[ID: A gifset themed around Zombinnit from MCYT. The top left gif is an albino crow taking a bath in a sink and dipping its head underwater. The top middle gif is a gold chandelier shaking gently. The top right gif is an owl’s wing slowly spreading. The middle left gif is a white and tan cat licking its paw. The middle picture is art of Zombinnit smiling. The middle right gif is a handmade wing being shown how it closes. The bottom left gif is a close-up of white handmade angel wings. The bottom middle gif is a camera pan over a gold crown. The bottom right gif is an albino crow hopping out of its bath in the sink and flying away. End ID]
Sure, we could say that Tommy is physically normal after revival,
But that's no fun.
So, how about this:
People weren't made to been revived. Bringing the dead back has consequences.
When Tommy came back, he wasn't the same, and I'm not just talking about trauma.
His body is much more fragile, and is more zombie-like than human. He has phantom pains now, and any recent wounds rot really fast. Healing potions hurt him and potions of harming heal him. He's truly undead in every way except mentally. Being revived has more or less shoved his spirit back into a corpse.
This is another reason why he's afraid of pain, because witnessing his body rot away adds onto the trauma.
Scars litter his body, both old and new.
Even with Ranboo, Tubbo, and Puffy's support, he retreats into his head and dirt shack. He refuses to leave the space, terrified of everything.
But... when he meets Michael, something protective takes hold. Here is a child free of the traumas he and others have faced. Not only that, but Michael looks at Tommy and doesn't run and hide. He loves his big brother Tommy.
Tubbo and Ranboo watched the progress that Tommy has made since meeting their son. They've watched Tommy hide away from everything, afraid of even being touched, to going on walks with Michael and running around with the kid. With Michael, Tommy allows physical contact. He gives the kid piggy back rides, he reads out loud while Michael sits in his lap, and they've even napped together, with Michael curled into Tommy's body.
Sometimes, even if he doesn't get hurt, his scars rot away when not taken care of for a period of time. Tubbo has taken to treating Tommy when this happens, and even makes the boy do check-ups. Michael loves to help, playing doctor with Tommy. He's not disgusted by the rot like others are, and maybe that has something to do with them both being zombies of sort.
Even if Tommy is still scared of the world, he makes progress everyday. His support system are there for him.
And then something bad happens.
It was just a picnic with the four of them, and Michael had wondered off. Tommy left to look while Tubbo and Ranboo relax. None of them were particularly worried. Next thing they know, there's an explosion and loud squeals of fear. The two of them race towards the distressed sounds, only to find a creeper hole and a curled up figure at the bottom. Tommy was unconscious, injured, and curled around Michael. Luckily Michael didn't have a scratch on him, but thats because Tommy took the hit.
Tubbo, who always caries potions of harming for both his undead son and best friend, is quick to tend to Tommy while Ranboo calms their distressed child. While most of the burns and rot heals, Tommy took a lot of damage to his head— more specifically, his right eye. Tubbo would've gagged if he wasn't already used to gruesome injuries. He's learned to numb himself as a child soldier.
Tommy remains unconscious for a few days, and he stays at Tubbo's home in Snowchester. Michael sits by his bed, worried for his uncle. Tubbo assures the piglin child that Tommy was strong and would be up in no time.
The first thing Tommy sees when he wakes up is Tubbo, as Michael was long asleep after he'd been promised that Tommy would be looked after.
"Tubso...?"
Happy that his best friend was awake, Tubbo had pulled Tommy into a hug, though it was gentler than the normal bone-crushing embraces. "You scared us! What were you thinking!?"
Returning the hug as best as he could, Tommy answered: "I saw the creeper and acted, Big Man. What kind of big brother would I be if Michael got hurt?"
Apparantly, they weren't quiet enough, because both are alerted to the sound of small hoof-steps. Smiling, Tommy invites the kid into the bed, who immediately snorts happily and curls up into his side. And in that moment, Tubbo wants to cry tears of joy— he saw the way Tommy looked down at his son, and was reminded of how Wilbur used to look at Tommy and Fundy. Just the sheer amount of love... and Tommy wasn't even aware of his own expression.
