
"He's been in limbo for 14 years... that... no that... that can't be..." Hearing those words made his heart drop.
He started rethinking to that day. The fall of Manburg... their victory... his lost of sanity. If it wasn't for Tommy taking Phil's hit, this could have been a different story...
"What are you doing?" Wilbur looked up seeing his father at the entrance of the control room he was in.
"Ok I will admit..." he paused looking for the right words though his sanity. "Do you know what this button is?" He steps a bit to his right showing Phil the button.
"Yes, I do..." Phil responds back.
"Have you heard the songs on the walls before? Have you heard the song... I was just saying I made this big point and it was... it was... there was a special place where they can go and it's not there anymore... it's not..."
"But it is there..." Phil intruded his thoughs. "You just won it back Wil."
"PHIL I'M ALWAYS SO CLOSE TO PRESSING THIS BUTTON Phil... I've been HERE like 7 or 8 times, I've been here. 7 or 8 times... Phil I've been here so many times." Silence for just a mere second until fireworks can be heard from above them. "Their fighting Phil... their fighting."
"And you just want it to all blow up?"
"Yeah... I do. I think... I've-..." he hugs Phil close a brief moment of sanity still hanging on for just a moment.
"You fought so hard to get this land back. So hard."
"I don't even... I don't even know if the button works- I don't even know... I could... I could and it might-" a flip switch in his brain as he looks back at the button on the stone wall.
"And you really want to take that risk?" Phil chuckles but too deep into his own mind... Wilbur can't seem to hear it. "There is a lot of tnt, potentially connected to that button." Wilbur unhugs him.
"Phil..." he chuckles for a moment. "Phil... there was a saying... by a traitor once apart of L'Manburg..." He walks up to the button. "I don't know if you know of Erit?"
"Yeah?"
"There was a saying... I t w a s n e v e r m e a n t t o b e." And he pushes the button, setting off every tnt creating the massive hole. As he did he could of heard of Tommy's voice in the distance, shouting his name. Once everything had quite again Wilbur realized Phil had shield him from the blast. The hole reviled the sky and sun shining on them as if this was all a stage for them. They both could see the others fighting, Techno against Tubbo and Nikki. He couldn't heard what Phil was saying but he smiled. "MY L'MANBURG PHIL! MY GREATEST UNFINISHED SYMPHONY FOREVER UNFINISHED!! IF I CAN'T HAVE THIS PHIL, THEN NO ONE CAN!" As he looks at what he had done, he can see everyone his son, best friends all looking down in horror. His sanity returns for another moment. He is in tears as he looks down towards Phil. "Kill me Phil... Phil kill me. Stab me with the sword." He towards his sword towards him. "Murder me now. Kill me, do it! Kill me Phil, murder me. They all want you too. Do it, kill me, kill me."
"YOU'RE MY SON!!!" Both eyes come together... both regret. Both sorrow. Both pain.
"Phil, kill me!"
"No matter what you do-"
"Phil this isn't... LOOK, LOOK! Look how much work went into this and it's gone! Do it! Do it!" As Philza raises the sword high in the air. Wilbur closes his eyes waiting for death to imbrace him. But it didn't. He opens his eyes to see Tommy in-between both him and Phil. Not only that but a pair of wings of his own similar to Phil's. He hid them so well from everyone. "Tommy?" With the sword straight though his chest he fell to his knees. "TOMMY!!!" Wilbur and Phil said in union. "Tommy... no no no... Tommy. You weren't- you weren't supposed to be here you stupid child!" Tommy gave him a small smile.
"Nether were you..." Wilbur tires to lay him down but Tommy refused. He was losing so much blood, he was on a timer. "Wilby... you need to fix... your mess... you gave us a home... we fought for it... im not... letting you go... i rather die then... let it go..." His ocean blue eyes fades to a light gray. "Don't... you... DARE... follow me..." with his last breath, he falls backwards into the massive hole.
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"Wilbur!?" Tubbo screamed. "Wilbur are you even listening?" Wilbur blinked a few times. So caught in his memory he forgot the others were still here.
"Huh what, sorry... I must of zoned out... what were you saying again?"
"Quick version... we were voting on Tommy's fate." Phil spoke. "So far I voted no while Techno and Tubbo voted yes."
"Before you say anything Wilbur... Phil's reason was because Tommy's making Kristen, our mother happy... I don't blame him but I do miss his laughter. I'll never say it to him but I miss our younger annoying brother." Techno said.
"Same goes for me... I miss Tommy. My best friend... Toast is... isn't the same but I don't hate him for it. I just want my best friend back..." Tubbo said holding back the urge to tear up.
"Don't I get a say in this?" Toast said as he opens the door with Ranboo behind him. Every fell silent. "Well don't I?" He repeated.
"Of course you do Toast..." Wilbur finally responded.
"So, I was hearing the whole thing from outside. I'm sorry but I was curious... Ranboo listen in too but I don't blame him. If Tommy comes back then I would take his place in limbo... I don't want to disappear... but I understand what he's going through... I understand that he misses all of you... So it's my choice that really matters, right?"
"Mate... You don't have to-" Toast cuts Phil off.
"I don't have too but... but I want too! I want everyone to be happy... I don't belong anywhere but with Tommy, since I am him... all his happy memories... their not mine but his. So my choice is... bringing back Tommyinnit Minecraft." Everyone was shocked but nodded in union. Although Wilbur was hesitant, he still nodded.
"Then I see it's settled... We're bringing your bother back. First we need a plan. Even with the book we don't want Dream bringing back the wrong person." Phil said.
"Right... we don't need Schlatt around here. He's caused enough trouble for us." Wilbur mentioned.
"What if we send Toast in with me to see Dream and we kill him after he brings Tommy back? That way he won't be able to revive anyone else but Tommy." Tubbo said while holding up an axe which Ranboo suggests to lower down.
"However we do it... everyone needs to promise me, that I won't... that I won't die."
For the prompt game "Please don't cry" with Tiny Phil and Giant Tommy?
Phil was very hesitant as he stood at the entrance of the cave, debating one whether or not he should go in. He should just leave Tommy to his own devices, but the kid looked very upset with what Techno said and Phil’s dad instincts were screaming at him to go comfort the giant child. Phil took a deep breath and spread his wings, flying into the cave in search of the giant child.
It was very easy to find Tommy by following the sound of sniffling. Phil fluttered in place for a moment, extremely saddened by how upset Tommy seemed. He already told Techno what he said was wrong, but now he thinks he’s going to have a proper talk with him later. But first, Tommy.
“Hey, mate. You holding up alright?” Phil flew in front of the giant so Tommy could know where he is. Tommy quickly reached up to wipe away his tears, not wanting Phil to see him like this.
“Oh hi Phil. I’m fine, I’m a big man. It was just words. Just...” Tommy trailed off as the tears began to fall again. Phil looked at Tommy sadly and flew over to his face and tried wiping away the tears with his hands.
“Please don’t cry.” That seemed to make Tommy hiccup and cry harder, prompting Phil to give up on wiping the boy’s tears and instead tried pressing himself into his face as a hug. Tommy brought a hand up behind Phil to hold him there and shifted his nose to nuzzle into the older man’s chest.
Phil grimaced a bit, his shirt becoming wet and sticky, but he continued hugging Tommy’s nose. Tommy needed comfort and Phil had basically adopted him as his son, despite the major size difference. Phil whispered small words of reassurance and pat Tommy’s nose. Tommy just pressed his nose into Phil’s chest a bit harder at the action, earning a strained chuckle from Phil.
“Alright Tommy, you’re starting to squish me there.” Phil was glad when the pressure lessened, though he was still pushed against Tommy’s nose. He was just glad he wasn’t being squished anymore.
“Sorry... Techno was right, all I do is hurt people...” Phil smacked Tommy’s nose, forcing the boy to go cross-eyed and look at him confused.
“No. He was not right. Mistakes happen and I’m here for you now.”
Tommy smiled and nuzzled his face into Phil’s chest again. Phil just wondered how he managed to find himself such an amazing son.
Sorry/notsorry for any story life hits right and I haven't had time to actually continue to write any stories. Plus I'm almost done with high school and still working to, I'll try to post again soon, thanks for your patience :3
An SBI au where Wilbur, Techno, and Tommy are brothers. (Wilbur and Techno are piglin hybrids twins (adopted) and Tommy is biological son of Phil and Kristen also a god himself because of mumza) All the events of the DreamSMP plays out normally except Tommy was the one to die at the hands of Philza in the 1st explosion of L'Manburg. Wilbur doesn't get killed by Phil and regains his insanity back. Techno still sets off the withers and felling betray by his brother. Tubbo becomes president and meets Ranboo. More events of dsmp plays out but Wilbur instead of Tommy is there. Dream blames Wilbur for burning down George's house, then he gets exiled. In exile, he meets a strange ghost, named Toast, it's Tommy's ghost. Toast explains how he's been living with Techno, Phil, and Ranboo in the arctic. Dream visits Wil every day trying to manipulate him but it doesn't work (not like Tommy's exiled). Soon he leaves exiled and follows Toast to his brother's humble abode. Techno doesn't like how Wilbur was here asking for a place to stay but after a long apology to his twin, Wilbur managed to earn Techno's trust. Again more events happened to lead to doomsday! Wilbur was at his brother's side destroying what he should have long ago, he managed to stop Techno from hurting Tubbo and Toast has a talk with Phil. Toast asks Phil why did he destroy L'Manburg. (Similar to the screen of how Ghostbur yelled at Phil for killing Friend, except Toast doesn't yell) Phil responds with "It was for the great or good, my son." Toast nods and hugs his Dad while he shields him from the rain. After that Phil searchers for ways to revive Tommy. He visits his beloved goddess of death, his wife, Kristen. (How it goes)
Death hums as she plants her beautiful deathly roses in the garden. She hears footsteps behind her, she smiles. "Back already? I thought it would take you longer like last-" her eyes widened. She did not expect to see her beloved husband here of all places. Her smile grows as she lays her hands down for him to step up. He approaches her hands and he is lifted into the air meeting her face to face. "Philza! Well, this is a pleasant surprise! What brings you here my love?" She asks giving him pecks of kisses.
