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Drista was going to be in big trouble with XD when she’s done. He had told the young goddess to keep from interfering with the mortals. Except she had gotten close to a teenage boy about her age. If anyone was at fault, it was XD himself for introducing the two. She only could see the boy sparingly, but each time she took note of how he appeared. How he acted. Especially this last time.

His happy exterior was no longer true, but a clear facade for anyone to see. She had blown up a creeper by accident and she watched as he crumbled. Did she break her human? Eventually he calmed but refused to explain what had happened. It didn’t take long before she noticed a white streak in his hair. She didn’t have to ask, having bothered her brother enough to know that one detail. Her human had been taken from the world, only to be forcibly yanked back.

After her last visit, she sat by, watching. Her human was treated horribly and now nobody cared. She grew quite furious when the teen's own father accused him of lying to get sympathy. He accused her human of faking his own death, saying how he was selfish. That was the moment she set her plan in motion. XD would know something was amiss when his own human would go missing.

With a flash, several humans fell into a white room with soft sofas and chairs strewn about. They were all facing a large screen. Tommy, who was, of course, singled out, hadn’t appeared in the pile of messy humans, but off to the side and on one of the chairs. That, of course, made people point the finger at him.

“What did you do, Tommy?” the hybrid with pink hair, Technoblade, growled at her human.

“What makes you think I did something?!” He glared at the pig hybrid.

Before any more accusations were called out, Drista made her human form appear in front of Tommy, “leave him alone! I did this!”

A human, Eret, the former king, scoffed, “how could you have possibly done this?”

Drista smirked, opened her mouth, only to be cut off by George, XD’s human, “Drista, what is this?”

Her face fell, “why you gotta ruin my fun?” She perked up real fast though, “anyway, as George said, my name is Drista! I’m the goddess of chaos and all that fun stuff. This ,” she held her arms wide open, gesturing around before turning and facing Tommy, “is to help my human.”

“I’m sorry, what?! ” Tommy looked at her in confusion and shock. “I’m your what ?”

She smiled softly at the teen, “my human.”

“Oh god,” George groaned out, “not another human obsessed god!”

“I’m sorry, but can we get back on track?” Drista glared at Philza as he spoke, “why are you helping him?”

“You should watch your tone, Philza Minecraft,” her voice was low as she issued her threat. “Death, herself, may love you, but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re playing a very dangerous game.” All was silent for a moment before she brightened once more, “a lot of you don’t seem to understand Tommy, so I decided to show you all some insight!”

Tommy eyed Drista, warily, “what does that mean?”

She turned on her heels, now facing the crowd, “you get to see Tommy’s memories!”

Tommy froze, but his friend(?), a goat hybrid named Tubbo, spoke up, “isn’t that an invasion of privacy?”

“Yeah,” she shrugged, “but it’s for his own good. Plus, since you’re all here, it’s too late to stop it, just delay it.”

“Won’t XD just notice I’m gone and put a stop to this?” George asked.

“He can’t,” she explained, “I mean, he can do something, just not stop you all from seeing this.”

Coincidentally, XD appeared beside Drista, “you’re right, I can’t do anything, but only hand out consequences.” He glanced at Tommy, if he had a mouth, a smirk would’ve formed, “he’ll deal with the consequences of your actions. He won’t die, but,” he paused either being dramatic or just trying to find the right words, “he will suffer.”

Before Drista could respond, the other god vanished. She glanced behind her at her shaking human, “it’s going to be alright. This is going to help, I promise.”

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Once the group of individuals were comfortable , the screen came to life. There was a sharp cry in a dark forest as a figure dodged arrows. They weaved back and forth as rain broke through the leaves, pelting them harshly. Eventually a clearing appeared and the figure shroud in shadows burst through before leaping and soaring into the night sky. Philza Minecraft spread his black wings and carried himself away from the individuals who were chasing him. In his arms was a small bundle of blankets.

As the viewers were confused, Phil glanced down at the bundle. “I’m sorry,” he muttered, “I didn’t know they were capable of such a thing?”

A small whine caught the attention of the audience. The small head of a baby poked his head out, eyes bluer than the bluest skies with a small tuft of blond hair on his head. This was Tommy. There were several awes made, which made Tommy slouch in his seat out of embarrassment.

