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“....unfortunately  vampire hunters have discovered more than 50 dead bodies with vampire markings this week, therefore a curfew has been set. No one is allowed outside past 8PM which even that is pushing the limits as the sun starts setting at 7PM. Those however that will be seen past 8PM outside, will be charged with a fine of 50 dollars. Thank you for listening now….” 

The TV screen went black and now the room was deathly quiet, for a few seconds at least “AY WHAT THE FUCK?!” A young blond teenager yelled at the now black screen. He got up from the old stained and creaky couch and went to examine the now broken? TV.

’Did I forget to pay the electricity bills? Tommy pondered as he began to mess with the big mass of wires that were curled up into one big wire ball “Well shit.” He muttered as he messed with the wires that really made no sense to him whatsoever.

’ I mean not like I lost much, all of the vampire shit was gettin’ real annoying’ The teen stopped messing with the wires as he sat back down on the ugly old couch. He pulled out his broken phone, the only thing holding the device together was a cheap see through tape. 

Tommy unlocked his phone going into his contacts to call his electricity expert friend-Tubbo. Now Tommy wasn't one to call people for help, I mean he was the biggest man of them all! But Tommy was quite bored and needed to complain about this to someone and annoy the person to death and well…Tubbo was his best victim. The only victim for his torturing methods that could stand them actually.

He went to his contacts only to find them totally blank….”What the-” oh right he dropped his phone into the toilet yesterday….how that made all of his contacts disappear no one knows…but it sure did happen!

’ Fuuck…ugh whatever I can just type the number in from memory’  Or so he thought as he typed in the number ever so confidently.

Tommy: Tubsooo entertainn meeee- my bitch of a  TV is out and idk why-

Tommy texted “Tubbo’s number” once he put it in, ofcourse he didnt name his friend since he was too annoyed from the TV incident and honestly was too tired even though he woke up like two hours ago.

Unknown: Sucks to suck

Tommy: How fucking dare you Tubbo…next time we get icecream I’ll dump that shit onto your head >:((

Unknown: Sure sure

Tommy: wtf u actin so sus?

Tommy was practically squinting at his phone as he was reading messages from the supposed “Tubbo”. Something felt off…not..right

Unknown: hmmm I haven’t a clue, maybe because you know I am not this “Tubbo” individual?

Tommy: wtf- no u have to be Tubbo I literally typed in your number- stop joking 

Unknown: Then you must’ve typed it in wrong

Tommy: impossible! I have the best memory of all-! How dare you insult me-

Unknown: Judging by the fact that I am not Tubbo, then clearly not kid.

Tommy: kid? KID?! I am not a kid I’ll let you know!! I am the biggest men of them all!! 

Unknown: Uh huh suree 

Tommy: fine then old nerddd! 

Unknown: …. excuse me? 

Tommy: what? are you so old that you cant even comprehend a single sentance?

Unknown: Rude

Tommy: thats kinda the point bitch

Unknown: how is a six year old allowed to swear?

Tommy: I AM NOT SIX YOU GRANDPA

Unknown: Damn and the attitude

Tommy:  I AM LITERALLY SIXTEEN NOT SIX IS YOUR BRAIN REALLY THAT ROTTED?!

Unknown: sixteen…six hm seems the same 

Tommy: OH MY FUCKING GOD

Now I know I know you guys probably think that  giving a stranger your age is not smart but it kinda slipped from Tommy’s mind okay? Not his fault…entirely..

Tommy: AT LEAST I AM NOT 80

Unknown: I am NOT 80 how dare thy 

Tommy: Suuuureee 

Unknown: Really I am not-!

Tommy: Then how old are you? 60?!

Unknown: No- and why should I give a complete stranger, a kid might I add, my age?

Tommy: BITCH YOU KNOW MINE

Unknown: Okay and? 

Tommy: fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you

Unknown: Is that supposed to convince me? If so you’re doing a very poor job at it.

Tommy: >:(  give me your age 

Unknown: Wow so scary-

Tommy: Gimme your age or else!

Unknown: Or else what-? You’ll cry?

Tommy: Or or I’ll suck your blood dry uh huh! Yeah- cause am a very big vampire-

Unknown: Oh really?

Tommy: YEAH-!!

Unknown: I find that really hard to belive kid

Tommy: NOT A KID

Tommy was full on frowning at his phone. He was frowning so hard that his face was all red and his cheeks were all puffed, one might even compare him to an angry chipmunk.

Tommy: WELL I BET YOU ARE SUPER OLD AND NOT COOL AT ALL AND VERY NERDY BUT IN A LAME WAY- 

Unknown: Bruuuuh 

Tommy: Fuck you

Unknown: Yeah yeah, go bother your friend I have to go

Tommy: Why?! You pussying out?!

Unknown: I am pretty sure that that’s not even a word- but no I have adult things to do kid-

Tommy: fuck you too then

Unknown: Drama queen

Tommy: asshole

Unknown: immature child

Tommy made a very offended gasp behind his phone as he send multiple texts of curses that went unread as this unknown person had left. 

“Fucking prick, I’ll show him.” Tommy muttered out as he put his phone away signing.

 He got up from the couch walking out of the living room to the front door as he put on his shoes and slung a messanger bag over his shoulder and headed out, locking his door before leaving to go to his work, hoping that his boss would let him go home earlier due to the new annoying curfew. 

He really should get that electricity bill payed..

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The bell to the bakery rang sweetly just like everything in the place. In through the doors came the blond teenage kid known as Tommy, the second he stepped a foot in the bakery he was enveloped with warmth and the smell of sweet delicious pastries, his mouth watered at just the thought of them.

“Tommy!” A young lady with pink hair greeted Tommy from the counter, her smile was big and warm like a sun on a warm day. 

“I was almost afriad you wouldnt come- you know since the news.” She said with a awkward and nervous laugh “It got a few people spooked.” She gestured to the lack of staff and the less people in the bakery.

“Well Niki you see.. they’re all pussies!! Ofcoure I would come I am the biggest men of them all!” Tommy grinned as he went behind the counter and into the employee only staff room to put an apron on so he wouldnt have a stain on his shirt if he spilled something.

She laughed at his comment as she was making someone’s coffee order “Ofcourse, I’m just glad you’re here, Puffy is really nervous from the lack of staff already so it’s good that you’re here.” Niki explained as Tommy went to the front of the counter to take orders.

“Well that must be shit.” He mumbled as he began to take orders ‘Can’t believe that people would believe such a bullshit. I mean those people probably died by a psychopath.’ Tommy thought as he wrote down orders and gave them to Niki, sometimes doing some orders himself when no one was at the counter ordering stuff, which was most of the time since as stated before the cafe was half empty. 

“Hey um, Niki?” Tommy began his question as he was making dark coffee pure dark coffee ‘Who the fuck drinks this stuff, eugh’ Tommy made a disgusted face at the bitter dark drink he was making. 

“Hm?” Niki looked at Tommy with a questioning glance giving him the opportunity to speak as she was packing up some pastries for someone “Do you think I can talk to puffy about leaving earlier since you know…the curfew and all?” Tommy nervously said as he placed a lid on the cup “Yeah I’m pretty sure she’s going to leave earlier herself so I don’t see why she wouldn’t let you go.” Niki gave Tommy a reassuring smile as she went to the front counter to give the pastries to the person that ordered them. Tommy just nodded as he grabbed the cup going to the front of the counter as well.

“Black coffee for-“ Tommy looked down at the name on the cup, ‘Who the fuck names their kid Wilbur?!’ and he rolled his eyes “-Wilbur!” Tommy called out as he placed the cup on the counter. Soon a fucking tall lanky brown haired man with round glasses came to the counter. He was wearing a long trench coat that looked like it costed a whole bunch with a turtleneck sweater underneath ‘How the fuck is this guy not sweating’ Tommy was all but baffled and annoyed by the guy’s appearance. This Wilbur fella looked like a rich asshole without any style whatsoever. 

“Thanks-“ The guy said taking the cup of coffee in one hand and with the other he gave Tommy the money “Yeah, whatever bitchboy.” Tommy had a disgusted look on his face as he watched the man take a sip of his coffee “Rude,” The man remarked as he began walking out, but just as he was about to leave he shouted “You should smile and not look like an agitated raccoon!” And then he left leaving Tommy gaping like an angry fish ‘That motherfucking son of a bitch!’ Tommy’s face was all red as he stomped away to the tea pot, deciding that he needed something to cool down with.

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When the clock hit 7PM Tommy began to make his way to Puffy’s office, after all she was his boss. He stood before the door with a raised hand ready to knock. He was nervous but he pushed it aside deciding that he needed to do this as he really did not want to pay a fine for being outside later than he should. So he knocked on the wooden door of Puffy’s office. 

“Come in.” Came a tired voice from the other side of the door. Tommy took a deep breath and opened the door, stepping into the office he closed the door behind himself “Tommy? Why’re you here? Is something wrong?” Came a worried voice from the woman before him. She had split brown and white long hair that were now falling in front of her emerald green eyes. Her red coat was placed on the chair she was sitting on, her white shirt seemed to be all wrinkled up. 

“Oh well nothing is really wrong I just wanted to ask something.” At his reply Puffy seemed to relax a bit, nodding for him to continue talking “Well I wanted to know if I could end my shifts earlier? Of Course I could start working more early then usually because of that I just don’t want to be out past the curfew and-“ Tommy started to rant out and Puffy smiled at him fondly “Tommy calm down.” She cut him off before he went into a spiral of an hour long explanation “It’s okay, I understand, of course you can go home earlier. I myself will be going home sooner.” She tried to calm the boy down. 

Tommy nodded, relief flooding him as he smiled “Okay, can I start earlier than?” He asked and Puffy only sighed as she knew already that if she said no he would just start ranting off about why he should start earlier “Sure, if it’ll make you happy.” She chuckled and Tommy nodded “And before you go Tommy.” She said as Tommy was already half step away from her office door “Yeah?” He looked back at her “You are going to have a new co-worker tomorrow sonplease try and be nice to him?” She gave him a pleading smile and he just sighed “I’ll try.” Puffy smiled in relief “But if he is an asshole then I am not being nice.” Tommy then added “Of course, of course.” Puffy chuckled at him  “Now go home and rest .” Puffy pointed to the door smiling and Tommy nodded “Okay, bye Puffy! Goodnight.” He said before leaving her office with the biggest grin ever. 

The streets were empty and the air was cold and with the wind blowing it was even colder which was odd because it was the middle of July ‘Weird fuckin’ tempeture’ Tommy rolled his eyes as he fast walked into his apartment as he did not wish to freeze today.

When he got into his apartment a ding sounded from his half dead phone. 

Unknown: Tommy r u alr- u have not texted me for three days

Tommy: Tubbo?

Unknown: Yup

Tommy: Oh ya sorry big man my phone fell into the toulet so it got all of my contacts messed up and all of my social apps uninstalled

Tommy changed ‘unknown’ to Tubso

Tubso: Tommy….that is not how phones work…

Tommy: yayaya whatever

Tommy: Anyway can ya come to my apartment cos my fucking dumbass TV broke or I forgot to pay the fuckin’ electricity bills-

Tubso: Do your lights work?

Tommy: yeaaa? Y?

Tubso: Then ur TV broke u idiot

Tommy: k

Tubso: right I’ll see when I can come to ur house it will be in like a few days tho so dw 

Tommy: k we can get an ice cream when we u get here

Tubso: Tommy no- you need to pay ur bills-

Tommy: it's fiiiineeeeeee

Tubso: Tommy istfg

Tommy: gtg bbyeee

Tubso: ……we will talk abt this later-

Tommy rolled his eyes as he kicked off his shoes as he got into his apartment. He grabbed a blanket that looked very thin and he sat down on his couch covering himself with it to get some warmth. Tommy did not feel like eating and it wasn’t like he could anyway, he was pretty sure that his fridge had only like a few water bottles in it….man he really did need to save some money for food-

Tommy: Yooooo old nerd man

Tommy: give me ur name 

Tommy: u have mine so I want urs

Tommy: rn 

Tommy spammed the unknown number that he was texting with earlier attempting to get this person’s name.

Unknown: no

Tommy: Come onnnnnm

Tommy: ur so fuckin annoying like that fucking customer I had today 

Unknown: oh really?

Tommy: yes really like who tf names their fucking child Wilbur like am pretty sure that name is so outta date

Unknown : L  that man sounds annoying

Tommy: he is!!! Fucking bitch boy like who the hell wears a coat AND a jumper at the same time in the middle of July?!

Unknown: Sounds like a psycho

Tommy: ikr? 

Unknown: yup

Tommy: He looked like a fucking slenderman thing

Unknown: a what?

Tommy: A tall and lanky demon

Unknown: that just sounds funny

Tommy: that bitch fucking insulted me

Unknown: oh really?

Tommy: he fucking said that I look like an agitated raccon!!! How fucking dare he

Unknown: hmmm honestly- I can see it

Tommy: EXCUSE ME?!?! I thought you were on my side!!!

Unknown: I am but you would be a perfect racoon

Tommy: You fucking asshole 

Tommy: wait-

Tommy: …..you bastard

Unknown: Uh huh?

Tommy: YOU FUCKING DISTRACTED ME FROM ME GETTING YOUR BITCH ASS NAME YOU FUCK FACE BITCH

Unknown: Geez calm down and I am still not giving you my name

Tommy: Ure an asshole truly

Unknown: Then why not block my number or delete it?

Tommy: far fucked fucker

Unknown: you have a worse mouth then a sailor

Tommy: thank you >:]

Unknown: ….gremlin child

Tommy: fuck off

Unknown: uh huh go to sleep now child

Tommy: NOT A CHILD 

Unknown: surreeeee

Tommy: and who even needs fucking sleep

Unknown: You- now go sleep 

Tommy: give me ur name first 

Unknown: I’ll tell you tomorrow 

Tommy: ughhhh fineeee

Unknown: good 

Tommy rolled his eyes as he rose up from his couch all angry and started to stomp out of the room like a agitated raccoon. 

When Tommy got to his excuse of a room, he put his phone on his nightstand and plugged it in a charger. Tommy threw his shirt off along with his pants and socks changing into his pajamas. Once he had done that he laid down on the mattress on the floor of the room and looked up at the white ceiling that was more so yellow with all that mold. 

“Ughh” Tommy groaned as he cevered himself in the covers as he fell asleep. 

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Beep beep 

A loud annoying sound blared through the thin walls of Tommy’s apartment and he stirred awake. Tommy, with his eyes still closed, tried to shut off his clock alarm thing he had placed on the bedside table “Where the fuck is it-“ he grumbled as he moved his hand around more furiously before his hand punched something and the alarm went silent. 

“Finally-“ Tommy covered his eyes with his forearm mentally preparing himself for the new day and the apparantally new co-worker he was getting, unfortunately Niki nor his boss Puffy wouldn't be in today as they stated that they were having some bonding time or whatever. Puffy and Niki are really close friends from what Tommy can tell and when they took the day off, he didn't blame them but what he did blame Puffy for was that every single time she was out, she made the person in charge be Bad, a friend of hers. Now Tommy isn’t one to complain except Bad just makes his sanity go off it’s heels. The last thing Tommy needs is hearing coloured swear words. 

Tommy sighed heavily as he got up from his bed changing into new clothes which, to be honest was a copy of the same outfit that he wore yesterday. He yawned as he stared at his phone for a second.

Tommy: Give me ur name 

Bitch: Bruhh seriously? The first thing you do when you wake up is ask for my name?

Tommy: stfu >:(

Bitch: Well someone woke up with an attitude.

Tommy: Shut up I have earlier shifts

Bitch: you’re sixteen and working?

Tommy: u got a problem?!

Bitch: nah, just don't overwork yourself

Tommy: Pft- me?! The big TOMMYINNIT OVERWORK HIMSELF?! Hah ur funny

Bitch: just go to work

Tommy: I still have time to get there-

Bitch: better early than late

Tommy: oh my fucking god 

Bitch: you’re welcome 

Tommy rolled his eyes shutting his phone off as he messily put on his shoes and threw his messenger bag over his shoulder and bolted out of his apartment running to his work. 

As he walked to his work he felt chills going through his whole body, man he really should’ve grabbed that jacket.

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Tommy walked in through the front door of the bakery. He walked in and turned the sign on the door to ‘OPEN’. When he turned around he spotted a boy around his age with jet black hair and yellow-brown eyes behind the counter nervously listening to what Bad had to say. 

Tommy walked over and behind the counter “Hey Bad.” He greeted the man casually “Hey Tommy, this is your new co-worker Jeff.” Tommy nodded at the explanation doing a lazy wave as he really just did not give a single flying fuck anymore. 

Then he walked to the employee only room to store his messenger bag and put on an apron. When he did that he walked back in front of the counter where this Jeff guy was now standing alone. 

“Hey-“ Tommy tried to strike up a conversation to hopefully make friends with this guy but that was all shut down when the guy rolled his eyes and turned his back on him “Do your work.” Was all that the guy said.

“Well fuck you too then.” Tommy muttered as he rolled his eyes as well “Language-!” Was heard down from the hallway and Tommy wondered how the fuck would Bad hear that. 

The guy seemed annoyed at Tommy even though he didn’t do anything! That guy was a total jackass, no kidding. 

Tommy sighed as he went to the front of the counter, putting his elbows on the counter and hands under his chin he tiredly waited for people to show up.

Throughout the day people came in and out but it wasn’t much, well not as much as it used to be.

‘Can’t believe those people would believe such bullshit vampires obviously do not live here like ughhh’ Tommy thought as he was cleaning some tables five hours into his shift. Most people who were there earlier left and the people remaining were very few so he had some time to do that, honestly he felt like if he didnt do it, then there was no way the new guy would. 

Ah yes the ‘new guy’. Tommy sighed even at the tought or him. Ever since their shift started it has been nothing but hell with him, all Jeff did was play on his phone, take like two orders but mess even those two up (like who the hell can mess up a normal coffe?!) and not to mention he made purposely mess for Tommy to clean, all in all the guy is a total dick and Tommy is going to take this to Puffy once she and Niki return. 

Tommy took the dirty cleaning towel to the sink in the kitchen and cleaned it off. He hung it up to let it dry and walked back out seeing…..that bitchboy.

He walked to the front counter and with the most ‘I am dying inside voice’ he said “Welcome to the Cloud bakery, what do you want?” He fid not give Wilbur any smiles or sweet welcomes, no he did not deserve that.

“Awh, why so glum Toms?” The man asked with a smug grin ‘Fuck nametags man’ Tommy’s eye twitched “Do not call me that bitchboy.” He glared at the tall lanky man “Order or leave.” He added as Wilbur chuckled “Fine fine, I’ll take black coffee .” Tommy made a disgusted noise as he rolled his eyes “Gonna get a fucking heartattack you weird ass bitch.” Tommy mumbled as he began to make the coffee keeping an eye on Jeff to make sure he doesnt do anything. 

Once Tommy is done with it he gives it to Wilbur who thanks him “See you tomorrow.” Wilbur waved as he began to leave “I hope not.” Tommy says with a roll of his eyes.

By the tome that Wilbur leaves it is already time for Tommy to clock out and close the bakery. So Tommy begins to put away his apron and-

Crash

‘What the fuck was that-‘ Tommy’s eye twitches ‘I swear to fucking god if that asshole did something-‘ Tommy quickly walks to the kitchen thing that is used to bake the pastries in the morning ,which usually Niki does or this time Bad did, and sees Jeff with bunch of pastries on the floor “What the fucking hell dude-“ Tommy walks over to him as he snatches the big plate with the rest of the pastries that managed to not fall away. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry Tommy it looks like you’ll have to stay later and clean this up-“ Jeff says with that fake sad tone of his as Tommy angrily looks at the floor “Me?! No no-! You made this mess so you clean it!”But by the time that Tommy finishes talking Jeff is already gone “MOTHERFUCKER-!” Tommy yelled as he seethed with anger. 

Having apparently no choice he grabbed a broom and started cleaning the shit up, it was all over the floor and he had to mop it too since some of them had a frosting on top. 

‘i swear to prime I will murder this fucker-‘ Tommy puts the mop and broom away once everything is cleaned. He looks at the clock and his heart nearly drops to the ground ‘7:40’ there is no way in fucking hell that he will be able to make it back to his apartment in time. While Tommy wasn't worried about the vampires he did not want to pay a fine. So the logical thing to do was run like he was being chased.

At some point in his running away process he actually got scared off of his balls when an actual crow was following him so he just sped up more, of course though that crow flew past him and wasn't actually following him ...right? Well, Tommy brushed it off and went on and about his running to his apartment. 

When he finally got there he was out of breath and halfway dead on his living room floor panting like a dog without water.

“Fucking……..hell-“ Tommy took big gulps of breath as he lay there on the floor. He covers his eyes with his hands. This was certainly not the best day- 

Tommy looked up at the ceiling and then at his phon opening up messanger.. 

