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Chapter One: One of Three

Tommy isn’t sure how long he has been here in the land of never-ending night, all he knows is every now and again he hears the sirens from the nuke going off. He remembers how it was programmed to hit the prison, to hit him. He remembers the panicked begging to know what was about to happen. He remembers dying for the fourth time. What surprised him though was when he woke up in the middle of an isolated town in the middle of the woods.
The town was nice but every single person had the exact same things, mostly being a commune, a town designed to be deprived of envy while forever shrouded in night. Whenever he would ask how he got there the other villagers couldn’t answer him, and whenever he asked how they got there, they would simply say “I think I died.”

Soon after he arrived a ball of dark green light appeared in front of him before leaving again in a flash, leaving a note in its place that simply said ‘The Lady of the Land has summoned you.’ Confused, he asked a villager what it meant, and instead of receiving a verbal answer, they pointed to a dark oak door that had a stone brick arch around it. There was no house attached to it and when he tried opening it before it simply showed the forest behind it so with a fair bit of scepticism Tommy opened the door, only to be greeted with a view of a mansion. Walking through the door Tommy marvelled at the house, the familiarity to Tubbo’s mansion in Snowchester tugging at his heartstrings.

Walking along the gravel path, he tried pushing down the memories and the emotions they brought up to knock on the front doors, but when he did finally reach them he realised how big they were, with each door being twice the usual size, with it being two blocks wide and four blocks tall. Reaching a slightly shaky hand up Tommy knocked twice on one of the doors, and almost instantly the door opened.

“Welcome,” a feminine voice greeted him, at first he thought it was two voices only for him to see only one figure “You must be the new resident, I am the Lady of the Land Evaline, the demon who watches over this place.”

Lady Evaline looked almost identical to Badboyhalo, with her green colour scheme, Edwardian style dress, glowing green streak in her hair and ever so slightly different horns setting her apart from him. The familiarity gave him a small sense of comfort regardless, only for it to go away when he spotted familiar-looking red vines coming out of and wrapped around her waist.
“Ah, do not worry,” she spoke softly, the sound of two voices remained “They/I am harmless.”
“W-what do you mean?”
“We mean you no harm, I/she is just acting as a containment for them/me,” It was then Tommy realised what the two voices were, one was Lady Evaline while the other was the vines themselves “Please, come inside, we would like to explain to you why you are here.”

Tommy learned that he had died, and due to how he lived his life was sent to the plane of the Envious, where souls who lead lives full of Envy but either never truly sinned or redeemed themselves in the eyes of the Gods were sent to spend their afterlives instead of in Limbo, ‘Heaven’ or in the ‘eternal prison’ as Lady Evaline put it. Due to the nature of his first permanent death, the Gods were originally unsure of where to put him, and they placed Limbo to act as a waiting room until they were ready only for Tommy to be brought back to Life, so when he died once again but this time after sacrificing himself he was deemed worthy of mercy.
When he asked what Envy led him to this place, he was reminded of how he felt about Tubbo spending time with Ranboo or working instead of him, Phil caring for his older brothers instead of him, and how he was always wishing for attention to be on him.

With a heavy heart and a mind full of flashing memories that led him to this point, he was kindly walked back to the door to the village by Lady Evaline.
“Now, I will likely summon you again if there are any developments in your case, but for now I suggest you get settled into your life here. Good luck Tommy,” and with those parting words from Lady Evaline, back through the dark oak door he went.

When he was summoned once again to the Manor of the Lady of the Land, he was shocked to see two figures on either side of the demon, one being a man wearing a skeleton mask in a purple and blue outfit and the other being his mother, in a long black dress with a hat to match. He remembers crying in his mother's arms before being asked “Would you like to leave?”

Of course, he said yes, he missed his family, he missed his friends, hell he even missed Jack fucking Manifold. So he was informed to take hold of the skeleton man’s arm, Missa was apparently his name, and then white took over his vision. When he regained sight he was in the middle of a mesa biome, before he could ask what they were doing there he saw Missa approach a group of people.

As Missa approached he was spotted by a man. This man had brown hair with a white streak in it (‘That’s my fucking brand,’ Tommy joked to himself) and goggles, and an outfit that looked way too hot for the biome they were in.
“Oh! Hola!” the strange man said.
“Ey!” Missa called back and Tommy spotted a very familiar-looking blonde head perk up (‘No,’ Tommy thought, ‘That’s not Phil, Phil has wings’), “It’s me!”
Tommy heard more chatter as he slowly approached his group before his suspicion was confirmed.
“Phil!”
“Missa, where the fuck have you been?!”
“Oh, this is your husband, right?” the white streak guy spoke up again.
“Yes!”
“Oh, I’ve never met him, this is my first time,” Tommy could hear his dad Phil laugh at that while he climbed up the mountain.
“I can explain, I’m in a bit of a rush so I am here to help you guys for the day plus drop off a gift for you, then I gotta go when the sun sets.”
“What?!”
“I know, I can explain later but for now, oh wait where is he,” Missa turned around in time to see Tommy reach the top of the mountain they were on “There he is, look who Kirsty and I found!”
“What are you-... Tommy?”
“... Hi-” Tommy was cut off by Phil crashing into him, the shorter man embracing Tommy in a hug.
“Oh my Gods, I thought we lost you!” Phil was shaking.
“P-Phil what’s wrong?” Tommy asked, arms frozen where they were not sure if he should hug back or not.
“Tommy, you’ve been missing for over a year!”
“... Oh… I’m sor-”
“No, no, don’t apologise just… Oh I’m so glad you’re safe,” Tommy could feel every image of Phil he had before this moment started to crack when he realised Phil was crying. So he decided to indulge himself a little and hug Phil back.
“Y-Yeah, I’m here.”
“H-Hey, Phil I’m sorry but we need to get a move on if we want to save the others,” Tommy proceeded to flip the white streak guy off “Hey! What the fuck man?!”

After a bit more hugging, Phil pulled away from the hug first, Tommy also let go despite how much his brain was yelling to not let go. Instead, Phil led him, Missa and a guy named Felps to the river that connected to the sea and out of his inventory he placed a boat, but it wasn’t like the boats Tommy had seen before, this one didn’t use oars to move! The way the boat ended up with Phil and Missa in the front, with Felps and Tommy in the back, and for the entire ride, Felps looked awkward as he felt, internally cursing himself for intruding on the moment between the family of three.

“Oh and Missa, just so you are aware while you were gone a new kid joined us-” Phil had started to explain.
“Wait, what do you mean a new kid?” Tommy interrupted, causing a look of ‘Oh shit’ to go across Phil’s face.
“Oh right, so Tommy on this server, you are now an older brother…” Phil trailed off, bracing himself for Tommy’s reaction.
“... WHAT THE FUCK?!”
Felps really wished he didn’t get in the boat with these guys.

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Chapter Two: Even more reunions

The conversation continued as they kept boating, getting out to walk when they realised the river was leading them away from the co-ords Phil was saying they needed to go to, travelling across the mesa, into a plains biome and into an ocean, at some point they lost Felps but as they went past stoney shores Phil explained to Missa and Tommy what was going on with the server.
Tommy was glad Felps had left their group, as it meant no one could see when his whole body froze when he heard the words ‘election’ and ‘President,’ the sound of fireworks and TNT echoing in his brain. But what caused a worse reaction was when Phil, in the midst of getting Missa up to speed said-
“Most of the kids are on one life now,” this made Tommy stop walking, fear and dread overtaking his body.
“W-What do you mean one life?” As soon as the words passed Tommy’s lips, Phil realised he fucked up so turned back to Tommy and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.
“Oh shit, okay so it’s nothing bad! We have the ability to pick people back up when they get downed, so indeed of them just dying to something instantly we have a chance to save them, and they have gone months with only dying once, there is nothing to worry about because we are keeping them safe. There is also no need to worry about us because we have infinite lives here,” Phil calmly explained “Okay?”
“Okay,” Tommy’s voice came out choked up, Phil softly shushed Tommy while wiping away the tears from Tommy’s eyes.
“We’re gonna be okay, are you good to keep walking or want to take a rest for a bit?”
“I’m good, let’s go.”

Eventually, they stopped travelling across the ocean because of a message Phil and Missa got on their communicators (All three took a mental note to get Tommy one later) saying someone had reached where they needed to go, and that people needed to be geared up just in case. Phil parked the boat at the nearest shoreline and put it back in his inventory.
“Missa, do you have the waystone for spawn?”
“Of course- I don’t.”
“Okay, can you go to ‘Phil & Missa’?”
“I think so yes,” out of his inventory Phil pulled out a carved stone pillar that was engraved with runes that gave off a white glow.
“Okay, go to ‘Phil & Missa’ using that.”
“Yeah yeah yeah, ‘Phil & Missa’,” Missa nodded and touched the stone pillar, but before Missa disappeared, Tommy heard him whisper “As it should-”
“Okay, now Tommy, you don’t have any of the waystones unlocked so you will be using this one instead,” It was obvious that Phil had heard because he laughed as he broke the original stone pillar and instead placed a hollowed out version that had glowing red runes in a tight line on the top and bottom “If you click on this and say ‘Spawn’ you will go to the main area, just wait there and while I quickly go to Missa to show him where to go, okay?”
“Okay,” Tommy hesitantly did what Phil had instructed and found himself, in a white concrete and quartz room, that had some sort of glass for the floor. While he sat patiently he briefly saw a guy with a long blonde braid speaking to himself in a language he didn’t understand go up to a pillar similar to the one he had just gone through, but with light blue runes. Focusing on staying in the corner so the stranger wouldn’t spot him, he was slightly spooked when he heard the familiar sound of a water bucket clutch before the stranger disappeared, followed by Phil and Missa walking into the room.
“Damn, I was about to punch him in the back of the head before he went,” Phil laughed at his own joke (Tommy thinks it was a joke) “Okay guys, so let’s see what they’ve named it,” Phil placed a hand on the pillar and his eyes started to glow like the runes “That’s fitting, guys when you touch this say ‘The event is here.’”

As Phil said the words he vanished, with Missa and Tommy hastily following after him. When Tommy got his bearings again he saw the long braid guy again, but now Tommy could see his front- Oh fuck it’s the President. In his slight panic Tommy didn’t hear what was said, but saw a new person arrive who seemed to greet Missa happily and Missa responded happily back.
Noticing Tommy kinda just standing there awkwardly, he decided to bring him into the conversation.

“By the way, Roier, Forever- Oh and Maximus, this is my son Tommy, Missa brought him here with him,” hearing his name knocked Tommy out of his state of panic, to see the three new people looking at him, (‘Ah fuck,’ he thought, ‘I didn’t catch their names.’)
“Um, yeah, hello-”
“Tommy!” A familiar voice interrupted him, a body crashing into his side before he was picked up in a hug.
“Holy shit- FOOLISH?!” The totem’s bright smile brought Tommy a familiar comfort before he hugged him back “Hey man!”
“Holy fuck Tommy, where have you been?!”
“Couldn’t fucking tell you dude, have I really been gone for a year?”
“Yeah dude, oh shit wait hold on, a line has formed,” Tommy was placed down carefully by Foolish, and before he could reply to him another familiar voice interrupted.
“Hey Tommy!” and next to Tommy stood a face he hadn’t seen since he left SMPEarth.
“CHARLIE!”

After a while, the white streak guy (Cellbit is his name, at least Tommy thinks it is) was back and talking to Roier (who was apparently Foolish’s son?). Tommy also had a reunion with Quackity (Was weird to see his face without a scar) and Tommy met a lot of new people. Only for confusion to wash across the whole group when someone yelled.
“Trump?!” Trump was a little kid with a spinning propellor hat on, who stood under the blue archway they had been gathering around. While the rest went into a frenzy over the sudden appearance of the child, with someone saying ‘It’s a code, it’s a code’ (‘What the fuck does that mean?’ Tommy wondered), Phil took Tommy aside and quickly handed him a full set of diamond armour and weapons.
“Put this on and be ready,” Tommy as instructed but before he could question Phil a yell broke out again.
“It’s a code!” white streak guy’s yell made a flash of panic pass over Phil’s face, and with a faint ‘ah shit’ he dragged Tommy up to higher ground while a swarm of mobs Tommy had never seen before came out of the woods into the clearing. After two notifications went to the small groups’ communicators Phil equipped a giant scythe.
“Tommy, stay with these guys,” and then Phil jumped into the fight, rushing to where Missa was laying down on the floor, a giant blue humanoid bug following the older blonde.

What the fuck had he been brought into.

After nearly 10 minutes of fighting, helping people up from the ground when they were knocked down and keeping mobs back so people could loot the dead bodies they left behind, they group started to go away from the clearing and into the woods, the fighting split the group up a bit but Tommy eventually found his way back to Phil’s side. The pair then found Maximus again and he led them to where the others had gone, with Felps eventually joining them as well. They took a break to eat while the sun rose, illuminating the forest of stone, snow and spruce.

Suddenly Max and Felps disappeared, and before they could further question where they’d gone the blonde pair suddenly found themselves teleported, right atop Cellbit. After a few laughs they all stood up and Cellbit quickly explained that somewhere in here are the people they need to save.
They then followed the others through the polished blackstone walls, and stone brick floors, before they started to hear people yelling for help.
“I heard a woman! I heard a woman!” a bright blue haired lady called out, it was at this point Tommy realised that she was actually the only woman in the group of eighteen, making her excitement as she rushed towards the voices understandable, and as she turned a corner her excited smile grew “They’re in here!”

Sure enough, inside the room the blue lady ran into were nine people trapped behind a layer of ice, with their yells coming out of fist shaped holes. While Tommy looked around and tried not to think about how cold he was in his short sleeved shirt, he saw three more familiar faces.
“Tina!” Foolish cried out when he entered the room, bee lining for his old friend.
“Niki!” Phil cheered as he went to help his fellow syndicate member out of the ice.
“Tubbo!” Tommy yelled, running so fast he nearly slipped on the ice-y floor and into the ice separating him from his best friend.

After some work, all nine were out of their prisons of ice, and after those who knew each other before that day had a series of reunions, Quackity led them to a separate room that had a mini stage in it to do introductions, with each introduction from the new people ending with Quackity handing them their communicators (Quackity had a bag full of spare ones for some reason). After that was all wrapped up, and they had a chaotic exit to spawn after a badly timed joke from Quackity about how they had thirty seconds before the building exploded, and the new members were given a tour of the server by Cellbit. During the tour they met a kid named Richarlyson, who wore a yellow and green football jersey, Tubbo enjoyed bullying Badboyhalo (another person Tommy had a fun reunion with, in the form of shouting ‘Bitchboyhalo!’) before Tubbo pointed out the kid’s prosthetic leg. This led to Tommy and Richas comparing their prosthetics, as both needed one below their right knee to walk (a mixture of TNT burns and frostbite doesn’t put your leg in a great spot).

After hanging out with Richas and one of his Dads, Pac (the kid had like 6 Dads!) for a bit, Phil caught up with them (he had stayed behind to talk to Bad and the muscular bald guy, Fit).
“Tommy, Tubbo, come on I want to show you guys my place,” this resulted in the trio plus Fit, Pac and Bad going up a waterfall atop a giant stone wall. At the top, they found a fenced off area full of grass, flowers and trees. Before they could be shown the actual house though, next to the waystone (the stone pillar Tommy saw Missa use) appeared a new child.
The dapper looking kid, with a Tophat on, was fittingly named Dapper, and he was Bad’s son. After Dapper threatened Tubbo and Tommy’s life, Tubbo ended up bonding with him over talks of ‘wall street’ and ‘stocks’. They then had a moment of excitement when Phil showed them a camera, which was like the screenshot feature on their communicators but it would print them out, meaning they could actually frame them on their walls.

“Tallulah! Good morning!” Bad suddenly called out, and before Tommy could turn to see who this new person was, a girl with long curly black hair and purple pyjamas walked past him up to Phil. With a soft coo, Phil kneeled down, took her into his arms and stood back up.
“Hey mate, I’m sorry were we too loud?” Phil’s question was met with a tired nod “Aw, I’m sorry, don’t worry after a bit the others are gonna leave, we’re all just a bit excited. Speaking of excitement, there’s some people I’d like you to meet.”
After being placed back down on the ground, Tallulah took hold of one of Phil’s hands using the other to cover her mouth as she yawned, and Phil turned her around to face Tommy and Tubbo.
“Tallulah, this is Toby also known as Tubbo, he’s a bit of an inventor like Ramon, and this is Tommy, he is your older brother just like Chyanne,” Tommy hearing himself being called an older brother was weird “Toby, Tommy, this is my daughter Tallulah.”

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Chapter Three: Settling In

Tommy has been trained in many things. How to use a sword, how to shoot a bow, how to shoot a crossbow, how to make drugs, how to be the coolest person ever (self-taught he boasts) the list goes on and on. One thing he was never taught to do, however, was ‘How do you introduce yourself to a sibling you never heard about before today.’ And as niche a situation it was, he was in a staring contest with a little girl, who shared the same dad as him… Fuck this was weird.

“Ah, to explain the silence, Llulah is selectively mute so prefers to write or sign,” Phil explains, and then it clicks in Tommy’s mind, he can give a good first impression! And show her how he is awesome!
So with the lessons from… oh gods that was a while ago, that he had in sign he signed to his sister ‘Hello, nice to meet you.’
The way her eyes shined with excitement as a big smile grew on her face made him thank past him for actually paying attention back when he was taught. Even if it was mostly so they could talk without having to worry about people listening in mixed with the weird way he could only hear out of one ear, but that’s nothing to worry about. It’s normal shit.

Anyways, it’s when she smiles that Tommy notices the scar on her face, which very narrowly stops before it would have blinded her.
“Is there a story behind the scar?” he asks the pair across from him.
“What scar- Oh shit! How’d you get that kid?” Tubbo pitched in, and while it made Tallulah stop smiling and press closer to Phil’s side, the older blond formed a grimace.
“The kids disappeared for a day then instead of answering our questions, The Federation just went ‘Go to the adoption centre, your kids are there!’... Fuckers had them all in the attic of it, and both them and the kids don’t really talk about what happened.”
“Who’s the Federation?” Instead of answering Tubbo’s second question, Phil pointed with his left hand towards the giant white building with pillars and a domed roof.
“They run the island, and had us elect a President, they trapped us on the island, like to refuse to answer questions, and have the fuckass bear Cucarucho work for them. So if you get jumpscared by a talking white bear, that’s them.”

