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Well, this wasn’t how he wanted to start his day. Currently, Tommyinnit is running for his life from the Syndicate. You may wonder, how the hell did he end up here? Well to answer your question. HOW THE FUCK IS HE SUPPOSED TO KNOW? One minute he was chilling on a rooftop eating McDonald's and then the next second he’s chased down.

He jumps from building to building, ducking, and does sharp turns. He comes to a dead end. “Shit,” Tommy mutters underneath his breath. He frantically looks around for an escape.

“Game over, Ring,” The Blade said to Tommy, “There is nowhere to go.”

Tommy grumbled. The Blade was right, he had nowhere to go. He knew Zephyrus and Orpheus were gonna be right behind him soon. Tommy had no plans in showing them his power. He would be snuffed out, cycled through, and tossed. He could always jump…he might break a leg though but….how bad could a broken leg be? Ranboo wasn’t going to be here until 5 minutes or so.

Tommy looked down at his legs, oh he was so gonna miss walking. He looked up at The Blade, noticing that Zephyrus and Orpheus had finally shown up. Now he has no options. He sighed, “Well boys! Nice knowing yall but, I can’t be caught. Sayonara!” Tommy saluted and jumped off the side of the roof, “This is gonna hurt like a bitch,” Tommy grumbled.

When he neared the ground he bent his knees and tumbled. He was silently begging to not injure himself by jumping. To his luck, he didn’t hear his legs snap but he probably fractured one of them.

He sighed. He couldn’t just stop now, no doubt that the heroes would cease their chase. Imagine the fucking government gets so corrupted to the point saving or helping people is illegal. Pathetic. Now he just has to sit and wait for Ranboo to show up.

Prime if that boy forgot about him… Tommy would make sure he would never hear the end of it. Tommy crawled into an alley by the dumpster. He tried to blend into the shadows as he could hear the heroes talk. He wanted to scream. His leg was bursting with pain now that the adrenaline ran out of his system.

The voices faded and he saw purple particles, “About time,” Tommy hissed in a whisper.

“I tried my best to hurry, Tommy,” Ranboo replied in a low tone.

Tommy just scoffed, “Let’s get home. I’m hurt if you can't tell boob boy.”

“Why am I not surprised?”

Ranboo picked him up while struggling. He then closed his eyes and teleported back home.

“Thank prime,” Tommy sighed, queasy from the ride.

That's when Tubbo ran up to Tommy and lectured him, “Why the hell did you think it was a good idea to fucking JUMP OFF A BUILDING?!” Tubbo was screeching, “You could have died! You didn’t even break your fall!”

Tommy tuned out Tubbo’s rant. This isn’t the first time he heard it. When Tubbo finished he went to wrap Tommy’s leg in a splint. Tubbo was muttering curses as he wrapped his leg.

“You’re still going to work Tommy.”

Tommy groaned, “But I am injured Tubs!”

“Next time don’t jump off a fucking building.”

Tubbo got up and walked into the bedroom. Tommy sighed and limped to the restroom after a few minutes. He couldn’t go to sleep caked in sewer water. He groaned when he turned on the shower. There was never fucking warm water. Why the fuck was it always cold? Guess that's what he deserves for choosing a shitty apartment. He stripped and got in the shower, being careful of the splint, making sure not to get it wet.

It took him 15 minutes to shower with the damn splint. That was indescribable how horrible that was. He yawned and got dressed. Once he finished, he did his night routine, brushing his teeth, changing his clothes-you know, the average night routine.

At this point, it was around 3 in the morning and he was dead ass tired. He wanted nothing more than to curl up into his bed and fall asleep. Oh, wait, it's his turn for the couch. How could he forget? He groaned and threw himself on the couch and after a few minutes he passed out.

…

Tommy woke up to the alarm clock blaring and a note taped to his hand.

Tommy, in the kitchen there are crutches. I went out and got you some. I hope they help.

-Ranboo

Tommy smiled. That’s something good today. He got up and limped to the kitchen. Lo and behold, there were two crutches. He tested them out and when he deemed himself a god at them, he went to the fridge for food. They only had meat…of course just his luck.

He sighs. It’ll have to do… or he could just go hungry. Hungry it is then! No point in wasting food if it’s just going to come back out anyways. Tommy grabbed his phone off the counter along with his apartment keys and set out to his job.

Once he arrived at Mcdonald's he got his apron on and checked in. His boss came and asked him a few questions about his leg and the splint but he shrugged it off as he fell down his apartment stairs. It seemed like a normal day as always but who was he kidding, he’s Tommy Fucking Innit. A calm day is never a thing.

Tommy was staring off into space when someone screamed at him. He looked up and realized he was being robbed.

He rolled his eyes, “How low of life do you have to have to be robbing a Mcdonald's. Out of all places a fucking Mcdonald's. Honestly go fuck yourself and go get a fuckin’ life.”

The robber looked at him in shock, “Damn… Just give me the money, child.”

That was the last straw. Nobody and he means NOBODY calls him a child. He disarmed the man with a grab of the barrel of the gun and pushed his hand the opposite way. The man let go of the gun and Tommy hit him in the temple the gun.

“Go get a fucking life.” Tommy groaned.

After he called the police he went home, he didn’t bother about his other jobs because frankly, he didn’t give a flying fuck. His leg hurt and he wanted to sleep. So that’s what he did. He went home and crashed on the bed after he changed.

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Tommy sighed as he woke up. Did he willingly wake up? No. Was a certain ram-hybrid shaking him? Yes.

“Tommy!” The goat yelled.

“Whattttttt” Tommy whined.

“Don’t give me that bullshit! Why aren’t you at work?

“Funny story big man…” Tommy frantically tried to think of a lie, “I may or may not have almost gotten robbed on the first shift at McD’s and I knocked him out and went home?”

There was silence. Oh, he was f-

“YOU MISSED YOUR OTHER JOBS?!”

Tommy huffed, “Not like I wanted to Tubbo.”

“Bullshit.”

Tommy rolled his eyes, “I was fuckin’ tired Tubbo! I felt like a pile of shit and decided enough was enough and hauled my ass home!”

Tubbo started puffing. Then hell broke loose. Tubbo was bleating and making all kinds of goat noises. (He actually started stomping on the floor but Tommy won’t bring it up because he is a good person.”)

The door locks jingled and a quite familiar 7ft half white and black asshole walked through the door.

“What did he do now?” Ranboo said with a sigh.

Tubbo momentarily stopped screaming, (or whatever you call goat shit) and hissed, “Tommy ditched his jobs because he was tired!”

“Tubbo I don’t think its that big of a deal-”

“OF COURSE IT IS! HE CAN’T JUST BAIL WE NEED THE MONEY!”

“What jobs did he bail on?”

“Niki’s and Sam’s.”

“Tommy, you're on your own.”

Ranboo then walked to the kitchen to start dinner.

“Tubs I can just pick up extra gigs tonight.”

“You better or so help me, Tommy, I am going to give you hell to pay.” Tubbo giggled and walked out of the room into the bathroom.

Tommy sighed and grabbed his laptop. He found it for a few hundred dollars at a hard sale and they barely made their bills that month. He clicked it on and went into the dark web. Tommy was not really in the mood to go get beaten half to death.

Screw up one thing and it goes downhill huh?

He found one offering $10,000. You would wonder how he was broke. The thing is that is the highest offering he has ever seen. He applied for it before reading the pamphlet. When he opened it he was sent a message on that off-brand discord for criminals. 

Anonymous: Hey.

Ring: Ooooooooooooooooooooo someone is the angst lord.

Anonymous: Wth do you mean?

Ring: Who names themselves “Anonymous”?

Anonymous: Shut up kid, just do your job and you get the money. The address is **** ********* ********

Ring: Fine.

Anonymous went offline

Tommy sighed and continued to read the pamphlet.

$10,000

Information on the Syndicate is needed. Info will be provided in a message. We take no responsibility if captured.

Limited time only! Once it is gone it is gone. 

Good Luck. You will need it.

What has he gotten himself into? Tommy sighed and stood up shutting down the computer, “I’m going out!” Tommy yelled out to the rest of his roommates

“Don’t be home too late!” Tubbo yelled back.

“Whatever,” Tommy mumbled underneath his breath.

He put on pitch black clothes. It had some holes in it so he just sharpied them black. Can’t do as much harm as it says on the box right?

He walked out of the apartment with his keys and buried them where they always went when he shifted. Once he finished he concentrated on shifting. He felt his body gain a lot more hair and shrink. His senses improved and he was a raccoon. A bright golden raccoon.

In his defense, you can blame his father. Actually, he doesn’t know his father but his mother had brown hair so it had to be his father. 

He then scampered off towards the address he was given.

…

Once he arrived he noticed a “slight” problem. There was a gate. That was electric. That was skinny. That had an alarm system. That had traps. Fun.

He whined, then got an idea. He found a sharp rock and sliced his leg with it. He let out a yowl and made sure to make it loud enough by the gate. He pinned his ears back and winced. He kept reminding himself, ‘Anything for 10,000$’. 

He screamed for what seemed like hours and then finally someone came out. It was a lanky guy with unruly brown hair, with frames that were circular and shiny. Oh, it was so shiny he needed to have it-

No. He needs to focus. He yowls more and whimpers. The man walked up to him and cooed, “Awwwwww, look at you!”

Tommy hissed at the man. Who is he? He is looking for the Syndicate, not the neighborhood weirdo. The man obviously doesn’t know what hissing is and picked him up.

See, Tommy would have fought, if he wasn’t picked up by the scruff. Screw instincts, he melted into the grasp. When he finally regained consciousness he was on a blanket in their living room. He quickly shut his eyes though when he heard what they were talking about.

“Wilbur, you can’t keep a raccoon mate.”

“Why not!”

“You’re the number 3 hero Orpheus! You don’t have time for a pet nor does Techno or me!”

“But daaaaaaaaaaadddddddddddddd!”

“No is no Wilbur Soot Watson.”

“Can he at least stay here overnight?”

“Why? He a literal rodent!”

“I want him to get some sleep and heal before we send him back out.”

The man, or apparently Wilbur’s dad, sighed, “Fine but he stays down here.”

“Thank you!”

Tommy waited for footsteps to die out before processing the information. Apparently, by chance, he ended up in the right house, by the right people. It was kinda perfect if he was being honest. Now all he had to do was find a computer while being quiet.

After all the lights were out, he unlocked the cage he was currently in and as quietly as possible, opened it. It made a creaking noise and he froze. He waited for a solid 3 minutes before scurrying across the floor as quietly as possible.

If he could find a computer in this house he could download their files. There weren’t many things that Tommy couldn’t hack into. Although, there was some very annoying safety precautions that he had to go through if they choose the right security measures (he prayed to Gods that they didn’t). After about an hour of searching, he finally found an office. He scurried into it and opened the computer.

He had no idea what the password could even be. Then there was a hint.

Wilbur Watson Technoblade Watson.

Tommy was confused. What the hell could it mean? He looked around the office for any clues. He rummaged through draws, filing cabinets, and almost anything he could find regarding the two.

After about an hour and a half of searching, he found something that could potentially be it. Adoption papers. Who would have guessed two piglin-phantom hybrids weren’t biologically related to a bird. Tommy rolled his eyes and found a date. 

28-4-98

Tommy shrugged, it wasn’t much but it was worth a shot. He hit the space key three times and typed in the numbers. To not much of his surprise, it let him in. There was a reason Tommy did all the intellect stuff. He isn’t saying his roommates aren’t smart (one can literally build nukes) but, they couldn’t crack puzzles and stuff like this so quickly. It comes with the raccoon nature of having more intelligence than most. 

Once he opened up the correct files he got to hacking. Pulling code from code. Puzzle from the puzzle. Planting a virus here and there. Then he was in. He saw so much information he could use. There were files on all of them.

Phil Watson

Occupation: Hero

Status: Alive

Family: Wife, 2 sons

Status of Family: Wife deceased, 2 sons alive

Gender: Male

Age:45

Hybrid: Avian

Rarity: Assumed to be the last.

Other Notes: Phil Watson is an adoptive father of two piglins-phantom mixes. He had a wife named Kristen who died 9 years ago. Phil adopted his sons a year before her passing. His hero's name is Zephyrus and is the number 2 hero. His sons Wilbur Soot Watson and Technoblade Watson are both 23 and are also heroes and go by the names Orpheus and The Blade.

Kristen Watson

Occupation: None

Status: Deceased

Family: Husband, and two sons

Status of Family: Husband and 2 sons are alive

Gender: Female

Age of Death: 32

Hybrid: None

Rarity: N/A

Other Notes: Kristen passed away from an impaling of a wooden stake after getting too close to a villain vs. hero battle. She died at the ER two hours late. Her two sons were adopted a year before the incident. She and her husband, Phil Watson, claimed that they loved their two boys, Wilbur Soot Watson and Technoblade Watson, very much. She was buried in the hero memorial. 

Wilbur Soot Watson

Occupation: Hero

Status: Alive

Family: Mother, father, and a brother

Status of Family: Mother is deceased, the rest alive

Gender: Male

Age: 23

Hybrid: Piglin-phantom mix

Rarity: Extremely rare

Other Notes: Wilbur Soot Watson was adopted when he was 13. He has a twin brother, Technoblade Watson. They were living on the streets and now are the number 3 hero of the nation. He is said to have a voice of silver and honey. His powers consist of voice compulsion He can make anyone do what he wants with his words as well as go through the ground. He has unnatural endurance. He grieved for his mother and is now seeking music and helping others.

Technoblade Watson

Occupation: Hero

Status: Alive

Family: Mother, father, and a brother

Status of Family: Mother deceased, father and brother alive

Gender: Male

Age: 23

Hybrid: Piglin-phantom mix

Rarity: Extremely rare

Other Notes: Technoblade Watson was adopted when he was thirteen and has a twin brother, Wilbur Soot Watson. He lived on the streets with his brother until Phil Watson took them into his home. He is now the number one hero and is said to inherit none of the phantom traits. He has enhanced, speed, strength, endurance, hearing, and much more. He has very tough skin making it harder to pierce. He has the tusks of a piglin and is said to have the heavy instincts of a piglin. He grieves for his adoptive mother more than he shows and is an anarchist. He imagines the government falling to the ground.

Tommy’s jaw dropped as the list went on about weaknesses and strengths. He rummaged around the drawers for a hard drive. It was a lot harder than he would like to admit since he is in his raccoon form. He manages through and finds a hard drive.

He plugs it into the computer and hits download. It takes over two hours for it to finish. He hopes it was worth it or he is going to lose it. He unplugs the hard drive and puts it into his mouth. It is near 5 a.m. and he knows he needs to wrap it up quickly. He shuts the tabs and wipes the history clean of the night. He shuts the computer down and books it for the door. 

The problem is the door is way too high for him to reach, so he chooses the windows. He flings himself out the window and remembers his injured leg when he hits the ground. He lets out a hard puff making sure not to whimper.

He climbs up a tree to get over their backyard and climbs down the wall. Now to get back home and get some good rest and cash in 10k! He runs down the streets ignoring the feelings of being watched.

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Techno knew there was something up with that vermin. When has there ever been a blonde raccoon in their neighborhood? Then on top of it screams in front of their house? He lets out a low snarl. 

Blood?

Guys it is a kit. 

And? Hurt sounder.

Baby.

Blood

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD

Nooooooooo don’t hurt the baby.

M.U.R.D.E.R.

NO!

Orphan.

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD

“Chat I’m a hero, I can’t kill a child.”

Since when?

Guys. He's been a hero since he was 19.

What-?

Bruhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Idiots

RUDE

HOW COULD YOU NOT KNOW!

…

Exactly.

Techno sighed. How has he got this far without offing himself? That question will never be answered.

… 

Tommy got home with the information safely. He grabbed his laptop and clicked onto a new browser. He typed notdiscorddontsuemeplease.com and went to the guys information and messaged him.

Ring: I got your information

Anonymous: And why don’t I have it?

Ring: Send the money then I will give it.

Anonymous: This isn’t how this works. 

Ring: I don’t care how you “think” this works but I am going to tell you how this works because this information is worth much more than 10,000.

Anonymous: Bull. 

Ring: I got it directly off their computer.

Anonymous sent 100,000 to Ring

Anonymous: WAIT SEND 90,000 BACK!

Ring: Awwwwww, should have read my bio. No refunds. I’ll send you part of the file.

Anonymous: ONLY HALF?

Ring: I didn’t say how much I will cough up. Bye.

Ring sent file: Very Top Secret :O

Anonymous: YOU SON OF A B-

Ring went offline.

Tommy cackled. Only a hundred thousand? He could make millions off of this little usb.

He got up and went to his ‘den’. It was really the couch and he lifted the cushions so he could weasel his body in there. It worked with the dingy apartment that they have. The money would pay off their debts that they have. They might be able to upgrade their apartment if they pay off all of their debt first. 

Now you may be wondering, Tommy is that apartment legal? No, it wasn’t. Then again, it was run by a casino owner named Quackity and he gives it to them for free as long as Tommy works for him. Now is it very illegal for Tommy to work at a casino as a minor? Yes. Does he care? Absolutely not. 

Tommy didn’t really care about how the walls had holes in them, or how the water was cold, that is if they got water that day. He didn’t care if it wasn't warm (yes he did his raccoon instincts wanted and craved warmth). This was a house for him. This house wasn’t exactly home but it was better than the system.

Tommy shivered. He hated the system. All three of them were in the system, if he was honest, they never stopped looking for them. It was one of the reasons they all worked sketchy jobs that didn’t require ages or documents. Totally safe.

Tommy shook his head clear of thoughts. He has to get some sleep before work tomorrow or he will be dead tired. He yawned and curled his tail around his waist preserving warmth. He sighed as he felt the warmth and fuzziness of the tail. It reminded him of a blanket.

His eyes started to feel heavy and he let them droop. He was out like a light bulb within minutes.

…

“Thomas! What were you thinking!” The lady slapped him across the face, “You freak! How could you just put a perfectly good meal in water!” She grabbed him by the scruff and continued screaming at him.

He didn’t know what he did wrong. He was just following his instincts, was that a bad thing? 

He began to whimper and she chucked him across the room, “You are not an animal! Stop acting like one!”

He didn’t like this. He didn’t deserve this one bit! He is part animal, at least that is what the social worker told him.

He made another whimper and the lady was pissed, “If you want to act like an animal then fine! I will treat you like one.”

She walked out of the room to grab something. He looked around frantically. He saw a corner with a vent and limped to it. He slowly unscrewed the vent with his nails. He just got it open when someone grabbed his tail and lifted him up. 

“Tsk, that was a bad idea rodent,” the lady yanked him up to where the coffee table was. 

She put him down and pinned him. She pulled out something out of her pocket, a collar. He started shaking and tried to get away but he wasn’t strong enough. She put the collar and tightened it as much as she could while choking the boy. She was laughing at him-

Tommy woke up with exasperated breaths. He was drenched in a cold sweat and was shaking uncontrollably. He started making distressed chitters and his roommates came out of their rooms.

Ranboo was trying to talk to Tommy but all he could hear was a loud ringing noise. He saw blurs of colors. Everything was disoriented. 

… 

Something was seriously wrong with Tommy. Ranboo has never seen Tommy so stressed out since they left the foster home. Flashbacks perhaps? 

Ranboo knew he had to do something or else Tubbo would go into a panic attack. He grabbed Tommy’s hands and started to squeeze them while murmuring reassurances to him. It didn’t seem to work. Ranboo was left out of options.