When Tommy catches Tubbo's staring, he rolls his eyes and scoots himself and Michael over. "Get in here already, Big Man. Its late and I'm exhausted." With no further invitation needed, Tubbo climbs in and presses against Tommy's other side. That's how Ranboo found them in the morning (he took pictures so that none of them would ever forget.)
A few days after that, they take the bandages off Tommy's head and reveal his eye— just a socket now. Trying to make the best of the situation, Tommy cracks a smile and looks at Michael: "Looks like we're matching, Big M,"
Surprisingly, the creeper explosion didn't set Tommy back in progress. In fact, a little bit of the old Tommy was coming back to him after the experience. He started venturing out more, though not without armor anymore. He also finally moved out of that cruddy dirt shack and moved into Snowchester.
Tommy wore an eyepatch most of the time nowadays, not wanting people to stare at his socket. He only took it off around people he felt safe around. Those being Puffy, Tubbo, Ranboo, and Michael. He still got the odd looks at the eyepatch from people who didn't know, but those that did never commented on it.
With the mansion nearly complete, Ranboo decided that he wanted to move some of his stuff in. While he still lived in his cabin by Techno, he also wanted to stay with Tubbo and Michael. So the compromise was that he'd live in both homes. With that settled, Tommy promised to help Ranboo move some of his things over.
Now, this was the first time since right before the "final confrontation" with Dream that he's seen Techno and Phil. Of course, they'd heard he was locked in the prison, and there was a rumor going around that he died, but neither realy knew what he went through.
So of course Techno starts a fight with Tommy about being on his property.
Of course Tommy's stubbornness gets the best of him and he immediately starts arguing back. Ranboo watches the train wreck that is Techno and Tommy's relationship. Phil stands behind Techno, only jumping in to agree with his friend.
"And whats even with the eyepatch? It looks so stupid!"
Snarling, Tommy clenches his fists. "You wanna know whats with the eyepatch? Fine." He rips it off to reveal the rotting socket. It was about time for the weekly checkup anyways, but he wanted to help Ranboo first.
Shocked silence falls over the two anarchists, and Tommy feels a sense of satisfaction.
"...I– Tommy?" Phil was at a loss for words.
"It turns out being revived from the dead isn't all sunshine and flowers. But, I guess neither is being beat to death by your abuser either, innit."
They were already carrying everything that Ranboo wanted to take with him, do with that, Tommy starts to head back for the nether portal.
Suddenly pulled from his shock, Techno reaches for Tommy, wanting– no, needing an explanation. The voices in his head were all confused on how to feel, and he felt much the same. "Theseus–"
Ranboo grabs Techno's wrist before he could touch Tommy. Ranboo, who had talked about having the backbone of a chocolate eclair, had a look in his eyes. Something dangerous and protective that made Techno back off. "Do not touch him." Ranboo had hissed before realizing what he did and getting flustered. "He, uh– he doesn't like being touch..." Ranboo mumbles before hurrying after Tommy.
Techno and Phil are left to wonder what happened to a boy once so full of life. The thought that they were partially of fault for this weighed heavy on them.
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I didn't really go back and proof read this, it was mostly just a single stream of consciousness over the past couple hours of writing.
For the whole zombie A.U thing, maybe Tommy has really corroded skin in some places like his shoulder or his legs. Sometimes a bit of muscle or bone is showing, and it freaks him out a ton (for obvious reasons) Michael notices this and starts gathering flowers. Whenever it gets deep enough that bone shows, Michael tucks flowers in the corroded areas to cover it up. (Sorry if I sent this wrong lol)
Ooo, I like this idea! Okay, let's see what I can do~
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Flowers For You!
For the most part, Tommy still looked human. He just also looked like shit with the scars on his face, his pale skin, and the bags under his eyes– or rather, eye. His right eye was just a socket, and he often wore an eyepatch over it to obscure the gruesome sight.