Breaking Phil out of his hate filled rant, Tallulah shook a maraca she seemed to have taken out of her inventory.
“Ah shit, sorry kid, what’s up?”
‘Can I get dressed then we show them around?’
“Sounds good to me, you guys up for a tour?” now if Tommy was being honest, he was tired as fuck, but he also wasn’t a bitch.
“Yeah, I’m down, Tubbo?”
“Fuck yeah, I want to see what you’ve been up to.”
“Yeah, but I suggest you guys put on some armour, especially you old man, your lack of armour is alarming,” Tommy said, gesturing to how he was the only one wearing armour, even with the small group that were talking among themselves behind them.
“Oh! Sorry mate forgot to tell you, if you go in your inventory there is a thing to hide your armour, look,” And slowly Phil’s armour revealed itself, a diamond chestplate, with a green helmet, leggings and boots (the texture reminded Tommy of slime), the whole set shining purple showing that the set was all enchanted.
‘That’d be useful in a war,’ Tommy thought, instinctively thinking of war tactics as he followed Phil’s instructions to hide his armour.
While Phil gave a light laugh at the shocked expressions on Tubbo and Tommy’s faces, Tallulah quickly walked past the pair, with Tommy turning around to see her open what looked like a mix between an iron trapdoor and a communicator screen and disappear into the ground below them.
“Is that how you get into your base?” Tubbo turned around to see what Tommy was referring to, his eyes suddenly shining with curiosity.
“No way! You guys have securitycraft here?” Tubbo walked over to the trapdoor with a bright smile on his face.
“Yeah, if you look at the blocks around it you can see they are also reinforced which helps keep them safe,” Phil walked over to point out how the grass closer to the trapdoor was darker than the rest.
“Nice!”
Tommy could only hope he didn’t look as confused and lost as he felt.

After a few minutes of Tubbo, Fit (he decided to join while Bad left with Dapper) and Phil talking about things he didn’t understand (he was too scared/proud to ask what they meant by backpack) Tallulah exited the trapdoor, dressed up with a hat that looked like a purple mushroom head, a dark green shirt, a purple cardigan, dark blue jeans with a pair of shoes that were once a bright yellow, but now had a few brown patches due to mud stains. With a shake of her maraca Phil turned to greet her with a smile.
“Welcome back, did Chayanne wake up?”
‘No, he’s still asleep,’
“Ah okay, that’s a shame, well we’ll save the inside for when he’s awake so he doesn’t want to kill us when he does wake up from the noise, so let’s get going to your garden Llulah.”

They started walking along the wall, a quick stop when Tubbo noticed some sort of contraption and was freaking over it a little. When they did start moving again they passed by Phil’s farms for crops, the sight of the potato farm pulling lightly on Tommy’s heartstrings, but before memories could start clouding his mind Phil handed Tubbo and him a giant leaf thing each, and said to hold onto both ends tightly, before he jumped off the wall. Panic rushed through Tommy’s body before he saw Phil was slowly floating down due to his leaf, gaining confidence when he saw Tallulah do the same thing.
Unfortunately for Tommy, when he tried, a few seconds later one of his hands unfortunately slipped, leaving him falling straight down to the floor. He prepared himself for the feeling of the fall damage and death (and hopefully respawn) he was about to experience, only to briefly feel the pain of hitting the ground but was instead on the floor, with his vision blurred, and a voice in his head saying ‘59, 58, 57, 56’ and so on, he could process someone else’s voice but not what they were saying, before his vision cleared and he found himself standing up again, with Fit and Phil on either side of him.
“Here, eat this, get your health back up,” Phil quickly shoved what looked to be slices of bread with green shit on it, running on autopilot Tommy ate it without any questions, relief filling his body as he felt himself gaining hearts back “Yeah we should look into getting you some feather falling boots, it’s a pretty big fall from the wall.”
“Stupid fucking leaf,” Tommy muttered under his breath, making Fit to give a short laugh.
“Yeah, fuck that leaf,” it was when Fit pat Tommy on the shoulder the blond finally spotted Fit’s robot arm… He wasn’t that blind, was he?
Feeling a hand tug on his arm, he finds himself being led by Tallulah to the garden, right past Tubbo whose shell shocked expression made Tommy concerned, luckily Phil also noticed and went to assure Tubbo Tommy was okay. Inside the garden, Tallulah didn’t let go, instead leading him to a small statue of a veiled woman, who it was a statue of was unknown to him but the delicately carved roses around her head were beautiful, the raised flower bed behind it adding to the flower theme. Before he could ask questions, Tallulah shoved forty orbs that glowed a dark blue-purple, with a strange symbol floating inside.
‘Offer these to the statue and ask for health,’ the young girl signed and still operating on autopilot he did as was told, gasping a little when he felt himself heal but with a check on his communicator to confirm he had fully healed, spotted a second full row of hearts, but before he could ask he was handed another forty ‘Ask for stamina this time.’
After doing the same but asking for stamina, he didn’t feel much of a difference, but trusted what the kid had told him to do.
“Ah, Tallulah’s introduced you to the statue,” Phil said as he walked up to the pair, Tubbo to his side and Fit a few steps behind them “Yeah it basically gives you more health and the stamina means you can use the leaves or paragliders for longer, so it’ll be harder for what just happened to repeat.”
“Huh… Yeah fuck that, I won’t need any extra hearts,” Tubbo boldly declared, causing Tallulah to raise one eyebrow with a doubtful expression.
‘Really? Are you sure about that?’ so young, yet so sassy.
“Yes! In Fact, I’m so sure, I’ll bet on it.”
‘What do you bet?’
“Winners choice.”
‘Deal,’ and with that Tallulah and Tubbo shook hands before the girl turned around and led them to a tunnel through The Wall.

The sight of what was in the tunnel made Tommy stop in place, frozen with awe at everything that he had never seen before. The archway and roof consisted of flowering leaves, what looked to be a brighter green grass on all 4 sides, with leafy vines growing down, gold glowing balls illuminating the tunnel, and giant four petal pink flowers that seemed to be dropping green spores into the tunnel. The walls consisted of what he thought was blackstone and stripped crimson logs, but as he looked closer were really black wooden planks and the stripped logs were really pink and purple stripes instead of the magenta colour from crimson logs. And along the edges of the tunnel were flowers, some familiar while most were one’s he’d never seen before in his life. Unfortunately for Tommy, it was in the comfort that his concentration on hiding how tired he was slipped, and he let out a yawn.
“Hey mate, you okay?” Phil asked, instantly spotting the yawn.
“Yeah just… Y’know, yawning for fun,” Tommy lied as smooth as sandpaper.
“Tommy, if you are tired it’s okay to say so.”
“... Might be.”
“Okay, you guys go ahead, Fit and Tallulah can give you the start of the tour Tubbo, I’ll meet you at the ‘Free Shit factory’,” Fit and Tallulah nodded in acknowledgement, guiding Tubbo to the end of the tunnel “Do you still have the warp stone Bad gave you guys earlier Tom?”
“Yeah,” Tommy held out the glowing purple stone to prove he hadn’t lost it already.
“Cool, say ‘Phil & Missa’ into it,” the pair whispered the three words then appeared back atop the wall “Okay, it takes a while to update the code things so I’ll open the doors for you, and help you quickly set up a bed then I’ll go back to the others, you go down first.”
Phil held the trapdoor open while Tommy climbed down the ladder to a futuristic looking iron door.
“Okay, this is gonna be a little awkward, here,” still holding onto the ladder Phil held the door open for Tommy, revealing a small hallway and a second door, after Tommy went through Phil followed and slid past to go through the second door first holding that one open for Tommy next.
Inside it looked like an indoor garden, with two beds in the centre, one occupied with a head of messy blond hair poking out the top the covered all the way up, a duck rubber ring at the end of the bed “Okay, we need to whisper a bit now to not wake him up, but that’s Chayanne’s bed, the other rooms aren’t really made for sleeping so are you okay being set up in here?”
“Um… Yeah okay,” whispering as they worked, they quickly crafted and set up a bed for Tommy in the corner, made with a spare patchwork blanket and pillow.
“Okay, that’s looking good, I’m gonna go now, sleep well mate,” and with a flash of purple particles Phil was gone again, leaving Tommy alone (ish). Thinking he’d be left to his thoughts for a while, he took his shoes off, not taking his prosthetic leg off incase he had to get up in a rush later, he got under the blanket, looked up at the ceiling and much to his surprise, passed out the moment his head hit the pillow.

After an unknown amount of time sleeping, Tommy woke up, and woke up quite quickly when he saw the face of a stranger with the top half covered by a skull mask, and a diamond sword pointed at him.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” He yelled in surprise, scrambling to get as far away from the sword as he could, which left him pressed into the corner of the room.
“Who are you and why are you in my house?!” The stranger demanded.
“Fuck you mean- Oh fuck, you’re Chayanne aren’t you?”
“... How do you know that?”
“Phil told me before he set me up here, fucking hell man, can you please stop pointing the sword?”
“Not until you tell me your name!”
“Fucking hell, my name’s Tommy you dickhead.”
“... Tommy?”
“Yes!”
“Oh shit, I’m sorry,” putting the sword away instantly, Chayanne moved the mask up, causing his hair to get pushed back “Didn’t know you were joining the island.”
“Wasn’t really planning to, Missa just brought me here,” the talk of the skeleton man made Chayanne’s light up in excitement.
“Missa’s here?!”
“Um, I think so, thinking about it I haven’t seen him since everyone went to spawn.”
“Oh… Okay, well anyways, are you visiting or staying?”
“Staying, I think.”
“Cool… Sorry for holding you at sword point.”
“Nah it’s okay, you got good form.”
“Thanks…” The two newly met brothers stood/sat there in silence for a minute before Chayanne broke it “Have you seen the potato farm yet?”
“I saw the start of it, we went to Tallulah’s garden but then Phil decided to send me back to sleep.”
“... Can I show it to you?”
“... Yeah sure why not, but do you want to get out of the pyjamas first?”
“... I forgot about that,” something about the deadpanned nature that Chayanne’s had, made Tommy laugh at how familiar it sounded “Are you okay waiting upstairs while I change?”
“I am but you might need to help me get out, Phil kinda just held the doors open for me,” with a nod, Chayanne walked to the door and waited for Tommy to put his shoes on before they did the reverse of what Phil and Tommy had done to get in.

The sun was out so Tommy didn’t think he’d slept for that long, kinda just looking over the side of the wall and zoning out a little waiting for Chayanne. A few minutes later, the trapdoor opened, revealing the kid wearing his mask properly, a orange hoodie that had a C embroidered on the top right, the duck rubber ring from his bed, blue jean shorts (#jort storm), and a pair of white socks that poked out of his leather boots, that look good for hiking.
“Come on, I want to show you what I’ve done!” with a small chuckle, Tommy followed the excited kid as he ran off.
It was while Chayanne led him down the seemingly endless rows of potatoes that the kid explained that he had been inspired by the stories of the Potato War and Technoblade that Phil told him as bedtime stories, with Tommy simply nodding along as he listened and followed, until they came across a small structure.
“And this is the memorial shrine Tallulah made for him.”

With a simple look, Tommy could feel his heart shatter.

The roof was made with the same four-sided grass and pink flowers from before with a pair of lanterns hanging down. Two pink terracotta pillars had a bell each hanging from them, framed with the grass again. A ring of grass and terracotta framed a ring of flowers, two lit candles and a glass floor that revealed more followers. But in the centre, with white terracotta acting as a background, was a wooden statue wearing a crown, with a pink sign next to it that read ‘In honor of Technoblade. A great friend, son and person.’
Tommy felt like crying.
“Wow, this is… This is really nice… Y’know, I have a few stories about him I could tell you, if you want?” Tommy said, trying to hide how close he was to tears.
“Really?!” The happiness in Chayanne’s voice and eyes was almost contagious.
“Yeah, come on let’s sit,” under the shade of the roof, Chayanne and Tommy sat on the glass of the memorial “So, as you probably already know, due to this fucking big ass potato farm you made cause of it, Techno took part in the Great Potato War, but one thing that I don’t think Phil knew about is that when he arrived on the server we used to be on, instead of sleeping on the first day he built a underground potato farm.”
“Really?!”
“Yeah! He also -”

And that was where Phil, Tubbo and Tallulah found them later, Tommy sat down, Chayanne lying down on his stomach looking at the older one while Tommy told Chayanne of every memory he had with Techno and even a few with Phil. No one commented on silent tears running down Tommy’s face, they just smiled, sat down with them and listened along, with the occasional addition of Tubbo and Phil’s perspectives of the stories. At one point, Tallulah walked off and wandered back shortly after, with the fresh flower crown made up of white potato flowers, which she placed atop the statue’s golden crown before taking her place next to Chayanne.

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Chapter Four: Slice of peace

They stayed in the same place for about an hour before the story time was interrupted by Phil’s communicator beeping twice, causing Phil to tap the screen before Tommy and Tubbo’s communicators gave a similar beep.
“Forgot to do that earlier so might as well now, I’ve added both of you to the lists for Tallulah and Chayanne-”
“Lists?” Tommy asked while Tubbo gave a nod.
“Oh that’s right, forgot to explain this to you, so if you look next to your translate button-”
“What translation button?”
“... Oh shit I forgot to tell you about that too, so if you open your comm, do you see the buttons in the top left? The one with the circle and the square?”
“Um,” Tommy quickly tapped on the screen to bring his device to life, “Oh yeah I see them.”
“So if you press the circle it brings you to the translate button,” Tommy pressed it as he was instructed “And then if you can turn on the translate feature if you’d like, it basically makes it so that it translates what you hear into text, and then if you click the bubbles feature,” Tommy clicked on it and his communicator then ejected a pair of glasses “Yeah so if you put those on then it will translate anything you hear in real time into English.”
“Oh, okay,” Tommy placed them on the floor beside him for now before clicking the back button “And the square one?”
“Yeah, that’s the list button, basically we get assigned a list of tasks daily and we need to complete three daily lists fully once a week or the kids lose a life, it’s been a bit hard keeping up with them but luckily everyone else is willing to help out when they can. While we were giving the tour Tubbo said he wanted to be Tallulah and Chayanne’s godfather so that’s why I’ve added him, and I hope you don’t mind me also adding you, the main thing it does is give us things to do.”
“Oh, okay,” while Tommy was still processing the long explanation Phil gave he placed the glasses on his face, and was then surprised when he looked back up and saw a speech bubble above Phil’s head “Oh wow.”
“Haha, yeah, it’s crazy right?” Turning to look at Tubbo as he spoke, Tommy noticed that Tubbo’s speech bubble had what looked like three cogs of different sizes on the top left, while Phil’s had his striped hat.
“Why do your bubbles look different?” Tommy asked.
“It’s so that it’s easier to tell who is talking, if you look at your screen what we are saying also shows up in the top left corner,” Tommy looked and sure enough, Phil’s words as text looked back at him “And if you go back to your inventory, you can also hide the glasses, that’s why you can’t see them on any of us right now.”
‘Yeah, it’s fun, it even works for me,’ the speech bubble (or is it a sign bubble?) that appeared above Talluah’s head had cornflowers and poppies lining the bottom.
“Huh, that’s cool.”
“Yeah, but before we get completely distracted, let’s see what we’ve got to do today,” Tommy, Tubbo and Phil all opened the list “Okay first up, ‘feed the child toast and jam’ okay that’s easy enough- Tallulah you don’t need to celebrate so much whenever you get an opportunity to not eat avocado toast.”
Looking up to see what Phil was talking about, Tommy saw Tallulah had stood up from her spot and was now dancing, then when Chayanne started to laugh, almost like it egged her on she pulled out a flute and started playing it, dancing along to the music she was now making. Looking back at Phil’s face to gauge his reaction, despite how annoyed Phil had sounded it, his face only had a smile and an amused look in his eyes.
‘Eh fuck it,’ Tommy thought before he also stood up, and started dancing with Tallulah, the sight making Tubbo start laughing while Chayanne also stood up to dance with his siblings.
“This is our ‘no avocado toast’ dance!” Chayanne’s statement made Tubbo start laughing even harder before he fell back, and with his back on the ground he slowly calmed down and stopped laughing.
“Holy shit that’s so funny,” and while Tommy didn’t stop dancing he did send a confused Tubbo that the unnaturally blond boy spotted “Phil gave me like, three stacks of just avocado toast earlier after I accidentally fell into some lava.”
“How the fuck did you manage that?” Tommy noticed that the music had stopped but instead of stopping his own dancing he felt two smaller hands take his, looking down he noticed Tallulah and Chayanne had taken a hand each while the other held each other, causing all three to dance in a mini circle.
“In my defence, there were no safety rails!”
“Mate, there were you just went over them,” Phil laughed while Tubbo started to over dramatically defend himself, and as he took his backpack off to check if he had the materials to make the jam needed he looked up at his kids while they laughed and danced together, ‘I’m so glad they’re getting along,’ he thought before sneakily taking a photo of the scene with his camera.
While putting his camera back, before going back to searching Phil pulled out a jukebox then slipped in a music disc that he took out of his bag blindly so that they had some music to dance to, and out of the corner of his eye he spotted Tubbo getting up to start dancing too. After a bit Phil checked the recipe search bar on his comm and found that he did in fact have the parts needed to quickly make some jam, and had some spare bread that hadn’t been turned into avocado toast quite yet. The sound of laughter and music acting as background noise while he used a knife to cut the bread into slices, using it again to spread the grape jam, making enough so each of them could have two slices each.
“Guys, sit down, the toast ready.”
While they ate, Phil made three copies of the photo, handing Chayanne, Tallulah and Tommy their own copies, all three thanked him, though Tommy was a little more hesitant than the younger two, at first wondering what Phil wanted in return. But instead of any signs of Phil preparing to propose a trade, the older blond simply looked at the list again.
“Okay guys, next up is ‘go on a bike ride with the child near spawn,’ so when we are all done eating we can head on down,” instead of getting any verbal responses Phil was met with four thumbs up “Nice, now I’m not sure if either you guys, Tommy and Tubbo, have ridden a bike before so we’ll walk back to the house so I can take the spare bikes out, then we can take the elevator down to the road.”
Pretending he knew what the hell an elevator was, Tommy nodded along with the others, instead focusing more on the strange food he’d never had before, cause he’s had bread before but never jam, the sweet condiment adding a nice flavour.
‘Yeah, how hard could riding a bike be, from the sounds of it Tallulah and Chayanne already know how, and they are younger than me, how hard could it fucking be?’ Tommy thought confidently.

