Chapter 1: Oh for fucks sake man
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When awareness came to Tommy it hit him like a truck. Tommy leaped off the bed with a shriek when he woke up. Glaring daggers at the three in front of him.
“Hi little bun, I’m Wilbur,” Said the pred-or Wilbur now? Nope, Tommy’s still gonna call him insults.
“Ello mate, I’m Phil and the boar is Techno.” Said the bird.
The birdman who apparently was named Phil which was a dumb name. This boar guy who had to be 7ft tall named Techo? Techno? What the hell even was a Techno.
Then this bitch Wilbur had a small grin on his face pupils dilated in a cat-like fashion. He had to be some sort of cat hybrid with grey fur can hollow black circle prints all over his fur. He leaned closer with a tooth-filling grin and booped his nose.
Tommy seemed startled and confused while the Cat chuckled a bit eyes never leaving Tommy.
—let’s start with how he ended up in that situation–
The whole burrow was made up of three hybrids, the main being rabbits. The second is squirrels and the third is mice. It was a very large sturdy tree that had hollow ground underneath it for all hybrids to live together.
Tommy was a rabbit hybrid with golden fur and blue eyes, unusual for a rabbit but accepted nonetheless. The system in which things are run is made up of the eldest hybrids. A council of five who were known for their smarts and infinite patience. Tommy liked to call bullshit on because of how they were handling their current issue.
The issue?
A bunch of predators camping right outside the main entrance and not leaving.
This made the burrow go on lockdown and close all entrances to the outside with zero exemptions.
“Why would these predator bastards decide to just camp out in our front lawn!?” Tommy exclaimed to his friend Purpled.
“We made a burrow here so I don’t see why they wouldn’t. A source of water, good farmland, strong trees-” Purpled started to list off but was shushed by Tommy waving a hand in his face.
“I was not wanting and answer purple boy”
Purple rolled his eyes in response and continued to let Tommy ramble.
There were certain rules in place, one was to never disobey the Elders.
Two was to never go out at night for the undead to rise blinded vengeance. (Or so the Elders say but Tommy thinks they’re making it up).
Three was to always bring in your fill, if you didn’t work you didn’t get anything from the others.
The last rule was to avoid foreign animals at all costs.
Tommy was known for being loud and brash and impulsive. Everyone regarded him as a general nuisance and had some sort of issue with his existence.
Everyone but purpled, his favorite squirrel boy. (which Purpled had threatened to punch him if he called him that again)
Purpled was odd, cold, and calculating. Purpled also had a rare case of albinism which made his eyes a vibrant purple. Tommy liked to make fun of his parents for being very creative in naming him. Purpled also had his fair share of making fun of Tommy for not seeing well in the sun, his blue eyes being sensitive to such bright lights.
What was Tommy being mad about? Oh yeah, the Elders handling the issue.
Their just absolutely brilliant idea was to shove people out of the burrow and they either bring back food or perish. Tommy had watched others be shoved out of the burrow kicking, screaming, crying, calling out for loved ones who had to be held back.
The Elders decided who wasn’t worth keeping alive and threw them out. The audacity of those bitches.
Tommy and Purpled always had the company of each other. Their favorite game that they made up was one where they made forts and had to shoot each other slingshots. The ammo was burrs that would stick to their fur and if you got hit three times you're out. Purpled was quite good at the game with his aim and patience while Tommy could jump up and shoot three at a time. Those days got very rare the longer they were stuck underground with minimal space.
Tommy and Purpled were getting more and more unnerved as the days went by. Rations were getting smaller and people kept disappearing. It was horrifying to watch as some people who were on decent terms with Tommy and Purpled were gone in a blink of an eye. Purpled started showing a bit of emotion when one of the Elders scrunched their nose at Tommy when they bumped into each other.
“Watch where you’re going asshole!” Tommy said without thinking.
The room quieted down and you could hear a pin drop with all eyes on the duo.
Purpled’s eyes widened mutely as he saw who Tommy had bumped into and had a dark feeling swarming in his stomach. As he saw the Elder scrunch his nose with a fierce glare at Tommy.
Tommy looked up and regretted it immediately. The Elders’ expression changed into a warm fake look as he spoke to Tommy.
“My deepest apologies little one. I must have not been looking at where I was walking. Don’t worry I will make it up to you.” The Elder’s expression was a default smile but his eyes showed the burning fury. Looking back at it was a bit fair he did call him an asshole, but was it really worth sending a fourteen-year-old to his death?
Was a rude remark worth seeing a child being taken away from his friend while they both called out for each other?
Tommy fucking doubts it. He gets mad thinking about it. Him being dragged away. The Elder had a shit-eating grin on his face while waving a patronizing bye-bye. He stomps his foot on the entrance and the boulder remains unmoving. He bets those jerks can hear him.
He hopes Purpled can hear him.
Enough of that pity! Tommy doesn’t need anybody. Not his best friend who he had known his whole life. Not who had been by his side through all the older kids making fun of him for running into a rock on a sunny day. As well as Tommy staying by Purpled’s side when others made fun of his eyes and how his fur color stayed white in the summer.
Tommy walks around on the surface wondering what the actual hell he is going to do. Does he just give up? No! Tommy will survive! He will bring back all the food! Tommy isn’t worthless, he isn't just some brat you can throw away and forget about.
He puffed up his chest with a new surge of courage and walked away from the entrance looking for a new burrow to set up camp.
-
It has been almost a week since his exile and everything hurts.
Life is absolute shit.
Tommy had tried to find a burrow only for the roof to cave in and give him a lingering headache. The second time he tried to find somewhere to stay he saw a glimpse of one of the predators and fucking bolted as fast as he could into a cave only to be chased out by a very pissed off bear. And got a quite long scratch along his hind leg. It wasn’t deep enough to have him bleed out but enough to make him limp and slow down a bit.
Don’t even get him started on the sleeping situation.
Without the comfort of his friend or even a warm nest he only manages to sleep for 2-4 hours at a time. Always woke up with a sore neck or a knot in his back. Look, his bedding was absolute trash.
A random bush that Had to have some coverage on the top, or else his hindbrain would refuse to let him sleep. Or an abandoned den that wasn’t always abandoned and got chased out by an angry feral badger.
Tommy has a newfound hatred for badgers and how they refuse to share even though there is enough room for the two of them.
The food supply out here is barren because those predator fuckers keep picking all the berries and nuts and anything that he can eat. He thought predators didn’t even need greens! They are supposed to be only meat-eaters! Tommy only caught glimpses of them through patches of leaves or from a high tree.
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Tommy’s first mistake was getting too curious. What were these predators doing with all the berries? Like was it decoration? Is it a trap? No, not a trap that could catch him. He’s too much of a big man for some dumb trap. The sun was rather high in the sky around noon he would say.
He was walking through a grassy field with his ears just barely reaching the tops of the grass when a large shadow passed over him and he froze.
Holy fucking shit what was that!?
His hindbrain screams at him. It was a very conflicting mantra of- STAY, HIDE, FREEZE, QUITE, PREDATOR, DON'T MOVE, WAIT, FREEZE, PREDATOR, STOP, QUITE
His ears pin down and he compacts himself tightly reading to run. He waits for a moment and almost relaxes when the shadow passes over again more closely, with the sound of wingbeats going behind him.
Tommy’s breath hitches when he hears a thump in the grass and a hand on the back of his neck.
“Hey, there mate, who may you be?”
Tommy stays quiet, eyes blown wide with the talons resting on his neck.
“Are you planning to answer-” He cuts himself off with a confused twitter, Tommy feels the talons start to remove themselves from his neck and press against his ear. That’s when he had enough and kicked off as hard as he could and ran as fast as he could.
Tommy had not only adrenaline giving him a speed boost but with the added rush of his instincts. He hears a startled caw and wingbeats beginning to grow closer.
“Fuckshitfuckshitfuckshit,” Tommy muttered as he dove and weaved through the tall grass trying to not get snatched.
He cranes his neck up and sees two things, one a big bird thing above him and a forest with low-hanging trees. Tommy panics at this birdfucker and takes a sharp left and jumps. Luckily he managed to catch the predabitch off guard, the bad part is that he went tumbling down a big ass hill and rolled down, opening up his previous cut.
Tommy was so fucking done with this day right now and wanted to curl up in a nest and never wake up. He tried to stand up and fell with a whimper. His head throbbed so thinking clearly wasn’t working. His leg was bleeding like no tomorrow and the mud was making it even more difficult to move.
There was so much pain that he just wanted to sleep forever. His eyelids fluttered and he leaned back against the dirt wall which might as well be his prison. A low croon made his eyes open a bit as he saw a man..bird?
“Took quite a tumble there, didn’t you?” He leaned down and touched his injured leg.
Tommy jerked away with a wince and a whine as he tried to scootch away unsuccessfully.
“Your leg looks pretty bad there mate, I’ll take you to the medical tent we can fix you up there.” The wrong un says while reaching forward.
Tommy, running off of three hours of sleep a few leaves, and battered and bruised, decides to let out a shriek and attempts to jump away.
Keyword being attempted.
The birdman barely flinched and quickly scooped Tommy up and cradled him close making a small crooning sound.
“Shhh shh it’s okay mate just relax. We’re not too far away from the village.”
Tommy had tried to kick the man unsuccessfully and was swapped from a bridle hold to him being held closely with his head tucked in the other’s neck, being held tightly so he couldn’t get his hind legs up enough to kick.
There was a shushing sound and he felt some rustling and his legs began to feel like jelly. His arms were tingling from overuse.
The birdman began to run his talons down the back of his head to the middle of his back then rubbing circles. Trying to calm him down, his shirt crinkling with every motion. A small purr was coming from the chest underneath his head. Tommy’s thoughts were very fuzzy with pain and his instincts going haywire giving a jumbled concoction of a migraine from hell.
With Tommy’s head pounding and his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, he was left in a daze, his body falling limp with exhaustion.
He hadn’t noticed they had long left the ditch and were in the village. The last thing he heard was, “Is that a child?” Before everything went completely silent and dark.
—- Back to when he woke up—
Tommy was breathing heavily staring at the three. His head hurt a bit less but not enough to think clearly. His leg was wrapped tightly making it difficult to move. His arm had some bandages and there was a cast around his wrist.
“Hey, there mate nice to see you awake.”
Tommy snapped his gaze to where the sound came from. The birdman was the one who talked. Tommy wanted to scream, shout, do anything but sit there frozen breaths heavy eyes wide with terror. He couldn’t when he tried to will his limbs to move it didn’t work his hindbrain screamed at him.
STAY STAY
Wilbur got a bit closer and Tommy flinched away. Wilbur’s grin faltered and got even closer. A gruff deep voice broke out. “Will stop scarin him.”
“I’m not~” Wilbur whined back his eyes leaving Tommy to turn around to the boar who had gotten closer.
Tommy managed to shut his eyes hoping for this nightmare to end.
Chapter 2: Haha I’m in danger
Summary:
Tommy wakes up and is rightfully scared
Notes:
Quick reminder Tommy is about 3ft 5 which is tall for a bunny because the average across genders is 3ft2. If their ears are raised all the way up they can stand at around 3ft10 or 4ft. All the other hybrids range from about 4ft to 8ft
Also squirrels and mice are the same, tho bunny’s tend to be smaller because I said so.
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Techo was unsure of this situation, before Phill showed up nobody knew rabbit hybrids existed. The rabbit in question was extremely small, only a little bit past his thigh if you were counting his ears going up.
Techno stared at Wilbur who was still trying to inch closer to the rabbit kid whose wheezing gasps have turned into just not breathing. That’s a bit concerning.
“Wilbur you’ve scared him stiff back off.”
Wilbur rolled his eyes and scrunched his nose at Techno.
“But he’s so cute, and small.”
Wilbur reached out to the kid again but stopped when a warning chuff came from behind him. Phil put a wing between the two not wanting to scare the kid more with two hybrids arguing.
Techno looked over at the disrupted blankets that were left on the bed and picked a heavy one up and approached the kid. The bun in question had his eyes shut so tightly which looked uncomfortable.
“Mate, what are you doing there?” Phil looked over at techno who had now draped the blanket over the kid.
“Rabbits like to burrow and feel safer in the dark,” Techno said, looking down at the small bundle that began to move.
All three of them began to stare in silence, curious about what the bunny would do. Will he begin to talk? Cry? Not move..?
A small noise came from the bundle and it sounded like a little whine of his teeth grinding. It took everything in Phil to not coo over it and he leaned closer as did the other two.
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With the cloth now securely all around him, he has time to think.
WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL IS GOING ON!
He got fuckin napped and is now surrounded by some predators who can tear him apart without batting an eye.
Tommy had no idea how he was going to get out of this. Actually, he has no idea what to do! Do they expect something from him? Are they going to turn him into soup? In the midst of his panic, he didn’t notice someone beginning to pull back the blanket until his face was uncovered looking up to all three people staring down at him closer than before he shut his eyes.
He let out a small squeak and tried to burrow back a bit but hit the edge of the tent and looked up with a weary face squished in his paws.
“Awww look at the Lil bun being all cute and squished.” Wilbur crooned and reached out to boop his nose, to which Tommy tried to bite him and drew a bit of blood.
Wilbur had a cold look and glanced down at his hand. It was a small prick but a little droplet of blood rolled down.
“You little gremlin.” It wasn’t said harshly but still sent a cold trail down his spine.
Phil quickly stepped in and bent down to Tommy staying out of biting range.
“Mate we’re not going to hurt ya.”
“Does he even speak our language? We didn’t know he even existed before this.”
Techno said with a crease in his forehead. His tusks didn’t look too sharp but the way they protruded out of his bottom lips and the scars on him showed otherwise.
“Move your head up and down if you understand us,” Phil said, his wings pinned back to make himself seem less threatening.
Tommy hesitated for a moment before his head snapped down then back up his trying to never leave the predator.
“That’s good, now.” Said Wilbur crouching down closer once more.
“Why the fuck did you bite me?!”
Phil stifled a laugh with a cough but Wilbur whipped his head around to glare at him.
Techno had a small grin and leaned back a bit onto the bed watching the interaction go down.
Tommy after having enough time underneath the blanket he had gained some confidence along with the pain in his body making life a living hell, Tommy looked up to Wilbur and spouted.
“It’s cause you're a bald-headed bitch who doesn’t know personal space!”
Tommy’s nose was twitching with anger and blue eyes stared up into yellow slits.
There was silence for only a moment before Phil busted out laughing and his wings ruffled up and even Techno was chuckling.
“I’m not bald!” Wilbur shouted back his hand running through his hair.
“Yes, you are! Denial doesn’t look good on you, your going senile with your balding head bitch boy!” Tommy was pissed, who was this asshole to try and even ask why he bit him.
