Idea, where Tommy's a struggling teenager trying to make ends meet and SBI are the ones who try to take care of him. Except, the day the Angel of Death is captured, chained and paraded in front of a growing hellfire of people and the nosy media, before being unceremoniously thrown into Pandora's Vault - on the day, and with the days that follow, Tommy doesn't see Phil.
He knows something is wrong immediately. And for once, it isn't his guilt. His paranoia is a sticky, sugary thing. This is a blaring alarm.
When he comes over for tea the following evening, his suspicions are further confirmed with the way Wilbur and Technoblade look wrecked. Bloodshot eyes and even hollower dark circles, but they still offer him bright, unconvincing smiles and tell him that Dad's just out on a trip, is all.
And then, the very next week, The Blood God is captured, golden chains around his ankles, a mockery. He is brought, godless and graceless, dragged towards a dark car.
That also, Tommy notes bitterly, appears to be the day that Technoblade goes missing. His phone rings endlessly, he does not respond to texts, he is gone, like he never existed at all.
The CNN reporter cheerfully tells the audience that the villains are going to be unmasked soon, finally revealing to the public the faces and the eyes of the people who have tormenting the heroes for ages, and Tommy knows, with final solemnity, how this tragedy is going to play out.
He rushes - climbing fire escapes and dodging shifty drug dealers and their shitty cars - cursing, not for the first time, that he didn't take their offer to live with them, instead of his shitty apartment at the edges of the city.
But, he's too late. The key clicks and the door swings open to reveal an empty apartment. It's picture perfect, only a yellow sweater thrown over the soft teal sofa. The apartment is dark, the only light from the TV playing and there's only one thing of consequence to the world at the moment.
Siren, muzzled and bloodied, has been arrested, and Wilbur is no where to be seen.
They say that no one who enters Pandora's Box leaves. It's not so much of a story as it is a fact. They never leave, not even as ash or coffin, buried and cremated in the graveyard supposedly inside the prison.
Tommy, though - all Tommy's ever been good at, since the moment his lungs burned with his first breath, since the moment he opened his eyes to see the traitorous, loveless world. All Tommy's ever been good at is leaving.
And this? This is his family. These are the people who have not feared him, have not pitied him, have not scorned him. These are the people who, for the first time ever, make him want to stay.
The decision is easy, then. Far more effortless than anything in his life has ever been. And so, Tommy Innit, the first and also the last person in all the cornerstones of history.
He breaks into Pandora's Box, 'causing the biggest masscarade in history, breaks SBI out, and walks away, with not even a glimmer of insight into his identity, and not a drop into his name.
(Tommy's power in this is super OP, but basically, he gains the power of anyone he kills.)
