Tommy visits Techno's base a few more times while the anarchist is gone. But he is always quick to retreat, never stealing, in fear of Dream.
Techno obviously knows someone had been stalking out his base, but he's confused as to why and who.
Eventually, he catches Tommy, but before he is able to start bullying the kid, Tommy takes off and flees. Tommy rarely flees, much less without putting up any fight, so that sets off red flags. Still, Techno doesn't give chase, deciding it wasn't worth it.
He catches Tommy again a few days later, and this time gets a good look at the boy's appearance. Tommy looks like shit: covered in dirt with holes in his clothes, missing a shoe, and a bad case of eye bags. Tommy wasn't wearing armor, and was clearly shivering from the cold. Tommy flees again before Techno could get any closer.
The third time Techno catches him, Tommy is passed out in the snow, nearby his house. By now, Techno had been keeping an eye out for him. Finding the unconscious boy, Techno quickly brings him inside and sets him up in front of the fire place.
When Tommy wakes up, at first he has trouble processing anything, and the dead look in his eyes had frightened Techno. Here is the child who had a fiery passion to fight, and his flame was gone.
When reality catches up with Tommy, he panicked, muttering how Dream was gonna punish him for not being back, for leaving the island.
And I didn't know what else to write, and this has been sitting in my drafts for two days
Tommy watched curiously as Techno groaned and clutched his head, rubbing at his temples with his eyes shut tight. This wasn't the first time he's seen his older brother act like this. As Techno mumbled words like "shut up" and "quiet down" to himself, Tommy goes off to dig around in the chests. Finding what he needs, the teen pulls out a glowing, pink potion and hands it to Techno.
Healing potions, while lesser than a Regen pot, was great for minor ailments: headaches were one thing easily soothed by the elixir.
Wordlessly, Tommy hands Techno the potion, watching his brother immediately down it and set the bottle aside. He waits a minute for the effects to kick in before asking Techno:
"What were the voices yelling this time?"
His older brother groans.
"They were just spamming E! I don't even know why?!"
He cackles, not caring how loud he was. Only Techno's voices could be that weird. Wincing at how ear-splitting Tommy's voice was, Techno gives in with a small smile.
Techno remembers going to the Nether with Phil in the early days. Back when he was a youngling. His tusks had barely grown in and his obsession with gold was much greater. Phil would take him on trips throughout the dangerous landscape, knowing that Techno could safely travel the burning terrain.
He remembers splitting off from Phil to mine a vein of gold, excited to get his hooves on the nuggets. Netherack crumbled away much easier than stone, leaving his prize free from the walls. Techno picks up the golden nuggets and stares at them happily; in his distracted state, however, he doesn't hear quiet steps coming up behind him. Suddenly, something pulls at the back of his shirt, and Techno squeals in surprise. He whips around, holding the stone pickaxe defensively.
Instead of a dangerous mob, however, stood a boy half his age. Blue eyes stare up at him from under shaggy blond hair. If it weren't for the tiny tusks sticking out from his lips and the pig-like ears, Techno would've mistaken him for a normal kid— not a piglin hybrid like himself.
The boy chuffs, still looking up at him. And when Techno tilts his head in confusion, the boy stomps a foot, points towards the gold nugget, and chuffs again. It takes Techno a moment to recognize that the boy was speaking in their native language. He hasn't heard it in a while, being so used to the overworld tongue now. Chuffing back, now recognizing the word that roughly translated to "shiny", Techno holds out his winnings. He surprisingly didn't mind sharing with the boy. The reaction he got was worth it— the boy grins up at him happily and hugs the gold to his chest.
He looks around for any possible adults looking for this lost child, and yet there were none in the area. Techno frowns, vaguely remembering his time in the nether before Phil found him. He remembered that the adults around him wanted nothing to do with a hybrid. The same thing most likely happened to this boy. A sadness filled him, and Techno decided to make a decision.
