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Tommy was currently sweeping the floors close to the dining room. He also heard the joyful laughs of the royal family down the hall while he silently wished for some food. Tommy was also getting bored and wanted to change out of the tight black uniform. He sighed.

'Why does the royal family need to have a tremendous amount of unused space if they won't even use it for most of their lives,'  Tommy started working at the castle around six months ago as he needed a way to get extra coins and also maybe to snag in some free food.

Tommy started to make his way closer to the dining table as he finished sweeping the other section. 

'Nothing interesting ever happens around here,' Tommy thought whining internally.

Well, he just jinxed it, as some random intruder broke through the window with a sword in hand.

King Philza stood up calmly while spreading his wings out as the two princes just watched behind. The king pulled out his sword from its holster and got in a ready stance. He looked relatively calm and a bit annoyed as he spoke.

"Dream, what do I owe the pleasure this fine evening?" Philza said faking a smile. Dream grinned under the mask, pulling his hood down.

"Well no point trying to hide my identity," His light brown hair swaying as shook his head. "But I think you know exactly what I want," King Philza only rolled his eyes and scoffed.

"Well, it's not like I'd ever give it to you, you know I would never give to someone like you, and considering the fact that you failed every time trying to get it,"

Behind the scenes, Tommy was bored out of his mind so he silently stalked closer to Dream raising a broomstick, and he brought it down hitting Dream right on the center of his head.

"Yeah, that's what you get green Teletubby you fucking bitch!" Tommy said he kept on smacking the stick over and over again. He then proceeded to kick the masked man pushing him all the way to where the royal family just watched not knowing what to say. Wilbur gaped staring down at the now unconscious man.

Tommy went back to sweeping the floors as he ignored the stares of the family trio. He then realized what he had just done.

'Wait did the king said 'Dream', as in Dream the largest threat to the kingdom? Am I gonna be fired?'  Tommy hoped not.

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Tommy finished up sweeping and went to do laundry. Within a few hours, he could admit that somebody was watching him. Tommy always felt a chill every time he went somewhere, so he did what any normal person would do.

Throw a broomstick at them.

It was a coordinated throw with precision. Tommy turned around facing whoever has been following him.

"Owwwwwww," The person whined.

'That voice sounds oddly familiar......' Tommy walked over to where he threw the broomstick as he realized. Oh Fuck

"Prince Wilbur?!" Tommy stilled trying to process what he had just done.

'Primes, if I wasn't gonna fired earlier then I definitely am now,' 

"Pffffttt," A voice said. Tommy looked up as he saw The Blade laughing at Wilbur.

"I am so sorry!" Tommy looked at The Blade.

"Nah, it's Wilbur's fault for being noticed while trying to stalk someone," 

"Technoooo!" Wilbur whined. "The instructors already said that I'd be good enough in battle or whatever," Wilbur stands up holding his arm. It was probably gonna bruise later. Primes.

Wilbur turned back facing Tommy making eye contact.

"Anyways, you're the dude that smacked Dream with a broomstick right?" Tommy tensed as he started screaming profanities internally.

"Yep! T-That's me," Tommy put up a strained smile.

Wilbur just smiled making Tommy more nervous.

"How'd, you sneak up on him without him noticing? And how did you notice me following you, none of the other workers ever notice me," He said smiling widely.

"I... I trained alone?" I mean it wasn't a lie but it wasn't it wasn't the truth either.

"Is that a statement or question?" Technoblade raised his eyebrows staring at Tommy. Shit.

"A statement...?" Fuck, I've fucked up.

"Yeah... I think I'll go know..." Tommy started walking backward with finger guns until he abruptly started sprinting away.

"Hey! You didn't answer my question!" Technoblade started running after him with Wilbur following behind.

Oh, Fuck.

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It had been two weeks since the 'Incident' and the royal princes would not stop pestering him. Whether it be because they're bored or they just like to see Tommy suffer. Today was like any other day until it wasn't.

"The king wants what?" Tommy was very worried. If he got fired, he's screwed!

"He said he wanted to talk to you," Tommy zoned out for a second listening to anything but Wilbur.

PANIC!

Just go in there, cause even if you get fired we're still rich,

Let's hit him with a broomstick!

SCATTER!

Suck it up

Pretend you're sick or something!

Kill someone!

Play dead! :)

Murder?

Clean everything quickly!

Just go already!

Ok, the voices weren't helping. 

Before Tommy could react a hand bonked his head.

"OW!" Tommy started rubbing his head hissing at Wilbur.

"What was that for?!" Wilbur rolled his eyes.