After his revival, he's more zombie like than human, and the rotting flesh on his body is more than enough proof. Tommy carries around potions of harming to heal any injuries he may get, but sometimes his body just naturally starts to corrode and rot away in some places. Typically, it happened in places with scars, which Tommy already tended to hide under clothes.
Today, he had a hole in his shoulder, the flesh and muscle had been eaten away down to the bone. Of course, Tommy had gagged when he saw it and quickly thrown a big jacket on to hide it. The jacket was one that Tubbo had made for him since he started staying in Snowchester. Although Tommy didn't really feel the cold anymore, Tubbo had thoughtfully thrown it at him.
"Just take it, big man! Who knows when it'll come in handy!"
Speaking of Tubbo, he had asked Tommy to look after Michael today, maybe take him out of the mansion to get some fresh air and play. So, Tommy did exactly that.
He took Michael to a pretty safe field where a lot of flowers grew. It was time to pass on the the knowledge of flower crowns to the next generation. He remembers when Wilbur had passed that knowledge onto Tubbo and him, so it was only fair as the big brother figure to pass it onto Michael.
At one point, Michael got a shit ton of energy and started practically vibrating in place.
Laughing, Tommy had told him to run around, "Just stay in my sight, got that, Big Man?"
Michael had nodded, and ran off to the far side of the field, squealing happily. Tommy made sure to watch him from the corner of his eye, but overall he trusts the kid. Of course, Tommy continues on crafting Michael's flower crown, having picked out purple and yellow flowers to represent his dads. It's tough to braid the delicate flowers together when his fingers are stiff and dead from the lack of blood flow. His heart still pumped, but it was slower now. When Tubbo had originally hovered around Tommy around the time when he'd first left the prison, he was rudely awakened from a nap by a screaming Tubbo. Apparantly his heart had practically stopped beating.
Tommy wasn't a very patient person, but he was learning to get better, Puffy had taught him sone breathing exercises in their last therapy appointment.
When the crown was finally done, Tommy calls the Piglin back over. Michael runs over was a handful of picked flowers and wags his tail happily as Tommy plops the accessory on his head.
Then Michael started pointing at his shoulder... the one with the rotted hole. Michael was much more observant than he let on– taking after Tubbo.
"You don't wanna see that, M," Tommy grimaces. "It's not very pleasant,,"
Still Michael persists, tugging on the coat. Finally Tommy gives in and removes the jacket. His poor red and white shirt was torn to bits from all the abuse its suffered with him. And in a tear on his shoulder, the corroded flesh peaked out. Tommy grinaces at the wound, pushing it to the back of his mind to deal with in his next therapy session.
Clambering up into Tommy's lap, Michael sticks the short stems into the hole. A shiver rubs down Tommy's spine at the sensation – it didn't hurt but its not like it was pleasant either. But after it was done, Michael leans back and grins up at Tommy. Tommy needed to brush up on the Piglin language, but he's pretty sure Michael ends up happily snorting out the word "Pretty!"
Looking down, he finds that all the red and pink flowers from Michael's hooves were now hiding the gaping hole in his shoulder... and he did have to agree that the flowers looked good on him..
Smiling, Tommy pats Michael on the head and praises: "Thank you, Big Man, it looks good."
Its later when the return to the mansion, Michael holding flower crowns for his dads, and Tommy holding said child, that he's scolded by Tubbo for not telling him about the rot.
For the zombieinnit thing what about different people finding out how fragile Tommy is
The 5 Times Tommy Gets Hurt
(+1 he gets protected)
1 - Jack Manifold
He had a brief interaction with Manifold on the day he left the prison, but he was still reeling and not truly listening to anything Jack said. That day was more of a blur than anything.
But now here he was, wanting Jack to stop rebranding the hotel. It was only a couple weeks since the last time he'd seen the other, but by now he's made more strides in recovering. Nobody but Puffy, Sam, Tubbo, Ranboo, and Michael knew about his zombie status yet.
Currently Jack Manifold and him were locked in a glaring content, both of his eyes locked onto the other's heterochromic eyes.
"Look, Jack, you can keep managing it and everything, but I really need you to remember that it's my property. Not yours, you arse."