Wilbur bent his face closer down to Tommy and got into a full-on argument about how he had a full head of hair, he had a confused grin and his pupils were a bit wide in fair
“I have my hair! It’s right here!” He lifted his curled bangs on top of his head, having them fluff back down.
“What do you mean? I don’t see any hair. All I see is a bald pussy who doesn’t know personal space!” The blond’s nose was twitching rather quickly, his eyes pulled into a burning glare at the cat.
Wilbur finding this all fun in games let out an amused hiss. Tommy’s eyes widened and pulled the blanket back over his head as quickly as he could and started whining in fear.
“I–I don’t wanna die-I’m-I’m sorry!” Tommy was trying not to cry while being scared shitless. Wilbur was acting fine one moment but then hissing the next? He was shaking underneath the blanket letting out small trills of fear. His hindbrain was screaming at him to stay still with his fear making him shake. Being stuck in a vicious cycle.
“Nice going Wilbur,” Techno said sarcastically. A sound of someone swiping at another and a gruff warning.
“Mate, we’re not going to hurt you. I thought we said that?”
“I’m not gonna listen to some predators who only lie!” Tommy whined back, still shaking. His voice cracked a bit with fear.
Techno was shit with emotions, there’s a crying child who thinks he’s going to die. So in Technos infinite knowledge grabbed more blankets and started piling them on the child. Phil looked at him oddly and went with. Starting to evenly spread the blankets around the bun who was still shaking small hiccups coming out of him.
Wilbur looked really guilty not knowing that the kid would react like that. He thought he was having a playful banter, then the bun started pleading for his life. That wasn’t ideal.
What was ideal was Wilbur holding the bun and petting his ears that were oh so soft. When the kid was asleep and dusted off he was very soft and shiny. Wilbur knew Techno wanted to curl up with him too with the golden fur.
Along with Phil’s bird brain wanting to protect the small child.
The ball of blankets had stopped shaking and was only making small movements. Barely showing signs of life. The hiccuping leftovers of a panic attack were still there and small whimpers were barely heard. Tommy’s day (morning?) was not doing too well.
—-
Phil mostly knows how to care for children; he has raised two himself. Granted they were a cat and piglin hybrid living together in the nether. How that happened is beyond him but he loves them all the same.
They were around nine when he found them and bringing them home to the arctic was a bit of a shock to them. They had never seen snow before even with Wilbur being a snow leopard. His fur was extremely thin from living in the nether and has never really gotten back to a full coat. Wilbur doesn’t seem to mind all that much. It does give him an excuse to wear fuzzy sweatshirts all the time.
Now with this rabbit, he wasn’t sure what to do. Wilburs playful hiss had sent him into a scared frenzy of him thinking they would kill him. Which in reality it’s the exact opposite.
Phil always had a habit of picking up random children whether that be in the nether or in a grassy plain, he is devoted to adopting said children. Especially half-starved ones that are bleeding out in a ditch.
Granted he was the one who startled the child into a ditch, but Phil had never seen a bunny hybrid before. Barely even heard of it besides being used as an insult.
The most common insult of it was used in training wards when you were too weak to fight they’d ask if you were a bunny hybrid instead of an actual hybrid. Phil was never fond of those jokes and he despised them now that the knowledge of bunny hybrids was a real concept.
A small whimper came from the pile of blankets and he snapped back into reality. Wilbur was unsure of what to do, fearing to make it worse. Techno’s emotional capacity had overflowed a long time ago.
Phil looked back down at the blanket pile and thought it looked like a nest. Baby chicks need comfort and to be wrapped securely. The kid didn’t look older than 10 but aging may be different across more rodent-like species.
Phil bent down to the blanket pile and quickly scooped it up close making sure the kid was wrapped securely. Wilbur made a sharp intake and started stammering.
“H-Hey Phil, we shouldn't make him more stressed than he already is.”
The blanket pile made their opinion of being scooped up very clear and began to squirm and let out little frightened chirps that made Phil’s heart ache. He doesn’t want to frighten the small child, this little nestling.
“Wilbur look at Phil’s eyes, he's gone all broody on us.” Techno pointed out.
Wilbur waved a hand in front of Phil’s face and got barely any reaction.
“Dammit, Phil! I wanted to be the one to curl up with him!” Wilbur whined reaching a bit closer to the blanket pile that was squirming less and had a leg hanging out the bottom. It looked a bit uncomfortable to the rabbit but Wilbur saw this as an opportunity.
“Phil, Philza, Father even.” Wilbur began leaning against Phil who narrowed his eyes suspiciously. He never called him “Father” unless he wanted something. Phil had a good idea of what Wilbur wanted. Though Techno called him out on his bullshit first.
“Wilbur you’re not gonna be able to hold the kid, Phils is too far gone at this point.”
Wilbur gave him a cat-like grin and stood in front of Phil.
“Father, your little nestling is quite uncomfortable, his poor injured leg is sticking out!”
Wilbur poked the kid’s leg near the bandage and the whimper the kid let out had Phil quickly turning the pile over to Wilbur to see how bad the injury was.
“Hello, little bun” Wilbur looked down at a small opening in the blankets to a scowling face.
“Go away.” A small cracked voice replies. The kid was having a hard time maintaining eye contact with him. Techno let out a displeased gruff at Wilbur being able to hold the kid before him.
“What may your name be?” Wilbur kept his voice soft and his teeth hidden while talking to the rabbit, not wanting a repeat. “Fuck off,” was his only reply.
Phil started searching around the tent looking for new bandages for the kid’s leg. “He bled through his old ones, he needs a rewrap.” Wilbur was a little disappointed that Phil was still present enough to talk, meaning Wilburs time wouldn’t be as long as he desired. Then again he would like all the time in the world to see how the kid’s brain worked. With his fiery exterior remaining underneath was intriguing. He only got glimpses of what was underneath through the fear shining in the crystal blue eyes.
Techno approached and got a good look at the kid, the golden fur was already making him want to keep the kid in his hoard and scrub the mud off till it shone like sunlight. Techno saw Phil approach with new bandages and leaned down and carefully pulled the kid’s leg out a bit more.
—--
Tommy began to squirm once he felt his leg being pulled down. “Wait, stop! Stop stop stop!”
“It’s okay mate we’re just changing the bandages,” Phil said in what seemed to be a calming voice with an underlined whistling to it.
“I don’t want your pity bandages! I want you to let me go!” Tommy yelled while moving back and forth. Tommy realized since his leg was free he could manage to kick some of them.
Techno also realized this but was too late. With all of Tommys might he went right between the legs of Wilbur and kicked as hard as he could.
Wilbur crumpled to the ground and a grunt dropped the blankets and Phil let out a surprised yelp. Techno on the other hand burst out laughing and leaned against the bed gasping for air. One of the blankets flung out on top of Phil temporarily blinding him.
Tommy, not one to waste an opportunity, began running as fast as he could out of the tent and into the open. He did not expect the ground to be covered with an intricate stone pattern along with quite a lot more hybrids that seemed terrifying. Some looked like wolves while others had horns or fins.
Tommy did not like this one bit.
“Get him!” Someone shouted from behind him and that was all it took for Tommy to start running again now dodging between people and jumping on random objects to escape. It seemed to be a whole market of people going on forever. Tommy doesn’t remember it being this big the last time he looked at it in a tree.
No time for pondering on this weird market where there are predators chasing him he needs to run! Tommy began to look around while weaving underneath stalls to avoid being grabbed.
There! A hole in a building! Tommy quickly ducked between the legs of the bird bitch and bolted for the hole.
Tommy managed to reach it before everything went black
Chapter 3: Huh so there’s more people
Summary:
More people have been added that’s nice.
Notes:
Okay my upload schedule will mostly be weekends or Wednesdays because of school and such. And me wanting to finish stories quickly as I have more ideas like a space or pirate Au
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Tommy quickly scrambled away from the entrance a webbed hand reaching through clawing randomly. There were crates and metal box things around him. Tommy quickly scrambled up them, the higher he got the darker it was. Tommy shut his eyes and curled up on top of one of the boxes. The boxes wiggled a bit before things started to calm down.
Tommy took this as a chance to open his eyes and let them adjust. There was a hatch above him and the rest of the room had broken tools thrown around. The one thing that caught him off guard the most was the strong smell of iron.
Tommy felt unnerved only ever smelling it in the mines or in blood. He was on the surface and his breathing started to quicken.
“Hello?” A voice said coming from above the hatch, as it clicked open.
Tommy began to panic, even more, his breath began to quicken and his head was hurting. Tommy’s vision began to blur and didn’t even feel himself be picked up again.
“Shit! Uhh Karl, can you come here?” The voice said though Tommy didn’t know he was beginning to curl into himself, his breathing uneven and in large gasps.
“What the Honk?! I thought the rumors were false!” Another new voice said.
A startled gasp came from the same person and he was grabbed again but this time the light went darker and he was in something very squishy and fluffy. Tommy wasn’t complaining about this and burrowed deeper in the fluff.
“Karl, what are you doing?”
“Rabbits can die from too much stress, so I gave him something to burrow in to calm down.”
Tommy’s breathing became more even and he slumped into whoever was holding him very exhausted. A soft aww could be heard but Tommy didn’t care he only wanted to sleep for a year then cry. Even big men cry sometimes, only sometimes though.
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Sapnap was having a good day, Karl was finally back from his little adventures and was chilling with Quackity and him. Sapnap also got a huge load of orders done and could finally rest from his blacksmithing.
Not anymore when the town's rumors turn out to be true and the bunny is in their storage room. This could have gone worse he supposes. Karl was already clinging to the bunny and letting him snuggle into his fur. Karl is a Norwegian forest cat. He had long fur around his neck and ears like a lion's mane but off colored.
Sapnap himself was a blaze hybrid and Quackity was a duck hybrid. His wings were not big enough to fly but he could glide really well.
Karl spoke up “Hey Sapnap could you get one of the boxes from the storage and a lot of blankets? He needs some stability at the moment, I’ll be taking him to the living room”
Sapnap immediately sped off to go grab the items. Karl then started to walk to the living room where quackity was.
“Hey, Karl” Quackity began but cut himself off when he noticed the bunny hybrid.
“Karl what the fuck is that!? Is that the bunny hybrid Philza came back with?” Karl nodded then laid down on the couch pressing the bunny closer to his neck. The bunny didn’t object and even snuggled closer which made Karl’s heart melt.
“Bunnies can die from overstressing so I got Sapnap to bring some burrowing materials.”
Quackity’s eyes widened a bit and he then nodded mutely and looked over to the entrance waiting for Sapnap.
Sapnap came after a few minutes with a wooden crate and a bunch of blankets hanging out of it. “Is this good?” Sapnap asked, setting the crate down near Karl.
Karl looked down at it, “Perfect.”
The bunny made a small whining noise and Karl carefully placed him into the crate and let him situate himself. After a moment the bundle stopped moving and a small head poked out with a blanket still covering it.
“Hi, how are you?” Karl said leaning back to give it some space.
“What do you want?” A small voice responded with glaring blue eyes.
“Nothing just making sure your okay.” The bundle gave a disbelieving huff and shrunk down further. Quackity raised an eyebrow at the bunny, “I doubt this kid is going to tell us anything he looks fucking terrified and is about three foot fuckin’ nothing.”
Oh, the bunny did not like that.
“Ay! Fuck you too bitch I’m three foot seven!”
Quackity narrowed his eyes at the pile and scoffed, “Hell no you’re not three foot seven!”
Karl giggled at the antics and Sapnap simply smiled and sat down next to him.
The blanket eyed Sapnap suspiciously and scratched a bit farther back from him. Sapnap softened a bit and shrunk back and held a hand out in a sign of peace.
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Tommy watched the hand extend out to him. It was a funny gesture and one he assumed was a peaceful one. Tommy hesitantly stretched his hand out and gave the others a small pat before quickly retracting back into the pile. A chuckle could be heard.
“Well little one I’m Karl, the blaze is Sapnap and the duck is Quackity.”
Tommy chuckled, “Your parents were creative in naming you.”
Karl let out a high-pitched giggle and Quackity also joined in with Sapnap hiding his grin with his hand.
A knock on the door was heard and everyone froze. Quackity got up and looked at Sapnap and Karl, “keep him hidden I’ll go deal with whoever’s at the door.” Quackity said in a hushed tone, eyes darting back and forth.
Tommy’s heart started increasing and he began trying to cover himself in blankets butting himself in the farthest corner of the box. A stressed thumping began. Tommy was not doing too well; he had heard of bunnies dying from stress, but nothing was confirmed in his burrow. Now Tommy is pretty sure it’s real if he doesn't get his shit together.
How does Tommy calm himself down? Does he keep burrowing? No, he has already reached the bottom. Can he try and sleep? These people haven't hurt him but there is still danger outside.
A soft croon came from outside the box, a small hand reached down and softly petted his head. Tommy first tensed up ready to bite, but no harm came to him. It was actually kind of nice, so he leaned into it. The hand was rather soft and traced around his ear so he lifted them up closer to the hand.
Now Tommy wasn't touch starved…He was just, hasn't had touch in a long time that made him a lil desperate for it okay?. Look, not having any contact with anyone and then being scooped up and chased a bunch isn't a good way to wake up.
“You’ll be safe, Sapnap is super strong with his ability to summon fire.” Karl snapped Tommy out of his small thought train. “But he is still a big softy.”
“So, what is your name?” Quackity asked.
“My name is Tommy” He replied, poking his head out a bit,ear still being massaged by Karl.
Karl made another small crooning sound and he felt…safe ish? Tommy was just not in constant danger, his insticints were not yelling at him, he was just Tommy. He really needed that right now and when Karl offered him to curl up near him. They could protect him right? And who was he to say no to free body heat?
—-
Sapnap returned after a while looking a bit worried. Karl had since gotten Tommy curled up on his side with a few blankets and was sound asleep. Quackity ruffled his feathers with worry and looked at Sapnap, “What happened?”
“People are looking for him, tracing where he ran through to us though I managed to throw them off saying he got away and ran away.” Sapnap still looked worried though.
Quackity brushed his wing against Sapnap knowing something was wrong.
“I’m pretty sure Wilbur thought I was lying and his nose twitched when he got too close. I’m pretty sure he could smell Tommy off me.” Sapnap twiddled his claws together deep in thought.
Quackity huffed a bit feathers fluffing up, “What should we do? He's most likely going to be followed back to us, I’m not going to put Karl in danger.” Karl’s eyes darted back and forth between his fiances. Sapnap looked offended by the idea of putting Karl in danger.
“I would never! Put Karl in danger” Sapnap growled, small ambers were shining in his eyes.
“Enough! We are not going to argue over this, Tommy will be staying with us; we cannot put more stress on him than others have. It will kill him.” Karl had tucked the bunny close to his chest. The kid was barely awake knowing something was going on, but too sleepy to care.
Sapnap resigned himself not wanting to go against Karl and laid down next to him.