“Fucking hell!” Tommy yelled when he fell off his bike and into the grass on the side of the road for the third time. When he realised that Tubbo had started laughing at him while Phil was walking over to help Tommy up, Tommy quickly stood up on his own and pushed Tubbo off his bike.
“Oh you bastard!” The chaotic scene had been entertaining Chayanne and Tallulah for a little bit, and a perfectly timed photo from Tallulah that had Tubbo mid fall, Tommy with his arms still up from pushing Tubbo with Phil’s shocked expression in the back caused Chayanne to burst out laughing when Tallulah handed it him while she herself was holding back a laugh “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up you two!”
“Alright guys, let’s calm down a bit, if you guys would like we can quickly attach some stabilisers to the bikes so you won’t fall over, like the one’s Tallulah has,” Phil said trying to hold back his own laughter with a serious expression, moving Tubbo’s bike back into a upright position before pointing at the two smaller wheels on the sides of Tallulah’s bike “It will help, at least until you guys are able to balance on the bikes.”
“Yeah that sounds like a good plan-” Tubbo said standing up before getting interrupted.
“Nah, it’s all good, big man Tommy doesn’t need them, I’ll get a hang on it eventually.”
“Hm… Alright, if you say so mate, but don’t be afraid to ask for them if you need them okay?” Phil quickly searched his bag before pulling out two spare attachable training wheels “These ones are Chayanne’s old ones if that’s alright Tubbo.”
“Yeah that sounds good,” Tubbo dusted himself off before looking at the yellow wheels “Need any help for those?”
“Yeah, just hold the bike in place please,” while Phil and Tubbo focused on attaching the wheels, Tommy moved back over to his fallen bike and stood it back up. After about twenty seconds of Tommy struggling to get back onto the bike, he heard a voice.
“If it helps I can hold it in place while you get on?” Tommy jumped a little, having not noticed Chayanne had moved next to him.
“Um… Yeah, actually that could help, foot keeps fucking getting stuck causing me to fall,” Tommy lightly pointed at his prosthetic leg, realisation painting Chayanne’s face.
“Oh that’s right! Dad! The issue has been spotted!”
“Oh yeah, what is it?” Phil asked as he moved to the other side of the bike, his back now facing Tommy and Chayanne to secure the other wheel to Tubbo’s bike.
“Tommy’s robot leg doesn’t like the bike!”
“Oh yeah, that’s probably it, oh! That reminds me, I got a message earlier from Pac, one of Richarlison’s dads earlier, and he was wondering if you’d be open to them taking a look at your leg later? Pac and Mike custom designed the ones Pac and Richas use so they were wondering if you wanted a new one.”
“Depends, what do they want in return?” Tommy asked, suspicious of the possible plan the two strangers could have.
“Oh nothing, honestly they probably would just enjoy comparing the technology your leg has.”
“What do you mean technology?” The question caused Phil to pause, looking away from the wheel he had been securing into place to look Tommy in the eyes.
“... Tommy, how does your leg work?”
“Well, it’s got the two joint things, one for my knee, one for my ankle, it kinda just bends when I lift it up due to gravity, I think? I don’t know, kinda just woke up with it and had to learn how to work it after Ponk added it.”
“... Yeah, I think it’s best we let Tazercraft check on it.”
“The fuck is Tazercraft?”
“Oh, it’s what Pac and Mike call themselves.”
“Are they together?” with a chuckle Phil went back to securing the wheel.
“Not really, they are just best friends, Mike has a wife who isn’t on the island, don’t know much about her though.”
“Oh… Okay.”
“And Tommy, I know you said no, but can I please also give you the extra wheels? At the very least it’d make me feel better about your safety. You can even use my old ones.”
“... Fine.”
A few minutes later, the group of five set off, taking a sightseeing bike tour around the spawn area until the sun started to set, causing Phil to suggest heading back to the base for dinner, which Chayanne excitedly offered to cook for them all. After they did get back, while Chayanne cooked, Phil updated the security system so that Tubbo and Tommy could open and close the doors on their own.
When the spaghetti Chayanne had cooked was finished, they all sat down on the kitchen’s wooden floor in a circle as they ate. And it was when Phil re-read the list that he realised something.
“I just realised I completely forgot to ask you earlier Tommy, are you okay with where your bed is at the moment or would you like your own room? And Tubbo, I don’t feel great about sending you off on your own just yet so you are free to spend the night,” Phil’s casual tone made Tommy confused about which option would make the old man happier, while Tubbo simply gave a thumbs up.
“Um… I think I would like my own room if that’s alright, don’t want to wake up to a fucking jumpscare again,” Tommy explained.
“What do you mean ‘jumpscare’?”
“I woke up to Chayanne pointing a sword at me.”
“Chayanne! Why would you do that?”
“There was a stranger in our home!”
“How would a stranger get past our security system?”
“... Fair point!” Tommy felt his entire body relax when he heard Phil laugh at Chayanne’s response.
“Moving on from that, Tubbo, Tommy, if you two would be okay with doing the bedtime story task with the kids while I set up a room for you guys to sleep in for the night?”
“Sounds good boss man! Will probably go and set up my own base tomorrow, I have big plans! With wall street!” no matter how many years Tommy has known Tubbo, he will never get what he says sometimes.
“Hahaha, sounds good mate. I have some spare pyjamas that you two can borrow until we can sort out proper sets for you guys, not sure how good a fit my ones will be for you guys but it’s better than nothing.”
After everyone had eaten, Phil sent Tallulah and Chayanne to get ready for bed, and had Tubbo and Tommy work on cleaning the dishes while he went to sort out a bedroom for the older boys to sleep in for the night. After a few minutes Chayanne and Tallulah came back into the kitchen wearing a matching pair of ducky pyjamas to inform the pair that they were ready for a bedtime story. Trusting Tubbo’s creativity Tommy sat on the floor next to what was apparently Phil’s storytime chair, at some point during Tubbo’s improvised story about planes Phil actually took a seat in his chair next to Tommy, joining him in watching the spectacle that was Tubbo’s storytelling, with the kids slowly but surely falling asleep.
Once it was obvious that they were in fact asleep, Phil led Tommy and Tubbo to their room for the night, and the small bathroom next to it that Phil invited them to use. Inside the room Tommy’s bed was moved to one of the corners opposite to the door, with a bed set up for Tubbo on the other side, a set of folded pyjamas on the pillows of both beds, with a simple lantern hanging from the ceiling.
Phil left to leave them to get ready for bed on their own, and Phil was right. With Tubbo’s being slightly too big for Tubbo and being slightly too short for Tommy’s legs, but both weren’t uncomfortable to wear so a win was a win. Getting ready for bed wasn’t too bad until Tubbo noticed Tommy was about to get under the covers without removing his leg.
“Hey boss man, think you forgot a step,” Tubbo pointed at the prosthetic to help remind Tommy.
“Nah, it’s fine, I can sleep with it.”
“Tommy, if you don’t fucking take it off then complain tomorrow when there is pain, I will stab you,” Tommy could tell by the look in Tubbo’s eyes that he meant what he was saying so feeling a little defeated Tommy carefully took the fake leg off before placing it next to his shoes. With a satisfied nod, Tubbo stood up and tilted the lantern, then with a single blow the light went out, “Goodnight Tommy.”
“Goodnight bee boy.”
“Yeah yeah, go to sleep dickhead.”

The next morning, Tommy woke up to see an empty bed across from him, with a note from Tubbo saying he had gotten up early and went to start working on his plans. After a bit of fiddling trying to remember how his leg clicked back into place, Tommy decided to check his communicator to see what time it was. 7 am. Instead of falling back asleep, Tommy forced himself to stand up, grab his clothes and go take a shower to wake up. The first thing he spotted when he entered was what looked like a plastic stool in the shower, followed by spotting a sign with slightly rushed writing on it that said ‘You can use the soap and hair shit, no need to ask. Shower works by pulling it towards you to turn on the water, turn left for hot, right for cold. - Phil’ Tommy decided to take Phil up on his offer, took a seat on the stool, taking a moment to take off his leg to avoid water damage leaving it outside the glass door, and started to wash his hair, the water turning clear to light brown as it washed the dirt off of him.
‘Shit, just how long have I not washed my hair?’ As Tommy thought this, he realised he couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a wash, beyond a quick clean of his face and hands. He sat there till the soap suds were gone and the water stayed clear. With lightly pruney fingers he turned off the shower, and quickly dried himself off with a tower, exiting the shower with both legs and his usual clothes on, placing the borrowed pyjamas on a pile on his bed.
Realising he didn’t hear anyone he slowly opened the door to where Tallulah and Chayanne slept, and slowly crept towards the main doors to avoid waking the two up. Once he exited the trapdoor he heard two voices talking and when he turned his head he spotted Phil and Missa talking. Noticing that Missa had spotted him, Tommy quickly moved a finger to his lips to tell the dark haired man to keep quiet while he snuck up on Phil, before placing both hands on the distracted man’s shoulders.
“OH MY GODS!” Quickly turning around, Phil let out a sigh of relief when he realised it was just Tommy “Holy fuck dude.”
“Oh that was amazing!” Tommy’s laugh filled the air, the muffled laughs from Missa being covered up while Phil tried to catch his breath.
“I wasn’t expecting that, guessing you slept well?”
“Haha, yeah, it wasn't too bad, hi again Missa.”
“Hi Tommy, Phil was just telling me you guys all had fun yesterday, that’s good to hear!” The smile on Missa’s face showed that he was being genuine.
“Yeah, so what are you guys doing up here?”
“I noticed a message from him so I told him to meet me up here so we wouldn’t wake any of you guys up. While the sun was rising we gave Tubbo our goodbyes, he mentioned having plans for a factory which should be interesting. Ah, also sent Pac a message about your leg before I went to bed. Mike and him are free today if you want to do that later. Speaking of your leg, how is it feeling today?”
“Um… Yeah, that sounds like a plan and it’s fine.”
“Okay, but don’t be afraid to say anything if it’s bad… Thinking about it, we should probably get you some new clothes at some point.”
“No no, it’s all good, besides I love this outfit, this is my lucky shirt, I’ve seduced so many wives with this.”
“I don’t know how much your wives would like it if they found out you wore the same outfit for years.”
“Shut the fuck up, what do you know about wives and what they like, old man?”
“Tommy, I’m married to your mother, I know.”
“Yeah but that’s just one wife.”
“... Does it count as having multiple spouses if I’m also married to Phil? Like it’s not a romantic marriage but he does have a wife AND a husband,” Missa pointed out, rejoining the conversation.
“... Shit,” Tommy was willing to admit defeat there, Phil had multiple spouses, a wife, a husband, a romantic partner and a platonic one, he couldn’t keep up with that… Unless he was also able to get a platonic husband to cancel it out…
“Tommy, what are you plotting?”
“Wha- Who the fuck said I was plotting?”
“I recognize that look on your face, what are you up to?”
“Philzaaaaaa, Big man, Big P-”
“Don’t call me that-”
“P-Dog, I’m up to nothing.”

Tommy was indeed, up to something.

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Chapter Four 1/2: Trade

Phil couldn’t sleep. He originally went to bed but found himself just laying there, unable to sleep due to the paranoia rushing through his entire body over what would happen if he did sleep but then the kids were attacked. Tubbo hasn’t experienced the mobs of this world beyond the free shit farm, Tommy would have taken his leg off to sleep (at least Phil hoped he did), Chayanne was a heavy sleeper and Tallulah’s asthma could take her out if she has a panic induced asthma attack. After hour four of laying in bed he decided to get re-dressed, and in the bathroom as he splashed water on his face he realised he had never told the boys they could use the products there so quickly put together a sign to place on the wall, and put down a stool so that Tommy wouldn’t have to risk falling over. A simple thought of ‘Tommy would never forgive you if he died by falling over in the shower’ being the final push for that last action.

Then after creeping past Tallulah and Chayanne as they slept, he went outside. And he just sat there. On the roof of the original house he and Missa had made Chayanne on his first day as their kid. Almost as if he manifested it, he saw his communicator on his left arm light up, showing a direct message from, much to his surprise, Missa.

MissaSinf> Hey Phil, sorry got distracted and didn’t want to interrupt your day with the kids. Can I come over to the house to talk?

Don’t get Phil wrong, he missed Missa but he was also sure he’d get told off for still being awake. He also doesn’t know if he could handle another rushed goodbye before Missa disappears again like he did yesterday (or was it two days ago now?) moments before he met back up with Tommy in the forest, fading away with the last rays of sun.

MissaSinf> I can see you are awake Phil, your status on the server list shows you aren’t afk.

‘Shit. Oh well, what’s another goodbye, right?’ he thought to himself, bracing for however long he might have with his husband before Missa has to return to work, alongside his wife Kristin.

Ph1LzA> Okay, please warp to spawn then take the water up, don’t want the noise to wake them up
Ph1LzA> I’m on the roof
MissaSinf> Okay, see you soon

A few minutes later, in the corner of Phil’s eye, he saw the reaper reach the top of the wall, and while Phil wouldn’t ever mention he saw it to preserve Missa’s dignity, he did see the dark-haired immortal slip and nearly fall off the wall.

“Hola Phil,” Missa whispered, unsure of how much noise could get to the kids “I’m sorry, I got distracted so had to sort something out before coming here. How did Tommy meeting the kids go?”
“It went great, apparently Chayanne threatened his life at some point but that’s to be expected from him now,” hearing Missa laugh made Phil feel his body relax, the tension from the paranoia driven thoughts from before “So, what did you want to talk about?”
“Ah yes so… I know that I just came back and I said the other day I had to leave before sunset, but the first part of the job was easier to complete than expected so I was given a day to come back here before going back again.”
“Okay, can I get any clues to what this job might be?”
“... Okay so… You know how Kristin and I were trying to find where Tommy’s soul ended up?”
“Yeah?”
“So we found it, which was great, however we found out the reason why it was so hard to find him was because he was in the realm of the Seven.”
“How the fuck did Tommy end up in that realm?!” Adrenaline pumped through Phil’s blood, his fight or flight response triggered by memories of every rumour he had heard about the realm, forcing redeemed sinners to live a life deprived of the primary sin they committed, while they lose track of time and eventually their memories from being alive.
“Okay, no need to shout as you said kids are sleeping, but it’s because he was marked as a redeemed sinner when he died.”
“... So Tommy did actually die,” the knowledge that his son did in fact die and he had no idea was terrifying, but the fact that what he had in his brain as the worst case scenario was true was even more horrifying.
“... Yeah… It was interesting finding which of them he was under the protection of, eventually we found out he was in Envy’s Village so we went to talk with Lady Evaline-”
“You mean negotiate?” The Seven were protective of the souls of their dead, especially those who had been wronged in life, and with what Phil did know of Tommy’s life, they wouldn’t have let the kid go without a fight or equivalent exchange.
“Well yeah, but it was quite quick compared to other times-”
“So what did they ask for?”
“... It turned out there was a marked sinner who they were having trouble getting due to him going to a server where no Gods were previously present so they asked us to find a way to get in, then open a way for them to get them,” Memories of Kirstin telling Phil about Sinners popped in his mind, they were players who had gone beyond the point of redemption by committing multiple sins or going so far deep into one they couldn’t turn back.
“And how did you get the approval to bring him to QSMP of all places?”
“... There just happened to be a brand new slot, and he also has family here which give this place bonus points. So we were able to present it to the High Gods and get approval quite easily.”
“So what is the second part of your job?”
“I’ve been tasked with escorting the soul to the eternal prison, meanwhile the Seven will have fun dealing with the body.”
“Ah, so you are here while they eat?” Even with the skull mask covering Missa’s face, Phil could tell the other was feeling sickly even thinking about it. From what Phil understood, the practice was for two reasons, first it meant the person couldn’t be resurrected as that requires an intact body, second the Seven needed something to eat. One unintended side-effect that Phil vaguely remembered was that people (with true mortal or mortal turned immortal souls) who knew the sinner would slowly forget them, where instead of vivid memories there would be a nameless, blurry and featureless figure, which the Gods decided to leave alone, for it made it easier for those people to believe that the sinner was a monster, leaving only the Gods and Demons with knowledge of who that sinner once was.
“Yeah… It’s just too weird watching demon’s eat so they let me come back here, Lady Evaline was quite insistent on knowing how Tommy was doing so he left quite the impression on her.”
“Not sure how to feel about a demon liking my kid.”
“Ha, true… We also finally got him approved for the Proxy Godhood.”
“Wait shit, seriously?!” Phil’s excitement and shock was obvious, the idea of Tommy finally being entitled to Godhood or at the very least immortality through his relationship with Kirstin had been a long time coming, but since Phil’s life in hardcore followed by them not being on the same side a lot of the during the days of the Antarctic Empire made it difficult for approval.
“Yeah, apparently they didn’t think that he was ‘mature’ enough for Godhood, but we were told about their change of heart after news had reached us that Evaline and Egg asked to have a private talk with the Council about it, so we suspect they influenced the choice.”
“So he won’t properly die next time?”
“If he accepts it, yeah.”
“That’s good… Do you think-” before Phil could finish his question, he heard the trapdoor open, turning his head he saw Tubbo emerge ‘Speaking of Gods by proxy.’
“Oh hello, I was wondering where you’d gone to Phil. Hi Missa, how’s being a reaper going for you?” The adopted son of the God of Labyrinths greeted the older pair.
“Hello Tubbo, long time no see, it’s all good.”
“Why are you up so early Tubbo? The sun hasn’t even made its grand entrance yet,” Phil pointed at the first rays of sunshine that shone in the distance, the sun won’t be up for another half an hour at least.
“Yeah I know, I just wanted to get the day started, I also saw on the server list that you were already awake so wanted to quickly talk to you before I left.”
“Yeah? What about?” Knowing Tubbo, Phil prepared himself for whatever might next come out of Tubbo’s mouth.
“I think Tommy needs help,” huh, so it wasn’t just in Phil’s mind.
“Yeah, he has some mental stuff going on huh?”
“It’s a bit more than that I think, he almost didn’t take off his leg to bed.”
“... What?”
“Yeah, he only remembered when I reminded him, or well, I think I made him remember, not sure if he even intended to take it off.”
“... Shit.”
“Oh yeah that’s something I forgot. Evaline mentioned that he probably needs to see a therapist, for mental and possibly physical stuff. Main worry she had was that his body remembers how it feels to die, even if his subconscious is shoving it down,” Missa’s words weighed heavy on Phil, he had his son back but not how he once remembered the boy.
“He’s done way too much for a nineteen year old-”
“Oh shit!” Tubbo’s impulsive thought made vocal cut Phil off “Tommy doesn’t know he’s nineteen!”
“... What do you mean?” Missa questioned, tilting his head to one side.
“The nuke happened when he was eighteen, I think he doesn’t know he’s now nineteen.”
“... Shit.”
“... Do you think he’d want a party?” Missa asked, trying to cut through the tension.
“Maybe, definitely not a surprise one, think that’d just spook him more than anything,” Phil nodded along to Tubbo’s words.
“Yeah, I highly doubt we could even get close to asking Tommy what his triggers are, hell some stuff we know he likes might set him off now,” a new wave of Tommy based paranoia thoughts washed over Phil’s brain ‘What if even seeing me is hard for him?’
‘What if he hears some TNT explode and freaks out?’
‘What if he can’t look at cows anymore?’
‘Would the Antarctic Empire flag upset him?’
“Phil?” a muffled voice called out, drowned out by the thoughts.
‘Is it even a safe idea to ask him if he wants Godhood? What if he doesn’t want to live forever?’
‘What if the Federation finds out about this? Would they hurt him? Would they kidnap him like they did the rest of the kids?’
‘What if I pressured him into saying yes to the new leg? Does he even want a new leg? Would he even let him check out where he got amputated from? But what if the current leg is hurting him?’
“Phil?” the muffled voice called out again.
‘What if he was just down playing how much Chayanne pointing a sword at him yesterday affected him? What if he feels like he has to lie to spare our feelings? Did he get hurt from falling off the bike but lied about it? Could he defend himself against a code monster if it looked like Tallulah or Chayanne? What if one took on Tommy’s appearance, what then?’
“Phil!” The no longer muffled voice of Missa cut through Phil’s thoughts, snapping him back into reality, the sunrise having now passed “Are you back now?”
“Shit, I’m sorry, how long was I out?”
“I’m not sure, I talked to Tubbo a bit before he left once the sunrise was done, then I noticed how out of it you looked. You okay?”
“Hm… Yeah, I think so. Oh shit, I just remembered, you haven’t seen inside the base yet have you?” Phil hoped that Missa would accept him changing the subject.
“Ah, no I haven’t yet,” Missa going along with it made Phil let out a sigh of relief, causing Phil to miss when Missa’s eyes pointed in the direction of the trapdoor, recognition flashing in the reaper's eyes.
“Okay, do you want a- OH MY GODS!” whipping around at the sudden feeling of two hands on his shoulders, Phil saw Tommy standing behind him, fucking wetting himself with how hard he was laughing. While Phil was trying to catch his breath, the sight and noise made a thought quickly flash in his mind, ‘Yeah, that sinner's life for Tommy’s is a good trade.’