Apparantly not liking that answer, Jack sneers and shoves Tommy. Freezing up in fear, Tommy doesn't even trying to defend himself from the attack. He loses his balance and falls to the ground, skull hitting the floor with a sickening crack. Regret flairs through Jack's veins as he immediately drops to his knees to check over the kid. Tommy's eyes are glazed over as he stares blankly up. His mind is replaying the moment he died over and over again, when his skull was slammed into the obsidian floor. Back in the present, Jack calls Sam Nook for help, the robot had been standing outside the hotel as per usual. He didn't actually want Tommy dead... again,,
When the robot had started helping Tommy, the kid's new... symptoms having been recorded into It's database, Jack had nearly puked. The back of Tommy's head, where he had hit the ground, looked rotted, and... ew was that Tommy's brain??? How was the kid still awake!?
He watches in shock as Sam Nook pours a potion of harming onto Tommy's injury, nearly jumping in to stop the robot, before watching with widened eyes as the wound healed...
"YOU WILL SPEAK NOTHING OF THIS JACK MANIFOLD."
Jack had nodded silently and fled the scene. There was so much to process...
2 - Sapnap
Sapnap and Tommy have always had a... complicated relationship. Sometimes they got along, and other times they were against each other. But since Dream had cut all attachments, Tommy had shown sympathy and reached out an olive branch to the other, and Sapnap had taken it. They still don't always get along perfectly, but its back to how it used to be... playful teasing and pranks!
But since the kid had left the prison, he's been... quieter. Seeing Tommy so quiet felt wrong.
In fact, he rarely saw the kid nowadays.
Having been looking for an excuse to see the teen, Sapnap had found the perfect thing. By a river, he'd found a rock that, if you squinted, it was shaped like a dick. Surely Tommy would get a kick out of this!
Approaching the dirt shack, gift in his pocket, Sapnap had a slight skip in step. He knocks on the door and called out for the boy.
"Tooommmyy! Are you home?"
A crash inside the home was worrying, but a quiet groan of pain set off alarm bells. Without another thought, Sapnap tries the doorknob— surprisingly the door was unlocked. Did this kid want to be stolen from??? Shaking off the stray thoughts, once again focused on the task at hand, he opens the door and enters. A light on downstairs leads Sapnap into a storage room with Tommy sitting curled up in the corner.
A rancid smell hits his nostrils and he scrunches his nose. An odor that was familiar to the awful smell of meat having gone bad.
Walking up to the teen, Tommy stared back at him with large, scared eyes. He was cradling his hand close to his chest, hiding it from view. And now that he was closer, something in the back of his mind registered that the smell was coming from the kid.
"Hey Tommy," Sapnap's voice took on a softness usually reserved for his close friends and his fiances. "Wanna tell me what happened so I can help?"
After a moment of Tommy examining his facial expression, he must've realize Sapnap meant no harm, and hesitantly holds his hand out. What Sapnap sees makes him want to vomit. Across Tommy's palm was a huge cut, but it was green and purple... the muscles torn and bone glimpseable .
Frowning, Sapnap mumbles: "Oh, kid... Here, I have a regen pot on me–"
"NO" Tommy's panicked shout cuts him off mid-sentence. "I– I mean," the kid gets quiet and nervous. "Use the one from my chest...: He shakily points towards the single chest across the room with his good hand.
Shaking off the shock, Sapnal roots through the chest and pulls out a bottle ful of a sickly potion... upon realizing what kind of potion it was, the cogs in his head turn. Rancid smell, rotted wound, potion of harming... Tommy was undead.
Sapnap scoots back over to Tommy, gently taking hold of the kid's wrist as to avoid spilling the potion on himself, and pours a generous amount of the viscous liquid onto Tommy's injury. The kid winces, but neither miss the twin looks of relief on their faces as the wound knits itself closed.
Seeing that Tommy was still clearly in a bad mental space, he remember the gift in his pocket. Pulling it out and handing it to the other, Sapnap smiles as he simy says: "I got you a dick rock."
Tommy's surprised, burst laugh was like music to his ears.