Quackity was conflicted for a moment and then sat on the other side of Karl and started slowly petting the kid. It was calming and rather nice.
It was beginning to turn to night and everyone was getting rather tired.
—-
In the morning everyone was slightly tense, everyone but Karl he was calm and comforting Tommy, who was still a bit suspicious that they would turn him over. Karl was adamant about them not being ones to do that.
Tommy didn’t seem too convinced but had sat down with them to eat breakfast. Although he had a bit of distrust of both Sapnap and Quackity. Karl was the only one who he would allow to pat his head or scoop him up to calm him down.
Quackity was a little jealous but who wouldn't? He was adorable and when he insulted you his tail puffed up with pride.
“So what's the worst word you know?” Tommy asked out of the blue, no prompting Quackity was just filing some sword orders for Sapnap
“wha–WHa?!” Quackity looked wide eyed over at Tommy who had a simple look on his face, determined for an answer.
“What is the worst word you know?”
“Uhh probably like Fuck or something.” Quackity didn’t want this child to know more swear words than he already does.
Tommy narrowed his eyes. “I think you're lying.”
Quackity chuckled lightly and continued his paperwork avoiding eye contact with Tommy who had slowly inched closer wanting an actual answer.
Tommy was not taking no for an answer, he wanted to know what the worst word he knew was.
Quackity had a small idea, why not just say swear words in spanish so the kid had a difficult time remembering them. “Mierda,” Quackity stated, locking eyes with Tommy. Tommy only slightly shrunk back at the eyecontacted but was confused with what he said.
“What?” “Mierda, it’s a swear word in spanish.”
Tommy looked confused before just looking confused. “I don’t speak…That.”
Quackity let out a loud laugh at Tommys confusion which only made him more confused.
“Holy shit kid, I haven’t laughed that hard in a long time!”
“Oi dickhead I’m not a kid I am the biggest man that has ever lived. You will bow down to The Great Tommy Innit!” He declared which made Quackity laugh hysterically.
Tommy was now standing to his full height tail puffed up with pride. Quackity liked seeing the kid warm up quickly, it made a warm feeling in his chest surge up.
Maybe it was protectiveness, maybe he viewed the kid as his younger brother, or a younger friend. Actually Quackity had no idea how old Tommy was.
“Hey Tommy, how old are you?”
Tommy looked a bit taken aback by this question. “Thirty…..four”
Quackity gave him a look of disbelief and rolled his eyes. “Your real age kid, you barely look over eighteen, fifthteen at best.” Tommy gave him a fierce glare in return.
“I am the biggest man ever! Very old and big and strong. I’m actually taller than average for bunnies ya know?” Quackity raised his eyebrows a bit. “No I didn’t know that, but you can still be young and a big man at the same time.”
Tommy let out a small chuckle a bit defeated, “I just turned fourteen three months ago.”
Quackity’s face fell a bit, Tommy didn’t like that.
“I don’t need your pity.” Tommy spat his eyes spoke rage but with his ears drooping a bit it seemed to be a sensitive subject.
Quackity raised his hands up in surrender, “Okay okay, you don’t have my `pity` just my understanding.”
Quackity had gone through a similar situation growing up, having to grow up faster. Never having a break when growing up being teased for his wings being too small, to be unable to take off. Just glide, never truly fly.
He opened up an arm and Tommy curled up next to him, both sitting in the comfortable silence.
Notes:
I may add more people but will focus on Sbi
Chapter 4: Dude you okay?
Notes:
Hi I thought today was Saturday I’m going to cry
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Quackity owned a bar and liked to work as the bartender to calm down. Something about kicking people who got too drunk out and pouring drinks were calming. He had a few regulars that were nice to talk to. Wilbur was one of his favorites.
“Quackity~~~~,” Wilbur said in a high pitched voice, skipping over to him.
“Wilbur Soot~~~,” Quackity said, copying Wilbur.
“How have you been?” Wilbur leaned on the table, chin in his hands, dopey grin on his face. Quackity rolled his eyes, but on the inside was panicking. Should he tell Wilbur this? He trusts Wilbur but knows he’s had some issues in the past.
Wilbur wouldn't hurt Quackity though. He was sure of it.
“It’s been a bit stressful. I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors.” People’s eyes started darting in their direction, Wilbur stretched forward his tail flicking with anticipation.
His dopey grin had sharpened a bit but Quackity couldn’t back down now.
Wilbur noticed his hesitation and leaned back a bit, “Quackity is there something you're hiding from me?”
Quackity did his best to hide his wings twitching but to no avail. They were a dead giveaway. Wilbur gave him a tooth-filled smile, leaned closer, and whispered, “This secret wouldn’t have anything to do with a little bunny hybrid, now would it?”
—-
Wilbur knew he hit spot on with the way his wings were twitching, after spending so much time with someone you can recognize their tells. Wilbur wanted his little bun back in his possession, something so rare to be all his.
Quackity looked nervous and that made Wilbur falter a bit. He would never hurt Quackity; they are the kind of friends to always be there for each other. Then again a little manipulation never hurts.
“Phil has gotten a bit broody over the little guy, set his bird brain off of seeing a ‘nestling`”
Wilbur kept his voice down but calm, to not scare Quackity, nor alert anyone.
Quackity looked a bit sympathetic to Wilbur having known what the bird brain can do to people. How Quackity was also protective of his flock but selective on who joined. When someone joins the flock it’s permanent.
Wilbur continued, “Honestly I’ve grown fond of the kid myself, he is quite adorable being all small and fluffy. You know?”
Quackity nodded his head, you could see it click in his head to what Wilbur was getting at.
“Karl has already grown fond of Tommy. He knows a lot about rabbits and saved him from dying of stress.”
Tommy? What was the bunny's name? It suited him but Wilbur preferred bun as his name.
“So has Philza, in fact, we all are fond of Tommy, although I haven’t heard of rabbits dying of stress before.” Wilbur needed to look out for that. He would never want to kill him.
Quackity was still hesitant with giving out information, maybe he needed another push.
“Quackity, I would never harm a child. Is that really what you think of me? Intentionally trying to kill a child?” Wilbur gave an offended look that made Quackity panic a little bit.
“No! I know you wouldn't kill a kid it's just, he's really stressed out right now. Karl knows how to calm him down and maybe let him adjust before anything big happens.” The `before you take him` was left unsaid.
Wilbur debated in his head for a moment. On one hand, he really wanted the kid now, on the other hand, he wouldn't want to kill him. Are the rabbits dying from stress a real thing? Quackity seemed pretty genuine about it and his feathers didn’t show a sign of lying.
Wilbur chuckled. “How about this, you keep the bunny” Quackity gave a sigh of relief,”untill he has learned to calm down. We wouldn’t want him dying of stress now would we? Just teach him some tips to stay calm and then we’ll pick him up. Let Karl say his goodbyes you know?”
Quackity looked a bit disturbed but that was okay, Wilbur knows he would never put his fiances in danger, and Wilbur’s family would do what ever they needed, to get what they wanted.
Quackity may be an exception but Wilbur never knew his fiances well enough to protect them from his family.
Wilbur decided his friend had enough and got up knowing eyes were still on them, a few may have heard but Wilbur didn’t care he would soon have what he wanted.
—-
When Quackity returned he looked at Tommy a little funny, always being distant or giving him small smiles. Tommy didn’t like it but Karl was being nice so he didn’t care.
Currently, Karl was teaching him some breathing and grounding techniques to prevent him from overly stressing, Tommy wasn’t all too interested but whenever he did well Karl gave him head pats which were nice.
“So whenever I start freaking out I just touch the ground count five things I can see or hear and then just stop?”
Karl giggled at Tommy and replied, “Yes but no, you won’t just stop panicking but you will calm down enough to be able to know what’s going on. To think in a flight or fight situation.”
Tommy nodded in understanding while looking over to the other two adults.
Quackity was watching from the kitchen, said something to Sapnap and they both walked into another room.
Karl followed his gaze, “don’t worry about them they do that sometimes, just helps them figure things out you know?” Karl tried to be understanding but Tommy knew what he meant by figuring things out. They were figuring out what to do with him.
Figuring out if he was worth putting them in danger.
Karl tilted his chin up and gave his iconic reassuring smile. “I’ll make sure you stay okay, those two are simps for me and I can ask them pretty much anything” Tommy giggled at this and felt a bit better, at least he had Karl on his side.
Sapnap returned with Quackity looking a bit disturbed but frustrated with Quackity who also wasn’t looking too good. More guilty than anything else. This made Tommy worry enough to speak up, “Hey! Are you too bitches okay?” Quackity looked startled at him speaking and proceeded to look even more guilty. Sapnap was the one who spoke up, “Yeah we’re good Quackity just made a small mistake,” Sapnap seemed to glare a bit a Quackity while saying that. “Nothing to worry about.”
Karl looked a bit worried at that. Which made Sapnap gesture to Quackity. “Hey, Sapnap hang out with Tommy real quick I’ll talk to Quackity to see what’s going on.” Sapnap looked alarmed for a second before Quackity nodded and walked to the door Karl in toe.
Now it’s just Sapnap and Tommy, and it’s very awkward. Sapnap looked like he was about to shit himself being in the presence of Tommy, so naturally, he had to say something.
“Big man, you need a shit?” Sapnap looked stunned for a second, maybe it was the nickname or the secret. Nothing else.
“Uhh, can you repeat the question I think I misheard you?”
Tommy rolled his eyes and repeated, “Do you. Need. A shit.”
Sapnap gave a startled laugh, “Heh uh no I don’t think so.”
Tommy gave him a suspicious look and nodded “ uh-huh I see what you did there.”
“I didn’t do anything,”
“I know, I know, I got you.”
“Tommy, I didn’t.”
Sapnap looked a bit better and by better, he means confused and amused.
A loud slam was heard and Karl stormed past them looking upset while Quackity was following him spitting apologizes like they were going out of business.
“I’m going to go see what that was about”
And just like that Tommy was on his own again.
He could only faintly hear their hushed whispering through the walls but not enough to make anything out. They knew he could hear well so this was something they didn’t want him to hear.
That’s fine! He didn’t want to hear their dumb shit anyway, and he’s not going to sulk until any one of them comes back and explains shit.
It was quiet for a while before Karl came back eyes suspiciously shiny, and he knelt down to Tommy, “H-Hey, uh people kind of figured out that you’re staying with us.” Tommy sucked in a breath he knew this was coming. That didn’t mean Tommy wanted to hear it.
“I know, you’re gonna have to get rid of me, it’s okay I’ve survived in the forest I can do it again.” Tommy was going to continue before Quackity stopped him, “What!? We aren’t leaving you in the forest!” Both Sapnap and Karl nodded their heads to this looking a bit offended that he would think they would just leave him.
“But you guys can’t keep me, right?” Karl nodded and looked like he was going to cry, he might it isn’t an easy decision.
Quackity quickly butts in, “But we found someone to take you, you won’t be hurt and they have experience with children.” Both Sapnap and Karl looked at Quackity with mixed feelings.
“We don’t want to give you up, you really fun to have around. Hell like a little sibling.” Tommy’s heart didn’t warm at that, nope not at all. “It’s just we’ll all be in danger if we stay together, rabbit hybrids are a very new thing and people aren’t always accepting to new changes.”
Tommy’s gaze drifted down at that before he snapped his head up. “I’ll be fine! Besides I trust you guys, I can handle anything! Also, I maybe don’t want youguystogethurt.” Tommy quickly mumbled the last part but judging by the small `aww’s` they heard him anyway.
They looked a bit relieved at that, “I’ll still be able to see you guys right?” Karl knelt down to him and petted his head and smiled at him, his eyes were suspiciously shiny but Tommy chose to ignore that. “I’ll make sure that we will always be able to get to you.”
Tommy smiled at this but didn’t notice Quackity’s worried expression.
—-
It was later at night and Tommy was sleeping in his box with a few pillows and blankets that Sapnap carefully lifted the box, Quackity was watching trying to keep himself distanced from his emotions. Karl was still asleep, they both knew he would try and talk them out of it. He was sure to be mad in the morning but it was better than dead.
Tommy sturred a bit in his sleep but quickly went back to sleep when Sapnap rubbed his ears. It made his heartache with the trust Tommy gave them only to hand him over, to some of the cruelest people he knew.
Quackity was looking like shit as well but Sapnap had a hard time sympathizing since he was the one who let it slip. Quackity tried justifying how Wilbur would never hurt a kid but the damage was done. Tommy would be handed over and maybe they would get to see him.
Quackity knew he fucked up but you can’t undo the past, Sapnap wouldn’t stay mad at him forever, maybe Karl could forget, using his memory problems, maybe they would get to see the kid. It was difficult with so many unknowns.
In the distance, he saw three figures one with wings one with a tail, and one that was a brute. Sapnap grew up in the nether and piglin brutes are some of the most terrifying fighters he had ever encountered. Even with Techno being a hybrid, he still was more piglin than human just with an intelligence that made him a formidable fighter.
“Hey mate, sorry to keep you up this late didn’t want any people around.” Sapnap gave a grunt in response his fingers tightening around the box. He didn’t want to give up the kid and Techno leveled him with a glare, making him squirm.
“Where’s the kid?” Wilbur looked behind Quackity who rolled his eyes, “He’s in the box”
Philza moved towards the box and Sapnap made sure to stay still. Philza carefully moved one of the blankets back and saw a little face that made Philza’s feathers ruffle a little bit.
“We’ll be taking that off your hand’s mate.” Sapnap nodded stiffly while Techno took the box from his hands.
“Now is there anything you guys discovered about him? I know he told you guys his name but anything else?” Both Sapnap and Quackity shared a look at Wilburs question when Techno interrupted their silent conversation. “It will do you well to tell us what you know.” It was a plain threat.
Quackity spoke up first. “His name is Tommy he’s fourteen and likes to swear.”
Sapnap kept his gaze away from Quackity, he didn’t want to see his face right now.
“Karl said that to help keep him calm is to give him space and let him burrow in his nest, being picked up and smothered only makes it worse.” The last part was made up on the spot but they didn’t need to know that.
Philza nodded and gave a smile, he did that a lot which made him a good leader of the village. Giving people a smile and confidence that he can lead and protect. Those who knew him well could tell the meaning behind them. Sapnap was not one of them.
“Thanks for that mate, hope you guys have a nice night and tell Karl we said hi.”
Sapnap nodded again while Quackity remained silent. The trio walked away leaving them standing there. It was a quiet walk home the only noises being the wildlife and some small hushed whispers in the shadows. A nerve-racking caw of a crow was occasionally heard but didn’t get recoginzed.
Once both of them shut the door in their home they looked at each other, not knowing what to say.
Someone else spoke for them.
“What the honk did you do.”