Phil smiled softly, “I’m going to take you home now, you’ll be safe from them. No more inhumane tests. No expectations to fit their mold. I’ll make sure you’re happy. You shouldn’t be forced to suffer at the hands of the scientists for a mistake I made years ago. I promise to protect you.”

Tommy scoffed as the screen went dark, ending the scene, but Sam was puzzled, “what does that mean? What mistake?”

Phil chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck, “uh, you see, um, I may have given one of my feathers to some ‘researchers’ and they turned out to be, uh, not so great. They were able to extract some of my DNA from the feather, along with some of Kristin’s magical residue and made Tommy. I didn’t know until I got this feeling in my gut to return, and they were hurting him. I destroyed what I could and got the hell out of there with him.”

“Yeah,” Tommy acknowledged, “but you broke your fucking promise, didn’t you?”

“Not everything is about you,” Jack spat at the teen. “You did some pretty fucked up stuff as well.”

Before Tommy could come up with a response, the next scene appeared. Phil landed in front of a cozy wooden cabin. It wasn’t grand, just right for a small family. He checked on Tommy, who was sleeping quietly in his arms, before heading inside. It was early in the morning, so it was expected that it was quiet upon entering. He collapsed on the sofa, groaning as he did so. His small bit of peace didn’t last long.

“It’s time to get up,” a muffled voice groaned up the ladder.

A loud thud resounded through the cabin, “move!”

Soon, without a beat, one of the boys that were heard jumped down to the first floor, ignoring the ladder. He didn’t even take note of the tired father on the sofa before bolting out the front door, barefoot. Another boy, less awake, slowly climbed down. He quickly took note of his father holding a sleeping baby.

“Who’s that?” The boy had curly brown hair and red eyes, his ears were at a slight point.

“I’ll tell you after you go to the bathroom,” he sighed, “Tech should be done by now.”

The boy groaned before marching out of the house, unlike his brother, wearing his boots. A moment passed before the boy walked back in, but there was something different about him. His hair was messier, and his feet were bare. He paused mid-step when he spotted his father.

“Morning dad,” he smiled brightly at the man, before it fell slightly. “Why do you have a baby?”

The scene paused as Fundy spoke up, surprised, “where’s your pink hair?”

Techno rolled his eyes, “it wasn’t always pink, I started dyeing it years ago.”

“Oh,” Niki sighed, “I thought it was natural.”

“He doesn’t let anyone see his roots,” Ranboo piped up. “I only saw them by accident like a week ago.”

The scene resumed with Phil sighing and telling Techno the same thing he told Wilbur, “wait for your brother to get back. In the meantime, did you boys head to the village yesterday to sell the eggs?”

Techno groaned while rolling his head along with his eyes, “yes. I also caught a wild cow. That’ll last us through winter, even if we help out Schlatt.”

“Why would we be helping him?” Phil’s eyebrow was raised, curious. “Last I heard, him and Marie were doing fine.”

“You were gone for a week,” Wilbur’s voice made Phil jump slightly, “Marie’s sick. Healer Kent doesn’t think she’ll last through winter.”

Phil glanced at the boy in his arms before glancing at the two standing in front of him. Side by side, it was hard to tell the difference. “Okay,” he swallowed thickly, “after you’re done with chores, we’re stopping by. Now,” he glanced back at the baby, smiling softly, “this is your baby brother.”

Techno took a hesitant step forward. Wilbur stayed frozen, “what’s his name?”

“Why don’t you two name him,” Phil smiled up at his boys.

The boy’s spoke at the same time with Techno saying “Theseus” and Wilbur declaring “Thomas.” They glared at each other, hating the other’s name.

“I think those are lovely names,” Phil held the boy towards them, “Theseus Thomas Minecraft.”

“Hold on,” Tommy swiveled harshly to face his father, “my name is Theseus ?”

“Why do you think I call you Theseus all the time?” Techno asked.

“I don’t know, maybe because you compare me to some guy in a story with the name!”

Techno paused before nodding, “that’s fair.”

As Tommy groaned in exasperation, the scene changed. Phil held Tommy in one arm and had Wilbur’s hand in another. Techno was beside him looking so stoic for someone so young. It was clearly autumn as the trees weren’t full of green leaves, but instead full of reds and oranges with browns mixed in between. Despite the stoic look, Techno smirked every time he stepped on a leaf that crunched beneath his boots. Wilbur exaggerated his movements, swinging his arms widely.