3 - Ghostbur
Ghostbur didn't understand what Tommy meant when he said he'd died. Tommy couldn't die, right...? No, his little brother was a survivor!
There was no way he had talked to Alivebur... but that look in Tommy's eyes... there was no way to fake that.
All the evidence kept piling up, and though he forgot some of it, some things never left his mind anymore. The way Tommy would get scared of taking damage, the way touch repulsed him... Tommy was also a lot quieter nowadays.
It was a nice day in Snowchester when it Ghostbur was confronted with the awful truth.
He had been visiting the small community when he spotted Tommy huddled up inside Tubbo's house. Obviously, he wondered why his little brother wasn't outside playing in the snow, so he goes to investigate.
"Tommy!" His raspy voice calls out cheerfully upon entering the cozy home. "Tommy what are you doing inside?"
He misses the way Tommy flinches, the terrified look in the youngest's eyes. Maybe Wilbur would've spotted it immediately, but Ghostbur wasn't him. He only saw the forced smile that covered it up, mistaking it for genuine happiness.
Tommy opens his mouth to respond, but he hesitated too long. Ghostbur was already talking again, excitedly bouncing in place. "I saw the snow outside and I remember how we used to have snowball fights when you were itty bitty, and it must've been a long time ago because now you're all tall and gangly! So I was thinking to myself, 'hmm, Tommy had been so sad lately! You know what would cheer him up? A snowball fight!' Except I can't touch the snow or else I'll melt so I thought we could go find Tubbo to play with!" It was a good thing Ghostbur didn't need to breathe anymore, because that whole rant would've taken a lot of air. Before Tommy could even finish processing all of that, Ghostbur grabs his wrist and starts tugging.
The unexpected contact send Tommy reeling, memories of a time when Wilbur would drag Tommy by the wrist, grip tight and unrelenting as the kid kicked and screamed. Times in the dark, cold ravine where nobody else could hear him plead for help. That morphed into when Dream started to doing the same thing during exile. Dream and Wilbur were interchangeable, their voices of anger and disappointment morphing into one. Adrenaline kicking in, Tommy starts shouting out for help, thrashing in Ghostbur's loose grip and causing the ghost to let go in surprise.
Luckily, Ranboo was close by and appeared inside the house. His teleportation ability kicking in without him realizing. He's quick to Tommy's side as the ghost watches on in horror. Quiet, comforting vwoops leave Ranboo's chest, and Tommy unconsciously curls closer to the source of familiar comfort. Once the majority of the panic was over, Tommy looks at Ranboo, eyes locked onto his tie. "Ra' boo?" The youngest slurs out tiredly.
"Hey, Tommy, you're safe. You're in Snowchester, with Tubbo and me."
Tommy simply nodded and closed his eyes, slumping over. The air is still for a moment, a tense quiet fills the walls of the house.
"Is... is he okay...?" Ghostbur finally speaks up.
"Honestly? Not really..." Ranboo answers, turning to look at the ghost, but never quite making eye-contact. "But he'll be better when he wakes up. Panic attacks are exhausting, especially for him nowadays.."
When Ranboo picks Tommy up, the red and white shirt rides up on his side a little, giving Ghostbur a good look at a nasty wound. Flesh eaten away to reveal the muscle underneath. Already feeling himself forgetting, Ghostbur watches the two teens leave the room.
4 - Philza
It had been awhile since he'd seen Tommy. Last time had been when he'd shown up to help Ranboo move. After the eyepatch incident, the base had been wrapped in a tense silence. Ranboo left for a few days afterwards, though Techno and Phil couldn't blame him. He did come back, but nobody spoke of what happened.
So, Phil hadn't been ready to run into Tommy in the Nether. He had just been on his way towards the larger SMP when he saw the kid sitting on a path, legs dangling off the side as he stared into the lava below. That sight set off so many alarm bells, and it took everything in Phil not to yank the kid back from the edge.
"What are you doing out here, mate?" Phil calls out, wings ruffling nervously on his back. He kept his voice and expression calm.