"I'm sure your aware of what had happened to Tommy..." her smile drops.
"Tommy... of course, I know. He ended up here with me, it was at least 14 years now if I remember."
"14 years!? He's only been dead for 5 months (apologizes if the math is incorrect!)."
"Well, time works differently here in limbo... but don't worry I'm taking care of him. He's the best assistant I could have asked for."
"Assistant? What have you both been up to?"
"Well, I took Tommy under my wing. Him being my son and an angel of darkness such as yourself. He didn't have to be alone. In a way, he has been taking care of me..." she sets him down. "But I know this isn't what you're here for."
"No... although I love hearing how you're both keeping each other company. I wanted to ask you about a way to bring him back. Bring Tommy back alive." In the end, she explained to Phil that there is a way to revive a person but she doesn't have that power. Instead, there was a book. The revive book, she explained how XD had one but lost it in his realm. With it, they could revive anyone but it was a one-time use. The only hope Phil had to revive his youngest son was a book, what he didn't know is that this book was in the hands of a smiley green homeless teletubbie.
Even more events happens and Wilbur also Tubbo goes to get Tommy's old disc back from Dream from there they learn about the revive book. They lock Dream up in prison waiting for a chance to revive Tommy. But all of them are having second thoughts. (And finally our story begins here!)
Notes: GUESS WHO ISN’T DEAD BITCHES! So I started writing a new story, one that’s gonna go for a while if I can keep on this train of motivation. I’m trying out a new schedule for managing my time in school and if it works then I’m going to be in a much better place. Taking some time out of my day to write recently has also been refreshing, so I’m starting to go back to writing more. Dunno if I’ll post everything I write since some of it is OC stuff, but we’ll see. Maybe I’ll get courage to post it, though I’m not too sure yet. Anyways, enjoy the first part to my new AU! It’s more of an introduction to the AU and them meeting but I’ll figure story out soon (I hope)
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Tommy nervously wrung his hands as he paced the tiny room. He was thankful for the fact that he didn’t have to hunch over to walk or even have to crawl for once. Sure, he only had about two inches of space over his head, but it was more than he normally got, so he was thankful.
He had found rather quickly that most places apart from Earth were not suited for humans. Everything was small. Maybe, if he had known about this inconvenience he wouldn’t have volunteered to join an alien crewship all those years ago.
Tommy scowled at the thought of the past crewships he has been a part of. He’s been with many species but they only tolerated him for a month tops before “regretfully” releasing him from the crew, leaving him fumbling to find another crew or return to Earth. And at this point there was no way he’d willingly go back.
"So, what really happened?" Techno spoke as he lower his book to meet his brother's gaze.
"What ever do you mean, Techno?" Wilbur says trying to avoid the question.
"You know what I mean Wilbur... I heard what you and Puffy were talking about."
"How did you-"
"I saw you running up to her and Dream from the window. I snuck through the back door and listen in to your conversation. What were you thinking? Going into the forbidden forest... you could have died from those giants or worst you could have been eaten alive." Techno at this point puts his book down fully.
"When are you so concerned about me? I thought you never cared for anything or anyone. You know... blood for the blood God and stuff." Wilbur dug his head more into his pillow not wanting to deal with any of Techno's lecherous.
"Wilbur, I'm serious. If you were gone I would have to do your chores and both of us know that you never do them right. Besides I do care..." Techno said more quietly. He lays on his bed and pulls the covers over himself. "Just don't do it again... I don't want to lose you."
Wilbur looks over to him thinking if he can join him and Niki to meet Tommy. It would be best if he becomes friends first before Tommy met with Dadza. "Techno... you should come with me and Niki tomorrow. I want you show you something."
"Quick change of pace but if it's one of your tricks again then I don't want part of it-"
"No, it's not! Just someone I meet... I think you'll like him... or at least your reaction will tell me otherwise." He gave off a small yawn, slowly closing his eyes at his brother.
"Fine... just for you..." Techno gave a yawn back and they both fell into a deep slumber.
Meanwhile
"The forbidden forest, Clay? Out of all the places you can chase people into..." Puffy scolds Dream.
"Sorry, papa... in my defense he stole our stuff!" Dream reply back from his corner.
"No excuses. It's dangerous for anyone to go in there... even if you can change your size."
"Foolish goes in there all the time! I don't see him getting in trouble." He pouts.
"He what!?"
"Whoops." Knowing his mistake, Dream just broke his promise to his youngest brother. Now he was more in trouble with his dad and brother. Puffy races upstairs as Dream covers his mouth and looks away. For them the forest wasn't dangerous, sure there are monsters and ginormous creatures that will eat you but being a sizeshifter sure helped out a lot in those situations. Hiding abilities like those can be difficult. Dream has gotten better with his unlike Foolish, just one scare and his head gets stuck in the ceiling. Although he couldn't do anything but run away from whatever was chasing Wilbur and the others.
(Little shorter then normal. I want to introduce a new au of the sbi, so no more new brother for the time being)
Tommy could remember it like it was yesterday. He'd only been a calf at the time, his red poppies and white daisies having yet to reach their first boom after finally growing in. His brother had lead him into a field, one that would become familiar over the years. Tommy could remember always trying to grab Dream's blooming yellow dandelions and white daisies just like Tommy's; it wasn't until the younger moobloom was older that he'd know not to grab at the flowers growing in their fur.
That day had been bright, as most days had been in their woods. Tommy had held onto Dream's yellow tail as he followed them into that field that would come to be their own. Dream rushing them the entire way there, wanting to show Tommy something there- then just as fast as they'd been running, Dream suddenly stopped and sat down in the tall grass, telling the red calf to follow suit.
"Wha- but Dwem we just ran! Why we sitting now!?" Tommy had asked, running in a circle around the older moobloom. The calf had been annoyed by his brother, he thought they were going to do something fun today, not lay in the grass!
Dream only chuckled and grabbed the younger's hand and pulled them down to sit in front of him. "I told you Toms, I'm going to show you something!" He smiled at them gently, his eyes full of patience for the energetic calf.
"But this is just a bunch of grass!!!" Tommy protested, crossing his arms and pouting. His brother was so weird and boring….
"Yes, but look closely…" Dream pointed down, directing Tommy's gaze to look at the ground where something green was quickly growing. The calf's eyes widened and he gasped in wonder as a small daisy bloomed- making Dream laugh fondly at them. "Cool right?"
"It's so cool!! How'd it do that!?" Tommy didn't hesitate to pick the flower out of the ground, it looked exactly like how his own daisies were going to look once they bloomed.
"Well, as mooblooms we can help flowers grow, see?" Dream picked a small poppy that had grown next to the missing daisy.
"Holy sheet! Look look!!!" Tommy ripped a dandelion out of the ground, his eyes practically sparkling. "It looks like you!!!" The calf held it up to the dandelions on Dream's back, marveling at how it looked exactly the same.
"Yep," The elder chuckled fondly. "now hold still, I want to make you something-" Before the yellow moobloom hybrid could even finish his sentence, Tommy was already bouncing in place with impatience.
"But I don't wannaaaaaaaa!" The child whined. He always hated being still.
"It'll only be for a few minutes, you can even play with the bees while you wait-"
"Don't wanna, bees are mean!" Tommy complained even more, making Dream buff in annoyance.
"Isn't Tubbo a bee hybrid?" Dream asked, knowing about Tommy's much smaller friend.
"Yeah- but he's a hybid!!! He doesn't sting and sheet like act-yewal bees!" The calf whined even more.
"C'mon Tommy, bees are nice, they're our friends." Dream lifted his hand so a bee could land on his finger, trying to show Tommy that they weren't all mean.
"Bees not fwen!" Tommy crossed his arms and glared at the small insect.
"Tommy-" The elder started to scold, but then got a better idea. "Y'know how I told you flowers make pollen to help each other grow?"
"Yeah! And Wilby said it plant segs!!" Tommy smiled, giggling a little as he remembered the first time he said the word sex around Dream, and even now they frowned at the word.
"Right… well bees help plants get pollen." He explained, smiling and trying not to think about murder plans again-
"They do?"
"They do!! Look, you can even see the pollen on them now, ready to be delivered!" As Dream said that, Tommy looked closely at the bee and gasped.
"They do! They doo!!!!" Tommy scooped the bee up, completely forgetting about-
"Wait Tommy it'll still sting you!!" Dream quickly grabbed the calf's hands and opened them so the bee could fly away and not sting them.
"Aww, bee…." He watched the bee go sadly.
"Don't worry Toms, more will come." Dream ruffled their hair, smiling when Tommy giggled. "Now will you wait while I make something?"
"Yeah!" Tommy smiled, already lifting his hands to collect bees.