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Hi all, sorry that I haven't updated in a while, uni work has seriously taken over haha, but the next chapter is on the way and I just wanted to quickly say, thank you all so much for all the love, 100 kudos and nearly 1,400 hits! I never thought I would see that.

I am also posting this to say, how we feeling about the eggs? I woke up to the goodbye tweets from Chayanne and Tallulah's admins and that is the top 3 most surprising things I have woken up to. I am thankful for the egg admins and what they brought to the QSMP, and I wish them the best of luck in the future.
That being said, as a heads up to you guys, there are a few ideas for this fic that are a bit angsty which include the eggs/kids in the future after all, in about a week in the fic's timeline they do go missing).

If all goes well, the next chapter will be out sometime next week so hope you all enjoy that whenever it does come out, and if there are any questions you guys have about aspects regarding this AU/Fic please feel free to comment them, and I'll try answer it as best I can (might be vague to avoid spoilers for some questions so sorry if you don't get a straight answer).

Well, that's all for now. Bye you guys!

P.S. I checked out the egg quests and found this on the list, do any of you remember a Hatsune Miku figure being on the QSMP???

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Chapter Five: A Busy Day

The events leading up to Tommy’s current situation were a bit of a blur, due to him kinda just operating on autopilot, unsure of how to feel about his doctor's appointment, but now he was here in the middle of a lab trying to keep up with what the translation glasses were claiming the two Brazilians were talking about on the other side of the room. Due to how fast they were talking, the textbox that floated above their heads started to go into the ceiling, and since the topic they were discussing was how shit Tommy’s prosthetic was (which… Rude, honestly, not like there was much to work with that wasn’t explosive when he got it) he was getting a little worried about what they were planning to do and how long it would take. After a few more minutes, the pair asked him to stay put then they left the room again, then about half an hour later the fucking mad scientist fuckers came back with what they claimed was a prototype leg.
When Tommy left the lab, there was one thing he never thought he would end up having a minor lecture about which was how Pac and Mike were very insistent with him about how if the prototype started to hurt during the week-long trial they were doing, to instantly message them cause it isn’t supposed to and to do the same if the leg becomes damaged in any way. Tommy headed back home to Phil's base and he wasn’t expecting much due to it being mid-day, after Phil had said bye to Missa that morning Tallulah had woken up so they planned to get tasks out of the way so they could have a relaxing afternoon since it was likely that Chayanne might sleep again for a few days (something that Phil said was common for these kids).

Not seeing anyone upstairs, Tommy did the whole process of getting inside the base, and when he saw both Chayanne and Tallulah’s beds empty, he was a little surprised. Before he could ask himself where everyone was he heard talk coming from what Phil had claimed was the storage room, and Tommy couldn’t help himself but laugh when he was greeted by the sight of Phil falling flat on his back after Chayanne managed to kick the back of the elder’s legs, while Tallulah and Tubbo watched.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Tommy asked, between breaths due to him laughing so much, that he had gotten lightheaded.
‘One of the daily quests was to teach the kid to fight,’ Tallulah explained.
“Wow, doing great dude but be careful Chayanne, Phil’s bones are so old he might never walk again.”
“No, don’t listen to Tommy’s lies, I'm not that old.”
“I don’t know Phil, weren’t you there when the universe formed?” Tubbo chimed in.
“No, I wasn't-”
“I thought you were around before pigs were?”
“Stop it-” The back and forth between the three continued, the amused smile on Phil’s face egging Tommy and Tubbo on. Eventually, Chayanne challenged Tubbo to a fight, and as Phil watched on as the judge to make sure neither went too far, Tommy and Tallulah cheered on from the sidelines, the sound of laughter, punches and maracas filling the air.

After Chayanne was declared the winner, they calmed down enough for Phil to notice he had gotten a message.
“Hey guys, Etoiles says he has a story he wants to tell us, is it okay if I say yeah?” Phil asked the group.
“Yeah go ahead boss man,” Tommy’s response was matched with Tallulah nodding, Chayanne giving a thumbs up.
“Okay, not sure how long-” Phil was interrupted by the sound of a warpstone
“Hello,” the dark green man yelled down the channel into the doors “Tubbo, how many hearts do you have?!”
“... Two rows,” Tubbo was so bad at lying.
“Yeah?! Only two?!”
“Yes… Stop laughing at me!”
“Yeah, yeah, can you guys please let me in?!”
“Yeah hold on,” Phil then did the totally quick sequence of events to let someone into the base with the French man and a child wearing a barret and butterfly wings that Tommy hadn’t met yet walked in “What’s up?”
“Uhhh, there is problems.”
“Problems?”
“Yeah, I was chilling at my base and I found a black shulker box, and inside was a message written by the code-”
‘Okay yeah, they are talking about old people shit,’ Tommy thought before he felt a light tug on his shirt, looking down he saw the new child ‘Oh wow she looks younger than Tallulah and Chayanne.’
“H-hello, my name is Pomme, who are you?” the girl asked curiously, her red and blue eyes shining bright.
“Hello, I’m Tommy,” Tommy he knelt down so that she didn’t have to keep looking up at him “What brings you here?”
“My Papa Etoiles wanted to come talk to Tio Phil.”
“Tio… I’ve heard that a few times, what does it mean?”
“It means uncle!”
“Really? Nice, I learned a new word today.”
“Yeah, Hi Llulah! It’s nice to see you.”
‘It’s nice to see you too, Pomme!’ The girls smiled brightly before hugging, not wanting to interrupt the time they were spending together, Tommy zoned back into whatever Etoiles and Phil were talking about.
“I think it is the final fight,” Etoiles said, looking over Phil’s shoulder Tommy saw a drawing of an arena of some sort, with 1s and 0s at the bottom, some sort of code.
“Oooo~” Tubbo replied, sounding intrigued.
“Oh shit, oh shit, okay, oh my Gods, okay,” Noticing Tommy looking over his shoulder, Phil handed the paper to Tommy so he could get a better look at it.
“I hope that if I kill him again, I can get his sword,” at the mention of a sword, Tommy noticed the shield Etoiles was holding, green and in a shape Tommy had never seen a shield in before, it looked pretty fucking epic.
“Mr. Tommy,” Pomme’s voice broke him out of his train of thought.
“Yeah?” Tommy quickly handed Phil back the paper before kneeling back down to be at eye level with the young girl, “Also no need to call me Mr, just Tommy is fine.”
“Oh okay, um, Chayanne said you got a new leg today, is that true?”
“Oh yeah, just got back from Pac and Mike.”
“Can we see?” Chayanne interrupted, making Tommy realise he had actually forgotten the kids hadn’t seen it yet, due to his trousers and shoes covering them.
“Uh sure, why not,” sitting down in the chair that Phil normally sat in when telling bedtime stories, Tommy rolled up the leg of his trouser to his knee to reveal the new white and red prosthetic, “This leg is kinda on a trial run, so it might look different in a few weeks.”
“Cool!” all three of the kids looked like they had stars in their eyes, looking at the prosthetic.
“It’s weird seeing one that’s clean, Richas’ one is covered in stickers and mud while Tio Pac’s keeps getting used as a notepad, you can sometimes see little drawings of plans on them!” Pomme explained.

After about 20 minutes of nonsense that at some point Tommy had stopped processing, he found himself on top of The Wall reading over the three tasks Chayanne had left for the day.
1. Deliver blocks or materials to a nearby structure to help it grow
2. Bring the child on a walk in your favourite place
3. Bedtime story about castles.

After finding out that Tubbo needed copper, Tommy stayed upstairs to keep talking while Phil went back into the base to see if they actually had copper to give Tubbo. Turns out, they didn’t have a lot of copper so after a bit more messing around Tommy was invited to join Phil, Tallulah and Chayanne on their walk to Tubbo’s house. So that it wouldn’t take too long they took a warpstone to the end of the potato farm where Tubbo had apparently set up, Tommy hadn’t had a chance to see what Tubbo had been up to yet with the leg business so he was interested to see what his friend had been up to.
Unfortunately, after they did arrive, Tallulah started to have an asthma attack so while Tommy and Chayanne sat with her as she used her inhaler, Phil called Tubbo up to the top of the wall and handed over the few blocks of copper they had and a few stacks of dirt, declaring out loud that this was him doing the quest for Chayanne.

“Okay, yeah Tallulah is struggling, Tommy are you okay taking her back to the house while I speedrun doing these quests for Chayanne, sun is starting to set so if you could help her out that would be great, she knows where the nebulizer is and how to get it to work so if she gets worse, she can show you where it is.”
“Uh, yeah, yeah I could do that, come on Tallulah, let’s get you back,” with two hands touching the warpstone they found themselves back at the base, “You good?”
With a quick thumbs up from Tallulah he quickly helped her down the ladder into the actual base, with Tommy being put to work making a cup of tea at Tallulah’s request while she got the nebulizer out in case her asthma started acting up again. After a bit more waiting, Tallulah and Tommy were sitting cross legged looking over the spawn area from atop The Wall, in their pyjamas with a cup of tea in their hands, Tallulah’s inhaler close by just in case, as they watched the sun fully set. Eventually, the sound of a warpstone signalled the return of Chayanne and Phil, the pair telling the other to stay put, they’d go get ready for bed then call them down. Leaving the brother and sister to watch the stars till their cups were either empty or half-way full with room temperature tea, when the sound of the trapdoor interrupted the calm silence.

“Hey guys, ready for bedtime?” Tallulah quickly nodded to Phil’s question before putting her cup away in her inventory, Tommy doing the same before following her down the ladder and into the base. Figuring that he might need to fiddle a bit to get the leg off so that he didn’t sleep with it on (a point that had been repeated to him multiple times when he was being shown how to put it on and off being not to sleep with it) Tommy instead said goodnight to his siblings before heading into his room.

To his surprise since he’d left it off when he retrieved his clothes earlier, the lantern had been relit (probably by Phil) giving a soft orange glow to the room, which ended up being useful as it helped Tommy see what he was doing but ended up not being that great when Tommy realised, he couldn’t get back up to put the light out. Almost as if the realisation had summoned him, two knocks on Tommy’s door before Phil’s head popped in.

“Hey, kids are asleep, I just wanted to say thanks for taking care of Tallulah earlier.”
“Eh it’s no problem, I’ve helped people with worse before anyways.”
“Yeah ... Hey Tom,” Phil asked with his voice so soft it was just on the cusp of being a whisper.
“Yeah?”
“I know this is a bit out of the blue but have you ever considered therapy? Not even for talking, for physical stuff like your leg?”
“Nah.”
“Really?”
“Yeah… It’s a bit fucking weird to complain to someone you pay to listen along innit?”
“Well it’s not really complaining, sometimes it’s to get a new perspective on something.”
“... Eh.”
“... Well, I’m gonna go to bed, oh!” Phil snapped his fingers, his eyes wide with realisation as he walked towards the lantern, “Before I forget, I might not wake up tomorrow.”
“... Are you planning on dying old man?”
“Haha, no. You know how on the old servers when someone wouldn’t ‘log on’ their bodies would kinda just go ‘poof!’”
“Yeah?”
“Here the bodies stay but kinda in a coma-like state, even if you change to a different server you need to be careful where you ‘log out’ cause you might just pass out in the middle of nowhere, then have to remember where you were headed when you next log in. Fortunately, mobs seem to leave you alone while you are out so nothing can harm you, and other people can interact with you but all we can seem to do is move people, like drag them and stuff, but that’s it. It’s why I suggest logging off here if you ever feel the need to, no one can mess with you here. But before I fully forget, would you be okay taking care of the kids tomorrow? I don’t know if Missa is coming back any time soon and you were pretty amazing with the kids today, so it would be a great help.”
“Huh, okay, yeah that sounds good,” ‘Besides, not like there is anywhere else I could go, every other server I’ve been on is probably gone now,’ Tommy thought while trying to keep a poker face so that Phil wouldn’t suggest therapy again “Welp, I’m off, night Phil.”
“Night mate,” and with a light blow to the lantern’s candle and the door closing behind Phil, the room went dark.

“Coward.”
“Don’t call him a coward!”
“Why the fuck not?!”

Waking up from another night on the new server, Tommy quickly got dressed for the day, it’s his first day taking care of the kids alone! He can’t let Phil down. Remembering how much Tallulah hated avocado toast he decided to start his day off by feeding them something different for a change, and while he wasn’t the best cook, he knew how to scramble and cook eggs. After finding where the eggs had been kept and a bowl to mix them in, Tallulah walked into the kitchen, so Tommy turned to face her while he mixed to see what Tallulah had to say.
“Morning Tallulah, sleep well?”
‘Yeah, today is a Phil’s sleeps all day, day right?’
“Yep.”
‘Do you know who is taking care of us today?’
“That would be me,” Tallulah’s eyes suddenly shifted from half open and sleepy, to wide and full of excitement.
‘Really?’
“Yep,” a bright smile grew before she quickly ran over to Tommy and hugged him, her little arms wrapping around his waist “Oh okay, I’m guessing this is a good sign?” he was met with a quick thumbs up before her arm went back around him before he awkwardly placed the bowl of eggs down on the counter “Okay if we are doing the hugging thing can I at least bend down first?”

Tallulah giggled a little before stepping back, as soon as Tommy's knees touched the floor her arms were around his neck and his arms wrapped around her back. Hearing someone else enter the kitchen Tommy looked up to see a very sleepy Chayanne.
“Did I just hear you say you are taking care of us today?”
“Yep.”
“... Can I join the hug?” Before Tommy could answer Tallulah unwrapped one arm so that she could turn to Chayanne and usher him over, the boy quickly moved to the pair and now Tommy had two kids with their arms around his neck, a head resting on each shoulder.
“After we are done hugging, are you guys okay helping me cook breakfast?”
“Yeah!”

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Operation E.G.G. Files : Test Group One

Code Name : B0W
Status : Dead
Info : Was made using DNA taken from experiment Quackity/ElQuackity (see files for Operation M.L.B.) and resident Luzu. Appearance ended up taking more from experiment Q/EQ. Part of the control group, as such it was naturally weaker than their edited counterparts, but it was assumed that their selected caretakers would keep them safe, this assumption was wrong. B0W showed negative side effects due to neglect and ended up being struck on their shoulder by resident Slimecicle by accident, and died almost instantly, very unfortunate.

Code Name : GLA5535
Status : Dead
Info : Was made using DNA taken from residents ElMariana and Slimecicle, the resulting embryo was then exposed to slime particles. Slime merged with DNA but observations after removal from the growth chamber didn’t see any physical side effects from the slime until the subject started to jump, body seemed to be above average bounciness. After being given to the caregivers two observations were made, The first was that the subject seemed to understand the concept of sex vs gender and came out to caregivers as a trans girl. The second was that the fighting of the caregivers had a negative side effect on GLA5535’s mental state. She died the same way as subject B0W but at the hands of resident ElMariana.

Code Name : DUCK13
Status : Alive
Info : Was made using DNA from donated cadavers from the authorities on the server they come from, killed due to crimes they were deemed guilty of due to sacrifices their cult made. God/s the cult worshipped is unknown at this time. The theory was that the subject would be naturally drawn to cultist activities, this has yet to be proven but the subject’s almost obsessive potato farming is a possible sign of such things. Further monitoring is needed.