BeeBoy: hey big man wanna hang out tmrrw after ur work? 

BigMan: sure big T- 

BeeBoy: perfect 

BigMan: am so dying today-

BeeBoy: DONT YOU DARE EAT THE FUCKING DIRT AGAIN-

BigMan: I wasn’t even talking about that-

BeeBoy: Oh-

BigMan: if I could I would fucking slap you

BeeBoy: oof- anyway- what happened?

BigMan: so I have this new coworker and he’s a total asshole-

BeeBoy: you think everybody is a asshole tommy-

BigMan: no I dont stfu

BeeBoy: sure sure

BigMan: shit up 

BeeBoy: *shut up 

BigMan: Stop- 

BeeBoy: no

BigMan: ugh whatever ANYWAY his name is jeff

BeeBoy: Oh no- 

BigMan: Ikr?

BigMan: and this bitch just kept on making mess on purpose and I almost fucking didnt make it home before the fucking curfew like I dont want to fucking pay a fine-

BeeBoy: oh damn- did u talk to Puffy abt it?

BigMan: couldnt she was out with Niki hanging out

BeeBoy: ah- well then, do it tmrrw

BigMan: I will I will

BeeBoy: alright well igtg 

BigMan: u trynna vote for Schlatt again and make him win as the president for l’manburg

BeeBoy: …..

BeeBoy: no

BigMan: fanboy 

BeeBoy: Okay how dare you- 

BigMan: come onnn Tubsoo that man is a creep!!

BeeBoy: no hes not?!

BigMan: Tubbo he literally is almost never seen outside- the only place u can fucking find him is a bar-

BeeBoy: just because he has a few drinks-

BigMan: tubbo he literally got fucking wasted at the selection party thing someone hosted for the vote selections- which is very dumb and unneeded 

BeeBoy: naaahhhh hes fiinee

BigMan: he looks like hes high-

BeeBoy: okay you know what?! I think its time for you to eat and take a nap!

BigMan: A nap- what am I a LITTLE CHILD?! 

BeeBoy: kay byeeee

BigMan: TUBBO 

BigMan: TUBBO ISTG 

“Ughh-“ Tommy groaned, rolling his eyes as he slowly stood up from the ground he was laying on and began walking to the kitchen with his phone in hand.

Tommy: how tf do u make instant noodles under two seconds without needing to watch over them

Bitch: Tommy that’s not how it works

Tommy: shut up am hungry but too exhausted

Tommy: Today was hard

Bitch: fair

Tommy: like really hard- I just feel like passing out right here

Bitch: did something happen?  you are cursing less than usual.

Tommy: eh just a bitch coworker with the name of jeff

Tommy: mentioning names- 

Bitch: oh gods

Tommy: give me urs u promised 

Tommy had a hopeful look on his face as he boiled the water and after he put the noodles in…now he was goofing off on his phone, zero attention on the noodles.

Bitch: fine since you won't stop bugging me about it

Tommy: AHAHA!! YESS

Bitch: you can call me Techno 

Tommy: I feel like ur lying

Bitch: I’m not, it is my name, just the shorter version of it

Tommy: uggghhh fineee I’ll take it

Bitch: but- back to the subject of why jeff is a bitch coworker?

Tommy: riighhtttt wellll

Bitch: Well-?

Tommy: ugh he kept on making a mess on purpose and when I was supposed to clock out he purposely dropped some shit on ground that I had to clean and I almost didnt get home in time

Bitch:… yikes that must suck, honestly

Tommy: istg I hate that guy so much

Bitch: fair 

Tommy: well what’s happening in urblife-??

Bitch: ehhh…just brother being an annoying nerd

Tommy: ha- L

Bitch: bruuuhhh

Bitch: I ain’t ever going to tell you anything again

Tommy: fuuckk noooo 

Tommy: ah shit my noodles-

Tommy quickly put the phone on the counter as he rushed to turn the fire on the stove off “Shit,shit,shit,shit!” He mumbled the whole time as he put the fire on the noodles off “Well…at least it’s cooked well now?” Tommy stared at the noodles that looked a bit too cooked “Whatever- as long as they’re edible.” Tommy just shook his head as he got a plate out of a cabinet and put the noodles on it, grabbing a fork he started to slowly eat them “Definitely a bit fucking burned.” He sighed as he picked up his phone with one hand as he ate the noodles with the other with a fork.

Bitch: what happened?

Tommy: I burned the noodles-

Bitch: ..how even- how?!

Tommy: I dont knoww

Bitch: Gee Tommy- you need to learn how to cook

Tommy: Oh shut the fuck up- 

Tommy: I’m going to eat 

Bitch: don’t make yourself sick

Tommy: whatever whatever ttyl

Bitch: ttyl and goodnight…racoon

Tommy: EXCUSE ME?!

Tommy: RACOON?! I AM NOT A FUCKING RACOON-

Tommy: YOU BITCHY NERD 

Tommy’s face was all red as he was smiling a bit. He sighed and put his phone in his pocket. Finishing his noodles he put the plate into the sink, washing it clean he then walked back to his room exhausted, passing out once again.

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Tommy felt warm..unnaturally warm, it was nearly impossible to feel this warm in his apartment even on summer days. Tommy did not felt like getting up or opening his eyes at all but he knew there was work to be done and friends to be met with (one friend specifically) only when his alarm went off sending him into a wave of paranoid anxiety shock, almost throwing himself off of the bed, did he fully wake up. 

With half lidded eyes, cheeks red like apples, skin pale like that of his ugly white apartment walls and head hurting as if a thousand knives were stabbing it at once he got out of bed, sneezing slightly. No Tommy was absolutely not sick, this was probably just some prank his body was pulling on him…yeah! He was just going to take a pill for a headache and a paralen and he was going to be a-okay! 

Tommy put one hand up to his head “Damnit, I’m not getting sick now-“ he closed his eyes for a second before reopening them again. He sighed as he began to walk out, going to the bathroom to get out a pill for a headache and paralen. 

Now Tommy wasn’t an expert at healing fevers but even he knew that chugging two pills at once on an empty stomach was not a good idea but did that stop him?…..no. Could you blame him though? He needed to get to work and he needed the pills to make their effect sooner than later. 

BigT: so technically hypothetically if somebody ate a headache pill and a paralen would they die-?

Tech-no-bitches: Well no, I just imagine that you would get a stomach ache, Tommy at least eat something.

BigT: Hey I didn't say that it was me!!

Tech-no-bitches: Yeah well you wouldn't ask for that sort of information if you didn’t do it

BigT: how tf can u know that?! We only have spoken for like- three days?! 

Tech-no-bitches: Four, and for the latter you are a very easy readable character.

BigT: ugh whatever, give me ur discord- I dont wanna spend my muney on all of these SMS

Tech-no-bitches: Such a demanding racoon kit

BigT: Excuse me-?! 

BigT: I am not a fucking racoon! 

BigT: And what the fuck is a kit?!

Tech-no-bitches: bruhhh what’d you not listen in your classes?

BigT: of course I did not who even listens to biology? It's not needed

Tech-no-bitches: fair I guess 

BigT: Now go bother someone else I got work to get to and women to catch! 

Tech-no-bitches: well last time I checked you were the one that texted me

BigT: Shoo! 

Tommy shoved his phone in his messenger bag as he was now walking along the path to his work eating some sunflower seeds because that was the only thing that he could grab to eat before he bolted out of his apartment.

As he was walking with the small bag of seeds in his hand he wondered what would happen if he told Puffy or even if he should tell on Jeff to Puffy anyways. They were quite short staffed after all but it wasn’t like Jeff did anything important, hell he didn’t do anything at all yesterday! The whole day he just played on his phone and made a mess for him to clean! 

To say that Tommy didn’t know what to do was an understatement…but he surely had to do something, he wasn’t going to get bullied by some asshole he knew that for sure. Well if he didn't want to tell Puffy then what— Caw!  

Tommy got startled as he heard the loud screech of a crow next to his ear, he was frozen for only a second as he regained himself. Gosh what was it with him lately?! 

Tommy looked at where the sound came from and soon he saw a crow on a bench…just..standing there. ‘Weird ass crow’ Tommy shook his head as he ate another sunflower seed and the bird flapped its wings. Tommy for a second stared at the crow, after a while he looked back at the sunflower seeds left in his hand and then back at the crow “Nah man this is mine.” Tommy said as he began to raise his hand to his mouth to eat the seeds when the crow hopped closer tilting its head to one side.

‘Oh for fucks sake’ Tommy groaned as he lowered his hand down opening his palm and guesturing for the crow to take it. 

The crow cawed happily as it hopped closer, eating the seeds out of his hand. Tommy only stared at it as it ate feeling a bit of a fond feeling in his chest ‘what the fuck- am I happy to see this bird- man this is weird-‘ Tommy thought as he pulled his hand away from the crow once the seeds were all gone. 

“Alright you got your fucking food now shoo-“ Tommy made a shooing motion with his hand but the crow didn’t budge. Has Tommy made a mistake by feeding the crow with the seeds? Probably. Did he give a shit? Absolutely not. And that’s exactly why, as the big man that he is, started walking away at the speed of a light, totally not creeped out by what just happed ‘It’s just a bird why am I so fucking weirded out by it- eeugh..bad vibes this bird has more bad vibes then any bird alive probably..’

Tommy shook his head as he continued to walk and before he even himself knew it he arrived at his destination—the famous ‘Heaven cloud cafe-bakery’ 

….

Listen, he did not know why it was named like that…only Puffy knew, well…not really not even she did, when he one day asked her about her weird naming of the cafe she just scratched the back of her head shrugging.

 Anyway, Tommy walked into the sweet little bakery, unlocking the doors and turning on the lights. The bakery was empty as it was not open yet, and so with the quiet bakery Tommy began doing his daily routine. 

He put his apron on and began putting the freshly made baked goods on the counter that is behind a window for show off but to also sell. Tommy has no idea what it’s called and honestly he doesn't really care. 

After he was done with that, he made sure there were enough coffee package things that the coffee was made out of when he shoved that shit into the coffee maker. He made sure there was enough milk and cups and all that stuff. After all that was done Tommy treated himself with some tea. 

Enjoying the hot liquid with that sweet taste was what he needed right now, thankfully the pills have already started doing their effect but that did not mean his stomach was okay, because it wasn't, man he really should’ve eaten something else than sunflower seeds…

————Techno’s Pov—————

Techno knew Tommy wasn’t the smartest, really that kid will get himself killed but…it still did concern him when the kid asked him if he would die out of eating two pills at once, did this kid get no basic education? 

Techno: Well no, I just imagine that you would get a stomach ache, Tommy at least eat something.

Racoon: Hey I didn't say that it was me!!

Techno: Yeah well you wouldn't ask for that sort of information if you didn’t do it

Racoon: how tf can u know that?! We only have spoken for like- three days?! 

Techno: Four, and for the latter you are a very easy readable character.

Tommy: ugh whatever, give me ur discord- I dont wanna spend my muney on all of these SMS

Techno: Such a demanding racoon kit

Racoon: Excuse me-?! 

Racoon: I am not a fucking racoon! 

Racoon: And what the fuck is a kit?!

Techno: bruhhh what’d you not listen in your classes?

Racoon: of course I did not who even listens to biology? It's not needed

Techno: fair I guess 

Racoon: Now go bother someone else I got work to get to and women to catch! 

Techno: well last time I checked you were the one that texted me

Racoon: Shoo! 

Techno just signed as he shook his head, a strand of his pink hair falling in front of his face escaping from the bun that he had made at the lower part of his head near his neck. 

“What’s got you frowning brother-?” Wilbur said with a smug grin, getting a sharp glare from Techno in return “Oh shut up Wil.” With a roll of his eyes Techno stood up pocketing his phone “What’re you doing in my room anyway? And have you ever heard of knocking?” Now it was Wilbur’s turn to roll his eyes as he laughed with a smile “Eh, just- dadza has been pacing around the living room for an hour, which to be honest is quite concerning.” Techno huffed “Figured, with the nervous sparks that have been going through the bond from him I’m guessing that he probably lost one of his crows again.” Wilbur shrugged “He looks pretty mad too.” Techno made an “Ah,” noise and sighed once again “He lost Jared again then.” 

Wilbur made an annoyed groan as he rolled his eyes “I dont get why he even keeps that one around, that bird is nothing but a pain in the ass.” Techno let out a huff that sounded very close to a chuckle “You only say that because it tried to pluck your eyes out.” Wilbur’s eye twitched “Well yeah! But it also broke my hidden blood stash!” Wilbur complained waving his arms around as if to prove a point “Exactly why you shouldn’t store blood under your bed.” Techno rolled his eyes as he began walking to the living room where Phil was, with Wilbur in tow. 

“I hate you so much-“ Wilbur cut off his sentence when the two twins walked into the living room only to see Phil pacing muttering something low under his breath. Techno rolled his eyes as he walked over to Phil and put a hand on his shoulder, making Phil stop his pacing and look around at Techno. 

“Techno.” Phil looked up at him, his wings all puffed up from the frustration and worry “Phil.” Techno said back to him staring into the older vampire’s deep red eyes “Jared he-“ Phil began but was soon cut off by Techno “Got lost again? Yeah figures.” Phil nodded “Geez why are you so sad and worried about that menace anyways! He’s evil!” Wilbur rolled his eyes as he walked closer to the two.

“Wilbur! Do not talk about Jared that way, I know you two don't get along well but please -“ Wilbur huffed but nodded knowing better than to defy his sire “I’m worried because I sent him to collect information on the human’s leader and their plans so we know what to do next, where to move and where to attack first.” Phil explained as his wings began to settle down. Both twins nodded, listening intensely “I’ll go and look for him then, couldn’t have gone too far off..” Techno stated, he was definitely not taking ‘no’ as an answer and everyone in the room knew it.

“Thanks.” Phil smiled warmly as Wilbur just stood there between the two looking like an angry chihuahua “I’m also going!” Wilbur exclaimed “Wilbur no-“ Techno glared at him “What do you mean no ?!” Wilbur glared right back “Do you seriously need me to remind you what happened the last time you went to a human town looking for Jared?” Techno raised an eyebrow at him “Techno is right Wilbur, for this one, stay. I know you know how to behave but I do not trust you going to a human town when looking for Jared…the last time was a disaster. ” Phil put his hand in Wilbur’s hair, gently stroking his scalp with his sharp talon-like-nails. 

“It wasn't that bad but fine.” Wilbur mumbled as he stubbornly looked at his sire who only smiled “Good. I’ll leave soon.” Techno said walking out of the living room to prepare, leaving Wilbur and Phil alone “No-“ Wilbur glared at his sire as his wings were raised with arms ready to squeeze Wilbur.

————Tommy Pov———-

When Tommy finished drinking his tea he felt more relaxed and calm ‘What did I put in this? Drugs?’ Tommy wondered as he stared at the empty tea cup he was now washing, he shook his head sighing. 

After he put the cup away he went back to the front counter and to the front door to turn the side around to ‘OPEN’ and when that was done he looked at the clock quite annoyed ‘Motherfucker didn’t even show up. If he gets paid for coming late or not being here at all  I’m going to kill him literally’ Tommy at this point was just annoyed, so he decided not to dwell on that subject for too long and just decided to go and wipe the tables or something. 

Tommy’s job as a barista was to make liquid drinks such as coffee and tea plus giving the customers their pastries but he was not supposed to be doing the job that probably Jeff was supposed to do, clean the tables and make sure everything looked nice and in order. 

…Ding…

The sound of a bell snapped Tommy from his thoughts. He looked up from the table only to see his annoying, mean and very much emo looking co-worker. (Not that there is anything wrong about looking emo)  Tommy instead of saying hi or something of the sort  just ignored him, he figured it was for the best.

Jeff walked past where Tommy was cleaning a table and pushed him which resulted in Tommy hitting his ribs on the side of the table “Ow! What the hell man?!” Tommy glared at Jeff who only rolled his eyes as he smirked and walked to the back ‘I swear that guy is a psychopath’ Tommy made an annoyed huffing noise as he walked away from the table, throwing the dirty cloth away. 

And so the day began, with Niki and Puffy not returning once again Bad was in charge. The news radio being obnoxiously annoying “So dramatic-“ Tommy huffs out as he finishes making a coffee order for a customer “What is?” Jeff asks while too making a coffee and doing his job for once. Tommy glances at him with a watchful eye “All the vampire bullshit- it's stupid.” Tommy rolls his eyes “Coffee for Vineguoristenhelim !” He calls out to the half full cafe ‘Jesus christ who names their kid like that?!’ “You’re an idiot or maybe a vampire hm?” The blackenette scoffed, Jeff had a dark glint in his dirty orange eyes as he looked Tommy up and down “Are you dumb ye dipshit? I’ve literally got blue eyes and can walk in the sun arsehole.” Tommy gave him a nasty look back as the person came for their coffee paying for it. 

“Yeah, would truly be sad if little Tommy was a vampire~” Jeff sang out grinning like the cheshire cat “You little fuckfa-“ Tommy was all red in the face when he felt a hand on his shoulder “Tommy,” Tommy snapped his head to look at the hand’s owner and sure enough he saw Bad “Hey Bad.” Tommy gritted through his teeth with a fake smile “How about you take a break hm?” Bad then gave Tommy a double tap on his shoulder which meant that he was going to have a talk with the Jeff kid. Bad and Tommy had a silent way to communicate from which most used by the two were taps.

Tommy’s shoulders slumped down and he nodded “You have thirty minutes.” Bad gave Tommy a reassuring smile as the young boy made his way to the employee room and took off his apron texting Tubbo that he was free to hangout.

Tommy then put his phone in his pocket once more when he and Tubbo said what place they would meet at. As Tommy passed by Jeff he thought that if looks could kill then Tommy would definitely be dead. 

He walked out of the store at a record pace and for a minute he stopped, Tommy usually went to work early and ended late, so seeing so many people outside was a ...change in his lifestyle for sure…but he didn’t mind after all he and Tubbo were about to grab the best ice cream from town. 

When Tommy arrived in front of the ice cream shop he was engulfed in a hug by Tubbo “Hey big man! I haven’t seen you for so long!” Tommy grinned “Yup! Glad to see you too Tubs.” The blond grinned at the brown haired short boy “Shall we got some of that ice cream?” Tubbo nodded “And hopefully not get scammed.” They both giggled as they entered the ‘Ranboo and Fundy’s  ice cream shop’

When the duo entered the shop the first thing that they saw was a snowman trapped in a corner enslaved to give snowballs. How that was fucking possible Tommy did not have a clue “Hello welcome to Ranboo and Fundy’s icecream shop!” A man with orange hair and a cap with fox ears? Or were they actually growing out of his head-? greeted the two when they came closer to the counter ‘Weirdo’ “What would you like?” The man asked, behind him stood a tall teenager with half black and half white split hair, they wore a black and white mask that was equally split. The mask’s eyes were different colors, one was green and the other was red.

“Hm, I’ll have the vanilla ice cream.” Tubbo said after a bit of thinking “I’ll have the chocolate! Thanks  furry boy.” Tommy grinned, staring right into the man’s gray eyes as he said it. The man blinked once, twice “What. The fuck did you just called me-?” The man’s eye twitched, looking like he heard that comment a hundred times before yet it still angers him “Tommy-!” Tubbo hissed as he gave him a light slap on the back of his head “What? It’s true! Just look at him!” Tommy gestured with his hands “I’m so sorry for my friend-“ Tubbo began as the tall one gave the two their ice creams “It’s fine- to be fair he is a bit if a furry-'' Now the red haired male glared at the talle one “How dare you Ranboo. How dare you betray me like this-“ The supposed ‘Ranboo’ chuckled, still looking a bit nervous.

Tommy and Tubbo were both chuckling as they paid for their ice cream even though Tubbo wanted to pay for both “Ya nice meeting ya Ranboob and Furry boy-!” Tommy yelled before he and Tubbo walked out of the store and started making their way into a nearby park. 

“So, how have you been?” Tommy asked Tubbo as the duo walked in the park  “Eh, I’ve been alright- just picked up a new job of being some assistant.” Tubbo replied “Wait, didn't you work with tech stuff in the hunter’s HHQ?” Tommy raised an eyebrow as Tubbo nodded “Yeah, but they deemed it too dangerous or whatever and so they gave me some money and kicked me out.” He explained and the blond scoffed “What a bunch of assholes.” Tommy shook his head as they passed some overgrown trees.

 “Well, at least I don’t have to interact with Dream ever again.” Tubbo gave Tommy a small smile “Yeah, that fucker gives off some real weird vibes.” They both nodded agreeing “Wearing that creepy ass smiley mask.” Tommy mumbled.

