Chapter Text
Tommy's POV
Tommy truly didn't believe that he would ever even attempt to be "friends" with Technoblade ever again. But here he was, hiding under The Blade's basement. It's not like he was here to make friends, not at all, because Tommy Simons Innit is a big man. And big men don't need anyone. But Tommy had also been alone for six months straight. He had no where to go. His instincts scream at him to go to Phil, to go to his father, but the man lives in L'Manberg. The very place Tommy is actively staying the hell away from. But that was the same man that had left Wilbur and Tommy to raise themselves, the same man that took his adopted son and ran a fucking kingdom with him before abandoning it. Just about like every other responsibility in his life, which is very long, he is a god after all. Angel of Death, villages screamed and shouted, give mercy, they begged. The Angel sometimes granted mercy to the innocent, but to the scum and rats, meeting the Angel of Death screamed suicide mission. Matter of fact, the Angel of Death was the very reason Tommy felt the need to change his last name from Craft to Innit. It covered his tracks, his stench. He was also the reason Wilbur changed his last name to Soot. It was more of an alias so no one grew suspicious for the brothers. But if they openly said they were brothers, Tommy would immediately say his last name was also Soot.
Tommy snapped out of his spaced out trance when he heard something fall. He looked over to the table next to him before looking at the ground where his knife lay. Tommy carefully reached down to grab it and placed it back down on the table before continuing to wrap his leg up with bandages. He had wrapped himself up hapharzardly after- Logstedshire. Tommy swore to himself that he didn't want to admit what happened there. Because if he did then that would be him admitting that he wasn't man enough to stand up for himself. To stand up against his friend- No. Not friend. Dream is not my fucking friend. Never was. Right? Tommy scolded himself. He carefully stood up but pain flared in his right ankle as he quickly sat back down. Tommy reached down to get a better look at it but he heard something. There was a loud boom outside of the small cabin. Tommy's eyes widened as he stood up and limped to the ladder. He looked up to see if anything was there. All he saw was the stone covering the entrance, all he could hear was an arrow or two being shot before a noise that sounded like bones clacking together.
Tommy gingerly climbed the ladder and listened again. He didn't hear anything this time. Tommy cautiously broke the stone and climbed out before slowly climbing up the next ladder. All he could hear was zombies and a spider or two being killed outside as he got to the top. He leaned against the door. At this point, all he could really hear was crunching of snow and Techno's horse huffing. Tommy carefully creaked the door open and was met practically face to face with the Technoblade. His adoptive brother. Tommy scrambled away and made it outside, just in front of the horse's stable. Techno eyed the boy confused, annoyed, angry, and strangely enough, Tommy swore he saw a sliver of worry in his eyes.
"What're you doing in my house Tommy?!" Techno demanded, taking a step towards the blonde. Tommy instantly backed away hurriedly.
"T-Technoblade! What a- a- pleasant surprise! What are you d-doing here?" Tommy asked. He knew the answer, he just supposed he wanted to delay the inevitable by annoying the man instead. Great idea.
"I live here! This is my house Tommy! What are you doin' here?! Aren't you supposed to be exiled or something?" Techno snapped in reply. As Techno looked at the younger, Tommy could almost say as a fact that the man was sizing him up. Techno looked at him with confused eyes, yet suddenly, when his eyes caught on the swollen ankle, the bandages, and most importantly, the angry cuts on Tommy's wrists, his expression softened.
"You are a bitch! You- you have all this shit and- and-" Techno noted the way Tommy limped through pain as he walked to Carl and pet him. "And- and, oh look, I'm Technoblade, I'm the favorite child! So favorite that my adoptive dad would- would-" Tommy began to quiet as he noticed Techno's lack of come backs. The blood god slowly began to walk to Tommy. "T-Techno?" Tommy stammered. Techno got a little closer and made it a point so that Tommy could see the pinkette gingerly grabbing his hands. Though Tommy honestly hadn't the slightest fucking clue of how he could see anything considering it was almost midnight. The blonde was fucking exhausted and hungry. To be honest, his original plan was to steal a bunch of Techno's shit and run, but he really only took the necessary things to cover his wounds, some steak and a golden apple or two. He really hadn't even eaten any of it anyways. Techno carefully lifted Tommy's hands away from the horse and held them. Techno sighed, defeated and exhausted.