Quickly spotting Phil, Techno takes the boy's hand and leads him over, calling out for the winged man. That was the day they found and took Tommy home. The child was raised and taught much like Techno was. Once Tommy had learned the Overworld language, it was impossible to get him to shut up.
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Techno remembered the day he found Tommy in the nether, he remembered how the boy was curious and defiant even with the scars from the adult piglins. There was a stubbornness in that kid which kept him going.
That child is nothing like the one he was staring at now, though. This one had been curled up below his basement, hugging golden apples to his chest and shaking like a leaf. Techno could no longer see that defiant curiosity in bright blue eyes, now replaced by pure terror in dull greys. The tusks he was proud of were clearly cut down passed a normal trimming, and Techno subconsciously brings a hand up to his own.
"Tommy...?"
A whine is the only answer he gets.
"Tommy, I'm not gonna hurt you. Can you tell me why you're under my house?" Techno, although not the best at comforting, keeps his voice softer.
Hesitantly, Tommy answers with a snuffle, then a few snorts. Techno recognizes it as their native language. How odd that Tommy had reverted back to a tongue that neither had spoken in many years.
"Who's after you?"
The younger shrinks in on himself as a softer snort is let out. Techno finds himself grimacing at the word.
"'Adult'.... That doesn't really narrow it down. I'm pretty sure there are multiple people above you."
Tommy's face scrunches up, much like it did when he was younger, trying to find the word he was looking for. The piglin language wasn't a direct translation to the overworld tongue... most words didn't match up cleanly. Names were one of those things that never translated. It probably didn't help that something was stopping Tommy from using overworld speak.
"Okay... how about you write it out? Would that work?" Techno pulls out his book and a pen, opening up the last page for Tommy. The boy hesitantly takes the pen and starts to draw out a very familiar smiley face.
Tommy's a vigilante. He's supposed to stop the bad guy! Yet, here he was, staring down The Blade, infamous member of the villainous group: The Syndicate, and becoming more and more agitated by how unfazed the villain is.
"You're supposed to be frighted by my aura of pure manliness! Why aren't you fucking scared!"
"You're, what, ten years old? I'm not gonna fight a child playing dress up."
"I'm not a kid! The Great Tommyinnit strikes fear into every bad guy that crosses my path!"
"And that's another thing. Who's stupid enough to use their name as their alter ego?"
"My name isn't Tommy????"
"Sure it isn't, child."
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Much later on, The Blade comes across Tommyinnit again, but the kid is badly limping and sniffling. Through numerous encounters previously, The Blade has slowly been finding the child endearing. So, seeing the hero so beat up makes his heart twinge in anger.
I'm still obsessed with bench trio and Ranboo being protective of Tommy and shit
Also I adore raccooninnit
So let's combine these
We all know that Tommy cusses Ranboo out all the time, but I imagine that the raccoon brain also sees Boo as a safe figure as the height itself can be pretty intimidating. So, traumatized feral child tends to build raccoon nests, and he so happens to make one in Ranboo's closet.... with Ranboo's stuff...
Of course Ranboo discovers it quickly, but he lets it be cause if it helps Tommy deal with his stress and anxiety it isn't too bad
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It is past midnight, I'm tired, but allium duo go brrrrr
I've fallen head first into the Sam and Max media, and 305 broke my heart, so here's my angst of it:
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Sam couldn't sleep.
The silence was too loud and the darkness was overwhelming. Here he sat on the couch, clutching his head and shaking. His accursed brain reminding him of horrid memories. His job as freelance police left him with many traumatizing encounters, sure, but most of those things he could brush off. At heart, he was an adrenaline junkie, and his job was a never-ending high.
No, what left him so shaken up was Max's fate. His best friend, partner in both crime and life... the bunny who he walked down the aisle for... it took everything in Sam to hold back the tears. The memory of watching his little buddy be impaled was bad enough, but the knowledge he couldn't be there for his final moments– knowing how scared Max must've been when his brain was on the verge of exploding...