Code Name : 0V3RALL5
Status : Dead
Info : Was made using DNA from subject BLU3 B1RD and resident Roier. It was decided that experiments would include trying to turn 0V3RALL5 into the perfect guard for the company, and when they were transferred over into the custody of the selected caregivers the violent tendencies continued. Monitoring ended due to the subject dying protecting resident Roier, which caused severe emotional damage to BLU3 B1RD and Roier, this could be useful in future negotiations.

Code Name : T0PHAT
Status : Alive
Info : Was made using donated DNA pairing #1, black matter found left behind at crime scenes related to the M.R.D. case (see files for more information) and was then exposed to the embryo produced for observation purposes. After the two seemed to merge, the experiment was moved to be a part of Operation E.G.G. to see how it would react to the growth acceleration chambers. Results seem to have nothing noteworthy about them, except for how they look like resident BadBoyHalo. Further monitoring is required.

Code Name : R3DHAT
Status : Alive
Info : Was made using DNA from residents FoolishGamer and Vegetta. Was supposed to be a part of the control group, however observations between removal from the growth chamber and release to caregivers showed that the subject had thicker skin similar to a golem, this resulted in further observations from DNA used, and a discovery was then made of FoolishGamer being an unidentifiable golem. Further monitoring is needed.

Code Name : 5TA5H3
Status : Alive
Info : Was made using DNA from residents Fit and Spreen. After removal from the growth chamber training was given for the subject to be a good future engineer for the company, with the selection of caregivers making the company believe it would be subjected to a strict upbringing. This theory was incorrect, but regardless it continues to show good results with engineering skills. Further monitoring is needed.

Code Name : 5P1N
Status : Dead
Info : Was made using DNA from residents DanTDM and Maximus. Was a part of the control group. Nothing extraordinary was observed with subject 5P1N but due to a unfortunate series of events, caregiver DanTDM was unable to care for the subject due to trying to escape and getting detained, caregiver Maximus went exploring but then went missing and was unable to contact anyone for help until it was too late, and the worker sent out with a IV to give 5P1N the nutrients needed to survive didn’t get there in time. Out of guilt for the subject dying alone the worker resigned from their position.

For more information, see the files for Test Group Two and Test Group Three.

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Chapter 6: Big Bro Day

After they finished cooking and eating breakfast, they decided to take it easy while completing the tasks for the day just to make sure they had some sort of structure to the day, especially since some of the things sounded fun. So, first on the list was the food for the day.
“Okay guys, do either of you have ideas for food made with three vegetables?”
“Hm…. Ooo! I could make us some stir fry!” Chayanne shouted out, excited by the chance to cook.
“Sounds good, got the stuff you need for that shit?”
“Yeah! Though we just ate, so it might be better to wait for lunch to eat it.”
“Yeah that’s probably true, does that sound good Tallulah?” with a quick nod from the dark-haired girl, food was officially sorted “Great, so next on the list… What the fuck is a Hatsune Miku figure?”
“... Huh… I don’t know… I know she is a singer Tia Jaiden likes but I haven’t seen a figure anywhere, have you Lullah?”
‘Nope. What’s the full task, Tommy?’
“Ah, it says you guys need to take a photo with it.”
“Hm…. Do you guys think Tia might have one in her house?”

Before they did take on the task of breaking into Jaiden’s house, once they exited the bunker dressed and ready for the day, the trio almost instantly noticed that the spawn area at the base of the wall had been decorated. Apparently, it was the singer’s birthday, and so everything was decorated with photos of the singer and numerous cyan things.
Eventually, the sibling trio met up with Jaiden, Foolish and Pomme, who were laughing amongst themselves for seemingly no reason. Once the second group had calmed down they explained that Etoiles had run off to make a call because he had started celebrating the singer and her birthday only to realise he had in fact forgotten his own mother’s birthday, even though he had negotiated the other day with the Federation to make an inter-server call for the special date.
After all six of them had recovered from laughing about the funny situation, Etoiles actually returned, and the group stood and talked about how Etoiles had just confessed to sleeping in a random tunnel because he was tired which was why he’d forgotten in the first place. Then the conversation went to different random topics till Jaiden’s eyes lit up at a realisation.

“Oh wait! You guys haven’t taken your photo with Miku yet have you?” It was somehow only then that Tommy realised that Jaiden’s hair was dyed the exact same as Miku’s.
“Oh yeah, they haven’t yet-” Tommy started explaining before an excited Jaiden cut him off.
“Come on then, I’ll take the photo for you three so you can all stand with her,” before Tommy could even decline the offer, Jaiden was running off in (Tommy assumed) the direction to where the figure was, with three little kids running after her, with no other choice Tommy also started running after her.
“Oh wait! JAIDEN! Slow down! Tommy only got his new leg yesterday!” Foolish yelled, the reminder to Jaiden actually serving a reminder to Tommy as well causing him to slow to a walking pace.
'Huh… That wasn’t as uncomfortable as before,' Tommy thought to himself, memories of the slightly rusty metal digging into his skin projecting on the back of his mind.
“Oh shit, that’s right, sorry Tommy, you good?” The apologetic look on the blue-haired woman’s face looked genuine.
“Fuck yeah dude, as if a bit of running could take me down. It’s my fucking middle name really, Tommy Running Innit!” He replied, a bright and wide smile painting his face, an expression Tommy found so easy to put on, almost instinctively. He didn’t want her to feel bad for his mistake.
“Okay, that’s good. Now! Let’s get back to the wonders of Miku!” With a light choir of laughter, the journey to the Hatsune Miku figure continued, with Chayanne, Tallulah and Pomme creating a chain of children by holding hands. It was when Tommy watched the two girls that he made another realisation.
'Huh, if not for Pomme’s eyes and Tallulah being slightly taller, those two could probably pass as twins… Weird.'

After taking photos and hanging out, out of the corner of his eye Tommy saw Pomme’s eyes widen, and as she moved to stand behind Jaiden, with a light tug of Jaiden’s sleeve and a point, Jaiden’s eyes also widened, but instead of it being from fear it was with joy.

“Cucurucho!” Turning to see who Jaiden was greeting, he was met with a pure white bear, with soulless black eyes and what looked like a speaker coming out of its chest, that was blowing bubbles “You made it! Oh wait you haven’t met Tommy yet have you? Tommy, this is Cucurucho, he helps make sure we are having a good time on the island.”
“Oh… Nice to meet you,” he cringed a little at how obvious his scepticism was in his voice, but it seems that Jaiden didn’t notice.
“Come on Cucurucho, let’s get you some leaks!”

The mood after Cucurucho’s arrive became a little tense, but with some practised fake smiles the tension was masked. The next additions to the group were Richas and Cellbit, who Tommy now had confirmed as one of the young boy’s many Dads. Both of them had nothing other than smiles and laughs, but something about the sadness in Cellbit’s eyes told Tommy that his joy was fake or at the very least, he was trying to pretend everything was alright. Tommy wouldn’t be surprised if the older man had actually been crying earlier in the day.
Regardless, Cucurucho eventually left and after Jaiden asked if there were any child quest’s she could help with, the entire group went to somewhere that they all assured Tommy was the place the list wanted them to go to play hide and seek. To say that Tommy was amazed by where they took him would be an understatement, the giant classroom populated with giant statues of the kids easily being one of the top five builds Tommy has ever seen. But there were a few things that confused him.
“Um… Who are the extra statues?” All eyes then quickly dashed to look at Jaiden, waiting to see how she’d react before anyone else answered his question, then with a light smile Jaiden herself answered.
“Oh, they are the kids who died. Kinda forgot you probably hadn’t heard of them yet. Okay so! The one with the big red bow, that’s Tilín, they were Quackity and Luzu’s kid. The one with the propeller hat is Trump, but we call him Trumpet, he was Max’s son. The one with the glasses is JuanaFlippa, she was Slime and Marianna’s daughter. The green slimy one was Gegg, he was kinda just a creation Slime made to process Juana’s death,” With each explanation she pointed to help Tommy identify who they were before she got to the last one of the unknown statues, “And then there is Bobby, with the overalls… He was my son.”
'Ah. That’s why they all were nervous about how she’d react,’ before Tommy could apologise for bringing up the topic, Jaiden once again cut him off with a smile.
“It’s nice talking about him, so if you have any questions about what he was like don’t be afraid to ask. I promise I’ll only cry like, 3 times max while I do,” despite the lingering sadness in her eyes her laugh was reassuring, “Now! Let’s play, who wants to go first?”

Once the group had finally had enough of playing hide and seek, Tommy was sure all four of the children were hunters. No matter where he seemed to hide, they would find him, he wouldn’t be surprised if when he went to get changed for bed later a tracker would fall out of his pocket with how quickly they would find him. Even when he was the starting seeker all four came out of nowhere to hit him with their knockback sticks, sending him flying and as they ran away laughing they claimed it was just to ‘stress-test’ his new leg. Fuckers the whole lot of them.

He would kill and die for all of them.

But when Tallulah’s stomach started rumbling, both brothers remembered their plans for lunch and with a polite goodbye they left to go back home to start cooking. After lunch, Tommy was led down to the giant greenhouse in the wall that was Tallulah’s pride and joy. Then after spending some time just relaxing inside from their long day, Tommy heard what sounded like panicked yelling from above, before a flash of purple fell past the window, and due to what seemed like a look of recognition, Chayanne quickly ran up to the window, opened it and then jumped down himself. In a moment of panic, both Tommy and Tallulah jumped out after him, all three landing safely due to their gliders. After Missa spotted Chayanne the pair had a tearful and heartfelt reunion, with Tommy and Tallulah standing awkwardly to the side, neither sure what to do, while Missa’s words were spoken so fast that the translator glasses were struggling to keep up, meaning all Tommy could read were bits and pieces. It was at this point that Tommy noticed Tubbo and Foolish walking down the road towards them.

“Oh hey, Tubbo!” Tommy yelled to greet his friend, but at the mention of Tubbo’s name, Missa got a panicked look, let go of Chayanne and with an apology started running, with Tubbo and Foolish running after him.
“Get back here, Missa!!!!” The pair yelled, till eventually their laughter and Missa’s panicked yelling faded into the distance.
“Well, that was-” the sound of a choked back sob cut Tommy off, his eyes flicking back to Chayanne, who Tommy now noticed had tears welling up “Oh Chayanne.”
Both Tommy and Tallulah quickly rushed to engulf Chayanne in a comforting hug while the young blond let his tears out. If Tommy was remembering correctly it was four months since he had actually seen his Dad, so having their reunion cut short understandably wreaked the poor kid. Deciding that they should probably go back inside so that the kid could at least cry in private, and in the name of ‘stress-testing’ his leg, Tommy picked both of the kids up and using the warp stone down at spawn, took them back to the house.
It took a while for Tallulah and Tommy were able to calm him down, but eventually, he did. With the sun now set on their long day, Tommy quickly took charge of making dinner and sent the kids off to get changed for bed, resulting in them eating dinner in their pyjamas while Tommy was still in his jeans. He then remembered that there were two things they had left on the list, causing him to pull it back up while Chayanne and Tallulah went to brush their teeth.

“Hm…” Tommy then leaned against the door frame to address the two, even though they had foam-filled mouths, “Okay so, I think I know a way we could do a two-for-one here. Do you guys have any music discs?”
That night, Chayanne and Tallulah fell asleep to a jukebox that played the music disc Wait, paired with a very improvised lullaby that was mostly ‘Go to sleep’ said in ways to match the tones of the song. A fun end to the day for them. If only Tommy could say the same thing, instead he spent nearly an hour in his dark room in an uncomfortable silence that his thoughts decided to, oh so helpfully, fill.

Eventually, he gave up and went up to the roof to get some fresh air, only to be surprised when he realised he wasn’t alone.
“Missa?” With a yell that sounded more like a squeak, Missa’s head whipped around from looking down at the cyan spawn to see Tommy.
“Oh, hey Tommy, I’m so sorry about earlier.”
“It’s ok... Where did you go?” Tommy asked, slowly walking to the fenced-off edge to stand next to the purple-hooded man.
“Honestly, I kinda just ran, Roier eventually found me. He listened to me say I didn’t think I was a good dad and he took me to his therapy office, haha.”
“Oh… How did that go?”
“Pretty good, highly recommend it… Or if that doesn’t sound great, you could just vent to me.”
“How do I know I can trust that you won’t just tell everyone else?”
“... There is something Phil doesn’t know, that only one other person really knows.”
“What’s that?”
“A few days before I brought you here, I was here while Phil was asleep like he is now. I have no idea who else knows this really, but as far as I know, Phil doesn’t know. I jumped off, then hit two spots of the wall that were sticking out before face-planting and dying on the ground… I’m telling you this because it was an embarrassing moment and is pretty good blackmail if you want to tell Phil something I’m embarrassed about.”
“... Holy shit.”
“Also, I’m not sure if Phil knows this or not, but I threatened the president, cause he told me he wanted to steal Phil from me. Kristin mostly finds it funny, but when he continues even when Phil says ‘stop’ she gets a bit upset too… So feel free to also threaten him.”
“Ha, sounds good, I’ll make sure to tell him that I’ll fuck him up… You won’t be here tomorrow when he wakes up will you?”
“Probably not… Why?”
“For what I’m about to say if I find out you tell anyone else, I will fucking hunt you down and shit.”
“I promise, I won’t tell anyone.”
“... So Tubbo kinda knows this, not sure if he remembers though, but there was a while where I was just constantly drinking invis pots and just… Watched. It was kinda a problem looking back, but… Sometimes I just want to do it again… See if anyone notices I’m missing… Honestly, I don’t know if Phil would.”
“Oh… Yeah, that’s a good thing to bring up in therapy.”
“The fuck man.”
“I’m being serious, Tommy… I know I’m not your dad-”
“I don’t have a dad… I have a Phil, but not a dad.”
“Okay, but you have a Phil that cares a lot about you, and while I’m not him, I did see what he was like while you were gone, and I also saw how he reacted to seeing you again… He really cares about you, I know there are a few moments where he should have been better when you were growing up and I don’t really have an idea of what goes on in his brain really but, I know that he would notice.”
“... Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“... Thanks” They lay there in silence for a while, looking up at the stars above, until eventually, the moon reached the middle of the sky, with the whispered call of sleep being more and more tempting before Tommy decided it was time to go inside before he passed out from exhaustion “I’m gonna go in now, bye Missa.”
“Bye Tommy, hope to see you again soon.”
“Yeah. whatever, have fun… Doing whatever the fuck it is you go and do.”
“Ha, yeah, you too. Oh, wait! Before you go could you please give these letters to Chayanne and Tallulah, the third one is for you,” Missa’s words were matched with the hooded man pulling three envelopes out of his bag, each one having the name of who they were for written in slightly shaky handwriting.
“Yeah sure,” Tommy took them before walking to the trap door, “For real now, bye.”
“Bye, Tommy.”

On the table between Chayanne and Tallulah’s beds, Tommy carefully left their letters before he snuck past them to his own room, leaving his letter in his inventory to read later. After getting ready for bed, he opted to blow the lantern out and then, take his leg off in the dark, using his comm as a light. Then as he lay in bed, he found himself falling asleep easily, with a smile on his face.
Overall, a pretty successful day taking care of the kids.

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‘Now, the first thing you should know when it comes to immortal beings (or Immortals just for simplicity) is that there are three main categories. The most common also being the lowest tier in the hierarchy being spirits, these tend to just be souls of the dead, split between those who were or weren’t religious in life, and for those who were there is a chance they can be selected by their primary God to serve them. Big example being the crows that keep fucking following-’

“Ow!” Phil yelped, as the crow that was previously relaxing on his shoulder noticed what exactly Phil was writing and decided to bite his ear “Well I obviously wasn’t talking about you, you are behaved… Unlike that lot- STOP DROWNING BRIAN!”

Putting down the book and quill, Phil quickly rushed over to the water's edge where two crows were holding down a robotic copy of them under the water, flying away in a rush when Phil got closer. Carefully taking the technological bird out of the salty water, Phil checked to see if Brian was still working, because while it was a hassle to fix and could be a bit annoying at times, it was the only way the spirits that watched him could actually talk to him, instead of using caws and projecting their words into his brain. He liked being able to actually hear them.

“Okay, guys, if you behave you can help with the guide for Tommy, deal?” Phil’s proposal was met by Brian’s beak opening and a flurry of yes’ spilling out “Good! Now, because you drowned him, the comment about you lot is staying in… Now where was I? Ah yes.”

‘Big example being the crows that keep fucking following me around and being menaces. They have been behaving recently because they knew from your Mother how big it was that we got you back from the afterlife but trust me, once they think you’ve settled in they’ll be back.
Message from said crows: You are a good brother Tommy, keep up the good work, cool leg.
Ain’t that sweet, honestly mate I was sure they were about to call you a brat or something.’ Phil’s ear was once again bitten by a crow.
‘Anyways, you can probably also see this with a few of the others, but I think it’d be more fun for you if you figure those out yourself. One big thing about this tier is actually that you were in the more closed off part of it when you were in Lady Evaline’s care (also yes, that is her real title, idk how she got it but she apparently inherited it somehow??? Moving on) you were in the realm for redeemed sinners, and with her it means that you lived most of your life envious, jealous of others. I am sorry for the role I most likely played in that, when it came to favouritism.
But one thing that other spirits such as the crows can do is ‘view’ where they can either follow around a living person, or look through the world through their eyes, being able to communicate with whoever they were ‘viewing’. They can either fully choose who they view from a list of individuals their God selected, or be given an assignment to view a specific person. A prime example of this is the voices that Techno heard, they were real and were sent by the Blood God to basically keep an eye on what he was doing.
Okay, next up is the ‘divine’ section, this is where deities and Gods fall under, and if you decide to become a God, we will both belong to the sorta lowest rank, God by proxy. This basically means instead of having an official title we got it either by marriage or from your parents, both adopted and biological. It is possible however for a proxy God to gain an official title, but we are rarely considered for open titles.
To explain what I mean by open titles, except for the Creation Gods (I’ll explain them more later but just know they are the Council) Minor and Major Gods can either lose their title as punishment or they decide to retire the title and go to the afterlife, if a God is punished the Council decide who gets to have the title next but if the God retired they have the choice to either let the Council decide or to pick their successor themselves. When they do decide to pick themself, they often go for Minor Gods (if the title used to belong to a Major God), Deities (immortals who don’t really have a title at all) or a spirit that worshipped them in life, then served them in death.
The main reason being that due to proxy Gods already having connections that even some minor Gods don’t get. For example, it is more likely that you will inherit some sort of power that will awaken if you do decide to accept Godhood that will be linked to whatever title you are given. It also will probably be a cooler title than me, I’m kinda just put down as ‘Consort of Death’ and that’s about it, but you will probably have ‘Son of Death’ at the end so we’ll kinda match.