Tommy flinches, but his posture quickly relaxes again as he turns to look at Phil, his empty socket uncovered. Phil has to force himself to not stare at it. "Oh, its you." There was an apathetic tone to Tommy's voice that rubbed him wrong. Tommy was one of the most expressive people he'd ever met, and to hear him so emotionless...
Contrary to popular belief, he was not Tommy's dad. He hadn't even met the kid until his son, Wilbur, had gotten attached. But that Tommy was very different from the one he's looking at now. What had caused this change?
"You just gonna keep fucking staring at me like I'm some circus freak, or are you gonna sit down already?" Tommy pulls Phil out of his thoughts, causing the man to blink in confusion. He accepts the offer before the teen catching his mind— sitting cross-legged on the path beside Tommy, but not too close. They sit in silence for a bit, listening to the songs of the Nether. Piglins and Zombie Piglins oink and snort, there's a distant cry of a Ghast, and even the lava is bubbling to its own tune. Every now and then, Phil catches himself staring at Tommy, forcing himself to look elsewhere when he does. Tommy catches on, "I know I'm handsome and all, but staring is considered rude, bitch. Thought someone as old as you would know that," there's a hint of teasing in his tone.
Embarrassment floods his veins, causing Phil's wings to poof a bit, but he could blame it on the heat. "Erm– Sorry, mate... just caught up in my own head, I guess,"
Tommy rolls his eye and makes direct eye-contact with Phil. "I don't want your pity. I don't care for your thoughts. If you have questions, ask them now, cause you might never get another opportunity."
Phil swallows heavily and looks away. A lot of questions raced through his mind, but only one stuck:
"Did you talk to Wilbur?"
The teen grimaced, and that was an answer all in itself. "Yeah, asshole talked about solitare for months straight, would not shut up about the stupid game."
Oh... that hadn't been the answer he was expecting.
"And then continued to want to destroy the entirety of the SMP. He's acting crazier than before, but I guess I would too if I sat in a void for nine years too."
He remembers reading something about the time difference between death and life... back when he was still researching revival. Moving on from his question about Wilbur, he then asks: "How have you been doing?"
Tommy simply shrugs. "Usually? I'm either knee deep in flashbacks, or I'm aware enough to stumble about. Today? Can't feel a thing– 'm hollow. That's why I don't care about the questions,, I literally can't."
His heart breaks as he listens to Tommy's words, here is a kid so beat down and ruined by the world. To the point where he's gone numb. Not sure what else to do, Phil pulls Tommy into a hug, wrapping his wings around them. "I'm sorry."
Still for just a moment, Tommy slowly leans into the embrace, "Yeah.. me too."
5 - Puffy
Captain Puffy prides herself on being there for her friends. For trying for those she loves. Learning that she didn't try hard enough for Tommy left her broken.
And then, by some miracle, he was back. But... not as he was. In fact, the trauma he's lived (and died) through seems to have shut the once lively boy down.
She finds him hesitating outside her therapy office, or therapuffy as she calls it, fiddling with his torn and bloodied shirt. She mentally noted that he needs a new wardrobe.
"Hey, Tommy! What's up, my dude?" She keeps her voice soft and upbeat, not wanting to scare him away. "Did you need something?"
She internally frowns at the way he shies away from her, even though she's not anywhere near enough to initiate contact. Even stranger is how he doesn't fully turn to face her, half his face obscured from view. Still, she doesn't show she noticed it, and continues to smile warmly. Here was a duckling who was afraid of opening back up, but desperately in need of that love and affirmation he deserves. But she has to wait for him to come to her.
Realizing that maybe he wouldn't start anything on his own, she starts up the conversation. "Did you hear about the latest prank on Bad?" She asks. When Tommy shakes his head, the corner of her lip quirks up in amusement as she continues. "Somebody put a bunch of swear words all over his house!" That gets a chuckle out of Tommy.
They sit in silence after that, though its not awkward. It feels more like Tommy is internally debating on what to say, and Puffy didn't want to distract him. After a minute, with his voice uncharacteristically quiet, he asks: "Do you have any potions...?"