Well he wasn’t completely out of options… 

He sighed heavily and scooped up Tommy into his arms. He whispered to Tubbo to go outside of the apartment which he thankfully did just as Tommy started screaming and ripping at his hair. 

Ranboo internally winced for what he was about to do. He placed Tommy in the bathtub and turned the water freezing cold and turned it on. Tommy started coming back to reality after about 3 hours.

… 

Tommy woke up hair soaked but in clean clothes. He noticed the speckles of sunlight kissing the walls of their run-down apartment. He noticed the clock that ticked every second but could only be heard if he tried very hard to hear them. He especially noticed how he was going to be late for work.

Tommy raised his hand to his face and rubbed the grogginess out of them and realized how cold he was. Ranboo must have put him in the shower he guessed. 

He stretched his limbs one by one hearing them pop and crack until they stopped. He stood up and strode to the closet in the bedroom and changed into khaki brown shorts and a red and white long sleeve. He grabbed his crappy phone and keys to the apartment and left while glancing at the note with his keys.

You may be late to work. Had a panic attack ttyl

-Ranboo

Tommy ignored it and went to the Casino.

By the time he arrived his shift already started. He clocked in and started wiping down the tables of any dust that could be existent from the last 5 hours they were closed. He checked his schedule and realized he wasn’t going to be working in the bar or with anything with alcohol beverages today. He was on the restaurant side today (what a relief).

After he got the day ready, he opened the shop and his co-workers walked in. He gave them a nod and walked to his side of the casino. There weren’t many customers in the food part of the casino, he groaned, today was gonna be a very long day. 

Around 12pm the flashing lights and very unholy things started up in the casino. It felt like there was pounding in his eyes. The music to tie it all off was on max volume. His customers finally left and usually that would be all he had to do because who goes to a casino for food after 11:59am?

Apparently a stupid brunette with golden rimmed glasses do because it was 3 in the afternoon and this buffoon thinks it great to annoy the hell out of Tommy.

“Welcome to Las Nevada's, How may I serve you?” Tommy spoke with his customer service voice.

“Are you a child?” The moron asked.

“I am not a damn child! Are you going to stand there and waste my damn time or order something?” Tommy snapped at him.

“Damn no need to be feisty. I would like black coffee plain, and a blueberry muffin.”

“Who the hell orders that in the middle of the day..” Tommy muttered to himself.

He took the man's card and swiped it and the man takes this as a time to socialize, “Sooooooooo,”

“What.”

“What have you been up to?” 

“Do you know how creepy that is? You’re asking a child to tell you about their life. Pedophile.” Tommy replied snarking while making the coffee. 

“So you admit you are a child!”

“No I am not a child.”

“You literally just admitted it.”

“I am only a child when it benefits me, keep up Caillou.”

“Caillou!? I’m not bald,  gremlin!”

“Have you looked in the mirror lately or-”

Caillou gasped, “How dare you!”

“Oh my Gods! You are a theater kid too? Why did the Gods curse me?”

“For your information my name is Wilbur not Caillou thank you very much! I hope I never see you again!” Caillou- Wilbur joked.

“Tommy and the feelin’ is mutual!” Tommy called out after him.

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Tommy woke up the next day with the intent of having a new apartment. Don’t get him wrong, he loves showering in the freezing cold, having no radiator and the window’s that have hole from dunk people chucking things at the windows. He will always love the place for those things. (Who is he kidding he would rather jump in front of a train.)

Tommy pulled out his laptop completely forgetting to close out the work applications and saw a new application from the same emo guy.

Information on the SBI hero’s wanted.

Reward: $50,000

Information will be provided later.

Tommy snickered he might as well give it to the guy. It would be helpful.

Ringtail

Sup.

Anonymous 
You.

Ringtail

Send the money and I will give you the whole USB file.

Anonymous sent $50,000

now give me it.

Ringtail 

Chill

Ringtail sent file. 

Anonymous 

Thanks nice doing business with you

Tommy snickered. He completely changes the information on the file. Never trust a raccoon my guys. Will lead you to a never ending hell.

Tommy checked the time. He had about 30 minutes before work. He closed all of his totally legal tabs and opened apartments for the broke tab. He scanned for about 15 minutes and was about to give up when he saw an apartment that looked perfect.

It was right next to Niki’s, Sam’s and McDonalds. He could drop his casino job If he moved there. He could pick up full time shifts or part time at all of them. He could do night shifts at McDonald’s and his legal job. 

He looked more into the job. It had two bedrooms, a radiator, running water, and a living room with a small kitchen. The only downsides is that is has mold, no insulation and peeling paint. 

What the hell is a little bit of mold anyways? Tommy signed up for it. Tragically, it required a guarantor for anyone under the age of 21. Why 21?!

Tommy was pissed how would he get guarantor? Well... he could ask Niki?

...

“No.” Niki spoke.

”But whyyyyy?” Tommy whined. How could she just say no?

“I am sorry Tommy but I can’t afford to put you in my insurance if you screw up!”

”Niki, the only women ever, my favorite boss, please do this!” Tommy tried.

”I am sorry Tommy but I can’t do that for you.”

”Okay..” Tommy looked at her with puppy eyes and frowned.

”Still a no.” Niki continued.

”Fine I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”

”See you later Tommy.” She waved him goodbye and continued her shift.

He is officially out of options. He now has to get to work as he now has to run because if he walks the 10 minutes he will be late.

...

He barely made it by a fraction of a minute. He started to wonder who he could ask. Maybe Quackity? Actually he isn’t quite sure if he wants to be warranted underneath him.

”Fuck,” Tommy mumbled underneath his breath.

”Fuck what?” Someone said.

Tommy looked up and gaped. That is the man that he took the files from. Fuck.

”Nothing, what do you want to order?” 
“A black coffee plain and a caramel macchiato.”

Who the hell drinks coffee black?

”My brother.” Wilbur responded.

”Of course he does, he sounds like a wrong’n.”

Wilbur barreled over laughing. Tommy got to work on making the coffees.

Once Wilbur stopped laughing he spoke, “So Tommy, what were you thinking about?”

Tommy groaned at being reminded of the thought of being reminded, “So you see Wilbur, I am stupidly not old enough to to have an apartment without a guarantor ,” Tommy groaned, “I need one and the people I thought would wouldn’t so I am kinda stuck.” Tommy finished while sliding the black coffee to him and working on the caramel macchiato. 

“Dang what about your parents?” Wilbur asked.

”Dead, I think. Eh, out of the picture basically.”

”I mean I know you haven’t known me for a while but,” Wilbur paused while rubbing the back of his neck, “I could do it for you?”

Tommy dropped the coffee he was about to hand the man spilling it all over the place, “Shit!”

Tommy grabbed rags and cleaner and got to work. Why is caramel so hard to clean up?

Once Tommy finished he looked at the abomination that lays before him, “You would be guarantor?”

Wilbur nodded and Tommy continued, “What’s the catch?”

”I want to be friends?” Wilbur tried.

Tommy put his hands on his hips and glared at him, “Fine. I guess you can thank you though.”

”Mhm,” Wilbur said and handed Tommy his phone, “Put in your number.”

Tommy put his number in while mumbling, “Fucking pretentious asshole with new model.”

Wilbur chuckled, “I guess it’s a bit much huh?”

”Yeah just a ‘bit’,” Tommy said while making quotations in the air.

Tommy handed Wilbur his last drink when a man with pink hair came into the room, “Wilbur,” the pink haired man said with a monotone deep voice, “what is taking so long?”

Wilbur chuckled, “Sorry Techno, I was talking to my friend,” Wilbur said while nodding his head towards Tommy.”

”Dude,” Tommy started, “Y’all related? You look like fuckin’ twins except for the tusks and that he’s bulky and your a twig.”

Wilbur laughed awkwardly, “Yeah, how’d you guess we are related. Usually...” Wilbur began to ramble.

Tommy couldn’t help notice that this guy stared daggers into Tommy. Tommy had no idea why but it is getting on his nerves. What can Tommy say for his next actions except say, “What the fuck you glaring and staring me down for fuck face?l” except that he has zero preservation skills.

”You were in my house yesterday.” Techno snarled.

Tommy looked astonished, how did he know..? “What?!”

”You were that stupid raccoon.”

”What the hell..?” Wilbur stared in confusion. 

My guy, I think you have the wrong person.”

”No. You smell just like it.”

“I don’t even know where you live! Nor am I a damn hybrid!” Tommy started getting angry.

”Your getting defensive I am right.”

Tommy looked at Wilbur, “I have no idea what the hell your brother is on, but you need to figure it out before I throw hands.”

”Tommy you wouldn’t be able to beat him.” Wilbur warned.

“Maybe not my own hands but I have the power of security.” 

Wilbur went pale,” Tommy you don’t mean that...”

”Wilbur I am grateful for what you are doing for me but your bitch of a brother here is freaking me out.”

Techno growled at Tommy and Tommy hissed at him.

”Not a hybrid you say?” Techno smirked with acknowledgement.

Tommy pressed the button underneath the counter, “Sorry I don’t wanna spill my personal life bitch. I am a cat hybrid happy? In fact I am a calico get the fuck outta here!”

”I know you took information from the computer you liar!” Techno roared.

”I did not!” Tommy barked at him, “I do not know where you live!”

Wilbur was visibly shaking, “Techno let’s stop bothering him...”

The two hashed out and security walked in and pulled them apart., “That is enough!”

Tommy went behind the counter and explained the man’s fault. He made sure Wilbur was fine.

They escorted the pink haired man out and Wilbur mouthed “sorry” to Tommy and he shrugged and waved to Wilbur.

Tommy is going to have bigger issues now isn’t he?

Chapter Text

Tommy saying he was dead on his feet was a generous way of saying, HE IS FUCKING SCREWED.

How the hell out of everyone the Blade caught him red handed? It’s just luck that he now has to be weary of his existence (because god knows what that guy would do if he got his hands on him). That’s the special thing about Tommy he never knew when to stop socializing with certain people. 

He just got done with his lunch break meaning it is about 1 pm at the moment and frankly he is shocked when he saw Wilbur fucking Soot walk in.  God condemn him, but he isn’t about to go ditch his friend because his asshole brother knows shit on him and his side job.

Tommy looked up and greeted the man bin the most polite way ever, “What the actual fuck are you doing showing your face next day man?” Preservation skills be damned.

Wilbur chuckled, “I actually wanted to come apologize about that,” he ran his hand through his hair anxiously, “I seriously have no idea why my brother acted that way towards you. He’s been acting weird and I wanted to apologize for his behavior as he was a complete dick and-“

”Man must you do that long monologue thing. I seriously don’t care.” Yes he did. He cared very much and is scared shitless.

Wilbur puffed and smiled, “Thanks,” there was a very awkward silence between them.

Tommy fidgeted with his hands and shifted his feet, “Um, do want to order something or like nah?”

He nodded, “I wanted to try something different, do you have any recommendations?”

Tommy pondered. Should he fuck with him? Tommy smirked, “You ordering anything for your brother?”

Wilbur smirked.

...

By the time Tommy finished he had a Earl Grey Tea with extra sugar and a black coffee with 5 tbsp of salt. Tommy nodded him off and Wilbur stopped halfway out the door, “What time do I need to be there as your guarantor?”

Tommy was flabbergasted. He still wanted to guarantor him after his brother's incident. Tommy would gratefully take any help he could get and he nodded, “Would Friday work at 9pm?”

”Why so late?” Wilbur raised an eyebrow.

”I dunno it's like I work or something.” Tommy deadpanned.

Wilbur looked at him in defeat, “Alright see you then.”

Tommy smiled and watched him leave the casino.

...

”But Phil. He stole our files!” Techno growled. 

He didn’t get why won’t anyone listen to him?! He is the one with the piglin nose and senses not them! They should listen to their protector.

”Techno,” Phil pinched his nose bridge, “You can’t accuse him because he smells like the raccoon. The raccoon could have just stolen food or a trinket and left! Raccoons are very smart Techno.”

”I know what I saw!” Techno started chuffing and snarling in piglin, “He stole a USB with valuable information!”

Phil puffed out his wings and his eyes went to slits, “Don’t you dare snarl at me young man, you know better than that.”

”I am over 18 you can’t tell me what I can and can’t do anymore!”

”I am your father! And while you are living underneath my roof you will treat me as such!”

”I don’t have to! I am trying to protect you guys but you won’t let me! I am the protector in this bastion and you will listen to me and let me do my job!” Techno growled. It was a low menacing growl meaning to put people in their places.

”Techno, me and you both know we aren’t in a bastion and we will be fine!”

Wilbur walked in silently slipping past them but that didn’t go unnoticed by Techno. Wilbur gave him puppy eyes in hopes that his brother would not bring him into that mess. Techno rolled his eyes and waved him off. That was all he needed before Wilbur scrambled upstairs.

The argument started right back up as if nothing happened, “You are a stupid bird, Phil. How are you of all people going to keep us safe.” Techno knows he hit a low blow the minute Phil’s face twisted into something dark and sinister.

”Technoblade Watson,” He took a few steps towards Techno, “I have been protecting you, your brother and your mother as long as I possibly could. You have no right to say such a thing.”

” Yeah? Well, look where that put Kristin.” Techno blurted. Moments after, he instantly regretted what he said. His facade broke and guilt crept into his expression.

”Go to your room.” Phil said tears brimming his eyes.

”Phil-“ Techno began.

”Don’t. Go to your room.” Phil sternly spoke, as tears threatened to spill.

”Dad I’m sorry I didn’t mean it-“ Techno tried again.

”GO TO YOUR ROOM NOW!” Phil snapped at his son.

Techno nodded and went to his room. He swore he would catch the person who caused this argument and kill them. He was right, and he knew it. If it was the last thing he does so be it.

Chapter Text

It was pouring, great... That put the cherry on the cake for the most shitty week Wilbur has been dealing with. His brother is locking himself in his room and not coming out besides work and his father is so deep in work its like he doesn't exist he just wants it to end. Now back to his misery. 

Wilbur is currently walking through a rainstorm to the Casino to Tommy's job. Why you might ask? Because he is the guarantor for this kid. Some Days he wished he bought trench coats with hoods honestly it would make his life so much easier. Why didn't he? He could afford it. Its not like he had anything to lose! What was he thinking about again... Oh! Right, getting to Tommy's job...

It was only about a 10 mile walk from his house to Tommy's job which in all honesty is like nothing compared to what he usually runs during his 'special' nights. 

Wilbur pulls up his sleeve slightly and looks at his watch, it was 8:59 p.m. He is going to be late. With a heavy sigh, he starts running.

Tommy starts anxiously walking around. Where the fuck is Wilbur? Did he fall into a dumpster? Did he find out he's bald? Did he find out he is actually the raccoon-

There was a chime followed by frantic speaking, "I am so sorry I am late Tommy! I didn't mean to, I thought I had enough time to get from my house to here in time but I was wrong and I should have left sooner but I didn't and-"

"Oh my Gods! Shut up! You're forgiven!"

Wilbur looked pale, he was drenched in the rain, definitely got sick on his way here and is that... paper? Whatever, not his problem.

"Can we get going now its," he looked at the register's clock, "9:15 and it is a little more than a six minute walk." 

Wilbur nodded, still panting from the sudden exercise he had to do.  Which is great and all but not raining that sucks ass. 

Tommy went to the back for a split second and grabbed his beaten coat. It had red on his sleeves and white for the main base. There were a lot of tears and patches threw the whole thing making it look like a toddler scribbled through-out the whole thing. The hoodie part was near to completely falling off only the middle of the hoodie keeping it together.

Overall the hoodie was shitty and not insulated whatsoever, which is great when it is freezing outside.

"Ready to go Big Man?" Tommy asked, shrugging on the last piece of the sweater.

"The fuck are you putting on?"

"A bagel, what the fuck do you think it is?"

"Those are rags Tommy..."

"No it's not? It's a sweater? It has some patched holes but it works does it not?"

"Tommy that isn't even remotely the same color as I can imagine it used to be!"

"Wilbur, it isn't your concern. Can we please just go now?"

"Tommy..."

"Wilbur."

"Let's go then..."

Wilbur looked up and down the building they arrived at. 

“What's that look for Wil?”

“Tommy, this is the biggest shithole I have ever seen.”

Tommy sputtered, “No it's not!” 

“Lying to yourself will get you nowhere.” Wilbur said while turning to him to face him.

“I’m not lying to myself” Tommy muttered.

Wilbur rolled his eyes and they started walking in. The walls were reeking of smoke and weed. Wilbur felt awful for anyone to have to live in such a place. 

Tommy didn’t seem to mind because he walked up to the front desk, “I have an appointment for an apartment complex.” 

The lady looked at Wilbur and look at Tommy, “You have to bring your father or legal guardian not your brother.”

Tommy sat there dumbfounded. What was he supposed to say, ‘why can’t he guarantor me?’ Was he an impetuous child? No, he just sighed and just as he went to turn around to walk out, Wilbur grabbed his shoulder, “I am his legal guardian.”

The lady rolled her eyes, “ I will have to see forms of proof and a form of residency.”

Wilbur stuttered, “Why is that necessary?”

“I don’t believe you, and by law if one is suspected of fraud you may be eligible to ask for forms of residency, guardianship or any sort of valid proof.”

“I have the forms ma’am.” Tommy piped up. 

How does Tommy have forms of residency you might ask? Well he is an illegal fraud so why not. 

“Mhm… Let me see those then.” The lady said with a sarcastic puss face.

Tommy swung his backpack over his shoulder and looked for the documents. Meanwhile, Wilbur was looking at him dumbfounded that he had such documents. 

Tommy pulled out the printed and protected files, “Here you go.” 

The lady looked them up and down and looked at Tommy, “Your parents are dead.” The lady said with a straight face.

Tommy nodded.

She turned and looked at Wilbur, “What your first and last name,” she said as she turned to the computer.

“Wilbur… innit it funny that,” The lady cut him off, “I don’t need a life story about your last name pal.”

Did Wilbur just fucking accidentally say his last name? Yes, how? Ask fucking someone else because he doesn’t know. 

“Alright go upstairs to the second floor all the way forward take a right, left then another right, walk some more, go to some stairs and its your 7th door on the left.” The lady said.

The two looked genuinely confused, “or,” She began, “Follow the signs. 

“Oh you mother fuckin-” Wilbur slapped a hand over his mouth.

“Thank you so much for your time miss.”

“Of course,” She said smirking and handed him the files.” 

Chapter Text

Tommy begrudgingly said nothing to the lady as he and Wilbur walked to his new apartment. Tommy was twitching and looking constantly at Wilbur, it was as if he was waiting for Wilbur to pull out a machete and kill him with it. 

Tommy wouldn't put it above him. Who just willingly signs a guarantor?  Especially after the shit he pulled. 

A psychopath. That's who. 

"So Tommy," Wilbur began.

"If your going to ask about the files you can shove it up your ass-"

Wilbur started laughing, "I really don't care honestly. I just am curious why you chose this place over all the other places."

Tommy heaved a sigh of relief, "Not everyone is a rich tory like you Wilbur," Tommy rolled his eyes, "this is all I could afford."

In reality he could probably splurge a bit more on a better apartment for the three of them but he wanted to save it and pay off other things first. 

Wilbur nodded and signaled for Tommy too quite down. He knocked on the door of the office for the owner of the place.