Next on the ranking is Deities, these tend to be the children of two Immortals who tend to decide to occupy the Mortal Plane rather than any of the afterlife or divine ones. There’s not really a lot known about them, except that sometimes they have abilities given to them that are a mix or a minor thing from their parents, but even then it’s a spectrum. For example, if one is the child of let’s say, the God of Water and the God of Lava, there isn’t a guarantee that they’ll automatically be the God of Cobblestone or Obsidian unless selected for the role, so they could instead have anything from the ability to control the direction either liquid (is lava a liquid?), know if it’s about to rain or be able to smell if there is lava in a mile radius of them.

Next on the ranking is Minor Gods, they are immortal, divine, and have a title, but it tends to only be for one specific thing. A prime example being flowers, each flower likely has a corresponding Minor God that represents them, but they all have to answer to their Major God, the God of Nature. One thing that these Minor Gods tend to do is if they have enough time or feel a strong enough connection to a mortal, they can become a Patron God. This basically means they occupy the plane between the mortal and divine ones and watch over the mortal they selected, in rare cases they could also be asked by a Major God to watch over a mortal of the Major’s choosing. I have only really heard of one case of this though, and it was apparently the Minor God of Potatoes? But apparently the overlap between them and the Major God worked out for them a bit so that’s good at least (there is a rumour the two had a joint cult for a while but people keep changing the story on who the Major God was which is annoying).

Next up are Major Gods, they tend to be more ‘umbrella term’ Gods in a way, using the earlier example, the God of Nature is the God for every bit of nature, including grass, crops (mostly the ones you can forage in the wild), trees, birds, sheep, kelp and dolphins. For hostile mobs it gets a bit odd though, cause no one is really sure if they belong to Nature or not. One Major God that isn’t really on the divine side of things is the God of Corruption. They are actually the boss/Dad (I’m not sure which it is, Immortals use both) of the Seven, aka Lady Evaline and her siblings. They are also the creator of the Egg, so those two are technically double on the ‘we exist due to this guy’ thing, but what makes the Seven interesting is that they are kinda the highest ranking demons due to how they have a direct line of communication to a God.
Below them are the rest of the Demons, who deal with either causing mischief on the Mortal Plane or punishing sinners who didn’t redeem themselves before they died. I don’t know a lot about these guys but apparently they have a Matriarchy system so all I do know is if you meet a Demon Queen or Princess, they are extremely powerful and pissing one off is a way to basically sign your death certificate. Bonus fact about this lot, there is only one record of a Demon by proxy existing, who is the only mortal to marry a demon with permission from the Council, as her wife was a mortal who died then came back to life as a demon, but in the time between her death and resurrection the proxy Demon avenged her while pleading with the Gods for a chance to spend the rest of her days by her wife’s side. I mostly know it cause the God of Love told me about it when I met them (it was when I wanted to marry your Mother, the Council decided to test to see if I really loved her and since I saw the God of Love in the form of Kristin they knew she was the thing I loved the most in the universe, it was a whole thing) and apparently they have a monthly catch up with the pair.
Now, the lowest of the low in both categories are sinners who didn’t redeem themselves even though they were given plenty of chances to, and are therefore punished for their choices, but there is a rank below them, that is just called Sinners. They are marked as being far beyond the point of redemption, and I would say what I know about them, but that’s the whole thing. No mortal or mortal turned immortal being remembers them. They are hunted down by the Seven for their crimes, then removed from history, no name left behind, no bones left behind, just a dark stain on the ground marking their existence, even in the memories of those who did know them. Only evidence they really existed is a shadow figure, with every negative thing they did highlighted, cause the majority of the time they tend to have been abusive so there is a theory that it’s to help those they hurt heal, but I don’t know how effective that is though. Cause I don’t know if you can really get closure if you don’t remember what hurt you.
I’m sorry I didn’t mean for it to get so dark, but I felt like you deserved to know because Missa and your Mother made a trade with the Seven, you see they are really protective of the souls of redeemed sinners. It makes sense since they are forced to deal with the worst beings when they are able to see and take care of those who were able to turn around from the path they were going down, and they don’t want to see them get hurt again. So when they asked to have you back, the Seven said they would but only if Missa helped them hunt down one such Sinner who was on the run. I don’t know if Missa or your Mother will ever tell us the details about who exactly the Sinner was, but there is one thing I am certain about. If I knew it meant getting you back, I’d likely have joined the hunt. You are very precious to me Tommy, and I’m proud to call you my son.’

“I feel like I’m forgetting something,” while Phil raked his brain trying to find the forgotten bit of information, his clothes were yanked by a murder of crows trying to get his attention, “Okay guys what?”

The entire swarm of crows quickly flew up to the statue Phil had built in this mysterious land, a giant diamond sword, with a crown resting on the hilt while a red royal robe was hanging off of it.
“Ah, that’s right. Bit more of a light ending I think with that.”

‘And then there is the final group of Immortals, who have a chance to kinda belong to all three, who are their own special category. Ghosts of Fallen Champions, they basically are mortals whose identities were tied with the God they worshipped the most and in turn were favoured the most, a prime example being Technoblade. A gift or reward that is given to them by their God when they do pass is this title. It basically means that as long as the memory of that God lives on, so do they. And if a God does have a Fallen Champion linked to them, regardless of if they lose or retire the title, it is extremely likely for the Champion to get the title. Unfortunately, they are also limited in their ability to view things, but if there is even a sign in a world referencing them or a simple discussion about them, they can see that world. I don’t think I ever told Tallulah or Chayanne about that, which really upped the emotions when I saw the mini shrine Tallulah made.
Now, this is where I’m gonna leave this off. If you want more details you can ask me directly, but for now, I have to go. The crows have reminded me of something I promised to do before I get back to you all. I will leave you with one final thing.

Make your choice in your own time mate, there’s no rush for this.’

With a final full stop being marked with the ink on the quill, Phil carefully closed the book, and in the leather cover etched four simple words, ‘A Guide For Tommy.’

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Hello all, sorry that this isn't a full chapter but due to university it's a bit chaotic atm so not sure when the next update will actually be, however, I wanted to pop in to say two things very quickly.

ONE - Thank you all so much for checking out this fanfic, it legit makes me so happy to see that you are enjoying it, as a special little thank you if you wish you can comment a question on this chapter and you will get a reply from me that is two options. 1) A real answer of a varying level of vague or 2) A simple 'There is a plan for you to get this answer later in the fic'

TWO - If any of you would be interested in expanding your viewing options as canonical ghosts, I am currently part of an SMP called Cash Grab, and on August 25th at 1pm EST, assuming that nothing comes up you should be able to see me from the POV of one of my friends competing to get the dragon egg for the cash prize of $250USD (Which is where it gets its name). I don't have a setup atm that would allow me to feel comfortable streaming without it all catching fire, so please check out my friends on Twitch. Their names are Jenenic, Avoma, Pool_Pis53r, Bonkers_Stonkers, Relicgg_, giuseppecraft_, or if you want you can try just searching Cash Grab on Twitch. There will be at least a few streams on the SMP leading up to it so you might even be able to catch me laughing along with my friends while time zone differences either mean I just woke up or am very sleepy :P. None of them know I'm doing this, but if you do check it out, would be funny if you said I sent you from AO3 cause I haven't told any of them I write fanfics (I don't think I have at least) so that could really confuse them lmao.

To explain a little bit as to why I am doing this little shout-out, the 25th marks three weeks of the server being open. I was invited on day four when the rest of the invites were closed, including an admin even saying no more people were being added. I only got in because of these guys due to Jen saying "We should add more girls" (she was the only girl) and Giuseppe instantly saying "We should get LMK on", and hearing that while I was watching Jen's stream + when Pool (1 of the server admins) joined the group vc with them. I heard all of these guys convince Pool to add me I felt so grateful for them all and that grew every time they helped me get on my feet in those first few days. I am so happy that my old friends got me into this server and that I have made new ones on it, so even getting a few new viewers for them makes me feel like I can show my gratitude a little bit. It's also a little funny how it basically went "No more people are being added" "Can we please let LMK in?" "... One more person can get in."

Thank you all for reading, and thank you again if any of you do check out my friends' streams (they are all very funny people, just be prepared to hear them insulting each other. It's all love and good times I swear!) and thank you for enjoying my silly little QSMP au.

additionally, there is a totally optional thing, but they are doing a vote (i think it's between viewers voting and having a judge system atm but voting is most likely) to see who wins the base-building contest so if we somehow rig that, it'd be funny af cause I get money for that too and this author is broke. (/j for legal reasons, Pool and Pierce please don't ban me for rigging a vote and please let me back for season 2 XD)

Edit: I have no idea if this will alert people that it's been edited, but in case it has, the time has been moved back slightly to 5:30pm EST due to overlap with a different event most of the server is in

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Chapter Seven: Choices

The first thing Tommy checked when he woke up was the time. 6am, late enough to get away with being up, too early for the kids to be up. He was starting to get the hang of putting on then getting dressed with his new leg, and when he did go to the kitchen to start something for breakfast, he was surprised to see Phil already at work.

“Oh, good morning mate, want some scrambled eggs?” Being far too early to respond vocally to the older blonde, Tommy settled for a nod before taking a seat at the dinner table, watching as Phil cooked “How was watching the kids?”
“Good, there was a birthday celebration for a virtual singer.”
“Ah, Miku?” A tired nod gave him his answer “Thought so, Jaiden loves her stuff.”
“Hmm.”
“... Actually, since the kids will probably take a while before they wake up, is it okay if we go up to the roof later? Want to talk to you about something.”
“Oh… Okay.”

After an awkwardly silent breakfast of eggs, Tommy and Phil quietly made their way through Chayanne and Tallulah’s room to go up to the roof, where the rising sun painted the sky a beautiful shade of orange.
“So… What’s up old man?”
“Okay… Okay, so… Sorry not sure how to do this. Uh basically, you remember how your mother and Missa had to get you back from the dead?”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, uh, were you told anything about how the afterworld system works?”
“Yeah, Evaline told me a little bit.”
“Okay great, that’s a great start, uh… Fuck it, rip the bandage off technique, the Council that basically rules over the Gods have decided to offer you Godhood.”
“... What?”
“Yeah, it’s a whole weird thing where even though your mother is a God, they decide if the half-mortal kids count… I uh… I made a book that explains a little bit if you’d like it.”
“... Yes please,” through the daze of confusion Tommy was experiencing, he felt the book being placed in his hands, the weight grounding him back into the present “But… Why now?”
“They have decided that your sacrifice, your behaviour in the afterlife, and how much you were missed made you worthy… However, it is entirely up to you, if you don’t want it you are free to say no, you can take as long as you need to think about it.”
“... Okay.”
“... Would it help if I took the kids out for the day? Give you some time here at the base to think alone?”
“... I’d like that.”
“Okay.”

Two hours later, Tommy waved Tallulah, Chayanne and Phil off, before being left to his own devices. He couldn’t really figure out what else to do except lay down in his bed, looking up at the ceiling as he tried to piece it all together. After about an hour, he remembered the letter from Missa. Thinking it might help his mind focus on something other than ‘Holy shit, I could be a God’ he opened the envelope to read the paper inside.

It read as follows:
Dear Tommy,
I don’t really know you, but I do know this. From what Phil has told me, you had to grow up way too fast. I’m so sorry that happened, but I hope you can maybe experience some of your lost childhood while hanging out with your siblings. Honestly, I don’t really know Tallulah either, when I was last online we only had one child, so technically having three is quite the jump.
On that note actually, I have no idea what you want to call me, but if you want to just call me Missa, that’s totally chill. Where was I… Ah yes, assuming he hasn’t chickened out and you didn’t read this before his news (if that is the case, stop reading!) Phil has told you of the offer. It may seem like a big thing, and sometimes it is, but it can also just be seen as a new stage in life. My official job is being a reaper of souls, so I work closely with your mother, and if you are even a tenth of the God your mother is, the universe is headed in a fantastic direction.
I would also like to thank you for being such a great brother to the kids, you don’t have much to go off of in terms of what makes a good older brother, but you are fantastic at it.
With the blessings from the universe,
Missa.

The good mood from Missa’s then inspired him to read the book from Phil. Tommy laughed a little bit at the cursive on the top but also felt a little touched at how Phil had made this book just for him, and it wasn’t just a guide for everyone who got the offer like he thought, this was something Phil made just for him. Totally without a few happy tears in his eyes, Tommy started to read. Hours later, around 3pm, his family returned earlier than expected, he went out to greet them and was surprised to see Phil rushing around the storage room collecting random items that he then transferred into his backpack.

“Hey… What’s going on?”
“Oh hey Tom, sorry, I need to pack this before I forget, I need to leave tomorrow morning. It’s very last minute and I’m so sorry about that but I need to do a mission, Etoiles thinks we might have a lead about the weird message he got the other day so he asked me to go help him, it’s a long journey so will probably be a few days, so we might be gone for a week or a little bit more than that. Tubbo was there so he has offered to help you take care of the kids, and according to both of them you did a great job so while I am kinda thrusting this onto you I have total trust that you’ll do amazing,” Phil’s panicked speech continued, but it became background noise while Tommy processed what was happening, he was about to be left to care for the kids on an island he knows is filled with powerful mobs, if his first day is anything to go off of. He wanted to protect them… He also wanted Phil there when he did this.
“Um, Phil… I have a question about the stuff we talked about this morning?” Tommy asked, conscious of how Chayanne and Tallulah were in the room with them, helping Phil pack spare bags just in case, unsure of if they had any idea about the Gods or not.
“Huh? Oh yes that, what about it mate?” Tommy somehow had blessed timing, with Phil finishing up just in time to give Tommy his full attention.
“How… How long does it take?”
“Ah well, you will kinda fall asleep for a bit, the least amount of time is three hours, max is twelve, from what I’ve been told.”
“Can… Can we do it today? So that it’s all sorted before you have to go?”
“... Oh… Oh yeah, yeah we… We can do that… Are you sure you don’t want to-”
“I’m sure.”
“... Okay.”
“Um… What are you guys talking about?” The adults glanced down at the confused pair of faces on the kids.
“Ah, well, you guys remember what I’ve told you about how Missa, Kristin and I are not exactly like you two?”
“Yeah?”
“Tommy has been given the chance to be like us, and he wants to take it… Are you absolutely-”
“Yes.”
“Okay… Come on Tom, might be easier if you are in your bed for this.”

And so they went to do just that, and then when Tommy was laying down in his bed, they had debated taking his leg off in case it did take a while, but Tommy insisted that even if it turned out to be a bad choice later, he’d just rest his leg the next day, and so it stayed on. While Tommy lay there, Phil gave him a careful talk about what he was probably going to see, and what he was expected to say, which was mainly to be respectful of the Council and to thank them. Tommy felt like he was about to throw up out of nerves, and it must have been visible on his face because Phil took his hand, squeezing lightly to give some sense of comfort.

“Don’t worry, we’ll be here when you wake up… Now fair heads up, it is gonna feel a bit weird.”
“I can deal with that.”
“I know you can mate… Okay, so repeat after me. I, Tommy, am ready to answer the Council’s call,” one deep breath in for courage.
“I, Tommy, am ready to answer the Council’s call.”

Suddenly the room started to spin, making Tommy feel nauseous as he tried to keep focusing on Phil’s face, before slowly his vision was lost, a dark void embracing him like an old friend.

‘Too late to back out, like a bitch.’ Tommy thought, trying to hype himself up.

After the nausea cleared, and his vision returned, Tommy found himself on a cross between a bridge and a hallway. The floor, pillars and roof were all quartz, the railing was simply just smooth quartz slabs too high up to jump over, the sun’s reflection was nearly blinding. While the cloudless blue sky was soft but he felt unsettled by the complete lack of wind he felt. A quick look over the edge greeted Tommy with an endless void of sky, like this structure he was in was the only one in this world. At one end of the area he stood was what looked to be a garden, while on the other was a pair of giant dark oak doors, the dark brown standing out against the pure white surroundings. Feeling drawn to the doors, Tommy walked to them, and right as he went to push them open they did on their own.

“Enter Tommy,” the new voice felt like it was surrounding Tommy, almost like it was his own thoughts.
‘Ah fuck, okay we doing this,’ After taking a deep breath Tommy stepped forth into the room, where the quartz floor transitioned into spruce planks. Above him, he saw a platform that contained fifteen Gods, all dressed in white robes with masks on, each one holding a different symbol.
“Tommy, Son of the God Kirstin of The Dead and her consort, you have been granted the opportunity to be gifted Godhood by the Council you stand before, are you here to accept this gift?” Going off of how the one in the very centre with a sun symbol on their mask moved their arms as Tommy heard the voice again, he assumed that was who he was meant to address.
“I am, and I thank the Council for giving me this gift.”
“Do you swear to not abuse any powers you are granted?” While the voice sounded the same, this time the one with scales on their mask leaned forward.
“Yes, and I also swear to only use them in the most dire of situations.”
“I like this kid,” Scales' shoulders shook, showing they were the one who had laughed.
“Well, as we already have agreed you were worthy of Godhood and the title, we shall proceed, Life, you have the honours this time,” Sun turned to face one with a tree in a circle on their mask.

In a flash, they appeared in front of Tommy.
“AH FUCK!” Startled, Tommy took two steps back, reeling at the looming figure who he could now see was twice his height, at twelve feet tall. The hall erupted into laughter, the echoing voices that surrounded Tommy causing a light headache.
“Ah, apologies Tommy, should have prepared you a bit more for that,” Tree/Life reached a hand up to their face, before they slowly took off their mask and hood, revealing a shining white light, that while it was bright didn’t blind him, before settling for a kind looking face, with long purple hair reaching her waist “I am Cupquake, God of Life, and I have been selected to grant you Godhood and your title. Are you certain you are ready for this gift?” Her voice changed, no longer surrounding him, now it felt like she was actually addressing him. It felt calming.
“I am, and I thank you once again Council for this gift.”
“Then I hereby named you Tommy, Son of the God Kirstin of The Dead and her consort, the Child of the Between,” she placed a golden ring around Tommy’s head, a feeling of warmth spreading throughout his body, “Now please close your eyes, and when you reopen, you will be a God.”