It was a few minutes later when Tommy yelped, flinching as something was suddenly put onto his head. He frowned when all his bees left as well, but then smiled agaywhen he heard his brother laugh.
"Look-" Dream said as Tommy reached up and pulled something off his head- it was a ring of flowers!!
"Wooaaahhh!!!" Tommy smiled and put it back on.
"It's a flower crown." The elder explained as he put a second one onto his head.
"A crown? Like what kings have!?" Tommy immediately stood up, bouncing with excitement.
"Yeah!" Dream laughed, standing with them. "Now you're king of the field!!"
Tommy laughed and Dream laughed with him, as the rest of the day was filled with them running around and having fun in their field. Making more crowns, sneezing at flowers, and chasing bees.
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A few years later, after Tommy's flowers had first bloomed and was now twelve, they went back to their field- but what was special about this trip was that it was in the middle of the night.
"Dream, what the fuck are we doing out here at night?" Tommy asked his brother as he was dragged into their field. He didn't mind fighting mobs, but he also hated having been woken up and being forced to be tired.
"I got something new!" Dream smiled back at his baby brother who was trailing behind him and holding his tail.
"Can't whatever it is wait 'til morning?" Tommy groaned, trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes.
"Nope!" Dream didn't stop leading until they were in the middle of the field and the night sky was completely visible. "Look up!"
"Dream, I've seen stars before." Tommy deadpanned, but still looked up anyways, noting how Dream pulled a book out of the bag slung over his back.
"But you haven't seen constellations before!" Dream smiled and walked up to stand next to Tommy, the book he had now open to a page full of pictures.
"What's that?" Tommy asked as he took the book from Dream and looked at the pictures.
"It's stories told through stars!!" Dream wrapped an arm around Tommy's mid section and pulled them close to himself so they could both see the book.
"Dream. Stars are just white dots in the sky. They aren't words." He looked up at his brother in annoyance.
"No- but- okay Tommy look up." Dream directed, and Tommy did look up. "See that cluster of stars?" He pointed, and Tommy nodded.
"Yeah, what about it?"
"Okay, if you connect them like this-" Dream traced and invisible line between the different stars. "They make a picture!" Tommy watched, then his eyes widened as he understood.
"Holy shit!!!" Tommy looked down at the book, his smile widening as he recognized the picture Dream pointed out to be Centaurus from the book. "Show me more!!"
And so, for the next few hours the two brothers stayed under the stars, learning about the sky from a book. Dream sometimes making up stories to entertain Tommy as they went from standing in their field to laying against each other in the grass.
"See those two up there?" Dream suddenly asked, tracing another star cluster. "The ones that look like two smaller versions of Centaurus?"
"Yeah?" Tommy yawned and snuggled closer to Dream's side.
"Those are our parents." Dream smiled down at the younger, gently pushing their hair out of their face. "That's where they disappeared to."
"Dream…" Tommy yawned again. "When we disappear, will we go up there to see them?"
"Yeah Toms… yeah we will."
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"Dream!!!" Tommy called out, this time he had something to show his brother in their field, and was excited to make them proud. He ran through the tall grass over to his yellow furred brother.
"What is it Tommy?" Dream giggled at how excited the now teenage moobloom seemed to be.
"I got something amazing!!!" Tommy reached back and opened his saddle pouch, it was usually used so his friends could catch a ride, but at the moment Tommy just had it on instead of his bag because he'd been too lazy to take it off. "Look!" He said in excitement as he pulled out two music discs.
"Woah, these are really rare!" Dream gently took one of them.
"Yeah I know! I got them from a cave earlier!" Tommy explained while practically bouncing in place. "Wanna listen to one?"
"Yeah!" Dream was quick to pull out a jukebox from the bag on his back and put it down on the ground, where Tommy put on a disk that played a slow beat. The two started dancing to the song, happy to be in their field together.
"Where….?" An unfamiliar voice broke the two out of their trance as they looked over at the edge of the field. There was a man neither had seen before standing there, he had raven black hair, a white button up shirt with suspenders, and a deep scar on his face. In his hand he held a purple bound book with a green swirl on it, and behind him was some weird watery circle with the same glowing design.
"Tommy, get behind me." Dream commanded, not even waiting for the younger to do so as he got in front of them protectively, and glared at the revenette.
"Oh- oh holy shit it worked!!" The mysterious man yelled and laughed… after that nothing was ever the same for Tommy again.
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Now Tommy stood in the middle of a concrete road. Their field was gone now, the entire forest was gone now, replaced with this awful thing the humans that came called a city. The lonely moobloom slowly walked across the road, his hooves clicking uncomfortably on the hard surface as he found a familiar grey stone with words etched into it. Tommy carefully sat down next to the stone, cringing at the way the concrete scraped at his bare legs, then his stomach of his centaur cow half.
"Hey Dream… sorry I didn't come yesterday, I'm still- I'm still running from Qua- Quackity like you said to…" Tommy said, feeling his eyes sting as tears threatened to fall. He ignored the pain and instead put a hand on top of the stone. "I- I found our discs again today, and I uhm, I found some shears- I know you said not to- to pick my own flowers, but there's nowhere to grow any and I wanted to make you something…." He reached into his saddle pouch, something he wanted to take off but the humans that had come had banned anything that could wear a saddle from removing one. In the pouch Tommy grabbed something and pulled out a flower crown.
"Here you go, it's- it's like the one you made when we were kids, remember?" Tommy gently placed it on top of the stone. "Uhm- oh I also got the book again, I had to steal it- but we can stargaze tonight if nobody is on patrol." He smiled and patted his pouch where the book resided.
"I- I miss you, y'know…. I mean, I know I see you at-at night, up in the stars with our parents… yeah I-I noticed how a third one showed up behind them after you- after you…." Tommy sniffled and wiped some tears off of his face. "Yeah… but- but hey! We- we can listen to Mellohi again, yeah?" Tommy pulled the disk out of his pouch and put it into the jukebox at the foot of the headstone. He listened as the slow melancholy notes started to play and felt his tears starts to fall down, unending now. "Please… please Dr- Dream, please come back…"
Tommy hugged the grey gravestone as lonely haunting notes played. He could feel the engaged words he'd had to make himself against his skin. He didn't have to read them. He knew what it said. "Dream. The greatest brother to have ever lived."
giant protective dadnoblade with child ranboo please?
:0000 Dadnoblade! Yasss!
Warnings: None
Words: 600+
Who knew that the almighty Blood god would inevitably become a father, especially one that was a tiny child? Sure, he took care of Tommy from time to time but he never really got along with the kid, he never hated just their relationship was strange, to say the least but the two of them knew they had each other’s backs.
That wasn’t the point, the thing is he had somehow come to adopt this small child, an orphan, things he was renowned for killing, but instead be cared for this one in the palm of his hand, he wasn’t quite sure how, but he somehow grew attached to the kid, so did the voices as they screamed at him to protect them.
He never hated this choice though as Ranboo was adorable, not only that but he saw potential in the boy, not in ‘EEEE’ and ‘Kill! Kill! Kill!’ kind of way but in a way of a merciful person, a neutral in all stances, a warrior, somebody that could prove to be strong.
He loved Ranboo with all his heart, he loved to pick up the boy and nuzzle him with his snout and keep him warm during the cold nights, he was worried about the days Ranboo one day would grow up and leave him, or that he was a bad father…
But Ranboo’s tiny smile also proved him otherwise and he couldn’t be happier, he wasn’t alone though since he didn’t have a lot of experience with kids, he had his brother Wilbur to help since well, Wilbur had raised a son of his own, although not tiny but Wilbur knew how to calm Ranboo down easily, unlike Techno who was terrible and awkward at it. It’s not that he didn’t try but he never quite got the hang of it, he’s still practising though.
He also had his dad Phil, who was now a grandfather of 2. Phil was a legend when it came to babysitting Ranboo whilst Techno was either hunting or working on stuff, Ranboo was always either smiling or asleep around the man, which just goes to show how great his father was well, a great father.
Not to say Tommy had the same charm as his father but he always managed to keep Ranboo safe despite the trouble the two get into, at the end Ranboo is always held close to his chest, asleep.
Not to say everything was perfect though, currently, he and Tommy were having some trouble catching the tiny child. Ranboo was in no way mischievous, but he did have a tendency to accidentally get into trouble with his abilities.
“Ranboo! Stay!-“ Tommy was cut off when the child disappeared again, teleported to someplace else, “Dang it, almost had em’ “, Techno sighed and pinched his snout, “It’ll be a while at this point until we can catch him”.
“Fu- I mean Crap for his enderman hybrid-ness”. Tommy mumbled, which in response got a slap in the back of the head from Techno, “OW! You bi- I mean female dog!”.
Then they heard Phil from the other room, “Ranboo! Wait!” then a huge bang! And then, “Dang it! He’s gone again!”.
They then heard the tiny screaming, Techno whopped around to see his son yelling from falling, to which he caught. Ranboo flinched as he was on solid ground, worried that he was going to teleport again to which he didn’t.
Both of them sighed in relief, “That’s enough trouble for today, don’t you think Ran?”. Ranboo nodded and reached his arms out to his father, to which he responded by bringing him closer to his face and cuddling him.
one shot writing prompt: Tommy gets captured by a witch and taken to the witch’s hut. The witch shrinks him down intending to use him as a potion ingredient later. When the rest of the SBI come to rescue him, they manage to kill the witch, but are having a hard time locating Tommy (since he’s shrunk at this point, and they’re expecting a full sized Tommy). (1/2)
Ok, so I didn't exactly stick to the prompt on this one. In my defense, I read it slightly wrong and had already started crafting the au in my head, but I think it still has most of the elements you were looking for!
