Summary: Tubbo was certain he was a goner. But he's alive. Unfortunately, his living status is put in jeopardy.
Agonizing pain shot through Tubbo's side like someone taking a drill bit to his ribs. He cringed and made a move to stand only to feel a warm pressure lightly pinning his to the frigid surface beneath him. Someone cooed words of nonsense from far away until sleep claimed him once more.
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The first thing Tubbo saw when he opened his eyes was a needle larger than his whole person. He sucked in a sharp breath. Adrenaline puppeteered his body, sending him rocketing backwards. He leapt to his feet, doing his best to ignore the sharp pains in his body begging him to do otherwise.
The alien in possession of the syringe muttered something that-to no one's surprise-Tubbo didn't understand. He cried out pitifully as they made a swipe for him, their fingers snagging on nothing but air.
His legs moved faster than his mind, carrying him far away in the other direction. He clambered up cabinet drawer handles mounted on the wall like rungs of a ladder. His every muscle screamed in agony but he didn't stop until he was at the very top of the chest of drawers.
The alien stared at me from a helpless distance below. His golden wings twitched behind him, face scrunched up in an unreadable expression. Tubbo struggled to catch his breath, raking his fingers through his hair in an attempt to shake some clarity into his mind.
Where was he? Who was this? His brain was jumbled beyond repair.
They were trying to kill him. He knew they were trying to kill him. He detested needles at the best of times. This whole situation was something straight out of a nightmare.
He sniffled, trying to catch tears before they fell yet failing miserably. The alien's shoulders slumped. Blonde eyebrows furrowed in what almost looked like concern. No. Tubbo was certain he was just disappointed at finding out his little test subject was evading him.
"Ranboo!" the winged alien called over his shoulder.
Ranboo?
He appeared in a blink. The lanky, dual-colored being had to duck just to fit through the doorway. His eyes scanned the room a moment before landing on Tubbo. Panic overtook his slender face. He looked different. Fluffier. Cleaner. Completely free of the navy blue splatters that once decorated his fur.
Ranboo said something to the winged creature who held the syringe a little higher as he replied. Tubbo pressed himself flatter against the cream colored wall at the very sight of the thing. The needle was placed back onto the table immediately. The winged alien held his empty hands up placatingly.
Ranboo's tail swished uneasily on the floor behind him.
"Tubbo," he whined, holding his hands up towards the little human.
On any other day, Tubbo would've run to him. But not that day. All he could think about was being grabbed. Stuck with another syringe. Drugged for weeks at a time and waking up in strange place with a giant alien sitting in the corner with fangs and talons and antlers. He shook his head as he collapsed down onto the top of the cabinet, hugging his knees close to his chest.
Tubbo screwed his eyes shut tight. Why was he trying to kill him? He'd been duped. Stupid enough to believe that they were friends. No. What they had was the product of a temporary, symbiotic relationship. He'd been there to keep Ranboo sane. Now that he was free he had no use for Tubbo. That didn't make much sense but neither did waking up to a needle in his face.
He only opened his eyes at the sound of movement to find the blonde alien was gone. Ranboo was perched on the table Tubbo had just been laying on. His solemn gaze was locked on the small human. His were clapsed together in his lap as he murmured those soft words Tubbo couldn't even begin to comprehend.
He canted his head curiously. Tubbo let out a shaky sigh.
"The...the needle. It's like the ones they have," he stuttered. He pressed his index fingers to either side of his head to mimic horns before pointing at the abandoned syringe on the table.
Ranboo cast a glance over his shoulder before vehemently shaking his head.
"Good," he tried. He pointed at the needle. "Good."
"Bad," Tubbo replied simply.
Ranboo shook his head again. And then they were playing charades again. Outside the occasional "yes", "no", "sorry", "thank you", that's the only way they ever seemed to communicate. The gestures he was throwing out were wild.
Sleeping?
Thinking?
Talking?
Hearing?
Tubbo couldn't blame him. They probably didn't have good mimes in space for him to take after. Or maybe he was brilliant at charades and Tubbo's foggy mind simply could piece together the alien's intent.
"I don't have time to die right now, Ranboo!" he exclaimed in frustration. He sliced a thumb through the air in front of his throat for emphasis. "I have to find Tommy!"