And so he did.

He then felt a light breeze on his face.

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Chapter Eight: Seven Greetings

When Tommy opened his eyes, he was welcomed to the sight of grassy hills that slowly went down in height until it reached the ocean, where the bay was lined with a town populated with buildings that Tommy struggled to identify from where he stood due to how far away he was, and beneath his feet was the start of a gravel path. Turning around to look where the path led, it just went up to a house that looked like a new building type was added when a new style became popular. The front door was attached to what looked to be a small room made of cobblestone (that would have been beautiful enough if Tommy had a say) with a castle-like tower atop, but what drew Tommy’s eyes in more was the door itself, the base too dark to be made with dark oak, that acted like a frame for the stained glass window that took up almost all of the space, leaving room only for the rose-gold handle.
The glass depicted an image of a pale woman with brown hair wearing a mint green dress, who had a dagger raised high in the air with both hands holding onto it like she was about to bring it down to stab someone, while two pitch black arms were wrapped around her torso as if she was being hugged from behind. After snapping himself out of his awe, he looked at the rest of the house to the left it looked Victorian and had a greenhouse that turned towards the ocean, built upon a foundation of giant stone bricks where the hill sloped down, and to the right it was brick with vines of roses climbing up, the colours creating a gradient of red to white, with window boxes populated with cornflowers, alliums, lilies of the valley and flowers Tommy had never seen before, not even in Tallulah’s garden.
But as Tommy did turn his head to look at more of the house, he saw a second path, where he saw someone walking up. A lady wearing a cloth bonnet decorated with flowers attached to a pink ribbon tied under her jaw, the sides covering her face due to her facing away from Tommy while golden curls sprawled across her back. Her skin was pale, and around her neck was a simple black choker necklace, Tommy spotted what he thought was at first lace decorating the edges, but the longer he looked the more he started to believe it was actually her skin, with tendril-like spirals of pitch black staining her skin, that moved like smoke from a candle. She wore a pink shawl and a long Regency-style purple coat, and when she walked the coat parted slightly to reveal a pink skirt. Almost as if she could tell she was being watched, she suddenly stopped.

“Ah, I was wondering where you would end up when you accepted, hello Tommy,” the lady turned to face Tommy, her eyes were as blank and white as Bad’s, Dapper’s and Evaline’s, her bright pink lips curled into a smile, “I see you said yes to Godhood, it is an honour to be the first to greet you, I am Loveday, I am the guardian of the plane of Lust, leader of The Seven, and a loyal follower and the eldest child of the God of Corruption.”
“... None of what you just said matches the vibe your outfit gave, to be honest,” Tommy’s confession was met with Loveday laughing, with a few moments mimicking the distorted voice he remembered Evaline having.
“That is because I am not in uniform, this is more of a casual form, I would invite you in but I think you are about to be taken to your next stop.”
“What do you mean-” Before Tommy could finish he felt what was almost like a tug on the back of his shirt, making him fall over onto his back, but instead of grass or gravel, he fell onto wooden planks.

Startled, he quickly sat up, now finding himself on a pirate ship, with no one around. Until he heard a door behind him open.

“Oh! I’m so sorry here,” Tommy was quickly lifted up from behind and placed back onto the deck on his own two feet, the voice sounded slightly distorted a bit like Evalines “Didn’t think they were sending you to us first.”

Turning around to see who had helped him, Tommy was greeted by a demon, but unlike the ones he had met before this one was shorter (even though this one easily had at least one foot taller than Tommy) and plump, wearing puffy pirate style shirt, an orange sash, dark pants and leather boots, their horns were also shorter, resembling cow horns. Their round face held an expression of worry “Ahhh, how did Genji say we were supposed to greet new people- Ah! Yes, hello, I am Gwaine, I use he and him pronouns, I look over the souls of redeemed sinners of Gluttony, I am a part of the Seven, and am a loyal follower of my Dad- I mean the God of Corruption.”
“Um hi… Sorry a bit dizzy, what is going on exactly?”
“Oh! Loveday didn’t get to explain it to you, basically since you have accepted Godhood you are going on a quick tour of everyone you work with now, and it seems you are working in the area that relates to the dead and spirits but- oh be careful, you’re off again!”
Slightly more prepared this time, when he felt the familiar pull he planted his legs to the floor in order to not fall over again, and in a blink, he found himself in the middle of a desert.

“Ah, howdy there new guy,” snapping round to look at the owner of the distorted voice, where he was met with the sight of an eight-foot-tall and muscular demon, this one looked like a cowboy, his purple and green swirl badge standing out against his yellow vest, and a pair of tall horns that curved like snakes sticking out of his hat. He towered over Tommy further due to being sat atop a horse that was as tall as Tommy was.
‘The voice must be a common trait for demons… Except for Bad,’ Tommy quickly pushed away the thought to avoid going down a spiral of thoughts in favour of beating the new demon to the punch “Hello, are you also a guardian of souls?”
“Indeed I am, the name’s Wáltar, horse’s Estrella, this here desert is our realm, I belong to the same groups as my siblings, quite a few you’ve met before, heck you’ve met one I haven’t met yet, and while we don’t know what exactly are the powers you’ve inherited, I suggest being prepared for either seeing, speaking or managing some ghosts, as a child of the God of The Dead, I think that’s most likely your future. You should get a few more details in a bit.”
“Oh… Thanks.”
“No need to thank me, kid also, enjoy the next stop, those two have been wondering when they’d see you again.”
“Wait what-” With a new familiar pull and a blink, Tommy found himself once again in the room he talked to Evaline in when she explained to him that he had died, face to face with said demon “Evaline?”
“Congratulations!” Evaline and Egg’s voices cheered at the same time “We were hoping the Council would let you be granted Godhood because to be honest, we didn’t want to have to see you back here again after we saw how much you had missed your Mother when she and Missa had come here.”
“You talked to them to get me Godhood?” he knew the Council, whoever those fuckers were, had approved him becoming a God, but he didn’t know someone not related to him had even said to them he was worthy. Why? Did they want something in return?
“Yep, and we wish we could talk with you more but you still have a few more stops, please tell Pat we say hi!” With a fourth tug and blink, Tommy found himself on a balcony, overlooking a city made of black and grey buildings, illuminated with soul lanterns, but breaking apart the dull colours were train lines, held up by supports made of gold while trains made with iron, diamond, copper and emerald blocks chugged along. But then Tommy heard a muffled voice yell out “FUCK!” that made him turn his head in time to see a pair of golden doors open.
“I’m so sorry Tommy I didn’t think it would send you out here,” this time the demon who greeted him had a bob, a pair of ram-like horns and wore a short-sleeved white button-up shirt and high-waisted blue slacks “Please, come inside or step further away from the edge, if you fall off when you are next pulled my heart will probably beat again just to give me a heart attack.”
“Oh okay,” Tommy quickly walked into the building, and as he stepped into the room with walls of deepslate engraved with floral patterns made with lapis, the doors being closed behind him “So, who are you?”
“I am Genji, I use she and they pronouns-”
“Oh, you are the one who told Gwaine to do that.”
“Is he the only one who listened to that?”
“... Maybe,” with an amused sigh, Genji brought a hand up to rub their face.
“Oh well, as I was saying, I watch over the realm of sinners who once fell to Greed, I am loyal to the Seven, the God of Corruption and to my boss, the God of Chaos.”
“Chaos? I thought you guys only served Corruption?”
“The others do, but I like working with the God of Chaos. He is a bit of a dick sometimes but he has a good eye for business.”
“Why do you work with business if you look after people who used to be greedy?”
“Everyone here has what they need to be comfortable, but some end up missing going to work and having some structure to their life, so they work for fun now, instead of for money. I would explain a bit more but I can tell you are about to get taken away so here,” Genji quickly took Tommy’s hand, placed some sort of coin in it then closed his fist before he could look at it closely “Don’t look at that till you get back home, put it in your pocket or something.”
“Oh okay,” just as Tommy did put the mystery coin away, he was once again pulled, and now he found himself in a… Train station. It looked different to the one back on the Island, this one was smaller, had no roof but a metal bridge that went over the track to the other side, had brick buildings next to the platforms, and side-by-side tracks went off with both leading into the gravel-covered horizons. It looked like this train station was in the middle of nowhere.
“Hello,” with a totally manly yell of surprise, Tommy turned around to find a person in a wheelchair looking up at him, they wore a simple paperboy cap that covered dark brown curls, had a purple button-up coat on and a long black skirt if it weren't for their blank white eyes and the black sun-shaped spot on their forehead, Tommy would have mistaken them for a human “Oh, sorry for spooking you, I am Pat, welcome to the train station of the ghosts, this is where spirits go if they wish to make their case for why they should be elsewhere in the universe after they die, they just come to talk to me and I give them the tickets they need. Nice to meet you, Tommy.”
“Hi, um, Evaline and Egg say hi too.”
“Aww, that’s nice, but yeah unlike my siblings I work out here, my guys kinda just enjoy looking out for each other so don’t need me, also before I forget, please take these,” reaching into their coat pocket for a moment, Pat pulled out five little tickets, “I’ve been told to hand these over to you so you can pass em on, you haven’t quite met who they are for yet but I hope you help them get onto the right train later.”
“Oh thanks, so since the others said you were a part of the seven, is there one more person for me to meet?” Tommy asked as he moved the tickets into the same pocket as the coin.
“Kinda yeah, unfortunately, our youngest sister is a bit busy with Seven stuff at the moment so you are skipping her for now, but there is one more stop,” Pat paused to smile “She’s been so excited since she found out Godhood was being offered to you.”

With one more tug, Tommy found himself in a new place, somewhere that he had never been before and yet it felt so familiar. A cottage, on a floating island, floating in the middle of a void. But the void wasn’t cold, it felt almost warm. Before he could look around more, the front door opened and Tommy felt something crash into him, wrapping their arms around him. Before he could freak out, he recognized the figure, it was his Mum. He was with his Mother, she was the final person to greet him into Godhood.
“Hello my little fireball,” Tommy couldn’t see her face, but he could see the shakiness of her crying and hear a smile in her voice “I was so scared I’d lose you again before they granted it to you.”

Feeling his own eyes start to water up, Tommy hugged his mother back, both tightening their grip like if they let go the other would fall to their death. And there they stayed, no words exchanged, just a long-needed hug, until eventually, Tommy felt one final tug before he was dragged back to the Mortal Realm. When he opened up his eyes, he saw the ceiling of his bedroom, turning his head he saw a chair that had been placed there that held the sleeping form of Phil, alongside two mattresses and blankets on the floor where Tallulah and Chayanne slept. Tommy could also swear he heard a few whispers somewhere, then he was suddenly aware of how tired he felt and went to sleep, but even when he woke up the next day he swore he had heard something, but they were the only four in the room.

“What if he can hear us now?”
“If he does, be quiet, he needs rest.”
“I miss having sleepovers.”
“Guys, shh, I’m trying to sleep…” Tommy didn’t recognize any of the four voices, though one sounded a lot closer and not as distant as the rest.

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Hi guys, so this chapter is just me asking some stuff cause I am very on the fence about these things and genuinely want to get your thoughts.

So basically, this fic loosely follows the same timeline as the actual QSMP timeline so we get a bit of the 'Audience knows something the characters don't' here, do you guys want me to do detailed recounts of the days between Phil leaving and the kids going missing, or a quick sorta montage where it kinda glazes over a few details of those days?
Main difference between these two is how long it will take to get to the chapter where they do go missing, but I wasn't sure which would be better cause option one could make it feel more drawn out, while option two could make everything feel rushed. So I decided to get you guys thoughts, which would you prefer?

Second question, thoughts on the relationship tags changing as the story continues?
There won't be major issues with the main story line if there are more relationships added on as we go, the main thing is there may be POV-changed chapters focusing on those relationships, e.g. Bagi and Tina chapter, a Fit and Pac chapter, or maybe even some focusing on Roier and Cellbit cause I haven't actually explored their relationship a lot in this fic yet. A possibility there as well is Mike and Mine, cause Mine does have a special role in this au, and there were streams where she was in control. Do feel free to comment if there are any relationships you'd like to also be explored in this au, and I'll see what I can do. ^-^

Also, thank you all for the two recent milestones that meant I have two funny number screenshots, 4200 and 4269. My university is nearly done for the year, so it will be getting crazy again soon, but fingers crossed that the next time I update isn't next year.

Bonus question, did any of you notice how Phil was addressed by the council? lol

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Chapter Nine: Changes

The next day started with Tommy, Tallulah and Chayanne seeing Phil off, the small family waking up early enough to see the first rays of sunlight shine from the top of the Wall. It was there that Phil informed Tommy that as a safety precaution in case Tommy hadn’t woken up when Phil had to go, Tubbo was brought on as another guardian to help while he was gone and that they should expect to see him later in the day. After being reassured by Tommy that he was okay, and by all three of his children that they would take care of each other, Phil left.

Once the older blond man was out of sight, Tommy convinced Tallulah and Chayanne to try to get some more rest, the pair agreeing so long as they could sleep on the mattresses in his room again. Unfortunately for Tommy, it seems that even with the steps they took before he met with the Council, he still somehow slept funny, resulting in a pain in his back that prevented him from getting some more rest. So instead, he read the tasks he would have to complete for the day, and after he carefully walked out of his room, he opened up his comm to read what was in store for them that day.

1 - Feed the baby food with onion as an ingredient
2 - Visit the museum
3 - Deliver a gift to a friend
4 - Teach the baby a life lesson
5 - Tell the baby a bedtime story about identity

And so in the natural light from the kitchen window, Tommy sat at the table and made a plan for the day. For the first task, he would ask the kids when they woke up again what they would like to eat for that. For the second task, while he had a vague memory of the museum from the tour he got on the first day, he would ask the kids to confirm the details just in case. For the third, maybe they could go give something to Tubbo at his base, go see him before Tubbo could come over. He’d probably have to think more about the fourth task, the only life lessons he’s ever learnt are ones he hopes he doesn’t have to see either of them have to use. As for the last one… He’ll wait till bedtime to figure that one out.

“He looks like a nerd,” hearing that voice snapped him out of his focus, paranoia setting his senses into hyperdrive, ready to take his sword out if needed.
“No, he doesn’t, he isn’t even doing the fucking corkboard and string shit Cellbit does,” carefully scanning the room, Tommy didn’t see anyone in the room with him.
“Hey! Don’t make fun of Cellbit,” a third bodiless voice.
“Oh yeah? Make me-”
“Who's there?” Tommy asked the seemingly empty air.
After about thirty seconds of silence, he heard the first voice speak up again.
“Is he talking to us-”
“Yes, I am, where are you? Spying on us with invis pots?” It’s easy to do, Tommy knows from experience.
“... Holy shit you can hear us.”
“Yeah no shit I can, now who are you?” He wanted to yell the question out, but his siblings didn’t deserve to be rudely awoken to the sounds of him screaming.
“... My name’s Hope,” a fourth new voice, this one a lot quieter and yet rougher than the other three, almost like they weren’t used to talking at all.
“I’m Tilín,” the second voice spoke.
The first voice followed, “My name is Juana.”
“I’m Trumpet,” a fifth voice replied.
“And I’m Bobby!”

“Oh fuck.”

Tommy came to the conclusion he was going insane as a side effect of whatever it truly was he signed up for last night. He had heard voices of other people before in his mind, hell he’d even hallucinated other people before, but never people he hadn’t ever met before. So he did what he deemed best at that moment, and started to ignore the voices. He wasn’t doing that great a job at that, but he did stop responding to them at least.

Eventually, he heard the door open behind him, revealing a half-awake Tallulah with messy hair. Wordlessly (or well, signless-ly) she hands Tommy a hairbrush from her inventory and she sits in the chair next to him. Understanding what she was going for, he got up stood behind her and started to brush out her hair. He could still hear the whispers talking about the pair, but he focused on the task at hand to block them and their bickering out. When there was no longer anything to really brush, he started to braid her hair instead, trying to remember the way Techno taught him to do when he was trusted with this very task, but in a time that felt decades ago. Her hair was curlier than he was used to working with, so it ended up being a pretty messy braid.

“Okay, I don’t know how good a job I’ve done, want to check in the mirror so you can judge my skills?” Tommy asked, that was quickly met with a nod before the girl rushed out of her chair to the bathroom.
As he started to follow her, he instead quickly saw her running at him, and braced himself, being met with a hug and a text bubble above her head ‘I love it!’
“He did a good job.”
“Shut the fuck up, Juana, you just like braids.”
“I’m glad you like it, want to go do something while we wait for Chayanne to wake up, or wait here in the house for him?”
‘Wait here for him.’
“Cool, that’s the plan then-”
“Hello?! Anyone here?” A voice that Tommy vaguely remembered asked outside, but before Tommy could ask who it was, he saw Tallulah rush to the door to get out onto the roof.
“APÁ!” The Bobby ghost yelled out.
‘Okay, so this person is a friend, good,’ Tommy thought before he got up and followed Tallulah up onto the roof.
“Hola Tallulah, did you sleep well? Oh, hello again Tommy,” outside Tommy saw a man wearing a red and black outfit, including a black bandana wrapped around his forehead, who stood next to Richas, the child excitedly talking with Tallulah.
‘Oh fuck I forgot this guys name,’ Tommy thought before answering in a tone that he hoped sounded like he knew this man “Hey mate, what brings you here?”
“Ah, well I decided to help with Richas’s list today, and we realised that there was one task we could do that would help someone else get one done, and since you guys are gonna be without Phil for a few days we decided it would be you who we help,” Red and black guy answered, his energy making Tommy start to feel excited by proxy “Richas, want to give Tallulah and Tommy the gifts?”
“Oh yeah! Pa Roier and I made these for you guys,” and out of Richas’s inventory, he pulled out twelve long package-like things that seemed to be wrapped with… Leaves? “These are tamales, they have onions in them so it counts to today’s food quest, and since we are giving them to you, we are gifting them to a friend!” Richas explained while he handed them over to Tallulah, who put them into her own inventory with a smile.
‘Thank you!’ she quickly signed before hugging Richas.
“Aw, no need to thank us, buen provecho, bueno?” Roier said with a laugh, which was answered with a thumbs up from Tallulah “Do you guys want to come with us to the museum?”
“Ah, yeah sure, though we are waiting for Chayanne and Tubbo to wake up first,” Tommy awkwardly answered.
“Oh that’s okay, is it okay if we wait with you or would you like to just message us when you are ready to go?”
“Uh, sure, we can wait together.”