This ended up wayyy longer than I expected, about 5k words. Sorry it took so long, but it was a really good prompt and I wanted to do it justice!!!
Big thank you to @thatoneskully for beta reading this! 💖
CW: dehumanization, child in a not so good situation, lots of fear and panic.
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The Potion Seller
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Tommy stifled a laugh, instead turning it into a triumphant, slightly feral grin. He did his best to stay out of sight as the nobleman looked around the marketplace angrily, short of his bag of coins.
The pouch was burning a hole in the pockets of Tommy's oversized coat, but he couldn't bring himself to feel guilty as the noble huffily dug through his robes, pulling out another larger bag. As Tommy suspected, the loose hanging pouch at his side had been merely change for convenience, not his entire wealth.
Tommy scoffed to himself, starting to duck into a maze of alleyways just in case. The coins here would be enough to feed him and the other kids in the orphanage for weeks. Even if it had been everything the noble had, Tommy still would've taken it. Feeding himself and his fellow kids was far more important than the fucking silk sheets the noble had been leering over.
Of course if he was caught, no excuses would save him from severe consequences, possibly a short stint in the city jail. After all, there was a 'fund' set aside to feed the children in the orphanage. They weren't starving. The only reason he could possibly have to steal was for his own entertainment.
Nobody cares that 90% of those "funds" went straight into the pockets of the people running the orphanage. The rest was set aside to buy watered down porridge and thin clothes and blankets for the actual children. Maybe they weren't in danger of dying, but it had been almost a year since Tommy had been fed food that he could chew. So pickpocketing it was.
Satisfaction buzzed through his body as he looked through the coin pouch, trying to estimate how much money was in there. It was mostly smaller coins, only one or two pieces of gold, but there was just enough that he might be able to get something sweet. He'd probably focus more on things like bread and cheese, maybe meat if he found someone that sold it in small quantities. Something like a sweet roll would be the highlight of his and some kids' year, but it wasn't very filling.
He was barely paying attention to where he was going. But as he stepped into a smaller alley he'd only passed before, he heard a visceral snap of a tripwire. His head instantly shot up, and he was ready to bolt. Before he could take a single step, a dispenser fired, and glass shattered at his feet.
As fumes of the splash potion rose all around him, he felt a heavy, numb feeling all over his body. The coins slipped from his fingers, landing on the ground with a clink, and he followed soon after, slumping like a puppet with cut strings.
Though he could barely move through the heaviness in his body, his mind raced. He'd never experienced it before, but he quickly identified the symptoms as slowness. In children and teens, the potion was effective- dangerously so. For some it could cause permanent paralyzation or even death.
His heart raced despite the potion's effects. There was the sharp click of footsteps in the distance, and he tried to crawl away. Bad things happened to kids who disappeared, especially orphan ones. The footsteps stopped, and he looked up, heart sinking as he saw the vibrant robes and shadowed hat that marked the person as a witch.
"Y' know 't's illegal t' use sl'wness 'n kids?" He slurred, hands shaking from fear. The witch snorted. They kicked at the coin purse, making it jingle.
"It looks like you're a little thief. Who's gonna care?"
The witch dug something out of the flowy robes- a potion. They knelt by Tommy, grabbing his hair and pulling his head up. He bit down a whimper, and tried to turn his head away as the witch shoved the potion in his face. He could barely move, so within moments the bottle was being crammed into his mouth, a sickly sweet liquid pouring into his throat.
He coughed and choked, but the only option if he didn't want to be drowned by the liquid was to swallow. Eventually the bottle was empty, and was pulled away enough for him to breathe. He gasped for air, humiliation and rage burning in his chest. He latched onto the emotions instead of feeling the crawling fear that made his throat close up and eyes fill with tears.
He cursed at the witch, calling them every swear under the sun, and some that he came up with on the spot. His voice was slurred from the potion, but his anger seeped into his voice like venom. It didn't seem to affect the witch though. They didn't respond to anything he said as they dragged him deeper into the alley, pocketing his stolen coin purse as they went.
As they pulled his limp body through a door, not bothering to make sure he didn't hit his head, he felt a strange sensation. The second potion was kicking in, and he tried to hold onto anger rather than fear.
His body was tingling painfully, like the worst pins and needles he'd ever felt. He felt a horrible vertigo and nausea, and it looked like the world around him was spinning. No, it was growing. Everything around him was slowly getting larger. He was confused until the pieces clicked: it was a shrinking potion. And he knew there was only one reason for a witch to shrink a kid they just kidnapped. Resurrection potions.
“The first child that’s wandered into my alley in weeks, and I can’t even use it for my own potions,” The witch was muttering. Tommy’s spine crawled at the statement. “If more people would just walk through this thrice-damned alley, I wouldn’t have to waste such a valuable ingredient on a resupply box!”
He began to shake as the terror of his situation hit him full force. He was going to die. He was going to be thrown into a brewing potion while still alive so someone else could drink a potion and live twice. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair! He couldn't even move with the two different potions coursing through his system.
Another wave of dizziness hit him as he started to shrink even faster. His head pounded sharply and his limbs were heavy and weighed down by slowness, but buzzing with the burning hot energy of the shrinking potion. He whimpered, everything too much to handle. The world went black as he passed out and he sank into the blissful darkness.
***
When Tommy woke up, he felt a horrible mixture of relief and dread. Relief because he was still alive- dread because that meant he'd be awake when he was killed. He could move again at least, and curled up with his knees to his chest, trying not to cry.
He didn't know where he was, except that it was dark. Slight bits of light came from the holes in the ceiling, but it wasn't barely enough to see the outline of his hands. He felt around the small area, but there didn't seem to be an entrance he could escape from. The walls and even the ceiling he could just barely reach seemed solid, or at least too solid for him to use.
Suddenly, there was a voice from outside and he froze, clamping his hand over his mouth, barely daring to breathe. The voice seemed vaguely familiar and he felt another twist of fear.
"Honestly, Phil, I expected it to be much bigger with how much we paid," the familiar voice said. Tommy wracked his brain, trying to remember where he'd heard it before and why it made anxiety curl in his stomach.
"Potion ingredients are expensive, aren't they?" A voice he didn't recognize- Phil probably- responded. Tommy shuddered involuntarily when he remembered that he was included in that now.
"Yeah, but not this expensive," the familiar man complained. "Not for bulk supplies. I'm fully expecting some really rare shit in this box with how much we paid. Or I got scammed."
"Maybe that's why it was late, the witch didn't have some of the rarer shit," Phil offered. "Or you got scammed."
"Well it's not like we can't afford it," the familiar man said with amusement, and suddenly the memory hit Tommy like a ton of bricks.
He'd gotten greedy, trying for a fresh loaf of bread and the coin purse of the guy he'd never seen before on the same day. He hadn't been expecting the man's hand to close sharply around his wrist as he grabbed the pouch. He froze, the grip feeling closer to iron than flesh. The man, who didn't quite look noble but definitely wasn't poor, looked down at him with an expression that was almost curious, like he wondered who had the balls to try and steal from him.
The action had drawn attention towards him, and suddenly everyone at the stall was staring at him, whispering thief, street rat, vagabond under their breath. The baker noticed the poorly hidden loaf, and stood up.
"Hey! That's my bread!" He snapped, and Tommy had winced. "Hand over that thief, sir!"
The not-quite-noble had tilted his head at the demand.
"And he's got a hold of my coin purse," he argued. "What if I'd rather deal with him myself?"
Tommy's stomach had twisted with anxiety then too. Who knew what 'punishment' a strange rich man would want to inflict on his "lessers."
"Well I need my bread back," the baker said hotly. "Unless you plan on paying for the fucking thief?"
"Well it's not like I can't afford it," the man had joked. His grip had loosened during the conversation, and Tommy yanked his hand out of his grasp, abandoning the purse and the bread to sprint in the other direction. There were shouts as he got away, but apparently he wasn't worth chasing since he didn't have anything on him.
Well it's not like I can't afford it. Those words had been spoken in the exact same tone. It had been strange both times, with the man's voice lacking the usual arrogance of rich people. It didn't matter how strange the man was, he was at his mercy now. Whatever he'd wanted to do to Tommy for trying to steal from him, he could… right before he threw him into a resurrection potion.
"I won't lie, Phil, I'm excited to open this thing. What if there's ingredients I've never even seen before? I'll experiment to my heart's desire."
"Wait until we get home at least mate, Jesus fuck!" The older man laughed.
Tommy sobbed silently in his container as they traveled. He didn't want to be experimented on. He didn't want to be killed for a fucking potion. He was desperately hoping whatever little box he'd been shoved into would just get overlooked and he would actually survive this.
Far too soon, he heard the sounds of doors opening. His breathing hitched as the box he was in shifted, sliding slightly. There was a quiet thud as whatever he was carried in was set down.
Suddenly, more light was flooding in through the holes, and the outside voices were much less muffled. He could see the shapes of people… far, far more massive than he'd expected… outside the box. He shrank back, biting down on his hand to keep from crying out.
"Oh, you're back," a new voice said. He didn't see a third shape join the towering figures he could just barely see, but he could tell Phil and the weird rich guy turned to face him.