"Come on." He beckoned. What? Tommy was confused. No! He was supposed to be mad! To yell at Tommy! And scream to tell him how annoyed he was with the boy. To begin fighting him, to begin attacking him, to begin hitting him, to begin beating him. It's not like he would fight it, he's too exhausted. He'd probably deserve it.
"W-what? Y-you aren't gonna attack me or s-something?" Tommy asked. Techno snorted lightly.
"That doesn't really matter right now. Unless you stole something really important." Techno said, eyeing the boy. Tommy looked slightly guilty.
"I-I mean I took some steak and a gapple or two." Tommy admitted. Well, that was- mostly the truth. Techno raised a brow.
"Nothing else?" He asked, suspicious of the boy. Damn, that kind of hurt, to know the older didn't trust the boy enough. Though he was right not to trust him not to steal.
"I- I also took some bandages. I- I don't exactly want to bleed out, thanks. Not really for me, you know?" Tommy admitted, lifting his arms and left leg up to show the terribly thrown on bandages. They were tangled and a mess and Tommy only just tossed them on. Normally the blonde was actually really good at first aid. He knows how to bandage things correctly, how to stitch wounds, how to handle concussions if he's in the middle of no where, et cetera. But when Tommy was bandaging himself up, he was fighting a panic attack down as the adrenaline of Logstedshire began to wear off. Techno sighed again but began to tug Tommy inside, much to the boy's dismay.
When they got inside, Techno brought Tommy to the main floor of the home and settled him down on the couch before telling Tommy to stay put and rushing off to the bathroom. He came back almost instantly with a medium sized box and sat it down as he gently began to unwrap the terrible bandages on Tommy's leg. As much as Tommy hated being babied like this, he didn't fight the man. He stayed put and tried to stay calm, even with the very terrifying and very much active anarchist bandaging him up.
"Why are you uhm- why are you d-doing this?" Tommy asked. Techno paused bandaging the wound on Tommy's leg and looked up to the blonde. The two matched eachother with the same questionable look as Techno finished up wrapping Tommy's leg. He then assessed the boy further as he landed on the boy's swollen ankle. He carefully laid a finger on it before Tommy hissed. Techno stood and walked into what Tommy assumed was the kitchen.
"Techno." Tommy pushed. The man still hadn't answered his question. And gods did it annoy the younger boy.
"You're my brother. Adoptive, but still my brother. And you're a fucking kid. As annoying as you are, you don't deserve any of- whatever happened." Techno called back. Tommy could hear some moving around in the other room as Techno grabbed something. Wait, a kid?!
"I'm not a fucking kid! I'm a man! A big man! And I'll fuckin' clart you if you ever say I am a child ever again!" Tommy yipped, his former ridiculous confidence coming back.
"Whatever you say child." Techno teased as he walked back in the room. He was holding something, a bag. "This is a bag of ice." Techno said enunciating each word. Tommy rolled his eyes.
"I know what a fucking bag of ice is, bitch. But what are you doing with it?" Tommy asked, now it was Techno's turn to roll his eyes.
"It's for your very swollen and probably sprained ankle." Techno said as he sat down on the couch next to the blonde. Tommy rolls his eyes as Techno motions for his leg. The younger lifts his legs up on the couch to allow Techno to place the ice bag on his ankle. It's freezing.
"Fuck, why is it so cold?!" Tommy yelped. Techno rolled his eyes again before reaching for Tommy's right arm. The blonde pulled away instantly.
"It came from a cold place child, now let me see your arm." Techno demanded as he reached for his arm again, and Tommy pulled away yet again.
"I'm not a fucking child!" Tommy yipped. Techno dropped his hands into his lap.
"Please let me see your arm." Techno asked. TommyInnit did not just hear Technoblade. Blood god. The Blade. Say please? What the-
"For fucks sake, let me see your goddamn arm Tommy."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"Yes."
"No, wait dammit!" Techno exclaimed. Tommy cackled to the god. "How and why did I fall for that shit." Techno asked himself. Probably because TommyInnit is too fucking smart for Technoblade's small, pea sized brain to handle. Oh wait, Tommy actually like that line. So he said it.