A few minutes later and stumbling here and a few very quiet spoken murmurs heard behind the door a man with a red and black hoodie with dark black hair emerged from the door.

"HI! You must be Tommy!" The man said as he stuck out his hand for Tommy to shake.

Tommy nodded and shook his hand.

"My name's Bad! Why don't you come on in and we can discuss the living arrangements?"

Tommy smiled, "Of course!" 

Tommy was very enthusiastic and bouncing with joy.

Meanwhile Wilbur, was narrowing his eyes on the man as if he suspected something.

That went unnoticed by Tommy though. 

Techno came out of his den for the first time in a few days. The amount of guilt he was feeling was unbelievable. How could he be so insensitive? 

Techno was usually a very blunt and honest person but even he knew bringing up his father's dead wife was a new low. 

The voices were going berserk. As much as they believed they were helping him, they weren't.

They were only making it worse if anything. He understood he was an idiot. He also understood that the rodent was a huge threat to his sounder. 

The latter would have to wait a bit longer. First things first, he's got to deal with the burnt ashes of his father and his relationship. Great. Emotions.

Techno slowly  went up the last flight of stairs to where they all kept their actual bedrooms.

(You do not have to read this paragraph to understand the plot! It is just for people who want a better house outline!. -author) The house had three above stories and one below story. The first floor, or otherwise know as the main floor, has the kitchen, living room, theater , office and dining room. The second floor is where the nest, den, or haunt were kept. They were all separate rooms, although, they always had an extra room next to all of their rooms. They deemed it the potion room due to its lack of use. There was a main nesting room that they called the center. It was practically a mix of all the rooms together. The rooms worked in a way of who was in the deepest of their instincts, in an instance, Wilbur got shot once on the job and Phil's instincts went haywire for his fledglings. They were kept in Phil's nest for months before they were let out. Each room is specially made by that person to please their instincts. Whoever is the victim of the instincts that is where they will end up. Unless, it is all of them. In that case they will just go to the center which is made in a collaboration of all the rooms combined. It usually happens at least once a month. Most people who even get remotely close to the center end up getting the protector or brute, which is Techno, sent on them. They don't usually survive. The third floor is where they actually sleep most of the time. They have a bedroom each for themselves and an extra one for their weapons, important books, or other miscellaneous items. Then there was the basement. Well, that was their emergency medic station, and where the main vault of stuff is.

Techno's destination was Phil's bedroom. Yay.  He slowly made his way up to the stairs to where Phil was most likely staying. He has been dreading this for the past few days, knowing he screwed up big time, and with him being awful with emotions, this can only end in one way. Flames.

He approaches the door and he raises his hand and knocks the times.

There was stumbling and a few swears here and there and then the door was answered.

Phil, to say the least, looks like he was dragged out of a dumpster with a few more added wrinkles to his face due to stress. 

They sat there with awkward silence until Techno finally spoke up, "Can we talk?"

Phil stood there for a few more seconds, before acknowledging him, and nodded and stepped aside holding his left arm up guiding him inside. 

Techno walked in and stood there awkwardly staring at his hands.  He really needed to polish his gold. Huh, his nails were definitely due for a trim-.

"What do you need Techno?" Phil said and Techno looked up.

When Techno tried to meet Phil's gaze, Phil looked away with a pained look in his eyes. 

Techno winced, "I um," Techno cleared his throat, "I wanted to apologize about what I said."

Phil's eyes started to water, "Techno, do you really think," Phil choked on his words. He got really quiet before speaking again, "Do you really think that I can't take care of you?"

Techno looked away with shame, "No, Dad I am really sorry, I just, I-" choking on his words wasn't normal for him, actually any type of emotion wasn't easy to be seen on Techno, "I am worried. I- what if you guys get hurt because of him!" 

Phil looked at him with a sign of disbelief, "Techno, what you saw was probably the lack of sleep catching up on you."

"Dad it was not lack of sleep!"

"Techno, even if you saw what you saw, bringing up what you did was wrong." Phil said with his eyes puffy.

"I know dad, but you have to trust me on this. I know what I saw." Techno said with a very dominating chuff.

"Techno, cut that shit off right this instance."

Techno chuffed again at him, if Phil wasn't going to listen to him normally he will just have to dominate him. Forcing him to listen to him.

Phil was beyond over his sons bullshit. It was about time to put his son back into place.

"Techno, I am going to give you 5 seconds to apologize." Phil said eyes boring into Techno's. 

Techno stood their defiantly and at the end of his five seconds he chuffed again at his father.

Phil puffed out his wings and grabbed Techno's chin trying to tilt it back. Techno resisted. 

Phil was beyond agitated at this point and let out a warning rattle, submit-now.

Techno chuffed back, refusal-bad-caretaker.

Phil stared at him and let off a submission rattle a bit more intense. Just 'slightly'. SUBMIT-NOW-FLEDGLING!

Techno whined and tilted his head back when Phil grabbed his throat after. Sorry-Caretaker-Bad-Fledgling.

Phil huffed and embraced his son with his wings, "I am sorry Techno for doubting you, if you want we can keep an eye on him other than that you need to let it go."

Techno nodded in his father embrace. He was feeling a bit sleepy after that instinct shamble. 

Saw this and guided him to his bed, they could move to the nest later. 

Chapter Text

Tommy made his way into the office. He was a bit shocked if he was honest. Owning an apartment building, he expected the office to be a bit better. The office was dingy. The oak desk was chipped and somewhat ruined. The office chair was missing a few parts. Over all it looked like a piece of literal shit. 

Wilbur on the other hand was like a deer in the headlights. 

Did Tommy forget to mention that the room was covered in Orpheus fan art?

Tommy snorted, "Fan of siren Wil?"

Wilbur was silent for a second and then spoke with hesitance, "You could say that."

Tommy glanced at Bad, he was weird-looking. He had to be a cross of a demon type. He reminded him of someone but it was someone he couldn't quite remember. Must be nerves or something.   

Wilbur finally coughed and stuck his hand out to Bad, "Hi, I am Wilbur Innit and I am the guardian of Tommy Innit."

Bad took his hand and shook it lightly, "I am Bad, I own this building."

Bad gestured to the seats about falling apart, "Take a seat!"

They talked for a few hours and signed some documents. Stuff about emancipation and other boring legal stuff. 

"I believe that is all the paperwork! Any questions for me?" Bad said in a very chipper voice.

Tommy immediately blurted, "Why does your office look like a wild animal went haywire?"

Tommy turned a shade of bright pink while Bad laughed, " I don't believe anything is wrong with what I have in here if anything. Everything functions the way it should, so why replace it?"

Wilbur face palmed, "Tommy you can't just blurt things out like that."

Tommy looked down in shame, "Sorry."

Bad looked at them, "Don't worry about it! I would have asked the same questions."

Bad turned around and grabbed a few keys thar unlocked a locker. He took a pair of keys out and handed them to Tommy.

"These are your apartment keys! It should be on the top floor with two doors down from the stairs," Bad said with a smile.

Tommy nodded, "Thank you."

"Of course it was a pleasure to meet you guys!"

"Likewise," Wilbur replied. If Tommy didn't know better it would have sounded legit but if he was being honest there was an underlying tone to it. 

They walked out of the office and walked to the stairs. They reached the platform before the stairs went up or down. 

They stared at each other awkwardly until Tommy spoke up, "Thank you for doing this for me."

Wilbur looked at Tommy, "I would do it anytime," Wilbur took a breath, "Even though your a gremlin, your pretty fun to hang out with."

Tommy nodded and hummed in agreement, "I know, I am just the most poggers person ever." 

"Poggers-"

"It means amazing, outstanding, extraordinary, best-"

Wilbur clocked him over the head, "Thank you for enlightening me."

Tommy glared at him, "Not poggers, not at all."

Wilbur laughed, "What are you doing for the rest of the night?"

"What are you a creep?"

"No! I am just trying to invite you over for dinner."

"Trying to kidnap me Soot?"

"Not kidnapping if I am your 'brother' is it?"

Tommy looked at him, "Dude your brother wants me dead, and we have only known each other for what a week?"

"He doesn't hate you he is just over-protective,"

"Over-protective my ass! Even if he was what about the fact I've known you for only a week!" 

"That's long enough." 

"No its not." Tommy said deadpanned.

"Buttttt Tommyyyyyyyyyyyy!" He whined throwing his body on his, effectively making Tommy slouch.

"No, I said no Wilbur"

"I'll give you the leftovers!'

"Tempting but your like 40-"

Wilbur gasped offendedly, "I AM 23!"

"Damn balding already at 23?"

"I am wounded Tommy," Wilbur went on with his theater kid performance before Tommy's words clicked, "I AM NOT BALDING!

"I am sorry but with that hairline-"

"Tommy I am not-" Wilbur gasped and launched himself off Tommy, "You're distracting me!"

Tommy laughed. Wilbur smiled softly, Tommy's laugh might be annoying and loud but it looked like a lot of stress lifted off of him. He looked a lot younger just from that.

Tommy stopped laughing and looked at him, "Fine, I will come but if your brother tries to or does murder me you owe me or my roommates money or endless food."

"Deal." Wilbur said with a satisfying smirk
...

Phil heard his phone buzz

Possessive Son

I'm bringing a guest for dinner! Tell Techno to not try to kill him! Also, make extra I promised him a lot of leftovers!

Broody Nester

What do you mean you're bringing someone over? 

Wilbur?

WILBUR!

Chapter Text

"Wilburrrrrr, how much farther?!" Tommy whined. Wasn't Wilbur rich or something like that. Doesn't he have a personal driver? 

"We are literally like 3 blocks away, calm it child." Wilbur was getting thoroughly annoyed at the moment. The kid has been complaining since Wilbur has mentioned food.

In Wilbur's defense, the kid was a twig how could he not want to feed the kid more. 

Wilbur pondered in his own thoughts while Tommy was having a nervous break-down. Internally of course, it was a very manly breakdown if he had anything to say about it. How would one react to going to an old person's house with their brother that wants him dead? Also what about habits he couldn't just break those and_

"my! Tommy!" Wilbur was trying to get his attention, he must've zoned out.

"Sorry Big Man, I must've zoned out and stuff.

"Its fine sunshine," Tommy turned a bit pink at the nickname, "We are here though."

Tommy nodded in acknowledgement. He began to head inside a pace or two behind him.

To say it was very tense when he walked inside was an understatement. When he and Wilbur got there he saw Anger Issues and Bird Brain sitting at the table with food waiting patiently. The food not have been taken off of the little gas fires underneath the tin items rich pricks. 

"We are here!" Wilbur announced walking into the kitchen after kicking off his trainers.

Tommy already kicked his trainers off followed behind Wilbur with his head hanging low and delaying his steps as long as possible. Of course all this did was delay the inevitable. 

"Dad I want you to meet Tommy! Tommy, Phil. Phil, Tommy."

Tommy looked up and waved at him, "Hello."

Phil looked at him with a bright smile, "Hello mate, thanks for joining us for dinner."

"Not like I had much of a choice anyways," Tommy mumbled. 

"What was that?" 

"Nothing, ignore me," Tommy said with an awkward chuckled.

Techno's glare bore into Tommy's soul.

Tommy shrunk back.

"Feelin' guilt yet?" Techno said with a very discreet smirk. 

Tommy return his glare and stared Techno down, "I have nothing to be guilty about, unlike you," Tommy decided to tag on, "Bitch."

Techno's fist curled into firsts, "Yeah right. Vermin."

"At least I didn't attack a minor."

"Oh so now you admit your a child!" Wilbur interrupted.

"Only when it is convenient," Tommy replied with a smirk.

Phil bursts out laughing, "I haven't heard that one before mate."

"I'm unique like that," Tommy said waving his hand around and putting it on his hip with sass. 

Techno rolled his eyes, "When you turn that USB in to whoever you are turning that into," Techno said leaning forward in his seat resting his head on his hands, "I will be the first to hunt you." 

"Techno that's enough!." Phil hissed out at Techno, "I am sorry about him Tommy."

"Don't be," Tommy smiled and turn his attention to Techno, "Because he has no idea what in the hell he is talking about." 

Tommy and Techno stare at each other unblinking for at the minimum of 5 minutes.

"Sooooo lets eat?" Wilbur cut in after a while of awkward tension .

Tommy nodded, "Sure, where do you want me to sit?" Taking his glare away from Techno and switching his persona almost instantly. 

"Where do you want to sit?" Phil asked.

"Anywhere besides next to piss face over there," Tommy said point his thumb at Techno.

Phil got up and sat next to Techno, "You and Wil can sit next to each other."

Once they all got settled into the chairs, with Tommy on the seat closest on the left near the door, Techno on the opposite side of him, and Phil across from Wilbur. 

"Alright," Phil claps his hands together, "Dig in!"

Tommy sat there and took a deep breath. He grabbed a plate and looked at all the food. He can't stomach anything heavy at the moment. So he goes for the cooked potatoes, fruits and cashews.

Tommy stared at his plate for a while. 

"Is everything alright sunshine?" Wilbur asked.

Tommy nodded timidly.

"Mate, do you not like the food? I can make you something else." Phil offered.

"No!" Tommy yelped, "Sorry, I mean no, the food is wonderful really. Its just weird that's all!"

"What's weird?" Techno said with a smug look. "Is there something like instincts, habits or you know hybrid things interfering?" 

Tommy knew exactly what Techno was doing. It was scary he was right. His instincts wouldn't stop screaming!

CLEAN IT

ITS FILTHY

GET SOME WATER

WIPE IT OFF?

DO SOMETHING?

DIRTY

DIRTY!

DIRTY!!

Tommy shook his head, "Nothing like that, I just don't get to see this much food all the time." Tommy lied through his teeth.

"Is that so?" Techno started, "If that is true why haven't you touched the fish? IF you claim to be a calico cat, you would be all over that."

Tommy fucking knew it. He knew that damn fish was a set up, "You do realize all cats like fish is a myth right?"

"Sure it is Tommy," Techno chuckled menacingly, "Just like how you're eating only fruits and berries? So cat like of you"

Tommy winced at that, "Stay in your lane Techno." Tommy spoke with a flat tone.  

Tommy then fought his instincts and shoved the food into his mouth, staring at Techno the whole time. 

He felt like he was going to throw up. This is why he didn't eat. All he did was waste food. 

"Impressive," Techno stared at him, "Not many people have the ability to fight instincts." Techno said while reaching across the table towards Tommy.

Tommy responded appropriately and picked up his knife and stabbed the table right in-between Techno's fingers. 

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up." Tommy snarled.

Techno stared at Tommy eyes wide. Clearly realizing he has pushed the boys limits. He retreats back to his plate keeping his eyes fixated on his food and eats.

Tommy huffs with satisfactory, "Sorry about the table Phil," Tommy said while awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

"This table has been through worse, mate" Phil said with a laugh," Trust me, you did what you needed to do."

Tommy smiled, "Oh okay. May I use your guys restroom?"

"Of course its right down the hall."

Tommy smiled and excused himself and ran right into the restroom.

(Warning: Severe triggering ed up ahead)

Tommy opened the toilet and started puking the contents of what he ate. 

He knew he shouldn't have pushed his instincts that far. He knew he would waste food! Why did he accept the offer to eat here. He is so stupid! How could he-

Knock Knock

"Hey, Tommy you alright in there?" It was just Wilbur.

"Yeah I am fine. I just need a bit of a break from that." Tommy said quickly composing himself. He then flushed the toilet and washed his hands.

"You sure you are okay?" Wilbur asked, "You look a bit pale." 

"Can we not right now?" Tommy pleaded.

When dinner finished Tommy went home with three big bags of left overs.

"Thank you so much Phil for the left overs but I swear this is too much!" Tommy said exasperated.

"Don't worry about it mate! It's the least we could do for the behavior of Techno's tonight." Phil said with an apologetic smile. 

"If you say so," Tommy said unsure.

"Are you sure you don't want a walk or drive home?" Wilbur has been complaining for the past hour about how its too late for Tommy to be alone outside. 

"I'll be fine Wil! Its only like 11:30 pm I've walked home later." Tommy said rolling his eyes.

"Find, bye Tommy." Wilbur said while hugging Tommy burying his face into his curls.

"Goodbye Wil."

Tommy then walked out the door, not before flipping off a fuming pink haired bitch. 

As Tommy walked home he couldn't help but feel as if he accomplished something, even if it was little, he felt a bit better about himself. He has a new apartment that he and his roommates will move into next thing tomorrow. He started to rush back home. Not wanting to be mugged

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"I'm home!' Tommy yelled out as he walked in the door.

"Thank Prime," Tubbo said walking out of his bedroom, "Where have you been?"

"I thought I messaged you?" Tommy sighed, "I was eating out with a friend. "

"You have another friend then us?" Ranboo piped up.

"Shut it boobboy. Of course I do. I am Tommy, I have the best charisma and"

"I get it tommy" Ranboo groaned hand sliding down his face in despair, "What you got there?" 

"I brought left overs."

"WHY DIDN"T YOU SAY THAT BEFORE?!" Tubbo screamed while tackling Tommy.

"I tried-," Tommy whimpered, "EASY ON THE LEG!"

"NOW YOU'RE WHINNING ABOUT IT?"

"YES CAUSE THAT HURT!"

"YOU HAVEN'T COMPLAINED IN LIKE A MONTH!"

"CAUSE I WAS BUSY!"

"BULLSHIT!"

Ranboo groaned saved the food and left to the kitchen.

Tommy was currently getting bandaged up because some dumb ram decided they would ram him and think it wouldn't pierce his arm. 

Oh wait that ram is also his roommate.

Damn it.

"How was your dinner with your friend Tommy?" 

"It was good." Tommy quipped back short and quickly.

"Well that was quite dry. Wanna tell me what happened there." 

"Blood God was a prick."

"WAIT THE BLLOD GOD?" Ranboo yelped when he got elbowed by Tommy.

"Quiet or tubbo will hear you" Tommy hissed, "Yes, The Blade. I am friends with his brother Orpheus".

"You know their identities?" Ranboo whispered loudly.

"Of course I do. I went and stole information off their damn computer that night." Tommy snapped back.

"You didn't tell us it was the Syndicate!" 

"You wouldn't have let me go!" Tommy growled.

Ranboo tightened the bandaged and tied it off, "No shit sherlock. Do you know the type of trouble that you could get in for know this information?"

"Drop it Ranboo" Tommy sighed.

"We will come back to this"

Just as the conversation ended Tubbo walked in.

"Bedtime I am tired as fuck."

"Agreed," Tommy and ranboo said at the same time

 (I know wshort but Im busy ok)

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Picked up an item and put it into the bag. 

"FUCK THIS" Tommy screamed while kicking the bag over. 

"Tommy, you've been at this for 50 minutes. Just put the items in the bag!" Tubbo said in an aggravated manner.

"You don't understand! The gold. It has to be protected, it can't just be left unprotected." Tommy said, hands shaking while eyes slightly dilated. 

"Tommy you will be holding it on your back the whole time," Ranboo tried to reason.

"But it might be scratched while being transported." Tommy claimed as his claws started to extend around the gold.

They all knew how precious that gold was to tommy. It was the only piece of gold he has ever owned. 

Tommy was walking by a jeweler. He stared longing at a golden necklace. It wasn't necessarily because it was gold. Yes that was part of it but it was mainly because it shone with an eye-catching glimmer.

He walked in and asked how much it was. He only had a 100 pounds That he picked-pocketed the old couple for so there was no way that he could afford it.