They quickly arrived at a smaller cabin, the cries of a baby behind the door. The crying made Tommy, who had been staring up at the sky in fascination, start crying as well. The twins quickly covered their ears. One baby crying was enough, but two? Phil quickly knocked on the door.

“I’m comin’,” a scratchy voice called out before the door swung open to reveal an exhausted man. He held a tiny baby in his own arms.

“That’s Schlatt?” Quackity exclaimed. “He looks so different!”

“Yeah,” Tommy agreed, “what happened?”

“A lot of things,” Phil told the group. “You’ll probably see it as we watch, but he lost his wife and spiraled.”

“That’s an understatement,” Puffy muttered.

“When did you get a new kid?” Schlatt asked, looking Phil up and down.

“I’ll tell you later,” Phil gave the man a look, “right now, you look like you could use some help.”

There was a desperate look in his eyes, “please.”

Phil smiled softly at the man before smirking and turning to his boys, “I want you two to look after them,” he handed Tommy to Wilbur before taking the baby in Schlatt’s arms and placing him in Techno’s.

Schlatt chuckled at the sight of the uncomfortable twins, gesturing to Phil to follow him, “will they be alright?”

As Phil walked out of sight, Wilbur grimaced at the baby in his arms, “why did we get stuck babysitting?”

“‘cause grownups hate kids,” Techno moaned.

The scene changed quickly to a cold, snowy day. A small group of people were huddled together in a small cemetery. Schlatt held his son close as he wept. Phil held them both, making sure the man didn’t collapse. Techno held onto Tommy.

Scene change, Phil opened the door to find Schlatt’s son in a box with a note. He read the note before he looked furious. The scene ended with him bringing the boy inside.

“Tubbo!” a young voice shrieked.

“No, Tommy,” Wilbur scolded, “his name is Toby.”

“Tubbo!”

“Tubbo,” a small voice repeated. It was Schlatt’s son.

“Fine, Tubbo.”

Tommy quickly faced his best friend who stared at the screen in shock, “Tubbo?”

Tommy saw the instant his friend’s eyes went from shock to pure fury, “you knew?”

Tommy shook his head quickly, but it was Phil who responded, “I’m sorry. He told me not to tell you.”

“Still!” Tubbo shot out of his seat and would’ve probably clawed the avian’s eyes out if it wasn’t for Tommy and Ranboo holding him back. “I had a right to know!”

The room was silent until Sapnap spoke up, voice quiet as he realized something, “he had his own son executed.”

All the fight drained out of Tubbo in an instant. His father had wanted him dead. He felt numb, collapsing to his knees. He didn’t even feel his friends’ hands as they made sure his fall didn’t hurt.

Drista decided to pop back from wherever she had hidden, “I think we should take a small break, yeah?”

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The break was short lived, having only gotten some snacks deposited in everyone’s laps and a drinks table appeared to the side so they had a chance to hydrate. Soon enough, however, the next scene was revealed.

As the scene unfolded, childlike laughter was heard. A young boy with blond hair was chasing after one of the twins, a stick acting as a sword. He caught up and swatted the teen’s leg. The boy was now roughly four. The teen that was hit fell down, pretending to be in immense pain.

“Oh no,” the teen moaned, Techno, “you got me! Blah,” he stuck his tongue out as he pretended to be dead, arm falling to the side.

Tommy giggled, “get up!” Techno didn’t move, causing the young boy to panic slightly, “Techie?” Nothing. Then the boy started crying loudly, yelling for his father. “Daddy!”

Techno shot up, panic in his own eyes as he tried to calm the sobbing boy, “I’m fine, see?”

Tommy was still sobbing as Phil ran out, “what happened?”

“I killed him!” Tommy sobbed, clutching onto his father’s leg.

The scene ended with Phil glaring at Techno. Several people chuckled while both Tommy and Techno blushed. This was embarrassing to both of them.

“You thought you killed him?” Karl asked, an awed look on his face, “that’s adorable.”

“More like traumatizing,” Puffy told the secret time-traveler. “Do you know how damaging that can be to a kid’s psyche?”

“He turned out fine,” Techno shot back.

“Did he? Did he really?”

A new scene cut the two off, opening to an older Techno, with pink hair, comforting Tommy as loud arguing was heard on the floor below. Every now and then something would break. The boy shook in his brother’s arms, Techno covering his ears.