Notes:
Dark sbi coming soon
Chapter 5: And then there were four
Summary:
Quick warnings for dark sbi and Tommy panics a bunch
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Wilbur kept trying to pull back the blanket more to see the kid, Phil had to keep pushing him back while Techno power walked back to their house.
Phil was trying to refrain from cooing at the small child and just wanted to scoop him up and keep him safe.
The blankets would move up and down showing he was still breathing. Techno always wanted a younger sibling so Wilbur would leave him alone more often. Techno was the `younger twin` between him and Wilbur.
They weren’t sure about their actual birthdays but Wilbur always seemed older with his outgoing personality.
Techno wants to call bullshit on it, but everyone seems to go along with it.
Techno may have also wanted a younger brother, their family always did seem to be a little empty. Tommy seemed to have a spitfire personality so if they got his instincts to stop seeing them as threats.
He knows Wilbur still feels bad about scaring him with a playful hiss.
Then that Quackity guy and his fiance were rather annoying but helpful. Quackity and Techno never got along well but since he was friends with Wilbur he tolerated his presence.
Once their house came into view (they made sure to move on from the medical tent not wanting another escape.) The small blanket pile was beginning to move more so they needed to work quickly.
“Hey mate, put the box in the nest, it would be good to have him get used to our scent.”
Techno nodded and went and set the box down while Wilbur and Phil started rearranging the blankets around him.
Wilbur stopped for a moment and then looked down at the box.
“Phil, why didn’t we take him sooner? He's so cute~” This was said in a hushed whisper.
“I wanted to take him home earlier too but since rabbits don’t do too well with stress, Karl knew what he was doing to help him, but it doesn’t matter now that he’s here and safe.”
Wilbur still sulked a bit but went along with Phil anyways. Techno sat down and closed his eyes.
“Going to sleep already mate?” Techno nodded, “I want to be awake when he gets up, since he’s clearly not waking up now.” He gestured to the box which was barely moving, only showing a sign of life with the small blanket going up and down.
Wilbur quickly started to check the windows and doors to make sure Tommy couldn't escape again. Phil chuckled at him, “Will we already check that everything was secure. He’s not going to be able to go.” Techno shushed him and tried to fall asleep again.
Wilbur huffed and sat down by the box barely leaning against it, his tail curled around it slightly and he shut his eyes willing himself to fall asleep.
Phil gave an amused sigh and got comfortable in the nest as well before going to sleep, with the comforting thought of all his children by his side.
—-
When Tommy woke up he was very warm, which wasn’t too unusual since he started staying at Karl’s. What was unusual was the new saints that were starting to come in from the blankets.
They were familiar but he couldn't put his finger on it. His hindbrain was tensing up and relaxing at the same time, being at war with itself. That was a problem for future Tommy. Now Tommy needed to know where he was.
He lifted the blankets off his head and squinted his eyes a bit from the sun coming through the windows.
A chuckle came from behind him, it startled Tommy so he whipped his head around and came face to face with Phil.
Tommy took a sharp inhale and dove back under the blankets very confused and scared. A sad coo came from above him.
“It’s okay mate, we won't hurt ya.” Another shuffle came from the other side of him. The blanket was only providing so much comfort along with blinding him from seeing who else was there. Although it wouldn't be too hard for Tommy to guess who it was.
A hand was petting him through the blanket and Tommy stiffened and stayed as still as he could while it continued. A gruff voice interrupted it. “Wil stop freaking him out, let him settle in first.”
Tommy did not like the last part of the sentence, or when Will whined and kept petting him.
“How about you guys just fucking let me go!” Tommy was rather pissed right now and wanted to bite the hand that refused to leave him alone.
Wil chuckled at this and ruffled his head before taking his hand back. Tommy grumbled a bit at him, chuckling at his distress.
Calm down Tommy, he took a deep breath clutched the blanket tighter, and burrowed deeper in the box.
There was a bit of light coming from one of the sides and if he squeezed his head against it, he could see through.
He could see Wilbur’s side and a bit of Phil’s wing. He almost made a squeak from how close they were but kept his mouth shut. Wilbur shuffled around a bit and he saw Techno.
They locked eyes and he made a `beep` sound before covering the crack with a blanket.
Techno chuckled and the other two looked at him confused.
“He was watching you guys through a crack in the crate and made eye contact with me.”
Wilbur chuckled a bit and leaned down to the side of the box.
“Awww did the little bun get scared? Don’t worry Tech wouldn't harm a fly.”
Techno snorted at Wilbur's comment and Phil chuckled. Tommy grumbled at the nickname.
“My name’s not fuckin bun, it’s Tommy asshole.” These bitches were testing his patience since they abducted him from Karl.
Wait! What did they do to Karl!
“Wait!” Tommy burst his head out through the top of the blanket mound alarming the others.
“What did you do to Karl and Sapnap, and the other dude! I know Karl wouldn't have just let you snatch me!” Tommy was glaring at all three of them but mainly Wilbur since he was closer.
“We didn’t do anything, they handed you over willingly.” Phil looked sympathetic and had a pitying look in his eyes. Tommy looked betrayed, “They said they were giving me to someone who wouldn't hurt me” If his voice wavered nobody said anything.
Wilbur had a sad look on his face like Tommy offended him or something.
“Toms, we would never hurt you. Ever.” Tommy would have been more concerned about the possessive tone in his voice if his brain didn’t get stuck on the nickname.
Wilbur took notice of this and immediately exploited it. “Sunshine we would never even think of causing you harm, and will kill anyone who does.” Wilbur had gotten closer and noticed the embarrassed flush spreading across Tommy’s face at it.
Phil chuckled a bit at it and Techno rolled his eyes.
Wilbur cupped Tommy’s face in his hands and gave him an amused smile, “Understand Toms?” Tommy nodded yes, his brain still trying to catch up.
Nobody had ever called him nicknames besides Purpled, mostly it was insulting but a small fond nickname slipped in every now and then and it always made his heart warm.
A total stranger shouldn't have the same effect but here he stood face squished with a theater kid staring him in the eyes.
Tommy pulled his head away while shaking it and glaring at Wilbur. He was now more embarrassed with both Phil and Techno seeing the whole ordeal. In Tommy’s perfect world that never would have happened but here he was stuck in a blanket box with three bitches staring him down.
“You never answered my question if they were okay.” Tommy regained his wits and stared back at Wilbur who hummed at his question.
“They’re okay, didn't seem too upset and gave you up without question so I would assume they were fine.” Tommy’s heart broke a bit more at that but he tried not to let it show.
Phil’s sad coo proved he wasn’t too sneaky about it. He lifted a wing and carefully wrapped it around the box pulling him closer. At first, Tommy was worried and then his hindbrain relaxed a bit.
The comfort of the wings blocking out the suffocating stares and burning light. It was also rather warm, which he wasn't complaining about.
It was rather nice so he curled up into the blankets and shut his eyes hoping that this was just some sort of fucked dream and not reality.
A coo was heard from outside of his nest and he scowled at it. These dicks were finding his tiredness cute? How fucking dare they.
“Shut the hell up asshole I’m trying to sleep off this nightmare of a morning.” The coo was cut a bit short and a small whine was heard and he did not feel guilty for those kid snatching jerks.
If they wanted to be butt-hurt over him having rational emotions to his situation, he's going to make it very well known. “I don’t see why you guys are getting upset over me having an emotion to what's going on! You guys may not hurt me but you are still weird as fuck!”
Tommy’s breaths were heavier after his rant and he began to feel a headache form. Not a good thing to have right now. He needs to be able to think clearly if he wants to be able to escape.
“Mate, we just want you to be comfortable here, with us” Phil had emphasized the `Us` in his sentence making Tommy’s fur stand on end. He didn’t want to be stuck with them. Tommy wanted to go back to the burrow, kick the elders and play pranks with Purpled.
The wings lowered a bit and Tommy could feel eyes on him again. He hated it.
“I. Don’t. Want. To. Be. With. You!” Tommy got progressively louder with each word.
Techno let out a warning `chuff` that made Tommy freeze. “Tommy you don’t have a choice, either get used to it or suffer for the rest of your life because we are not letting you go.”
“I will never get used to you fuckers! I will find a way to leave!” Tommy was locked in position but his mouth always spoke faster than his brain. He began to panic again but pushed it down to stare up at Wilbur who had peeled the blanket back a bit to stare at him.
“Toms, you will never leave.”
That was the last thing he heard before he blacked out from overloading stress.
Notes:
This got a lot more attention than I thought it would so thank you! And it feeds my ego which is nice.
Chapter 6: How are you not dead?
Summary:
Tommy goes down hill….or wall.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Wilbur immediately began to panic, “HOLY SHIT DID WE KILL HIM?” Phil was quickly peeling Wilbur away so Techno could check his pulse.
“No, he is fine, he has just passed out. Most likely from the stress.” He glared at Wilbur.
“Why did you think it was a good idea to threaten him in an already stressful situation, at least let him settle in.”
Wilbur looked a bit guilty, “I don’t know, I just want him to know so he’ll get used to us.”
Phil knew Wilbur’s urge to just scoop up the kid and not let him go, but Wilbur should know better than that.
“Maybe you should take a few steps back mate.” Wilbur looked a bit betrayed before resigning himself.
“Fine, but once he warms up I will snatch him.”
Phil chuckled at his response before carefully picking up Tommy making Techno tense.
“Should we be touching him?” Techno didn’t want to stress him out more.
Phil waved him off, “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”
Phil slowly petted his ears and Tommy subconsciously leaned into the hand. Wilbur cooed at this and started rubbing along his back making a small purr.
Techno sighed and scooched over to slowly lean against them. A little affection wouldn't kill the kid.
After sitting there for a few minutes it was enough for Techno and he got up to go make breakfast, with all the excitement they had forgotten to eat dinner. Techno had wanted to make baked potatoes but the others didn’t see that as a `breakfast` food.
It was truly their fault for not getting to the kitchen before him.
—-
When Tommy opened his eyes he was alone. Thank god they were gone. He can finally look around and see how to escape.
Wilbur freaks him the hell out, so note to self avoid him. Tommy stepped out of the box and started walking out of the nest and heading to the door.
Locked. Dammit that would have been so easy. Tommy huffed a bit walked to the closest window and looked down. He was two stories up. Tommy didn’t think he could reach a new level of anger, but here he is ready to murder a certain trio.
Tommy hopped on one of the chairs to get a good survey of the room. It was rather big compared to him with the nest taking up most of the middle part while some chairs and blankets covered the edges.
Tommy thinks there used to be a table here and moved it. There were some faint footsteps and Tommy quickly bolted behind a chair with a few blankets to hide under.
A moment later Wilbur walked in, tray in hand and looked down into the box. It only went up to his waist.
Tommy saw the moment his face morphed into confusion then got excited and began to look around.
“Sunshine~ Where may you be? I got some food for you.” Wilbur began walking along the edges of the room slowly getting closer to Tommy. Tommy was panicking on the inside, what the hell should he do.
Tommy scooched back a bit and felt himself dip back behind the wall?
Tommy saw that there was a hole, barely big enough to fit himself let alone anyone else.
Wilbur was standing in front of him, “I found you~”
Tommy waited until he had put one hand on the chair before kicking it at him pushing himself through the hole and falling down a bit.
“DAMMIT TOMMY!” Wilbur cursed with a thunk falling back.
Tommy was already far gone falling back through the drywall going down a bit. He let out a small whimper when his cut opened back up on a nail he hit.
“Tommy? Are you okay?” That was Phil’s voice. Wilbur was still swearing but it had quieted down. Tommy was left at the bottom, not doing too well. It was dark besides the faint light coming through the top and little stones littered the floor he was on.
“Tommy? Mate? You think you can get back up?”
Tommy only responded with a whine and a small nervous thump.
Phil started threading a thing blanket down through the hole thinking Tommy was dumb enough to go back. They would surely kill him now. Tommy saw the blanket only reach a bit above his reach.
Tommy sighed with a small whimper mixed in and started tracing his hand against the wall, looking for an exit. Everything hurts.
He stepped on a sharp rock and let out a yelp which had Phil yelling for him again.
Tommy just wanted to rest, be with Purpled, and not have to worry about dying. He shouldn’t have to because he was barely a teenager.
He felt like he was dying, his insides were twisted, his legs and head hurt, his mental state was going far down. This was not ideal. Actually, no sugar coating this shit! He was tired and wanted to end the pain.
There was a bit of warmth coming from one side of the wall so he pushed his side up against it and slid down into a small ball. Slowly falling asleep.
—--
“Phil! I thought you knew how to raise children!” Wilbur cried out trying to fit his head in the hole.
“I do! But not with bunnies! I barely knew how to raise you too!” Phil was freaking out the small cries then the silence was not very hopeful.
“Bruhhh I left you alone for five minutes and you’ve already lost him.” Techno was looking calm but his ears being pinned showed worry.
“He fell through a fucking hole in the wall and went quiet!” Wilbur was all ruffled up and worried. His tail swished back and forth knocking dust up into the air.
Techno sighed, looked at where the hole was placed, and began to walk down the stairs the two were confused with his reaction.
“If he fell through the wall and went down that means he would be on the ground floor near the kitchen. Since the room is above the kitchen he should be behind a cabinet.”
Wilbur was grateful for his twin in times like these, him being able to stay mostly calm, or calmer than him but that isn’t saying much.
Phill quickly got to work emptying the cabinets and looking at techno to see where he may be.
Wilbur opened his mouth to speak when a small whimper came from a far cabinet. It was faint but Wilburs ears could pick it up.
Almost like he was in a trance he emptied out one of the cabinets carefully and peeled back the cover and ripped off one of the wood planks to reveal a small fluff ball with some blood on him.
Phil let out a worried trill at it when Wilbur stood up with him in his arms. “We need to get him cleaned up and disinfect his wounds.” Techno was already getting the first aid kit and Phil was putting a wet rag on Tommy cleaning his fur of blood.
Tommy barely stirred besides a few whimpers in his sleep. Wilbur felt extremely guilty, did he even have the right to be near him? Would he just freak him out again? Would Wilbur kill him?
Phil noticed his spiraling thoughts and cupped his head in his hand. “We’ll get through this, Tommy will be okay.” Wilbur nodded and shuffled Tommy in his arms in a more comfortable position.
Tommy snuggled a bit closer and seemed to relax, making Wilbur’s face split out in a huge goofy grin while Phill continued to clean with a small smirk.
Techno returned rather quickly and opened it up. The case had some dust on it but otherwise looked fine. He took out some alcohol wipes and handed them to Phil who would wipe one over a scrape making Tommy whimper.
Wilbur cringed and buried his face in Tommy’s fur whispering sweet nothings to distract him.
“It’s okay I got you, you’ll be okay.” Tommy had tears in his eyes and was barely conscious.
Phil hurried and bandaged him back up. Techno watched worried and started very carefully rubbing Tommy’s back in a soothing motion to help calm him down.