"5,000 pounds," The jeweler said.

At those words Tommy almost cried. He wanted it so badly. He sighed and held back tears, "Dang I only have a hundred," Tommy looked down feeling ashamed, "Sorry for wasting your time." Tommy said politely and he walked out.

There was shouting behind him, "Kid, come back!" 

Tommy spun around and looked at the jeweler in a blue hoodie and black hair, "You really liked this didn't you?"

Tommy nodded, "Yeah, its just basic instinct though. I am really sorry to disturb you, I'll leave faster if you want, I didn't mean to,-" Tommy rambled his eyes shutting and he started curling in on himself while shaking.

He didn't realize the man walking towards him. The man grabbed Tommy's hand, "Hey it's alright. Take it." The man said while giving Tommy the necklace.

Tommy's eyes snapped open, his first reaction was to try to pull away, not quite realizing what happened. The man rubbed Tommy's wrist in comforting circles waiting for him to calm down. 

Tommy looked at his hand and his eyes welled with tears, realizing the man was giving him the piece, "S-sir, I can't take this!" Tommy spoke softly with a whine to chase it.

"Nonsense, most people don't like this gold necklace," The jeweler sighed.

Tommy's eyes snapped his eyes to his, "Why?""

"This gold piece," The man began with a gentle tone while holding up the necklace, "it has impurities. It was manufactured and got tampered with," The man said in distraught, he looked up and sighed "It really is tainting the business with having a piece for no reason but to show what other gold pieces are better," The man looked back down at Tommy, "You have a better use for it than we do. Take it. You look like you need it."

Tommy looked through teary eyes, "Y-you mean it?"

"Of course," The man said smiling softly.

Tommy then hugged the man.

Tommy clenched it in his hands, "I can't let it be hurt."

"What if you wear it?" Ranboo said.

"What if someone tries to steal it? What if someone successfully steals it?" Tommy's voiced wavered while he spoke.

"Hide it underneath your shirt and hoodie then. That wat if we do get mugged or robbed you will keep it on you." Tubbo suggested.

Tommy nodded and clasped the necklace around his neck, "Y-yeah that will work for now."

Ranboo ran his hand along his arm in a comforting manner, "We will go to the new apartment and try our best to make it quick."

Tommy nodded while trying to get away from Ranboo's touch. 

Ranboo realized his mistake moments later, "Oh my gosh. I am so sorry Tommy I didn't mean to. It was a habit."

"Its okay Ran," Tommy reassured with a weak smile, "Lets get going I have would in an hour and a half. I can't be late, my manager will shoot me this time."

They all groaned and head their way out of the apartment.

On the walk there, they all had one thing in mind. How the hell are they going to keep up with the new apartment rent?

If they were all being honest they didn't know. Tommy figured he'd pick up some more very legal jobs, maybe search for a better place than McDonalds. Ranboo would probably over-work himself and so would Tubbo.

Why are you so selfish?

They are suffering while you get to go play hopscotch?

Friends hurt?

Friends hurt cause of you.

Bad.

BAD!

Must do more.

Tsk.

Tsk.

Tsk.

Tsk.

Tsk.

Tsk.

Tommy knew they were right, he would later get on his computer and get more of those advertisements going.

He shook it off and continued to his new apartment the USB weighing heavily in his pocket.

"I know it is!" Phil slight shouted. He wasn't know for raising his voice but his son was pissing him off.

"Phil you don't understand," Techno snorted, "He is obviously a raccoon hybrid."

"Techno for the last time, just because he didn't eat meat this time doesn't mean he is lying." Phil hissed.

" Sure. Just like how cats are allergic to nuts, fruits and most vegetables. He didn't eat meat! If he wasn't lying he would have been all over the meat!" Techno snarled.

Phil sat there astonished, "Cats are allergic to nuts and fruits?" 

"And most vegetables," Techno added.

Techno saw Phil's brain turning. He stood there in triumph. He knew he hit something when he pointed out facts, that Phil apparently didn't know.

"Techno," Phil started, trying to find words to defend Tommy, "Just because he lied about what hybrid he was doesn't mean he is a raccoon."

"Then explain the smell of vomit after he left the dinner table for the restroom." Techno stare bore into Phil's eyes.

"I-" A shaky breath, "Let's not take it too far okay? We can try out your theory but if it wrong," Phil begun with a hint of darkness to it, "So help me Techno, you will apologize to the boy. You will make an effort to actually like him. You will make an effort to make him forgive you. Understood"

Techno smiled, "I understand." 

Chapter Text

Tommy was stressed out.  Was it a good reason to be stressed out? No.

Did he care? 

Also no, eh maybe a little bit.

His roommate has been trying to sleep for the past hour and a half. 

Short answer, said roommate as not gotten an ounce of sleep.

Long answer...

"STOP IT FOR PRIME SAKES TOMMY!"

"ITS NOT RIGHT THOUGH!"

"FOR FUCKS SAKES ITS NOT THE PROPER NEST!"

"BUT IT NEEDS TO BE IN THE RIGHT ORDER!"

"DO IT IN THE MORNING!"

"I WON'T BE ABLE TO SLEEP THEN!"

"JUST CAUSE YOU CAN"T FUCKING SLEEP OVER F.U.R.N.I.T.U.R.E DOESN'T MEAN WE ALL HAVE TO LOOSE SLEEP!" 

"WELL THEN THATS NOT FAIR IF I CAN'T SLEEP AND YOU CAN BECAUSE YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND THE DANGERS!!"

"THE DANGERS OF WHAT TOMMY?! THE FUCKING FURNITURE COMING UP AND SUFFOCATING ME BECAUSE IT DIDN'T LIKE WHERE IT WAS PLACED?"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP! IT JUST NEEDS TO BE IN A CERTAIN ORDER!"

"HOW CAN THERE BE A CERTAIN ORDER IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK THAT ORDER IS?!?!"

"I CAN JUST FEEL IT IN MY BONES!"

"YOU'RE REARRANGING THINGS AROUND LIKE YOU'RE A DAMN BIRD WITH CHICKS!"

"THAT IS INSULTING YOU BITCH!"

"GO TO BED!"

"I'M FUCKING NOCTURNAL!"

"THEN GO DO A FUCKING ADVERTISEMENT OR SOMETHING!"

"FUCK YOU."

This all happened as Ranboo sat in the corner hands over his ears rocking back and forth. 

It also happened to be how Tommy is sitting outside his apartment door with a laptop and his ringtail suit crumpled in his lap. 

He flipped open his laptop and started searching for jobs.

Kill -

Nope

Assassinate -

Nope.

Thats how it went for an hour.

"Fuck it." Tommy mumbled.

He closed everything up and used his key to unlock the door. He pushed his stuff inside the apartment, barely enough that he could shut the door, grabbed his hoodie then shut the door fully and then locked it. 

He turned around put his hood up and put a dollar store wired earbud into his ear.

Only the left ear, he didn't want to get kidnapped or something... (😐)

He then proceed to try and take the elevator. 

How did he think that it would operate? 

He walked down the never ending stairs, pushed off open the lobby doors and waved to the person tending the front counter on his way out.

Hey, the guy might not even being paid enough and he didn't want to make the guy feel shittier. 

Tommy hummed to his song as he took a walk. 

He didn't quite know where he was going he just couldn't stand being cooped up for so long. 

He took a left on a field and continued walking. 

Corn fields are a pain but he didn't feel like walking around it. 

He then felt eyes on him. 

He stopped in a clearing of the corn field. Suddenly remembering,

He has the fucking USB in his hoodie. 

He was dimly lit by a scarecrow who had an electric candle in his hands. 

He looked around frantically trying to find out who the fuck was staring at him.

He was hopping, no begging, it was just a farmer. 

But why would that be his luck?

He heard rustling. His head snapped to the right of him. He crouched down grabbing his pocket knife and flicking it open. 

"Who are you!? Come out you motherfucker!" Tommy screamed.

He was praying it was an animal and that he scared it off. 

Thats when a green looking guy came out of the bushes.

"Well, if it isn't a child."

"Not a child you fucker. What do you want."

"Oh Thomas that's not very nice of you."

That made Tommy's brain short circuit.

"H-how do you know my name?" Tommy muttered uneasily.

"Oh Thomas. I know a lot about you. I know that you're 16." The green fucker said as he took a step forward.

"I am not 16. I am 18. My documents say so." Tommy said clenching his teeth and taking a step back.

"Oh but Thomas, or how about your birthname?" The green bitch smiled, "Theseus."

Tommy's eyes snapped open, wide with fear and horror, "No-nobody knows that you sick fuck! Don't fucking call me that you ass!"

The green fucker then threw a rock at Tommy, hitting him across the cheek, "Manners, Theseus. I won't ask nicely again."

Tommy scoffed, "That was nicely?!" The green bitch's head angled downwards and tilted to the right in a warning way, "Sorry Man! Jeez."

"Thank you, Theseu-"

"Tommy. Please just call me Tommy."

The green man clicked his tongue, "Next time let me finish, Tommy. I'll allow it this time."

Tommy felt as if he was 2 again. Being scolded like a child, but he also felt as if this guy was dangerous. He had an unsettling feeling in his gut. 

"Now as I was saying. Tommy, you are running from CPS for over 4 years, you are 16 years old with fake documents claiming you are 18 and graduated with a high school diploma, you have 2 roommate, Ranboo and Tubbo Underscore-"

Tommy opened his mouth to start a threat and the green grass stared him down and Tommy effectively shut it. 

"You have robbed multiple peoples houses, illegally are working at 3 jobs, those 3 jobs being McDonalds, Niki's Bakery, and a bar-"

"Okay! I get it! I get it! Sorry for cutting you off but I fucking get it. You know everything. Get to the fucking point." Tommy whisper screamed out, holding back a whimper. 

"Tommy, you accepted that trade mark that day."

Tommy's eyes flew open in horror. 

"You never completed what-"

"Well what do we have here?"

Tommy flew forward towards the green guy.

There standing was The Blade, Pink Bitch, or whatever you want to call him. His long pink braid with gold stands flowing in the slight breeze, piglin featured face secured safely with a boar mask, his ears and tail standing out greatly. His tusks were huge and covered by his mask, muscular build hidden behind a golden entwined poet shirt, which makes no mistake is amazing armor tailored to look like normal clothes, his pants a jet black with lots of gold sewn into it, his cape red and white at the tuffs, the only piece of his outfit not at all golden traced, people say that it used to be all white, stained with the blood of his enemies, hands covered in a black thin cloth, enough to conceal fingerprints of course laced in gold, his boots being a black about calf height to help with stability and finally, his axe and sword lay comfortably on either side of his hips. To add a little bit to the fear factor, he was ambidextrous, with the ability to use both hands equally, he could block and swipe at you with either side just as easily. The most horrifying thing about his whole outfit? It all glows a slight purple color, showing the carefully crafted enchantments lacing all the clothes. Each customer tailored. 

"A kid being harassed by a green Teletubby?" The Blade snorted, "Really a new low Somia."

Somia scoffed, "This kid is hardly a kid infact he-" Tommy curled in on himself, he is so going to jail.

"Criminally changed his records big whoop. I heard the whole thing." 

Somia with drew his sword. The Blade then grabbed Tommy and put the kid behind him.

"Really Somia? This has to be tonight? In front of a kid as well?"

"I am not leaving without that kid," Somia growled, "So, no better time than the present am I right?

The Blade grunted, rolled his eyes and drew his sword in his right hand and his axe in his left, "I guess not."

The Blade then charged at Somia. 

Somia charged at The Blade. 

Then Somia faked left and then went right and went straight for Tommy. 

Chapter Text

Tommy looked horrified. The end of the blade coming straight towards his gut.

Tommy knew he had to move, he would’ve ended up butchered. 

Although if he moved, deflected it like he has been doing his whole life, that would put the target on his back.

And he did not want the target of The Blade on his back. 

He already had him coming after him in civilian form, he did not need to have both of them trying to kill him. 

Tommy grimaced, he had 2 choices and these 2 choices ended horribly.

Tommy closed his eyes, waiting for the impact. He made his choice, he would be impaled, better to be stabbed than deal with treason…

Right?

Tommy felt as the sword poked at the beginning of his midsection. He felt as the blade slowly pierced through his skin entering his stomach. There was only about an inch in before he opened his eyes in pain and saw The Blade lurch at Somia. 

Somia was quick to react though, clearly expecting such a reaction, twisting the sword barely missing Tommy’s vital organs, pushing Tommy onto his shoulder, and running.

Tommy screamed. Tommy thrashed, Somia’s swords only cutting deeper into Tommy.

Tommy was over Somia’s shoulder with the flat of the blade resting against Somia, while still impaled into Tommy.

He felt every step, breath, and jostling of the blade inside him. It was agonizing, he felt it slosh around causing more internal bleeding.

He could actually ignore most of it, if it weren’t for the fact he could see the Blade thundering after them. Hair billowing in the artificial wind.

The harder part? 

He knew who that was. 

He knew that he was Techno.  

He knows that he was 23 years old.

He knows he was a piglin-phantom hybrid.

He knows that his brother is Wilbur Soot.

He knows Wilbur is Orpheus.

He knows that Orpheus is his twin brother.

He knows where he lives. 

He knows his father is Phil.

He knows his father is Zephyrus .

He knows so much about his life, yet nothing at all. 

He knows he's a Greek mythology nerd, Wilbur didn’t shut up about it.

Wilbur is a musician.

Phil is a loving father. 

Yet, Tommy was about to ruin everything for them. 

With a simple USB. 

The USB.

Tommy screamed as he reached past his hoodie and into his pocket, jostling the sword.

He grabbed the USB, twisting it in his hands, and he made his decision.

“CATCH!” Tommy cried out as he threw the USB towards the Blade. He watched as it flew in the air, tainted with a bit of blood.

He knew that if he ever were to show his face to the Watson’s they would hate him. 

He came to terms with it as he watched the Blade stumble and catch it in mid-air. The Blade faltered in his tracks.

Eyes wider than he has ever seen, his eyes snapped up to Tommy.

“I’m so sorry Techno” Tommy mouthed towards Techno.

Tommy watched as the Blade got his legs to work again.

“TOMMY!” The Techno screamed.

Tommy gave him a weary smile, he was feeling a bit dizzy. Probably blood loss. He finally looked away, when had they left the corn field?

Somia got so far from him from the little stumble.

He couldn’t remember. He looked back up in a last-ditch effort to regain his surroundings and possible bearings. Somia got so far from him from the little stumble he had. He wanted to scream for Techno, anyone to be honest.

But he couldn’t. Everything was spinning, he felt like throwing up. He could only focus on one thing, as he was passing out due to blood loss. 

He could see Techno running at him as fast as he could, but he could tell.

The Blade would lose this chase…

And so would Techno

Chapter Text

Somia slammed open a door to the warehouse and hurried inside, “Blaze, 404 hurry downstairs quickly!” Somia exclaimed as he heaved the kid off his shoulder and onto the beaten up couch. 

Blaze thundered down the stairs, in only his mask, “What’s going on?” Blaze commented while out of breath from running down a flight of stairs.

404 walked out of the guest room plagued with sleep, “Yeah," 404 yawned, "what's the big commotion, why can’t we just go home?”

Somia just stared at them. These are his friends. These morons. Aren't villains supposed to be observant? That's what he thought.

Can’t they see they dying child in front of him? He never meant to actually try and kill the kid but at this rate the kid might actually die from his friends stupidity. 

“Do you not see the kid?” Somia stared at them incredulously. 

They looked down and peered over the couch and gradually got closer.

“Ah, when did he get here?” Sapnap started.

“YOU IMBECILE-”

Techno slammed open the house door, “PHIL!”

He slammed the door shut running through the house ripping open doors while flickering the lights on.

He ripped his mask off and threw it on the couch. He unclasped his very heavy cloak and draped it on the coat hanger and then continued his mission to find his father.

Techno looked up, “Phil,” Techno said with a hint of anxiety in his voice, “I was right.”

“You were right about what mate?” Phil said, disoriented, clearly still quite out of it with the way he is rubbing at his eyes. 

“Tommy was a raccoon. Tommy was the thief,” Techno started to say in distress.

“Techno, wouldn’t you be happy? You’ve done nothing but deny the any type of care kid, and do I even dare say you hated him?”

“Phil, you should’ve been there,” Techno began as he wrung out his hands, an anxious habit he’s never gotten out of, “He was hurt, badly and I just-”

Techno choked on his own words. It was so painfully obvious that he was still processing whatever happened. 

Phil looked flabbergasted. His son, shocked? Okay fine, it happens over his family , this is some random kid, nonetheless his other son’s friend. All he remembers is how much he wanted him dead or imprisoned. This was unusual behavior, if this was anyone else Techno would be overjoyed right now. Why is it different?

Phil's expression changed suddenly. One would say suspicion. Something wasn’t adding up. It was almost like he was missing a crucial piece of a puzzle.

“Techno, is there something you're not telling me?” Phil accused with his arm crossed and leaned slightly to one foot, completing the 'I'm going to be disappointed look'

Techno looked up at him with a glimpse of guilt, almost like Atlas, holding the weight of the world on his two shoulders.

“Someone got him,” Techno admitted to his father. 

“Techno.” Phil grabbed his arms he folded firmly, something was seriously wrong. He looked at his son, “Spit it out.”

"Somia got him.” Techno said, his voice cracking. 

Somia wasn’t always an awful being. He used to be a normal kid. He loved school, hated homework. Went outside to play with his two best friends, Blaze and 404. He would go out for picnics with his mum and dad. He loved football, hotdogs and crisps. He used to roll around in the dirt getting his trousers all dirtied up for his mother to scold him about his cleanliness. 

He was a fairly average kid with an average household. 2 parents, a loving mother and a loving father. He had a little sister. They would quarrel but that was typical sibling rivalry. Who didn’t fight with her siblings. His real name was Clay. He liked his name, even though it sounded like the material used for pottery, he didn’t mind. He loved pottery. He made dozens of pots and cups.

He grew up like every other kid. Moved from kids clothing to teen clothing and went to middle school. That's where it started heading south. He wasn't, let's say, the most respected kid. In fact he was bullied. They made fun of his name and face without a problem. It hurt that they would pick on him for things he used to be proud of, and said it so easily. 

One day mid-school day. It was an ordinary day, he was in math about to take a test. It was then when he was out of class and escorted to the principal's office. That would of been fine, maybe he got in trouble. No, they asked him to bring his stuff, so something seriously was wrong. Once he arrived at the principal's office he was told to sit down. He sat there fidgeting waiting for someone to say something instead of just staring at him like a kicked puppy. As much as they wanted to decrease his anxiety, this only increased his anxiety. He couldn't even get an idea of what's wrong. Every time he asked, they told him “Just wait please.” It felt like a never ending cycle. That was until a phone call rang so loudly it broke the awkward tension. 

The principal answered it swiftly. They talked for a few minutes and the principal had tears brimming his eyes. Clay was abnormally observant for a kid like him, some would be quite scared. Except this time he was scared. He wished he wasn't so observant somedays, this was one of them. Now he sat there waiting for an answer because he couldn't finish his observation without the call's info. 

“Clay,” the principal began, reaching and pulling his hands into the principals, “Your parents, they got into a serious accident.”

“W-what?” Clay spoke breathlessly, his eyes widening in shock. 

“They got into a car accident.” The principal repeated, choking on his own words, “and they didn’t make it.”

Clay sat there in complete silence.