The voices were muffled, but it was clear that they were from Phil and Wilbur. It stopped when a door slammed shut. Someone had run off into the night. Phil’s head popped up the ladder, eyes softening upon seeing his youngest.

“I’m so sorry you had to hear that,” the man smiled softly at his sons.

“Were you fighting because my traits are coming in?” Tommy’s voice was abnormally soft.

Phil didn’t answer, just pulled the boy into a tight embrace, “you’re going to be fine.”

“I’m confused,” Foolish was the one to speak up this time, “why would you be fighting about his traits?”

“Because I’m weird,” Tommy answered. “Unlike those two, I have several traits from a multitude of different things.”

“Like the fact you sometimes sprout flowers like I sprout mushrooms?” George asked.

“Or how you hiss when you’re pissed off?” Sapnap asked, smirking.

“What about the weird way you collect animals?” Tubbo snickered.

“Or your dumb tooth?” Jack pointed at the single fang the teen had.

“Not to mention that you’re hiding the fact that you’re in extreme pain as your antlers and wings finally develop,” Drista pointed out, causing the room to seemingly drop in temperature.

“Wings?” Phil breathed out, “you’re growing wings?”

Tommy shot the goddess a deadly glare, “no, my back just hurts.”

“Tommy,” Quackity, a duck hybrid, smiled at the teen, “this isn’t something to be ashamed of. Having wings is amazing!”

“No, it’s not,” the teen mumbled.

“What was that?” Niki asked, not being able to hear him.

Tommy, in response, shot up and glared at the group, “It’s not fucking amazing!”

Tubbo faltered as he stared at his friend, “what do you mean? Our traits make us who we are.”

Tommy swiveled to face the older teen, “you try having no way of explaining why things happen and then get laughed at for having no control over who you are. I have fucking flowers that pop out of nowhere,” as if on cue, one sprang up in his mess of curls. “I hiss and I don’t know why. I collect and gather and then the animals I seemingly collect get killed! I can’t even get rid of this fucking tooth! Do you know how many times Dream’s knocked it out just for it to grow back?

“Now I’m learning I’m going to be even weirder, that the pain I’m feeling is because I’m becoming even weirder! All I know is that I have some avian in me, so I guess that explains some things, but I have no clue what else I am because some scientists decided to have a field day in a fucking lab!”

Tommy was breathing heavily when he was finished. It took a moment before he realized he had lashed out, eyes widening, “sorry,” he muttered as he sat back down.

Nobody dared to speak, but Drista slowly made her way over to her human, kneeling in front of him, “I can tell you, if you want?”

Tommy rolled his eyes, not wanting to deal with her cryptic shit right that moment, “tell me what?”

“What you are,” her eyes were unnaturally soft for her. “I can even tell you who your mother was and what happened to her.”

His eyes widened, ignoring the stares the others were giving the two, and nodded, “please?”

She smiled softly, “well, you are a mix of several different things. As you know, avian, so a bird. The hissing and collecting random stuff are because you have some raccoon in you. The flowers are because you are part moobloom and the antlers that are coming in are because you are also part deer. Chital to be exact.

“The reason you can do what you can with animals and plants is because your mother just so happened to be a druid. Her name was Clara and after you were born, she didn’t survive. When they separated you two, her heart couldn’t take it. I can promise you this, she loved you till the very end.”

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After some time was spent for Tommy to sit with the revelations of what he was, what scientists had made him, and who his mother was, the next scene was revealed to them.

There was childish laughter that filled the room. Before them two children, Tubbo and Tommy were chasing after one another. They appeared to be five or six, screaming at one another. Young Tommy outstretched his arm and swatted Tubbo’s shoulder before turning and running the opposite direction, causing the older child to also change direction. They were playing tag.

Then the scene changed into a dark cave, a stark contrast to the sunny day they had just seen. Phil was leading all four boys through the cave, a torch in his hand. Tubbo held onto Wilbur and Techno made sure Tommy’s hand didn’t slip from his grasp.

Both Tommy and Techno paled, recognizing the situation that was about to be put in front of everyone. Phil also paled, thinking about this day. He had blocked it out long ago.

Phil turned to the boys, reaching into his inventory and pulling out a torch, each, for the twins. “Remember,” he pointedly looked at the two younger boys, “stay with your brothers.”