About an hour of waiting later, Tubbo had joined them, and upon hearing that Chayanne was still asleep decided that the boy had slept long enough, so he decided to wake him up while everyone else waited on the roof. A few minutes later they saw a notification in chat that Tubbo had been downed, so they went to go make sure that the rudely awakened Chayanne didn’t fully kill Tubbo. Once Tubbo’s safety was confirmed, they gave Chayanne some privacy to get dressed. And so the group of six went to do their next quest for the day, visiting the museum.

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Chapter Ten: The Spirits Work In Mysterious Ways

Inside the building of quartz and copper, Tubbo and Tommy were guided around being shown paintings made of the members of the server. The art wasn’t consistent in style, which made more sense when Tommy noticed that they were all made by different artists, but there were two paintings that stuck out the most to the blonde. The first was one that featured him along side the other new residents of the island with text that read ‘Welcome 2 the QSMP’ that Tommy would admit was pretty fucking cute and cool. The other painting that took his interest however, had far more bullying material tied to it.
“Richas, what’s this art of you with Pac and Fit?” Roier asked with an amused tone.
“I was playing cupid, Pai gave Fit roses,” Richas answered with a bright smile.
“Oh Gods fucking damnit, I swear if Fit get’s a boyfriend before me-!” Tubbo yelled with false annoyance, but it sparked a funny idea for Tommy.
“We could beat him to it and get married.”
“... What the fuck Tommy.”
“What?! You were just saying you didn’t want Fit to get a boyfriend before you, why not beat him and get a husband first.”
“... NO!”
“Sigh, do you see this you guys? He’s breaking my heart,” despite how he wanted to sound, it was obvious that he was fighting back a laugh, as were the others around them.
‘And here I thought we were going to have the second wedding on the server, so sad,’ Tallulah’s response broke Chayanne’s, causing the younger blonde to curl up laughing on the floor.
“Yeah, it's been a while since Cellbit and I got married, it would have been nice to have another wedding,” Roier teased.
“What the fuck is this shit?! Did Phil’s will say you fuckers get cash if you marry me?! What the fuck!!!” Tubbo’s annoyed screeching paired with the laughter of five people echoed through the museum.

An hour or so later, they said goodbye to Roier and Richas and headed to where Tubbo was basing so that they could tick a few more things off the quest list while Tubbbo could continue working on his big plan.
“Okay, next on the list that I think we could do now is ‘Teach the baby a life lesson’ but I’m not sure-”
“Don’t worry Tom, I got this. Okay you two, no matter what you do, don’t spend a million dollars on a minecraft server.”
“... Tubbo, have you done that?”
“... Maybe.”
“What the fuck?”
“Okay, let me explain-” this led to at least two hours of Tubbo explaining what was going through his head when it came to creating the game based server that he had named Tubnet. While he was distracted Tallulah and Chayanne ticked off the task to gift a friend something, with Tallulah placing a flower crown on the ranting brunette’s head, and Chayanne handing Tubbo some diamonds so that his Godfather had money.

Eventually the sun started to set which left them with two sleepy children and one last task to carry out.
“Okay, a bedtime story about identity… Okay I got an idea, do you have one Tubbo?”
“Unless we want to hear about me being gay or being known as the idiot who spent way too much money on a server, no.”
“Okay, I’ll do it then, might be a bit of a sad story, you guys okay with that?”
A sleepy yes from Chayanne and nod from Tallulah gave him the go ahead to be the storyteller.
“Okay, let’s quickly get you guys cleaned up and ready for bed then back at the house, then when you guys are ready we’ll do that.”

This led them to where they were now, Tommy in the chair between Chayanne and Tallulah’s bed where Phil usually sat, Tubbo sitting on a chest against a wall, and the kids already starting to doze off in their beds. In the soft yellow light, Tommy started his story.
“There was once a boy who was told who he was meant to be by everyone around him, most simply calling him a child, which while true did annoy him because he thought they were looking down on him for being young. But there was one figure who stood out to him, a… Shadow man, who didn’t have a name. The shadow man and the boy were friends, and one day the boy went to a new world where he made other friends so he decided to invite the shadow man to join him. Now, the boy had been known to be a bit mischievous but the shadow man wanted to go further, for he discovered that there were certain potions you couldn’t brew, so he decided to challenge the authority. He called himself and the boy drug dealers. Then when they got in trouble with the admin, the shadow man decided instead of simply no longer brewing potions, he would lead his men into a rebellion, and named the boy a soldier. He led a revolution against the admin and his friends, in the name of what he called freedom. But he didn’t make sacrifices for the cause, instead it was the boy traded both his life and his most precious items in the name of the indepence, and despite what he sacrificed for the indepence the shadow man craved, he was named Treasury of The State, which isn’t really a real thing at all.

One day the shadow man started to feel the tendrils of Wrath, and wanted to prove to all how powerful he was so he held an election, with the promise to the boy that he would be his vice-president. But then something the shadow man didn’t expect to happen did, people ran against him. And one of those people won. Understandably, the new president didn’t trust that the shadow man or the boy would sit quietly, so he exiled the pair.
It was during this exile that the boy started to see who the shadow man really was. The boy was used to the heroic titles the shadow man claimed they did or would have, but as the days went on he started to watch the shadow man get closer and closer to madness. He wanted to believe it was all in his head though so he ignored it, until it was too late. The shadow man decided if he couldn’t have the land he craved, no one else could. He blew it up, then had himself swiftly executed.

It was during this time without the shadow man that the boy started to learn who he was. There wasn’t someone telling him what to do anymore. The changes the shadow man had created however were still in effect. The world was in constant wars, constant tension between the players and their admin, to the point where the admin was imprisoned. The boy believed all the problems would go away if he killed the admin, so he snuck in one day. The boy died in the cell of the admin, but during what he thought would be peace, he was brought back to life by the same admin who killed him.

The boy no longer wanted to fight after that, so instead he went away to try learn who he really was. He wasn’t a soldier, even if his instincts thought he was. He didn’t really feel loved by anyone, for he couldn’t remember being cared for without wanting something from him in return. He had no idea if he was a friend, everything seemed so transactional. So he decided to do something new, he drank a potion of invisibility and watched. He watched his friends laugh and be happy, cry and be distraught. Yell with nothing but rage in their voices, but at first no one noticed he was seemingly missing. After some more watching, listening and one final action, he finally started to figure out who he was.
With time, he started to feel like people cared about him, that they would notice if he disappeared again, and if he did that they would do whatever it took to get him back. It was only then that he started to learn who he really was, what he actually enjoyed doing without the constant pressure of having to survive, but that was when he figured out the first part of his identity that he chose for himself. A survivor.”

Only Tubbo was awake when Tommy finished talking, the long day finally getting to Tallulah and Chayanne, and it was only really Tubbo who knew who the boy in the story was. As quietly as they both could, in the middle of the room, Tubbo and Tommy hugged each other and cried.

They hadn’t had a chance to do that in a long time.

After deciding that he didn’t want to go back to his base, a second bed was set up in Tommy’s room and the pair had a sleepover. They lay in their beds, turned to face one another, and they just talked. They talked until the flame in the lantern burned out and even in the darkness they talked, till eventually their words became tired whispers, and then finally there was quiet. But it was in his sleep that Tommy had a strange dream.

He never opened his eyes in this dream, but he could hear what sounded like a snow storm outside, wind softly rattling the window frames, but wherever he was it was warm, and he could hear the soft crackle of a fireplace, as well as what sounded like someone with heavy footsteps walking around as carefully as they could to not wake him. Eventually, he heard the what sounded like a door opening, the feeling of cold wind rushing over him before a door slammed.
In a muffled whisper, almost like he was underwater, he thought he heard a voice he didn’t recognize tell the person off for slamming the door.
“Oh relax,” another muffled unknown voice replied “Due to how I brought him into this plane so he can’t really wake up, well I admit I was aiming for another location but he saw this place as a safe memory which is why we’ve ended up here instead.”
A new pair of footsteps came up to where he was, and he could hear the floorboards creak.
“Hi Tommy, we didn’t get a chance to meet last night. I am Sandra, I am the guardian of those who give in to Sloth,” Sandra’s presence felt close, so he reckoned they were sitting next to him now “Bit more lenient cause it’s not the worst sin, but that means I get more people to watch. So to give you a bit of an explanation which you can pass on to Phil if you want, we discovered that you know about what we do to sinners in regards to removing the memory of them, but the idea we take away everything about them is a misconception. You see, the shadow man that you remember, the guy who was a dick to you but is just a dark blur, he was a real person. Fuck, he was even human. But he eventually became a sinner, and he decided that he was so cool that he could just hide from the consequences of his actions, he even went to a world where no one can really get in except for reapers, cause he did have to kill animals to eat. That was who we made the deal with Missa about. We traded his life for yours, afterall you sacrificed a lot for that guy, multiple lives, your prized possessions, hell you gave him your childhood… So we thought it was fitting that he was sacrificed for you.”
“... Did he bleed?” the whispering person sounded familiar, but he couldn’t place where from.
“Ha! No. We decided to go the corruption route so he mainly became a paste… Ah wait, you know nothing about us, huh Tommy? Okay so basically, if a living thing is bitten by one of The Seven, we kinda inject their blood with what turned us into demons, but because whatever we bit was a living thing it freaks out and basically acts as an acid that dissolves the flesh leaving behind the bones, and if I’m being totally honest with you, we take different parts of the skeleton and separate them, cause then it just reassures the Gods that they won’t get resurrected without permission. We do gross the Gods out too though because being totally real with you dude, slowly corrupting flesh tastes great, but it is a bit of a race against time… Actually ya know what I’m gonna take advantage of our time and just tell you everything about that shit. Corruption does the opposite to dead things, if it believes the new thing it will make shows promise and potential. Prime examples include The Seven, The Egg, D- oh wait you guys don’t know about that one… Ignore that last bit. But slight issue we do have is that the Fe-”
“No time. The sun is starting to rise here.”
“Ah so it is, welp, that’s my que to leave, bye you two,” cold wind and another slammed door followed. Tommy could slowly feel himself waking up, but he felt something get placed in his hand, and a warm touch enveloping his hand to close it, the feeling of being cared for seeping through the limbo of sleep and being awake, and before he did open his eyes he heard one final whisper.
“Keep living.”

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Chapter Ten ½: Work

A day at work usually follows the same routine. Get up, get dressed, exit the apartment and go to the office. It’s quite a large area considering only us four really work here but it’s probably due to how we are the department set to clean up any messes the residents make to the island, and they’ve been pretty respectful of it so far. So it’s just me, the workers and our security guard sitting in a room for hours waiting for a notice from the bosses or other departments that never comes. Except for two days ago that is.

We were given a request from the internal cleaning department for the workers to help them, there has been an accident related to a classified project that they needed some extra hands for. When the two didn’t come back I had to send a follow-up asking when they would be back, the response I got was that the two had been taken to the infirmary but would be returned the next day. True to their word they did come back with bandaged arms.
When asked they described a black substance that wasn’t destroying any of the equipment, furniture or building, but the moment some of it got on a worker it started to burn their skin, so they had to be a bit more careful for a while with what they use their arms for. As such I sent a notice to the higher-ups that should we get a physical assignment in the next few weeks, I would be the one going to fix the issue until they had healed. I was praised for my selflessness and was promised it would be taken into account next time a position opens up in one of the more prestigious construction departments.

I went to bed proud that night.

What makes a monster? Because most nights it feels like it’s the ones who conducted the experiments I have to review for my work. Maybe that’s why one by one everyone who was part of them was replaced, the guilt eating away at them for what they did.

The most striking was one where they had its time in the tanks speed up, had it taken out at the same time as those in test group one, just to be put on the brink of death for two weeks. I honestly had to stop reading for the day when I realised most of the daily updates during that time were three simple works. ‘It’s still screaming.’

And the observers are still surprised that the subject is mute.

Regardless, I no longer have to keep reading now which is good, now I have some physical subjects to work on. Is it ethical, of course not. But it’s worth it for the knowledge we gain from it… If only these people would stop calling me by letters and numbers and by my actual name.

I really should have expected this when I was told I’d get an alternative assignment due to how close I had become with the residents. So now here I am, destined to stay with this frozen lady for the next… Wait what day is it- Ah! Thirteen more days!

I am 86.85% sure I am going insane. But hey! At least I have something to do, even if it’s just building a wheel of fortune, I still haven’t been told what it’s for but I’ll be told when I get back to the Federation as per my instructions. And a big bonus here! I don’t have to wear the mask while I’m here, well at least until the melting process starts, so when that alarm goes off, the mask goes back on.

The tracker is starting to get itchy but I know that I can’t take it off, cause if the rumours are true it will just explode… We should probably have a union that can ask for us to have a safer work environment.

I’m starting to get bored just watching these guys. I miss the drama, at least when Roier and Cellbit were still doing their pre-wedding stuff there was some of that going around. Now the most drama is whatever is going on with the family who lives in the Wall, but even their shit is boring now. Given the documented past between the eldest boy and the father I had expected at least one of them to have murdered the other by now but nooooooo, instead, he’s just being a good caregiver while their dad goes to do whatever the hell he thinks he’s doing.

It’s cute how they think they are uncovering anything we don’t want them to while they unknowingly have trackers in their necks… Well except for the eldest boy, not sure how the workers missed that when they brought him to the island but whatever. On the bright side, I was told to make sure the island I was in charge of is good to go in case they need it just in case, so fingers crossed we can see some bloodshed soon.

They still haven’t gotten back to me if the three missing subjects have been found yet, but given how ‘old’ they would have been when the labs got shut down they would have expired by now. They were just three ‘toddlers’. The only way they’d still be alive is if the gods gave them a miracle and those guys don’t do shit for us mortals.

After checking to make sure that Tommy and Tubbo had gone back to bed and fell asleep with no issue I went back to the kids, where the woman that I’ve come to see as my sister stood watching over them. Our night shift of nearly 170 days (or would it be nights?) has started.

“Any nightmares?” I asked, worried that the story they were told would have triggered their own memories.
“No, nothing close so far… How far do you think Tommy’s reach is gonna go?”
“Why do you ask?”
“Well, we are in the between layers, not as close as the little ones but he was able to hear them almost instantly, most who are granted Godhood have to wait at least a week before anything like that starts to happen.”
“Yeah, but it might just be a case of how we are used to those who only have mortal blood becoming gods, his ties to his mother probably make the process go by faster.”
“I hope you are right… I’m worried.”
“What about?”
“I don’t know what it is, but my mind feels like something big is coming… I haven’t felt this way in a while.”
“When was the last time you felt like this?”
“... It was in the days before I lost my main cult.”
“Well, that isn’t going to happen again. The Federation wouldn’t let these guys die to anything but their own hands, and even they don’t want everyone to die. They’re safe.”
“... I hope you are right, Ama.”

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Operation E.G.G. Files : Test Group Two

Code Name : FLUT3
Status : Alive
Info : Subject 1 of 3 made using donated DNA pairing #2. Due to being the largest of the three, it was selected for Project Borderline, Please see the files for this project for more information. The caregiver selected for the subject was Ş̵̗̝̀͌́́̐í̴̪̈̌n̷̘͕̗̱̿n̴͑̒̌͜͠e̴͓̪̼̟̩̽ŗ̴̝̱͎̾̃̒, however, due to an unexpected absence, FLUT3 ended up in the care of Philza, where it currently remains. It still isn’t talking. The new head of medical experiments has the theory that “All the yelling it did during those weeks has likely ruined their vocal cords”. This theory is acknowledged.

Code Name : P3NC1L
Status : Missing
Info : Subject 2 of 3 made using donated DNA pairing #2. During a power outage that caused its cell to unlock, it ran away. So far, none of the search parties have uncovered their position despite it being two months; chances that the subject is still alive are low.

Code Name : APPL3
Status : Alive
Info : Subject 3 of 3 made using donated DNA pairing #2. Despite being the smallest of the three, it shows the most potential as a possible guard worker in the future. Shot and killed resident FoolishGamer during the presidential election time period, which has resulted in APPL3 having the title of being the first of the Test Groups to assasinate someone. An achievement we didn’t think any of them would get till they at least looked like adults.

Code Name : F00TBALL
Status : Alive
Info : Subject was made using donated DNA pairing #3. Due to a slight issue that the incubation department didn’t catch till it was too late, the subject has a prosthetic leg. All those involved in the mistake are no longer employed. Despite the minor setback, the subject still showcases a natural talent for the sport, and according to the marketing department, it will be “Amazing PR in the future”, which showcases why they used their influence on the project to make a sports star.

Code Name : R3D0
Status : In the medical departments care
Info : Was originally made as both a gift and a test, using DNA from the experiment Quackity/ElQuackity (see files for Operation M.L.B.) and resident Luzu. This time, the subject ended up having an appearance that matched that of resident Luzu, a nice contrast to B0W. In an unexpected twist for most of the Federation, ElQuackity ended up causing serious damage to the subject on Day 149. It can currently be found in the ICU part of the medical department. Current plan for the subject to be kept there until resident Luzu returns and is deemed mentally stable enough for introduction and guardianship.

For more information, see the files for Test Group Two and Test Group Three.

He wasn’t meant to have found these files. That’s all he knows as he holds them. Deep in the tunnels that make up the Federation, he had no idea where the third folder of files was, but all he had was the knowledge of the island’s children. Assuming he didn’t mess up with decoding who each codename belonged to, he now knew that all the jokes residents made of Bobby looking like Roier were actually the truth. That the subject- no, no, child that he had been sent to hunt down and lied about the status of would have been the triplet sibling to Tullulah and Pomme, hell, he now knew that they were sisters! He would admit to a slight feeling of relief that Richas’ leg wasn’t due to anything on purpose, that there was some accountability given in the form of those workers involved getting removed.

He didn’t even want to think about what it meant about Dapper, a kid who was made with a mysterious black substance. There was also a layer of disturbance in how casually whoever put the files together discussed an unknown number of weeks spent screaming. But what horrified him the most was the knowledge that somewhere in the labyrinth of tunnels he was currently within, the younger sibling for a child he never got to meet was here, essentially hospitalised by their own father. And if he had his days right, less than two weeks ago, this all happened… He had a lot to share with the others.