ANGEL EATER STORY CONCEPT
(Cw: Kidnapping, obsession, unhealthy family dynamics, stalking, drugging)
Not proship.
Angel Eater is a modern au of Dsmp that focuses on Dark Sbi elements, and it’s about Wilbur kidnapping Tommy. It will be Tommy centric, and this post is a YAP sesh so Goodluck. This all concept and subject to change.
The ages are as follows;
- Tommy: 15
- Wilbur: 26
- Tubbo: 16
- Ranboo: 16
- Philza: 33
- Technoblade: 22
Tommy is a foster kid that’s been deemed as “too difficult to handle”, so he stays at a group home in between homes. Tubbo met Tommy he was given up because of his dyslexia when they were 9, and became inseparable. Ranboo comes along later after Tommy goes out to dream at 12. When Tommy comes back at 13, it takes him a while to accept Ranboo even with the knowledge he got to the group home because no one knew how to deal with his autism.
At the start of the story Tommy is at a foster home and so are the other three, they go to the same school and spend the hours after school hanging out until they have to go home. Tommy walks the others home first, before he walks home himself.
He meets wilbur at a park near his foster home, the man is taking photos when Tommy approaches. They banter, Tommy asks him for a cigarette and Wilbur remarks someone his age shouldn’t smoke.
The next night Tommy’s going home he sees Wilbur there smoking and taking pictures of the same trees, and the next night after that.
They became friends after that point, Wilbur gave Tommy consistency and no judgement. Tommy liked not having to go home that day, especially when he got to stay at Wilbur’s some days when his foster home became too hostile. Tommy once jokingly called Wilbur his saviour, Wilbur replied by saying Tommy was his little angel (but it was said in a mocking tone, it was brushed off as a joke.)
Wilbur always took photos during their hang outs, some surprise shots of Tommy, selfies with Tommy, candid pictures of Tommy, Funny pictures with/of Tommy, landscape pictures with Tommy somewhere in the foreground. Tommy thought that’s just how photographers were, living life through the camera.
Wilbur bought him food, gave him money, and gave him a safe space without Tommy even asking. Tommy didn’t accept the gifts at first, it took him two months to accept the gifts.
Tommy tells Ranboo and Tubbo, in hopes they would want to meet Wilbur on a weekend. They decline, because their homes are more stricter than Tommy’s and wouldn’t allow them out late on a weekend. It wasn’t until Tommy told Wilbur he was going back to the group home soon when Wilbur kidnapped him, he was walking the boy home in the early hours of the morning when hejust… took him.
Tommy had felt too safe with him to not question the sudden hug from behind, he only struggled when Wilbur put the cloth over his mouth.
Tommy wakes up in Wilbur’s basement tied up, the only place he wasn’t allowed because Wilbur said that’s where he developed his camera’s photos and any light would fuck them up.
He wasn’t entirely wrong. But he forgot to mention the walls were littered in pictures of Tommy, some predated when they met by two months. My Angel scrawled onto sticky notes, the names of Tommy’s friends placed beside photos of their houses and pictures of them sleeping, and hanging out with Tommy. Wilbur titled them fledglings, stars surrounding his sun.
But that didn’t compare to the endless photos of Tommy sleeping, walking home alone, in class, at the store, the hang out photos, and the papers littering the ground filled with poetic insanity about how Wilbur can save Tommy.
Even now, Wilbur took photos of Tommy waking up.
Tommy resisted so hard for the first month, he went on hunger strikes, he bit Wilbur’s hand, he kicked, he fought even as Wilbur forced him to drink drugged water. He screamed, but the basement he was held in had been sound proofed.
Then Wilbur gave him a challenge.
Wilbur will drive him and Tommy 30 minutes from the city, and if Tommy can run those 30 minutes to the city, Wilbur will let him go. If he can’t, Tommy will stay with him forever.
Tommy barely made it far from where Wilbur dropped him off, under eating and lack activity rendered his body useless after only 5 minutes of running. Let alone 30 minutes of staggering and crawling towards the city.
Wilbur dubbed him his little angel, who was led astray after that. Tommy played along, ate what Wilbur gave him, wore the soft comfortable clothing Wilbur gave him, showered when Wilbur allowed him, he even drank the tea.
Wilbur took photos of every achievement, cheered and hugged Tommy when he started to gain back weight. He made Tommy a scrapbook of his achievements, Tommy nearly puked seeing more photos of him asleep on the dingy mattress.
Eventually Tommy was given his own room outside of that wretched basement, he was given a switch to play Minecraft and animal crossing on (with no wifi, wilbur wasn’t that stupid.), when Wilbur was home he allowed Tommy to roam the house and the two ate together. But Wilbur warned Tommy, if he didn’t adjust soon… he might have to bring in his “stars”. Tommy never misbehaved again, the thought of seeing new pictures of Tubbo and Ranboo appear in the scrapbook filled his body with dread.
Wilbur showed him new a missing poster of him, it had been half a year since Tommy went missing. It gave Tommy some hope his friends were still looking, but when Wilbur showed him his bag filled with the new missing posters he knew Ranboo and Tubbo couldn’t afford to keep putting up missing posters for long. He punched Wilbur that day, then immediately fell to his knees begging him for forgiveness. Wilbur smiled, and Tommy let him hug him.
Tommy spent his 16th birthday in Wilbur’s dining room, fighting back tears as he blew out his cake’s candles. He wished he could see his friends again, while Wilbur cheered and excited presented Tommy with his mountain of gifts. Wilbur practically sang when Tommy slightly smiled at one gift, he was so excited to see his baby brother finally accept his life here.
Calling Wilbur a brother tasted nice on his tongue before this, but now it was sour, rotten. It made Tommy nauseated to call Wilbur his brother.