With that, he sent the pairs off on their own.

“What about monsters?” Niki asked, turning to Phil.

“Our home world was set to peaceful,” the father pointed out. “I wasn’t worried about them.”

“Yeah,” Tommy hummed, a sour expression on his face.

Tommy babbled almost incoherently to his brother. Techno, who appeared to be around sixteen in this memory, smirked as his brother swung their arms. Then slowly, very slowly, the audience noticed Techno’s expression darkening. Young Tommy didn’t seem to notice a thing until the teen froze in place, tightening his grip on Tommy’s hand, pulling him back towards him.

“What’s going on?” Ranboo glanced at the screen then at Tommy then at Techno and then back at the screen, he had an uneasy feeling in his gut.

“Nothing good,” Tubbo answered. His memories from that day were hazy, but he knew how terrified Tommy had been afterwards.

Techno’s pupils contracted into pinpoint dots, even in the dark of the cave. His breathing became heavier as he dropped the torch. Tommy looked up at his brother, his brows scrunching together in confusion. He was about to ask what was going on when the teen let go of his hand and brought fists up to his own head, closing his eyes tightly.

“I can’t- I don’t want-” Techno hit his head with one of his fists before grasping a handful of hair.

“Techie?” Tommy tried to reach up to stop Techno from hurting himself, but was stopped when the teen sprung his eyes open, staring down at the child who was no older than seven.

“They want blood , Tommy.” Techno’s breathing became steadier, but somehow scarier .

“Wha-?” The child was confused.

“ Run .” Techno pulled a sword out of his inventory and brandished it.

Tommy didn’t get the hint at first, as his brother wouldn’t hurt him… right ? That was until Techno swiped at the blond, barely missing. That’s when he ran. Tommy ran and ran, crawling through small spaces into big caverns and almost slipping on some water that was on the ground.

The child was breathing heavily as he heard his big brother getting closer and closer. “ Theseus ,” Techno’s voice was off , “ I won’t hurt you .”

Tommy looked around, finding he had reached a deadend… except for a small crawl space in the wall. He glanced behind himself, barely spotting Techno in the dark, and gulped. He turned back towards the space and rushed towards it, jumping a bit to get into it. The further he went in, the tighter and smaller the space was.

It was dark and damp and Tommy was shivering. He heard his brother approaching, so he covered his mouth, hoping to stop any sound from escaping. He wiggled further and further into the tight space.

“ Theseus ,” Techno’s eyes seemed to glow in the dim cave, “ where are you? ”

Everyone, except for Tommy and Techno, were on the edge of their seats. They never wanted to see a young child in that position, hiding from their older brother.

Eventually, Techno turned away from the young blond and stalked away, leaving Tommy in his crevice. He tried to wiggle himself out, but he was stuck . He was breathing heavily. He opened his mouth to scream, but stopped himself. He tried to wiggle once more, but instead nicked his elbow on the rough stone walls.

Tommy’s brows scrunched together in confusion, he could feel himself in that crevice once more. He felt a tightness around his torso, crushing his lungs. He felt himself scraping against those walls. While everyone else’s gaze were fixed to the screen, he subtly rolled up the sleeve of his cardigan and saw that a bleeding scrape had appeared on his left elbow… right where his past self had nicked himself on the wall. Oh , this was the consequence that XD was talking about.

Eventually, Tommy passed out from hyperventilation and the scene changed once more to Wilbur taking care of Tubbo and Tommy. He placed plates of spaghetti in front of the two.

“When is dad coming back?” Tubbo asked the teen before plunging his fork into the food, splattering some red sauce.

“ Tubbo ,” Wilbur scowled at the child, “careful.”

Neither of the kids questioned the fact that Wilbur didn’t answer… nor did they notice that the teen had glanced at Tommy when he was asked the question.

“Where did you go?” Quackity turned to face the ‘Angel of Death,’ his face scrunched in confusion.

“I-” Phil was cut off by his eldest.

“It was my fault,” Techno answered. “The- Chat hadn’t made an appearance until then.”

“The fuck is ‘Chat?’” Sapnap asked, having not spent much time around the pink haired man.

“Bruh,” the man leaned back, “you can’t just ask a man about his chat.”

As Sapnap sputtered, the next scene started.

“Fuck!” Wilbur’s loud voice shocked the audience, he was covered in water.