Ranboo shook his head for the umpteenth time.
"No, no, no," he insisted. His hands were pressed together in a prayer position beside his head. Sleep? Oh, great. It wasn't poison. It was just another sedative. He'd said that like it was meant to make Tubbo feel any more at ease.
Tubbo slowly pushed himself up onto his feet with every intention of chewing out the giant alien further. He stepped to the edge of the drawers. A sudden burst of pain shot through his ribs. He let out a strangled grunt, doubling over in pain.
Straight off the edge.
His stomach dropped into his feet as he plummeted. A million thoughts ran through his head. Of Earth, of home, of Tommy. None of them lingering for more than a millisecond. He braced himself for the impact of his body splattering against the tile floor below.
But none ever came.
Instead, he landed on a soft, warm surface. He shook off the dizziness to the best of his abilities, vision slowly focusing on the heterochromatic alien towering over him.
Oh.
He cowered away from the creature. Any attempts to escape was blocked by the fingers curled around him ever so slightly. So many times, he'd found himself cradled in the same manner. He'd been nervous every now and again but there was never a moment where he was as terrified as he was right then.
There was nothing stopping Ranboo's fingers from seizing him, holding him down, and sticking him with that needle. He was raised high. Towards the creature's face. Towards the creature's mouth. He clenched every muscle so hard that he could feel them all cramping in knots.
He didn't know what he was expecting. Teeth, probably. That matching set of fangs mounted to his jaws he'd seen time and time again between grins and ravenously consumed meals. If not the teeth grinding him to mush then at least he expected the claws to skewer him.
Nothing happened.
Well, something did. It felt like sitting in one of those five dollar massage chairs in the mall. Vibrations wracked through his entire body. Ranboo's face was nuzzled softly against his chest. Tubbo couldn't help the soft chuckle that escaped his lips. The sensation was so oddly familiar at that point. Ranboo purred like a giant cat, pupils dilated to full circles as opposed to their resting slitted shape.
Right. This was Ranboo. He'd saved Tubbo's bacon more times than he could count. This was his friend. His friend wouldn't hurt him. He felt a little silly knowing that it took a twenty foot fall to remind him of that. Ranboo shifted the tiny creature around his grip, swiping a stray tear from the boy's cheek.
There was a faint sizzle of water against his thumb. He either didn't notice or didn't care. Tubbo wiped the remaining salty trails onto his sleeve. Ranboo said something that Tubbo didn't need to understand to comprehend.
"Alright, big man," he mumbled sheepishly, pressing a careful hand to the great creature's nose. "I love ya too."
stolen patagium (piglin!techno x bat!reader) Part 1
~3k words. Definitely not for those who cannot handle sad well.
For you, your wings were part of your whole identity. They were your pride and joy, and you flaunted them everywhere you could. You adored your near-transparent leathery wings that stretched around you like a blanket.
However with your wings came a few setbacks. Because of your hybrid, you were nearly blind, only able to see silhouettes at best. Sound was something that surrounded you- it helped you see, or rather know where things are. Due to this, you relied heavily on friends to help you through unfamiliar places, though you had nearly mapped out all of the towns nearby from flying around on your own.
You were currently laughing and shrieking with Tubbo and Niki, playing in the small spring near your house, splashing and chasing each other merrily. The day was sunny and warm, perfect for a short outing before the upcoming storm tore through the land. Sitting a ways away was Phliza, Techno and Tommy were talking about god knows what while Wilbur sat soaking in a small alcove in the pool, having had enough of being dunked into the water by you and Niki.
Your head was suddenly splashed with cold water, causing you to shriek and squawk awkwardly as Tubbo laughed and Niki moved quickly away from you, trying to escape the accusation you would inevitably shout at her, half shouting and half laughing to never, ever do that again. As the day melded into the early evening, the sunlight was disappearing ever more as thicker storm clouds rolled in front of it. Almost immediately after the last cloud covered the sun, the thunder started and the clouds lit up momentarily with lightning that had yet to hit the ground. You groaned as you knew this was a sign to head back into the safety of your own home. Frowning you looked at the vague figure of Tubbo and Niki before asking them if they’d help you get back home without tripping over spare rocks and twigs.