“They passed away, I am sorry for keeping you here but we had to wait for an answer before we could tell you.”

“W-who did they get into the accident with…” Clay whispered.

“Pardon?” The principal questioned.

“I said,” Clay said angrily, grasping the principal's hands into a painful hold, “WHO DID THEY GET INTO THE ACCIDENT WITH!” He yelled and stood up angrily still grasping the principal's arm aggressively. 

“A hero was fighting a villain earlier today and your parents happened to be driving just out of the safe zone and rubble landed on their car from the fight. They couldn’t tell who threw it though, but after the rubble was thrown a car smashed into them from behind,” The principal said with a somber tone, “I am so sorry for your loss Clay.”

Clay sat there, angry. The heroes took away his mother and father, but it could be the villains fault right? They said they didn’t know. At least he has his sister. Oh Prime, his sister!

Clay paled and slammed himself into his seat, releasing some of the strength he put on his principals hands, “My sister, is she okay?” He croaked out, tears threatening to spill. 

The principal nodded, “She is.”

Clay sighed in relief and finally let the tears spill.

Clay was then guided out to a police car where he was taken to his sister's school.

He watched as his sister came out bawling. Clay hurriedly took of his safety belt and got out of the vehicle and ran and hugged her. They sat there for a few minutes until the officer called him to get back in the vehicle. He proceeded to picked her up and carried her to the car, where she passed out in his arms from grief. He felt awful and it was worse he couldn't do anything to change it. He knew he had to do one thing, he can't fail her too. 

They were then eventually placed in foster care. He was at least grateful they got to stick together. He had to transfer schools but this time he changed. For the better or worse is to be determined. Clay took handling grief through exercise and strengthening. He vowed to protect his sister. When he went to school he wore a mask concealing his face. It was time to start fresh, he was not about to repeat last year. He changed his name and was now called Dream at school. He wore a hoodie and jeans. His mask was just a black KN95 mask with glasses. 

His goal was to keep his sister safe, meaning he had to change himself to make sure nobody knew her. He couldn’t explain why it mattered that they didn’t know him. He just didn’t want anything he did to reflect on her. He didn't want his actions to have an impact on her. He would fail at protecting her then.

He was staying in an elderly home with just him and his sister. He asked the couple if he could go out with his sister and go on a picnic with his best friends Nick and George. They laid out the blanket and started talking about life. They told him to take the mask off and which he did, after a lot of convincing. 

“Dream, why did you change your name?” Nick inquired, George hummed in agreement. 

“Because Clay had bad things associated with it,” Dream commented back.

“But why ‘Dream' specifically?” George spoke finally after a while. 

“My parents used to tell me all about their dreams and kept telling me to keep dreaming.” Dream chuckled with a hint of sorrow, “I couldn’t name myself ‘Dreams’ or ‘Dreaming’ so I settled with ‘Dream’.” 

The two nodded, “Good choice.” Nick said. It then went to a comfortable silence.

His sister got up to go pick some flowers to dress up the picnic. Dream sighed in relief at the feeling of fresh air for a long time. He looked over happy as he watched his sister giggling with the flowers and bees. 

Dream looked up to see a hero, Death’s Angel, deflected the spear from a villain, watching as it plummeted down straight towards his sister.

He got up and ran to try and tackle her, he can’t lose another family member. Not again.

“DRISTA!” Dream screamed at the top of his lungs.

But he was too late. He watched as she turned her head towards her name. He watched it hit her skull and split her right down the middle. He heard the deafening silence except for his sister screaming to her death.  He felt as if that was his whole world shattering. He felt crushed the moment he knew there was no fixing her. Brain injuries were certain death. Especially ones that rip part of your brain. 

He felt tear tracks run down his face as he finally made it to his dead little sister. He lifted her into his lap and looked at her with disbelief.

“Drista, I am so sorry!” He cried, and screamed. 

He felt hands brush his back as his friends came to hug him. Nick pulled him away from his sister with minimum effort. George held him as he balled his eyes out. They all knew this was Dream's breaking point. They had to be gentle with broken pieces to not get sliced afterall.

Nick after a few moment decided, maybe his friend shouldn't be staring at his mangled sister's corpse then proceeded to pick up his best friend's little sister and lay her in a bush. The same bush she just picked flowers from.  

“Nick, come pick flowers with me!” Drista enthusiastically yelled.

“Not right now Drista! I am eating!’ Nick responded and Drista pouted, continuing to pick flowers.

If he had just gone with her, would she still be here?

“Nick-”

Nick flinched violently, “No.”

“No?” George questioned, “You haven’t heard what I had to say?”

“No, don't call me that. I don’t like the name Nick anymore.”

George nodded and understood, something as drastic as this could be trauma and can cause rash reactions. George knew Nick would probably change his name as well.  He couldn’t put a pin exactly what but he knew it would be something new.  

“ Erm, Please help me bring Dream to the hideout. He passed out.”

Nick stood there for a second, thinking of names right now was probably the worst decision but he came to a conclusion, "Sapnap," Sapnap said without explanation.

George looked at him with a hint of recognition, "Sapnap, help me bring Dream to the hideout, I don't want to loose him to the fight too. 

Sapnap nodded and helped heave Dream's body over his shoulder.

They had an unspoken truce that heroes were ignorant, what type of heroes don't even check on the victim they just killed?

Although, if they stayed behind one more second, they would of seen a very distraught hero trying to stop them and apologize.

Once the two helped get Dream to the hideout, they laid on the couch across from Dream. They didn’t want to wake him up, but time flew by and they were more anxious about him waking up than him sleeping too long. They were more scared he wouldn't wake up.

Eventually Dream got up on his own once his body processed the amount of grief. He eventually came back to his sense and recognized what had happened. To say the least, he was livid. He shot up and then ran around. George and Sapnap watched as he was rummaging around the hideout. The other two didn’t even question him. They watched as he buzzed around looking for certain things. They were scared but tried not to show it as they were scared the anger would be directed onto them.

That's when Dream squatted down in front of them seriously. They jumped back, they were so enveloped in their own thoughts they didn't even see him in front of them.

“George and Nick,” Dream began.

“Sapnap please Dream,” Sapnap cut him off and recoiled.

Dream winced, drawing to the conclusion that he changed his name because of Drista.

“Sapnap and George,” Dream said, eyes brimming with tears over his recent death of his last blood related family, “The heroes took everything from me.”

The two of them reached out in sync to try and hug him reassuringly and Dream swatted their hands away, “What if we take everything from them?”  Dream said with a malicious glint in his eyes.

Dream spoke as he pulled out a mask with a smiley face drawn on it, a clear mask with blurring edges with fire drawings on the edge of it, and another mask with error marking around the mask to conceal his identity. 

The two looked up at him in shock.

“Y-your not saying to become villains are you?” Sapnap said in disbelief. He knew his best friend's would be horrid but not bordering insanity.

“It is exactly what I am saying,” Dream said with all seriousness, “You don’t have to join me, I just ask you keep this quiet and not to tell anybody abo-”

“I’m in,” George said suddenly.

The two of them looked shocked.

“What?? Someone has to keep him from killing himself,” George shrugged, taking the error mask. It looked sick and matched his power hijacking ability pretty well. 

“If he’s in I am too,” Sapnap said with a sigh, grabbing the fiery one. It fit fairly well with his hybrid status and his lava powers. 

“Great.” Dream said with a huge smile on his face, “Lets get planning.” 

Dream clipped the mask on while smiling, it worked pretty well with his power of making it impossible to sleep when infected with the smiling haunting you with corrupted and demented animals. 

That was the last time his two friends saw his face. 

It was also the last time they were normal people.

Then the top 3 villains were born.

—

Tommy woke up feeling like he was hit with a sledge hammer. Head was pounding and it felt like knives were stabbing him behind his eyes. It was so bad he almost threw up. 

He tried to lift his arms in an attempt to stretch but he just couldn’t. Was he that exhausted? 

He tried to recall what in the world could make him so tired. He knows he has a lot of jobs but they never took this toll on him before. 

He squinted his eyes open to a very bright light. Why did he leave the lights on? That would entirely screw up the electricity bill!

He was such an idiot. 

He ripped his eyes open and jostled to get up, only to find his hands bound to his back. 

Tommy opened his mouth, only to find it incredibly dry and a foul taste in his mouth. He started coughing trying to get rid of that awful taste and get some moisture back. 

Tommy finally cleared his throat enough to try to make any type of sound, “He-lo?” Tommy spoke with a disgusting croak to his voice that he winced himself.

He sounded like crap overall. He really needed some water.

He called out a few more times, he really wanted to know where he was. He can’t recall what happened to get him in a situation like this. 

He started to take in his surroundings, he was in a medically bright white room with padding on the walls. He could only guess it was sound proofing.

Figures why nobody could hear him.

There were black little specks on the walls, cameras? Audio recordings?

Did it really matter what they were? He was obviously not in a great position. 

How did he end up here anyways?

All he can remember was…

Was…

Wait.

He can’t remember anything.

Tommy started shaking and muttering, “I am Theseus… Theseus…,” Tommy started to tear up, “I can’t remember my last name…”.

Tommy tried to rack his mind of all things he could remember and began a mantra, “I am Theseus, I don’t remember my last name, I am 16 years old and I go by a fake persona named Thomas Innit, who is 18 years old. My real birthday is April 9th xxxx. I live in an apartment. I have 3 jobs. I work at McDonalds, and…”.

Tommy started crying. He can’t remember. He’s worked at those jobs for years! What is wrong with him? He struggled against restraints and screamed. Why can’t he remember?

Is something wrong with him?

—

“SOMIA GOT HIM?!” Phil screeched while his wings puffed and his wings flapped angrily. 

Techno winced. 

Techno wasn’t a very emotional guy. Empathy was definitely not his strong suit, nor was pity but even he knew how bad Somia was to his captives. 

His brother was a captive once. It always sent chills down his spine when he recollects his brother as a soulless and helpless spirit looking at him when they found him. He was severely malnourished, beaten and bloodied. His voice was so hoarse he couldn’t speak normally for almost a whole year. 

Even when his brother regained the ability to talk he would use it minimally. He eventually opened up to Techno when he had such a bad night terror, that he woke up with a panic attack. It always tingled the hind brain just right when Wilbur will always takw safety and protection within his twin. It’s been a thing Wilbur has done since he was little. 

Techno has never been the same since his brother told him unremarkable things. He had a grudge to say the least on Somia. Somia has been the root of all the problems of his brother's past trauma and now…

It seems as if it has never changed. Now he is attacking a child that he felt somewhat responsible for. If he didn't follow him all the time in his hero form maybe they wouldn't be in this scenario at the moment, but he did and he knew he couldn't fix whatever trauma Tommy was about to develop. 

Techno slowly looked up to his very angry father. His wings could rival the fancy fluffy pillows in department stores. His wing's feathers started sticking out at all odd places from the sudden shift.

He prayed to the Gods, that he didn’t believe in, that his father would have mercy on him.

Tommy was very uncomfortable. His hybrid traits were screaming for the release of tension. Even just a slight shift would help him. He got so used to the fact he was always out and about doing his illegal jobs and being able to shift whenever. 

He never imagined a day where he wouldn’t be able to. 

Today was the day for that apparently and to put the cherry on top of this mess, his powers were gone. It was a common misconception that shifting was his ‘power’ within his job profiling, but if you looked closely you would fine something else in fine print. Although he never lied and it was semi-true because shifting isn’t a normal thing to have as hybrids aren’t fairly common, it's not his power. He in fact say he hates his power so much he refuses to use it. It was always there though. He eventually took the sense of having it bubble underneath his skin as a comforting thing showing they there was always a back up option. Knowing he never lost to the urge that begged him to use it. He recently came to find out that was stripped from him. He is guessing there is some type of power cuff on him preventing any type of power flow. 

This was pure torture to him. He couldn’t focus on anything but the empty hole in his bones and the pain and pressure from the inability to shift. Hypothetically, he could shift if he tried but, his hind brain was adamant it wasn’t safe he needed a burrow. And who was he to try and fight with his instincts. After all another head ache wasn't something on his bucket list. 

He knew deep down inside he never had a burrow, just two measly cushions pushed together on top of him blocking out some of the light the streets had to give. 

Tommy let out a shaky pained breath. He knew if this went on he would probably pass out from the pain. The pressure on his head and lower back was immeasurable, not even talking about the suspiciously sore side he has. It is almost like a stabbing feeling, although every time he looked down nothing was there except for a tear in his clothes. 

Tommy chittered in anger clenching his fist and was about to scream in frustration. Then he heard a clicking sound. 

Almost like a door unlocking. He strained his ears to hear anything to give him any context on what was happening but he had human ears and not his raccoon ear and he could only sit there and find out.

He heard the door creak open and his eyes snapped to the figure walking through the door.

And Tommy let out a high pitched whine.

What did he do to piss off Somia?

Chapter Text

Wilbur stood at the staircase overhearing the conversation Phil and Techno just had. 

His knees felt like jello. His head was spinning.

Tommy was actually the thief? How could that be possible?

The boy who he went to visit at work constantly. The boy who threatened to dump his coffee on him? 

Wilbur stood there staring at the blank wall, tears welling up in his eyes.

“W-what?” Wilbur whispered, heartbreak evidence in his voice.

Techno’s and Phil’s eyes snapped to Wilbur. Techno spoke up while Phil was processing what his son could have heard, “Wilbur,” Techno inhaled, removing any hint of shakiness in his voice, “How long have you been there?”

Wilbur blinked, letting tears spill over and creating a fresh amount of tear tracks, “W-when Phil s-said,” Wilbur collapsed on the staircase and tumbled down the stairs and slammed into the wall denting it. 

The moment Wilbur started to collapse Phil was rushing over only to barely miss him slamming into the wall and smacking his head.

Tommy’s head slammed against the foam walls. Turns out, those walls aren’t as soft as they looked. 

Tommy felt the blood trickle down his face and into his eyes. He rapidly blinked his eyes trying to regain eyesight but it was no use. The blood wouldn’t stop if anything it picked up pace. 

Tommy let in a sharp breath in only for a boot to step down on his injured side knocking the breath right out of him again. 

Tommy was squirming and crying, at least he thinks he is still crying, he is so dehydrated that he doesn’t even know if he is crying. He can’t even remember when the last time he drank something was… Not like he could if he tried. 

Somia grabbed Tommy’s face, “Thomas,” Tommy tried to break free of his grasp. Squirming and wrenching away as much as he could.

Tommy choked on his own blood as Somia started squeezing his cheeks harshly, “Answer me!” Somia raised his hand, swinging it down as Tommy screamed.

He chucked Tommy down releasing him, leaving Tommy to stare up at Somia on his side. 

Somia stared at him with his smiley face staring down at him, his black combat suit dripping with Tommy’s blood, “Thomas, disrespecting those above you causes more pain,” Somia tilted his head.

Tommy whimpered and closed his eyes, his body visibly shaking, “I-I just wanna go home.” Tommy spoke in a voice barely audible. 

Somia looked down at him and sighed. He knelt down and gently stroked his face,  “And where is home? The foster care system? Or maybe the broken down apartment you lived in?” Somia scoffed.  

Somia’s face contorted and turned into a faux sorrow, “I really don’t want to hurt you. You know that right Tommy?"                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 

Tommy shook his head and subconsciously leaned into the touch, “If you didn’t want to hurt me then why did you hurt me,” Tommy squinted up at him.

Somia looked at him and pulled out a handkerchief, and blotted the blood up on his head, “Oh Tommy, it wasn’t to purposely hurt you,” He said slowly shaking his head, “Sometimes,” He lifted the handkerchief and wiped the rest of his face off, “You have to hurt the some people to protect the ones you love.” Somia released his hold on his face to let his head rest down on the concrete floor, “You understand why we need the information now right? ”

Tommy stared at him and-

And-

Tommy couldn’t say he didn’t. He knew that he was right. He has hurt people to protect them, hell it was his whole job. He knocked people out and outright badly hurt them to keep him and his roommates off the streets. 

So could he really say he didn’t?

Somia sat there waiting for a response. Tommy was stubborn though, this man didn’t deserve a response. He was a prick.

Somia sighed, “We just talked about this Thomas.”

Tommy glared at him.

“If that's how you want this to be, then so be it.” Somia stood back up and sent a kick straight into his stomach.

-

Phil was by Wilbur’s bedside head in his hands as he sat in a chair. How did everything go so wrong so fast! He understands that Tommy was sketchy but honestly aren’t all kids?

Not to mention, how did Wilbur get so attached so fast? He barely met the kid and showed up a few times to his job!

Hell, all he did was have one dinner with the kid and now his son is fainting over some street kid.

Phil recoiled, even if it's in his head that was a bit too far.

“D-dad?” 

Phil looked up immediately, “Wil?” Phil pulled one of his son’s hands into his own, “Are you doing okay?”

Wilbur nodded and went to sit up and immediately winced, “Just,” He took a breath, “Just a migraine.”

Phil nodded and helped him sit up the rest of the way, “That's what happens when you hit your head.”

Wilbur chuckled, “As if I wanted to.”

Phil smiled and he basked in the momentary silence with his son. The relief Wilbur was okay was enough to settle him down.

But it wasn’t okay, “Shit,” Phil said, slouching back into his seat.

Wilbur made a questioning noise.

Phil let his head hang back, “We need to talk about Tommy.”

Wilbur flinched, “Yeah we do, don’t we?” 

“Wil, I am so sorry,” Phil said, looking at him with sorrow.

 “Yeah, sure you are. You probably wanted this to happen. I’m sure Techno definitely did.” Wilbur rolled his eyes and spat, “You probably helped with it didn’t you.”

Phil recoiled, “You think I would subject anyone to getting abducted? Nonetheless by Somia? Wilbur, Tommy was a child! I would never subject a child to anyone associated with him!”

Wilbur huffed, “And? You seemed mad the whole time when he came to visit. Not even speaking about Techno! He was a vile, asshole-”

“Enough.” Phil spoke, “Nobody wanted him to be abducted.”

Wilbur scoffed, “Sure, Phil. Sure. Let’s say that you guys didn’t but how was a hero, not able to save a kid! He wants to complain about the incompetence of the government but can’t even be able to save a kid? How does he expect to change things if he can’t even save one child!” 

Phil sat there eyes wide, looking everywhere but at his son. Wilbur though, he was just getting started.

Wilbur’s anger bubbling over his limit caused him to start shaking in anger, “And now what are you doing?! You sit here not even looking for him! He could be miles away by now! Whole new country!”

Wilbur started to tear up, pulling his legs up to his chest, “I might never see him again, Phil.”

Phil glanced back up at his son, “Wilbur,” Phil took a deep breath, “You didn’t know the kid for very long-”

“WHY THE HELL-” Wilbur began to interrupt.

“BUT!” Phil cut him off, “I see how much he means to you,” 

Phil paused and took a deep breath before continuing, “I am willing to keep looking, but you have to work with me Wil. You are my son, you are always going to come first before your friend.”

Wilbur buried his face into his knees and mumbled, “You don’t understand Phil.”

Phil rubbed circles in his back, “Then explain to me, make me understand Wilbur, I can’t know how you are feeling without you telling me.”

“H-he was so thoughtful,” Wilbur sighed, “He had a burning fire to his eyes and he had these witty comebacks. He would always have the last word even if there wasn’t anything for him to fight for. His spirit, for the short time I have known him, is just different.”