"Likely because I am TommyInnit, destroyer of men, stealer of wives and I am far too smart for Technoblade's tiny, itty bitty, pea sized brain to handle." Tommy insisted. Okay, so mayyybe he changed the sentence a tad but it's fineee. Techno wordlessly held his hand out in front of him with a resigned look on his face. Tommy rolled his eyes slightly before letting out an annoyed huff but placing his arm in the god's hands. It's not that Tommy trusted Techno, but as much as Tommy wanted to fight admitting it, he didn't know what he would have done had Techno reacted to him being here differently. If he had reacted badly. Attacked Tommy, yelled at Tommy, (more than he already did, and with hateful words that would not settle well in Tommy's mind. Tommy's mind that he had to admit, wasn't stable.) part of Tommy wondered if either of those reactions would hurt more or less than if Techno had smacked him and told him to get the fuck away from his home.
No. Tommy can't think about this. He can't. He just got out of exile, just got out of having to think about those things. Each day thinking maybe, maybe this will be the day Dream snaps and screams at Tommy and beats him to a bloody pulp. Not like he hadn't already done that. I mean, the fucker stabbed him twice in exile. Twice. The first time, Dream stabbed him just below his knee and left the knife in him. As bad as it sounded, Tommy was as grateful as he could be that Dream hadn't pulled the knife back out. Because whe Dream left and Tommy passed out, it was roughly mid-day. When Tommy woke up it was probably seven or eight in the afternoon. If Dream had pulled the knife out and left, Tommy would've bled out. Tommy would be dead right now. Just from one person not doing one thing. The second time he had stabbed him, Ghostbur wasn't there, he was visiting Phil and the latter said he wanted to visit Tommy, so the two made their way over. When they got there, Tommy had a knife wound in his side. He was unconscious, Ghostbur was worried, and Phil was pissed. He bandaged the blonde up and waited til he woke up to explain what happened. Phil had to leave three hours after Tommy woke up.
Tommy hated- despised that at any moment, doing one thing could fuck up his life. Or end it. It took almost half a day for Tommy to walk here, exhausted, malnourished, dehydrated, zoned out and injured. It was probably about 4 PM when... It all went down. And Tommy started walking. He wasn't entirely there when he actually arrived at Techno's base, but he assumed it was probably like two in the morning. He had stopped walked around ten PM or so to stop and attempt his hand at sleep. He found a small cave and settled in it before his anxiety took over and he began committing this horrible habit he has, it's called thinking. Overthinking to be precise which sank into a panic attack, which sank into dissociation. When Tommy came out of it, he was just barely lucid and by looking at the sky, Tommy could assume it was midnight, meaning he was dissociated for two hours straight with no one there to help. And he kept on walking.
" -ommy. Tommy?" A voice asked. Said? Tommy wasn't sure, it was too monotone and that was how he remembered that he was in Technoblade's house. Still. Techno had apparently bandaged anything else he deemed needed to be bandaged while Tommy was zoned out.
"Yeah, yeah. 'M fine." Tommy said. Waving a hand around. Techno looked suspicious, but brushed it off and put down the roll of bandages next to him. To Tommy's luck, Techno didn't ask about the rails of scarred cuts on his wrists. He didn't even bring it up, they had been bleeding when Tommy got here, but Techno just gently cleaned them and wrapped them like the rest of his wounds. After Tommy abandoned the idea of... Jumping, he had pulled out his knife from his stash and cut himself. A lot. The knife was incredibly dull, so the cuts were practically just tearing his skin, jagged, rough cuts, instead of actually cutting it. Techno stood up and walked into the kitchen before Tommy could hear water running. Probably washing his hands, he thought before he heard a door closing and the clanking of glass and the water turned back on. Techno walked back out with clean hands a glass cup with water in it as he sat down in another chair next to the couch Tommy was sat on. Techno handed the glass to Tommy who basically chugged the thing.
"Slow down or choke, which one sounds better." Techno advised the blonde immediately slowed down but drank all of the water and placed it on the table beside him. Techno nodded slightly. "What the fuck happened." He demanded. Tommy knew this was coming, but he wasn't ready for it, he wasn't ready to talk about it. He was barely even there. Not mentally anyways, he was kind of just listening to Techno talking through one ear. Anything important coming in one ear, and leaving out the other without any notice it had even passed through.