“I can’t, I’m meant to help Tommy and Phil pack up the picnic we had,” Tubbo replied patting your back before moving to help the aforementioned people with said picnic. You looked towards Niki while sighing,
“It’s ok Niki, I know you don’t know the way back to my house.” She apologised before quickly helping me out of the water, said her goodbyes, and promptly left to her own home. You looked around at the remaining figures before making your way over to Techno himself intent on asking if he could help guide you home. Halfway over to him, it started to rain, causing the ground to quickly become slick. Your own wings curled tighter into your body, the cold droplets of the rain feeling like ice on your skin.
You paused, knowing that you would most likely slip and fall if you continued without a guide and shouted, “Techno! Can you come here please?”
His figured seemed to appear out of thin air as he approached, making enough noise to let you know he was there in case you hadn’t seen him approaching.
“Yes?” his reply came out roughly, most likely a little sore from talking nearly all day.
“Do you think you could help me get home? There’s so many stray stones and twigs that I’ll trip at least three times if I try to get there myself.” Your voice was pleading, and you were half preparing to crawl home in case he said no before-
“Yea, I’ll help you.”
You breathed out in relief, “Thanks so much! You don’t know how much you’re helping me.”
He simply looked at you and made an expression your half-blind self could assume was a smile, before setting his arms on your shoulder, and pulling you forwards into the more dense woods that lead to your house. Every now and again he’d call out that there was a fallen stone or branch, and helped you clamber over them when you asked for assistance. The rest of the walk back went fairly okay- or as okay as it could be when the rain came down harder, sheets of it hitting the ground so loud it was hard to hear your own voice, let alone his. You briefly lost your footing going down into the valley your house sat in, and Techno’s strong hands helped pull you back up. It was now no longer an aimed walk back to your house, as now you were both walking as quick as was safe for you, trying desperately to get out of the rain as fast as possible.
Once reaching your covered porch, you quickly set your outdoor fireplace up and lit it, intending to dry your clothes a little bit before going indoors. You looked over at Techno, smiling, “You ought to stay for a little to see if the rain lets up before you head home.”
He began to protest that he would be fine, that the wait would only make it more wet outside, when you shushed him and reminded him that the last thing he needed was to get sick from wet, cold clothes. Grabbing a set of plain, dry clothes, you paused, before grabbing a second set for Techno. Turning back to the fire pit, you handed him the clothes and motioned to the clean, dry towels near him saying, “There’s a small area on the other side of the porch you can towel off on and change into dry clothes, I promise I can’t see that far away especially in this heavy rain,”
You chuckled at the darker shade that crossed his face when you finished talking, and promptly went to grab a rack to put near the fire to dry out the wet clothes. Dragging it over, you noticed that he’d moved, presumably to do as you suggested. You stood, not wanting to wet the seats with your dripping clothes when you faintly heard footsteps belonging to Techno come closer. Turning you spotted his large figure in the dry clothes you’d provided, a towel thrown around his hair.
“Feel better?” You asked, smirking.
“Much,” he replied before sitting back down on the same couch he was on earlier. You nodded, before going over to change your own clothes. As you stripped of the uncomfortable clothes, you felt the hairs on your neck rise. There was something watching you. Not one to ignore instinct, you quickly wrapped yourself in the towel, not bothering to grab the wet clothes as you walked quickly over to Techno.
When he looked over towards you, you could tell that he was blushing at your form, his mouth opening to ask before-
“There was something watching me over there, I figure that I’d be better off near you than alone,” He shut his mouth quickly before nodding, looking away to give you privacy as you changed near him, feeling much safer than before. Clearing your throat you sat next to him, signaling that you were done with changing. He looked over before chuckling at your disgruntled expression. You tended to be fairly suspicious of everything since you couldn’t trust your sight and with the storm raging next to you, you were down to three senses, none of which were very helpful.
As the night dragged on, so did the storm. You and Techno had both since moved inside, the hairs on your neck having risen again. This time Techno was aware of the presence as well, which calmed you to know that you weren’t going crazy. Having moved inside, of course then did the rain begin to let up momentarily, letting the dim shine of the moon come through the clouds. It seemed the the storm had let up, and you looked over to Techno, knowing that he would want to go home as soon as possible.