Wilbur had guests over, Phil and Techno; Wilbur’s family. They were nice to Tommy, they listened to Tommy, and they were always so welcoming. Tommy had hoped they were his last means of escaping.
They stared at Tommy and held him softly when he broke down and told them to save him, Phil remarked it takes timefor foster kids to adjust and Techno just grunted. Wilbur laughed when he heard from Techno what Tommy did, he told Tommy that he knew how Tommy feels now.
It made sense to Tommy, wilbur seemed too prepared to take Tommy. Of course, none of Phil’s kids looked like him and the lie of being adopted was a cover for the fact Phil took them too.
They dotted on Tommy, the three of them.
It made him sick. Phil even had a family photo taken, sitting Tommy on his lap and cradling him like a baby. Techno treated him as if he was a temperamental child, and Wilbur treated him the same way.
Baby of the family, littlest son, my baby brother.
He wanted to puke.
When the three left to get gifts for Christmas, Tommy had his legs bound. He couldn’t get far with his legs bound, and Tommy was so scared of them taking his friends he didn’t act up.
He didn’t notice a pair of eyes peering through the living window, not until he heard a knock.
The two faces he longed to see, his best friends he nearly fell onto his face trying to crawl to the living room windows. He managed to get it open a crack, enough so he could speak with them.
Tommy couldn’t stop crying, and they couldn’t either. He wanted to hold Tubbo and ranboo, he wanted to run with them right then and there.
But they were broke, They didn’t have a plan. Wilbur and the others knew where they lived, what group home they frequented, what school they went to. They made a vow to come back every week, to talk in the guest bathroom where there was a window. Tommy often spent time in the guest bathroom whenever he didn’t want anything to see him, and they gave him that space.
Tommy was happier than ever, and his friends had confirmation he was alive.
Wilbur noticed something off about Tommy, it was great Tommy was being such a sweet brother but Wilbur knows Tommy. He knew something was up. He figured out that Tommy had been talking with Ranboo and Tubbo after listening through the door, he noticed Tommy hiding some clothes underneath his bed.
But he didn’t think Tommy would be able to do it, that without him, Tommy would be lost. So he told no one, it was to be their little secret and Wilbur was confident he could catch all three of them by himself.
The night Tommy was going to escape he went into the guest bathroom, packed bag in hand and wearing his warmest clothes, he had no shoes but doubling up on socks should be enough. He dropped the bag outside the window, where his friends waited. They were all going to run to the train tracks, where their hiding place was.
Wilbur grabbed Tommy back before he could jump out the window, drawing gasps of terror from his friends as they couldn’t reach the window to help. Tommy struggled against Wilbur, made sure to avoid the rag Wilbur had in his hands. It was a scuffle, of hushed whispers and groans of pain.
Wilbur shoved tommy against the sink, and had him pinned against the counter. But This time, Tommy had the advantage of the close quarters. He kicked Wilbur into the bathtub behind him, and before Wilbur could get out, Tommy slammed the toilet lid over his head. Blood ran down Wilbur’s head, Tommy didn’t want to see what he did. He needed a reason for the others to stay back and buy some time to run, so Wilbur had to be hurt.
They ran to the tracks, it took them an hour of running and walking to get there. They had to take so many short cuts to cover their tracks, and in the end they escaped. They took the lock off of their abandoned train cart, and for the first night in a year… it was only them.
Tommy couldn’t be happier. He held them so close, he refused to move from them.
They survived the winter through rationing the canned food they brought with them, the money Tubbo and Ranboo managed to save got them more food when they needed it, and the tracks were near a forest so Ranboo and Tubbo were able to get firewood for their shitty barrel fire. Sometimes they had to venture out to buy fire wood, and each time they had to go all together otherwise they would panic.
When the winter was over, the three did odd jobs for enough cash to run to a different town. They regretted not immediately leaving town, but Tommy reasoned that Wilbur’s family would’ve bee checking the streets and bus stops for them. It was a miracle they managed winter without one of them getting sick or dying, so they hoped they would be presumed dead by now.
They got out of the city, and in spring they lived on the streets for a good few weeks before a girl from the local bakery took pity on them. She gave them the pastries they would go bad soon, let them stay in the employee break room at night when it got cold out, and eventually… through enough persistence, she got them to stay at her and her girlfriend’s house.
It was definitely uncomfortable and some nights the trio would sleep outside the house instead. Eventually, they were okay with the couple contacting authorities with the promise the couple would adopt them.
It was scary, but eventually they were adopted, and eventually they had jobs. School was the worst for Tommy, turns out being homeless and a missing kid for more than a year means you miss out on a lot of school work.
It’s fine though, Tommy and his friends are safe. Niki and puffy are kind and understanding, Puffy works as a social worker for a homeless shelter so she helps them out a lot. Niki is sweet, she helps them with school and gave them jobs at her bakery.
Tubbo, Ranboo, and Tommy are codependent now. They sleep in the same room, eat together, and have to go to school together. It takes Puffy a while to have them be comfortable enough for them to go to the bathroom without the others being present, and she currently trying to get them to be okay not going to the store together.
But they’re getting better. Tommy can’t get photos taken of him still, but it’s helpful to be the one holding the camera and taking the pictures now. Tubbo draws him, and Ranboo describes how he looks. Tommy can look in the mirror now. They celebrate Tommy’s 17thh birthday at Niki and Puffy’s dining room, there is no picture and there is no mountain of gifts. But his friends are here, and two women Tommy could almost call mom. Almost, he’s hesitant on family dynamics after Wilbur.
He cries after he blows the candles out, and he’s held by his friends. And finally, he feels safe. Not better, but safe.