"I-I don't r-really want to- uhm. Talk." Tommy swallowed. "About it." He finished. Techno looked a unsatisfied. Oh gods, did Tommy do something wrong? Why? Why does he always fuck things up? When it's going decent too? Why is he such a fuck up? Why does he hate himself? Techno's expression softened when he noticed Tommy's nervousness. Honestly, the god just wanted to know. Not to use against the younger. He wanted to know. So he could find out who needed to die. So he could find out what he needed to do to make Tommy be able to trust him.
"That's fine. But." Techno sighed lightly before standing. "I want to know eventually. Sooner rather than later would be nice." He reminded. Pink hair fell in front of his face before he tucked it behind his ear and walked over to a chest. Inside the chest was a flint and steel for the fireplace, a quilt, a pillow or two, and a smaller box inside. Techno knew what was in the box and part of him wanted to show his little brother, but it was late, very late. So instead he reached for the quilt and one of the pillows and pulled both out before tossing them to Tommy.
"You can stay here. At least while those wounds are healing. Then after that, you can do whatever the hell you want." Techno told. Matter of fact, part of him wanted the blonde to stay. He missed his brother. He missed his brother(s). Tommy looked surprised.
"Wait, really? I-I mean seriously? You-you'd let me stay after all that- that shit that happened in L'Manberg?" He asked. Techno looked slightly annoyed.
L'Manberg, the place that tried to execute him? That put Phil on house arrest? That inadvertently killed Wilbur? That exiled Tommy, his brother? Hah, at this point, he couldn't give less of a fuck about what happened in L'Manberg.
"They exiled you, they put a bounty on my head. Tommy, I just got back from L'Manberg, they tried execute me! They locked Phil in his house! He's on house arrest! Why would I give a fuck about what happened in L'Manberg at this point? In all honesty, you should be upset with me. I executed Tubbo, betrayed you guys, and set out Withers on L'Manberg. Granted, most of the damage had already been done to the place but it happened. Do I feel guilty about it? No! Hell no! I'm an anarchist! While part of me is happy it happened, the other part of me is upset that it didn't- it didn't work. The place is still fucking there." Techno yelled. He only quieted when he noticed how Tommy had practically dug himself until the cushions of the couch, he had the quilt drapped over him, his knees were pulled up to his chest and he clutched the pillow like it was going to be taken from him. Techno only just realized how crazed that rant was. He couldn't look at Tommy. He couldn't look at him because Tommy was upset. Tommy was scared.
He's scared of you
You did that
Tommy upset
Help brother
BEDROCK BROS
wtf does that even mean
IDK I THOUGHT IT SOUNDED COOL
EEEEEEE
pog
da fuq do u mean 'pog'?
baby bird
but he isnt a bird???
wait i thought he was???
WRONG FIC IDIOTS
rude
ikr?
Techno prayed to every god that the voices would just shut the fuck up. Unfortunately, the world hates him, so they just kept rambling and as usual, Techno couldn't think around the fog that was constantly covering his mind.
fog pog
no thats bad, stop being happy about fog chat
fog pog
fog pog
fog pog
fog pog
stop spamming
mods? where de fuk r the mods?
idk i think their uh-
on vacation
in hawaii
they need it
truuu
Gods why did they leave the competent ones alone
u luv us
No I actually don't.
I second that statement.
Third
fourteenth
Shut up gamergurl, you are just as bad as the others.
awww...
one in chat if u r sad for them being meen to gamrgurl
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wat the fuq-
Gods, shut up! Techno thinks. Almost instantly, Chat grows quiet, but there is still that lingering buzz as they whisper amongst each other. Techno holds back the urge to roll his eyes.
"I- shit." Techno muttered. He had no idea what happened in exile. That's where he came from right? He wasn't this jumpy in Pogtopia. Maybe a bit more cautious sure. But that was a bit because of Wilbur. The brunette would argue and yell at the younger for several hours until Tommy began to ignore him and Wilbur would give up, or Tommy would send a fist straight into Wilbur's jaw. Yes that actually did happen a few times. And just to let you know? Tommy hits a lot harder than you would think. Well then again he is also a Demigod sooo...