Tommy and Tubbo glanced at the teen before rushing away, snickering. They didn’t notice as Wilbur stalked after them, anger in his eyes… they didn’t notice until they were up the ladder and the teen was climbing up after them.

“This is why Phil left!” Wilbur screamed at the pair when he made it up the ladder. “He didn’t want to deal with this bullshit !”

“But dad-” Tommy stood in front of Tubbo, standing as tall as he could.

“Oh, and you ,” Wilbur pointed towards the blond, “you’re the reason why Techno had to leave us!”

“Why would he say that?” Niki questioned, eyes full of confusion.

“He was nineteen and angry,” Tommy pointed out, but he didn’t mention how the words still stung. “We were just two ten year olds being stupid.”

“You know that none of what Wilbur said was true, right?” Phil asked the boys.

Neither Tubbo nor Tommy spoke, just sharing a glance. It didn’t make anyone else feel better.

The scene changed once again, Tommy was just waking up. He glanced around and his brows scrunched in confusion, “Tubbo?”

“Down here, Toms,” the voice of his friend and brother called out from the floor below.

The child groaned as he stood up and made his way over to the ladder, slowly descending, “I’ll get my chores done after I-” Tommy froze at the sight before him.

There were streamers hanging from the ceiling and a cake on the table. Wilbur and Tubbo had smiles upon their faces, the younger’s was wider and brighter. “Happy birthday!” The two shouted at the blond.

Tommy was confused, “but it’s not-”

Wilbur let out a loud groan, his shoulders falling forward, “did you really forget your thirteenth?”

“I-”

Tubbo just let out a laugh and jumped forward, pulling Tommy towards the cake, “Come on! It’s time for you to blow out the candles!”

The now teen watched as Wilbur lit thirteen candles on the cake, smiling, “make a wish.”

Tommy thought for a second before smiling and leaning over blowing harshly, ‘ I wish that dad and Techno would come home .’

“Mate-” Phil looked at his youngest, eyes full of regret.

“Don’t!” Tommy warned, glaring back at his ‘father.’ “You don’t get to be sorry… not now .”

“But-”

“Just leave it, Phil,” Techno placed a hand on his father’s shoulder, “he’s clearly not mature enough to deal with this.”

Tommy rolled his eyes, “but I’m mature enough for war and death,” he muttered, only audible to Tubbo and Ranboo, “ sure .”

The next scene began to unfold with Wilbur and Tommy in a shouting match.

“Why didn’t you tell me you applied to be whitelisted there?” Wilbur questioned, loudly, holding up a crumpled letter in his tight grip.

“Because I knew you’d be mad!” Tommy’s blue eyes were fierce, “I’m going whether you like it or not. Now, give me back my letter!”

“You’re not going!” Wilbur held the letter away from the blond. “You’re far too young to be going on your own!”

“Dad said that he left home when he was like twelve ! I’m almost fourteen!”

“ Phil ,” the name was spat out with such anger, “isn’t here! I’m your guardian, and what I say goes!”

“I’m going!” Tommy screamed back.

“Guys,” Tubbo tried to intervene, but was ignored. He stood behind the eldest, eyes solely on that letter. As soon as the man leaned forward to yell, once more into Tommy’s face, his hands dropping and holding the letter behind him, Tubbo snatched it from the older brunet.

That was when both Tommy and Wilbur turned to face the goat hybrid who had small horns growing out of his head.

“Let Tommy go!” Tubbo huffed.

“But-” Wilbur tried to speak.

“But nothing,” the older teen of the two had a defiant look in his eyes. “He needs this.”

“You’re just agreeing that he should leave us ?!”

“I’m saying that Tommy needs this! Maybe we can join him later, but he can’t stay here.”

Tommy crossed his arms, a smirk on his face, “thanks big man.”

“Shut up,” Tubbo smirked back before turning back to the man, “just- let him go to the SMP.”

“Fine,” Wilbur sighed, “what even is the ‘Dream SMP?’ Who names it that?”

“Wilbur didn’t want you to go?” Sam asked, surprised.

“Well, yeah ,” Tommy shrugged. “I was only thirteen.”

“Wait,” Jack was trying to connect some dots, “how old are you?”

“I-” Tommy paused, he didn’t like his birthday, “I- I turned seventeen like a- a month ago.”

That’s when Puffy connected the dots, “you-” her eyes were soft, “ in the prison ?”