“What has been going on at yours? The last time I heard of you, you were complaining about your TV” Tubbo asked as they settled down on a bench, eating their ice cream peacefully. “I messaged this guy when I wanted to message you cos I got your number wrong.” Tommy casually said “Tommy- please tell me that you didn’t talk to him further than needed.” Tommy went quiet for a bit “Tommyyyyy-“ Tubbo groaned “Well it isn’t talking if you’re texting-“ Tommy began “ Tommmyyyyy- “ Tubbo groaned more “Whaaaat? He’s actually pretty good to talk to-“ The blond said as he bit into the ice cream “You can’t just talk to strangers-“ Tubbo started to lecture him “Well I know his name so technically not strangers-“ He tried to reason once more “Tommy that is not how it works-“ Tubbo rolled his eyes as he started to bite the cone “Isn’t it though?” Tommy asked as he started biting the cone himself. Tubbo only shook his head “Well I gotta go back to work so-“ Once Tommy has ate the whole ice cream he made a pointing motion towards his workplace “Tommy this talk ain’t over-“ Tubbo started but was cut off “Mhm yup-“ Tommy nodded as he then started fast walking back. 

BigT: That asshole pushed me on a table now my stomach feels like shit-

Was the last message that Tommy sent Techno before returning back to work, drinking some herbal tea or some shit along the way. Tommy really needed a day off or something because his stomach was not going to make it but so wouldn’t his rent either….

So when Tommy clocked out at 7:30 PM with a burnt arm, a small bruise on his belly and a slightly bruised cheek he was more then done with Jeff he was definitely reporting that fucker to Puffy when she returned. 

When Tommy took a step out of his workplace he felt chills run up his spine. The kind of chills that you feel when someone or something is watching you, but Tommy just shook his head blaming it on the stomach as he started walking back to his apartment. 

Tommy’s red sneakers made soft footsteps on the wet concrete floor ‘Huh it must’ve rained while I was busy with work’  Tommy thought as he rubbed his eyes tiredly with his good hand. Damn what time was it? 

Just as Tommy was about to go and grab his phone to check the time he bumped into somebody, stumbling a bit he managed to catch himself  “Ah fuck- watch where you’re going-!” Tommy tiredly said, with a rather more tired tone than angry “O-Oh um sorry-“ The person he bumped into apologized and Tommy went to glare up at the guy only to realize that the person was very fucking tall at least 7 feet “Damn you’re pretty fuckin’ tall-“ Tommy practically gaped at the guy before him. 

The guy had one half of his hair black and the other half white. His face was covered by some black mask with some red carvings into it. The person wore a hood over the head, he wore one purple pauldron on each shoulder, black fabric sleeves going down to his wrists where it ended and he wore a black glove on one hand and a white one on the other. The person didn’t however wear a chestplate instead there was a brown leather chest harness which had some small straps sewed into it to be able to hold small weapons under it was a white button up shirt. The belt was black, littered with many pockets and straps to hold bigger weapons such as a sword. The pants were black, baggy and ripped, weather it was a style thing or not Tommy wouldn’t know and finally the guy wore…..regular fucking sneakers…..what the fu-

“Yeah, I get that…um but you really shouldn’t be out here at this time.” The person looked nervous ‘I feel like I know this guy-‘ Tommy was looking the person up and down “Oh yeah why? It’s still only like 7:30 PM.” Tommy replied confidently only to get the person in front of him to stare at Tommy as if he was dumb “Um…it’s 7:45 PM.” 

Oh…. so that’s why the guy gave him that look “Oh, well look sir -“ Tommy said the title with an annoyed tone “It’s Ranboo-“ ‘Oh! It’s that guy!’ Tommy grinned  “-yeah- Ranboob or whatever- I’m just on my way home-“ Tommy rolled his eyes at the nervous person in front of him “Then let me escort you! To make sure you get home safe.” But Ranboo wasn’t letting up, so with a tired and annoyed groan Tommy agreed “Fineeee.” It seemed Ranboo liked that answer as he visibly straightened his posture “Lead the way.” Tommy began walking with a sigh “Of Course.”  

And so Tommy began walking, with Ranboo beside him escorting him home. As they walked by the buildings that were getting more cheaper and uglier Ranboo spoke up “By the way,” Tommy looked at Ranboo with a raised eyebrow “What are your pronouns?” The question slightly caught him off guard but than again it wasn’t an unusual one “He/him and yours?” Tommy thought that I’d be only right to ask back since he didn’t even think about asking for Ranboo’s pronouns earlier. “He/they.” Tommy nodded, making a mental note to remember that if they ever met again which they probably would. 

“So, Ranboob. Why do you work at an icecream shop if you already have a job?” Tommy asked as they got closer and closer to his apartment with each step. 

“Um…that’s..personal.” Tommy had no idea how that could be personal but who was he to judge? He’s a sixteen year old kid who works twelve hour shifts. So Tommy just nodded, not talking any further as they walked. 

“We’re here.” Tommy stopped in front of his apartment building which looked all torn and tattered, one was surprised at how it still stood. Ranboo looked at Tommy with concern through his mask but did not say anything “Well..goodnight then and be more careful next time.” Ranboo patted the blond teenager on his shoulder lightly. Tommy was about to turn around and leave when suddenly he felt something cold on his cheek “And here for your cheek.” Ranboo held a small package of ice to Tommy’s cheek. At this Tommy puffed his cheeks “It’s fine.” He took the package holding it against his cheek when Ranboo’s clothed hand left the small package of ice. Tommy nodded at Ranboo and then turned around fastly walking into his apartment building.

Ranboo stood there, outside of the building looking at his clothed hand that was partially wet now, the glove’s material being the only thing stopping the small droplets of water from seeping through the fabric. Ranboo wiped their hand on the side of their pants. Ranboo took one last glance at the building and then in the blink of an eye he was gone, only small purple particles left behind where they stood.

Chapter Text

The first thing that Tommy did when he came home was pass out on the couch, he didn’t even bother or well more like…was too exhausted to go to his room. 

So now here he was, waking up with a back that hurt as hell not to mention his head hurt too. Tommy brought a hand up to his forehead but didn’t feel hot so that was a good sign, still though…mornings sucked. His cheek was slightly better but the bruise on his belly still hurt and his hand…oh that fucker stung. Tommy just wanted to have one normal day! Was that really so much to ask for? 

Tommy sighed as he got up from the couch looking at his phone on his way to the kitchen only to see no new messages ‘Huh…maybe the guy got tired of me…whatever’ Tommy shook his head as he headed to the kitchen when he suddenly heard tapping….yes…tapping…”What the fuck-“ Tommy rubbed his tired eyes as he followed the source of the noise which was apparently coming from his balcony.

Tap…tap..tap

Tommy went over and opened the balcony door only to see five crows just sitting there, all staring at him as if they were expecting something from him. Tommy was freaked out. ‘Yeah it was definitely a mistake to feed that crow on my way to work yesterday’ Tommy thought as he stared at the crows and they stared right back “Heyyyy…uhh….” Tommy waved a bit at them and one of them moved their fucking wings as if to wave back ‘Okay what the actual fuck-‘ Tommy stood there frozen only when he heard one of them caw did he break out of his trance. 

“Um…you hungryyy?” Tommy asked as he raised an eyebrow.

Caw

The bird flapped its wings and Tommy blinked and then he went back into his apartment totally not panicking nope the big Tommy Cracken Danger Careful Innit never panicked not even as he scrambled to the kitchen as he grabbed the seeds at a light record speed before he returned to the balcony. 

He stared at the five crows again but now with a bag of seeds in hand. They all held eye contact for what seemed like forever well…until Tommy opened the bag up and poured some seeds onto the ground that was surprisingly clean. 

With the seeds on the ground the crows cawed their thanks as they began to eat the seeds off of the ground. Tommy with the half full bag of seeds in his hand walked back into his apartment from the balcony, locking it as if a vampire was there and not the crows. 

Tommy watched the crows eat for a moment before he sighed once again tired and not up to being alive in this shithole at all. Tommy went back to the kitchen to put the bag of seeds back in the pantry before he remembered what he wanted to do in here ‘Right…food’ Tommy sighed as he felt the pain in his stomach being more present than ever, so he opened his fridge grabbed some meat canned soup, headed up the water in the pot on the stove and threw the insides  of the package into the pot and cos he felt extra hungry he decided to throw some ramen in there too……look he wasn’t an expert at cooking okay?

When the meat soup-ramen amalgamation was done it looked like well….worse than shit or puke….maybe if those two had a kid who got married to Donaldtrump then that could be a description for it. Tommy just sighed as he did not have a choice in the matter as he did not have literally anything else in his fridge nor pantry (he needed to go shopping soon) so he put that shit into a bowl and started eating it….to say that it tasted bad was an understatement….every possible taste had mixed together into one and it just did not feel or tasted good. Tommy however did end up eating it all. 

Two hours later and he is hunched over the toilet throwing up with tears in his eyes from the burning pain in his throat and stomach, life has not been treating him well at all lately… 

After a while he got off of the dirty tile floor and washed his mouth walking to his bed putting his phone back on the nightstand. Tommy curled up in the bed and promptly passed out. 

Tommy felt weightless, he had no dreams and no nightmares just the black inky void

the…. cold…black…quiet inky void

….the quiet…the… RINNG loud?

Tommy peeled his eyes open from the cold thin sheets that covered him as his head pounded with pain once again. He slowly sat up, his head not easing up on the pain as the sharp loud sound continued. The teen groaned as he grabbed his phone with great effort and it was…..Bad? What in the world could he want? 

Tommy picked the phone up regardless “Yeah, what’s up Bad?” He knew however, for a fact that Bad calling him on a Saturday…evening? Could never mean anything good “Yeah so um…Tommy..the Jeff guy left work early- and I don't have anybody to cover for him but I don't want to put pressure on you by asking this because it is the night shift- but I was wondering if you would want to cover for him? I mean of course you’d get more money-“ Bad started ranting and Tommy mentally cried. Of Course he didn’t want to cover for the guy! But…money is money…so…what would it hurt to go? Plus it’s not like many people will go to the cafe at night.

“Sure.” Tommy nodded agreeing, totally forgetting about all of his pain as all his mind could think of was more money to pay rent and maybe buy some groceries with “Thank you so much Tommy- be sure to be careful though, I would never forgive myself if you died! Nor would Puffy..” Tommy just hummed as he rolled his eyes, already sitting up on his bed prepared to go and risk his life for more money….

It was really not Tommy’s fault that the universe hated him, he comes sick to the job, even though he would never admit that almost trips and kills himself on a table before he can do his job. This now just feels like the universe is being a bitch and doesn’t know what else to do than cause him pain and more bleeding foreheads. 

Tommy angirly thinks as he stands behind the counter with a now, new bandaid on his forehead. The cafe’s doorbell is the thing that pulls him out of his head as he looks up ahead at a very built man with pink hair entering. 

Tommy’s mouth almost falls open but he manages to gather himself. The bubblegum pink haired fella is wearing a white poet’s shirt with a red gem just below the neck. His pants are black and boots are brown and meant for fighting combat activities. His bubblegum pink hair is tied into a lower bun.

“Hullo..” The guy says when he walks up to the counter his eyes white ‘Oh so he’s blind- how is he so built then-‘ Tommy wonders as he stares at the man “Uh hi-“ He gets out his own awkward reply “D’you make chamomile tea?” The person asks and Tommy nods “Yup- are you taking it with you or drinking here?” Tommy asks as he is already steaming the tea pot with water getting out the shit to make the tea “Takin’ it with me.” The guy responds and Tommy nods unconsciously. 

———Technoblade’s Pov———

When Techno decided to search for Jered he knew it’d be no easy task, that motherfucker could get lost anywhere at any time. However what Techno didn’t expect was to not have any disguises that would hide him well…so he just didn’t bother with it and instead just put his hair into a lower bun, hanging his crown on his closet and leaving his red cape there too, however he did make sure to hide his beady red eyes into a white ones, ones that akin to a blind person…no one would suspect that a blind person could be the one and only Blood god after all he was known for his beady red eyes, not as quite as his sire’s though.

So when Techno went out some people may have looked at him weird sure but none of them called the hunters so it was fine! And plus he was more or so hiding within the shadows anyway so it was not that big of a deal. 

What was a big deal was Jered…Techno searched half of the town yet found the mischievous evil crow nowhere. Techno sighed slightly nervous about the crow’s wearabouts but more so about Phil…and the information that the crow could hold on the hunters. 

So in all fairness he deserved some break, after all he needed to be on full focus when finding that sneaky bastard. 

And that’s how Techno ended up here, in a cafe where a blond teenager that looks on the brink of dying works. And Techno knows deep well that this is Tommy “Name?” The blond asks as he holds a black marker in front of the paper cup “Blade.” Techno responds not wanting the kid to know his identity just yet, whether it be in human or vampire form. 

Tommy nods as he writes that down, turning back around to make that tea. Meanwhile Techno looks Tommy up and down, analyzing his state which does not look good at all. The boy looks sick and in pain, right hand wrapped in a bandage his cheek bruised, massive bags under his eyes and his face expression looking as if he could throw up any second…yeah Techno wanted to have a very long talk to him about that but he couldn’t, he went to the town for a mission not to talk to the runt. 

Once Tommy turned around and handed Techno his drink he told him his total and Techno payed, and just to be a little bit mysterious and weird he flashed Tommy a smile “Thanks Tommy.” was all he stated even though he knew very well that Tommy did not have any name tag on his apron(and also the fact that he was supposedly ’blind’) which, to be honest, must’ve freaked the teen out. 

Techno then walked out of the cafe, drinking the tea in careful sips. He looked up at the dark sky that sparkled with stars “Time to find Jared.” he sighed when he finished his tea. 

Techno searched and walked through the town finding and stopping a few ferals from murdering people. It wasn’t that he felt sympathy for them, gods no- he had a deal to upkeep with the hunters, which would be soon broken anyway but…eh.

 All in all Techno did not find Jared anywhere and so he headed back home. By the time he got there the sky had already begun to brighten up.

Techno walked into his room only to notice that his phone was missing . 

…

“WILBUR-!” The whole castle shook with Techno’s shout when he saw the brunette trying to put his phone back to its original spot but it was too late. He grabbed his twin by the collar of his shirt  glaring daggers into him “What are you doing with my phone?” He narrowed his eyes as he took the phone away from his hands “Nothinggg~” Wilbur dragged out as he tried to struggle out even though he knew it was useless. 

“Wilbur.” The dangerous edge to Techno’s tone and the quirked up eyebrow made Wilbur squirm in place as he huffed “Finee. I wanted to know what was so important on your phone that you had to pay attention to it 24/7 and ignore me.” Techno’s expression softened at that but still remained stern “You’re so clingy.” 

“Well now that child is my friend.” He grinned as he stared into the pinkettes bright deep red eyes as if challenging him “Oh really? I wonder how that conversation went.” Techno snickered “I’ll have you know it went perfectly well!” Wilbur rolled his eyes, “Liar.” Techno snickered as he than shoved Wilbur out of his room.

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—-Wilbur’s Pov—-

Some people may think that Wilbur is dumb (of course only those who don’t know him well)  but most know that he isn’t. Wilbur is, as you probably can guess, two faced. He can act dumb, sure, but he in fact is not dumb, he is observant and always on high alert. So it is safe to say that when his covenmate, his brother, his twin started to act differently each time he was on his phone, he knew something must’ve been happening. 

Techno never had such a cheshire grin when being on his phone, safe to say that he never was much on his phone at all (if you don’t count the restless nights of searching myths, history and other shit). So of course Wilbur had to go and investigate, from watching Techno’s every move to making him forget his phone at home. It was simple really, all he had to do was annoy him to no end when he was leaving to go search for that fucker crow Jared. 

So now here Wilbur was, trying to stay calm so no suspicious feelings went through the coven bond from his end as he stalked closer to Techno’s bedside table where his phone lay. Wilbur carefully grabbed the phone as if the thing might blow up if touched by someone else than Techno.

…

Password needed

Well fuck- 

Wilbur had no idea what to input so he wrecked his brain for answers…’Hmm…potatoes-? I mean- he has a whole farm with them so-‘ Wilbur shrugged as he input the words in and surely enough the phone unlocked. Wilbur stared at the phone for a solid few minutes before shaking his head and going to go and search through Techno’s phone.

At first as he searched through the first few apps nothing seemed out of place or anything….well…not until he opened Techno’s SMS….

‘Who the fuck is Racoon?!’ Wilbur stared at the contact before attempting to read through their whole conversation. 

By the time Wilbur was done reading he was squinting with his eyes on the screen as if he wanted to send a death glare at the person. However Wilbur wasn’t that heartless to kill a child. 

PotatoKing: are u k?

Wilbur asked the teen as the preview text of the kid being slammed into a table to their stomach was quite concerning, but Wilbur still hated them for keeping Techno away from him and their bonding time in the nest by a minute. 

It took a few minutes for the kid to respond but when the kid did, Wilbur seemed….amused?

Racoon: eh ig I mean the table was pretty hard-

PotatoKing: lol 😏 how “hard” was it

Racoon:….

Racoon: who tf are you- you aint Techno- also fuck off Im a minor

PotatoKing: huh u re smarter than I originally thought-

Racoon: ANSWEREHO ARE YOU?!? IF YOU WILL NOT ANSWER I SWEAR TO PRIME I WILL THROW U UNDER A CAR

PotatoKing: gee no need to get all angy here- you may call me Hypnos

Racoon: weird fucking name you creepy  asshole

PotatoKing: how dare you I am not creepy!! And certainly not an asshole

Racoon: suuureeeee wtf u want from me u text me from Techno’s phone and fucking like pretend to be Techno so like wtf do you want from me you bitch?! DID YOU KIDNAP THE NERD?!

PotatoKing: damn you curse worse than a sailor

Racoon: thank you >:)) but ANSWER

PotatoKing: ughhh whateverrr d’you have discord?

Racoon: AM NOT LETTING A LITERAL FUCKING STRANGER AND A CREEP HAVE MY DISCORD - like I dont wanna get fucking kidnapped

PotatoKing: CHILL ur not gonna get kidnapped 

Racoon: u r literally a fucking stranger- you creepy bitch

PotatoKing: am getting bullied by a child >:,(( 

Racoon: L

PotatoKing: anyway I am not just some stranger-!! I am Techno’s brother!

Racoon: oh- well YOU COULD’VE FUCKING TOLD ME THE FIRST TIME YOU MOTHER FUCKING ASSHOLE!!!  you are SO weird- and most likely ugly in irl with probably no style at all and creepy as hell

PotatoKing: ure horrible absolutely horrendous 

Racoon: that is just what I am best at :))

PotatoKing: ughhhhhh I hate you

Racoon: good why tf are you on Techno’s phone?

PotatoKing: Cos I wanted to know why he was so happy when looking at his phone

Racoon: oh 

PotatoKing: But to think I’d find an annoying mad racoon was not what I expected

Racoon: HOW FUCKING DARE YOU I WILL MURDER YOU

PotatoKing: suuureee you will

Racoon: >:(

PotatoKing: calm down- anyway- why the hell did you get pushed against a table anyway?

Racoon: Oh there’s this jerk Jeff at my work who just fucking annoys me and makes my life 10x worse

PotatoKing: sounds like a bad rat problem you got there

Racoon: wow no fucking shit sherlock-

PotatoKing: when does ur work end?

Racoon: the fuck u need to know that for?

PotatoKing: To make sure you atleast wont die and give my brother a sad time 

Racoon: ughh whatever- I usually end my work around 7 PM but today it’s at like 9PM

PotatoKing: 9PM? that’s way past the curfew?!

Racoon: um well the owner of the place I work at got a special permission from the VH HQ since she apparently has a friend or someone up there.

PotatoKing: ah k but how do they know u have the permission?

Racoon: oh its like a special sticker I have on my shirt- its fucking dumb-

PotatoKing: lol L

Racoon: whateverrrr anyway  do u work?

PotatoKing: ofcourse!! 

Racoon: oh really what’s ur job?

PotatoKing: Musician!! 

Racoon: that’s not a job

PotatoKing: fuck off-

Racoon: no 🖕🏼

PotatoKing: ughh whatever give me ur discord so I dont have to waste money on all these stupid SMS 

Racoon: OMFG FINE FOR PRIMES FUCKING SAKE

Racoon: it’s BigManInnit#2637 

PotatoKing: finally im getting some answers

Racoon: oi piss off will ya?!

PotatoKing: yeah yeah whatever my username is Siren#1728

Racoon: who asked?

PotatoKing: I will punt you

Racoon: yeah yeah

Racoon: anyway I gotta go yk I got many woman to get to and catch 

PotatoKing: excuse me-

PotatoKing: What is that supposed to mean?!

PotatoKing: Hello?!?!

Wilbur was left speechless and confused. Although Wilbur was intrigued, even though this kid sounded very vulgar and pissy and arrogant, which typically would make Wilbur seize him out of  existence alread. Wilbur didn’t mind for some reason, this kid was different….

…. ”WILBUR” 

A clear and loud voice rang throughout the whole castle, shaking the castle’s walls and ground. The voice was followed by quick and loud footsteps which were thumping against the ground loudly “Oh shi-“ was the last thing that left Wilbur’s mouth before Techno barged in the room.