"Yep! A day late, but the witch had the box done this time." Weird guy said.
"That's smaller than I expected," the new man said. His voice was a dry monotone that had Tommy expecting a sarcastic quip at any second.
"That's what I thought! There's either something fucking priceless in here or…"
"Or you got scammed," the other finished. "Haha, L, loser."
"What the fuck? I haven't been scammed yet. Here, come look with us."
"Fine, only because Phil's there."
"You're such a dick, Techno," weird guy said.
"Nerd," the man, Techno replied.
"Boys come on," Phil laughed. "Let's just look at the potions shit."
Any amusement Tommy had from the banter drained away. He almost yelped as he saw the shadow of hands moving close to his box. He bit down harder on his hand to keep from making a sound, and winced at the taste of blood.
"Hm, there's netherwart, some blaze powder, I think this box is spider eyes. Oh, the glistering melon's pretty rare, but there's just the one slice," the weird guy started. He didn't sound very interested, but he was just listing off pretty standard ingredients. Of course if he was rich, even the rare stuff might not be that impressive.
"Ghast tear," Techno remarked.
"Really? Hm just the one again. It's not a bad haul, but I'm still not seeing anything worth that much."
"How about these little boxes?" Phil asked.
There was a sudden tap on the top of his box, and Tommy strangled his scream. He could barely breathe through his panic.
"Hm? Oh it looks like those have live ingredients. Those are pretty unusual, but there's not much besides insects that you can use in potions."
Tommy flinched as a hand came down, but it grabbed the box next to him.
"Holy shit. These are gold plated beetles."
"What? I thought those were only found in the Badlands!" Phil said.
"They must have a farm or something," weird dude muttered. "I think I see why these are so expensive now."
"I didn't even know they could be used in potions," Techno said- he sounded more thoughtful than sarcastic now.
"I've heard of it, but I've got no clue what- ah! Found a guidebook. This probably has recipes for some of the more unusual potions. You don't want to waste ingredients as rare as this."
"Lemme see that," Techno said. There was a shuffle of paper, and one of the shadows moved back slightly.
"Let's see what's in this one," the weird guy said. The hands moved, and Tommy's heart leaped into his throat as they blocked out the light. His box shifted, and he didn't bother to muffle his whimper as he slid forward.
The top of the box was peeled off, and he lifted a hand to shield his eyes from the burst of light. His eyes adjusted, and he stared up up and up at his doom, shaking uncontrollably.
"What the fuck?" The weird guy said. Tommy flinched, eyes wide. He remembered that the man had been tall when he tried to snatch his purse. But that was nothing compared to how he towered over him now. Tommy had to crane his neck all the way back to see his face. A hand moved in the corner of his vision, and he gasped, jolting backwards. The hand didn't touch him, but the sheer size of it made his heart flutter with terror.
The man's brown eyes bore into him intensely, and Tommy couldn't make himself look away.
All three of them were looking directly at him. It was silent now, and the anticipation was horrible.
"Seriously, what the fuck," the weird one said again. Anger laced his voice, and Tommy's stomach twisted in fear.
"Here. Look." Techno walked closer, and oh he was intimidating now that Tommy could see how. He shoved a sheath of paper into the weird guy's face, and Tommy watched in trepidation as he read.
"Resurrection potion…"
Tommy squeezed his eyes shut. The man's face would light up as he realized what he had. He didn't want to see a malicious smile, he didn't want this to be happening at all. He just wanted to wake up in his shitty bed at the orphanage and never go down another dark alley again.
Something brushed his shoulder and he let out a shriek, eyes flying open. There were fingers reaching out, inches-or maybe millimeters now- away from him. They were massive, each one as tall as he was. He scrambled back until he hit the side of the box.
The fingers brushed up against him again, and this time there was nowhere to go. They wrapped behind him, pulling him out of the corner he was pressed into. His stomach dropped as he was lifted, and he kicked. The fingers wrapped tighter around him, and he couldn't get loose no matter how much he squirmed.
"Shh, shh, it's ok," the man said, but the words refused to sink in. "You're ok, I promise, I'm not going to hurt you."
The fingers eventually loosened, and he looked around frantically. He was sitting in the man's hand. He darted forwards, but stopped as he reached the edge. Fuck, that was a very long fall.
"It's ok," the man said again, and Tommy looked up at him fearfully. His other hand came up, and Tommy tensed, prepared to be poked at or pinned down or crushed in a fist. The man didn't touch him again, though, simply putting his hands together, turning the space Tommy sat into a cupped shape.
"Alright. Um, hello. My name is Wilbur," he said. The other two, Phil and Techno were peering over his shoulders.
"Hang on," Wilbur said. "I remember you."
Tommy felt his heart drop. He froze, staring at his hands and waiting.
"You're the little shit that tried to pickpocket me the other day," he finished. Tommy flinched, but the anger he expected wasn't there. There was just… amusement? Unless he was just amused by how he would torment Tommy for the slight.
Even if he wasn't that cruel, he had to at least be annoyed, or he would be after talking to Tommy. Everyone got annoyed with him eventually. And people, especially adults, tended to hit when they were pissed at him. Tommy was very nervous to see what even a half-hearted smack would do to him at this size.
"S-sorry I'm s-" Tommy choked on the words.
"Woah, woah, it's ok," Wilbur soothed. "I'm not mad. I was never mad."
Bullshit. Tommy looked at him warily, and spoke with a shaky voice.
"I d-don't believe you. I stole," he said, hardly believing he was reminding the towering man of this while he sat easily squishable in his palm. Better to get it over with now than go through whatever fucking mind games this bastard wanted to play.
"You only tried to steal," Wilbur pointed out, "and you looked like you needed it."
Tommy stared at him, the words absolutely baffling. Of course he needed it, but it was Wilbur's. He was supposed to be angry.
"If you'd managed to snatch my whole pouch, I would've been a bit annoyed, but never mad enough to hurt you. You're just a kid."
Tommy didn't register the burning behind his eyes until his vision was too blurry to see. By then it was too late, and tears started dripping down his face. What the fuck. What the fuck??? People didn't think like that. He and the other orphan kids were thought of as a drain on society. Nobody cared about them, nobody cared about him, and why should they when he did stuff like steal? It didn't matter that he was a kid, not in the face of all that.
"Oh fuck he's crying. Phil, Phil what do I do?" Wilbur was saying frantically. Tommy looked up in confusion, blinking the tears from his eyes.
"I don't fucking know, mate, just talk to him?"
"I'm… gonna go make hot chocolate," Techno muttered awkwardly before retreating into the next room.
The hands beneath Tommy shifted, and he felt another spike of fear. Wilbur lifted him up, moving him closer to his face. Tommy leaned back a little, adjusting to the way the man's face filled his entire vision.
"I uh… never got your name, kid," he said. Tommy's eyes flicked briefly down to his mouth with a shudder as he spoke- god, Wilbur's mouth was as big as he was- then he registered the words.
"T-Tommy," he stammered. Wilbur leaned in a little closer, smiling softly. The teen fought the urge to scoot backwards.
"Hi, Tommy. I'm really sorry if we scared you. Um… you don't have to cry."
Tommy stared at him. Where had all the smooth charm from the market gone?
"Wil, come on, mate," Phil said, apparently equally as unimpressed. "I've seen you talk people into selling their best shit for half the price."
"What? I'm not good with kids!" Wilbur hissed. "Here, you do it."
And suddenly Tommy was thrust towards Phil. The older man put his hands out on instinct, and before Tommy could protest, the hands below him tilted. He started sliding off, and he scrabbled for purchase. He couldn't get a grip on anything, and he freefell for just a moment before landing in a new pair of hands.
Phil's hands were smaller and a little rougher than Wilbur's. Phil didn't have the same calluses on his fingertips, but the rest of his hand was much less soft.
Tommy stared intently at the different pair of hands, trying very hard not to break down. He could hear Wilbur and Phil talking above him, but couldn't make out what they were saying through the slowly fading panic.
Jesus, he was shaking again too. Breathe, why couldn't he just breathe? They hadn't actually hurt him… and they… they probably wouldn't. Right? Wilbur said he wouldn't, but then he'd also said he was sorry for scaring him right before doing something terrifying.
"Hot chocolate here," the monotone voice cut through his panic, and he looked up. Techno was across the room, holding two mugs.
"Just two?"
"Make your own. One's for me, one's for the kid… speaking of the kid, is he shaking?" Techno asked, setting the mugs down.
Phil lifted him up, much less smoothly than Wilbur had, and he fumbled for balance. Techno peered at him, thankfully not getting too close. Tommy met his eyes, unable to stop his trembling. Techno didn't seem annoyed, he just raised his eyebrows.
"Heh?? How'd you manage to traumatize the traumatized kid even more?" He griped, to Tommy's surprise. "I was gone for like five minutes!"
"You left!"
"You two are supposed to be the ones with social skills! Here, just set him down."
For what seemed like the hundredth time, Tommy was suddenly moved. Luckily, Phil didn't just open his hands and drop Tommy on the table, but it still wasn't a smooth landing. He stood up and backed away warily from the edge of the table.
He backed into something warm and yelped, spinning to face whatever it was. His mouth went dry as he realized it was a mug. It was just a mug, just a stupid cup, but it towered above him, twice his height.