Tommy just nodded, curling into himself.

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As the scene began, there was some annoyed whining. Tommy was looking up at Wilbur, despair in his eyes.

“Why did I need braces?” The blond whined, “I’m leaving tomorrow .”

“Because I want you to have straight teeth,” Wilbur told him, turning away from the teen and walking over to the table which held a cake, “now, happy birthday. Eat.”

“I can’t !” Tommy whined louder, “it hurts !”

That’s when Tommy became acutely aware of the pain in his mouth. He just sucked in a breath of air and slowly let it out. He could handle this… right ?

The scene changed again to Tommy wandering the Hub, a space between servers. He walked past the stalls of people selling just about everything as he made it from one hall of servers to another. He had a piece of paper in his hand, glancing at it every now and then.

“First time in the Hub?” Eret asked, a smile on their face, remembering the first time they were in the Hub.

“Shut up,” Tommy harshly spit out at the person he had once considered a friend.

Eret raised their hands in a mock surrender, “I was just asking.”

“And I don’t care,” Tommy glared at them before tacking on, “bitch.”

By the time Tommy reached the server portal, it was indicating that it was night time on the server. Tommy sighed before he typed in his user ID assigned to him, a string of numbers that he had to keep glancing at his communicator for. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding when the portal flashed green, allowing him to enter. With a shaky breath, he stepped through the portal.

Tommy appeared in a forest, at night. He wandered around for a few moments before a ping came through on his comm with some coords. He glanced around for a few more moments before pulling up his compass app and following it to where the coords led. The first house Tommy saw, he immediately entered, causing the audience to groan.

“Dude,” Foolish laughed, “don’t just enter random people’s houses”

Before Tommy could respond, Techno chuckled, “that’s Theseus’ specialty.”

The blond just ducked his head and let out a small groan. Tubbo and Ranboo shared a look as the scene continued on.

The blond looked around and before he could steal anything, the door opened once more, revealing a brunet man with goggles atop his head. “My name is George,” he introduced himself, “and this is Alyssa’s house.”

“Oh,” Tommy’s voice was uncharacteristically soft. “I didn’t-”

“Follow me,” then George left the house.

Tommy, of course, followed the man. He was led to the Community House, his eyes lighting up. George held the door open for him. As Tommy went through, he was welcomed with a dirty blond man in a green hoodie, a smiling mask adorning his face and obscuring every part of his face. He immediately let out a laugh and held out some items for the teen to grab.

“Welcome,” the man said, “to Dream SMP!”

Tommy let out a nervous chuckle as he grabbed the items, “thanks, big man.”

“My name is Dream and-”

Neither of the two noticed as George placed down a crafting table, but they did notice when he spoke up. “Stand here,” he gestured to the crafting table.

As Tommy scrunched his brows together in confusion, Dream looked towards his friend, there was no way of telling what he was thinking, “George-”

“Come on,” the older brunet commanded, a smirk on his face. “Stand on the crafting table.”

“Wha-?” Tommy looked at the table in confusion, but got on top nonetheless.

Both Dream and George started laughing, which confused Tommy even more. Then Dream explained it was an ‘inside joke’ where their other friend, Sapnap had made an… inappropriate gesture while George had been on the crafting table. Tommy looked disgusted and quickly scrambled down.

“I’m fourteen, bitch ,” Tommy scowled at the pair.

The pair laughed and then Dream spoke up, “okay, new rule along with stealing and griefing, no saying the B word.”

Tommy stared blankly at the man, “what’s the B word? Is it ‘bitch.’” Then his eyes widened as he realized, “ oh , I’m sorry.”

“You couldn’t say ‘bitch?’” Tubbo asked, turning his head to look at his friend, “how long did that last?”

Tommy smirked, “not that long.”

A new scene began to unfold with Dream in front of his admin panel, “TommyInnit, you are hereby banished for a week for terror against GeorgeNotFound.”

“Whatcha gonna do about it?” Tommy stuck out his tongue, but the next thing he knew he was shivering in a tundra with only his T-shirt as cover. “What the fuck!”

It was Ranboo who noticed the shivers that emanated from the Tommy next to him, “are you alright?”

“Just cold, boob boy,” Tommy’s teeth seemed to clack together as he wrapped his arms around his torso.

Before Ranboo could say anything else, the scene continued on.