"Yeah! I've got some in storage," She hums. "Do you wanna come with me to get some?"
He hesitantly nods before turning his body to fully face her. That's when she saw it. His cheek in the left side of his face was rotted away, revealing teeth and gums. Nausea twisted in her gut, but still somehow remains calm. Instead of even referencing the gruesome sight, she simply smiles and holds out her hand. Seeming to get the message, Tommy places his hand in hers. She leads him down to where she kept most of her stuff, and sits him down on a spare surface– the place being an empty chest just sitting out.
"What kind of potion you need?" She asks, not wanting to assume and end up messing up.
"...Harming,"
Humming, Puffy digs around for a minute before successfully retrieving a potion of harming. It was a drinking one, surprisingly enough. Usually she just turned all of those into splash pots. Pulling on a pair of gloves and dousing a spare rag in the viscous liquid. Carefully holding up the soaked rag to his face, she hovers just above the rotting flesh and asks: "May I?"
Tommy nods and she presses the cloth to his cheek. She can feel the flesh knit itself back together under the cloth. Once she was sure it was healed, she hands whats left of the potion over for Tommy to drink. That'll fix up any internal damages he was possibly dealing with.
He grimaces as he accepts the bottle, "It always tastes like that shit nasty medicine i took as a kid.." he grumbles before throwing his head back to gulp the potion down as quickly as possible. Her inner pirate from days long gone idly thinks that Tommy would he good at putting down shots.
He soon leaves after that, not a word from either of them. Puffy silently promises to look out for the kid.
+1 - Techno
Tommy was being chased down by Bad and Ant again... though they were quickly gaining on him. Since coming back from the dead, Tommy's had very poor stamina, and he's not sure if its a zombie thing or him being very unhealthy thing. Being skin and bones, unhealthy underweight, would definitely affect him,, but he just couldn't seem to put any of the weight back on now.
The Egg cult must've been especially focused on him, bevause they were still chasing him, and Tommy was stumbling through a snow biome... Deja vu much?
Panting, Tommy can only hear the blood rushing in his ears, his heavy breathing, and the crunching of snow.
There's a light in the distance, though! And a very familiar cabin. Alarms blared in his head, his traitorous brain reminding him that he wasn't welcome here anymore. He didn't have much time to think, though, because his foot gets stuck in a snowdrift, causing him to collapse into the cold, frozen ground. The snow cushions his fall, though he definitely feels his foot pop off from his ankle.
"Well well well, looks like its the end of the road, Tommyinnit... again." Bad mocks in a chilling voice– it was a hollow sort of joy, a mimic of how warm Bad's voice used to be. He watches as Ant picks up the detached foot, frozen still with fear. "Any last words, Tommy?"
He squeezes his eyes shut, waiting for his swift end... knowing that Bad was lifting up an axe to swing. Only for it to never come. Instead a clank of metal on metal, and a familiar monotone voice.
"You see, I can't let you do that. You're all on my land, and I'd hate for the snow to stain red."
Peaking open an eye, he's in awe of the sight before him. Technoblade was standing in front of him, his axe having blocked the strike. Bad and Ant look at each other, nod, and back off. It was obvious that going against The Blade was a losing battle. Ant drops the foot into the snow as the two retreat.
Techno puts away his weapon and crouches down to pick up the foot. "What are you doing here, Theseus?" Techno didn't turn towards him.
"Give it back." Tommy ignores the question, putting up his wall. "That's mine, you arse."
"What do you mean its yours? Whose foot is this anyways–" Techno's words cut off as he turns to face Tommy, finally taking in the kid's appearance.
Tommy wasn't wearing his eyepatch, but thats not what caught his attention. It was the lack of a foot attached to his body. Quickly realizing why Tommy was demanding back the foot, he hands it over to the kid, watching in morbid fascination as he pops it right back onto his leg and rolling his ankle. The voices were all screaming different things,and he couldn't make sense of what they were saying.
"So... uh, the weird egg people were chasing you?"
Techno sucked at small talk, but he honestly didn't know what to say as Tommy stood up and brushed the snow off himself. "I'm immune and shit— well I was before the uh, prison visit. But I think I'm still immune."