“Would you mind looking around the house to make sure that the thing that was watching us is gone before you go? It’d help me out a lot,” You questioned, using your puppy eyed-look to influence him more. He just looked at you flatly before agreeing and letting you pamper him a little more before heading back out.
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After agreeing to look around your house, Techno finally managed to escape your doting nature by saying that the more he waits the more of a chance the thing watching you and him had left.
You grudgingly let him go, and he inspected the perimeter of your house thoroughly, before out of the corner of his eye he saw a shift in the trees a few yards away from your house. He tensed, honing in on the figure before quietly equipping his sword. At the reflection of the moon on the enchanted blade, the figure quickly shrieked and took off, with Techno hot on it’s heels.
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You heard him yell out, “Found it!” before taking off, and you assumed that it was taken care of. You relaxed your tense shoulders before moving to clean up the small mess of food you and Techno had made earlier. Once done, you figured that it wouldn’t hurt to have a little extra protection tonight, as you drew the blinds and curtains, before leaning chairs against the doorways of the house and locking the doors.
Content that you were safe enough, (as you could never be completely safe in this area) you blew out the main candles before going and laying on your makeshift nest, which consisted of various grasses and hay, as well as a soft pillow given to you by Niki. As you finally drifted off, your winged form relaxed wholly, completely unaware of the dark figure that had been in your house before you had even come home.
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Techno was on a high of adrenaline, having chased and successfully caught the dark figure. After catching and interrogating the creature, he was running as fast as he could back to your house, praying you were still awake or at the very least, able to defend yourself well enough until he got there himself.
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You awoke to a rough set of hands on your shoulders, trying to tie you down to the bed. You thrashed, unable to see a thing, but able to locate just about everything in the room from the sound you were making. There was someone on top of you, pinning you down with their own weight. A cruel whisper in your ear promised to be gentle if you stopped fighting, making your blood run cold. You feared the worst, rape, death, perhaps both- but nothing prepared you for the icy ball of dread that dropped into your stomach as the stranger caressed your wings. Your eyes teared as you screamed as loud as you could, hoping the noise would either catch the creature off guard or alert someone to your situation, but the creature ignored your scream, intent on checking that your wings would indeed catch a fair price.
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At the sound of your scream, Techno ran even harder, having told Phil of the situation as he was sure the he would need backup to either comfort you or kill the creature after your precious wings.
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After a frantic message from Techno, Philza was on his way over to your house as fast as possible, slicing through the air with his wings as he fought against the wind currents- they were strong because of the storm but Phil was stronger, intent on helping his friend, and your precious wings as he knew exactly what the horrible creatures were after.
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You were struggling against your binds as the creature had decided that your wings were worth the fortune he would get selling them, before getting off of you and grabbing a metal saw. You blacked out when he made the first in-out pull of the saw, the pain shooting through your body so intensely that you would rather have died than experience again. Even as your body blacked out, you could still feel the drag of the saw’s teeth in and out on the base of your wing. Your screams were no longer out of fear, but of unimaginable pain when you woke up.
As the man sawed through the wing, you’d managed to run your voice hoarse and screamed until you’d vomited. Instantaneously, you felt a weight off of your shoulder blade, and you knew immediately that your wing was gone.
Your mind was reeling, hardly acknowledging the pain of the man behind you beginning to saw your other wing, and the only thing your mind could think of was no. Your wing was gone. It was just gone.
Your screams fell silent as you finally, finally, blacked out completely, body giving up from the overload of pain and pure unadulterated terror.
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Techno reached your house, with Phil swooping in hard, and the both of them could smell the sickening scent of blood and vomit before even opening the door, quickly disregarding the chair that was leaned against it, rushing into the small walled off area you called your bedroom.
There, on the hay was your body, prone and mutilated. The window next to it was shattered and empty, the thief long gone with your wings in arms. Techno could barely take in the scene before him- he and Phil had both seen bodies ripped apart, but the sight of you made Techno feel as if he was back in time, younger, seeing the first dead body in his bloody history. But you couldn’t be dead, you were still gushing blood as he leaned down to press his hands against the- the stumps left from where your wings used to rest. He took one look at Phil and Phil knew that he was not going to be the one who looked for your thief. Sighing heavily, Phil sent a nod towards Techno as he shot out through the window, in pursuit of your wings.