Wilbur didn’t even get a chance to turn around before his twin grabbed him by the collar of his shirt glaring daggers into him “What are you doing with my phone?” The pinkette narrowed his eyes as he took the phone away from Wilbur’s hands “Nothinggg~” Wilbur dragged out as he tried to struggle out even though he knew it was useless.

 Wilbur had a nervous smile on his face as he tried to free himself but only one warning hiss from Techno made Wilbur go basically limp in his hold. 

“Wilbur.” The dangerous edge to Techno’s tone and the quirked up eyebrow as he stared Wilbur down made the brunette squirm in place as he huffed “Finee. I wanted to know what was so important on your phone that you had to pay attention to it 24/7 and ignore me.” Techno’s expression softened at that but still remained stern “You’re so clingy.” 

“Well now that racoon is my friend.” He grinned as he stared into his brother's bright deep red eyes as if challenging him “Oh really? I wonder how that conversation went.” Techno snickered “I’ll have you know it went perfectly well!” Wilbur rolled his eyes, smirking up at Techno “Liar.” Techno snickered as he then shoved Wilbur out of his room.

Standing in front of Techno’s room Wilbur sighed, soon enough he felt a hand on his shoulder “Wilbur, be a dear and ho change so that we can go out to remind those little hunters who the earth belongs to, hm?” A sweet voice came from above him, the melody of the voice settling just right in his brain “Alright.” Wilbur nodded as he smiled up at Phil and he smiled back, with a more…evil glint in his eyes. 

—- Tommy’s Pov —-

Tommy sat at one of the tables in the cafe since there were no customers coming and he had literally cleaned everything at least five times in a row now. It was currently 8:00 PM which meant that the TV was going to play the news soon. The blond played with the napkin as the news started. 

A woman with short almond brown hair in a yellow suit appeared on the TV’s screen “Good evening people of l’manburg! Welcome to Local breaking news!” The woman spoke with a quite the nervous smile “We have just as of now received live connection to the scene of one of our politicians, Billie Bills, being murdered. The cause of this being the Sleepy coven!” The woman nervously spoke as a live video on the news screen started playing.

 “HELP- soMeOne-!! P-Please-!!” The man on the screen yelled as he was held by the neck which was bleeding from talon marks. The man’s neck was held by none other than Zephyrus, also known as the Angel of death or the ancient one, as he was flying in front of a building on which stood two more vampires on its rooftop. On Zephyrus’s left there was the musical and entrancing vampire with a voice of a siren….known as Orpheus and on his right was the famous and dangerous Blood God. 

Those three were dangerous and a big threat to society…especially the human one “This is a warning and a chance for you to give up and a reminder that we are going to overtake your world in a few months time. You will not get any other chance’s or warnings, so get ready mortals…the Sleepy coven is going to destroy you.”

With those last words Zephyrus slowly and agonizingly started squeezing the man's neck. Blood started falling from his mouth as small crack were heard, small bone pieces were starting to tear their way out of the man’s flesh making themselves known as they poked out of his neck all bloody. The man’s face was purple and almost red, his eyes were all red from his red vessels breaking, the skin pale with that hint of purplish color. As the blood slowly poured out of his mouth Zephyrus quickly squeezed one more time, breaking the politician’s neck, the bone in it breaking and now sticking out from one side as it tore out of its flesh with a good amount of blood. The man didn’t even let out a scream, not that he had any time to, as he was disposed of by the Angel of death. 

The live video cut out there, the news reporter looking equally stunned as Tommy felt. 

“What the fuck..” Tommy muttered as he stared at the TV on the wall in disbelief. Whatever the fuck was going on is pretty messed up. The blond sighed as he turned the TV off deciding that it must be better to work than watch some gore filled news. 

So he stood up and walked behind the counter trying to get rid of the image that was now probably forever stuck in his head. 

.   .   .   .

When Tommy’s late night shift ended he was more than happy to leave. He quickly shoved the apron off of him, slapped that sticker on his shirt, slung his messenger bag over his shoulder and ran out the door locking it before actually leaving. 

Tommy never felt more free than with a fresh breeze on his face. However it was still night so Tommy had to be careful not to run into-

“Ayooo barista boy how ya doinn’?” An annoying voice that Tommy was sure he heard before almost startled him. Tommy quickly spun around looking at the owner of its voice being none other than…”Fuckface-!” Wilbur, the tall and freaky man that ordered pure black coffee. 

“Rude,” the man rolled his eyes, “how come you’re out so late?” He asked as he stepped closer to the blonde. “Could ask you the same question.”  Tommy looked the guy over “But I just finished work.” Tommy finally decided to reply and the brunette nodded “Eh, you could say the same..” Wilbur gave a half assed reply”How about I walk you home? To insure nothing bad happens to you ofcourse.” Wilbur gave a huge smile that made Tommy glare at him more “ And get kidnapped nah thanks bitch.” Wilbur only chuckled at the insult “Okay…halfway home?” Tommy was about to protest again when the question was said but stopped himself, this…actually wasn't that bad so…Tommy nodded “Fine..BUT DONT TRY ANYTHING FUNNY!!” He added at last and Wilbur just chuckled “Of course.” 

And so the two began their walk with a lot of bickering and talking. Time passes as fast as a fly and so eventually they had to bid each other a goodbye…it was quite the shame that Tommy didn't see the evil smirk that landed on Wilbur’s face once he left.

.  .   .

“Ah, fucking finally home.” Tommy breathed out as he dropped his bag on the ground closing the door behind him with a quiet thud. Tommy was about to drag himself to bed and never wake up again when he heard the mysterious and now recurring and familiar Caw.

‘Time to feed the fucking creepy ass crows I guess-‘ 

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It was a beautiful quiet Sunday morning, the birds were singing, the sun shone brightly on the l’manburg city….

Tommy was deep asleep in his bed, tangled in his red, torn apart sheets. He seemed happy and at peace. This was the one day that he had the one day of freedom and he decided to sleep. 

So he did…until he woke up at 2 PM with more crows knocking or well…pecking  on his window with their beak. 

Tommy slowly opened his eyes to the sound and stared at the ceiling ‘What the fuck has my life turned into’ he sighed and the thought passed by his head. He pulled the thin sheets off of him not even turning around to look at the crows, just going straight to the kitchen. 

Once in there Tommy opened up a cupboard and pulled out some seeds, he was sure that the half of the bag would just barely be enough for the crows, more so there was no food left for him . So with a heavy sigh he opened up the bag of seeds, walked out onto his balcony, poured the seeds on the ground, stared at the crows eating for a bit and went back inside. 

Tommy stared at the empty cupboards and fridge in the kitchen, anxiety creeping into his soul. Tommy has forgotten to restock on his cans of soup and milk, which means he has to go to the store to buy more. 

“Ughh this is so fucking stupid.” He couldn’t help but roll his eyes in annoyance at the fact that he, as a human being, needs food to survive, like who made this shit?!

Tommy had no energy nor nerves to go to the store with people who’d look at him like he’s a street rat (which he doesn't have far from as the rent is supposed to go up next month) or some kid they need to pity because he can't afford a new shirt that’s not a little bit ripped. 

So instead of going to the store now, he decides he’ll go later. Tommy walks back to the living room turning the TV on to see what’s new….

Every single channel that he switches to and looks at all says the same…”Why is the sleepy coven attacking now? And why have they broken their alliance with us? But most importantly what does this mean for us?” Tommy just sighed as he turned the TV back off, he did not want to listen to this and most importantly he…he did not want to believe that vampires were real…sure he lived amongst them! Sure they murdered his parents but he didn’t….he just couldn’t…believe because if he did…he doesn’t think he would survive as all the grief would fall back on him again . So Tommy lies to himself and shrugs it off as just some weird psycho shit.

Siren: …wanna meet a very old man?

(Insert link to a discord server)

Tommy looked at the notification from Wilbur utterly confused and at the server link too.

BigMan: wtf is this Wilbur- 

Siren: c’mon just join it’ll be fuuuun I promise? 

BigMan: no wtf would I?

Siren: because you love me 🤭

BigMan: ….

BigMan: never put that emoji ever again you fucking weirdo

Siren: will you join if I do? 

BigMan: fineeeeeee for fucks sake

Siren: okay ;)

BigMan: I hate you

Tommy sighed as he joined the server seeing two more people in there ‘I dont even know what the fuck is going on anymore’ 

PotatoKing: Wilbur for what reason have you done this?

Crow: Who’s the other person?

Siren: he’s a friend :))

BigMan: I hope you die and never awaken again you fucking twat

Crow: …Wilbur-

PotatoKing: Wilbur how the fuck did you get Tommy’s number or best to say discord.

Siren: um…

PotatoKing: Wilbur. 

                    How.

                  The.

                 Fuck.

               Did.

             You.

            Get.

           His.

           Number.

Crow: You both know him?

BigMan: Act like am not here asses

PotatoKing: you’ll live racoon

Siren: yup

BigMan: Not a FUCKING racoon!!

Crow: Mate calm down. As for you two we are going to have a talk after this.

BigMan: ….ew Techno look its an old man with an old style 

Crow: Excuse me?

PotatoKing: I see Toms truly horrific

Siren: probably going to die soon too 😫

Crow: as much as I love you two I will beat the shit out of you if you don't stop right this instant.

Siren: O.o papa Phil is mad-

Crow: I wonder why- William

BigMan: ooOooo someone’s in troubleee

PotatoKing: L

Siren: what’d I do?!

Crow: oh I don’t know? Maybe the ROTTING FOOD UNDER YOUR BED?!

Siren: oof yeah that one- 

BigMan: ew dude what- that’s fucking gross

PotatoKing: Wilbur- you need to stop hiding food under your bed 

Siren: not my fault when I get hungry in the middle of the day-

Crow: Whatever, we will talk about this later and the punishment. 

Siren: it wasnt that bad-

Crow: Anyway- nice to meet you- Tommy was it?

BigMan: yup- your name?

Crow: it’s Philza or you can call me Phil for short mate

PotatoKing: here it comes-

Siren: yeeup

Crow: Here comes what?

BigMan: thats such a fucking dad and a casual name

PotatoKing: L get roasted 

Siren: I mean he is a dad so like lmao-

Crow: Techno you’re going along with Wilbur

PotatoKing: bruhh fine

Crow: but I do admit that it is funny

BigMan: ofcourse it is because I said it >:)

PotatoKing: Sure Tommy sure

Siren: uh huuh

Crow: :)

Crow: Itsy going to be dinner time soon boys

Siren: right

PotatoKing: Alright

BigMan: fuuuuck I have to go to the store to buy food ughhhhhhh

PotatoKing: Bruh do you seriously have no food?

BigMan: shatap I live off of cans of soup and Milk-

Crow: That is not healthy in the slightest. 

Siren: agreed 

BigMan: whatever wish me luck-

Siren: Toms you’re just going to a food store you’re acting like you’re going to war

PotatoKing: Why are you shopping so late? 

BigMan: cos I didnt want to go with all of the fucking annoying people in there 

Crow: Buy something else than canned soup.

BigMan: I don’t know how to cook :/

Siren: spaghetti is an easy food to cook

BigMan: fine whatever 

Crow: As for you two, come to my office now.

Siren: yes papi

PotatoKing: alright ‘and Wilbur stop

Tommy turned his phone off, shrugged off the slightly weird conversation that happened and got off of his couch, changing into somewhat clean clothes to go outside. Quickly  putting on his shoes and grabbing his wallet along with his backpack and walking out of the apartment building he started to fast walk so that he could make it to the store and back before the curfew line. 

Currently it was 6:30 PM the walk to the store and back  takes about 15 minutes, so Tommy is pretty certain he will make it back in time. 

He felt eyes on him…bunch of eyes…

When the blond enters the store it’s about 6:50 PM as he got held up by helping an old lady pass the road…he wasn’t a dick come on guys.

Tommy walked to the aisles of canned soup and considered getting the spaghetti when he saw them. He didn’t want to waste money but then again he could try something new…he was getting real sick of the soup and so Tommy picked up the spaghetti and decided to give it a go as he went to pay only to see a fucking line and only one cachier ‘Oh for fucks sake seriously?’ 

When the line was gone and Tommy paid for his stuff it was already 7:20 PM but it was fine because Tommy still had time. 

Tommy was fast walking back to his apartment, almost running as he was sure that he saw the crows out of the corner of his eyes he was sure—“Oh young man?” He heard an old elderly voice if a woman ask and so he stopped “Yes?” He looked at the old woman who stopped him “Would you be so kind as to help me cross the road?” The woman spoke…it was the same old woman from before “Sure.” Tommy replied even though he was fully aware he hadn’t had the time. 

By the time that was done he had only twenty minutes to get home as the woman asked him to escort her home . So now, not only he has to go back to where he was, he needs to get home as well with crows following his every step. 

…

Tommy is running….it is now 8:01PM and the patrol for the hunters has started, every now and then Tommy hides in an alley or behind a dumpster when he hears footsteps but after a few minutes he is in front of his building his safety point right there-

“Hey kid, why’re you out after curfew?” 

Fuck.

Massive fuck.

Tommy is frozen on spot as he turns around. Prepared to die or be forced to pay a fine and then he sees…

Dream

The fucking boss of the hunters an asshole and a bitch, two faced manipulative scum. Tommy feels like throwing up but he mainly feels the urge to just punt the fucker into the moon.

“I-“ Tommy takes a careful step back.

“—No sir, we're not vampires-!!” A woman with blond curly hair begs, crying with mascara running down her white almost snowy face. “Let us go-!” A second voice, male yells full of fear and hatred at the man dressed in green, the smiley mask on his face ever so sarcastic as he holds an ax in one of his hands, prepared to kill without an ounce of mercy to spare. The little blond child hiding in the closet can't see the scene before him well but he's utterly terrified as his little heart beats fastly and pleadingly in his chest. He cries quietly  as he holds his stuffed spider Shroud close to him with one hand and with the other he stifles his cries. 

“Tsk, filthy monsters.“ The green man says as he grips the ax tighter, bringing it up above his head…

Then there is a loud pained male yell and the cracking of bones and a guttering squishing sound is heard, and Tommy sees red at this point he’s sobbing his cries are not even contained.

The next second Tommy sees his mother covered in blood running to where he is hidden, but she is not injured. Tears run down her face as she grabs her son in her arms and runs and runs as the man in the smiley mask murders her husband and Tommy’s father. She runs fast and far…

“-kid?” Dream’s voice brings him out of that terrifying memory and he bolts, running faster than his long legs can carry him.

When he makes it to his apartment he shuts the door and slides down against it tears spilling from his eyes as he covers his face, the backpack with food forgotten next to him as he hugs his knees for comfort.

For fucks sake he just wanted to boy some food.

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Wilbur and Techno both stand in front of their father’s office both looking at each other not wanting to go in there in slightest however there is no escape from this, they have brought this upon themselves from waking up their father at 5 in the afternoon or well that one was Wilbur’s fault. Techno on the other hand hasn’t done anything that bad so this was quite frankly unfair but of course he wouldn’t say that to Philza’s face.

The door in front of them opened and there stood Philza the Angel of Death looking at them with those glowing red eyes with anger, his wings folded on his back. The twins looked at the ground, not daring to meet his eye but that was ruined by Philza putting a finger under both of their chins tilting their heads up to look at him. 

Philza smiled, not a sweet smile but a cruel bittersweet smile only a monster that caught its prey could make. When the two were looking up at him, directly in his eyes he moved his hands so that they were caressing the cheeks of both twins. His sharp black nails scratched at the surface on both their cheeks spilling small drops of blood. 

Wilbur winced in slight pain, his face scrunching up while Techno on the other hand stayed still only his breath quivering slightly.  

“Wilbur, Techno.” Phil said in the sweet yet bitter cruel voice as he dug his nails into their cheeks harder making Wilbur whine a high pitched pained sound. 

Sorry-sire-please-mercy

Came from Wilbur’s end of the bond as small tears made their way into his eyes. Techno’s eyes watering a bit as well. 

Phil only crooned at Wilbur digging his sharp black nails deeper until Wilbur was writhing in pain but he still remained in eye contact.

Sire-please-sorry-stop-please?

Techno tried to help Wilbur even though he knew that it was useless. Phil’s sharp nails dug now deeper into Techno’s cheek too, making blood drip from them as well. Techno let out a quiet whine as he tried to keep his composure. 

“Shhh, quiet down boys. You know you deserve this, you’ve riled me up since I’ve woken up and that is not something to be excused.” Phil still had that sick smile on his face as he was making small circling motions on both the twin’s cheeks smearing all the blood on them.

The two complied as there was no room left for an argument. Wilbur was scared he doesn’t like when his sire does this, he doesn’t like the chains or the pain. Techno stays still as a stone, only slightly shaking when his sire looks at him straight in the eyes. 

Philza smiles widely when his two sons comply, he withdraws both of his hands from their cheeks and instead places them on their backs as he walks out of his office leading the twins down to the special part of the cellars that were made specifically for Philza’s family and no one else. 

Wilbur is shaking, he’s scared like really really scared. This happened before but not many times, only when he or Techno have been bad and he remembers the pain from every time that this happened. Wilbur’s eyes are teary with blood because vampires obviously don’t really have water in their body anymore or much moisture. 

“ Shh~ it’s alright mate.” He hears that bittersweet voice and feels the comforting hand on his hair yet it is not comforting, it feels like it’s burning him. 

Technoblade is angry. He’s angry at himself for not stopping Wilbur but joining him with waking up their father early, with giving their father garlic bread as a joke and annoying him. He should’ve stopped Wilbur as he would any other time. Techno does not want to feel the pain, the pain that is beyond a human’s comprehension. He knows their father loves them, he knows that he’d never kill them but he also knows just how wrong this is, while yes physical punishment was a thing back in his alive days he’s pretty sure no parent of his did what Philza did. 

The trio enters the cellars passing by a few cells that have some human bones in them just laying around. They walk further, into the darkest corner of the cellar stands a black,golden green door, its presence chilling enough. 

Philza walks over to the door unlocking it, ushering his two scared sons in. They walk in slowly, as if a very hard weight is on their shoulders. Philza locks the door behind them, securing it with four chains all ending in a heart shaped lock. 

The room is dark, not only because there are no windows but also because the pain that the room has brought to the twins is as fresh as if those things happened yesterday. 

The room isn’t that big but it isn’t small either. The ground is made of stone and so are the walls and ceiling. On the wall that is opposite to the door are three shackles for both arms and feet built into the wall. Next to the door is a wall hanger. Wips, ropes, gag balls and handcuffs hang from it. Next to that is a tray that is full of silver knives from the smallest to the biggest size, from dulest to sharpest and from normal looking to funky ones. On the other side of the door is a sword and an ax that lay against the stone wall. There is a small table that has a few towels on it and beside it on the ground is a bucket full of holy water.

All in all the room is what one would call a torture room. 

Wilbur shakes visibly as the two of them are led to the wall with the shackles and chains. The two of them then take off any clothes that they don't want to get damaged and or are in the way of Philza’s punishment “Hands.” Philza commands and the twins have their hands up above their heads in a second. 

Phil puts the two of them in shackles, wrapping extra chains around their arms. 

Please-sire-sorry-sorry-sorry-mercy

Wilbur whines through the bond, letting out a sad chirp as he looks at his sire with fear and pleading “Please sire we’re sorry- please-“ Techno tries to sush Wilbur who rambles so that he won’t make the punishment worse than it has to be. 

Philza only chuckles as he puts a gag ball around Wilbur’s mouth shoving a bunch of love-love-love-baby-love through the bond making the two freeze well…more than they already were. 

Techno is silent as he knows better than to speak when this happens. Phil then turns around and grabs a silver dagger, a pair of tweezers and scissors. 

Wilbur is shaking and Trchno as well…I mean who wouldn’t in such a situation. However, Techno isn’t whimpering like Wilbur. 

Philza turns around and firstly walks over to Techno deciding that Wilbur can have his peace for now. He grabs the pinkett's chin putting a finger in his mouth to force it open as Techno was not willing to comply, he never does in these situations. 

When Philza has Techno’s jaw forcefully open he grabs Techno’s tongue and brings the tweezers close to it “This is for keeping things from me-“ he grabs Techno’s tongue between the tweezers digging them deep and begins pulling the tongue outwards of Techno’s mouth. All that Techno can do is give his sire slightly pleasing eyes and pained noises. His tongue hurts like hell as it slowly begins to rip apart very slowly. 

“And this-“ Phil brings the scissors to the tongue “-is for the very rude talkback the whole day.” Phil starts to slowly cut Techno’s tongue as he pulls it outward of his mouth at the same time. 

Sire-sorry-sorry-please-stop

When the cool metal of scissors starts cutting Techno’s tongue he lets out a shrill screech-like-cry the noise being far from anything human. His ears twitch as the blood-like-tears fill his vision. Philza doesn’t stop, he keeps on cutting and pulling, spilling the dark red blood that is almost black. Techno shakes from the pain. 