—---
After a while, everyone began to calm down and Tommy was still snuggled up on Wilbur’s chest. Phil looked tired and Techno was holed up in his room, most likely reading through his mythology books for comfort. He always did that, when stressed.
Tommy had been asleep for a while; his breathing has since calmed down thankfully.
He did have a fever which put a cold compress on his forehead.
Wilbur held his arms over Tommy keeping him close, to not let him go. Ever.
Phil was slowly drifting off to sleep from the events of today being exhausting.
Wilbur wouldn't sleep; he had to watch over everyone. Make sure nothing happened. Nothing will harm his family, no matter how tired his body may be.
Techno walked down book in hand and saw Wilbur struggling to stay awake.
“Wil, go to be I can keep watch.” Techno phrased it like a question but Wilbur knew better.
“Just for a little while.”
Techno gave a huff of amusement at his response.
In the morning Tommy was really drowsy and get whining and trying to snuggle into a little ball. Wilbur had a constant grin with a nonstop purr and kept nuzzling his head against Tommy’s curls making him fuss.
“Wil quit messing with him, he’ll get fussy.” Phil was giving Wilbur an unimpressed look but his lips curled up a bit in amusement.
Techno was asleep on the couch from staying awake for almost two days. He’s most likely not woken up till noon. Phill had put a blanket over him when he woke up and told Techno to sleep.
Tommy had a glazed look over his face didn’t like opening his eyes and kept making small noises that had Wilbur cooing over him. Wilbur refused to let him go still, even when Phil asked to hold him.
Wilbur sat at the kitchen table and gave Tommy a small carrot. Watching his little nose twitch with every bite had Wilbur booping his nose and nuzzling him. Phil gave a fond sigh and placed a few pancakes on a plate.
Techno gave a loud grunt from the other room and walked over groggily to the pancakes. The smell has woken him. Phil gave a laugh at this and pushed a pancake to Techno who would begin eating with the side of his face squished on the table.
Wilbur gave a side glance at Techno a few times. When that didn’t get his attention he kicked his leg which made Techno snap a glare at him.
“Hey, Tech.”
“No.”
“Tech”
“Wil why.”
“Guess what I got.”
“Diabetes.”
“No, guess again.”
“A black eye.”
“No, I don’t have one.”
“Not yet.”
“Boys!”
Both of them turned to Phil who placed a few more pancakes on the table before sitting down.
“Alright, we have to be very careful with Tommy, and not stress him out.” Phil gave a glance at Wilbur during the last part of the sentence, who was purposely not making eye contact and petting Tommy.
“Since he is a bit spacy at the moment we can just keep him close and used to us.”
Techno said which Wilbur nodded to before Techno continued. “So we would have to take turns with spending time with him.” Wilbur looked betrayed at Techno and held Tommy a bit tighter.
Phil seemed to agree with this idea. “That sounds like it would work.”
Tommy didn’t know what was going on and just wanted more food. He made this clear by biting Wilbur.
“Ow What the Fuck Tommy!” Wilbur lifted Tommy up a bit his shirt attached to Tommy’s mouth, making small ripping sounds.
“Stop you fucking Gremlin!”
Both Phil and Techno were laughing at Wilbur trying to dislodge Tommy’s teeth from his shirt.
“I think he might be hungry.” Techno chuckled at him.
“No shit Techno,” Wilbur didn’t even look at him still prying Tommy off his shirt a small hole getting bigger and bigger.
“This was my favorite shirt you asshole!”
“Mhmrrr!”
Phil walked over and put a pancake near Tommy’s nose. It twitched once before he let go and started eating the Pancake. Wilbur looked pissed and Phil took Tommy out of Wilburs hands. “Might want to change your shirt Wil.”
Wilbur gave a deadpan look at Phil and marched back up the stairs. Phil chuckled and readjusted Tommy in a more comfortable position in his arms.
“We’re gonna have a fun week Bun.”
Notes:
The major character death tag is lookin mighty fine with how much stress Tommy is going through
Chapter 7: This is Sparta
Summary:
Hehe fluff
This is all platonic
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Tommy’s head was pretty fuzzy. He could faintly understand words but it didn’t seem like anything important so he stayed pretty docile. It’s not like anything matters at the moment.
He remembered being lifted from the heated cushion and passed to a different one. There was mostly quiet and occasionally a round piece of sweet bread put by his nose. It tasted very good.
Where and Who could he bite to get more?
Tommy tried to bite the fuzzy thing near his face but it moved away and out another piece of food by his mouth.
Mission successful.
A chuckle brought him out of his inner monologue and began rubbing his ears, that was very nice. Like how Karl did it! Tommy really misses Karl. Even Quackity and Sapnap. They were nice.
In the meantime, he can just enjoy whoever has started massaging his head.
A small chuffing sound came from the side of him and he flicked his ear to it. What was that? He felt himself be passed to another place.
The air made him cold quickly before an almost overwhelming heat came over him and a gruff hand held him up close to it. The cloth was very soft so he kept himself pressed against it. Which had a small comforting rumble in return.
He felt the thing move up and the air bushing his fur back a bit showed them they were moving through the room. They eventually settled down in a darker place and he was curled up against something that was slowly moving up and down.
It was very nice he didn’t have to worry about anything. There was nothing he felt like danger. Even his hindbrain was quiet for once since he had gotten thrown out.
A gruff voice started speaking in a rehearsed way like he was reading a book. Upon opening one eye the faint silhouette did look like a book. This was nice, nothing seemed to be going wrong so he can stay relaxed.
He was pulled a bit closer to the warmth and he pushed his head towards it earning a chuckle. This was nice.
He wasn't sure how long he stayed there but after a while, a sliver of light went across his face and he scrunched his nose and buried his face down. A little bit of light won't ruin his day. Or afternoon? He wasn’t sure how long it’s been.
“You’ve had him all day, hand him over.” The voice was familiar but gave him a sense of annoyance. “How about no. You had him all night. I would say it’s Phil’s turn.”
“You just don’t want me to have him. Why?”
“Why not?”
“Go to hell Techno.”
Tommy gave a huff of annoyance and twitched his ears back a bit. Silence followed then the same annoying voice spoke again, laced with humor. “Techno his tail wiggles when he's annoyed.”
“Do it again Wil.”
“Do what? We don’t even know what annoyed him.”
“Just be yourself.”
A woosh of air went above him and a muffled oomph was heard and another whoosh of air. He opened his eyes and saw another pillow go above him. What the hell are they doing. Before he could say anything a pillow smacked him square in the face.
“SHIT I UNDERSHOT IT.” A higher-pitched laugh followed it and Tommy was ready to shank a bitch.
“His tail is doing the thing again!”
A hand smoothed down his ears and sharp claws gently carded down his back. He turned his head a bit to look at it but had his head guided back down a bit. It felt a bit like a massage.
The two voices went back and forth a bit before coming to an agreement.
He felt himself being lifted up and his head tucked into someone's neck. The scent was familiar so he curled closer to it.
A rumbling purr came from the person holding him and began walking them to another place. This was nice. It reminded him of home. When he was still in the nursery with Purpled. Adults would come in and read them stories and keep them warm.
Tommy missed that. He missed being able to stay with Purple and goof around all day. Not having to worry about random predators killing them or being thrown out. Why did he have to bump into an Elder?
Why couldn't he be such a screw-up? Having to always swear or insulting things. He never means them! It’s just difficult to trust someone for them to twist his words or just laugh.
Tommy shouldn't think about that right now. Why? The only thing he can do right now is thinking. Might as well since you can’t avoid it forever. Those `Elders` separated you from your only true family and now you are in the hands of some dangerous people.
Wait.. What was that last one?
Opening his eyes completely took some time. He was so lost in thought that he hadn't noticed being carried to a den-looking place with blankets everywhere. It may look like a mess but certain blankets could be lifted up to store items. Very airy too. He looked at a window and saw some white fluffy clouds.
As he looked over to Wilbur he scrunched his nose and backed away. He felt rather confident. These people wouldn't hurt him. His hindbrain was mostly calm with a few urges to run. The normal.
“Bitch boy! What the actual hell is going on!” Tommy was pissed, the few conversations he could make out earlier were not something he was overly happy about. Another reason was him being passed around like a toy. Handing a burden from one person to another.
“What may it be sunshine?” His voice was teasing and Tommy knew he was trying to get a reaction out of him. It worked when he felt his face heat up. Wilbur gave a tooth-filled grin at his reaction.
“You know what I’m talking about! The freaking doll-like treatment!”
Wilbur looked a bit confused. “Doll?”
Tommy nodded his head and stood up a bit. He wasn't tall enough to be intimidating but it helped convey his anger. “The picking me up and holding me! Along with the other stuff.” The last part was mumbled but Wilbur heard it. They both knew that. The question was if they were to acknowledge it.
“It’s not treating you like a doll. It’s treating you like a child, or a younger sibling.” Wilbur had gotten a bit closer as he spoke, his tail curling around Tommy a bit.
“Besides, you seemed to not be bothered by it. You actually snuggled a bit closer.”
Tommy’s face felt like it was on fire. Fucking hell this shouldn't bother him. I mean everyone gets a bit delirious when they fall into the inside of a wall.
He could remember it clearly though.
“Awww is the little bun embarrassed?” Wilbur's voice snapped him back to reality and he glared at Wilbur again. Making eye contact was a bit difficult but he ran off of pure spit. So making absurd eye contact it is.
“I’m not embarrassed! I’m just hot in all ways!”
Wilbur looked thoroughly amused and when did he get so close?
“Uh-huh, I hate to disagree but I am pretty sure that a red face means you’re embarrassed.”
Tommy twitched one of his ears in anger and was two seconds from lunging at the bitch before a smooth talon began rubbing on the inside of his ear.
His head went a bit fuzzy before he dipped his head forward a bit to give it more access to keep rubbing his ear. This was very nice. The talon claw thing was very careful to not hurt him.
“With just a few pets you become mush don’t you darling?” Tommy didn’t care for the voice, it was just speaking nonsense and not being important.
When the hand retracted a bit he gave a needy whine and leaned closer following the hand, it shouldn't have stopped the massages. Come back!
“Here I’m not going away I’m just leaning back a bit, come here and it will be much more comfortable.” It was phrased like a question but he was scooped up too quickly to give much of a choice. His head was pressed against Wilbur's chest and he got a double ear massage.
It was bliss. Having both talons trace and rub his ears had him snuggling as close as possible to never have them leave. His head was a mix of cotton and his hindbrain was there but he guessed it was to also enjoy the bliss.
His eyes fluttered a bit before he went limp and locked his claws on the fabric beneath him.
“It seems I’ve found your off button little fluff.”
That was the last thing he heard before he drifted off to sleep.
—-
Wilbur honestly thought Tommy would be much more rigid. He was resisting the potion by being awake which was surprising. He was completely out of it for a few hours before snapping back to himself in a few short minutes.
Did Techno plan this? Did he slip Tommy milk just so he would be a menace for him?
Jokes on Techno, Wilbur found out Tommy could easily be comforted by simple ear rubs.
It was a bit surprising how quickly he went from embarrassed to complete putty.
Wilbur’s hands began to get sore and Tommy was asleep so he could rest for a bit. Tommy had his claws ingrained in his shirt. As Well as Wilbur’s skin, but it’s fine. Those tiny little pricks for claws barely hurt. It's the fucking legs he has to watch out for.
Tommy may be small but his kicks hurt like hell! He still shudders when he thinks of it. He knew rabbits had powerful kicking strength but rabbit hybrids were even stronger. Well in the leg sense, they were still short and had long ears.
One thing that was a pleasant surprise was how soft Tommy was. He hadn't had a lot of time to really notice it but it was fluffy, soft and his little nose when he would snuggle closer would tickle and it was the cutest thing ever. Wilbur wanted to hold him forever.
Tommy had not noticed when Wilbur was slowly getting closer, every time he would look away he would lean forward and move his arm around to his head. Trying to be able to give him some affection. Watching him realize this but still be a spiteful shit was both endearing and funny.
Wilbur had not ever met someone quite like Tommy. Someone who had a raging fire and wasn’t afraid to show it. While others may have something similar to that they weren't a bunny hybrid nor were they willing to run even when they have been caught. Usually, the prey freezes up by then but he didn’t.
Wilbur wanted to explore how far his spite was willing to go against his instincts who have already begun to warm up to them. Tommy seemed more confident with him and even leaned forward when Wilbur began to pet his ears.
Tommy had immediately begun leaning on him when he massaged his ear. It was so soft and it had Wilbur give a goofy smile as he pulled Tommy up to him. It took all his willpower to not laugh at how quickly he fell to him.
Wilbur debated telling the others. On one hand, it would get Tommy to warm up to them quicker, on the other hand. Wilbur wanted to be the only one to snuggle with him. Seeing Tommy so content with Techno pissed him off a bit so naturally, he told him he would bring him to Phil and promptly took him to his room.
Not like Techno would know. He was too busy reading his book, barely paying attention to this little bun who was currently letting out soft snores looking very peaceful and relaxed. Wilbur brought one of his hands down to pet down his back.
Tommy seemed to be okay with this to have not woken up and still be peaceful. Wilbur wondered how long it would take for Techno to realize Wilbur lied and that he was currently having one of the best moments of his life. This tiny little rabbit had turned his family upside down trying to gain his trust.
It was funny when you weren't the one trying to gain his trust. Having to get him out behind a cabinet was very stressful and Wilbur was panicked the entire time and balanced on the line of just dissociating and not letting himself be panicked.
It was scary how easily he could slip out from the world and become a shell of a person just standing there with his little brother bleeding and crying. Phil looked like he aged fifty years and Techno had reached his capacity limit with emotions.
Wilbur was not ready for Tommy to die. It was a terrifying thought. Not being able to do anything while hearing the cries of a fourteen-year-old being scared out of his mind from you. If it was someone else it could be bearable but knowing you caused it. Can tear you apart inside.
That didn’t matter right now, the soft breathing and little snores showed Wilbur he was alive. Not going anywhere. Tommy would stay with Wilbur where it was safest, Wilbur would never let anyone hurt him.
“Wil! Where the hell did you take Tommy!”
Wilbur gave a small groan and looked down at Tommy.
“Damn, I really wanted to stay here for the rest of the afternoon but I guess dadza had other plans.”
Tommy gave a small nose twitch for a response and buried his head back down.
Wilbur was about to boop it before he got interrupted by someone coming into his room.
Not very quiet he might add.
“Wil give him up, you've had him the most out of all of us. Also, he needs a break from being smothered.” Phil had a point but Tommy was asleep.
Wilbur rolled his eyes and pointed at Tommy, trying to not wake him up more.
Phil looked over and saw Tommy all relaxed and clinging to Wilbur.
He could see the confusion and surprise in his dad's eyes. Wilbur gave him a sly grin and his tail flicked with a certain smugness that would usually get Phil suspicious but now it had him speechless.