Phil quickly made a makeshift swing around his neck before carefully placing your body inside of it. After securing your lifeless body to himself, he shot into the sky, heading towards one of the only people he knew could help- BadBoyHalo’s house.
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BadBoyHalo was not necessarily suprised at Phil’s arrival at his house, but he was horrified at was Phil brought. Looking at your mangled form, Bad pushed away his horror and tears as he forced himself to attend to your body, bandaging your stumps before moving on to the welts from the rope you’d been tied with, to having Phil help move your body so he could check that the more intimate parts of your body had not been hurt. Ordering Phil around felt strange to Bad, but Phil was more than willing to scrounge up the resources for a healing potion.
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You woke up screaming, sending Phil rushing into your room to check on you. At the sight of another person you trembled, scooting back quickly, maneuvering your wings out of the way-
You froze. Phil could tell by the look in your eyes you’d remembered. Your chest began to heave as you looked over your shoulders to find nothing. A sob tore it’s way through your chest, the sound involuntary as your eyes beheld what was left of your wings. Nothing. You whimpered, and locked eyes with Phil, and before you could blink he was at your side, hold you as you screamed and thrashed into his body, bawling your eyes out. He whispered to you that it would be okay, that they’d be back, but you couldn’t listen, bile rising from the back of your throat at the thought of never being able to fly again.
Now that your body wasn’t running on pure fear you could feel every pulse through what was left of your back, the raw feeling of the bandage pressing harshly on you.
Having been woken up from the long night of bandaging you up by your screams, Bad finally managed to come in to give you a healing potion and, mercifully, a sleeping potion. Taking both gratefully, you quickly lie back against Phil, crying into his side as he tried his best to comfort you.
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When Techno finally found your wings nearly a week later, the things he’d done to the thief were unspeakable. Needless to say, the thief was in now in pieces, and what was left of the man was buried alive. He’d been seeing red the entire time- he could hardly kill the man slow enough.
He was now gently wrapping your wings in the softest cloth he’s managed to find at the nearby village, taking extra care not to harm them. He fixed a sort of harness to himself so he could carry the wings on his back before heading back to you- or what he hoped would still be you.
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Your thoughts were filled with poison. You’d been moving through the week without life, a mere husk of your former self. Hardly eating, and spending most of your time sitting on the roof of Bad’s house-clinic staring at the sky with a dead expression. You were no longer upset- you coudn’t feel much of anything past the pain and mourning of your wings.
You’d spent the next few day doing the same before you were woken in the night by a noise. Quickly scrambling up, you looked around your still-lit room, searching for the intruder. Your heartbeat quickened as you left the room, anxious to avoid anything that could even hint towards the night you’d lost your wings. Stepping into the kitchen-den area, you saw Phil and Bad both awake, speaking to-
Was that Techno? And what was in the massive bag he was holding so carefully? Clearing your throat, all of the men looked at you- and yes, it was Techno they were talking to, though at the sight of you, Techno quickly left with his bag, making sure the bag didn’t hit the walls or ceiling. Shifting your eyes back to Bad and Phil, you worked up the nerve to ask the question burning through your lungs. They told you that there was going to be an important discussion about what would happen after Techno returned.
“What now?” you rasped, voice thick from mourning and restless sleep.
It was silent except for the return of Techno into the room, as Phil sighed. Locking eyes with Techno and Bad, he seemed to steel himself before turning to face you fully.
“If it were possible, would you want your wings back?” he asked quietly, and my heart froze. To have my wings back? To have what was missing from you returned? You choked back a sob- steadying yourself on the counter next to you, barely keeping from collapsing onto the floor. Suddenly the pieces fell into place.
The bag held your wings. You gasped a sob out as the men looked at you. If. If they could re-attach them. You faintly nodded, feeling yourself separate from the situation. You couldn’t dare hope for something like that.
Managing to reassert yourself you looked at them, helpless, and whimpered a pitiful, “Please,” before you could convince yourself otherwise. Techno moved closer to you, before abandoning his hard exterior in favor of comforting you.