"Look. I'm- I'm sorry for yelling. You can sleep on the couch until we figure out what we're doing here." He motioned between the two of them. "Then tomorrow we can decide what's going to happen. I don't care if you want to stay here for a while. If you want to leave. Hell you can even move in if you want. I want you to. But just know that you are not leaving before those wounds are healed. Got it?" Techno asked. The blonde nodded slightly. Gods Techno hoped that didn't sound too much like an order. He belatedly realized that Tommy was likely starving. Techno nodded and grabbed a red ribbon off of the coffee table before tying his hair back.
"Do you want some food?" Techno asked, the blonde shook his head in desperation. That was a lie. Tommy was starving. He assumed it was bad too. Now that he didn't feel like his toes were going to fall off, he noticed that every movement seemed to make his stomach scream in agony at him, begging to be filled. "I'm hungry too by the way. Don't feel like you are using my own time, because I'm going to make food either way." Techno told. That seemed to hit the nail on the head. Tommy was nervous that Techno was burdening himself with making the younger food. Fuck. Techno thought. What the fuck happened in exile? Tommy seemed to change his mind before nodding slowly to the god.
"W-what will you make?" The blonde asked. Techno wanted steak, but he also didn't want to make something that would take so long. Eh fuck it.
"I was thinking steak?" He said. For whatever reason, Tommy seemed unsettled by that.
"C-can- is- can you make something else? You really don't have to, I just-" He yipped. Techno cut him off.
"No that's fine, uhm. I have some left over spaghetti? It would take less time anyways. Would you be okay with that?" He asked. Tommy seemed much happier with the suggestion and nodded.
"Right I'll be in the kitchen. Try not to destroy anything please." He said. Tommy nodded again as Techno walked into the kitchen. I mean, I guess it was fine that he wouldn't want steak. Not everyone likes it, but he seemed extremely upset by even the thought of it. Was it from something that happened in exile? It was food! What could've happened with food?! Techno mentally told himself he would think about it later and continued on.
Techno left the room. Part of Tommy wished he hadn't denied the steak. But the thought of the food made him sick to his stomach. The only time he would eat something was when Dream gave some of his steak to him. The night that he would eat it, he would stay up, throwing all of it up and he had no idea why. He would feel extremely tired and dizzy until he began dry heaving and giving up, going back to his tent and collapsing in his bed, passing out instantly. The stupid part of his brain thought that he'd just had some sort of stomach bug. But it always happened every time he ate that food, and only when he ate it. The logical part of him screamed that Dream had been drugging him.
Tommy voted to stop thinking about the possibilty and focused on looking around the living room. For the most part, it was pretty simple. In front of him was the fireplace and the coffee table. To his right was a single chair. Next to the fireplace was the ladder that led downstairs as well as upstairs to Techno's room. Just behind the couch Tommy was seated on was a desk pushed against the wall. The top of the desk was covered in scattered papers and books. There were several broken pencils and two half used erasers. The candle in the corner of the desk looked like it had been out for a while, it sat on a white, glass plate. Next to it looked to be a wilting, black rose in an uncolored pot. Tommy continued to look around and his eyes caught on a picture the hung just above the desk.
There were three figures, all seemingly pretty young. To the right stood a tall figure with curly brown hair, he wore a white button up and jeans with brown boots. He was hunched over with a bright, laughing smile on his face. Tommy was used to seeing the boy with glasses on his face, but they weren't there. To the left of the brunette stood another tall figure but unlike the other who was leaner, this one had broad, big shoulders. He also wore a white button up which was tucked into his black pants, while the other had brown boots, this one had black. In surprising contrast to the unfazed look on the man's face, he had one long pink braid draped over his shoulder. He wore rectangular glasses on the tip of his nose. He actually looked a tad happy. Which was surprising. Tommy looked back to the other boy but instead focused his attention to why he was hunched over and Tommy smiled lightly. On the brunette's back was a much smaller boy with bright blonde hair and similar clothes to the brunette. His blue eyes reflected back to Tommy with happiness. He held something tight in one hand, the other was preoccupied with holding on. In the hand was a pair of circular glasses.