"Ah,"
...
"Uh, I'm gonna go back home.." Tommy points towards the Nether Portal. "Thank you for saving me, or whatever.."
"Yeah.. yeah,"
...
"I'm just... gonna go."
Techno watches as Tommy starts to head off, slowly crunching through the snow.
He didn't know what terms he was on with the kid, but it didn't seem nearly as hostile as before. It probably wouldn't hurt anything if he started to watch out for Tommy from the shadows..
[Masterpost]
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Okay its done, I've been working on this for ages! I also didn't go back and read it, and most of this was written while I was exhausted, so there's that
wouldnt rot start to cause limbs to be weakly attached? like pull hard enough and a limb falls off? ,IDK I just like angst (zombinnit au)
I don’t really have a story for this one, well not a traditional one.
Rather, I wanna walk through my thought process:
Taking into account that normal undead mobs in Minecraft don’t have limbs falling off, and aren’t usually depicted like that in fics, I imagine that they’re held together with magic. I mean, the fact that skeletons can even shoot arrows and hold bows, let alone walk around without the flesh bags that hold us together, just seems like magic.
And Tommy as revived with magic.
Thus, the reason why Tommy can actually exist as he can, despite the constant rot, is magic.
But, we can still use this prompt.
The first time that a limb falls off would be his foot. He had gotten stuck in a pothole on the prime path and pulled really hard. Of course, with his eaten away muscles and flaky flesh, the ankle separates from his leg at the joint. Tommy had screamed bloody murder, panicked over the situation. Luckily, Foolish was nearby and rushed over to help. He took one look as Tommy and immediately jumped into calming the teen. Once Tommy was no longer screaming, and more focused on the other, Foolish had pulled the foot from the hole, held it up to the leg, and *pop* it stuck back together like two magnets. Tommy had experimentally rolled his ankle and wiggled his toes in his shoe. It was like nothing had happened in the first place.
“It’s an undead thing” Foolish had simply shrugged. “You guys are held together by magic instead of flesh, which means falling apart is pretty normal.”
The next time something pops off, he was much calmer. Tubbo had been dragging him someplace, hand in hand and laughing.
“Slow down, Big Man!” Tommy had panted out- he wasn’t as energetic as he used to be.
Tubbo had simply laughed, looking back at Tommy with shining eyes and a large grin. “Just a little longer, Tom! We’re almost there!” With Tubbo looking back at Tommy instead of forward, he ended up tripping and sending them both tumbling to the ground. Luckily the snow had softened their fall. When Tubbo shook off the snow from his head, he laughed and gave Tommy’s hand, which was still linked with his, a squeeze. “You alright, Big Man?”
“Yeah... but I’m gonna need that back,” Tommy had called back.
Scrunching his face up in confusion, Tubbo looks over to where Tommy was laying on the ground... if Tommy as over there, then whose hand was he holding?
Let’s just say that the resounding scream could be heard for miles.
A quick explanation later, Tommy demonstrates that there was no harm done. He just pops the arm back into his socket and gives a test wave. After the shock, curiosity is quick to take hold of Tubbo. Both teens realize the amazing prank opportunities that this new situation brought...
Poor Ranboo never expected the hand in the cabinets. Nor did he expect it to leap at him and grab hold of his face. Tommy and Tubbo hadn’t laughed that hard in a long time, and it was definitely worth the extra chores they were forced to do later.
As much as I love angst, I feel like this idea works better with lighthearted and silly stories.
Basically, the plot is that Tommy was revived in the prison, but his mental state isn't the only fragile thing anymore. His body is basically zombified, making him really fragile.
Its also lowkey a glorified Tommy and Michael series, that includes Ranboo and Tubbo looking out for him, mixed with some good ol' angst :)
(More or Less all are oneshots, though the continuity follows the original post)
Links with an * after them mean that they have events that are canon to the storyline and have something in them that has or will take place in the plot. The ones without are either oneshots taking place in the same universe or me discussing interesting ideas that don't really make the cut