It felt like the stupidest thing to cry over, but that mug was his breaking point. He burst into sobs, again, feeling hot shame burn his face. It was just too much. Everything was so big and frightening. He thought he was going to die, be killed in a terrible way. He still could be, if they changed their minds. He just wanted to go home.
"Shit. Alright let's just…" there was a loud scraping sound as the mug was moved away from him.
"Kid-" Techno started, before Wilbur interrupted.
"Tommy, his name is Tommy."
"Ok. Tommy. You should sit down, you look like you're about to pass out."
Tommy glanced up at the giant, just as quickly looking away. He looked even more massive from down here. He followed Techno's directions, though, shakily sitting down on the table.
"Alright, good," Techno said, sounding a little awkward. "Uh, here."
Something was draped behind him, and he looked to see a massive handkerchief, Techno's hand hovering from where he'd dropped it.
"It's, uh, clean," the man said.
Tommy cautiously grabbed the fabric, half expecting to be snapped at. When nobody protested, he wrapped it around himself. It was heavier than he expected. The weight of the fabric felt safe, and some of his panic slipped away.
"Have you ever had hot chocolate before?" Techno asked. Tommy… didn't actually know what that was. He'd heard Techno saying he was making hot chocolate, but he had no idea what it was. It probably had to be a drink, based on the mugs. He shook his head.
"I didn't think so. I thought pure hot chocolate might be a little too rich for you, so I watered one of them down," Techno explained. Tommy gripped the handkerchief tighter and nodded, although he didn't really understand what the man was saying.
Tommy could tell the three men were moving above him, but he kept his eyes fixed on his shoes. He half listened to the conversation, letting the words rush over his head.
"Where'd you even find a cup that small?" Wilbur was asking.
"What is it?" Phil asked with a laugh.
"Look, guys, I don't actually remember. It's either a shot glass or a stolen communion cup."
"Since when are you religious?!" Wilbur shrieked past his laughter.
"I'm not. Hence the stolen part."
Tommy smiled a little, even though he wasn't sure what they were laughing about. Their laughter was contagious, and the banter helped to ease his nerves. If he didn't feel so drained from the constant rush of terror he'd been feeling for hours, he might try to join in.
"Here you go, kid," Techno said. Something was placed in front of him, and he looked up. It was a cup, closer to the size of a bucket or a barrel. It was about halfway full of a light brown liquid. He squinted suspiciously at it, before he caught a whiff.
It smelled sweet, delicious, and just vaguely familiar. He thought he might have smelled something similar before in the richer parts of the market, the ones even he didn't dare steal from. There was no way he'd ever tasted whatever it was.
Cautiously, he grabbed the sides of the cup with both hands. He tilted the massive cup towards him slowly, managing to take a sip without spilling the drink all over him.
Instantly, his mouth was full of warmth and a flavor so sugary sweet it almost hurt. He swallowed, and the warmth went all the way down his throat, to his stomach, radiating out from there. He looked at the cup again, mouth agape.
"What the fuck?" He whispered. Wilbur snorted at his whispered comment, and he jumped. He automatically shot a glare towards the man, though it fell once he looked over, remembering how easily the other could crush him. Wilbur made a small noise, but he ignored it.
Instead he turned his focus back to the hot chocolate, and took another sip. The rich, sweet flavour burst into his mouth again, and the warmth returned. So it really was the drink. He’d never had chocolate, but apparently the “hot” part was literal.
Suddenly afraid that his three- captors? rescuers?- would realize it was a mistake, that they didn’t mean to give such high quality food to a street kid, Tommy started to guzzle down the drink.
“Jeez, kid, careful,” Technoblade said.
“You’re going to make yourself sick,” Wilbur fretted, and Tommy jumped when the man’s hand settled behind him. He set down the cup, not wanting to make him angry. There was a short pause, and Wilbur spoke again, quieter this time.
“You can finish it if you want,” he said, and Tommy hesitated. Wilbur continued explaining, and his calm tone put him a bit more at ease. “I was just trying to get you to slow down, not stop drinking. If you have too much sugar too quickly, you might make yourself throw up.”
Tommy cautiously lifted the cup again. When nobody protested, he started taking small sips, realizing it was a lot nicer when he got to savor the sweet drink. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten to savor food rather than choke down something tasteless or scarf down decent food as quickly as possible. It was… good. He felt good.
Despite the nervousness still lurking in the back of his mind, he found himself growing sleepy. The crash from the insane adrenaline high he’d been riding, the heaviness in his limbs that still lingered from the slowness potion. They combined with the sensation of a full stomach he rarely felt and the warmth slowly spreading from his chest out to his limbs. His eyes kept drooping, closing without his permission before he pried them open again.
He hadn’t quite finished his drink when his eyes closed again and he couldn’t quite find the energy to open them. He felt slightly boneless, and there was the sensation of falling. He didn’t smack against the hard ground instead landing against something soft that radiated warmth. It was enough to keep him from jolting back up, and he let himself drift, curling into the heat with a soft sigh.
***
None of them dared speak as the child, Tommy, slowly started to nod off. He could barely keep his eyes open, yet each time he was about to fall asleep, he seemed to force himself awake. Finally, he closed his eyes and didn’t open them. He started listing to one side, and Wilbur reacted without thinking, not wanting him to hit the hard table and wake up.
He caught the tiny boy against his hand, a little coo leaving his lips as the child nuzzled into the warmth. He glanced at his family, seeing the same softness he felt reflected on their faces.
“We’re keeping him,” Wilbur whispered, careful not to wake him.
Phil and Techno didn’t respond, but they were looking at Tommy with equal parts care and determination. Wilbur knew they felt the same way about the tiny boy who’d stumbled into their lives.
Tommy was one of theirs now; they would protect him.
G tommy getting captured and fed the human sbi on camera who didn’t know Tommy was giant. Kidnappers get killed and their stream ends them Wilbur boots up a steam saying they’re fine and Tommy actually put them in a pouch.
Sorry anon for deleting your ask my thing glitched and deleted the promt I had so I had to start over
<Warning: mouthplay, gore, blood, soft vore, mention of digestion, cussing, mention of death>
“Welcome internet to today’s amazing video” a man said dressed in all black, suit, tie, shoes, pants, and even a black fedora. “Today as promised you get to see the amazing S.B.I!” Que the man doing a small cheer before pointing the camra towards a group of four tied up with rope and sitting on a high platform in what appeared to be a giants forest, “now listen I understand what your thinking” “mr. that’s not the full sbi” he mocked in a high pitched tone “well we have Mr. Philza Minecraft, Wilbur soot, and the big man himself mr tommyinnit is here too, don’t worry.” “oh but know are these other two then” again in that high whiny tone, he chuckled to himself before continuing “well my lovely viewers this is tubbo also from the dream smp, and ranboo, a good friend to our group and another smp member.
“for those of you who haven’t seen my videos as this is my first time going live to everybody what we do here is very fun” the man smiled wickedly and cut to a camra on the platform with the group “Now release the tarp!” He shouted as below the crew a giant was reveled, baring its fangs at whoever drew close enough and pulling on the shackles around its writs and ankles holding in it a awkward position of sitting on its legs with arms pulled back, it was hunched over, stomach pressed to its knees, growling at the ‘helpers’.
“The big man himself” the man said quietly the giant stretching upwards, now around chin level with the platform even when it was still sitting, “t-toms?!” Wilbur said shaking as his ‘little’ brother figure now towered over him, fangs bared. “Wilby?” Tommy said, and now that Wilbur could see his face a bit better he noticed tears welled up in his eyes as well as deep cuts and burns along his face, neck, and really anywhere the human could see. “See ladies and gentlemen the main show, Now throw them in, him last” the man said with a sadistic grin as two men came forward grabbing Phil first and throwing Wilbur back.
“in you go” one man said pushing Phil towards the edge and closer to his son Tommy “um in?” Phil questioned softly to which neither of the men seemed to hear “hey Tommy you ok” Phil said turning back to the crying boy. Suddenly Phil was pressed against Tommy’s nose as the giant silently cried into his father figure, “it’s ok bud, shh, it’s ok” Phil comforted listening to the animalistic whines coming form the teen, the teen that they’d originally thought to be human like them. Hell giants literally eat humans and here Phil is comforting one like his own son. “Ok enough chit chat!” One of the men shouted grabbing Phil by the back of his neck and forcing him down, onto his knees. Phil looked up to see them spray something on him and throw him towards Tommy’s face, right under his nose which was now sniffing at him, “Tommy?” Phil questioned looking at the boys eyes widened in fear as he stared back, apologies shone in his glossy eyes before something warm and wet lapped at his back. Phil spun around only to be faced with Tommy’s tongue, the giant pick muscle licking at his small frame coating him in thick saliva. A whine. - “tommy?!” - Another wine - “toms?” - - An open maw.
Ranboo shreiked as he watched Phil disappear behind Tommy’s sharp teeth. he watched on as Tommy’s jaw opened in an attempt to push Phil out only to stop halfway, when the men pulled out what looked like cattle prods, and pulled Phil back in. Everyone cloud hear the crying as Phil was seen for the last time as a lump traveling down Tommy’s throat, thrashing and yelling as he was pulled to his death.
“Oh! Oh! his turn, his turn!” the crazy man cheered pointing towards ranboo and clapping his hands obviously having fun.