When his tongue is hanging by a single muscle Phil rips it off and Techno screams loudly. The blood that hasn’t yet spilled spills from his tongue falling down Techno’s chin and dirtying his shirt. 

Good boy-love-love 

Philza smiles at his son and soon he grabs a blindfold and wraps it around Techno’s eyes making sure to stroke his cheek while doing so.

After that is done Phil puts the scissors and tweezers away moving closer to Wilbur who is shaking uncontrollably “Awh are you scared mate?” Phil asks with a dark sarcastic tone as he starts stroking Wilbur’s cheek as well and all that he can do is nod his head “Good, you should be.” He smiles with that wicked and sinister grin of his digging his talons into Wilbur’s cheek. He slowly drags his talons down Wil’s cheek making him screech in pain.

With the dagger still in hand Phil grabs a towel and drenches it in a bucket full of holy water, which doesn’t really have an effect on vampires except that it gives them a little burn especially the young ones, he then walks back to Wilbur putting the wet towel over his face, this method would be used to choke a person but since vampires don’t need to breathe the holy water is effective enough. Wilbur whines loudly when the holy water gets in his eyes, burning them and making his vision a lot hazier. 

Phil wraps the wet towel around Wilbur’s eyes tightly making Wil screech once again. Phil then starts gently scratching Wilbur’s arms, legs, torso and face with the silver dagger. When Phil gets to Wilbur’s throat he begins to slowly dig deeper with the dagger making blood drip down his neck all the screeches are muffled by the gag ball that is soon taken out only to be replaced with a dagger stabbing Wilbur right in the middle of his tongue, the dagger shoved into the middle of his jaw forcing it wide open, bone cracking and slight ripping noises are heard as Wilbur’s mouth stretches above the norm making it slowly rip with blood lazily oozing out. 

Wilbur screams loudly…well as much as he can scream with a dagger in his mouth stabbing his tongue. Blood pours out of his mouth and to add more pain to it Phil shoves garlic down his throat, while vampires cannot die from garlic they are allergic to it. 

Wilbur starts coughing when it goes down his throat making him cry and beg more. Phil then takes the dagger and harshly rips it out of Wilbur’s mouth, the tongue now being halfway split in half he goes and slowly cuts the two pieces off throwing them to the ground along with Techno’s.

Wilbur screams and screeches and writhes and whines at the pain as his mouth is full and dripping with blood. Philza just chuckles as he caresses his son’s cheek. 

Phil then unties both of his sons holding them both against his shoulder from each side. He walks out of the cellar, up the two flights of stairs and into the nest room.

He places both of them down on the bed with the many and many blankets arranging them around the two to make them more comfortable. After all, they did such a good job at handling the punishment. 

Phil took Techno’s bloody shirt off and put his coat around him instead. He wiped both of their mouths clean and then he laid down in the nest with them in the middle. 

The two curled up against his side. Wilbur hid his face under his sire’s chin while Techno only rested his head against his sire’s side. Phil put both of his arms around his sons cardeling his talons through their hair as they rested. 

Chapter Text

Tommy woke up tired, although he felt better then yesterday he really didn’t feel like being awake today. Although Tommy can not avoid being awake since he had to get to work, feed himself and the crows….yeah..the birds that now just regularly come to him for food how…wonderful.

Tommy feels his back hurting and only then does he notice that he’s still sitting on the wooden floor against the door that he fell asleep on the previous night. 

‘Oh right….Dream..’

With a groan Tommy gets up from the floor and dusts off his pants “Whatever I need to change anyway…” He mumbles as he stumbles on his way to the bathroom to take a quick cold(freezing) shower and then change into his fifth pair of clothes because…well that’s all the clothes he has. Five pairs of normal clothes, four pairs of pajamas and a suit for whatever fucking reason, well the suit looks more like some fancy shit from the 1800’s.

By the time that he gets out of the shower it’s already 6:40 AM so he hurries up to make himself some sandwiches as well as feed the crows with more sunflower seeds.

Tommy grabs the bag of sunflower seeds for the birds and walks to the balcony expecting to see the usual scenery of the few crows sitting there but not….the small bones….and not that many crows….the amount of crows that are on his balcony is mad there is at least 40 of them. 

“For Prime’s sike what the fuck-“ Tommy almost dropped the seeds at the sight, his stomach bubbled with nervousness as 40 crows stared right at him with their black beary eyes ‘What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck.’ Tommy was calm, very calm, he didn't even scream and he totally didn't fall down on his ass as he clung to the bag of seeds like a lifeline nope.

Tommy sat there on the floor and the crows did so too, both sides staring at each other, Tommy in pure terror and the crows in amusement. 

“What the fuck are you lookin’ at?!” He huffed all red in the face from embarrassment. Tommy has just lost his good brave reputation by getting scared shitless by a bunch of crows(and bones), he wanted to scream (his ego was much more damaged). 

So Tommy stood up from the ground and opened the bag of seeds, when that was done he took a fistful of seeds into his hand and placed the seeds on the ground. He did this two more times so that all of the crows could actually eat. 

After that Tommy looked at the small bones that were set on the ground. The bones looked too small to be human’s ‘Thank fucking prime I won’t have a dead person’s bones here’ Tommy thought in relief as he carefully crouched down to take a better look at the bones to figure out whom the bones belonged to or well…rather to what they belonged to.

‘Still this is fucking gruesome’ The blond examined the bones with his eyes for five more seconds before he decided to give up. He got up from his crouching position and was about to leave his balcony to go back to the safety of his apartment. 

Caw!

He heard that screeching sound, he was not going to turn around nope.

Caw! Caw!

Those motherfuckers can starve for all he cares, he gave them enough seeds they don’t need any more.

Tommy decided to ignore it, he put his hand on the handle of the balcony’s door and was about to open it when one of the fucking crows sat on his arm . 

The blond froze. He slowly turned his head to the crow that was now sitting on his arm, the crow stared back.

“What the fu-“

CAW! 

“A loud screech interrupted him and his head snapped to the crow that made the said noise. Said crow was sitting next to the small animal bones poking them closer to Tommy as if it was trying to tell him that he should take it. 

Tommy’s urge to yell raised ten fold but he held it in like the big man that he is and turned to swing open the door and run in yet…he was frozen in place, with a crow sitting on his arm he felt the danger that if he didn’t take the small animal bones he’d most likely lose his arm.

So with a heavy sigh Tommy walked slowly to the few bones, got out a small cloth and picked the bones up with it because there was no way in hell that he was going to pick that shit up with his bare hand. 

Once he had the small bones in his hand the crow that was previously sitting on his arm was now in front of him on the railing.

…

Tommy fucking bolted through the balcony’s door inside never to be seen again unless he had to feed them so they wouldn’t come after him to eat out his eyes. 

Tommy breathed heavily as he basically threw the bones wrapped up in a cloth on the kitchen’s counter. Right…he still had to make himself some breakfast.

Fuck that. 

BigMan: AAAAAAAAA SBENSMMSSNSMAS 

Siren: its 8am wtf r u awake >:(( u just woke me up 

PotatoKing: Why are you screamin? 

BigMan: THE CRIWS MAN THE FUCKING CROWS THE GODDAMN CRIWS THE DEMONS FROM HEAL SATAT FUCKVIN DEVIL HIMSELF

Crow: Mate you’re speaking gibberish- some context would be nice?

Siren: what, did you get ambushed by crows??? Ahahhssj

PotatoKing: What did the crows do-

                     Also please stop screaming

BigMan: THEY BROUGHT ME FUCVKNG BONES MAN BONES ANIMAL ONES BUT STILL BONES- LIKE I JUST GAVE THEM FOOD NOW THERES 40 OF THEM AND THEY BROUGHT BONES-

Siren: hol up what the flipperty flop fucking flap

BigMan: ik right?!

PotatoKing: HEH

Crow: huh, interesting

BigMan: HOW TF DO I MAKE THEN GO AWAAY THEY ARE STARING INTO MY SOULL AAAA

Crow: Calm down

PotatoKing: Crows are loyal being so it would be natural for then to bring you small presents such as tiny animal bones

Siren: bro wrote a fockin paragraph 

Siren: ha nerd

Crow: that is correct 

BigMan: make them go away

BigMan: I dont want them make them leave

Crow: Mate we have no idea where you are and I am pretty certain that the crows would just keep coming back anyway

Siren: I can smack them with my guitar :D

BigMan: YES

Crow: No

Siren: yes

Crow: No

PotatoKing: count me in :))

Crow: you three are going to be the death of me

BigMan: :)) sucks to suck old man

Crow: I’m not THAT old-

PotatoKing: Lies and Slander 

Crow: ughhh

BigMan: Ha L

Siren: am goin back to sleep its too early 

PotatoKing: Bruuuh

BigMan: lqzy ass

Siren: am not- Im just tired!!

BigMan: yeaah yeaah

Siren: >:(( 

Crow: have a good rest mate

BigMan: OH SHI I FORGOR I HAVE WORK IH AM WO FOCKING LATE ALLDMDMDMSMSSE

PotatoKing: welp- there goes the child

Crow: indeed 

Tommy quite literally bolted out of his apartment with a small sandwich still in his mouth. It was 8:20 am and Tommy was running late late to his work. He knew he wouldn’t get in too much trouble but still- this was just not his day…

When Tommy arrived at the part bakery part coffee shop his hair was all messy and he could see Jeff lookin stressed out (what a surprise) and the line in front of the front counter….yikes that dude did not know how to handle this shit at all….how the hell did he get hired in the first place? He’d have to ask Puffy..

Tommy entered the shop and immediately went to the employee only room to put his apron on and stuff his other things into the locker that was assigned to him.

“I’m going to beat that moron’s ass up.” Tommy came out of the room and headed for the counter shooing Jeff to go and pack stuff for the orders. What a scum that boy is..

Tommy began to take orders, managing to clear most of them in two hours so the shop wasn’t as full as it was when he came in and saw Jeff looking like a lost puppy except he is not, Jeff is a cunt. The worst of all about those people was the fact they had to wait so long and the fact that most of them were Karens…by the time Tommy got to the break room his hair was all disheveled and the front tip was covered in flour, his apron all dirty and his hands dirty as well but also burnt a bit. So all in all Tommy’s morning was shit.

CAW 

When Tommy heard that familiar screech a chill ran up his spine and he gripped his phone. His breaths were heavy as he slowly turned to the small window and there covering the whole window from the outside were the crows, they prodded at the window as if trying to tell Tommy to let them in…yeah no fucking way. 

“What the fuck what the fuck- why are you here- what are you-“ Tommy was at a loss for words, even though he clearly had many colourful things to say. He slowly walked to the window and slowly opened it not even halfway through just to make sure the crows wouldn’t get in. He looked down at the windowsill and saw more small animal bones. Tommy's eye twitched and he snatched the bones with completely steady-and-totally-not-shaking hands. 

Tommy stared at the bones for a few seconds and then he walked over to a bin to throw them out only to see those bird fuckers staring straight into his sould watching his every move. 

“Fucking hell with this..” Tommy muttered as he shoved the bones into his pockets. He sighed as he then walked out of the break room getting no break at all.

Then he got slapped on his ass. 

Tommy froze.

Tommy looked up to see Jeff…

And punched him square in the face. 

Jeff stumbled back and on the ground. Tommy glared as hard as a rock at him. He was not going to let that asshole harass him. If Tommy could he’d beat that ass right there and then but he very well knew he was still at work and he had a reputation to maintain.

As Tommy walked back to the front counter to take more orders Heff scrambled off of the floor to do whatever the fuck that jerk does. 

Tommy just wanted to go home…Tommy was going to switch to the night shift no matter how much he’d have to plead and no matter how dangerous it could be. 

“Yo barista boy-!” Tommy then heard a very familiar voice call him and he looked back to see that lanky ass motherfucker named Wilbur. The man that went to his shop regularly to buy black coffee from now on.

“Ugh it’s you again.” Tommy rolled his eyes as he pretended to groan, Wilbur in response put his hand to his heart looking mighty offended “How dare you insult me in such a way.” He said with too much dramaticness. 

“Whatever, what do you want bitch boy.” Tommy glared at him as the older only chuckled “Twelve black coffee’s in one -“ Wilbur exclaimed and Tommy looked at him as if he was crazy “Do you have a death wish?!” Tommy looked the man up and down as he slowly began to make the coffee “Oh don't be so dramatic.” The brunette grins “Says the drama queen.” Tommy replies as he writes ‘Drama queen’ on the cup with a drawing of Wilbur wearing a crown and his face being veeery overdramatic. 

Wilbur scoffed as he rolled his eyes with a grin, ruffling Tommy’s hair and giving him a 500$ bill “Go buy yourself some cereal- you look like a stick.” Wilbur chuckles and his hand stays in Tommy’s hair a second too long for it to be comfortable and friendly. 

“As much as I would love to stay longer like usual, I have to go- fam is waiting for me.” Wilbur then pat’s Tommy’s head and leaves. 

Tommy is frozen for the third time that day.

After that whole thing Tommy ended up going to Puffy to ask for a change of shift which she at first disagreed on but Tommy being Tommy managed to get her to say yes. So now it was 7:30PM and he was closing up.

“You.” He heard an angry voice mutter before he got pushed against the counter “I will murder you with my fists.” Jeff threatened and Tommy only looked down at him “Suuure.” He muttered not believing the black haired asshole a word. 

Tommy then pushed Jeff off of himself as he grabbed his stuff and left the shop, locking it before doing so. 

Once Tommy arrived home he dropped down on his couch completely exhausted, he threw the small animal bones that were weighing his pockets down on the table. 

‘I don’t think I’ve ever felt so fucking relieved to be back here’ Tommy’s eyes were slowly closing but before he could fall asleep he shot a quick message to the groupchat that got his phone buzzing off every second but he was so far asleep he heard nothing at all.

Chapter Text

To say that the message the family got from the child wasn’t concerning would be a lie, in fact the message was MORE than concerning.

BigMan: got slapzszd on ma bum by thot cunt 

Although the writing was messy it was still readable.

Crow: What.

Crow: The.

Crow: Fuck.

Crow: WHO WAS IT?!

PotatoKing: what the hell?!

Crow: do you need to talk?

Siren: THAT FUCKER DID WHAT

PotatoKing: I’m going to shred that ass into pieces

Siren: I’ll gut that cunt from the inside out

PotatoKing: where does he live?

Crow: Tommy?? Mate are you alright??

Crow: The lack of response is not a good sign-

Siren: Racoon child-?!

PotatoKing: kit??

Siren: Answer goddamnit!!

Crow: This is not good

Siren: you think?!

PotatoKing: Siren calm down

PotatoKing: Toms???

Crow: Mate you’re making us all worried

Crow: Mate???

Siren: I am going to kill that fucker

Siren: so hard he wont see the other side

Siren: will only feel the fucking pain 

PotatoKing: That fucker wont live long

Crow: both of you calm down as much as I’d love to do all those things we need to focus if Toms is okay and why he’s not responding

Siren: but what if he’s hurt?!

Siren: what if he’s dying?!

PotatoKing: isn’t it like 9pm or smth-?

Siren: This is not the time to be concerned about the time!!

PotatoKing: Maybe he fell asleep?

Crow: hm, true he does work quite a lot

Siren: but what if he’s not?!

PotatoKing: my lord, calm yourself

Siren: shut the fuck up!

Crow: guys guys let’s all discuss this calmy alright?

Crow: and like Tech said he might be sleeping

Siren: BUT

Crow: HOWEVER we are still going to check if he's okay, okay?

Siren: yes!

Crow: good

Techno: ‘s there any food left in the fridge? ‘m starvin’

Siren: this is not the time to talk about food techno!!!

Techno: bruhh fine

Crow: I’ll go get you it

Techno: :)

Siren: seriously?!

Crow: yes seriously, anyway in the meantime you two get your asses down here 

Siren: y?

PotatoKing: use your brain for once 🙄

Siren: stop bullying me!

PotatoKing: no

Siren: (இ﹏இ`｡)

PotatoKing: L

Crow: Just get down here you two

Siren: finnee

PotatoKing: ‘m already here you blind af-

Crow: I’ll slap you

Siren: HA HA

Philza was pacing around in the kitchen worriedly when Wilbur arrived. Techno was just peacefully sipping from what looked like to be a frozen blood bag giving it more of an ice cream kind of vibe.

Phil’s wings were puffed up and they occasionally twitched. Techno’s ears, despite his calm act that he put on, slightly twitched too.

“Well?! Why are you just standing here? We should go after him!” Wilbur nervously said as he stopped his nervous pacing father in his tracks. Wilbur’s tone was harsh with a huge amount of nervousness but also worry, worry for his raccoon boy “As much as that racoon boy is annoying-” He began before he was so oh so rudely interrupted by his twin “Aw the little baby Wilbur cares for the kit how adorable.” The pinkette sarcastically cooed at Wilbur with a huge grin “Oh shut up you-”

“Wilbur, calm.” Was all that Phil said to stop the beginning of an argument, his soft voice and gentle touch on Wilbur’s shoulder was like a lullaby one could only wish for “But dad .” Wilbur whined as he pressed his head against his father’s chest pouting like a toddler literally.

Phil put his right hand on Wilbur’s head caressing his head while his other hand patted his back “I know, I know.” Phil whispered to Wilbur “I’m going to find him and bring him home.” Phil reassured his very much tired, dazed and instinct clouded son “Clingy..” Techno snickered at Wilbur which only gained him a light playful glare from Phil. 

“Meanwhile you-“ Phil pointed at Techno who looked completely devastated upon being mentioned “-will get your brother some food.” Techno sighed but agreed nonetheless  “Yes.” Phil smiled and handed Wilbur over to Techno who placed him on the couch carefully.

”Thank you.” Phil smiled at him, sending affectionate words through the bond “You should go now-” Techno muttered as he opened the fridge sticking his whole head in it as he searched for some blood,Phil chuckled.

Techno was not going to go hunting right now since he had to guard the place and make sure everything was all good for when Tommy arrived…heh…Tommy that name was much too human..they'll have to change it once the little kit joins their family.

—- Philza’s Pov —-

Philza flew through the night air, his black wings flapping making the air more windy with the fast pace and the strength the wings made. Obviously he was in a rush, he was worried for Tommy. While Phil knew it was late and the boy could have just passed out of exhaustion he needed to be sure, after all Tommy was soon to be his son.

As he flew above the forest he saw some lights ‘Ah the city’ he thought as he was nearer and nearer with each flap of his wings. 

Once he got close enough to the city he transformed into a crow, it was a simple little trick really..nothing too special to him at least. 

He flew above the city, not too far above, and looked around. He saw a few crow feathers and so he followed them..they each led to about five different places if not more so it took about an hour or two to get to a flat by following the feathers. That flat, Philza assumed, must’ve belonged to Tommy and so still in the form of a crow he landed on the balcony’s railing, where he found his whole fucking murder of crows . To say that he was furious was an understatement, he glared at the crows and they were cowering under his gaze, soon though his gaze softened and he was just glad that they were fine.

Phil nuzzled with every one of them which…was a lot considering they were all on the balcony, windows, roof, floor…just…everywhere-

After that he carefully slid through the slightly open window and into the flat. The flat in question looked well…old..and not in the nice-old kind of way but the waaay too old to be standing kind of way.

Phil flew around the flat a bit but he decided to land down on the counter to look around a bit more for his fledgling  to make sure that he was safe so that he could bring him home and-

SMACK

He screeched as a broom made contact with his crow body slamming him down- not too hard to actually hurt him but hard enough to knock him down from the counter he was sitting on. 

When he shook off the shock of being smacked with a broom he looked at who the hell smacked him only to see a young boy, barely older than sixteen with a broom in his hand looking wide eyed at Phil. The boy looked at Phil(basically a crow) in such a gaze that one would to a killer not to a crow…maybe the kid was scared of crows? Who knows..

“Out-“ The child-well Tommy pointed at the window from which the sun shone in- wait sun?! Huh..he must have lost track of time trying to find him…oh well..he couldn’t leave now though…not since he found him! He had to bring Tommy home…

“Out!” Tommy waved the broom at Phil more firmly and Phil had no other choice than to retract out of the window…that’s fine..he could just follow Tommy through his day and then take him..or something along those lines. He’s done it a few times before-kidnapping, it was easy he just had to be quick and not suspicious about it.

And so Phil flew back out the window settling himself on the roof, waiting when Tommy would leave out of the house.

—- Tommy’s Pov —-

Too. Fuckin. Early. 

It was 5 am and he had to fucking throw a crow out of his flat. Tommy was not having a good time at all. His eyes had bags and tear stains under them, he felt more than tired and he had two more hours until his shift would start! Amazing! Just wonderful. 

Tommy sighed as he threw the broom in a corner. He got himself an apple and then changed into fresh not-sweaty clothes.