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Days later, your wings were reattached. A week after that you moved to newly built house near both Techno and Phil. Months passed and you were finally strong enough to relearn how to fly. A year passed, and you were nearly as healthy as you were before what had now been dubbed ‘the incident’.
Things to look out for: brief mention of blood, pain, crying, swearing, eating trash, mention of throwing up, (please tell me if I missed one!)
Random side note: Haha raccoon man go brrr (also it impossible for me to write pure fluff, I’m so sorry)
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All of Phil’s sons had some kind of animal they were mixed with. All except for Tommy so far. Techno had pig like features, Wilbur had his fish scales, and he himself had his wings. What Tommy had, they had yet to find out.
But that didn’t bother any of them. No, it bothered Tommy because he looked different. But his family started getting hopeful when Techno noticed small habit changes.
He saw him spending more time at night than the morning and was always waking up late. He took up whistling and hissed at anything that was vaguely threatening. Tommy also became more nosy and destructive than normal. His room was always a mess, but he refused to clean it.
So a few days after his fifteenth birthday when he gained his physical animal traits, no one was that surprised.
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Techno was always the first awake. After he finishes his first cup of coffee, Wilbur usually comes up and then Phil is right behind him. Tommy has started to sleep in later, but he was always up an hour or so later.
But today he never showed up. It was almost noon before they all went to his room to see if he was awake. What they found delighted them and scared them; mostly scared them though.
Tommy was laying on his floor, a deep growl coming from somewhere in his throat. He looked in pain so they all rushed over. He saw them and hissed, trying to crawl away but ended up backing himself into a corner.
Phil held Techno and Wilbur back and pointed at his face. “Look, does his face look darker to you?”
The two older boys looked at their younger brother and nodded. “Yeah, like there’s a mask on him,” Wilbur said.
Techno pulled away and slowly made his way to Tommy. “Hey, hey, hey! You’re okay, buddy,” he mumbled, crouching down. “It’s me, Blade.” He held out a hand.
Tommy calmed down slightly and seemed to sniff Techno’s hand. He recognized his brother’s sent and relaxed fully. Now he just looked scared.
“It hurts, Techno...” he whined, curling in on himself.
He sat down fully and ran his fingers through his hair. “I know, bro. You’ll be okay soon, I promise. Anything you need?” he asked, looking into his sky blue-turning-brown eyes.
Tommy whimpered in pain again. He pointed to his trash can. “Can you bring that over here..?”
Wilbur rushed it over. Everyone expected him to throw up, but they weren’t expecting him to eat the rotten food bits out of it. Phil quickly took it away.
“Whoa! You know trash is bad for ya, Tommy!” he cried, putting it back where Wilbur found it.
“But it tastes so good!” he wailed. “And it’s the only thing I haven’t thrown up since this morning!”
Techno sighed and turned to his dad. “Remember how I eat potatoes, Wilbur loves eating seaweed, and you eat seeds all the time? This is his food,” he explained. “Trash.”
“But that’s not healthy!” Phil argued. “Tommy how does steak sound? Or a Gapple?”
Tommy shook his head. “I snuck some earlier and they just came right back up. I’ve been living on trash since three,” he said, holding his stomach.
Wilbur sat down, worried. “Three am?! Tommy, why didn’t you wake us up?!”
“I didn’t wanna bother you... Plus, I was quiet! Techno didn’t even know I was there!” Tommy responded, frowning.
Said brother sighed. It was true, he didn’t hear or notice a thing last night. “True. But how’d you manage to sneak the Gapples from my room?” he asked, very confused. He was the lightest sleeper and most observant person in their family so it was hard to get into his room without him knowing, let alone steal.
“I was qui—“ he cut himself off with a large cry of pain. “Fuck! My back!”
Everyone looked to see a tail trying to push its way through. Tommy kept swearing and Phil didn’t badger him about it; he knew how painful this must be. He turned to Wilbur.
“Go call Tubbo and see if he can come home. I think seeing him will help Tommy,” he said.
Wilbur nodded and ran to the phone while Techno tried to reassure Tommy he was okay. He picked it up and punched in Tubbo’s number. It took a few rings before he picked up.
“Hello?”