“How? He seems relaxed and looks willingly curled up with you.” Wilbur watched his dad ramble a bit before interrupting him.
“Whenever you rub or scratch his ears a bit he gets very tired and cuddly. I think his instincts are beginning to think we're family.” Wilbur was smiling before a slim ear brushed against his cheek and a tired bunny was lifting his head a bit. Tommy seemed confused and still a bit out of it.
“Wha? Wha the fug happened?” Tommy’s response had Phil narrowing his eyes at Wilbur.
“Yes William, tell us what happened.” Phil only called him by his real name when he was in trouble but Wilbur was trying to hide his Cheshire grin as he began to rub Tommy’s ear again. Tommy immediately relaxed and plopped his head against his chest and snuggled closer.
Phil’s feathers bristled a bit while Wilbur had a smug face and buried his head into Tommy’s curls whispering sweet nothings until he seemed asleep.
“Philza, I think you owe me an apology for thinking I was lying.”
Phil’s face had Wilbur chuckling.
Notes:
I’ll mostly upload once a week to get longer and more plot developed chapters.
Hope you enjoyed the fluff and thanks for the kudosAnd tommy gets to live for now, for those I scared with the last notes :3
Chapter Text
Phil wasn't sure what he was expecting when Tommy had willingly curled up with Wilbur. This was a very new development and was a good one. It was surprising since Tommy seemed to have such an iron grip on his instincts ear scratches were the last thing he would assume would affect him.
Wilbur looked so god damn smug proving him wrong that he wanted to just snatch Tommy up and run from Wilbur. It would be funny and was very tempting but Tommy could be upset by that so operation snatch was a no-go.
Although Wilbur did tell Techno he was going to give Tommy to Phil, it’s how he figured out Wilbur had him. Techno had gone downstairs and asked Phil where Tommy was. Phil was a bit amused at how Techno believed Wilbur that he wouldn't just snatch Tommy and leave. The great Technoblades excuse was that he was reading a really good book.
Wilbur was reluctant when Phil had him hand Tommy over, Wilbur had made a big deal over it and stalled for as long as he could and moved slowly. Phil had rolled his eyes at Wilbur's antics and walked briskly off with Tommy. Phil had wanted to bring the small child into an actual nest for a while.
With Tommy being so slippery and quick they kept him in a more fortified room. This also proved to be ineffective as he fell down the wall and almost died leaving him in a delirious state. Giving everyone a heart attack and having Wilbur never let him go until he got bit. Which was funny and gave Techno some bonding time with Tommy.
“I guess it all worked out since I got you~” Phil had rubbed Tommy's ears a bit to keep him docile. So he made a little noise that got Phil cooing at him. He was quite adorable, Phil hadn’t had a small nestling to take care of in a while since Techno and Wilbur got more independent.
Wilbur would occasionally snuggle up with Phil when he was upset but those days were rare. Which is good! Wilbur shouldn't be upset, but Phil had missed having a little one in the nest. Tommy could now stay with them! Phil no longer had an empty nest, he had a little one with him.
“Uhh…Phil, you good their man? Your eyes are all big an’ shit.” Phil looked at Tommy who had gotten more awake and was looking at Phil all confused. “I’m all good, I'm just happy at the moment.” Tommy narrowed his eyes and got up which had Phil quickly following him.
“I can walk on my own, you mother hen.” Tommy rolled his eyes and started walking around the room, knowing Phil’s eyes watched him wearily. The room had a rather high ceiling like he was on the first floor and they took out the ceiling and to the room above it. There were ledges and little things to climb on. A bird hybrid's dream.
Tommy looked down at where he was and he was in a nest. Phil was looking at Tommy when he raised his head. Phil looked proud? “What!” He barked, giving Phil a scowl. Phil merely chuckled and ruffled his hair. Tommy swatted his hands and messed it back into his `style`. Phil looked a bit tense watching him. “The more you stare at me the more I’m thinkin’ your more of a wrongen than you already are.”
Phil looked confused but still had an amused glint in his eyes. That rat bastard. Tommy quickly jumped out of the nest only giving a small wince from his still injured leg and headache. Phil quickly jumped up to him. “Tommy!” Tommy looked over at Phil whose wings were all ruffled. “Tommy, you can’t move too much, you're still injured.” Phil quickly scooped him up and began bringing him back to the nest.
Tommy squirmed and started trying to bite Phil who carefully maneuvered himself out of the way of Tommy’s teeth. “I don’t need to rest! I’m all hyper an shit!” Phil only sighed in response and started burrioting him in blankets. Tommy huffed and sat there, his ears folding a bit over the front of his face as he glared at Phil.
“You’re a wrong un.” Phil smirked, “Am I?” Tommy struggled a bit in the blankets, “Yes you fuckin snatched me an busted my head!” Phil looked guilty at that and Tommy wore a triumph look in his victory. Phil was only saddened at that, this was not supposed to be a battle. “Tommy, you were starving and living on your own in the wild. You clearly weren't used to it. No kid should have to go through that.”
Tommy’s face went a bit red and he looked down and mumbled angrily. Phil scootched next to him and curled up close with Tommy wrapping his wing around him and laying back a bit. Tommy grumbled but didn’t fight too much as he couldn't really do anything. Not that Phil was complaining, he was rather content having his nestling all bundled up next to him.
—--
Tommy was going to kill every single one of these motherfuckers and then go chill with Karl and find Purpled. He was still wrapped up in the blankets with Phil occasionally nuzzling his head. It felt odd. He wasn’t used to others being affectionate besides when he was a kit. Purpled was not one to hug or anything like that, just kinda there. Don’t get him wrong, Purpled was- IS awesome it's just. He also was rather self oriented. If that makes sense.
Tommy while being lost in thought didn’t notice the door opening, he did hear it close though. As he looked up Techno was there and he had two plates in hand. One had some meat on it, looking well cooked and seasoned and the other had some cooked carrots and some other vegetables. Tommy immediately knew which one was his.
Techno set his plate near him at the edge of the nest and handed Phil his. Techno looked like he was in a hurry before Phil started cooing at him. Techno froze and slowly began backing out trying to avoid eye contact with Phil. Tommy watched the interaction curiously as Phil’s wings began puffing up a bit.
Tommy barely had any time to react before Phil shot up after Techno making sharp chirps at him while Techno quickly tried to escape. Tommy leaned back a bit and watched amused as Phil quickly dragged a tired Techno into the nest while cooing at him and grabbing some blankets to wrap around him.
Tommy watched as a now blanket covered Techno was pushed down next to Tommy while Phil cooed and started trying to feed Tommy some carrots. Phil wrapped them with his wings and Tommy felt a carrot being pushed towards him. Phil’s eyes were blown wide and he let out another coo and patted Tommy’s head.
Tommy looked over to Techno who looked exasperated and a bit defeated a small napkin difrited from the ceiling with a little message saying, “Losers.” Tommy scowled and looked up and saw Wilbur laying above them on one of the support beams. He looked smug as hell and Techno chuffed a bit irritatedly. This was a mistake as Phil quickly gave worried chirps and looked back and forth for the source of his displeasure.
Wilbur quickly ducked back and hid behind the beam until Phil let out a reassuring coo and went back to dotting on them and trying to get Tommy to eat more. Wilbur's tail flicked smugly as he wrote another message this time on a paper airplane and sent it down. It hit Tommy square in the forehead which had Tommy swearing and Techno laughing slightly.
Tommy scowled and bundled up the paper and tried to throw it back up, not bothering to look at the message to the displeasure of Wilbur. Phil stopped him and looked up again only to have Wilbur duck out of sight again. Phil tilted his head in a bird-like fashion and started walking around keeping his eyes trained on the beam.
Tommy started munching on a carrot watching the interaction carefully as Phil started to silently glide up to where Wilbur was. Tommy saw as Wilbur looked down again only to be met with Phil staring straight at him, halfway up to where Wilbur was. Wilbur gave a startled cry and quickly began running off to the upper doorway. Phil gave chase and it was very cool to watch both of them dive and duck around the room.
Wilbur was very agile and could hop and climb quickly with the use of his claws. Phil gave a stern chirping everytime Wilbur dodged his grasp. Tommy chuckled and looked at Techno who had grabbed a pillow and was watching very intensely. Tommy got curious and watched as he aimed and hit Wilbur smack in the face.
Phil quickly used this moment to hook his arms underneath Wilbur’s and brought him down into the nest. Phil was cawing at him like he was scolding Wilbur, as Tommy thought about it. He probably was. Wilbur rolled his eyes and laid down panting as Phil put a few blankets on top of him and dragged him over to Techno and Tommy.
“Fuck you Techno,” Wilbur said as Techno laughed slightly and relaxed a bit. “You're such a dick.” Techno hummed slightly and placed a pillow on Wilbur’s face, having him just lay there in defeat. Making no move to remove the pillow. Tommy added another pillow and watched it wobble a bit before balancing. Tommy laughed a bit before adding another pillow. Phil watched curiously before also adding a pillow. Techno gave a weird coughing sound before also adding a pillow. Wilbur still stayed still and silent as they added more pillows.
“What are you guys doing?” As Wilbur asked, the pillow tower fell down and they all gave small `aww`s of disappointment. “Dammit Wilbur you were supposed to stay still!” Wilbur moved a pillow from his face so he could look Tommy in the eyes. “How the hell was I supposed to know that?!” Tommy gave an eye roll before puffing up his fur a bit in agitation. “That doesn’t matter you were supposed to know.”
Wilbur narrowed his eyes and gave a small hiss. Everyone tensed and looked at Tommy not wanting a repeat of last time. Tommy didn’t freeze up, instead he hissed back and flipped Wilbur off. “Cry bitch you ruined it.” Techno let out a loud laugh and ruffled Tommy’s hair as Wilbur snapped out of his transe and began arguing with him again.
Things were going good. Surprisingly.
—--
He hopped from den to den, the soot in his fur weighing him down a bit but not enough to stop him. He was rather pissed and woulden’t be pushed down for anything. He climbed up to a rather taller den and surveyed things from the high ground. The moonlight barely showing anyone around. The smells were very odd and the wind was the only comforting thing at the moment.
He didn’t understand why these people would have such odd looking dens rather than trees or anything more practical. The thing that broke him out of his thoughts were a conversation about three mounds away. He quickly ran over there silent and steady trying to blend in with the rock and other materials.
He got the end of a conversation but it was enough for him. “-know you feel bad about giving Tommy up, but they would never hurt him!” He’s a fighter for sure. You saw how he refused to give up and managed to run all the way to our house. Little bunny is a stubborn one for sure.” The rather annoying voice said. It looked like a yellow bird with a funky hat on.
He sighed and jumped closer a sharp metal rod in hand that he stole from a stand. He was not going to let some untrustworthy assholes go away after clearly talking about his friend. As he scruntched up a bit and jumped off in front of them holding the spear to the cat ones neck staring the bird in the eye.
“Where the fuck is Tommy!” He yelled as purple eyes met brown. Nothing was going to stop him.
Nothing.
Notes:
Ayyy sorry for missing Wednesday update I forgot.
Also guess who’s finally here in the story! Wow took him long enough. Also Sapnap seems to be missing a spear wonder where that went.
Chapter 9: Panic
Summary:
Tommy panics and Purpled planics
Notes:
Hey Tommy has a bit of a pan I’m attack with claustrophobic reasons and here ya go
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
When Phil finally let them go Tommy cried `Freedom!` dramatically before bolting with Phil laughing as Wilbur followed him. Techno slinked away silently to go work on his farm. Phil would at least know where he was without dotting so much. Tommy was running around the house jumping across the furniture trying to suppress a wince from his still-healing leg while Wilbur vaulted across.
Tommy was panting really hard as he slid underneath the couch as one of Wilbur’s hands reached out of him just barely out of reach. Wilbur let out a frustrated hiss and laid on his side looking at Tommy who had both his middle fingers up. Tommy scootched back a bit and got a bit comfy between the wall and some board games.
“Tommy, come out I need to rewrap your leg which is most likely torn back open again.” Tommy rolled his eyes in response and looked at his leg which was now bleeding a bit. Not as bad as when it first happened but it wasn’t pretty. Wilbur noticed this and let out a small comforting purr of come-come-kit-kit-safe. As tempting as that was, Tommy was stubborn as hell and noticed a small hole in the couch.
Tommy smirked and started climbing into the couch while Wilbur frantically asked where he was going. It was pitch black but that never stopped him before. As Tommy wiggled underneath the cushions the more constricting it felt. Tommy began to regret his decisions and tried to wiggle out. Tommy looked for a source of light but only felt the constricting leather pressing down against him.
The whole cushion seemed to get heavier with each breath and Tommy let out a small whimper. The whole cushion seemed to move before there was a zipper sound and he was slowly carried out. Tommy was scared and curled into whatever was holding him desperate to get away from the suffocating cushion. There was a comforting purr and he felt himself slump into the hold. “Let's not do that again, how does that sound?” Wilbur ruffled his hair while Tommy’s head fell down into the crook of his neck.
They moved a bit. Tommy wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings much; he was in his head. The situations he was finding himself in were getting outrageous. He was kicked out of his home, attacked by a bear. Shoved into a ditch by a bird man, then kidnapped by said birdman. Ran and found three awesome people who he has yet to meet up with again, and fell through a wall. As Well as getting disarmed by head pats and ear scratches. What the fuck.
He felt himself be set down on a flat surface while Wilbur began to rewrap his leg. Tommy was slowly coming out of his frozen state and began starting to question his mental situation. When did he begin to not register them as a threat? He remembers clearly the first time Wilbur hissed at him, he froze up but now he seems to be doing fine. Why is his hind brain accepting them, he fell down a wall because of them. Tommy noticed a hand waving in front of his face and he looked up to Wilbur.
“Back with me?” Wilbur gave a small smile which had Tommy giving one in return. “Yeah, I’m back.” Wilbur seemed to like just picking him up constantly. Tommy had barely walked besides occasionally running from Wilbur. Who was trying to pick him up. Tommy sighed and wiggled a bit before he got comfortable in Wilbur’s arms who chuckled and nuzzled his head again. A small purr was coming from Wilbur as he headed to his room.
“Will, how come you pick me up so much?” Tommy looked up at Wilbur as he sat down on the bed. Wilbur shrugged and started going through a few music sheets. He usually had someone rate or make commentary on some songs he wrote. Today he had Tommy there with him. He liked listening to Wilbur play on his guitar as he sang. It was like a mini concert for him. Wilbur enjoyed putting on a show no matter how small his audience was.
Wilbur was known around town as the musician, something he liked to brag about which had Tommy pipe in about how he was known as the ‘bald guy’. They never stopped arguing about that. Tommy sighed and flopped down going back to his previous chain of thought. He furrowed his brows trying to think of what tipped his hindbrain from going from foe to friend. This wasn’t something he had ever considered before.