He pulled out his phone, staring at it for a bit before deciding to text Tubbo.

BigMan: yo tubso wanna hang?

BeeBoy: sure just woke up-

BigMan: great- I just got focking harzasser by a crow

BeeBoy: damn- sucks

BigMan: uh huh anyway meetup at de park?

BeeBoy: yup

BigMan: k 

After that he went to pocket his phone but he found a lot of messages from the discord group. When he opened them up he was frozen.

BigMan: GEEZ GUYZ AM FINE

BigMan: Murder is illigal 

BigMan: just passed out 

Tommy felt his heart flutter and a warm feeling filled his chest. He never really had someone that cared THIS much about him…sure he had Tubbo who did care but- he laughed at him first- the usual friend stuff…Tommy did that to him too..when he got almost ran over by a car…okay so maybe that wasn't a good reaction but Tubbo laughed as well!

He shook his head ‘They wouldn’t care for me like that, besides they are a family it’d just ruin it..’ Tommy pocketed his phone as he walked out of his flat.

He carefully walked through the dark allies in the morning darkness, his feet being the only sound in the early morning. Everybody else was too scared to go out at this hour…hah what a bunch of pussies.

When Tommy finally arrived at the overgrown park he smiled brightly at the sight of his best friend Tubbo.

“Tubso-!” He ran up to the brunette doing their secret greeting handshake thing “Yoo boss maan!” Tubbo grinned back at Tommy “Why the weird time for a hangout?” Tubbo asked as it was quite unusual for his friend to just hang out with him at 5 in the morning…well nearly 6 now but…whatever.

“Eh…woke up and I have nothing better to do…also almost got killed by a fuckin’ crow in my flat.” Tommy said and Tubbo laughed out loud, the laugh sounded more like a siren “Huh?!” Tommy shot him a playful glare “It’s true you ass-“ he then proceeded to punch him playfully “Heyy-! No need to get all defensive geez- is that like your default defense thing? To attack people when something is inconvenient for you?” Tubbo laughed which only gained him an angry Tommy lunging at him making the two fall on the grassy dirt in the park.

They both started laughing well..more so Tommy started- Tubbo just continued with his siren-hiccup laugh, it was adorable really- not in a weird way of course! Tommy did NOT like his friend like that, besides Tommy was straight anyway. 

As the two lay there on the grass staring at the starry sky which is slowly but surely turning brighter the blond boy asks “Have you found any job yet?” The brunet boy sighs at the question “No…the money that the VH HQ gave me will last me for about four months but I’m getting a tad bit nervous…my landlord is planning on raising the rent..” Tubbo played with his fingers that were placed on his chest “That’s shit.” Tommy commented which gained him a slight chuckle and a nod.

Tommy stares at his friend’s relaxed yet worried face for a little bit when an idea pops up in his head…if he manages to talk to Puffy about the jackass he could slip up a word of his friend in need of a job with some tech stuff! That way Tubbo can search for a job that he wants to do while still being able to pay rent and buy himself some stuff!

“I think I’ve got an idea.” Tommy speaks up with a big smile, he turns on his side to face his friend “I’m all ears.” Tubbo turns on his side too so that he can see face to face with Tommy “I could lend a word about you needing work to Puffy so that you have at least some sort of job until you find something.” Tommy proposed his idea which seemed to spark an interest in his friend “Really?! I mean- that’s amazing!” Tommy smiles as he nods “Yeah, we are a bit understaffed and an expert in tech would really help us too-!” Tubbo smiled even more if possible “I’m sure you do! I could help with like- music and make the lights look cooler..” The brunette sat up from so much excitement starting to ramble on about how he could help around.

The two were more than thrilled. They could work together and help each other out, the idea was more than brilliant. As Tommy smiled and added more ideas to Tubbo’s pile he couldn’t help but notice the growing pit in his stomach…he felt like he was being watched…intently so. However when Tommy looked around he didn’t see anybody.

‘Weird..best not to fuckin wonder about it.’ He just shook the feeling off “Thanks- really.” Tubbo laughed, “Ofcourse that’s what best friends are for.” Tommy grinned as he too sat up from his side-lying position “Other than thaaat- I’m hungry for some fuckin’ icecream we should get one after my work.” Tommy said as he began stretching “Oh? Why not now?” Tubbo asked “Well for one, it’s like,” Tommy stopped mid-sentence to look up at the sky. Seeing that it was much brighter than the last time he saw  it he concluded that it must be nearing the morning “Six thirty am or something- and the ice cream shop owned by that furry opens at like..eight because that furry maid fox is too lazy to get up earlier.” Tommy grinned clearly joking. Tubbo burst out laughing, falling down on the grass once again.

Tommy grinned at his amazing work before getting up from the grass and dusting himself off. Thankfully the grass was so thick that no dirt has come into his hair..hah..come..EHM ANYWAY- 

Tommy offered a hand to Tubbo after he was done with his hysterical laughter and the two of them started making their way out of the old, abandoned park together. 

They walked down the street, walking on the pavement floor. They had to hide in an alley on occasion when they saw a person walking way too oddly to be in their right mind…if they even had control of their mind at all…

Once they finally reached the doors of the cafe they bid each other a warm goodbye. 

And so the day for Tommy Innit Simons has begun…he did not feel happy at all. First thing that he did after unlocking the front door and putting on the white and red apron with a cute fluffy image of a cloud on the front was going straight to Puffy’s office, he didn’t even bother saying good morning to Jeff that jackass wasn’t there anyway. 

He knocked on Puffy’s office door thrice before a soft “Come in.” Came through the shut door. He opened the door and walked inside. First thing he saw was Niki smiling up at Puffy with an almost mischievous look?

“Um, am I interrupting something?“ Tommy asked carefully as he eyed the two “Oh? No, not at all Tommy.” Puffy said chuckling “I was about to leave anyway-“ Niki chuckled softly as she started to walk towards the door before stopping and looking back “ Vergessen Sie nicht unseren Deal Puffy~” The young woman grinned before she left.

Tommy just stood there awkwardly, having no idea what just happened he walked up to Puffy’s desk.

“Anyway, what do you need Tommy? It is quite early in the morning.” Puffy had that sweet smile she always wore on “I…wanted to talk about Jeff.” Tommy got out with shaky hands “The new employee?” Puffy asked and Tommy nodded, her eyes narrowed at him she knew that something was up. 

“He um..has been…harassing me..sexually recently well only last time I was at work..he slapped my um- behind.” Tommy was looking all around but Puffy’s eyes, he didn’t want to see her expression. He knew she is a nice woman and wouldn’t hurt him, he didn’t wish to see the sadness in her face..or anger.

“…Tommy..why didn’t you tell me this sooner?” She asked, her voice stiff but a sprinkle of worrieness shone through “C-Cuz we were understaffed…you said so yourself-“ The blond teenager felt like a toddler who was caught stealing from the cookie jar.

“ Oh Tommy, ” her voice was filled with sadness yet it was still so sweet and sincere “That doesn’t matter- what matters is the employees safety, your safety. You should have come to me the second he did anything or tried to.” Puffy got up from her chair walking over to the nervous blond and hugging him lightly “Sorry Puffy..” Tommy mumbled “It’s alright.” She hugged him for a moment longer before letting go.

“I’ll call him to tell him he’s fired.” Tommy nodded happy with the outcome, not happy with the fact that if he sees that arsehole somewhere he’s probably going to get punched. He could deal with that later though, that’s a future Tommy problem. 

After Puffy made the call Tommy spoke up again “Also I’ve got a friend who’s looking for a job- would it be possible for him to get a job here?” Puffy thought for a moment before smiling “Sure, I’ll just need him to fill out a form and come to an interview. Here give him this,” Puffy handed Tommy two pieces of paper all with questions and the basic stuff  job applications have. “and tell him that he can come to an interview tomorrow at 2pm.” Tommy nods once again as he takes the papers “Alright, thanks so much again Puffy!” 

The blond leaves through the door with a huge smile, going back to the employee only room to stuff the papers into his messenger bag. He has a smile on his face as a warm feeling spreads through his chest, he can finally have some of his peace at work back. 

Just as that thought passes through his head he hears a soft tapping sound against the window ‘Oh for fucks sake no-‘ Tommy drags a hand across his face and groans, he turns and walks towards the small window to, as expected, see around 40 or so crows. 

If he could, he would jump off of a roof. Tommy feels like he’s going to fucking go mentally insane. He looks at the two bags of sunflower seeds, walks over, rips them twi open and chugs them out of the window. 

He regrets ever feeding a crow in his life..now all there ,at the other side of the window on a windowsill that he sees, are fucking bones. He’s glad that they are just animal bones, they do resemble a bit of human ones but…they are too small to be human…Tommy didn’t really go to school…and even when he did he didn’t really listen..whatever doesn’t matter now he’s getting back to work…thank Prime. 

The rest of his day went all right, people went and left. Wilbur didn’t come by..but he wasn’t going to scold the man for it, he had his own life, probably a job too. It’d be selfish of Tommy to want him by his side everyday not that he’d ever admit it.

However normal the day might’ve went he was on high alert the whole day. No matter what he drank or ate, he felt nervous and like he was being watched. No matter how hard he tried to ignore it it didn’t go away but no one was watching him he checked multiple times over, everybody minded their own business. Yes he sometimes caught a crow looking but it was probably looking at the food rather than him, he really couldn’t tell as the light was shining at a weird angle that didn’t let him see the little face of the bird. 

So in the end Tommy chalked it up to just being paranoid. 

Oh man how he couldn’t wait to go get ice cream after his job nothing could ever go wrong with that…..right?

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“Sir listen- we don’t have oat milk..” Tommy sighs as he looks at a blond man in a green hoodie “But I want-“ shut up “Well I’m sorry but we do not have it.” Tommy replied in a high pitched annoyed tone. The man furrowed his brows looking Tommy dead in the eyes “Then what are you supposed to put in my coffee?” The man asked and Tommy was honest to god about to slap him. Just shut the fuck up already “Milk? Duh.” Tommy replies and the man seems to not like that “I want to speak to your manager.” Tommy’s eye twitched and all hell breaks loose  “Oh my fucking god! What the fuck do you not get about the fact that we do not have fucking oat milk?! Who the fuck even drinks oat milk you fucking green abomination of a teletuby!” Tommy’s last nerve breaks and all of that pent up rage of emotions leave him, who gives a shit if he gets fired this jackass is a real twat “Tsk, I will never return to this cafe ever.” The man turns on his heels leaving “Good! Just like you father-“ Okay so maybe Tommy took it a bit too far with that one…

“Excuse me..?” The teletubbie abomination turns around a bit menacingly…”Okaaay I think we should just go Claaayyyy.” A black haired man with a white bandana on his head suggests as he puts both of his arms on the man’s shoulders pushing him towards the exit “Whatever..” The green teletubby muttered out as the two of them left.

Tommy stared at the door for a bit waiting if anybody went through…but it stayed closed sooo since no one else was in the cafe and Tommy was allowed to close early if no one was theeereeeee- he ran to the door and flipped the sign to ‘closed’ and went to pack up it was 5:40PM anyway soo sucks for the others but not him!

Tommy threw his apron carelessly in the locker and collected his stuff before locking the cafe and leaving to meet up with his friend at the amazing furry ice cream shop that was all totally normal with furries that looked to be far more real than supposed to but who cares!

So Tommy walked confidently to the shop’s door, opened it to order an ice cream and to sit down with his friend at a nearby table except…

TUBBO WAS NOT IN THE FUCKING STORE THAT TRAITOR….okay so maybe he wasn’t a traitor and he was just late but still…how dare he be late. So with an annoyed face Tommy walked up to the counter to the orange furry “Welcome to Ranboo- oh it's you again.” The Orange furry man glared at Tommy “Oi, quit looking at me like that! And yes it is me again!” Tommy grinned proudly.

The furry rolled his eyes “Whatever, what do you want.” Tommy looked as if in thought “Ice cream duh.” The furry sighed, how dare he! “Of Course I know that you imbecile.” Tommy glared at him “Chocolate.” Tommy simply stated. The furry sighed as he went ahead to make Tommy's ice cream.

Huh, the feeling of being watched toned down a bit…strange

Tommy sat down at one of the tables and it just so happened that he sat right in front of boob boy “Ayup.” Tommy greeted the tall fucker. Ranboo lifted his head up from looking at his phone, his hair falling a bit in front of his half black and white mask “Ah, hello..” He mumbled ever so timidly, unsure of what Tommy’s intentions were.

“Soooo what’s with the second job being a hunter heeh..?” Tommy asked grinning as Ranboo’s eyes widened behind the mask, not that he could see it “How did you know?!” Ranboo uttered in a whisper as he leaned in closer to Tommy looking quite anxious and…scared?

 “Cos you literally introduced yourself to me as yourself mate?” Ranboo let out a soft “Oh….I was so tired  that I forgot…d-doesn’t matter just please don’t tell anybody? People can’t know the hunter's real identity…” Ranboo started nervously rambling.

Tommy chuckled “Ofcourse boob boy!” Ranboo let out a sigh of relief “If you ever see me in my hunter gear then just call me Mite, that’s my code name.” Tommy nodded “Or I can just call you boob boy-“ that earned him a glare from Ranboo and getting his cup of ice cream roughly placed in front of him “Please stop harassing my co-owner.” The furry grits out as he glares at Tommy.

“Hey I wasn’t harassing them-!” Tommy defends himself “You furry bas-“ 

“Tommy! Stop insulting the owner! Do you want us to get banned?!” Tubbo shrieks as the bell if the front door jingles and ge rushes up to the blind to put his hand over Tommy’s mouth “I am so sorry for him-“ Tubbo begins to apologize but the orange furry only shakes his head “It’s whatever-“

“Can I get a vanilla ice cream?” Tubbo asks as he sits down next to his friend. The furry nods “Ranboo your break is over in-“ “I know- I own this place too.” The oreo rolls his eyes as the furry boy walks away.

“You should get him in an anger management program or something.” Ranboo states after a while of silence if you don’t count the slurping sound of Tommy eating, slurping and chewing on his ice cream. 

“EXCUSE ME WHA-“ Tommy coughs as he almost chugs a spoon at Ranboo the only thing stopping him being Tubbo “Tommy stop-!” Tubbo struggles to get out as he is quite literally blocking Tommy from the front so that he won’t attack Ranboo “Yeaah it’s time that I return to my joooob…” Ranboo muttered before he bolted from the table to the front counter at the speed of light “COWARD-“ Tommy shouted after him ever so carelessly, Tubbo just sighed defeated. 

“Seriously Tom?” The teen asked “Whaat.” Tubbo rolled his eyes chuckling “Anyway- I asked my boss Puffy if she could lend you a job.” Tommy began as he dug into his ice cream, Tubbo doing the same as the furry brought him his ice cream “And?” Tubbo nervously asked, hoping that Tommy’s boss will give him a chance “She said that you can drop by tomorrow at two for an interview and that you need to fill out these papers.” The blonde explained handing his friend two pieces of paper with a bunch of info that needed to be filled out. 

Tubbo nodded, grabbing the papers and carefully folding them so that he could put them in his pocket because he unfortunately forgot his little bag at home. The brunette was grinning from ear to ear “Thanks so much Tom!” The blonde only nodded “Puffy is the one you should be thanking, not me.” He chuckled ever the humble and sincere guy, really he was SO generous “I’ll be sure to do that then.” Tubbo said while grinning. 

“Here’s your ice cream , also my number if you guys ever want to hang out.” Ranboo smiled as he put the small cup with vanilla ice cream in front of Tubbo giving him a piece of paper with his number on it “Oh, thanks-!” Tubbo smiled back but Ranboo was already on his way back to the front counter.

“How the fuck do you get his number but not me ?! I’ve talked with him a lot more-!” Tommy whined but Tubbo only rolled his eyes “Tommy the number is for the both of us.” He answered with a deadpan face “Oh.” It was quiet for a moment too long.

“Anyway, how have you been? Anything interesting happening?” Tommy looked in thought for a while. “Oh yeah- there was this bitch at the bakery-cafe and he wanted goat milk but we ain’t got none so that green teletubby turned into a Karen.” Tommy scoffed as Tubbo cackled at him while they ate their own ice creams “Damn- sucks ass.” Tubbo snorted “Anything new with you?” Tubbo shrugged “Not much but-“ Tubbo leaned in closer, talking in a whisper “I heard that the VHHQ has lost their boss and that someone else has taken over.” Tommy quirked an eyebrow up at Tubbo “And-? That’s not that interesting or secretive Tubs…” Tommy whispered back “Right right but apparently the new boss is a vampire-!” The boy was almost jumping in his seat.

…..

“Tubbo, Tubs, Big T, Boss man please tell me you didn’t fucking go to that cunt and tried asking for your job back-“ Tommy only recieved a nervous chuckle from Tubbo “ Tubssoo! ” Tommy looked like he was done with him “Whaaaat, you don’t even believe that vampires are real even though there’s like a bajillion of them! I think you need to stop living in denial, Toms.” Tommy’s mouth was dropped down on the ground. Did that motherfucker just attempt to roast him? How dare he. 

“I am not living in denial!” Tommy rolled his eyes and all Tubbo did was chuckle “Whatever you saaay.” Tubbo licked the last bits of ice cream off of the spoon “Wanna head out?” He asks standing up. Tommy nods, picking up his cup as well and giving it back to Ranboo to whom they say their goodbyes to. 

As the two walked on the pavement they felt the cold chill of the air hit them “Geez…it’s beginning to become colder as each day passes huh?” Tommy only absently nodded as his head suddenly swarmed with how the fuck he was going to survive this winter because his heating did not work…at all.. and he didn’t want to call somebody to fix it because that would most likely cost a lot of money. 

He also felt more chilly as the feeling of being watched returned and he did not appreciate that at all.

As they walked and talked about what movie was the best they walked into a park (that was not abandoned) and sat down on the benches…well they intended to at least…but instead of sitting on those benches they ended up nearly sitting in the pond with the ducks. 

The two of them played with the ducks like little children. It was an adorable sight to see. 

“Oh look it’s the blond asshat and who is that with you? Your boyfriend?” Tommy heard a familiar voice behind him and Tubbo and he felt dread fill in his chest. He got up from the frass turning around and so did Tubbo who was looking at the black haired kid with a frown “Who the fuck are you?” Tubbo spoke as he side eyes the guy while also glaring.

The guy snickered “You know Tommy you would be better off in the Natzi.” It was quiet as everybody stared at each other with death glares while the two were stunned “What the actual fuck is wrong with you? You know how wrong it is to say that?!” Tommy gritted through his teeth. 

Jeff only cackled “What maybe they would’ve loved you unlike your parents.” He had a shit eating grin on his face but that didn’t deter Tubbo from protecting his best friend “Hey! Who do you think you are coming up to us and insulting us ?!” Tubbo scoffed as Tommy glared and that was as far as any warning he was going to give to the jackass before pouncing on his as he punched him on the face but the motherfucker punched him back. This was going on for about twenty minutes with Tubbo as his moral support, he was too much of a pussy to fight, HA! Plus Tommy could handle himself. He was fine.

Crack

Tommy was the only one to hear it and to feel the souring pain that came with it as he felt a bone in his ribs crack, he was not going to say anything though, as Tubbo would probably watch him like a hawk and he couldn’t get to work then…so with one last once of strength that he had, he punched Jeff square in the nose. That fucker yelled as Tommy broke his nose “That’s what you fucking get for being a prick!” Tommy yelled, there were quite a few people around them as they too watched the fight. Tubbo helped him up “C’mon we best be off boss man.” The brunette held Tommy by the arms as he glared at Jeff. Tommy nodded his feet feeling like jello while his broken rib felt like it was on fire.

And so they went slowly but surely Tubbo escorted Tommy home “You sure that you’re alright to stay alone?” Tubbo asked a bit worriedly “Yeah don’t worry dude-“ Tommy nodded as he was already in his apartment with half a foot. “I know how to patch myself up.” He smiled as Tubs nodded, they waved each other goodbye and Tommy entered his apartment. 

“Ugh fuck..” before Tommy knew it he was throwing up blood in his toilet…it was fine..Tommy can fix this…probably..

Ping

His phone buzzed and Tommy looked at the screen ‘Tubbo created a group chat with Ranboo and Tommy’

At least he had a new friend…

Ranboo: Tommy are you okay? I heard abt the fight

Tommy: Yup! I’m jumpin high off the walls rn 

Tubbo: pfffttt I dont believe that for a second 

Tommy: then doent birch

Tubbo: did you just call me a birch..?

Ranboo: LMAO 

Tommy: haha suckers!

He threw up in the toilet again the taste of bitter blood and acid hung heavy on his tongue. Tommy looked over his unread messages from the weird fam people.

BigMan: I’m fine guys don’t worry- 

Crow: uh huh yeah mate, the fight sure was nothing.

Siren: What fight.? Tommy my sweet little Raccon boy what is he talkin’about?

PotatoKing: Did you win? 