Wilbur smiled, only mildly forgetting he wasn’t just ranting about his friend as if he would see him tomorrow, “He always just clicked, he is very annoying in an endearing way, just to the point you couldn’t get enough.”

Phil chuckled, “Reminds me of you when you were younger Wil.”

Wilbur gasped, “I’ll mind you, I was not annoying!”

Phil rolled his eyes, “Sure you weren’t.”

Wilbur huffed, “Anyways, since you were so rude to cut me off, he is just a fireball of energy, but,” Wilbur paused and blinked away his tears that were slowly building up, “His eyes, they always looked sad and I-” He cut himself off coughing to clear up his throat.

“You felt like you could fix it,” Phil finished.

Wilbur just nodded, lifting his head from where they were buried in his knees and resting his chin on them. 

Phil got up and hugged Wilbur and whispered, “I swear, we will do everything we can to get him back.”

Wilbur looked over with tears in his eyes, “Okay”.

-

Tommy groaned as he cracked open his tear crusted eyes. His head was pounding and every inch of him hurt. He winced at the fluorescents that bled through his eyes. He stretched his legs out in front of him and wiggled a little bit.

He stretched his arms, he felt so tired. How long has he been out? Time can only really tell. He slowly sat himself up and pushed himself against the wall.

It turns out, Somia knew he wouldn’t be able to do very much due to malnourishment, but hey, is that really any different than his average day to day life?

Well, yes but honestly, not like he could remember it anymore.

Tommy popped his knuckles and joints, he felt towards his face and accessed any injuries he couldn’t see. 

Luckily for him, most of the scrapes and bruises healed. Unluckily though, his nose is broken. 

“Damn it,” Tommy moaned, “Just my fucking luck.”

Tommy thumped his head against the wall and winced, “Mother fucker.”

Unbeknownst to everyone, it was a normal part of routine for his nose to be broken, he was a mercenary? Vigilante? Who knows at this point. All he knows is, he can’t remember how to reset his nose.

“Amnesia’s a bitch. I'm find her mother and end her,” Tommy spoke and gasped, “Wait, women, love women, I’ll beat her father.” 

“Oh my Prime,” Tommy laughed, “I am talking to myself. I am literally losing it.” 

Tommy sighed, he felt around for more injuries. He reached down to his side and realized it's been restitched and smiled a little bit, maybe they aren’t complete bitches.

He felt down his chest feeling a couple of broken and bruised ribs and while feeling for the broken ribs, he realized his right ring finger and left pinky were broken. He let out a whimper.

Tommy blinked away tears and looked up in despair, “What am I going to do-”

Tommy’s head snapped to the left and winced. The door opened and in their glory stood Blaze, 404 and Somia.

Blaze let out a high whistle “Damn, you did a number on him.”

Somia shrugged, “Sometimes you have to do what you have to do.”

“What are we doing in here anyways? I hate this room,” 404 grumbled. 

“Well the kid here,” Somia walked forward leaving the two in his wake and crouched before Tommy, “Claims he can’t remember anything.” He finished cocking his head to the side.

Tommy shivered, he hated that damn mask, it was ugly as well. Who does he think he is thinking he of all people could pull it off-

“And? You probably gave the damn kid Amnesia Dr- Somia.” 404 crossed his arms and huffed.

“IF that is true, we know how well the kid is in basic defense. It even seems self taught meaning we can heavily improve it,,” Somia began standing back up and turned towards the rest of the villains in the room and walking towards them, “We could use that. It is an opportunity, we can create a program and everything-”

“Somia, he looks like he’s 12.” Blaze slight growled. 

“I’m 16 you fucker,” Tommy spat at them. 

The act of defiance went unheard, only acknowledgement being Blaze glancing at him.

“And? When have we ever cared about anyone’s ages before?” Somia accused.

“Somia, it's not right, I never liked the child experimentation, they are children for Prime’s sake.”

“I got to agree with him on this one Somia, I never liked it either,” 404 chimed in seemingly bored.

Somia stood there, mind swirling with ideas, he could have the kid clean the rooms of blood, or perhaps just rot to death? It wasn’t worth Somia’s time experimenting on the kid if his partners were against it. Too much arguing and yada yada. But the idea of training him to be something better. Something great even. He couldn't just let that go that might be their best idea yet!

Somia tilted his head downwards and sighed, now to explain it, “What if we trained him?”

“What…?” Blaze sputtered.

“He could do our petty dirty work,” Dream started cackling, “Oh he would be great for it! If he can withstand me, imagine the pain he could withstand on those tasks! We could start an assassin business! We could hire and train-”

“SOMIA!” 404 hissed, “What the actual fuck is wrong with you!”

Somia stared at him and lowered his tone leaving it cold and deadly, “You pick one 404, experimentation or assassin? Up to you really.”

Somia noticed how 404 freezed up and stared at him. Somia scoffed, "But you were never one for deciding hm?" He spoke turning to Blaze, "Why don't you choose one Blaze?"

“what.” Tommy spoke with a childlike whisper to it.

404 stared at Tommy and raised a finger to his lips and shook his head. Tommy's eyes welled up with tears. He was so fucked, he was either going to be a damn experiment or a assassin? Hell assassins get choices. What was he? Property?

“Experimentation isn’t living Somia,” Blaze spoke flatly.

Somia smiled, “Great!" He said while clasping his hands together, "Let the games begin then Blaze.”

Blaze's hands faintly glowed and he balled them into fists looking away.

Somia stalked over to where Tommy was. Tommy scrambled backwards, “Please just let me go.”

“Oh kid,” Somia cooed, “You will be in good hands.” 

Somia pulled out a needle and wrenched Tommy's hand away from his body, "It will feel like a pinch," Somia then inserted the needle into Tommy

Tommy screamed and tried wrenching his arm away, “PLEASE! PLEASE DON’T DO THIS! I AM SO SORRY! I'LL DO ANYTHING PLEASE!”

Tommy started crying profusely and Somia pulled the needle out after finishing the injection of propofol, “Breathe, it will be okay. You will be great hands.” 

Tommy within seconds became a blubbering mess, “Pl-s-, don-t do t-is. An-t-ing els- p-eas-.”

Somia lifted Tommy into his arms as Tommy started to loose his last bit of consciousness.

He walked Tommy to the exit and leaned into his ear,

“I've already made up my mind, Tommy." Somia smiled then whispered coldly into his ear,

"It's too late." 

Chapter Text

Tommy rubbed his eyes and groaned. His head felt like a truck of elephants ran him over. He slowly began to open his eyes and sit up. He winced at the bright fluorescent lights that shined right in his face.

He looked around hesitantly, eyes adjusting to the light. It appears he must have been relocated. He was in a concrete room. There was a bed that had no sheets and the mattress was sealed with plastic, a wardrobe which was sealed shut for some reason and only had black shirts and black cargo pants, a random ass drain on the floor, cameras in silicone cases, a door that had no knob on the side he was on and random pipes lining the ceiling. If he had to guess what the pipes were for, he would guess it was for ventilation as there was none of it in the room he was in. 

Overall not a place anyone would want to be in. Oh wait, he didn’t even want to be here in the first place. Especially with his random nausea, heightened anxiety, and slightly blurred vision. If he was going to be honest, he would kill for some pain killers.

Tommy let out a quiet whimper and looked down, his arm was cuffed to the wall, his clothes were changed finally, and he was washed. 

Tommy grimaced, somebody saw him naked, what creeps.

Tommy pity himself for a while he had been so vulnerable, what if they accidentally almost drowned him? 

He raised his arm to fiddle with his arm. Only to hear a loud screeching sound, right he was cuffed. He let out an angry groan. Honestly, he was about to make a list of the awful things going on at the moment. In fact he will.

1. He is in a crappy room
2. He feels awful
3. He’s handcuffed to a wall
4. He's here because of Somia

Okay, maybe he shouldn’t just glance over the fact Somia has him in captivity but let's be real, Tommy is nothing but accepting his fate. 

Tommy logistically knows it’s too late by now, he’s not getting out of whatever hell Somia has planned for him. He knows this, it’s also why he is heavily debating to just say ‘oh well’ to his hybrid traits and let them out. They are itchy, annoying and honestly better off just out of their hidden form. 

He let out a sigh and tugged gently on his cuff, he knew there was nothing he could do to cure his boredom so he began to play with the plastic on his ‘mattress’. 

He scoffed as he thought that. This mattress is probably harder than the floor in his opinion. It’s nothing how a den should be, it should be warm, cozy, soft and- 

Tommy’s train of thoughts cut off as he heard the whirling of a machine and bolts being shifted around. His hands flew up to his ears and he put his fingers in his ears. That door was loud and he was not here for it. In Fact he let out a displeased chitter to display his unamusement. 

There were footsteps after, boots clacking with the ground. It was menacing, almost like that one movie he watched with Tubbo. 

A few more moments and Somia in all his glory stepped in. A slightly lighter forest green hoodie, with black cargo pants and his classic smiley face, except this time, the eyes and mouth of the mask were green instead of black.

Tommy made note of it.

“Tommy,” Somia clasped his hands in front of him, “I am sure you are a bit, erm, confused,”

Tommy looked up at Somia with a look that gave the vibe, ‘are you stupid?’

Somia ignored his look and continued, “I shall explain to you what will happen, Thomas.” Somia tilted his head ever so slightly.

“Thomas, you have now, willingly or unwillingly, joined my program,” Somia said tone flat, “With that, there are a lot of rules and standards you will be set to.” Somia paused for a moment.

Tommy looked at Somia and rolled his eyes, this man and his dramatic flare, ridiculous.

“I am going to take that eye roll as a sign of the lingering side effects, not disrespect,” Somia spat with venom lacing every word.

Somia let out an annoyed huff, “I will brief you on these rules and standards Thomas, I would recommend listening as I will not repeat them again.” 

Tommy looked up at Somia, mildly annoyed he kept getting called ‘Thomas’ but selectively ignored it and nodded, can’t hurt to get some good points right?

Apparently that was the right decision as Somia straightened his posture and began to list the standard day, “You will wake up at 5 am everyday, you will be showered, dressed and standing by your door at 5:30,” 

Tommy’s mind clicked, that's what the drains were for, he followed up from where the drain was to the wall and noticed a little switch, explaining the water proofing he supposed.

“At 5:30am 404, Blaze or I will come get you. You will be taken to a training ground until 8 am. If you have earned breakfast, you will then be fed, if you have not, I suppose you’re smart enough to figure that one out huh?” Somia huffed, clearly thinking he’s funny.

Fun fact he’s not, he just told Tommy he might not get breakfast and that just guarantees he will be pissed off.

“At 8:30 am you will be taken to a lecture room, you will be taught languages, fighting skills, history and whatever till 12:30.”

Tommy let out a groan, even when he has been kidnapped he is still being tortured by school, he can’t win can he?

“At 12:30pm you will be taken back down for lunch, which will be decided if any meal is deserved by your teacher that day.” Somia moved his hands behind him.

Tommy was really not liking these ‘standards’ they sound awful, he can miss 2 meals? Who does that? Like Tommy understands if you can’t afford it but these pricks definitely can. 

“At 1pm you will be taken to be personally trained by Blaze, 404 or I, sometimes you will train with others but rarely,” Somia cleared his throat, “At 6pm you will be taken down for dinner and eat if you have earned it. At 6:30pm you will be pulled into an office and told what you need to improve on.”

Tommy made a sputtering noise, “That’s FIVE hours of training!” 

Somia’s glare harden, “And you will be grateful.”

Tommy clicked his tongue and folded his arms, “Sure I will.”

Somia’s stance became rigid as he took a deep breath, “As I was saying,” His glare focusing more on Tommy, “At 7pm you will be taken into either the training room or the lecture room to improve on whatever you may need to. At 9:30pm, you will be taken to your room where you will shower, dress, and go to bed. At 10pm lights are out and anyone found awake will be punished accordingly.”

Tommy was in between groaning and staying silent, he hadn't even heard the rules yet and somehow this sounded like hell.

Somia sighed, “That will be your schedule, there will be others with you but you are to ignore them as they are only your peers and are nothing to you, understood.”

Tommy scoffed, “Yeah sure, whatever.”

Somia was suddenly in front of him grabbing his jaw, “You do not get to scoff at me Thomas.”

Tommy let out a whine and tried to struggle out of Somia’s bruising grip.

Somia released him and stood back by the door and continued as if nothing happened, “Now listen carefully as these rules I am about to stay will be vital to your survival.”

1. You will treat your higher ups with your utmost respect.
2. You will not try to flee the facility.
3. You will cuff your dominant hand at night.
4. You will not interact with others besides meal times.
5. You will give your all to your classes.
6. You will never give up.
7. You will become something great.
8. You will take punishment with no complaints.
9. You will not talk about the outside here.
10. You will not complain.
11. You will not disrespect anyone.
12. You will comply with the program.
13. You will follow your schedule
14. You will not talk back.
15. You will not show any emotion to anything.

Somia concludes his list of rules by walking over to the wall and putting concrete and a poster with the rules on it. 

Tommy sat there flabbergasted. He could get passed cuffing his dominant hand but emotions? Tommy was not about to sit here questioning and half screamed at Somia, “Wh-what the hell you do you mean ‘you will not show any emotion to anything!?” Tommy exclaimed, “That is a human thing to do!”

Somia, quicker than Tommy could, see went over and slapped Tommy across the face, “You will not disrespect me, I do not care if you have any type of drug in your system,” Somia then pinned Tommy against the concrete wall and grabbed the spot between his throat and jaw, “You will learn what I mean by no emotions Tommy. They are a weakness, and there will be no weaknesses in my program.” Somia stared Tommy down. Tommy let out a whine as his cuff was digging into his wrist painfully.

Tommy, who is shaking violently, tried to nod the best he could with his movement being jammed. Somia got the memo and pushed Tommy onto the solid bed and began to walk out, just as he was at the door he stopped and spoke one last time, “Thomas, you are now called 067, you will respond to that as your name now, remember it, you start your program tomorrow.” 

With that the doors mechanical system whirled back up making an ear grinding sound but this time….

He ignored it.

Chapter Text

A metal chair shattered against a wall leaving huge indents on where it shattered.

“IT'S BEEN THREE WEEKS PHIL!” Wilbur screamed in rage and frustration.

Phil ducking underneath the chair that was flying at his face sat there crouched on his feet wondering why his son would even think of throwing something at him. 

Techno came up behind the distraught Wilbur and pulled both of his arms behind his back to restrain him, “Calm your horses, Wilbur.” Techno spoke.

In all fairness, Wilbur Soot has not been okay. He has had over three weeks to even find a lead and he keeps coming back with nothing but a handful of mud. His hair is greasy, only getting washed after being trapped in the bathroom by Phil and Techno, his clothes have brown, red, pink, and so many other stains on them with holes to fit them, eyebags darker than his hair and his glass lens are cracked from his midnight escapades, and very very sleep deprived. 

So overall; Wilbur is not okay.

Techno looks over at Phil now securely holding Wilbur back and grunts, “You okay Phil?”

Phil looked over at Techno while taking pieces of metal out of his hair, “I think so?”

Wilbur scoffed, “Of course you’re fine, just nobody else can because it's all about YOU!”

Phil winced at that, “Wilbur you know damn well the rest of us are looking for him just as much.”

Wilbur snarled, “NO YOU HAVE NOT YOU PIECE OF S-”

Techno slammed his hand over Wilbur’s mouth and let out a deep growl, “Wilbur, you are forgetting your place.”

Wilbur blatantly ignored him and bit Techno’s hand.

Techno saw red and threw Wilbur up against the wall and pinned him by his throat leaning closer to his face and growled deep and angry. 

- SUBMIT-BAD-HURT-ANGRY-BAD PACKMATE-

Wilbur’s eyes widened and he let out a squeal of submission, his eyes blown, tears threatening to spill, his ears pinned and him shaking. He was released from his throat hold as he leaned into Techno, riding high on instincts and making a sad warble.

–

Tommy in short was miserable. He hasn’t eaten in over two weeks and he can’t help but notice the effect from this place, not just physically but mentally. His once bright golden hair, blue eyes and personality have been squashed. He was nothing but a shell of what he was. His hair is now a dull yellow with a buzz cut, and eyes are cloudy as a sewer. His personality is ripped from his eternal core, assuming he did what they desired.

“Reapers and la Parcas feel nothing, do you understand me?” His trainer that day was Somia, or what he now knows as Dream. 

Tommy had tear tracks streaming down his face, “Yes, sir.”

Tommy continued to try to stop his sniffling and his crying but he found he couldn't. It was impossible with his thumb most likely broken, but that doesn’t cut it.

Dream slapped him across his face and he grabbed Tommy by the hair in front of everyone, “You are pathetic, 067. Get a hold of yourself, you lost your breakfast again today.”

Tommy heard his alarm go off, not that it mattered, he was up and ready for the day already, he showered, brushed his hair, teeth and was in his entirely black uniform. He learned, the sooner you are ready, the sooner you’re allowed out. 

The day he learned that, was the day he lost his sense of desire for sleep. He hated the metal smell of the pipes, the pitch white walls, the hard bed part of the while and that stupid toilet that is never used because he can't get up in the middle of the night. 

They installed a button specifically for him. The button was used to notify when he was ready to leave. Typically, he woke up way before 5am from his hunger pain but he got a bit of extra sleep and woke up at 4:30am. He made sure there were no creases in his uniform and clicked the button.

As Tommy waited, he had to sit there and question how he got there. He has now a 2 size smaller uniform and he was way stronger than he was before. His hybrid traits are to remain away; he learned that lesson rather quickly.

Tommy walked out of his bedroom as he always had but this time the hybrid features out in their full glory. 

There were whispers going around him, he didn’t quite understand why. Granted nobody else was a hybrid but they all were most likely human because that was a superior race. 

Oh how he was so wrong.

Tommy was walking down the corridor to the training grounds when someone slammed his head into a wall, “What the hell are you doing 067,” 404 snarled, pinning him against the wall.

Tommy, fighting off a brewing headache let out an animalistic whine which promptly a firm slap against his face, “I-I sir, I was headin’ to the trainin’ area…,” Tommy finished adding, “Sir.” at the end.

404 reached down and grabbed his tail, throwing him to the floor and pulling it the hardest he could, “With these pathetic waste of spaces out? Don’t make me laugh 067.”

Tommy wanted to scream everything hurt, his tail, that was connected to his spine, felt like a grinder was ripping it apart. He stayed silent though, twitching in agony wanting to so desperately fight back, cry, scream anything.

But he knew better. He knew it would only make it worse no matter what he did. It was best if he shoved his instincts away.

-run-flee-den-help-caretaker-help-RUN-DANGER-

“067, destroying your suit is breaking rules, you are to return to your room and change, I never want to see this filth again. You have lost all your meals today.” 404 released his tail and stepped back waiting for him to react.

Tommy continued to lay on the floor looking up at 404, he knew what the man wanted, but he didn't know if he could physically get himself to do it. 

He mustered the courage and put his arms below him and pushed himself up, only to fall back down. He curled up, retracting his tail and pinning his ears. 

404, who was fairly annoyed at this point, pulled out a pocket knife and put a slice into his ear and started to berate him. Tommy begged 404 to stop as the other recruits looked in horror, there was one called Purpled, who looked at him with a glance of pity before his face went stone cold.

Tommy pushed 404 off him and socked him in the face and tried to run.

404 came up from behind him and sliced right down his back-

The door’s system whirled back up as it does every morning and snapped him out of his thoughts.