The prey trusting predator? It was basically a joke back at the burrow. Tommy and Purpled would always make jokes about whatever they could. Tommy’s was mostly wife based while Purpled liked darker humor and witty comebacks. Purpled always seemed to have the upper hand on Tommy when it came to almost everything. Tommy always won when the games involved height. He smirked at that, being able to hold things over Purple’s head quite literally.
A clearing of someone's throat had Tommy looking over to Wilbur who was staring at him a bit worriedly. “Are you okay Tommy?” He sounded pretty serious, different from his usual joking tone. Tommy nodded his head and looked over at Wilbur, “I’m fine, just doing some thinking.” Wilbur looked like he was about to crack a joke before sitting down next to Tommy. “Need to talk about it?” Tommy wondered for a moment before replying.
“It’s just.. A lot has happened in the month I’ve been here. Has it been a month? I haven't kept track of time too well.” Wilbur shrugged before nudging him to continue. “I..I honestly thought I was going to die when I first came here and now everything is okay? It’s very confusing and I don’t think I’ve completely processed it yet.” Wilbur nodded his head and wrapped his tail around Tommy in a comforting way.
Tommy patted the fluff on the end of Wilbur’s tail before muttering. “I miss my burrow.” Wilbur didn’t seem to be surprised by this and instead intrigued. “You can tell me what life was like back there. I am curious.” Tommy nodded and started back up again leaning more on Wilbur. “I wasn’t the best kid considering I liked to cuss people out.” “Really? I would have never guessed!” Tommy laughed and elbowed Wilbur before speaking again. “It seemed to backfire on me though. Got me kicked out. Fuckin’ dickheads.”
This time Wilbur looked surprised. “Why would they kick you out for a little backtalk? That just seems like an overreaction.” Tommy nodded before giving out a small sad laugh. “I bumped into one of the elders and accidentally cussed at them, so they kicked me out. Less mouths to feed.” Wilbur looked confused, “Did other bunnies get kicked out as well?” Tommy nodded, “Kinda forgot you didn’t see from our perspective, we were all holed up in our burrow since you guys settled down near us. We were trying to wait you guys out, but you never seemed to leave.”
Wilbur seemed to look more and more anxious with every word he spoke. “After a while our records got low so they sent some people out to gather supplies, when they didn’t return they just sent out the weaker links. Or those that offended them because I would never be the weakest of any links.” He gave a laugh to lighten the mood which didn’t work all too well. “I was worried I got one of my friends in trouble with me. I miss him.”
Wilbur curled around him and gave comforting purrs. “I’m sorry that this happened to you little sunshine. You shouldn't have had to go through that.” Tommy sighed and relaxed into his hold making the purr go louder. “At least you have us now, we won't let anything like that happen to you again.” Wilbur seemed like he wanted to say more but stopped and held Tommy tightly. The music long forgotten as he floated off to a dreamless sleep.
He missed the last words Wilbur spoke.
“You have your family now.”
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Purpled sat across from Karl the cat and Sanpa the blaze. Quackity the duck seemed to be out doing something. Purpled made sure to stay alert incase he came back with something to take him. Karl seemed to be trying to lighten the mood but it wasn’t working. Sapnap was sticking by his side like a bodyguard. Sapnap didn’t seem to appreciate the measures Purpled took when he first met them. It was rational but wouldn't matter anyway. Purpled was being trained to be a scout back at the burrow. He could get out of any situation.
“So, you know Tommy?” Karl spoke while nudging Sapnap to stop glaring at him. “I do, we were friends back at the burrow. I overheard you talking about him, so where is he?” Purpled didn’t want to go into unnecessary detail; he just wanted to go to Tommy and head back. They could find food on the way there so they can be accepted back in and go back to their lives. Purpled shifted uneasily and kept an expressionless face.
“What is your name?” Karl kept going on with the questions making Purpled annoyed. “Does it matter?” Sapnap gave a warning growl making Purpled freeze up. “Sapnap! You just made him freeze up and calm down!” “He’s being a shit! A standoffish asshole who threatened your life less than an hour ago!” Karl swished his tail angrily and patted Sapnap’s shoulder. “You would have done the same thing if I went missing, so stop trying to intimidate him.” Sapnap sighed and tried to relax back into the couch. “He’s also staining the couch.” “Sapnap!”
Purpled slowly willed his limbs to unfreeze and gave an icy glare at Sapnap. “I had to camouflage so sorry if your couch got a little bit of coal on it.” This had both their attention on his fur. “Why would you need to camouflage, aren’t rodent’s supposed to have darker colors to blend into their environments.?” Purpled sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose knowing he would have to explain his coloring all over again.
“I’m an albino so I had to color my fur.” Karl seemed to get brighter at this and his voice got a bit more high pitched in excitement. “So that's why your eyes are purple! Your parent’s must have been pretty creative with your name.” Sapnap elbowed Karl, before he had a chance to apologize for the comment Purpled chuckled. “Tommy always said that. It was a joke between us.” Purpled lowered his gaze a bit, he really missed his friend. Tommy would miss him also.
Karl gave a small sound noise before whispering something to Sapnap, this made him snap up a bit before shaking his head. “We shouldn't anger them more. It will get us in a lot of trouble!” This got Purpled’s attention, his eyes snapped between the two as they spoke. He only caught small whispers. “Well we have some good news and bad news.” Purpled nodded, wanting them to stop dragging it out.
“The good news is that we know where Tommy is and can lead you to him. The bad news is that he is a bit guarded by a very protective and dangerous group. Nobody had really known rodent hybrids existed and they decided to keep him.” Purpled scowled at the implication that they could just take someone because they were new. “Tommy is also a bit injured, his leg had a slice down the side. When he was here we bandaged it up as much as we could but it is still healing.”
Purpled was trying to think of ways, different outcomes to get Tommy out of there. He would be miserable if he was just kept up in a little cage to be looked at. Purpled should have left a long time ago. Not have waited and hoped for Tommy to come back. He was too stubborn. Purpled should have known better. “We can aid you a bit but we are not on the best of terms with them at the moment. They hadn't begun to trust us again when we housed Tommy the first time.”
Purpled was confused at that but didn’t question it. He now has a mission and a hit list. He would most likely be able to scale any den without too much issue. Purpled also now had a few people who could help a bit. If these bastards were who they were made out to be. A little help wouldn't hurt. Purpled looked up at them making eye contact. It was making his hindbrain squirm but ignoring was something he would have to get used to. “I’m going to get Tommy out, but I do need some supplize.” Karl nodded happily while Sapnap looked even more worried.
“Guys, this most likely isn’t the best idea. I know Technoblade would hesitate to kill.” Purpled looked confused on the name before shaking it off. “You are a blacksmith, correct?” Sapnap nodded before starting to shake his head. “No no no, you can’t beat them in a sword duel, he’s ten times your size and much stronger than you.” Purpled rolled his eyes. “I just need some supplies to make a trap. I'm not going to challenge a predator to a duel. I’m not that dumb.”
Karl giggled before asking, “What kind of traps do you think you can set up?” Purpled smiled in response and pulled out a small notebook hidden by a fluffy tail. “I have a few ideas, me and Tommy would like to make some of these back in the burrow. They almost always worked.” Sapnap was a bit more interested in this idea before pointing to one. “If you use a flowerpot instead of a rock you can knock Techno out I’m pretty sure.”
Purpled nodded before adding, “If you're lying I will haunt the shit out of your house.” Karl giggled but Purpled remained silent, making Karl laugh harder at Sapnap’s face he made at the threat. “Okay then, uhhh, I would recommend using a full large flower pot. Don’t want to be haunted by a squirrel.” He muttered the last part, Purpled still heard him though and cracked a small smile. “We should give you some rope if you want to make more elaborate tricks.” Karl looked giddy and simple, but had a point.
Sapnap sighed and looked at the sky. It was very late out and everyone was tired. “Purpled you can take a shower before we go to bed. You can stay here if you want. I’m sure Karl doesn’t mind” Karl nodded eagerly, already getting some blankets for Purpled. “What about the other one?” Sapnap looked confused for a moment. “Oh! Quackity? Yeah he’s fine with everything. I’m sure you're tired and coal isn’t the best fur cleaner so you can hop into the bathroom while we set up a bed for ya.”
Purpled looked up at Sapnap. “What’s the catch?” “Huh?” “What’s the catch, do I have to work for you? Is there something I can repay you guys for?” Sapnap looked sad before patting Purpled’s head. “You don’t have to repay anything. We wouldn't take something from a kid anyway.” Sapnap left, leaving Purpled in the doorway of the bathroom confused. They don’t want anything?
Predators are very weird.
Notes:
I’m not a day late you are
Chapter 10: It’s the final brain cell do do do do
Summary:
Squirrel vs potato farmer with a bunny and tired cat
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Purpled stood in front of the large den, or house as Karl called it. It was taller than the trees that surrounded it and also had spiky sticks around it to prevent people from coming in. Also known as a fence thank you, Karl. Purpled was able to slide through a gap with his bag that contained: rope, knife, spear, and lunch. He quickly climbed up the side of the wall that had some ivy on it. It gave decent grip and Purpled looked through a window. It seemed to be a storage room. With some swords on the wall and books on the shelf and a deformed nest that was elevated from the floor.
Purpled sighed and tried to open the window, it was a bit jammed and he slid the knife under and began to pry it open. It was rather creaky and had a bit of dust come off it that made his nose twitch in irritation. Purpled, grabbed the handle, and twisted it up to have the window open fully. This made him grin and he slipped in and made his footsteps as quiet as possible.
The house was mostly quiet besides some light snoring coming from outside the room. Purpled followed it ready to slit the throat of whoever was there when he saw it. Or more accurately ‘them’. There was a predator curled around Tommy who seemed to be resting. The thing didn’t look like it was hurting him yet but you never know with predators. Tommy’s nose still twitched in his sleep the same as back at the burrow.
Purpled grabbed a pillow and began switching Tommy and the pillow out of its grasp. Tommy barely moved a muscle but the predator seemed to be gaining awareness. “Tec-h.. Fug off..” Purpled froze as the predator said that but settled back down seeming to latch onto the pillow. Tommy was waking up and opened his mouth to most likely make a loud sound. Purpled quickly slapped his hand over Tommy’s mouth bringing more awareness to him.
His eyes went wide and his ears perked up as they made eye contact. Tommy opened his arms and quickly gave him a bone-crushing hug and tried to talk again. Purpled shook his head and gestured to the sleeping cat. Tommy seemed confused which had Purpled confused. This is a predator they kill their kind. Tommy seemed to be getting more adamant about talking so he quickly began rushing Tommy to the escape.
As they went over to the other room Tommy seemed to get more panicked. Purpled refused to let him blow their cover so whenever Tommy hinted he was going to talk Purpled shut him down. He was already noisy when walking because it’s fucking Tommy he can’t be quiet. The window seemed to have shut back down. That shouldn't have happened, he kept the knife there to hold it up. He looked at Tommy who was staring at the door. The biggest hybrid he has ever seen was twirling his knife in their hand.
“Going somewhere? Little prey.”
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Techno knew something was wrong when he heard something climbing near his window. There were plenty of raccoon traps around along with Wilbur to keep rodents out. He decided to see what was going on and walked to the bathroom and looked out the window to his room. There was a small hybrid - presumably a squirrel by its tail - climbing his house. That was not something you see often. Technoblade was an idiot to think there wouldn’t be more than one type of prey hybrid. He must have been very caught up in the Tommy situation to dwell too much on it.
Once the hybrid got to his window he opened it up using a kitchen knife. Techno wasn’t entirely sure how he got it but he could probably ask a trio of fiances about it. He would most likely just have Wilbur do it anyhow. Having to face them in any way that wasn’t a fight would be awkward from their last interaction. Back to the squirrel.
They opened the window after a bit of struggling and got in. Techno listened to them walk around to his brother's room and followed quietly, avoiding the creeks on the floor. The squirrel seemed to lock on his brother before rushing to Tommy. Technoblade almost intervened but stayed still. The squirrel was not an idiot, it gave Wilbur something else to cuddle as he stole Tommy. He calmed his instincts by reassuring them that they couldn't get far with him watching.
Techno grabbed the knife from the window and shut it silently, once finished he backed into a corner of his room and stayed hidden and quiet. Listening to them come over and he looked at the window before the pieces clicked together in his brain. Tommy had already seen Techno and was a bit nervous and was standing there awkwardly before Techno broke the silence.
His message seemed to install some fear into the unknown hybrid, it wasn’t as much fear as he would have liked but was respectable as they held their ground. They had near glowing purple eyes that seemed to have a personal hatred for him. His tail was poofing and flatting down showing he was thinking of an escape route, which was cute but useless. Techno could easily take two steps and be at the window before they could even blink.
He saw Wilbur sleepy walk up from behind them and look confused at the two small hybrids. “What?” He looked between Tommy and Squirrel in confusion, his brain not processing shit. This made Squirrel freak out more and shield Tommy protectively behind him revealing a spear. Techno chuckled at it which made the spear jab aggressively in his direction. “We’re not going to hurt you if you don’t hurt us,” Techno said, trying to semi calm the intruder. The kid looked no older than Tommy.
Wilbur added in albeit more grumpy. ”And give back Tommy. We were sleeping.” This made the Squirrel even angrier and whipped around to Wilbur who blurted out, “You have purple eyes? What the fuck, that's not normal.” This made Tommy angry for some reason. “Shut the fuck up asshole you don’t look any better! Bald bitch!” Techno was standing there very confused as they both went back and forth arguing insults before he interrupted. “Tommy, do you know this hybrid?”
Tommy nodded, “He’s my friend from back at the burrow.” This made the squirrel twitch but stay silent. “Purpled, you can let the spear down, they won't hurt us. Even if one is an insensitive dick.” Wilbur let out a squawk of protest before `Purpled` snapped at him. “How in the actual hell are you just acting normal about this? They are fucking predators what the fuck Tommy?” Tommy rolled his eyes, “I doubt Wilbur would even be considered a hybrid, dude is a total pussy.” This made Wilbur puff up and scowl. “Says the literal child that's three-foot nothing.”
Tommy got mad at this and began arguing with Wilbur about who is a bigger man and each other’s heights. Purpled wasn’t relaxing; they seemed to be panicking even more. “Hey kid, calm down.” Tommy looked back over at Purpled who let out a small panicked chitter. This made Tommy’s ears perked up and responded with his own chitter that made Purpled calm. “Look if these bitches tried to ever harm you I would personally tear them apart.”
Purpled didn’t lower the spear but let Tommy step out to try and solve the situation. Tommy sighed, his ears pulled back a bit in irritation. Wilbur swishes his tail wanting an explanation. “So back at the burrow me and Purpled were like brothers not by blood but always there for each other ya know?” Wilbur nodded and Purpled gave a small nod. “So basically he probably came here to protect me or something so don’t hurt him for that and yeah now we're here.” Techno narrowed his eyes a bit. “That's it?”