Siren: TECHNO

PotatoKing: what?

BigMan: pfft ofc I did I bet that y’all would’ve lost!

Crow: Calm down kids

PotatoKing: Bruh 

BigMan: how did ya know abt the fiight?

Crow: twitter

Siren: damn I didnt know that the old man uses twitter

Crow: oh shut

PotatoKing: L got oured by twitter haha.

BigMan: 🙄 fine then ya fuckers if ya haedve notehing goosd to say then I’ll go shhleep

Siren: Good night and sweet dreams🥰🥰

BigMan: stop ur bein cringe and weird

PotatoKing: Exactly, g’night kit

Crow: Good night, dont let the demons bite and you two stop fighting

Siren: he started it

PotatoKing: bruuuh

PotatoKing: Loser, can’t even admit to his own crimes

Siren: memememme

Tommy had a smile on his face, albeit a little bloody but it was a smile.

But while Tommy was hung over the bathroom toilet a certain ancient vampire was standing ever so menacing behind Jeff…..he was going to pay…

Chapter Text

The night air was quite cold as it was only a month or two away for the spring season to end and the winter season would arise. The birds were still chirping as the sun hadn't set down properly, in the mostly quiet of the night you could hear and see three drunken teenagers walking along the pavement. 

“-and that fuckin’ twat broke my nose! Can you believe it?!” A familiar voice of Jeff slurred as he sluggishly walked with his friends who were equally drunk.

“What a cunt-!” One of the two friends exclaimed and the other only nodded “Honestly I would’ve won but that bitch cheated!” Jeff slurred once again, unaware of the red eyes watching the trio.

The other two laughed, nodding as they seemed to agree with Jeff “Yeah! That kid is a total loser.” They all seemed to agree. 

Their feed made shuffling, padding noises against the pavement. Each step the three of them took was uncoordinated and weirdly angled, looking as if they were about to fall every second.

The red eyes seemed to be getting closer each minute, more crows gathering around ready to pounce and pluck at the three if needed. 

The trio was now mumbling nonsense basically, every word was incoherent or jumbled together. 

“Well that’s a bit mean innit mate?” A calm yet terrifying voice spoke. The man appeared in front of the three teenagers. 

Blond hair perfectly pulled back into a short ponytail, on top of his hair sat a white and green bucket hat. His clothes looked rather old fashioned but very noble, they reeked of respect and…money. His fingers were covered in many rings although one stood out, it was an emerald ring which seemed to glow in the moonlight. 

Although the most noticeable thing on the man wasn’t his clothes or rings…no…it was his wings. They were huge, the dark color was like a black void stretching out forever. And the man’s eyes…oh god his eyes…so red so do red that they were almost hypnotizing staring into them felt like falling into a void of sluggishness and and-

“Oh my god, it's a vampire!” One of the trio yelled “Oh my god it’s the fuckin Angel of Death!” The other yelled louder and Jeff- well- he was pale white, looking like he was going to pass out at any second. 

“You hurt something of mine. ” Philza hissed glaring at the three of them all the while keeping a stoic and a calm face. The trio paled even more at those words.

People knew not to fuck around with vampires…but when you did? Well..ahaha..my friend there is no way out then you were offically fucked. 

“Um wha-“ one of them went to ask but with one quick movement which looked like almost nothing to the human eye, the guy’s throat was slit. Jeff and the other guy shrieked back in horror, scrambling to run away but just as the first, the second guy was killed just as quickly. The only one left was Jeff but Philza wasn’t going to kill that guy quickly no, why would he? That was basically giving mercy to the man and he had no intention of doing that.

The two teenagers were dead on the ground with blood pooling around them. 

“Help-!” The guy wanted to shriek but one of the crow lunged at him batting at his mouth so all that came out of his mouth was a muffled sound.  

The crows created a blanket of darkness around the two, so no one could see what was happening inside. The murder of crows formed into a ball sure did look weird on the outside but who would give a fuck? It’s not like anyone was out at this hour anyway, except for hunters maybe but that was not of Philza’s concern.

“What do you think we should do with him Brian?” Philza asked with a malicious smirk on his face, the cold tone of his voice didn’t go unnoticed. The crow in question sat down on Philza’s arm.

Jeff was shaking in his boots, terrified as to what was going to happen to him. The vampire looked very crazy in his mind as he was talking to crows but well he for sure wasn’t.

Brian cawed back for a few seconds and Philza seemed to be listening intently to him. He nodded a few times, mumbling something under his breath before he let the crow fly back to the rest of them “Sure mate we can do that.” Philza smiled cruelly back. 

Jeff was confused more than anything but the terrifying horror of what could happen to him overpowered the confusion, he had to escape somehow he had to-

CAW

Brian flew at Jeff and he shrieked trying to dodge away from the crow but it went unsuccessfully as he felt pain in his right eye and soon enough he was yelling.

It hurt, it hurt so much . 

Brian was plucking at his right eye, soon enough another crown joined him at plucking at Jeff’s left eye. By now Jeff was screamin’ to hell and back. The pain was worse than hell itself, while the two birds plucked the blacknettes' eyes out, Philza with his sharp talon nails forcefully opened Jeff’s mouth open and slowly, slowly dug his talons into his tongue and started pulling it out.

Jeff yelled so loud, or at least attempted to since the hand in his mouth was making it hard to do so. Jeff’s throat hurt, his eyes hurt and his tongue hurt. This was an agonizing amount of pain that he never thought he would go through, soon he realized, he didn’t see anything and the two crows flew away from his face and oh god he was blind! 

And he screamed as his tongue was pulled out with a sickening noise of tearing skin. 

Philza however, wasn’t done. 

What he did next made the guy scream more than he did the previous times. 

He quickly broke his forearm and tore it off of Jeff’s elbow and shoved it down his throat, then he plunged his hand into Jeff’s chest and tore his heart out. He pulled Jeff’s arm out of his throat and instead replaced it with his heart making Jeff swallow it. 

The sight was sickening and if Jeff could so much as think he would probably throw up but by the moment he swallowed his own heart he was on the floor dead. 

Philza smiled to himself and crouched down as he sunk his teeth into Jeff’s neck suckin his blood. 

Philza smiled as his job here was done.

He kicked Jeff’s body when he was finished drinking and left it there for hunters to find.

“Time to get my fledgling home.” He hummed happily as he took off into the air. 

—- Tommy’s Pov —-

Tommy was dying, at least he thought he was, with all the throwing up blood and all. He could barely breathe, his breaths came out in small wheezes, his head was spinning and he was dizzy as hell, not to mention him throwing up blood. Oh prime he couldn’t die like THIS! This was a fuckin lame way to die! Not to mention that Tubbo would be lost without him! 

Oh gosh- he couldn’t he could not afford to-

Siren: I’m hungry

PotatoKing: bruh, not my problem you bozo

Siren: EXCUSE ME?!

PotatoKing: 🙄

Siren: HOW COULD YOU?! MY OWN TWIN!

BigMan: pfft drama queen

Siren: shuush

PotatoKing: yeah Wil shutup

BigMan: uh hey guys-

Siren: Yes?

PotatoKing: ?

BigMan: uh- yourelikethebestpeopleIevermetIloveyallkbye

Siren: awwwwwwwwwwww Tooommmssssss 🥰🥰🥰

PotatoKing: why so emotional all of a sudden?

PotatoKing: Tommy?

BigMan: uh just felt like it..

PotatoKing: Uh huh

Siren: Toms as much as it warms my heart you are never this affectionate what happened?

BigMan: ahaah…nothing..

PotatoKing: Theseus-

BigMan: srsly andrhhr fuckin nicknamene? 

Siren: …m gettin the old man

BigMan: nooooooooo

Ughhh Tommy did not need the old bitch to worry even more- he was fi- well he wasn’t exactly fine but..eh…goddamnit. 

BigT: Hey Tubs u iz amazing friendzo

BossMan: …Tommy r u fine..?

BigT: Yop

Tommy didn’t want to lie but…he didn’t feel like explaining that he was dying. Oh prime he was going to die…

Dread pooled in his stomach, he clutched the satchel of the tony bones that the crows gave him…NO HE WAS NOT CLINGY FUCK YOU…he just…needed something to ground him…yeah…

The world started to blur away as he felt more blood falling out of his mouth and pooling on the bathroom floor…

He was…fine..

Yeah…he was ok….

Chapter Text

So like wtf- Wilbur I cant-?! Poor Shelby like fuckin seriously- wtf- I’m so mentally down rn- I looked up to Wilbur for fuckin years he helped me through shit and now it proves that he's well- this?! I fuckin- I need a break guys- I’m not mad- I’m just very sad and disappointed honestly- all my love and support goes towards Shelby. It was very brave of her to speak up. I am happy and proud of her that she got out of that situation/relationship.

I honestly dont know what to believe? But well its the truth I guess- but I’ll post the next chapter when I can- I just- need a break- (I have a bottle of hydrogen peroxide in my room and my mind is not takin that well) also I fuckin hope nobody gets fuckin doxxed-

Love you guys- hang in there 💜💜

(This sounds cheesy as fuck wtf-)

And remember character and the author/actor of the character are two different ppl- (my view of that thingy- fuck english is my second language not very good atm-)

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“Well I don’t wanna!” A young blond boy screamed as he thumped his foot down on the ground in anger, the floor creaked under the pressure. Crossing his arms over his chest the blonde youngling pouted with cheeks puffed like that of a puffer fish, his face was red out of anger and his blue eyes seething with venom boring into the two like huge icebergs. 

“Thomas Innit! Stop it this instant!” A man yelled glaring holes through the young boy who couldn’t have been older than eight. The two shared the same eyes and were at a stare down with their eyes.

“You started it!!” The boy glared back, neither of them backing down. The man was furious. You could tell it from his red face “Stop acting like a toddler having a tantrum over nothing! You’re going to that school whether you like it or not!” The man yelled, balling his hands into fists at his sides as he tried to keep a hold of his hanger, which was more than obviously...failing. 

“Well I don’t wanna! I don’t wanna be a stupid monster hunter, it's stoopid and mean!” The boy yelled back “Honey come on…it’d do you great good in the future and you’d be helping people out-“ A woman started saying her hair blond just like her son’s “I said no!” The boy seethed “I hate you both! I’m not gunna live in your stupid fucking fantasy!” He screamed and the hilt of the metaphorical knife tipped over and the man—his father smacked him on the face so hard that the blond fell down on his back. 

Crack

Nobody moved, nobody spoke only two shocked stares as the boy lay there on the ground, his breath picking up in speed as pain erupted from his head.

“WAAAAAH-“ The boy yelled out loudly, yowling in pain. His mum got to his side quicker than light. When she turned him around he saw a small puddle of blood around himself and panic rose even more quickly in his chest.

He thought that he’s going to be sick.

——

“-die?!” A voice yelped, waking Tommy up “Calm down darling, he’s going to be fine…” A much softer and calm voice soothed “Poor baby had to go through so much.” The calm voice cooed and suddenly in less than a second there was a hand on his forehead. Tommy couldn’t bring himself to shoo the hand away. Usually he would have no problem doing so but right now…he was too tired, his body ached and yet… he felt more comfortable than in his 15 years of living. Is this a cloud that he’s laying on? 

He hazily and slowly opened his eyes just by a few inches but even then when he caught the slightest hint of color and lights he shut them closed tight again, the mixture of colors making him dizzy. 

He decided to shift to his other side to feel more comfortable and well…mostly so he could get out of sight from the mixture of colors and lights and voices but it only caused more pain to shoot right through his head “Gah-!” Tommy grunted if not yelped at the sudden flaring, stabbing and burning pain. His closed eyes watering in pain.

“Oh my….my dear boy, don’t move too much, you'll hurt yourself.” The calm voice fretted around him as they came closer stopping him from moving any further and hurting himself. Tommy only grunted annoyed which earned him a light chuckle.

The person moved his head lightly, carefully and without causing him too much pain. The process was too slow for Tommy’s liking but not like he could protest right now, his mouth felt too heavy to move much more attempt to speak. Once the person decided that the position that Tommy’s head was placed at was satisfactory enough they patted his forehead but their hand never left, it stayed there, the cold temperature very welcoming for his burning forehead. Tommy pressed into it like a moth to light.

“There there mate.” Tommy leaned into the cold touch more, basically cuddling with the hand. Far too gone from the right state of mind as his pains and aches along with his tiredness took away all of his rational thoughts and only a few could pass through his delirious mind ‘didn’t he just wake up a few minutes ago? Why the fuck was he so tired then?’ He tried to get up a few more times but was stopped just as quickly as he thought about it.

“Go to sleep little Theseus.” A deep voice rumbled when the blond huffed annoyed by this whole situation, it was surprising how aware he was of his state right now…well- of course it wasn’t surprising-! Uh- he- he was the big man innit! Who was scared of nothing! And shook away illness like a bug! But- the comforting hand on his forehead was too good to bring out any more fight out of him or any sort of…Tommy…comeback..

“Awie but the sweet honeycomb just woke up!” Another voice—one that was much more lighter and…annoying compared to the other two whined. ‘Ew…did they just call him a fuckin’ honeycomb? Really?! Eugh! They sounded like a bitch.’  

They were clearly annoyed “I wanna play with him!” They continued to whine which made Tommy’s head spin and hurt more- more than when he attempted to moved his head- what the hell man just shut the fuck up already!

“Come on now, the boy needs his sleep after all he is still mortal… and besides, you’ll get to play with him later, for all eternity.” The calm voice scolded the other even though their voice was light and soon it was followed by a playful chuckle. 

“Mm…not for long though.” The deep one joined and Tommy wasn’t sure if the deep voice was defending the annoying one or if he was just adding his own thought on the matter…

And Tommy…Tommy’s head hurt and the conversation that the three voices were all having started to turn distant and slowly it faded away until he was left alone in that deep dark inky fuzzy silent void, his head hurt no longer except for a slight buzz that was still present. He felt comfortable and at peace and very very VERY tired. 

……

The next time that he woke up, actually woke up not just lingered in a haze for a few minutes but actually was awake and aware he started coughing like he had motherfucking asthma. 

His mouth felt like dry sand and even that was a light comparison to how dry his mouth felt. Tommy felt like he may die from dehydration rather than the blood loss- oh shit…that was right- he was dying on his bathroom floor…w-well- NOT DYING COS BIG MAN TOMMYINNIT NEVER DIES- BuT UhM he was gently laying on the ground resting YES- totally what happened- ANYWAY

Instead of the cold bathroom floor of his apartment he was now laying on some kind of soft bed with- many- MANY blankets- “th’ f’ck..” Tommy mumbled as he pushed himself upward on the bed or…well…attempted to…because the second he tried to do so his head felt like it might explode or worse. So he laid back down coughing EVEN MORE. 

“FUcK- shit piss GAH-“ The pain did not ease as Tommy has caused it to rose up again, now Tommy was no weak boy, he could handle ANYTHING thrown at him…but right now…plot armour was not a thi- EHM he was just tired from that cool ass fight with the Jeff ass yes….

“Careful Theseus..” The deep voice from before said except now Tommy could add a face to it. The man before him was quite tall and looked like those strong alpha male haha funny funny bitches on tiktok you see nowadays. He had long bubblegum pink hair which had multiple braids that were held by small golden trinkets to keep them together. His eyes were white as a wall- WAIT IS THAT THE BLIND GUY FROM HIS CAFE- WAIT WAIT WAIT DID HE JUST CALL HIM THESEUS?! LIKE TECHNO?! WAITWAITWAIT-

While Tommy was internally having a meltdown Techno readjusted Tommy’s position so that his head would hurt less “There.” Techno mumbled to himself and when he got no reply only the sight of Tommy’s wide spooked out eyes he snorted with a smirk. 

Techno took the glass of water off of a desk in the corner, he brought it to the blond’s mouth who still surprisingly made no movement to drink so Techno with two fingers flicked him on his forehead.

“WAAH-“ Tommy yelled out of fuckin nowhere and Techno stumbled back a few inches in surprise “Heh-?! Why is the child screamin’-“ A chuckle was heard from the other side of bed and- FUCKIN WILBUR THE FUCK IS THIS- Tommy was going down another spiral of thoughts “Wilbur don’t laugh- why is the child screamin- Wilbuur-“ Techno groaned offened and so in one smart motion he threw the water from he glass at Wilbur. 

“WAAAH THE FUCK TECHNO-!!?” That bitch boy Wilbur yelled “THAT WATER WAS FOR THE GREMLIN!” Which was followed by a string of Tommy’s own curses “I AM NOT A FUCKING GREMLIN YOU SELF INTILTED BITCH AAAAAAAA WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING IN A ROOM WITH A BLIND MAAA- EUGHHHH.” Tommy started fucking coughing like he was dying “I- is he throwin’ up or coughin’ I can’t tell.” Techno stated looking at Wilbur for help.

“It’s your fault.” Wilbur huffed very much annoyed as he tried to get the water out of his hair with his hand “Haeh?! How is it my fau-“ Techno started the beginning of his rant ready to gaslight and manipulate Wilbur into taking the blame “Boys what the hell is going on here?” A man with blonde hair walked into the room of chaos, Tommy did not know who this man was he never met him in his entire life.

…

“Why is Wilbur wet.” The man looked at Techno in the eyes.

“Heh funny story Phil-“ Techno began but was cut off by a coughing, dying, asthma attacking helicopter Tommy “PHILZA THE FU- EUGHH- WHAT IS THI-“ Tommy cut off into a wheeze and a coughing match. 

The blond man’s face grew concerned quickly and he walked over to the boy with a glass of water- wait where did that come from “Come on drink Toms.” Well you didn’t have to tell the boy THAT twice, he drank the water like a dying man which he was very close to with the coughing fit that he was sporting.

After he drank the whole glass he coughed a bit “I wan’ mo’e.” Tommy demanded while still not being able to talk properly as his mouth was dry as shit and he was STILL tired. Wilbur looked at him and only grinned “What’s the magic word?~” The brunette dragged out his words “Eat shit and die.” Tommy looked at him with a dead pan look.

“Be nice Tommy.“ The man flicked his forehead…. “WUH-?!” Tommy let out a confused noise as he battered at Phil’s hands.

Tommy once more winced as his head now hurt like that one time when Tubbo threw a beehive at him-

“Why ‘m I he’e.” Tommy’s voice was sluggish and raspy despite the fast talking, well more so yelling that he showed earlier. Is the water making him sleepy? Nah that's bullshit he’s too big of a man for that.

Phil gave him another glass of water- huh when did he go and get it? Even through his questioning Tommy took the glass of water and chugged it down “Oi slow down you little shit.” Phil laughed as he put his hand lightly on Tommy’s throat to help him in case he choked because well Tommy was drinking water while laying. 

After he drank the water Tommy felt even more sluggish and tired than before. “Well Toms you hurt yourself when you fell, I suspect that you broke your head so we took care of that.” Phil smiled at him sweetly as he brushed a finger up and down his cheek. 

“Bleugh- stawwp.” Tommy swatted at the fingers but his hands were quickly stopped “Mgh.” Tommy grunted “Don’t worry Tommy wommy you won’t die.” Wilbur said in the most annoying voice as he held Tommy’s hand on his cheek.

…ew psycho much?

Tommy wanted to slap that motherfucker which he tried but it only ended up as him sluggishly and messily smothering his hand against the guy’s face “Ughh, I ‘ate you bishh boy you  so ug’yy and stoopid.” Tommy slurred and he honestly wanted to turn to his side so that he could face that motherfucker with his back but alas his head was a crinckly cracky and he couldn’t move much….wait how the fuck was he going to piss- oh for fucks sake that…is going to be the MOST emberrassing thing to ask help with especially since he cant hold his head up or so he assumes because not like he could even sit up….

“Is the demon already fallin’ asleep?” Techno asked “Nu uh! I j’st ‘oke up……I no ‘wan sleep!!” Tommy angrily much like a toddler wined in the dark room which his eyes have long adjusted to…somehow…well- the little torches on the walls helped sure….

“Oh hush sweetling, you need rest if you want to recover.” Phil kissed him on the forehead which Tommy was NOT happy about! Not at all! 

“Awww loook he’s poutinng.” Wilbur cooed annoyingly. Disgusting motherfucker. 

But alas Tommy went to sleep because HE was tired not by the fucker’s  words!

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Tommy was hungry. That’s the very first thing he noticed when he woke up once more. What he also noticed was that Phil SOMEHOW knew and was hovering above the bed with a chicken soup in his hand. 

Tommy looked up at him “Nu uh”

Phil gave him a deadpan look as he raised an eyebrow “What’d you mean nu uh?” His brows furrowed as Tommy stubbornly denied the food, despite his mantra ‘free food is free food I don't care if I die’ he was going to survive and be in dept to these guys probably, even if they were fun to talk to and hang out with.