Tommy remembered this day. It was a fun day. The spring before his mom had gotten sick. He was about 5 or so, Wilbur and Techno both 11. The two were practically twins. Wilbur called them twins anyways and insisted that it wouldn't matter who was actually older, he would still be older than Techno. To which that confused the pinkette, considering "twins" or not, Wilbur was older anyways. The brothers as well as Phil and Kristin had gone out that day. Tommy had been complaining he was bored inside the house and Wilbur eventually joined him until the parents gave in and let them go outside. And much to Techno's dismay, they dragged him out as well. He got to keep reading his book so he was happy. For spring, it was surprisingly hot out so Tommy dragged Wilbur over to the water and asked if they could swim. Wilbur had looked back to his parents who both rolled their eyes playfully and nodded. Wilbur had immediately tugged his shirt and boots off before jumping in. Before Tommy could begin asking if he could go in after him, the parents told him to go ahead. Tommy quickly discarded his shirt and boots as he followed in after his brother who had to hold him up when the blonde couldn't touch the ground anymore. The two eventually pulled Techno away from his book and convinced him to get in. And by the end of the day, the three brothers were messing around in the shallow water so Tommy could stand and Phil and Kristin sat on the dock close by with the legs in the water.
That was probably Tommy's happiest memory. Nothing wrong happened that day. Until the night. When Techno had nightmares and cried into his parents arms, muttering something about voices. All they could do was reassure him. He whispered about these voices and how they wanted him to hurt Wilbur and Tommy but he wouldn't. Wilbur and Tommy had watched the whole thing from their spot just outside Techno's door. Wilbur thought up an idea before rushing off to his room, leaving Tommy stood outside Techno's bedroom door alone. Wilbur quickly came back to his brother, guitar in hand. He motioned for the blonde to go inside and as the blonde did, Wilbur followed. Their parents didn't look very happy the two were there until they noticed the guitar in Wilbur's hand. Techno's crying quieted as he leaned heavily against his mother. Wilbur picked Tommy up and placed him on the bed. The blonde quickly shuffled to his father who placed him in his lap and kissed him on the crown of his head. Wilbur followed suit and crawled onto the bed, seating himself beside the ball of pink hair he gets to call his brother. He began strumming the guitar and singing lightly. Kristin quickly joined into the soft singing. In only a matter of minutes, Techno was asleep again, Tommy was half asleep as Wilbur's playing on the guitar slowed tiredly. Kristin continued singing softly as she placed Techno in the bed and covered him up with blankets. She then reached out to Wilbur and gently plucked the guitar from his hands. She pulled the brunette close up and continued humming. Another couple of minutes later, Wilbur and Tommy were sleeping soundly and the next day, they woke up in Techno's bed.
"I like that picture a lot." A monotonous voice said from behind him. Tommy jumped hard and swung around to see where the voice came from. Techno stood behind him, a bowl in either hand, both were filled with spaghetti. Tommy looked back to the picture as he forgot what he was even thinking about before his brother walked in.
"Y-yeah, so do I." He mumbled. He really did. And he even more enjoyed the day the picture was taken on. Techno walked over to the couch and sat one of the bowls on the coffee table.
"Eat. Please." He said. Tommy turned his attention back to his brother and looked at the bowl. There would be no complaining with Tommy eating, he was starving. He hasn't eaten in a week. He picked up the bowl and ate quickly. Ignoring the almost concered looks from Techno who just slowly twirled his noodles onto his fork. Well he tried to ignore it for as long as he could until Techno said something.
"When was the last time you ate Tommy?" He asked quietly. Tommy had to hold in how his body wanted to freeze up at the question. And he just shrugged nonchalantly.
"Not too long big man, don't worry." He assured, attempting to end the conversation. Techno placed his fork in his spaghetti and looked at the blonde.
"Please, I'd like to know how long 'too long' is in your book." He insisted. Tommy then began to tense. He knew he wasn't eating well. He knew that if he didn't start eating better it could lead to sickness which Tommy was prone to. Or it could lead to starvation, death.
"Uh, like two weeks?" Tommy guessed. Techno nodded.
"Yes that is too long but it doesn't get long by that point. Tommy when was it that you last ate." Techno demanded. He was growing a little irritated at his brother's attempts to brush it off.