Tommy subconsciously rubbed his hair, as if he had any. They shaved it the first day he got there. They claimed, “Having hair means you have earned your rank.” Or some b.s. Similar.

The door finally opened and Sapnap walked forward. Sapnap was Blaze, he learned his real name. Tommy liked Sapnap; he didn’t like Tommy in this hell hole. Tommy observed he didn’t have a choice on where Tommy went; Sapnap was just following orders like the rest of them. 

Sapnap grabbed Tommy’s arm just like the rest of the days and led him to the training room. The hallways were bleach white. It gave Tommy the creeps when he was first here. He knew the punishments were excessive, he just didn’t understand how the hallways were so white. He has bled in the hallways before. The janitorial system must be paid a lot.

Sapnap led him to the Training Corridor and stood in front of the door swiping his keycard. The solid black doors opened up and Tommy was pushed inside, “You have an extra 30 minutes to train unsupervised. Use your time wisely, do not attempt anything 067,” Sapnap spoke and swiped his keycard again and the doors shut.

Tommy saw as Sapnap walked away, turning around to see the same sight as he always saw. 3 punching bags lined up to the exact diameter to their swinging radius, 6 treadmills each tailored to speed lengths, a tempered glass room where you can train with a AI dummy or a trainer, to the right, of that a huge obstacle course that starts with crawling through glass, then climbing a a completely flat wall which leads to a course that goes on top of the ceiling to help with strengthening, the ceiling obstacle course leads to another glass room where you are to drop down 8 feet and attacked by two AI dummies. If you somehow pass that, you go to the outside, which is boxed in, which is completely filled with freezing mud or boiling hot mud, depending on instructor, then you’re led inside to finish your course. 

Overall, that obstacle course sucks. He hates it with a passion but, unfortunately for him, he is pretty good at it. But as always he starts with his warm up. He heads over to the treadmills, they are all set to different max speeds. 

Treadmill one only going up to 3 miles an hour, that is typically used for 2-4 year old.

Treadmill two only goes up to 6 miles an hour, typically used for 4-6 year old.

Treadmill three only goes up to 9 miles an hour, typically used for 6-8 year old.

Treadmill four only goes up 12 miles an hour, typically used  for 8-10 year old. 

Treadmill five takes a huge climb going up to 18 miles an hour, typically used for 10-16 year old.

Treadmill six goes between 18-26 miles an hour, usually used for 17 to any age.

Tommy knows he should only be running at 18 miles an hour, but with his extra training, hybrid traits and endurance, he can usually run a solid 21 miles an hour for about 15 minutes before he cuts himself off to another routine. 

So that's what he does. He steps up to the treadmill and hits the start button, it starts at a measly 12 miles an hour and climbs to the set amount. 

His feet immediately kickstart into the comfortable jog he knows by now as comforting. It is the only time he gets to sit here and think without anyone breathing down his next, if he ignores the cameras. He lets his mind drift, into the reality he will never experience again.

“Tommy! You have my favorite hoodie again!” Tubbo yelled half-heartedly.

Tommy looked up at Tubbo, eyes blown, “Mine.”

He would reach up every time and pull him into his pile of fluff, otherwise known as his den.

Tommy let out a small chuckle at the fond memory. He missed Tubbo and Ranboo so much, his gaze. Hell, he even misses that tall, lanky hipster called Wilbur. He wonders if the man even remembers him, he only saw him like three times. 

Tommy’s face went solid as he remembered Techno, he remembers that man probably was the reason he was here being tortured to the extent he was.

But… Could he really blame Techno?

He did try to save Tommy, the man might have stalked him but he did try to save him from Dream, or Somia.

Tommy shook his head as he pressed the stop button. No point in reminiscing about the past if it isn’t going to come back right?

He walked off the treadmill, slightly disoriented from vertigo. The human body, he learned after the first time, does not like the idea of running in a single place with no movement. But it wasn’t the first time so he got off as his normal practice and headed towards the AI room.

He walked in and shivered, the room was cooler to keep the robot from overheating, which Tommy saw b.s. but whatever.

He flicked the switch and chose level 6 out of 10.  

“Hello, please state your name.” The robot spoke to him.

“067.”

“Thank you 067, please stand on the X on the floor, and we will begin in 15 seconds.”

Tommy nodded, and walked to the X. “15”.

Tommy looked at his severely scraped knuckles and bruised arm and let out a sigh of disappointment, “14”.

Tommy wondered if he would ever get to leave this place for good, “13”.

He would like to think so, “12”.

But he is never lucky enough as it seems, “11”.

He wonders if anyone is looking for him, “10”

Probably not, after all, “9”.

Nobody misses a raccoon who is useless, “8”.

Maybe this place isn’t the worst, “7”.

It gives him purpose, “6”.

And opportunities, “5”.

He might miss a few meals, “4”.

But that was because he was imperfect, “3”

But maybe here, “2”.

He can become perfect, “1”.

And be useful for someone “Begin”.

Tommy snapped out of his thoughts and ran at the robot. The robot reached out their arm to grab him, but Tommy dodged, swiping his feet under the robot causing the robot to fall, only for the robot to back roll out of it. Tommy swinged at the robot colliding with the left arm sending the robot tumbling back. The robot, designed to react as a person, hissed and lunged at Tommy. The Robot grabbed his throat. Tommy gasped and spun, dropping his body to the floor and tackling the midsection of the robot. He punched the robot in the face several times before pinning Tommy pinned the robot’s left arm and right leg and started strangling him. The robot went stiff before speaking.

“Congratulations 067, you have progressed to level 9”.

Tommy stared at the robot, “AI Robot number 2, I was under the impression I was at level 7.” 

“067, we all analyze your fighting tactics, you are the fighting skills of a level 9.”

“I am not ready for that,” Tommy hissed.

“Emotion detected, reported to the Head of the Program.” The AI concluded before getting up and standing back on its charging station.

Tommy stood there bewildered, since when did they report those types of things? That is quite abnormal, he has been pissed a lot and never been reported? He doesn’t understand, maybe a new software update?

Tommy rolled his eyes and walked out of the AI room, he looked up at the time holographic. 5:20am. He still has another 10 minutes before they show up. He knew he wouldn’t probably complete it in time but it's better to try than not. 

Tommy walked over to the obstacle course. He sighs, the glass is always a pain to pick out at the end but, it's either that or he trains the punching bag and if he’s going to be honest, he would rather save his little energy to try and fight his trainer later today.

He clicks a button, puts in 067, and crouches down in front of the first obstacle. The intercom came out announcing his start and instructions, “067, you have started your obstacle training for the first time today. The obstacle is full of censors, you must make it to the end for the run to count. Your time will be recorded for each one.067, get into your position. On your marks, get set, GO!”

Tommy took off crawling through the glass and only letting out a wince, he jumped over the half walls, and climbed the rope over the wall and jumped down, rolling out of it to break his fall. He goes up to the wall with no ledges, it is torture to put to high walls next to each other in his opinion, he runs at the wall behind him kicks off of it, back tucks pushes off the alter wall and grabs onto the wall behind him and uses the momentum to grab the wall he wanted. He jumped down again, breaking his fall by rolling sideways. He ran up to the rope, grabbed it, swung himself and proceeded to climb it. He swung himself to the top grabbing the ropes on the ceiling, climbing to each one avoiding spikes trying to knock him off and swinging himself into the glass box. He dropped down grabbing the sides of the glass, slowing his fall. 

“Power on,” Both of the robots he is supposed to fight said.

He inhaled trying to catch his breath as he caught the punch of the level 9 robots twisted his arm and threw him at the other robot.

“Power off” both the robots recited powering down.

Tommy slid into the mud area and bit his tongue at the temperature, it seems as if Sapnap was the last to choose the mud pile as it was hot as hell, no pun intended. 

His army crawled through the mud splashing it all over his face, avoiding the mud points that were tracked with needles, poisons and shards in the mud. He made it to the end slamming his hand down on the button and walked into the last room that is tempered with frosted glass. 

“Cleaning initiating.”

Tommy spread his leg and arms as jets splashed his body, cleaning his mud off of him. He soaked in the cool water that rinsed the burning hot mud off of him. The air jets came on next, completely drying him off.

“Cleaning finished.” The doors whirled and opened.

Tommy walked out face straight and even. He looked and saw all of his fellow recruits staring at him. Even 404 was looking at him as the intercom rang, “Congratulations 067, you have the record breaking time of 6 minutes and 31 seconds, 10 minutes better than the last one.”

The intercom said that 5 times before silencing.

Tommy looked at all the recruits, most were gaping but some were trying to fix their expressions but failing miserably.

Tommy didn’t understand they are all here 4 minutes early, this is his time to train. Why did they come early? How did he beat that record? He looked over to his trainer to see 404 looking at him.

404 walked towards him, his boots clicked on the ground, “067, you have earned your first breakfast since you have arrived, congratulations on your record. You are exempt from training during this period.”

Tommy looked at him, face stone cold; internally crying from joy. Tommy knew though, Tommy has a better IQ than these guys think, “Thank you sir for your gracious permissions, I will accept my meal but I do ask to continue training to get better.” 

404 let out a sly smirk, “You may continue if you wish.”

“Thank you, sir.” Tommy spoke, bowing his head down to his trainer.

Chapter Text

Phil was on top of a roof top,  running around like a chicken with his head cut off, looking for the missing boy. His son, Wilbur, has decided to give up; it has been a few weeks now and the chances of finding Tommy alive were slim.

His feet crushed the little pebbles that were on the rooftop of a building whose paint was peeling off, walls slightly coming out and holes in the side of it. He has been driven mad over a child who was supposed to be in jail for stealing important files.

Phil spread open his wings and jumped from the rooftop, chipping the side of it off in the process. He descended slowly, opening a file with Tommy’s roommates on it. He was double checking the building, he wouldn’t be here longer than he had to. If someone knew where the kid is, he would hope it would be his friends. 

Phil looked back down at the file as his feet hit the bottom of the floor with a thump, wings snapping back against his back. 

Thomas Innit

18 years old

Phill scoffed, yeah right he’s 18.

Born 9/4/#### (or for you americans 4/9/####)

Graduated University ####

Lives at ***** Lane —--- Building ** Room —

Work Place(s)

McDonalds, Las Nevadas

Siblings

None

Parents

Placed in Foster facilities, unknown.

Phil snapped the file shut, and walked to the front of the building taking in its glory. It was easily 5 stories tall but that doesn’t mean anything. The paint is practically non-existent, not to mention they painted bricks, who even does that? Only the right door seems operable, the pipes are more rusty than they are pipes, there are chunks taken out of the building and there was no source of lights on the outside.

Phil let out a muffled chirp of disappointment. He looked at the pathetic excuse of a building again, sighed, and walked in.

****

Tommy is not doing alright. He is sitting in that damned office again as they do everyday, but instead of being yelled at, he is being told he’s being released on a training mission today. He stared intently at the mahogany table. Fun fact, that is the only table that isn’t black, white, or gray. 

“067, it is disrespectful to look away while I am talking to you,” Blaze spoke gently but firmly.

Tommy snapped his eyes up to the man, he studied Blaze’s eyes looking for any give of a joke. Any signs of anything saying that what the man has just asked of him was anything but true.

he found nothing

“S-sir, what d-” Tommy inhaled and exhaled, schooling his anxieties, “What do you mean a mission?”

Tommy started fiddling with the loops of his black pants, picking at his calloused hands.  

The man let out an annoyed sigh, “You will be taken out by Dr- Somia for your first day training on the field. Your skills show you can handle it.”

Tommy shook his head in defeat, “What does ‘field training’ consist of?”

Subpoena grimaced, “You will see. You are dismissed 404.”

Tommy got up, bowed his head and headed out the black door. 

Tommy walked down the hallways, keeping his head trained on the pitch white floor, ignoring everyone who looked at him concerned. He glanced up to check the gray numbers on the wall where they signal where he was at. 

He took a sharp right turn right into a person and the person slammed back into the wall. Tommy’s fists balled up and he turned to the person who ran into them, “What the actual hell.”

The kid looked up at him, he had blond hair, purple eyes, pale skin, muscles built along his arms and as always a pitch black suit, “Fuck off.”

Tommy scoffed and his face turned malicious, “You and I both know those words aren’t allowed here.” 

“As if you would snitch.” The man spoke as he pushed himself off the pale wall.

Tommy stared at him and walked him back into the wall, “And if I do?” He whispered to the kid.

“I’ll kill you.” The man spat.

“I’d like to see you try.” Tommy growled, pinning the man’s arm against the wall.

The purpled eyed man stared at him, clearly trying to figure out something.

If Tommy was honest, he wouldn’t blame him. Tommy has a little reputation going on around here after that day of training. People no longer pitied him, they saw him as a threat. He gained the ranks faster than any other Reaper or la Parca. He ranked third, but unfortunately to everyone else, he never stood on podiums showing his face, you had to see him fighting the top two to see any signs of his strength. He might look slim in this suit but after weeks of never ending training, he was anything but slim.

The man’s purple eyes widened, clicking the blocks into place, “You- your the, I-.” 

Tommy pushed the man's throat against the wall, “Mhm.”

Okay, so maybe that reputation wasn’t so “little”. 

Tommy was in the training room, he was fighting a dummy when a guy with brown hair snuck up on him and tapped his shoulder. Tommy, tragically didn’t recognize who it was or what time it was, spun around, clocked him in the face, pinned him to the ground and snapped his neck. 

Tommy realized what he had done, after seeing deep red ooze from the kid’s mouth and nose. Tommy watched as the blood began to stain the floor and the kid’s hair. He would widen his eyes and stare at him in shock. He looked up and looked at his whole class, his three trainers and the young ones who came to learn looked at him with shock.

Tommy smacked his lips, and the Reapers and la Parcas in training schooled their faces. He had his hands that were soaked in the blood, grimacing at how shakey they were. He stood up, bowed his head in front of the trainers waiting for punishment.

Much to his surprise, it wasn’t a punishment he was expecting, “067, amazing job. Reflexes are on point, and emotions are in check. You have been taking your training seriously.” Somia spoke more happily than he should. Somia tapped his foot, allowing him to look up.

Tommy snapped his head up, without question and looked among the recruits, he noticed no matter how hard these people tried, they still had terror in their eyes, “Thank you, sir. Your words won’t be taken for granted.”

Tommy looked at the girl with green eyes, she looked rough, she had bruises on her face, hollowed cheeks, and lifeless eyes with only fear being the emotions shown. He felt bad for her, but he has been told several times, “Only the best live”.

Tommy smiled, he was genuinely pissed, he was not having it today, he learned a lot of stuff today and this arsehole was not about to stop him. 

“Man, I am sorry about that, I didn’t mean to, I’ll get out of your hair now.” The man tried to pry Tommy's fingers off of his throat.

Tommy rolled his eyes, and socked the man’s face with his opposite arm, effectively throwing him on the floor. He grabbed his face and slammed it into the floor repetitively, watched as the back of the man’s head slowly split open, painting the pristine white floor red.

The man wrapped his hand around Tommy’s trying to push him off, but it was too late, Tommy was shaking with adrenaline.

“H-HELP!” The man got out scratchiness in his voice and his head pulsing dizzily.

Tommy snarled and throat punched the man, “Shut.” Tommy threw his body against the wall, “Up.”

Tommy walked over to where he was and stomped on the man's stomach before he was kicked down the hallway. Tommy tucked and rolled, landing on his feet before throwing himself at the person who showed up. He faked left and kicked the person’s feet underneath them. Tommy pinned his arm and started choking the guy out.

He heard a gun click. Tommy snapped his head to the right where a gun was pointed at him. He put his arm down to the guy he was choking. He released his hands on Somia, got up and backed away.

“S-sir…” Tommy said, bowing his head instantly.

“067.” Somia spoke venom, dropping each number he spoke. 

Tommy glanced over to the kid he battered and winced, the kid was not in good condition. He really messed up this time. He let his frustration get the best of him.

Somia grabbed his radio, “Send the medic, number 057 is in critical condition.” Somia stomped his foot.

Tommy snapped his head up and held his breath.

“I want you to go to your room now. I will see you there.” Somia spoke, rubbing his rapidly bruising neck.

Tommy nodded and slowly walked away, careful not to show any hint of fear. He walked through the corridors, hands and boots caked in blood and skin. He walked by his recruits who were also on their way to their rooms. 

Tommy walked faster than them, eyes turning on him ignoring the whispers.

“He’s soaked in blood.”

“Not his ____ time.”

“First time scared the —- out of me.”

Tommy turned down his hallway, clicked the button that opened his door, the mechanics whirling  to life as the doors opened. He saw his room, as always, perfectly clean and he walked in.

Tommy closed it and when the mechanism finally stopped he breathed heavily.

“I am so fucked.”

Chapter Text

Tommy sat in the middle of the room, picking at his clothing, smoothing out the wrinkles, and twisting the fabric. He scratched the floor so consistently that he was leaving tracks of broken pieces of skin and nails. Out of pure boredom, he began to draw little pictures of cows and birds from boredom. Not like he was doing it consciously, his eyes were covered with a grey fog as he was internally thinking. 

It's been two days since Dream said he would see him in a minute. It’s been two days since Tommy has eaten anything or drank anything besides the harsh tap water. Now, Tommy is no stranger to hunger pains but he was not even worried about that. He was freaked out. Even though he has access, he hasn’t even left his room, not even for training. He hasn’t even bothered pressing the button to be asked to be released, nobody has come to get him yet, and he isn’t about to ask to leave.

Tommy, oddly misses it. He misses the harsh yelling, punishments, and training. He misses the hallways filled with people, even with the constant stares, probably from how fast he learned and climbed the importance ladder.  He misses the grueling training. He misses Tubbo and Ranboo. He misses the Crafts. 

He knows better than to complain though, so he does what he can to occupy himself. He has been doing a non-extensive workout consisting of push-ups, crunches, sit-ups, burpees, etc… until he drops passing out which he found out takes until the alarm rings out, dictating next day, he will proceed to shower when it feels right, and change his uniform. However, since he only has three uniforms, he proceeded to start scrubbing out the uniform with his body soap, in an attempt to clean it, then put it on the hanger for it to dry as straightened as it could. After all of that, and if he isn’t tired, he will run around the room and count the laps until he gets so exhausted that he lays on the floor and falls asleep.

Tommy has already made it known he doesn’t deserve to sleep on the bed. The bed, if you could call it one, is only deserved if he has earned it. He hasn't been any good, he lashed out at his instructor and another person. He should be better, he should be perfect. 

He often thinks to himself, ‘How is that fair? Everybody has been here since they were three.’ And yet, he comes to the same conclusion, nothing is ever fair.

That is not even the worst of it. Tommy’s least favorite part is sitting there and having his own devices. Sitting, when he can’t muster up the energy to work out, and channeling his thoughts. It is quite common. He will bring his knees up to his chest and rest his head on them. Most days, he wonders how much easier it would be if he just gave up. It would be so much easier for him and everybody else around for him to be gone.

Logically, he knew that Tubbo and Ranboo would miss him, but he just couldn’t seem to grasp the idea of them all caring after so long. It feels like it has been years, and how could someone miss someone for that long? 

Tommy is pulled out of a stupor when he hears the door as the whirling of a machine begins with its ear-piercing scream. Tommy hastily stands up to greet whoever came for him. However, just as the whirling of the door’s engine began, it stopped nothing opening. There was a hissing sound, almost like it was sealing itself shut.