“Toms hun you need to eat.” Phil said with a sweet voice one that would inevitably at some point break Tommy but the boy was stubborn “Stop callin me nicknames ‘m not five.” The blond murmured “Well you act like it.” Phil raised an eyebrow as he stared into the boy’s blue eyes with his icy blue ones.

Tommy gasped, offended and said “I do not!” The man smirked, now clearly  having him where he wanted him to be “Then eat this soup.” Goddamnit. So much for defending his pride. 

Phil smiled and brought the spoon full with soup as the boy had a few pillows under his head so he was at least laying in a more not-laying position so he wouldn’t choke, to his mouth. 

“I can feed mys- agheshsns.” Phil shoved the spoon into Tommy’s mouth with a smile that you could so easily read as ‘Don’t test me or I will force feed you to eat so much food that there will be tears running down your eyes as you eat’ so Tommy shut his mouth u…well not literally because you know he had to eat- 

By the time that Techno finally fucking returned and FINALLY chased Wilbur out of the corner of the room so that he would stop staring at Tommy like a creep! Tommy was done eating Tommy thought Techno was his savior for a second but no. He made Eilbur fucking lay on the bed? It was too big for a bed and he barely could even feel the magress under all the blankets and pillows and was that a fucking feather ?! Anyway that fucker was clinging to Tommy like a goddamn lifeline and it made the blonde annoyed.

“Go ‘waaayyyy!” Tommy swatted at him whining like a small motherfucking child because oh my god ofcourse Tommy had to be the ‘kid sick’ type of person which gave Wilbur even more of a reason to fucking coo at him and fuckin- IS THAT MOTHERFUCKER SQUEEZING HIS CHEEKS?! NU UHH TOMMY IS NOT HAVING IT. 

Tommy bit his hand “WAAAAH DADZA HE BIT ME!” Wilbur whined “THE ASS WAS SQUEEZING MY CHEEKS.” Tommy yelled back “EXECUTION!” Tommy yelled rasing both his arms up which- “AAAAAH OWWW MY HEAAD HOW THOSE ARE MY ARMS NOT MY FUCKIN HEAD?!” Tommy angrily yelled as Phil sighed wondering why the ever loving fuck he would choose this satan from he-

 EHM Phil sighned walking over to Tommy putting his hands down “Stop fighting you two or I’m turning off the WiFi and you won’t be able to fight on twitter. 

Three gasps fell over the room.

“NOOO YOU CAN'T!”

“MOTHERFU-“ A hand was shoved into Tommy’s mouth. “HMPH!”

“How dare you Phil, why would you make me suffer in such a way for these two’s stupid ideas.” 

More gasps filled the room (two)

“IM NOT STUPID!”

“I’ll eat your organs…” 

….

“Tommy what the fuck-“ Wilbur scooted away from Tommy a bit “Tis how we do it on the streets-“ “No you don’t-“ Wilbur retorts “Pfft how would YOU know huhh?!” Tommy rolled his eyes “Cos I was homeless before Phil ‘adopted’ me.” …..”I’m stealing the adoption papers.” Tommy retorted “Wha-you cant!” Wilbur was beyond baffled as Techno was chuckling by the door and Phil just shook his head- WAIT WHERE THE FUCK DID THE BOWL DISSAPEAR- 

“Ughh” Tommy huffed annoyedly rubbing at his eyes. “Does your head hurt again?” Phil asked, concerned, as he put both his hands on Tommy’s head “Uh huh.” Phil sighed “You ‘ought to stop fighting with everything kit you’re gonna make your headache worse.” Techno remarked ever-oH sO smArtLy bEcauSe heS sUch a SmArtIe paanTieS.

“Sleep time for you big baby boyy.” Wilbur teased again and Phil hummed “Yes you need rest To-“ but was cut off with a sharp annoyed and embarrassed hiss “I need to piss..” Tommy looked like he wanted to kill himself right then and there. 

Phil sighned “Come on then.” 

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Tommy… was beyond embarrassed to say. All that he wished for at the moment was to cease to exist FOREVER, having Phil help him piss was the most humiliating and HORRID thing he ever had happen to him. Hell he met the man like what…today?? Yesterday??? He can’t even remember because his memory is so fucked uo from the stupid ass fucken fever. But alas it’s not like he could do it himself since he can’t even hold his goddamn head up. Ugh…this was the worst shit ass thing ever! He just wants some fucken candy but according to Phil ‘ItS nOt GoOd tO eAt SoOoOOo mUcH suGar WhEn YOu aRe sIck aNd YadAyAdA Beugh.’ Honestly Tommy could care less but there is literally nothing he can do in this fucked up stupid ass situation.

Tommy as of now has his face hidden under the duvet…was it duvet? covers the moment Phil placed him back in the very weirdly shaped bed for Tommy still cannot see in the weird ass fuckin dark ass room with so many fuckin blankets in the stupid ass fuck-

Phil sighned “To-“ “Fuck off.” Tommy mumbled from under the covers, his face is redder than a tomato “Wow, this is what I get for helping you? Little shit.” Phil laughed, his voice holding an amused tilt. Tommy only sank deeper under the covers. Wait is that a fuckin fluffy blanket under there the heck? Why does this bed have so many fu- “You will never mention this to anyone…EVER…in fuckin fact just fuckin forget about this shit.” Tommy mumbled out still managing to somehow yell, his head pounding as he tore his mind away from this very weird room or well tried to as he you know…kind of was residing here now.

Phil chuckled his voice holding a kettle like wheeze to it almost as if he was holding back a huge amount of unstoppable laughter “Yes yes I promise.” staring at the blond with a weirdly shaped sweet smile which made said blond scrunch up his nose and in his Tommy instinct way when he felt like someone or something was attacking him personally, he threw something from the weird ass bed at Phil “Wh- hey!” Phil stutters as the thing hits him square in the face with a little clang sound to it.

Phil signs yet again for the millionth time that day and puts the thing back on the bed? And sits down next to the laying Tommy. Which to be fair looks like a total dad sitting pose and Tommy wants to hit him for how it’s making his heart pang with pain.

“What.” Tommy glared at well…infront of himself (the wall) because he couldn’t really turn his head to his left where Phil was sitting now could he? “What, what?” Phil asked innocently, smiling with such a lilt to hos tone that made Tommy furious. As Phil started to go through the blond’s hair with his hand smoothing out any tangled bits- WAIT WAS THAT A FUCKIN BONE IN HIS HAIR HOLD ON-

Tommy scoffed, “Stop touching my beautiful hair, you'll mess up the elegance and the prime royalty of it.” Tommy mocked someone’s voice which…sounded like Techno’s “Don’t mock your br- friends.” Phil chuckled, slightly fumbling with his words but Tommy brushed it off. After all Phil was quite the old bone in the hay.

“And besides you should really re-“ “NOoooOoOoOo!” Tommy whined interrupting Phil in his very slow and calm start of a bribe “‘m no-“ Tommy began yelling or as much as he could with his overly raspy voice but Phil interrupted him putting a hand over his mouth. Which ew. How dare that fucker.

“Yes you will.” Phil looked into Tommy’s eyes right into his soul. The blond felt a tremor running through his body ‘Nah this bitch ain’t gonna force me to fuckin sleep’ and so with that Tommy licked Phil’s hand. Like a true genius really.

“Wha- eugh- Theseus-“ Phil grumbled his nose scrunching up in slight disgust but alas his hand didn’t move away. What a terrible shame really, for Tommy was now the disgusted one as he felt a slight tinge of metal on his tongue ew.

“MMMMHMMMMHHHHHHHM-!!!” Tommy attempted to yell through Phil’s alarmingly cold hand but then…out of a magical whoa whoa whaaa moment he realized that he had fuckin hands! So surprising!! So Tommy grabbed Phil’s hand wanting to push it away but as quickly as he grabbed the hand he retracted his own.

Tommy squeaked from how cold it was, like ice but more cold “mmmgHHF?!” Phil signed. Okay so logically he knew it was cold he could feel it on the skin of his mouth but like…he had sensitive hands okay?! Even though it was a fuckin miracle of how he could even feel anything with his hands that were burnt on an almost daily basis by the stupid ass motherfuckin coffee machinr that should just fucken die-

“Toms, please…you need rest.” The old grampa said with a calm voice but that did not deter the grrrrreat amaaazing Tommy! “Hmph.” Tommy honest to god pouted “Who knew that you’d act like a spoiled toddler when sick.” And as if that single sentence that Phil said reminded Tommy’s body that he was sick he sneezed. Phil pulled his hand away “Okay I can deal with salvia but I refuse to have your nose mucus on my hand.” Tommy gasped in fale offense (he took the full offense tho) “It was a dry sneeze you old man!”

Phil rolled his eyes at the comeback. Then for a few seconds it was silent…”Where did Techno and Wilbur go?” The question took Phil a bit off guard but he regained his footing quickly and smiled “They went to grab some food as you’ll be here for quite a while and so will we.” The words were spoken softly and with a slight chuckle.

“Hm.” Tommy didn’t think that he would be able to reply without his voice cracking or wavering if he opened his mouth. He felt guilty…guilty that he is making the three of them worry, guilty that all three of them have to take care of him and abandon their lives, heck probably even their jobs! Tommy doesn’t understand but he wants to. He wants to know why they would abandon their lives for a..nobody like Tommy? For a burden like him…

While Tommy was having his little spiral, Phil got up fully on the weird ass bed and sat next to him pulling Tommy in such a position so that his head would be on his stomach “Rest, you’ll need it when your head heals enough.” Phil mumbled as he went to play with his curls again. Prime! What did this old geezer have with his hair! “Why? The fuck does that mean?!” But all the old geezer did was chuckle “I’m not gonna.” Tommy pouted truly like a child and coughed “No?” Phil asked with an amused lilt to his tone.

Tommy wanted to shake his head before he remembered that he couldn’t “Nop.” Phil hummed “Then I’ll guess we’ll have to wait for those two to return hm?” His tone sounded sweet, almost sarcastic or mocking. Tommy hummed his agreement and stared in the darkness at the ceiling.

“Phil?”

“Hm?”

“Why’s it so dark in here?” Tommy asked, sniffing the mucus in his nose back in.

“So that your head won’t hurt any further from some unnecessary light.” Phil cardled Tommy’s hair never once pulling at it, the motion was smooth and perfect in its nature, almost hypnotizingly slow.

“Hm.” The blond hummed the noise coming out distant and tired.

“Tubbo ‘s gunna be worried..” The words come out mumbled and sluggish. A chuckle from above his head keeps him awake “Don’t you worry about your friend.” His hair gets kissed, it feels so warm…and distant…

“You need to gather your strength for the turning my little fledgling.” The voice murmurs as it is barely registered by the sleepy boy, perhaps it is for the better.

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“Wil-bah do you do drugs?” Tommy asked out of nowhere as he stared at the ceiling…once again.

“W-What?!” The brunette stuttered, “What gave you that idea?!” he spluttered voice out of breath.

“Simply, you look like you do drugs…probably sell them to people in a weird ass van or something..” Tommy thoughtfully explained coughing only a normal amount in his still sick state. The fucking warm blankets didn’t make things any better making him sick sleepy.

“I do not!” Wilbur defended himself as he was basically gripping his beloved guitar in his hands “The guitar is probably your accomplice too…” Tommy thoughtfully added on to his theory “What- Karen is an inanimate object!” Wilbur…was failing to defend himself somehow in this very stupid situation “Why the fuck did you give your guitar a name a Karen nonetheless! This truly speaks volumes of you WilBAH..” Wilbur gaped like a fish at Tommy, struck in shock and wordless.

“Wha- what is wrong with y-“

“Give me another tissue bitch.” Tommy demanded instead. He wasn't about to spill his whole life problems to this guy nu uh nay like what kind of dumb bitch would…only a blond…wait Tommy is blond-

“Fine but don't blow your nose so that it sounds like you’re blowing your brains out.” Wilbur huffed passing him a few tissues “Whatever drug man..” Tommy shrugged—as well as he could in his state and grabbed the tissue “I AM NOT-“

“Wilbur Phil is calling, we have to prepare for the….uh thing…you know..with the…people and uh….yeah..” A man of words the great Technoblade came in but his words were of no great man they were of a mere peasan- “And Theseus, please do stop watching the cliché royal serial at such ungodly hours. Some of us actually are trying to read and have peace and want to not hear a child scream for someone to get executed even if the thought would be quite entertaining to see.” Tommy threw a pillow at the fucker who ofcourse caught it.

“Shut up you stinky inky dog!” And Techno took that personally “Listen here you little-“

“Girls, girls you’re both pretty, can we move on now?” Wilbur snicker and honest to fuckin hell if Tommy could he’d bite the motherfucker “I hope your fucken pillows are warm from both sides at night.”

“Children please do keep it down.” Techno then proceeded to pat both of them on the head-“OW WHAT THE FUCK!!!” “Woops forgot.” Tommy just stared at the wall with a ‘what the fuck is wrong with you techno’ look as his STUPID ASS HEAD was stuck in said position.

“Get me food yer unworthy servants-“ At that Eilbur walked backwards not before making a kissing motion “Bye Timmy I loooveee you soooo muuuchhh you little cutee smoochie honeycomb darlin kiss kiss princess.” Tommy blinked for a few seconds at the wall.

…

“WILBUR FUCKIN SOOT WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WIT-“ he broke out into a coughing fit “WITH YOU BBUIIIIIIITCHHH.” He was practically keeling over and dying with his coughing…well except the keeling over part cos…imobillity….

“Aww be nice Tommy wommy.” Techno snickered “Both of you should die.” Tommy hissed “I’ll bite you.” Techno smiled sweetly “Bet.” A dark look crossed over Techno’s face and he came closer- “PHIIIILLLLLL YOUR SON IS TTYNNA KILL ME AAAAAAAA MOTHER HOLY SWEET JESUS FUCKING CHRIST ON A GLITTER STICK-“ Techno basically suffocated Tommy as he three the pillow back on Tommy “I’m INJURED YOU FUCKER-!!”

“Oh shush you spoiled princess-“

“Ew you stiiinkkk-“

“‘cuse me?”

“UwU”

“Tommy what the fuck-“

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I’ll post a chapter either today or tomorrow!! So sorry I have been busy I just got into my highschool and erm I got a date first day I met the guy um I agreed bcs am a people pleaser and pressure n shit…ehm..I had a panic attack n my chest hurts the whole day :,)) well…I hope I can explain it to him well :,)) I’ll try to post every 2 or 3 weeks!!

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Tommy was resting in the weirdly shaped ass bed…It seemed to be his new life these past few weeks. Always resting and healing yet never able to do any physical activities, safe for video games. 

So sue him that he was bored out of his mind! The ceiling caught his interest and he was attempting to pick up any imperfections on it for the past few days. However, it always looked the same. Never changing and never ending.

Who knew that not having one of those three fuckers around would be so boring? And- And- its not like Tommy fucking missed them or anything! He just…eugh it didn’t really matter…

Tommy was very very very  bored…

And when Tommy gets bored things tend to escalate for the worse…

And that’s exactly how the weird-looking probably expensive ancient vase in the corner of the room ended up broken when he hit it with a pillow. Who’s bright idea was to put a goddamn vase in the bedroom? Probably Wilbur’s he sucks ass at decor.

He assumed the vase looked weird and suspicious in the dark!! it's not like he could see much..what if it was a serial killer or something.

Listen man, that pillow was a bit more tough than he expected it to be.

He was not sure how nobody heard it shatter. Because it was quite loud. It had been a while since it got shattered, making a loud noise when the porcelain got absolutely smashed by the pillow yet nobody was rushing in. But nobody was here. 

Weird..

Maybe they weren’t here? Maybe went for a shopping trip? Yes, yes leave their guests alone in their manor with all of their precious valuables. Oh the money for pawning off most of these—

Caw…

Tommy startled, hissing at the pain in his head when he sat up too quickly at the noise. It had been almost three months of his head healing so he was able to move his head up and around by a shit ton more. He was even able to walk around- well more so to the bathroom and that’s it but it still counts.

They didn’t need to know that though..

The soft call of a crow was heard and shortly after it was followed by a series of rapid pecking on the window.

..wait this room doesn’t have any windows though…?

Tommy’s mind blue screened at that thought. He lay there still as a statue,barely breathing. Because how in the fucking hell would a crow get in here of all places.

He was brought back out of his mind by a crow sitting down on his chest. He froze and then down right screamed. In a very manly manner might he add.

What.the.absolute.fuck.

 Just as quickly as the crow arrived, it left as soon as it dropped a little bone on top of Tommy’s chest. The blond was baffled to say the least. The crow— how did it get in—?

The boy’s breathing quickened as he saw the little, what he guessed to be, animal bone…he always hoped that those bones he received were just from an animal—he wouldn’t be able to stomach anything else. For whatever reason he stored it in his pajama’s pocket. 

“Tommy what happened?” Phil came with a quick step through the door. He was instantly by his side cupping his cheeks as if the blond was a toddler. 

Tommy, unfortunately, got used to this after the last few weeks. That however, didn’t mean that he was fine with it or wasn’t annoyed by it. Weren’t they supposed to be gone-? It was so quiet just a few moments ago. Or at the very least Tommy thought they were- since you know- nobody came rushing up when he broke a vase. 

“Nothing.” Tommy attempted to lie. Which didn’t work. It was a very painfully obvious lie from how he looked away trying to focus on anything else than the direction from which Phil’s voice was coming from in the gloomy room.

Phil raised an eyebrow up at him. Tommy assumed he did so anyway.

…”um..”

“Um?” 

“Fuck you- I accidentally broke the vase thing okay?!-“

“That pillow speaks otherwise.” 

“Pillows can’t speak.”

Tommy stared at Phil with a deadpan look. It's really funny how your vision gets better after weeks of being just in total darkness.

That or Tommy has gone completely blind AND mental.

“Right. I’ll have Wilbur clean the vase shards later.” Phil sighed. Tommy rolled his eyes as his head was propped on the wall.

Phil then left. Weird. Which okay him leaving in on itself was not weird but the fact he wasn’t all mushy wushy was. Tommy pursed his lips and decided at that moment that he’s going to play detective and get to the bottom of it.

The isolation and no light was not doing him any good.

Sighing he swung his legs over the edge of the bed. His bare feet met the plush of a carpet. 

“They got carpeted floors, really?” He scoffed and under his breath muttered something akin to ‘rich entitled fuckers’. As soon as he was standing his arms reached out in case he bumped into anything in the darkness.

Thankfully he made it safely to the door without catching his bare feet on the vase’s shards. Even as one went missing. 

Tommy always trusted his gut. And his gut was telling him to see why the manor was so quiet this morning.

He grasped the doorknob and slowly opened the door. He was immediately flashed by the light of the hallway, he had to close his eyes because they stung from the attack. Turns out that weeks of being only in the dark does not do well with exposure therapy to light.

The light that he missed so much is basically scorching his poor eyeballs. No matter the dramatics he basks in the light with closed eyes.

It reminds him of home, of his treehouse perched on the highest of branches. Of his parents whose faces he can’t recall anymore.

The government which took them away from him. A society so corrupt that they started making these monsters. And look where that got them.

Humanity wanted immortality but instead they received  blood sucking demons. Because the Goddess of Death does not approve of mortals yearning for more than they deserve. 

And innocent people get hurt from the punishment which the government tries to so feebly fix when their actions earned them hell on earth.

The sunshine tickles his skin even just through a few windows. Tommy waits for his eyes to not hurt.

However, Tommy is not patient so he does eventually open his eyes and deal with the pain by squinting his eyes the whole time. 

As he walks along the ancient looking hallways his steps are measured. He hangs close by the wall as if he were to topple over for…whatever nonsensical  reason.

It just feels right, familiar. Like some distant memory which was ripped from his brain that he can’t quite recover.

His steps are quiet and so is the manor. Like when Death comes down to take something away from humans.

His body crouches down and he leans close to the walls as the walls breathe.

The walls breathe.

The walls—

He’s back there—with white walls that breathe, with floors that are always stained red and with..with them. His feet hurt as he runs along the walls, the blood on them staining the floors red once more. The walls breathe and he can’t find an escape. He's going to die- he’s going to- “KRAKEN-076!”

The blond shakily walks further, trying to find anyone who will save him from his own mind. If Tubbo were here none of this would have happened. A voice not his own supplies in his mind. 

And it's right, for once Tommy feels true fear as he walks on a carpeted floor with walls full of textured paper, those walls hold more than they should and as Tommy turns a corner he freezes dead in his tracks. 

Tommy holds his breath as he clings to the still walls which do not breathe or move. His chest heaves as his sharp c̶l̶a̶—-nails scratch the wallpaper. He closes his eyes, wanting to forget—if he could just forget what he saw. It’s like he’s back there again back—

His breathing rapidly quickens as his mind repeats over and over the same and one thing in hopes of what he saw not being real. He’s in the manor he’s safe—He’s safe he’s—

Then why is there a person with blood as red as crimson leaking out under them on the ground with Techno standing over them with a sword stained the very same crimson that the person is bathed under.