"Just got to my dad already," Oh right. OH RIGHT!

Tommy started running to his left towards the king's office. He then knocked on the door and made the most proper posture he could think of.

"Come in," It was faint, but Tommy could hear it. A pool of dread was already starting to form as he walked in and bowed his head slightly.

"So, uh, why am I here...?"  King Philza places a stack of papers to the side placing his hands on the desk.

"I wanted to talk about your current job," Well he is definitely screwed. 

"Why me specifically...?" The king smiled with a fond look in his eyes.

"Wil would talk about you all the time and I took interest I guess,"

'Wil? Does he mean Wilbur? Wilbur would talk about me? Wait, Wilbur talked about me?!' 

"So back to your current job," Panic!

"You're promoted,"

There was a slow silence as Tommy let the new information sink in.

"Wait, WHAT?!"

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Tommy sulked out of the office, 'cause apparently, he now works as a personal butler. Like it's great and all, he gets more money, but that means ten times more work than before.

Good news though, he gets the day off!

Tommy was walking through the halls before running to Wilbur. Wilbur noticed his presence turning his head.

"Oh, hey Tommy!" 

"Fuck off," But instead of leaving him alone he simply pats his head. Tommy stares at him.

"Wilby I-" Tommy shut his mouth regretting his life choices.

"Did you just call me Wilby?" A faint blush crept up his face showing a tint of pink.

"No, I-"

"Did you just fucking call me Wilby?" Wilbur smiled pulling him into a hug. Tommy couldn't help melt into the hug, the places he was touched burned him.

"Awww, Tommy," Wilbur smiled brightly.

"You can call me Wilby if you want," 

The hug lasted for about a minute before Tommy pulled out still with a faint pink dusted on his cheeks.

"I'm gonna go home now," Wilbur faked a whine and tried to grab the blonde into a hug again but Tommy had other thoughts.

"Not today, bitch!" Tommy sprinted past Wilbur heading for the exit. Tommy ran for a good ten minutes before being able to see the forest.

Tommy lived in a small cottage a bit further out from the village. He chose to build it here for a bit more privacy. He went through the wooden door and went straight to the basement. At the bottom were chests, a cauldron, a brewing stand, and a crafting table.

Tommy walked over to the brewing stand taking out the potions he had made in the morning. He held them carefully walking to one of the chests and placed them in. He went through another chest and took out a bag of golden nuggets, iron nuggets, and emeralds.

He climbed back up the ladder and made his way to the village. It was a busy day with people putting up decorations. The festival was coming up for the king's twenty-first anniversary of defeating the ender dragon. Tommy walked over to a food stand getting ready to buy some food.

"Hey, Niki!" The pink-haired woman's head turned to Tommy as she smiled.

"Hey, Tommy, here to get my pastries again?" Tommy nodded taking out seven golden nuggets.

"Here you go!" Niki gave Tommy a box of two apricot bread in a mini pie shape while Tommy gave Niki the seven golden nuggets. 

"Bye Niki," Tommy said with a smile. 

Tommy held the box passing many shops and alleyways. He kept walking until a bright color caught his eye. He turned his head staring down at the alleyway floor seeing a man unconscious with blood seeping out his side. Tommy ran over and carried him back to his home laying the man on the couch.

'Ok, so he has a stab wound on the right side of his body and a fractured wrist,'

Tommy took off his purple hoodie and lifted his shirt cleaning the wound. He wrapped a bandage around and went to get a potion of regeneration. Tommy opened his mouth pouring the contents of the glass container. The man gagged at the taste. 

Tommy stood up, grabbed the hoodie, and started to scrub the blood out. It took about thirty minutes to get all the blood out. Tommy stood up and started reading waiting for the man to wake up.

He read for about another thirty minutes before he heard a small groan from the man.

'Finally,' 

"The hell..." Their voice slurred a bit as he sat up checking his surroundings.

"Hey, you should lay down if you wanna heal quicker," His head shot towards where Tommy was standing.

"Who the hell are you?!" He eyed Tommy looking around for escape routes.

"Your savior, Tommy," The blonde said. "Who are you? "

The man stared for a bit hesitating whether to tell Tommy or not.

"I'm Gr- Purpled..." 

"Yeah ok. Anyways I'm 'ma go get something," Tommy went down to get another regeneration potion and gave it to Purpled. There was an awkward silence before Purpled started talking.

"So, why am I here," Tommy rolled his eyes.

"Well it was either you die from blood loss or live," Purpled scoffed, turning his head.

"Can I go now?"

"Nope," Purpled lied down again staring at the ceiling.

"Fine,"

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