A small click breaks the silence, Sam squints in discomfort as the lights flicker on. There, in the doorway, was Max– not his Max though, Sam has to remind himself. No, his Max was dead. There wasn't even a body left to bury.
Soft footsteps pad towards Sam, and a small fuzzy body sits on the couch next to him. "You were whimpering so loud that I thought a baby was crying in another apartment!" Max jokes with a grin that many would mistake for sadistic, but Sam could see how forced it was. It hurt how similar they were- nearly identical... but not quite right. He could see it in Max's eyes: that haunted look that seemed to always stick around.
The feeling of a furry paw against his arm pulls him out of his spiraling thoughts. He looks at Max, almost shocked to see the look of pity on the lagomorph's face: it looked wrong and unnatural there. Meeting Sam's eyes, Max drops the grin entirely and asks: "You're thinking about him, aren't you?"
The eye contact made his skin prickle uncomfortably, so he looks away quickly. "It hurts so much..." Sam whimpers, voice breaking and making him feel all the more vulnerable. "I- I could've saved him! We promised to be together until the end in our vows! We–" he chokes, still refusing to let the tears fall. Suddenly, something clicks in his head. Sitting up, a dizzy-spell clouds his vision, but it doesn't stop him. "We have the time machine!"
"Sam-" Max pleads to deaf ears.
"I can go back and save him! I know what to do now, so it'll shorten the time it originally took!"
"Sam! Listen-"
"And we can save your Sam too! It'll be a happy ending for the both of us and-"
"Sam just listen to me!"
Max cuts him off by holding his muzzle closed, he's standing him his lap, right up in his face. Being this close, Sam has a clear view of Max's sorrowful expression.
"It won't work. Trust me, you'll just end up breaking your own heart over and over again." The forlorn of Max's voice tugs at his heart. Sam brings a hand up to cup Max's cheek, and to his surprise, the rabbit leans into the touch. "I tried again and again to save my partner. My life was over without him, but I wasn't ready to die. So, I drove myself to near-insanity trying to save him– heh, not that I wasn't already there before..." The lagomorph sadly chuckles before taking a breath and continuing. "But, no matter what I did, he still died. Again. And again. I lost track of how long I spent wasting my time. In the end, I still ended up blowing him up myself. Better by my hands than another's. It's what he would've wanted," Max fidgets the wedding band around his finger idly, and Sam finds himself subconsciously mimicking the action. He couldn't imagine being the one pulling the trigger, let alone having to relive it so many times.
"What made you give up?"
Max smiles sadly, "I lost the will to go on. In the end, I decided that I couldn't live in a universe without my Sam, so I went to Mama B in hopes I could find another. She said it was possible, but it was risky. Something about a high chance of dying. At that point, I didn't care if I lived or died."
It only now hit Sam that this Max had abandoned his own world to be with him. Not only that, but this new information that he was willing to die for this hit hard. Tears that have previously been held back, now broke through and poured down his face. He pulled Max against his chest, tucking the other's fuzzy white head under his chin. A wetness soaked through his shirt. Here the two of them sat, mourning what once was, alone but together against all odds.
I made a post ages ago about Techno being the one to raise Tommy, and I wanna explore that topic again!
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So, Piglin!Hybrid Techno. He's absolutely massive thanks to his hybrid half, and is a wall of complete brute strength. He's also one of the most famous fighters due to his immense skill and power. He's up there with the likes of Dream, another pvp God of sorts.
But Techno is also socially awkward and doesn't really know how to socialize properly. He often comes off as monotone and emotionless– he's blunt with his words and can't quite read the room.
So you wouldn't expect him to handle the care of a small, delicate fledgling. Yet, here he is, raising an avian hybrid.
"Theseus!" Techno had called out, annoyance bleeding into his tone. "Get back here, you gremlin!"
...A rambunctious fledgling who loved getting into trouble.