"A- uhm. A week ago? I- I think." Tommy told. He thought it was a week ago. It's been at least a week since he's eaten. He just didn't know if it was longer than that at all. Techno's eyes widened slightly before his face wiped clean of emotion. He looked back down to his spaghetti, he almost didn't want to continue eating. Was Tommy making himself not eat? Did he not have anything to eat? Or the worst, was someone forcing him to starve? Techno wanted- needed answers. And he needed them now but the last thing he wanted to do was force Tommy into anything he didn't want to do or talk about. That would be backtracking at the minimal progress he's made. And Techno didn't want to fuck up any trust that might've been building. Techno picked his bowl back up and finished his food. Tommy was already done by the time he finished. Then again he practically inhaled it. Techno motioned for Tommy's bowl and the blonde handed it to him. He went to the kitchen and quickly washed out the bowls before setting them out to dry and going back to the living room. He turned his attention back to Tommy.
"Alright, so that door leads to the bathroom." He pointed to the first door on the right of the front door. "That one is an extra room." He motioned to the second door. "Obviously that's the kitchen, this is the living room. My room is up that ladder and the basement as it seems you know already is down the ladder. Just in case you wake up before me- which I doubt you will, I wake up early- there is some cereal on the counter, milk is in the fridge- obviously- and I set out a bowl next to the cereal for you. I'm going to bed because I'm fucking exhausted. Good night Toms." He said before blowing out candles until the fireplace was the only thing lighting up the room then climbed up the ladder and disappeared upstairs.
Well that was quick. Tommy thought. He looked over to the blanket and pillow, both discarded next to him before reaching down and pulling his shoes off, sitting them at the edge of the couch. He grabbed the pillow and placed it behind him before grabbing the quilt and covering himself. He laid back. And stared into the darkness. How long would Techno truly let him stay here? The man hated government. Hell, he destroyed the town Tommy had been apart of, the government he'd been apart of! But a small voice in the back of Tommy's mind told him that they were brothers. Adoptive or not. It didn't matter. Not to Techno. They are family. I am safe, Tommy thinks as drifts off to sleep.
Tommy felt like he was going to throw up. It was still dark out and Tommy couldn't have slept very long. It had to only be roughly four in the morning. He threw off the blanket and darted to the bathroom, just barely making it to the toilet. All of the food came rushing back up, bile burned his throat. Tommy felt like he wanted to die. Until- there was a hand. On his back. Rubbing gentle, slow circles. It was calming. Every so often, when a stray piece of golden blonde hair fell into Tommy's face, the hand would tuck it behind his ear. An illogical thought came into his mind that it was Dream. That the man was attempting to soothe him. That his friend was trying to soothe him. No. Tommy thought. Dream is not my fucking friend.
Tommy glanced to the side and saw pink, braided hair before the hand gently guided his head back towards the toilet. They sat like that for far too long. Blood god and son of Death. Techno eventually pulled a hair tie off his wrist and tied back the majority of Tommy's hair. Stray, broken off, pieces still fell in his face, but Techno seemed content with gathering them up and tucking them behind the blonde's ear again. The pinkette began to worry when Tommy had stopped throwing up and instead started dry heaving. All that came out was stomach acid and blood. Techno stood and rushed to the kitchen before coming back in with a glass of water in hand.
"Drink slowly." He commanded. Tommy complied but seemed too exhausted to lift the glass, Techno had to help him do it. Tommy felt delirious and tipped sideways into his brother, who didn't seem to mind, he only grew more concerned. Techno would pull the glass away from his brother to help him in drinking it slowly. He continued to rub his back gently and whispered encouraging words to him.
'You're doin' good. So good Toms.'
'Don't worry, I'm here.'
'No, no, slower.'
'Shh, shh.'
By the time Tommy had finished the water, he stopped dry heaving or even throwing up anything. Techno carded his fingers through Tommy's hair as the blonde grew tired. By the time he felt himself drifting off, Techno had gently picked him up, carrying him bridal style, and instead of placing him on the couch, he carefully made his way up the ladder (Don't ask how oke?) and into his own room. When Tommy had fallen asleep, he was tucked in Techno's bed with the latter sleeping in the chair next to him.