Tommy tilted his head and muttered, “What-?” 

Suddenly, the doors to the wardrobe snapped shut and sealed, the drain on the floor closed, the bed’s plastic sealed and dropped down onto the floor, the toilet went back into the wall and the button in his room made a clicking noise. Everything sunk away as if it was never there.

Tommy looked around, “H-hello?” he croaked out, voice gravelly from lack of use.

That's when he heard it again, the machine, whirling, except this time, it seemed to have a rattling echo. Tommy felt a drop of water hit his head and he reached up to his head and it was wet. Tommy looked up slowly, looking at all the pipes, seven were unsealed, seven were sealed.

Then gallons of water began to shoot from the pipes. Tommy jumped back with the sudden realization, that everything was sealed. He would drown.

Tommy began to frantically look for the drain, if he could unplug the drain he could drain the water. He looked around and spotted it, silently swearing himself for not thinking it would be under the shower head and pulled.

It didn’t budge. He pulled up, to the right, to the left, away from each other, and pushed. Nothing even made it move a little bit. Tommy tried again, and again to no avail. 

The water that has not stopped has now reached just below his waist. Granted, Tommy was slightly panicking now, thrashing the water around, looking for anything to drain it since the drain wasn’t an option. He hastily walked to the button that was encased in glass, on the door and slammed down on it. 

The glass didn’t budge, he continued, he slammed it again, pulled, pushed, kicked with everything he had. The water which has now filled up just past his chin, forced him to swim up. He swam up pulling at the pipes, trying to bend them to slow the filling. 

The water only seemed to come in faster and faster leaving him to tilt his head up to the ceiling for air. He took one last big breath as his head submerged under the water.

***

Phil stalked up to the third story, where the supposed roommates were, and stopped in front of a black wooden door that had paint chipped from the door. He raised his hand with a sigh and knocked. He shifted his weight from foot to foot until he heard some swearing and shouts from inside the home and let out a sigh of relief. 

He winced at the screeching noise that the door made as the man on the other side opened it.

The man- no child looked rough, to say the least. The kid was easily 5’5 on the estimate and looked like a train ran him over. His hair was disheveled with little horns peeking out the top, eyebags drooping, and his clothes were more wrinkled than a grandma's. 

“Who the hell are you,” The kid accused moving to close the door to shorten the distance.

Phil, snapping out of his stupor, spoke as straight as he could, “I am with the Hero’s Association, I am here to discuss your roommate Thomas Innit.”

The kid went to slam the door the rest of the way but not before Phil put his foot in the door, “That is quite rude mate, I just want to talk.” 

“And I don’t want to talk to a damn tory.” The kid bit back increasing the pressure on the door.

“So you don’t want to find Thomas?” Phil questioned, letting a bit of accusatory tone slip in.

The pressure on the door stopped for a moment before it was thrown open and there stood the kid glaring, “Get your ass inside.”

Phil nodded and took a step inside and grimaced. The walls had insulation that seeped out, the paint might have been just a cover from how much asbestos was in the walls and ceiling, the couch was falling apart and the cushions had a weird tunnel in the middle of them, the carpet had more bald spots than there was carpet, the wooden tile definitely had mold underneath it if the baseboards had anything to say about it, the sad excuse of a kitchen was falling apart, there was a refrigerator, a singular countertop and a stove. 

Phil glanced at the two doors, which he assumed were the bedrooms, that were shut and didn’t even want to see what was behind the doors. That did leave him to ponder, is one of those the bathroom? If so, where do each of them sleep?

The kid led Phil into the ‘dining room’ which had just 3.5 chairs (one of them was missing two legs) and a half-decent table, which was only half-decent because everything else around it looked like it came from a dumpster. 

Phil bit his tongue hard as he forced himself to sit across from the kid, he did not want to be catching hepatitis from a chair. 

“What do you want to know,” The kid sneered looking him dead on. 

Phil cleared his throat, opened his file, and spoke, “Can we first start with your name?”

“I don’t think you have earned it.” He bit back bitterly.

Phil let out an exasperated sigh, “Okay then. What do you know about Thomas?”

“What do YOU know about Thomas?” The kid spoke sitting back in his chair as he mocked the way he said, Thomas. 

“I know that you are not legally allowed to be here, I know that you ran from the foster system. I know about his nightly activities. So if you like to cooperate, it would be helpful.” Phil snapped at him. 

He knew snapping at a child that is trying to cope with the loss of his best friend was probably not the best idea, but this kid was just not getting anything. He is trying to help him. Doesn’t he know that?

That's when it dawned on him, Tommy did his nightly activities against the law. That would mean they both do not trust the government. He will have no reason to trust him or anything he says. 

The kid shuffled nervously, his leg bouncing as he got ready, to what Phil could guess, to run, “What do you want?”

“Could we start with, do you know where he is?”

The kid shook his head but stayed silent.

“Do you know if he had any correlation with any bad ties?” Phil knew that answer but it is hard to read if somebody is lying about how fidgety this kid was. It was giving him a headache.

The kid stilled at that and slowly nodded.

“Do you know who?” Phil pressed on.

The kid shook his head, “No… I only know him as the ‘anonymous prick’.”

“Where do you know the ‘anonymous prick’ from?”

The kid went silent and his eyes went wide as he pressed his lips shut.

Phil hummed waiting patiently as ever, raising his eyebrow.

“He… He um…” The kid stuttered, “He is kind of a mercenary of a kind of sorts? I mean, he took these um… jobs from others to afford rent..” 

Phil sucked in a breath of relief, it was comforting knowing it wasn’t just malicious intent of just the three of them. Phil nodded a silent ‘continue’.

“He took this job from a guy..” the kid looked around clearly getting more anxious by the second, “It paid hefty, and he was sent an incorrect amount… about 90k more. So obviously the guy was mad but I don’t think that was the part that pissed him off. Tommy sent him the fake files instead of the real ones.”

Phil nodded and wrote down a few things, “What was on these files?”

The kid paled at that, “I do not want to disclose that, sir.”

Phil nodded, “What site did Thomas use to accept this ‘job’?”

“I am not saying. You guys are not about to go out and destroy it.”

“It would be safest for it to go.”

“No.” The kid bit back, “It has put food on my table and I am sure it has for others, fuck off.”

Phil took a huge sigh and closed the folder, “That is all I have for you. Do you have any questions for me?”

“Why are you concerned about ‘Thomas’?” The kid spoke seriously, “Because if you want to hurt him I might just have to kill you.”

Phil shook his head, “I am not trying to harm him in any way possible, we are looking for him as we are afraid he was kidnapped.”

“Do you know who?”

“Yes, but that is disclosed information.”

“Bullshit!”

Phil ignored the profanity, “If that is all the questions you have for me, then I will be on my way.”

Phil pushed up from his table and began to walk to the door, 

“Wait!” The kid spoke as he clamored after him, “If you find him, can you tell me or let him know I missed him?”

Phil nodded, “Of course, thank you for your time, Toby.”

The kid spoke again, “Thanks.” 

As Phil stepped out he could hear the kid yell after him, “HOW DID YOU KNOW MY NAME?!”

Phil chuckled and continued walking down the stairs ignoring the Tubbo's screams of confusion. 

Chapter Text

Tommy took a last inhale and went under the water. He tried to look through the water, with short sighted blurry vision due to the water. He swam, pushing back the water with his hand to the closed pipes. He put his ear up to it and heard a faint whirling noise. He sat there for a second.

If this pipe holds more water, then what? He dies? That’s already on that agenda. If it is something else? What harm could it do?

A lot of things, worse death-  

Tommy shook his head and began to pull at the pipe. He held onto the other pipe that was gushing water and used his leg to try and break the metal pipe open. His lungs started to burn and his already soaked eyes began to water. He broke open the pipe and felt underneath where he broke it. 

It sucked his hand to the pipe, and he hissed as it cut his hand. Tommy laughed a bit and inhaled water. He started choking and he knew there was a short amount of time left he had before he hit his inevitable death. 

He wasn’t going to give up, he repeated it with 4 more pipes before he was too weak to continue. The water began to be sucked up into the other pipes at a rapid pace. It caused a tunnel to form, which seemed to keep draining even if the pipe didn’t touch the water.

This mustn’t be just water then he concluded.

His vision began to spin, his lungs began to spasm and his throat burned. He was going in and out of consciousness. He prayed to any God out there to save him and give him just enough strength to make it through it. 

It felt like eon as Tommy finally got a pocket of air, once there was a pocket of air, all the water like substance drained rapidly, the drains in the floor opened as he was dropped onto the hard concrete floor.

He started sputtering, coughing up a thick gel like substance. He began to wheeze as he heard the door’s ear piercing mechanism begin. 

Tommy slowly looked up as the door opened. He was shaking, his hair plastered all over his face, limbs bruised and him sputtering and coughing. It was certainly not a sight he wanted his trainer to see. 

“067, get up.” Somia spoke, his tone cold.

Tommy staggered to his feet, hunched over and looking at the floor. He might have made a bad decision but he wasn’t entirely stupid. He knew the rules. 

Somia tapped his foot, and Tommy snapped his head up to his trainer. He looked Somia in the eyes.

“067, do you understand why you were tested?” Somia spoke, his tone flat, giving no hint at what he was thinking.

“Yes,” Tommy coughed, “s-sir.”

In all honesty, Tommy had no idea what this ‘test’ was for. He genuinely thought he was being punished. Who tries to drown someone and call it a test?! Tommy rethought that, yeah no. This would be the place it would happen at. 

“Then tell me 067,” Somia stepped forward and grabbed his face, “Why did I have you tested?”

Tommy’s breathing hitched. He can’t lie, it was one of the rules. He would have to make a guess? But his guess is punishment not for a test?

Tommy swallowed, wincing at the burning, “To test my loyalty and decision making.”

Somia made a pleased hum and released his face, “Mostly. I am sure you have some regrets, which is not what perfect Reapers get, but you are in training. However, attacking your superior? That was such a stupid move that I questioned your ability to think.”

Tommy shuddered. He did not like how this conversation was going. He watched as Somia moved away from him, pacing in front of him.

“Which raises the question. Why would you attack me?” Somia stopped suddenly, eyes boring into Tommy.

Tommy froze staring back, not knowing whether or not the question was rhetorical.

“Answer me when I ask you a question, 067.” Somia snapped.

“Sir, I was… I was just stressed. I just learned of my training mission, that I was supposed to go on. I was trying to think how I could prepare for it. Then this purple eyed recruit came up to me and ran into me. He swore. I lectured him on it and I told him I would report it. He said he would kill me and then we begun to hash it out,” Tommy spoke and inhaled and wheezed, coughing up some more of that gel, “Then you came to stop me and I wasn’t thinking. I didn’t even realize it was you.”

Tommy finished looking down in shame. He knew he disappointed his trainer and he would have to pay the price for that.

Somia hummed something approvingly, “So, you didn’t intentionally try to kill me?”

Tommy shook his head, “No sir. I went into auto-pilot, just like you taught me, and didn’t account for the fact I was in a hallway with dozens of people.”

Somia let out a chuckle, “Oh my goodness 067. I did not realize that was the story! I was told you attacked him and then said ‘Nobody could stop you’.” Somia’s chuckled turned into a hysterical laughter.

Tommy shifted foot to foot, uncomfortable, he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to respond. Was he even supposed to respond?

“Oh, 067. I am so proud of you. You were following the rules, even when nobody was watching! Not even the other tops, do that. I think…” Somia paused for dramatic pause, “I think you just earned yourself the number one spot.”

Tommy’s eyes widened, “I- sir. I don’t know what to say… Thank you-”.

Somia hummed, “Just keep being you, and we will not have any issues. Put more people in their place for me, yeah? Just try not to kill me again”. 

Tommy nodded, “Of course sir. It would be my honor.”

Tommy snapped his fingers, asking silently if he could ask a question, “Permission granted, you may ask.”

“Could we keep my identity on the down-low? I am able to get more people to slip up that way.” Tommy asked, it wasn’t for any way to get more people in trouble. He just wanted to have some sense of security, and he was practically praying that he would say yes.

“I suppose, do not tell anyone that you are given this permission. If they ask, it's a medical thing.” Somia ordered directly.

“Of course sir.” Tommy responded automatically.

“We are still going on that mission. You are to be ready by tomorrow at 8 am. I will be telling 057 he has been removed from it.” Somia said as he walked out of the room leaving the door open.

Tommy let out a huge sigh of relief. He got out of a beating from his trainer? That is almost unheard of. Most of the time they make up some excuse to punish them. Tommy cracked his arms and back. He closed his door from the inside and took a shower to rinse the goop out of his hair.

After all, he has a huge role to live up to now as number one. 

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067 spent the next several days honing his skills, waking up, working out, training, and repeating. It was like watching a person slowly withering away. His body, once robust and full of life, now bore the marks of his relentless training. His mind, too, was not spared, as his raccoon instincts were so repressed that it became a dull ache.

He ignored all of it in favor of being better, being the best. He couldn’t afford to fail. He didn’t have a choice. He HAD to be better. He couldn’t slip from his number one spot. So, 067 did everything in his own power to stay afloat. 

Yet, not everything was in his favor. He began to falter, the weight of exhaustion, pressure, and effort becoming unbearable. But he couldn’t afford to fail, not now. 

“Gods.. please… just another lap…” 067 would whisper to himself, his voice strained and desperate, pushing himself past the 40th lap, wheezing and on the verge of collapse. He forced himself past the line, hands on his knees, calming his racing heart.

Footsteps from behind him slowly crept towards him. He turned his head and forced himself into a perfect posture, head straight ahead, eyes hardened, silent, and unmoving as Somia approached.

“067, I trust your training is going well?” Somia asked. Somia’s mask, a white smiley face with cutouts, just barely allowing his venomous green eyes to be seen and cut out of the smile, allowing his lips to be displayed, a cruel smile in the depths.

“Of course, sir. Increasing every day.” 067 repeated tersely. His muscles were on fire, his head spinning, and he felt sick, but he didn’t say a word. Complaints got you killed, and he had no plans on dying…

See, within these last few days, he has recovered some of his memories… nothing significant.. Just that he lost them.. Which didn’t add up! Somia said he has always been there, right? How come he remembers an accident… It didn’t make any sense to 067, but he knew better than to question it.

Somia clicked his tongue, “Well, at least you are doing something right, 067. However, I am not here for a fool’s errand.” Somia walked around him, “I have a job for you, and you are going on it, regardless of what you think.” 

067 tensed, but nodded. He wasn’t ready for whatever this mission may be, but he knew in the end… he didn’t have a choice. “What is the mission, sir?”

A cruel, damning smile crept beneath his mask, “Well, you see...”

***

Phil made it back home with the information he had gathered and walked into the Watson household. The door opened and closed smoothly, a contrast to the rundown beater apartment he had just been in. 

Wilbur was not far away, still angry and blaming the others for Tommy’s abduction, “Well? What did you find?”

Phil sighed, “Not much, but his living conditions were absolute shit… I have never seen such a ragged apartment in my life. The paint was peeling, the door was falling off the hinges, and I swear I was going to get tetanus being in that room.”

Wilbur rolled his eyes; he knew this, of course. He made his way down from the stairway, where he wore his usual pajamas: black and brown checkered drawstrings, loose pants, and a regular t-shirt. His brown hair was curly and a mess, “Yeah, I know. I was the one who guaranteed him, remember? Before you let him get-”

“Wilbur. That is enough.” Phil cut him off and sighed, “I understand you are upset about Tommy, but we are doing our best. Berating us isn’t getting us anywhere.” Phil locked the door and deadbolted it, and walked to the corner of the stairway, looking up at his son.

Wilbur huffed before relenting, and sighed, then whispered, “I know.. I just.. I need him back, Phil. Not just mentally… but instinctively.” He admitted quietly.

Wilbur never talked about it, but the moment he met Tommy, his snarkiness, the foul mouth, the banter, the piss poor attitude all together.. It was like a match made in hell, and he was the poor soul to fall for his charms. The kid had wormed his way into his heart… His phantom instincts have clung to the kid and decided that he was part of his haunt, whether he wanted to or not… Hell, even his piglin instincts craved his attention, the golden hair like a drug to his instincts, causing them to cry for his hoard.

Phil looked at him sympathetically, “I know, mate… I know how important he was to you. We will get him back, I promise.”

Wilbur looked away and nodded, a pained look on his face. He knew he had to cooperate with his family or they would get nowhere, but that doesn’t mean he has to like it. He looked away until Techno walked into the room.

Techno’s pink hair swishing behind him in a braid, he was wearing a jacket, jeans, and a lower face covering to hide his tusks. He pulled off his mask and hung it up. He picked up the tension in the room, and it didn’t take someone to say what it was about, “Tommy, again?”

The question was more of a statement than anything. Phil nodded, running a hand through his blonde hair, “We need to get him back; his instincts recognize him as family.”

Techno winced at that, their previous arguments still fresh in his mind, but he didn’t want to bring it up again.. Not after indirectly calling Phil a terrible father, “Yeah.. that’s rough.. But there isn’t much we can do, is there?”

Phil shook his head and sighed heavily, “Look, none of us are getting anywhere awake, let's consolidate our information and try to come up with some sort of base.” Phil spoke, grabbed a pen and paper, and headed to the kitchen table.

Wilbur muttered under his breath about it being a ‘stupid waste of his time’, and the rest of the family electively ignored him. They filed into the kitchen, sitting at the table.

“Let’s start with the basics,” Phil suggested, trying to pull together information.

“Well, let’s start with his real name.. Thomas Innit,” Techno began.

Wilbur chimed in with, “Yeah, and he is 16, not 18 as much as he liked to claim. He has blonde hair, blue eyes, and is lanky.”

Techno nodded in agreement, as Phil wrote down the information, it was lining up. Techno spoke again, “And he is known as Ringtail or Ring, and pissed off Somia from scamming him supposedly.”

Phil made an agreeing hum and then spoke, “We also know he lives in that apartment with those two kids, Tubbo and Ranboo. Skittish one and the fiery short one… Got some contrasting personalities.”

Wilbur chuckled, “Of course Tommy would surround him with people like that… Anything else we know?”

“Tommy is a raccoon hybrid.. With gold- I mean, blonde hair.” Techno amended himself; clearly, he was not the only one who was affected by the shininess of his hair.

That caused Wilbur to chuckle and nod, “I think that is all we have though..” and Wilbur’s chuckle turned to resentment towards the other men.

Phil made a huff and nodded in agreement. He finished writing down the information, “Sounds about right… Let’s work on this later, tomorrow. This is great progress.”

The two nodded and yawned. Techno stood up, stretching his arms above his head, and headed to the stairs. Phil called out, “It is communal nest time, freshen up, see you in 10.”

That elicited a groan from Techno and Wilbur, but they got showered or collected their stuff for the nest/den/hoard night. 

~

Half an hour passed, and they all trickled into the room.. The plush floors and blankets pulled them in. The scents are like a calming balm, and put them all at ease. They all let out a soft sigh of release and nodded. 

Wilbur, despite his grudge, curled up to Phil, who was lying down. Wilbur had his legs draped over Techno’s chest. Techno pulled him closer and hugged both of them, chuffing, his tail intertwining with Wilbur’s. 

“Goodnight, boys..” Phil whispered, his hand carding both of his son’s hair.

The mumbled goodnights in return, before his eyes slipped shut and he fell asleep into the embrace of his two sons, in silence, minus the soft purring from the two younger men and chuffs.