Tommy glanced around and noticed an igloo in the distance. Then he turned around, hearing a growl behind him. His eyes widened at the sight of a fully grown polar bear. He raised up his arm to protect himself as the bear went to swipe at him.

“Shit!” Tommy cursed as he felt the claw drag down his arm, leaving it a bloody mess.

“Shit!” The present Tommy cursed as he held his arm close, feeling the same pain he had once felt. That caught everyone’s attention and caused the scene to pause.

“What now?” Niki asked, rolling her eyes.

Tubbo looked over his friend and noticed blood seeping through the white sleeve of his undershirt. The brunet’s eyes were wide, “you’re bleeding.”

“I’ve noticed,” Tommy bit out.

That’s when Drista appeared once more, “you’re bleeding?” She floated over to her friend and looked at him then looked at the screen before looking back at Tommy, “ oh! ”

Tommy glared at her while Eret rushed over and was about to rip part of their shirt to make a bandage. They were only stopped when Drista put a stop to it and summoned bandages. She rolled up his sleeve, trying to ignore scars upon scars.

“What’s happening?” Sapnap asked, “why is he bleeding all of a sudden?”

It was Tommy, whose arm was outstretched and being bandaged, who answered with gritted teeth, “fucking consequences .”

It was George whose eyes lit up, realizing what was going on, “XD,” he muttered.

That’s when said god appeared, “yes?”

“Is this what you meant when you said there would be consequences?”

The god looked over at the blond who was glaring daggers at him before turning back to his human, “of course.”

“Not everyone is caught up to speed,” Techno crossed his arms, “what are these ‘consequences?’”

XD’s mask seemed to smile wider, “Drista’s human will suffer as he did before. Any pain that is shown will be echoed into him. Any injuries will show up on his body. If he was cold then, he will be cold now. If he was hot then, he will be hot now. Like I said before… he won’t die , but he will suffer .”

“Fuck you, bitch.” Tommy bit out, his arm hurting more than he could remember. He blinked rapidly as he looked at his arm, “damn I was weak back then.”

“Will these… injuries go away as we watch the memories?” Puffy asked, concerned for Tommy.

“Of course,” XD’s voice was light. “I’m not cruel .”

“I beg to fucking differ,” Tommy ground out after pulling his arm away from Drista.

XD floated over to Tommy, his mask seemed to get creepier and creepier the closer he got, “don’t test me, child , I could make these pains last until you’re done. I could make you die, over and over. Do you want that? Do you want death instead of mercy? ”

Tommy just glared, not daring to say anything.

“ Good .” With that, the god vanished.

Drista looked over at Tommy and apologized, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize he would do that.”

“Let’s just get this over with,” Tommy muttered.

The goddess just nodded and vanished, causing the scene to continue.

Tommy rushed towards the igloo, dashing inside to escape the polar bear and the mobs that were beginning to spawn. He sighed and laid on the abandoned bed, “this is going to be a long week.”

The next scene had Tommy, with a shovel and a pickaxe. He was looking at a hill with a twinkle in his eye. He began digging a hole into the hill, “this is going to be my hill-house.” Once he was satisfied with the hole he had dug out, he placed down a bed and laid down for a moment. “I’m going to love it here.”

Then he got up and began making signs, “it’s not griefing if you claim everything is yours.”

Several audience members rolled their eyes at that.

Thus began Tommy going around the server and placing signs on just about everything he came across… even Ponk’s tree.

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Hey...

I was hoping to update at least once more before the end of the year. I was working on another fic for a gift... but then I got injured.

My knee decided to lock up when I went to pick something up from the ground and it decided to bend backwards. This was the 15th and I was like 4k words into the other fic at the time. It hurts to sit up for extended periods of time (don't ask me why... I wish I knew) and I've been sleeping a lot because of the pain (went a week and half without pain meds and when I got them they didn't touch the pain).

So... the curse has decided to pick on me. I just wanted to let ya'll know so you don't think I abandoned this fic. I've been wanting to write, but because of the pain I can't right now.

Luckily, I see ortho on the 2nd and I can see what they can do... maybe get in-home help because I can't do shit right now and I've been living off microwavable meals and McDonald's (both too expensive for me).

Anyway, I just wanted to let ya'll know before the new year that I haven't given up on this fic.

Hope ya'll had some good holidays (if you celebrate). Happy New Year!