Wilbur sighed in relief. “Tubbo! It’s me, Wil! Can you come here as fast as possible? I know you’re at a friend’s house but Tommy’s finally gained his physical animal traits and we think seeing you will help him.”
“Yeah, I’ll be right over!” he asked. Wilbur could hear him pulling on shoes.
Wilbur nodded, even though he couldn’t see. “Please hurry.” He hung up the phone and ran back upstairs.
Tommy’s tail was half out and they could see the tips of some ears. He sat back down next to him and rubbed his back. “Tubbo will be here soon, okay? You’re doing so good!”
He didn’t respond, he just kept swearing and crying. After about five minutes, the doorbell rang and Wilbur rushed downstairs to let Tubbo in.
“He’s upstairs, come on,” Wilbur said, dragging him in immediately and running back with Tubbo. “He’s here!”
Tommy looked up and whined. His eyes were completely brown and his tail was almost out. Tubbo ran over and sat in front of him.
“Hey, Tommy! It’s okay, you’ll be okay, alright? Do you trust me?” Tubbo got a small nod and he gave a brave smile. “Good. Then trust me when I say it’ll be over soon. Just hold on a little longer,” he said, holding onto Tommy’s hand. Tommy squeezed back, not saying anything but the occasional cuss word.
Phil stood up, knowing his youngest was in safe hands. “I’ll go get towels,” he told them before running off.
Techno watched him go and brought the trash can back over. “Here, Tommy. Eat some trash before he gets back. I used to eat out of the trash all the time and I turned out fine.”
Tommy gave a weak laugh but didn’t reach for what he called food. “N-not hungry...” he muttered.
“Let’s wait until his ears are out,” Wilbur suggested. “His tail is out and when his ears show the pain will ease up enough for him to eat.”
Tubbo nodded. “Yeah, that makes sense.” He took a glance at Tommy. “He look like a raccoon,” he told them, trying to start conversation.
Techno started making a pile of edible food for his brother. “Yeah, considering what I’ve seen him do that makes perfect sense.”
“What’s he been doing?” Tubbo asked.
As Techno filled Tubbo in on Tommy’s new behaviors, Wilbur comforted him. Eventually, Tommy let out a content sigh and let go of Tubbo’s hand, going completely limp.
“That hurt like hell,” he sighed after a while. “Why’d it hurt so bad..?”
Phil walked in with towels and handed one to Techno. “Because your body is rearranging itself to comply with the new appendages,” he explained, starting to dry the blood off his new tail while Techno worked the ears.
Tommy tried to pull away but was too tired to do much so he just let them continue. “I gotta wash these fuckers now, don’t I?” Everyone nodded and he huffed. “That’s no fair! Techno doesn’t have to wash his fangs!”
Techno snorted and Phil sighed. “No he doesn’t, but he still has to take care of his skin just like Wilbur goes swimming everyday and I go flying every morning.”
“Oh poo! You guys don’t have to brush knots out of something you can’t reach!”
Wilbur stepped in. “No, but it’s just as difficult. Swimming takes a lot of energy out of me and dad still has to groom his wings. Techno eats Gapples not just to stay strong but because it’s just as important as us eating vegetables,” he explained.
Techno and Phil pulled away and helped sit Tommy upright. As he reached for the pile of trash, they all took a good look at him.
His tail and ears had dark rings and his eyes were dark, almost black. He had a dark pattern on his face that looked like a mask and his teeth were a little sharper. His nose was slightly pinker and Tubbo gasped before leaning forward and booping him.
Tommy dropped his food bit and bleped, causing everyone—even Techno—to make an ‘aww’ sound. They all took turns booping him and he started to get angry.
“Stop that,” he said, pouting. “Let me eat!”
They all snickered and let him go back to eating. After he had finished, he yawned and curled his tail around his legs.
“Tired?” Phil asked with a small laugh. “It’s only two in the afternoon, son.”
Tommy huffed. “But I’m sleepy! Can I....“ he trailed off and they watched his gaze wonder to the gold bits holding Techno’s cape on. He reached for them and Techno moved away.
“Hey, hands off, Tommy!” he scolded. Then he saw the look of shame on his brother’s face and sighed. “Sorry, that was harsh. It’s just your animal instincts. Don’t worry, we’ll help you learn to control them.”