“You heard him” the men said pushing ranboo foward into Tommy. He instantly jumped back fearful only stoping when he say how hurt tommy looked, he didn’t want this anymore than them, it wasn’t right to treat him like a monster. “I’m sorry tommy it’s not your fault” ranboo said walking up to tommy and hugging the giants nose, “I’m sorry about this boo, I promise you’ll be safe” tommy whispered surprisingly quiet before his mouth opened and his tongue wrapped around ranboo who let out a small shriek at the sudden contact of the hot muscle. As the teeth clicked shut behind him all ranboo wanted to do was bask in the heat of Tommy’s mouth, but unfortunately for him a giants mouth is never a safe spot no matter how warm and soft it is. “Tommy!” Ranboo screamed as the tongue threw him backwards having slicked up the tall boy while he was thinking. “N-no no no n-!” an audible gulp was heard as Tommy swallowed the flailing hybrid down with one large gulp. “Please no” ranboo begged quietly as he slid past Tommy’s heart beating fast and loud. The kid finally broke as he heard Phil yelling from below him, in the stomach, Tommy’s stomach.
The man one again laughed and cheered as ranboo was swallowed, the maniacal man grinning like he’d one the lottery. “Oooh chat I’m getting a caaaall” he sing songed pressing speaker and saying “helloo.” The phone buzzed for a second before a voice came online, “this is the police please exit the perimeter with the remaining survivors and we won’t be forced to use force” the man only laughed agin before the cop continued “we have settled rules with those responsible for giant laws and this is not a crime on the giant as it will be charged as manslaughter on your records” the man stopped “w-what!?” “Yes as the giant is under torture and or drugs like the ones you used on mr. Watson he is not held responsible and it is instead placed on the person responsible for said torture… you” the man froze before standing up straight abruptly, “well chat looks like I’ll be heading out but stick around as the boys finish up our fun game here.” He laughed before throwing what looked like a smoke bomb and disappeared.
“You heard the boss” one of the men said as he grabbed tubbo, “ok big guy open up or I’m just gonna impale this little guy on your canines” the man laughed, waving tubbo around with one hand, tommy felt waves of guilt as he saw the fear in tubbos teary eyes. He sighed and opens his mouth wide trying to ignore tubbos screams as he tried to claw out of the mans grasp. Tommy closed his teeth around tubbo using his tongue to keep the small human away from them, “come on kid swallow already we don’t have forever” the first man groaned, “why don’t you get in there and push the kid down. Great for veiws” the second said holding the camera which was still live and pointing it straight at Tommy’s maw “fine but you better get it on camera, this’ll get me promoted” the other said sounding almost happy. Tommy opened his mouth and the man climbed in, as quickly as the man could reach out tommy pinned him to the roof of his mouth he was about to bite down the only issue being tubbo right in front of his throat feet kicking dangerously close, “tu’o” tommy tried still using his tongue to hold the man to his palette “Tommy! Yes! What is it!?” Tubbo cheered knowing his friend didn’t loose control, hoping he could get out and maybe even save Phil and ranboo. “Shory” tommy said quieter as the throat closed around one of tubbos feet, “No Tommy No Please!” Tubbo screamed as he was pulled down farther into the tight tunnel, “Tommy please” he begged crying as his ‘friend ignored him completely, opting to just keep swallowing.
“Wow ok, buddy you can let me out now” the man pressed against his palette said as if he had any control over tommy, after all he’d put the teen through that he get out alive. ‘CRUNCH’ tommy froze as blood dripped from his mouth, sure he’d eaten humans before but what really got him was the scared squeak Wilbur let out as the mans lifeless body flopped out of Tommy’s jaws and landed with a wet smack onto the platform below and fell from there to the ground far below. “Take him!” The other screamed grabbing the camera and throwing Wilbur at tommy, into the giant puddle of blood that was still growing as blood dripped from Tommy’s mouth. Now it was Tommy’s turn to squeak as Wilbur looked at him frozen in fear, “toms” he said voice shaking as he looked at the blood covering his hands and clothes, tommy doing what he could only describe later as instincts quickly licked the blood from his mouths before leaning over to Wilbur and licking a strip of blood off wilburs chest and arms. Wilbur let out a shaky breath looking up at tommy “sorry I- I thought it’d help” he stuttered looking away ready for Wilbur to yell at him. Wilbur only laughed getting up and shaking off some more of the blood before just holding up his arms “a little help here big man” “wil your still shaking” wilburs eyes shot open as he realized he was and tried to soothe his nerves, “wil I understand it’s ok” “No! No it’s not ok you just ate everybody!” Wilbur cried “they’re all fucking dead!” Tommy flinched back from the volume rattling the chains he’d forgotten about and causing the humans in him to fly into the back wall before returning to bang on his sore gut. “Fuck I’d forgotten about that” tommy groaned folding over now that he felt the searing pain, “what do you mean you forgot about that! They were your friends not some fucking snack!” Wilbur screamed stomping up to edge “I d-didn’t even ea-eat them” tommy groaned dropping his chin on the platform. “What do you mean you didn’t eat them I watched you swallow them!?” Wilbur yelled smacking on Tommy’s lips, tommy opened his mouth making Wilbur flop onto his tongue with a shriek before flailing backwards. “I, well it’s hard to explain but, oof-“ tommy put his head down groaning again “storage stomach, bruised storage stomach” tommy whined as his friends hit on his stomach even more “…so everyone’s fine?” Wilbur questioned inching closer to tommy. “Mhm” tommy said
“Fuck! Wilby help meeeeee!” Tommy whined trying to cover his aching stomach only to make the chains clank loudly. Wilbur sighed “I can’t help you out with the chains, but, I can help with your stomachache” tommy perked up “really! thank you!” “yea yea just work on getting out of those” Wilbur said pointing to the cuffs on Tommy’s wrists before easily prying Tommy’s mouth open and climbing onto his tongue. “Hey!” Wilbur shouted as the wet muscle flipped him over and started licking over him, “tommy what the hell comeone” Wilbur complained pushing the tongue away, “‘ou tas’e goo’” tommy muttered jokingly, slathering more spit onto Wilbur which was flooding tommys mouth, Wilbur sputtered flicking spit off of his face and kicking at Tommy’s tongue and throat. Tommy giggled and threw his head back swallowing Wilbur down and tracing the still bulge down his throat purring slightly at sensation of his tiny friend.
Wilbur laughed at the purs that vibrated around his form as he was dragged deeper into his friends body. “Wilbur! God are you ok?!” Phil said throwing himself on the larger male “yea yea Phil I’m fine, are you guys ok?” Phil just hugged Wilbur and sighed “wil we just got eaten! By Tommy! Do you think we’re fucking ok!?” Phil fucking screeched. “Phil please relax I promise we’re fine it’s a storage stomach.”“how do you know that?” Ranboo asked from his place cradling tubbo behind Phil. “Well uh, tommy told me” Wilbur said sheepishly “he told you it was safe so that you get in his mouth! He’s a fucking giant of course he would!” Tubbo screamed, voice raw from screaming “Oh for fucks sake!” Wilbur yelled standing up, trying to stay stable on the squishy surface around them, “this is Tommy! Our tommy! Do you really think he’d hurt us?!” That made everyone stop and you could practically see the flashbacks of all the fun they had, the sad moments where tommy would cheer them up, and finally all the mean things they’d said about giants, not knowing of their friends ‘condition’. “Wilburs right, Tommy’s our friend human or giant, and I trust him” ranboo said, the others soon voicing their agreements. “That’s great! because I’m stuck and it’s gonna be a while” Tommy’s said his voice echoing around them but not being overwhelming “what’s wrong mate?” Phil asked sitting down along the front of the stomach, ranboo and tubbo across from him, and Wilbur sitting back down on his left. “The chains on my wrists are strong so it’s going to take a while” he replied, “no problem mate”
‘Ding’ “wil what was that?” Phil asked. Wilbur thought for a moment reaching into his pocket and pulling out a phone “my phone” “…WTF!?!” “Ok ok I’m sorry I forgot about it ok, I pulled a fucking ranboo!” That made everyone laugh a bit and lean over to look at wilburs phone which had been spammed like crazy. “Ok how do we do this?” Wilbur asked seeing like 100+ people messaging him on many different platforms, “how about going live?” Tubbo suggested moving off ranboos lap to look over at wilburs phone. “Good idea tubbo” will said going to open twitch but accidentally hitting Twitter. “Huh” Wilbur said holding his phone out so the others could see what he was looking at. The entirety of Twitter was either, posting clips of the stream, posting memorials and ‘RIP’s’ for the ‘dead’ streamers, or treating tommy like an injured puppy. “How the fuck are more people coddling tommy than worrying about our death!?” Tubbo shouted causing Tommy to laugh from above them “really?!” Tommy asked through giggles “yea they’re fucking coddling you, like here! There’s already a post about how fucking scared you must be! They’re fucking treating you like a hurt puppy!?” Now everyone was laughing. “Ha! Fucking got it!” Tommy shouted as a loud clank was heard and the stomach shifted from Tommy standing “I’m fucking tired ‘yawn’ so you guys are coming home with me” tommy said yawning again as he stumbled back to his house. “Ok I know it’s weird but I’m actually really exited to see a giant town” ranboo said as some of the early risers greated tommy, and then ushered him back home once they realized how bad he looked.
“Ahh!” “Tommy!” “Fuck!” Everyone screamed as tommy flopped down on his bed throwing them to the back his storage stomach. “Tommy” Wilbur groaned pushing on the walls around him. Wilbur tried getting his attention for a solid minute before Tommy’s breath evened out and he gave up, “fine might as well do that live then” Wilbur sighed settling down in the soft warm flesh around him.