Tommy stopped towards him with a panicked Purple in tow. “It is the middle of the night that's the best you're going to get.” Techno ruffled his hair a bit, pissing Tommy off and Purpled holding the spear threateningly at him. Wilbur walked up silently from behind and plucked the spear from Purpled’s grip. This earned a small terrified squeak and Tommy yelling at Wilbur.
“Alright, I think that’s enough fun for tonight. We can deal with this in the morning.” Purpled, tensed at this and got ready to bolt. Techno grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up ready to lock him in the guest bedroom. Tommy yelled at Techno and began kicking his legs, telling him to put Purpled down. Wilbur scooped him up and began walking back to his room, an angry bunny in his arms.
Purpled began thrashing more desperately trying to get back to Tommy. Techno put one of his hands on his head and began rubbing Purpled’s ears. Coal started smearing on his fingers and white fur began to show through a bit. Albino most likely with the purple eyes. The more he rubbed his ears the less the thrashing he did. Techno began walking down the hall, a half-awake hybrid in his arms. He moved the pets further down their neck and watched as the Purpled eyes gave a weak glare before he fell asleep.
Techno walked into the guest bedroom and set Purpled down as gently as he could. He almost left him there before noticing how he was still tense. Techno was sure Purpled relaxed a bit in his arms. It was too soon for him to have nightmares. Purpled’s nose twitched a few times before he went still again. Oh, he’s just faking. Techno walked out quietly and grabbed some sleeping flowers. Wilbur used them when he was dealing with insomnia and now grew them for fun. He had the strongest tolerance out of all of them.
Techno waited in front of Purpled with the flowers in his hand and blew them onto his face. Purpled twitched a bit, his nose flaring before he completely relaxed into sleep. Little shit was smart but not smart enough. Techno sighed and checked the room for anything he could use as a weapon or escape. Once it was clear he left and locked the door. Techno gave a yawn and walked back to his room but stopped at Wilbur’s door for a moment. Hearing them argue a bit.
Techno yawned again, walked into his room and passed out when his head hit the bed.
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Tommy was downright pissed. They threaten his friend and then separate them with no warning! What a bunch of assholes. Wilbur was trying to calm him down and go back to bed. Every attempt to scratch his ears was avoided and swatted at. Tommy bared his teeth and gave a mocking hiss at Wilbur which made his ears go down a bit at the noise.
“Look, he was threatening our lives with his spear and had you. It is also the middle of the night. Let's just go to bed and be done with it.” Tommy glared and hopped over to the chair and curled up in a ball pouting. Wilbur gave a sharp trill. Most likely meaning come over here but Tommy answered back with a middle finger and silence. Wilbur shifted a bit and gave another trill.
“Tommy come back” He whined, stretching out on the bed like the mere thought of getting up was too much. Tommy huffed again but shivered a bit. It was fucking cold but spite held him back. If these guys were just going to separate him from his best friend…They could go….They…Tommy hid a sniffle and curled tighter into himself. When long arms wrapped around him he knew he didn’t hide it all that well. He buried his head into the crook of Wilburs' neck and let himself be curled around.
“I'm sorry Tommy. We can’t lose you and we won't let you get hurt.” Tommy looked up with watery eyes. “What about Purpled! You guys can’t hurt him.” They both knew he could but it wasn’t spoken. “If that’s what you want then he will stay safe. I’ll make sure of it.” Wilbur tucked his head on top of Tommy’s and let out a comforting purr.
Tommy sighed and relaxed into the hold making the purr become stronger as Wilbur curled a bit tighter around him. When Tommy moved around a bit to become comfortable Wilbur took this as him trying to leave and began scratching his ears. Tommy mumbled something about him cheating which got him a small chuckle before his eyes fluttered shut. In the darkness surrounded by warmth, it was hard to stay awake.
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Miles away three fiances felt a dark pit grow in their stomachs with each hour Purpled didn’t return
Notes:
It’s been awhile…. Uh I decided doing more activities would be good. It was not and I haven’t had a lot of time to write. I also started a new one shot coming soon I think. Don’t trust my word
Chapter 11: H e e
Summary:
Explanations and fluff because I have a hard time writing angst
Chapter Text
Purpled woke up in a cold sweat. He remembered fake sleeping them smelling a floral scent. They must have drugged him anyway. Rat bastards. As he sat up he noticed the window was sealed shut. Anything sharp was gone and the door didn’t have a lock on his side which was concerning. It was most likely locked on the outside. This is very very bad. Purpled felt his breaths pick up in pace a bit before he caught himself and slowed down.
Panicking won't do any good for him. When Purpled tried to walk around his legs felt like jelly. He stumbled a bit before catching himself on the edge of the bed. He was still extremely tired but had to keep moving. His vision went a bit spotty and he stumbled a bit more, he noticed the door opening and he could barely lift his head to glare at the intruder. His capture. It was `Techno` again. Purpled bared his teeth in a weak attempt to keep him back.
Techno looked amused at this and quickly walked up to him and picked him up. Purpled hissed at him but remained rather limp. “Must have given you too many flowers. You should be back to normal after another nap.” Purpled tried to dig his claws into Techno’s arm but he was easily stopped by Techno putting both his hands into one of his. Purpled tried to tug his hands away but was too weak.
Techno began walking out the room and the swaying motion was making Purpled sleepy. His eyes were dripping closed a bit no matter how hard he fought to keep them open. Techno noticed this and shifted his grip to carrying him bridal style. He rubbed his ears again swiftly making him shut his eyes and fall asleep. He mumbled out a `fuck you` before passing out.
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The next time Purpled woke up he was more awake and was settled on a couch. The smell of fruits and other sweet foods was in the air making his nose twitch. A little laugh was heard to the side of him and he whirled around and saw a bird hybrid. He was the one cutting the fruit in a kitchen-like area. It wasn’t separated from the rest of the rooms, it was rather open and had weird wood-like floors that were smooth rather than rough like real wood. Purpled was not enjoying all these new things.
“So until we figure out what to do with you you’ll be staying here for a bit. In the meantime would you like some fruit?” Purpled stayed still, not answering. The bird chuckled at this who was most likely Phil considering he was the only bird hybrid he heard of around. “It’s not drugged if that's what you’re worried about. I can take a bite first if it would make you feel more comfortable?” Purpled nodded a bit. He was hungry and if it was drugged he was taking Phil down with him.
Purpled sat up a bit, his legs still a bit wobbly but he tried to ignore it as he cautiously went up to Phil who had put the fruit into a bowl. The chairs were a bit high up but Purpled easily scaled them and across from Phil the bowl of fruit between them. Phil popped a piece of fruit into his mouth and gestured for Purpled to do the same. Purpled scanned the fruit and it wasn’t something he had seen before. Not a blueberry or raspberry. Phil noticed this -of course, he did- and spoke a bit about the fruit.
“We call it a cantaloupe, it takes certain weather conditions to grow in so you probably haven't seen it around here.” Purpled didn’t respond and grabbed a piece very carefully watching Phil’s expression. It remained a kind smile and it seemed to be amused at his actions which made Purpled bristle. The cantaloup was rather sweet and didn’t taste like anything he had before.
Phil chuckled at his reaction which made Purpled glare at him and look away. He noticed someone trying to sneak up behind him which had had him tense up and look towards it and got ready to fight. Phil let out a weird trill thing which had his opponent step out, it was Tommy. Purpled looked back and forth between Phil and Tommy. Tommy barely listened to anyone what the fuck?
Tommy whined at Phil, “Common I haven’t seen Purpled in forever! Let me have some fun!” Purpled glared at Tommy, while Phil chuckled. “He is still adjusting, let him settle in, then you can play your games.” Purpled’s mind began racing with the knowledge of him staying here. He wasn’t supposed to stay here permanently, it was supposed to be a quick mission. Karl must be pretty worried. Not that it concerned him, Karl was just nice.
Tommy noticed his soured mood and grabbed his arm and tugged him along ignoring Phil’s words. “You wanna take a look around? There are some fun places to climb.” Purpled nodded a bit and followed him. Tommy didn’t let go of him but Purpled didn’t mind. Purpled didn’t want to ever let him go. They only had each other. Or..Purpled only has him. Tommy seemed to be getting along with Phil. Phil that over-glorified chicken.
Tommy led him through the halls knowing exactly where to go. How long has he been here? How did Tommy get so comfortable with them? It's been like 5 months since Tommy left, Purpled had to piss so many people off to finally get kicked out since the elder refused to let him leave, wanting to keep them separate. Purpled even tried to bolt once but was caught and isolated for a while. It was hell. It did give him time to prepare though.
Tommy was off rambling about apples again. It gave a sense of nostalgia and a small smile appeared on his face as he picked up his pace. “And that’s why apples are superior than grapes, cause who the fuck would eat these tiny bitch berries instead of an amazing apple.” Purpled gave a hmm of acknowledgement and looked around to where Tommy had led him. It was an indoor garden. It was surrounded by clear material and was very warm. Purpled looked at all the plants that were neatly planted in rows.
Purpled kneeled down and looked at all the plants seeing the different types and the different stages of growth. He saw the same fruit Phil was growing. “I thought these fruits couldn't grow here.” Did Phil lie? “No, this is apparently called a greenhouse even though it isn’t green.” Tommy seemed annoyed at that fact. “Should be called a clear or plant house.” Tommy nodded.
There was someone opening the door and they both turned around to see Wilbur standing there. He had a grin, and his tail was swishing behind him which couldn't be a good sign. “Purpled, I think I found you a good place to stay!” Purpled and Tommy quickly started protesting and yelling at Wilbur. “What the actual fuck! I’m not leaving Purpled again!” Wilbur’s smile was falling a bit. “Well we know Purpled can’t stay here…Right?”
Tommy was all fluffed up angrily and was cussing Wilbur out. Purpled felt a hole in his chest. If they could separate them once, what was stopping them from doing it again? The predators are so much bigger than him. Purpled couldn't do anything. He was easily disarmed. Purpled his ears and got pinned back a bit as his head tilted down. Tommy turned towards him and he got one of Tommy’s signature bone crushing hugs.
Wilbur spoke again more frantically, “You guys will see each other again! You aren’t dying!” Wilbur didn’t know how to react when kids started getting upset. “Uhhh… Oh fuck ummm. There there eh. Don’t cry.” Both Tommy and Purpled looked at Wilbur with confusion on their faces at Wilbur’s shit attempt at trying to comfort them. “Wow you suck at this.” Wilbur narrowed his eyes and swishes his tail down in irritation.
“We can’t keep you here because there would be too many people in the house and we don’t want to move. This is where we grew up.” Tommy narrowed his eyes, “Where are we anyway?” Purpled answered before Wilbur could. “About 60 acres away from the burrow a bit to the left by the old tree.” Tommy nodded and Wilbur sunk into more confusion. “What the fuck. The old tree?” Tommy waved him off and thanked Purpled.
“Looking back on the topic, I’ve known this guy for a long time, did some work with him, and he gets pretty lonely-” “So you’re giving me away like some pet!?” Purpled spat he curled his tail in anger. “No! I meant lonely as in no family. He always was a bit of a loner and he reminded me of you.” Wilbur was frantic trying to not be a total dick. It wasn’t working. Tommy clung around Purpled and Purpled curled his tail around them both. It was pretty cute but Wilbur knew that wasn’t the point right now.
Wilbur sighed and sat down next to them. “You won’t be treated wrongly anymore, you can have a family other than each other. I know it’s tough but you won’t be hurt. I promise you that.” Tommy seemed to be giving in a bit. Purpled was as still as a statue with water eyes trying to kill him with a glare. Wilbur needed to try and get some sense through Purpled. “Don’t worry, you can meet him first, he has some darker humor and Purpled, your smart you can pick up things quickly. Punz works as a guard and I think you would enjoy working and hanging out with him.”
Purpled his head to the side. “Guard?” Hook line and sinker. Wilbur gave a small smile and went on to explain about a bit of the government and how his job pertained to it. Leaving out the bit of him actually not liking the government and had betrayed the old king in a grand show off after the three had taken down and destroyed the old kingdom in a matter of five years. They didn’t need to know that yet. He’s sure Tommy would have enjoyed helping.
Tommy was listening in aswell and Purpled seemed to be interested in the fellow. Wilbur chuckled and stood up leading them to the main room. Wilbur only told them about it now since Punz came over. Punz needed a bit of help taking a hit down as a side gig, also Wilbur sent a letter about Purpled to Punz this morning. He should be here soon. Purpled would enjoy it he was sure. “Before we introduce you to him, you might need to wash up. You’re tracking soot all over the house.”
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Punz was listening to Technoblade describe the little hybrid. He sounded like a smart kid. Willing to take on others without hesitation. Punz valued loyalty like that. It was hard to come by when you did both mercenary work and having to protect people who are constantly under attack. Punz watched as a puffy little white squirrel hybrid poked his head out the side of the door. Holy shit he was adorable. Looked like a toddler. He knew he was at least 13-14 years old.
Punz and Purple made eye contact and those beady purples were amazing. “Hello there, I’m Punz, a hyena hybrid.” Purpled gave a jerky nod clearly weary. Punz gave a small smile trying to seem unthreatening. Punz reached a hand out and a smaller one was placed in his. It was extremely cute. Yeah Punz was definitely keeping the kid.
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After a while Purpled fell asleep by Punz. Purpled didn’t even stir as Punz picked him up. Wilbur smiled at him. “We have to arrange a playdate for the two once in a while.” Punz nodded and began walking out the door. Phil gave a small wave as Punz went out and hopped on his steed. Purpled wouldn't mind waking up in his house. Tommy had already passed out quickly. The little trick Wilbur showed him that calmed them down. Also the concerning parts of their backstory is going to leave him spinning until he gives them some justice.
From what Wilbur told him about the way back to the burrow Technoblade was already tracking a path back. They all wanted to take revenge for what those two endured. Wilbur had curled around Tommy protectively when the two were sleeping. The discussion of their backstory was horrible. The government was one that needed to be chucked and destroyed. The way they could just leave their own for dead. No less children who made a mistake.
Punz sighed and readjusted Purpled against his chest. He knew he would have to do a lot of explaining about bringing a child back to a castle. His friends would make fun of him a bit. Punz didn’t care, he had something new to worry about. Also he had a burrow to collapse. He also probably needed to tell King George about the new species and a whole society that was living underneath their noses.
As the castle came into view he let out a small sigh at his home. Purpled would love it.
Notes:
Also thank you for 1000 kudos and sorry for rushed ending! I may add another that goes into detail about what happens to the burrow. It would most likely have a lot of dark/protective Sbi but thanks for sticking with my first complete story here!
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