Chasing the kid around the house, Techno finally manages to catch the little monster, dangling him upside down by the ankle. Giggles escaped the fledgling as his poofy downed wings fluttered happily. It was taking all of Techno's strength to not to crack a smile. "Tommy, did you tamper with my shampoo?" His voice monotone as he asked, eyebrow quirked upwards questioningly.
"I don't know," Tommy's got a shit-eating grin on his face. "The pink looks great, though!"
Techno ended up dropping Tommy on the couch, ruffling his hair. The kid got his cookie rights for the night taken away for the prank. It was more or less a slap on the wrist, and though Tommy ended up whining and complaining, he ended up falling asleep splayed out over the piglin hybrid. (He keeps the pink)
Yes, Techno was called The Blood God in the arena. He was a brutal force of nature, accustomed to bloodbaths and violence. But Tommy brought out a softer side to him. It was sickeningly domestic, but for Tommy? Techno would give him the world just see him grow up happy.
And if anything were to happen to his kid?
Well, let's say that person would face the full wrath of The Blood God.
I think we deserve an au where Fundy and Tommy were much closer.
Wilbur practically has to balance raising his baby brother and his child. It's difficult in this new land, especially since his dad and Techno ran off to run an empire together. He missed Sally.
Although Tommy is technically Fundy's uncle, they were raised as brothers. Tubbo and Fundy were Tommy's confidants as they grew up together, he deeply trusted both.
Wilbur built L'Manberg for his two boys, the walls meant to protect them.
By the end of the first war, Wilbur was becoming power hungry, forgetting the ideals the nation he built. In the process, he started neglecting Fundy more.
Pogtopia was a really bad time for Tommy. First things, his best friend was back in Manburg while he was stuck in s ravine with Wilbur. Second, Fundy had cut all connections with them and abandoned them— Wilbur was taking it harder than Tommy. And thirdly, Wilbur lost his mind as he obsessed over the nation just out of grasp. He would take in out on Tommy, manipulating the poor boy he raised. This Wbur was no longer the kind man who taught Fundy and Tommy everything they knew. Replaced by a mockery of Wilbur Soot.
Wilbur died by the hands of their absentee father. Although Fundy went and tried to connect with his grandfather, Tommy wanted no familial connection with the man. He's been betrayed by both his parental figures: Phil for leaving him, and Wilbur for hurting him. He holds Philza at an arms distance.
Ghostbur was... interesting. Fundy and Tommy confided in each other once more, unsure of how to feel about the ghost. They would both get weirded out by Ghostbur's attempt to fawn over them. He would treat them like they were kids again— granted, they both were still technically children. Even if the ears forced that to grow up much too fast.
Eret offers to adopt Fundy, and the fox is over the moon. He's finally getting a dad again! In his excitement, he rushes to tell all his friends: including Tommy.
"Tommy Tommy Tommy! Eret's adopting me! Can you believe it!?" He doesn't miss the way his brother's expression drops for just a moment, but it quickly picks up into something forced.
"That's great, big man! I'm happy for you. You deserve someone to look out for you,"
Fundy frowns, his previous excitement drains to concern. Then it clicks. "You deserve someone like that too... Wilbur fucked you over just as much as he did me."
Tommy's face scrunched up. "I'm all grown up and shit. Too much of a big man to worry about those things."
Fundy takes the initiative to bring Tommy to Eret, and asks the man to take in Tommy too. It didn't even have to be an adoption thing. Eret wasn't against the idea, though he was confused over one thing:
"Isn't your dad still alive?"
"Phil isn't my dad. He doesn't deserve that title."
Eret later fills in the gaps between Tommy's interactions with Philza, the bits of the past a few people (including ghostbur) would mention, and the fact that he watched Wilbur raise both boys.
The former king does end up taking the two in, formally adopting Fundy from Phil, and unofficially adopting Tommy since the teen would hang around more.
That's the story of how Tommy and Fundy became the princes of the Dream SMP