He nodded and dug through the trash some more. Tubbo was the one to break the awkward silence.
“So, what now? Do I have to go or can I stay?”
Phil smiled. “You’re always welcome to stay, Tubbo. I’m sure Tommy would appreciate it too.”
Tommy pulled out a Gapple core and started chewing on it. “Yeah! I can show you how to climb a tree and dig through trash!” he said with a mouthful of food.
Wilbur took the core from him. “You know how to climb a tree...?” he asked. Techno was just as confused.
“Yeah, it’s not hard!” He stood up and pulled Tubbo up with him. “Come on!”
Tommy’s family watched him go, his new tail wagging from side to side in a blur. Wilbur stood up and sighed. “Well, I’m going swimming. Have fun you two.”
Wilbur walked away and Techno got up also. “I’m gonna make sure they don’t hurt themselves,” he said, following his brother out the door.
After a while, Phil stood up and walked out to start on dinner. Apparently Tommy did know how to climb a tree so they all watched him leap from branch to branch.
Everyone agreed that a raccoon suited him perfectly.
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Hey, thanks for reading this! If you enjoyed please reblog, it helps me stay motivated to write more. Comments are also very appreciated! I might also write some Tubbee or Tubbo with horns if this gets enough attention
I am so tired please take this lazy addition to my monster au. I need to stop writing when i'm sleep deprived
Jschlatt is once again woken up by the cries of the child in the next room. He sighs and drags himself out of his bed to take care of the child he’s named Tubbo. He’s only had Tubbo for a week, besides his conflicted feelings and sleep deprived-ness he loves the kid. He doesn’t understand why but ever since he first held Tubbo he’s been...happier. He hasn’t been able to say that for a long time. He picks up Tubbo and tries to get him to calm down for the 3rd time tonight. Geez, how do people do it? Maybe it was harder for him since he was 17, or maybe his parents made it look easy. Well, probably not the latter one considering his parents completely abandoned him 3 years ago. Assholes. He snaps out of his thoughts when he notices Tubbo gripping his sweater. Tubbo yawns and falls asleep leaning against Schlatts chest. Schlatt once again sighs holding small Tubbo closer to him. Maybe things aren't that bad. He holds onto Tubbo for a second longer before putting him back in his crib and going to bed himself. Yeah, it's going to be ok.
“TOMMY GET THAT OUT OF YOUR MOUTH” Philza puts down Technos wooden sword and runs over to a baby Tommy who’s trying to eat a rock. Techno snatches back his sword and hits Wilbur who hasn’t stopped singing the same 3 lines over and over again. It’s 3am and all Philza wants to do is sleep. After struggling to get the rock out of Tommy’s mouth he dragged 16-year-old Techno and Wilbur to their shared room. He tells them they can argue in the morning but now they have to sleep or they’ll be grounded for the next week. They trip over each other getting ready for bed. Phil goes back to the living room to find Tommy asleep in his playpen. He picks up Tommy and takes him to his crib. After laying Tommy down in his crib Phil is finally able to take a goddamn shower. He loves his kids more the anything but fuck sometimes they can be so exhausting. He takes a warm shower and lets himself relax till Tommy starts screaming because he’s not in the same place he fell asleep in. After another 10 minutes of soothing Tommy, the little gremlin finally goes back to sleep. Phil sighs and holds Tommy for just a minute longer before putting him in his crib again. Philza finally lays in bed and is able to sleep for four hours till he hears Techno and Wilbur yelling at each other over Tommys screams. He sighs, putting on a robe and dragging himself downstairs to find all of his kids covered in pancake flour. The boys continue yelling about the recipe and who's going to wake up Phil for their surprise breakfast.
Once upon a time, there was a man who could hold the galaxy with his wings. Great and white, or soft and grey, or majestic black. He finds the stars, the moon, the sun, the comets, and the planets everywhere from the sea to the skies, and somehow, they always come to rest in his galaxy.
Alternatively, How'd Phil get so many goddamned children?
“Tubbo, it’ll be fine. Me, Wilbur, Tommy and Techno will be there to help if anything goes wrong”
winged!sbi and tubbo counts, yes. tubbo isn't the best at flying but he wants to get better because tommy really like flying and tricks, so phil is trying to help