“Hello everyone!” They all greeted once the starting soon sign was taken down, “wow 15 million viewers!” Ranboo said looking over “ok wow I did not expect that many people” Wilbur said shocked,
Really!? Also camra?
Dude aren’t they like dead!?
The FUCK MAN
Why’s camra off?
Poggers
TECHNOBLADE NEVER DIES
You dumbass techno wasn’t eaten
Eaten!? THE FUXK I MISS
They laughed at chat and did a quick explanation about being forced to be eaten and hence why the camera was off. “Ok I guess we can do a QnA real quick” Wilbur said as he turned donations on.
Theodore-etically $50
Could you turn camera on for 50 more?
“Umm sure, but we’re still…in tommy” Wilbur said before turning the camera on shining a light on them and the plush walls around them “I never noticed how much saliva there was” ranboo said lifting a foot out of the small puddle of liquid they were sitting around
Acid!
Dude that’s ducking acid!
They are so dead
Ikr
Guys if they say salva it’s probs salva
Says the dumbass who can’t spell saliva
“Chat please calm down its saliva, we’re in Tommy’s storage stomach” Phil said grabbing the phone from Wilbur
Tittyman $1
So how’d it feel to be eaten
“Fucking weird man” tubbo said, “it was pretty scary” Phil responded soon after pointing the cameras Wilbur to signify he was next. “wet and sticky you get used to it but it’s still really weird at first” the camera panned to ranboo “uh well I-it was actually kinda nice” he stuttered before muttering “warm” under his breath and looking away from the group.
Trixxtyflixxy $1
What’s Tommy’s view on this
“Well Tommy’s asleep right now but I caught him purring at my taste” Wilbur bragged. “Is that really something to be proud of?” Ranboo questioned causing Wilbur to squawk “of course it is!” “Just means your gonna be ‘wet and sticky’ more often mate” Phil said laughing at his small makeshift family.
“Alright chat that’s it, bye” they said closing the stream, still laughing from making jokes and being flipped around occasionally as tommy moved in his sleep. “Good night fuckers” tubbo yawned cuddling in between Wilbur and ranboo the latter also slipping off to sleep “it’s been a long day huh mate” Phil said laying down next to Wilbur “yea…” Wilbur said rubbing at the soft walls holding them close “he’s like a brother to me you know and today really just got me thinking” “you know Wilbur you are old enough to adopt him if you want” Phil said “but what about his parents?” Wilbur asked “lots of giants died a couple years ago to hunters, some still hunt giants even with the new laws, and I’m guessing tommy doesn’t have anyone otherwise they’d probably have come looking for him” “…you think he’d want me to?” Wilbur asked “of course mate we can ask tomorrow ok” “yea I’d like that” Wilbur said smiling as Phil drifted off to sleep next to him “I’d like that a lot”
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Fucking finally I’ve spent so long on this and I love how it came out. Some of my best work I’d say
Hope you guys like it also thanks for getting me to 150 followers it mean so much to me
This one will include: tiny!¾ SBI, some Clindyduo :O, as well as Trans!Tommy! Specifically Transmale!Tommy. (also the POV switches a lot)
Possible Trigger Warnings are: deadnaming (unintentional, Tommy is not out to his parents in this fic), and unintentional misgendering
Content warnings: Fear, unintentional fearplay(????), mentions of being squished (not often), and implied dysphoria but not a lot
If I need to add any content or trigger warnings please let me know! :3
Basic Summary: Philza, Wilbur, and Technoblade are borrowers who are half-wild in a sense. They live in a vacation home. The caretaker will stay for a few days and then leave for a could moths, so they stock up what they can when the caretaker is there, and then forage for other items they may need. But this summer is a bit different! There’s a new family coming to stay in the house. But, surely it will be no different than usual, right?
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There were three, Technoblade noted from his spot crouched in the window. Three humans had just arrived at the cottage– that’s what the usual human called it in his mutterings.
Two parents and one that appeared to be their daughter.
Technoblade raced off before they came inside, running off to tell his family.
“Three, are you sure?” Phil asked, pausing in his clothes washing. Technoblade nodded.
“And I overheard them saying they’ll be staying for the summer.”
Wilbur frowned into his cracker. Phil sighed, hanging the clothes up.
“Well, we’ll need to be extra careful, then. Oh, and, you boys should bring in your foraging gear. There’s rain on the wind, and from the looks of those clouds, we’re in for a big storm.
Wilbur and Technoblade brought in the foraging items they’d left out to dry– they’d had a run in with a stream, long story– before closing up the hatches as they went, just in case there was a little flooding. Luckily, most of their house was higher in the walls, so they should be fine.
Hopefully.
It did flood that one time…
But it hasn’t happened since– the humans did something to prevent it– so Wilbur was reasonably certain that it wouldn’t happen again.
Shockingly, it was only a light rain that night.
The two adult humans left the house, calling goodbyes to their daughter Samantha.
“Come on,” Phil said. “We need a few things, and this is a good time.”
There was a rumble of thunder in the distance that made the three borrowers nervous. They always hated thunderstorms. The sound of the rain and thunder always rattled their home. Not to mention, it always made them lie awake in fear of flooding. Phil wanted to get a few things in preparation for the surely awful night to come.
Music began as soon as they reached the exit to the tunnels. Creaking the door open slightly, they saw the teen human. She was dancing around, wearing a baggy sweater despite it being boiling outside. Her hair was pulled out of her face, almost hidden by the back of her head. She danced around the kitchen, mouthing along to the song blasting loudly from her device.
She jumped, landing with a harsh thud that rattled some of the dishes near the borrowers. Wilbur swallowed a little. They were lucky they weren’t attempting to run past her as she danced, they would have been squished for sure.
The borrowers carefully darted from hiding place to hiding place, but the girl didn’t seem to notice as she spun around the kitchen again and again with her broom, hardly doing the sweeping she was supposed to.
“Tommy!” they could barely hear over the music. Samantha– Tommy?– froze on a dime, much to the amusement of the other person.
“I thought you said there were only three!?” Wilbur hissed to Technoblade. His twin furrowed his brow.
“There was..”
“Come on, big man, I don’t want to get squished!”
The three borrowers watched with frozen shock as Tommy bent down and swept something– no, someone– off the floor. A borrower was in her– er, his?– hands. But instead of screaming as he spun around, now singing loudly and off-key to the still-going music, the borrower laughed loudly.
“Put me down already!” He cackled, sounding out of breath already. “I’m gonna puke if you keep spinning me around.”
With one more heel turn, Tommy pivoted, deposited the borrower on the counter surprisingly softly, before twirling the broom and getting back to ‘sweeping’.
The brunet borrower just laughed, clambering up the windowsill, unknowing to the small family gaping at him nearby. He wore a brown and yellow long-sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbow, and jean overalls. They looked to be made out of cloth, but they weren’t doll clothes as there was no Velcro or snaps. It seemed like the outfit was made for him specifically.
He looked out at the rolling clouds, before turning to survey the room. His eyes landed on the frozen family in no time. For a few moments, both parties simply stared at each other, before the brunet beamed, hopping down from the window and skipping over to them, seeming to have no issues with revealing them to the human. He stuck out a hand.
“Hello there! My name is Tubbo! What are yours!”
None of them answered at first, before Wilbur whisper-shouted;
“What are you doing out in the open? And with a human?!”
Tubbo cocked his head. “What? It’s just Tommy.”
He suddenly gasped, seeming to be hit with an idea. “You should meet him!”
“No-!”
Philza and Technoblade grabbed too late, as with more strength than he appeared to possess, Tubbo hauled Wilbur into the open. Wilbur tried to shoo his family away as Tubbo screamed for Tommy to turn his music down. Though there were many silent protests, Techno ended up dragging Philza back to the hole in the wall, and just in time.
Wilbur turned back as the music shut off, Tommy’s eyes landing on him. He blinked once, twice, before grabbing a stool and scooting over to the two borrowers. Wilbur backed up as he leaned over, resting his arms on the counter, and his head atop his arms.
“Hey there,” Tommy greeted casually, as though he wasn’t speaking to a borrow. Wilbur didn’t trust this… human child. “Name’s Tommy, ‘ow do, big man?”
Wilbur was quiet for a long moment. Tommy seemed content to wait there forever, while Tubbo seemed to begin getting antsy. Both borrowers jumped at the loud cracked of thunder. The next moment, rain was pelting harshly at the window. Tommy checked his music device.
“Mum and dad are held up at auntie’s,” Tommy said, gently leaning against where Tubbo had pressed himself to his cheek. “They’ll be staying the night.”
Wilbur jumped at another thunder crash. He hoped Philza and Techboblade were alright. At least they had each other for comfort. Wilbur curled in on himself.
“You want a blanket?” He whipped back to Tommy, who just stared right back at him. Wilbur wasn’t sure why he was surprised, but he was startled to see Tubbo curled up on his hand, pressed to his chest. “You look cold.”
“I don’t want your fuckin blanket.”
“He speaks!”
The next jump of fright nearly sent Wilbur tumbling off the counter, only to land in Tommy’s hand. He froze. Tommy stood.
“Don’t worry, I’ll set you down real soon. I just figured the living room would be more comfortable for all of us.”
Philza and Technoblade watched with varying degrees of anger and fear as Wilbur was taken away from the kitchen.
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