Chapter 1: Pain
Notes:
Hullo!! So, to those that are og's, I'm so, so sorry for disappearing for so long! I was pretty busy with the end of school and milestones along with a few other things. So I do apologize for that. ANYWAY! You've probably noticed that this is the only chapter when I originally had 13- Well, I do have an explanation. I didn't like where the story was going and how it didn't really have an outline (that and my writing and organization was extremely poor) so I'm currently re-writing everything 👍
With that being said, here is the first chapter!!!No TW's for this chapter! Enjoy!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
"Even if I grew wings
and escaped,
I would still be trapped
by my own
Mind."
-Unknown
He screamed a loud, painful scream. One full of agony, depression, and so, so much more. He used to think that he was safe here, but boy, was he wrong. All he wanted was to go home… Go back to the place that made him feel safe. Loved.
But that would never happen. He was trapped and there was no getting out. Freedom was long gone. It left when the chains of time latched themselves onto Tommy. It left when Tommy lost hope. It left when Tommy forgot himself.
So he screamed in hopes he could somehow let out his pain. Let out some of what he was feeling deep inside. For he is a sinking ship that will never fully go down.
A room with dark blue walls that smells of blood is where he resides. It is where he lies on the cot that he calls a bed and loses himself to his thoughts. Where he draws and writes. Oh, the things the boy draws.
Day after day, he lays his thin once-white blanket on the dirtied floor and allows himself to become lost in his imagination. He draws those he remembers from his home, things he used to love, things he used to see. He writes of a place without powers, a place without humans, a place of his own.
He remembers someone saying something to him. Something about drawings and death and new beginnings. If he remembers correctly, they told him, “Every loss is like a torn drawing, and every new page is like a new beginning. Whether that page ends up as a torn drawing depends on the way you use that new beginning.."
Tommy knows not of who said this to him, only that it plays in his head every time he opens his beautiful notebook. Once he drew a violin, one with words carved into it like a couple would a tree. A man with bubble-gum pink, braided hair held it played it as if it was the most valuable thing on earth.
The man, Techno, is someone that occurs in Tommy's dreams frequently. Like a pest that is always there, never leaving. He lingers and watches, guides and talks to Tommy, helping him when he feels alone and afraid.
He helps him feel cared for after anything and everything. Techno is what Tommy hopes is home. While he does not know if this person that he has in his mind is real or not, he does know he would have been dead by now without him.
Rodents scurry along the floor of the abandoned cabin as a man covered in red walks through the side room door. He glances around, searching for something. What that thing is, even he does not know.
Something is pulling at him, pleading with him to find it. Poking and prodding at his mind. While it was annoying, it worried Techno. This feeling felt familiar to him, like a dream you know you had but can't fully remember.
It left him agitated and on alert more than usual. The voices in his head were screaming for him to save, care, help, protect. But every time he tried to ask them what he was supposed to care for, they would go silent until the feeling came back again.
So, Techno thinks of comfort, thinks of holding whoever he is helping in his arms and whispering reassurances to them. Tells them it's going to be okay, that he would find them soon. They respond with broken cries filled with pain and Techno? Techno holds them tight as a piece of his heart breaks at the sound.
He knows he's helping because this other person, other being, always tells him, “Thank you, thank you for being here for me. Thank you for helping me stay alive… But I'm so, so sorry that I always bother you with this.”
Techno could care less that the kid always goes to him for help. He's just glad that they have someone, and he's even happier that he's the one that's there for them.
Subconsciously, he will think back to them. Check in on them like a mother would a child. He has yet to learn the child's name because the kid refuses to give it. This doesn't bother Techno all too much, after all names are just labels that the government has parents give their offsprings, but it does make it a heck of a lot harder to find them.
None the less, he’ll continue to check on them and comfort them whenever he feels something is a mist. He will continue to love and care for this being that has no one. Techno will continue to be this kid's hope; their light at the end of the tunnel.
Notes:
This work is inspired by:
Tommyinnit' Ultra-Important Keychain - SeriouslyCalamitous
you are what reality is made of (even the part that's gritty) - a_katastrophy
Stolen Chances - Ray_Rambles
If we don't leave this town, we might never make it out - grasstastic
Tommyinnit's unbeatable method of avoiding sudden death - eneliii
Tommyinnit's clinic for supervillains - bonesandthebees (bonesandcacti)
Sir, This is a Drive Thru - ICH0R
The Children's Rebellion - Aria_Cinabun
The Children's Revenge - Aria_Cinabun
Ours Poetica - zeeskeit
Do I know this villain? Nah probably not - Gli_litch
Tommyinnit, the Housecat - Anonymous
There's blood in your web, Theseus (Wipe it out) - spookyserpent
Tommyinnit a Vigilante? Never. - greenpinkroe
A Remedy to a Broken Heart - FeelingBoredd
guided evolution - fathermooshroom
Come in From the Cold, Huntsman - spookyserpent
Hold my hand tight (we'll make it another night) - grasstastic
tell me where it hurts - melikebeez
Rogue - milk_tea24
Tommyinnit's Guide to Incredibly Stupid and Also Sad - snailzsys
The Underestimated - ace_spades
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Chapter 2: Just a Little Run
Summary:
Overprotective Phil? You bet!
Notes:
So before this chapter begins, I would like to give a huge shout-out to my friend, Phantom, for helping me come up with ideas for this chapter! I would also like to give a shout-out to both Archive and my brother for helping me edit and make my writing better =']
I hope you all enjoy reading this new chapter! With that being said, let the reading begin!!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
"Families are like
branches on a tree.
We grow in different
directions yet our
roots remain as
one."
-Anonymous
Red emergency lights cast a red shadow onto the walls and floors of the quiet corridor. Wilbur could hear the sounds of alarms echoing throughout the room. A subject had escaped containment and Wilbur’s boss had ordered him to track it down and return it to its enclosure.
The lanky brunet chased the beast into the room he was currently in. While the lights did cause an eerie glow, they also helped Wilbur stay hidden from the eyes of the creature. In one hand, the man held a tranquilizer gun, and in the other, a pistol. He was not planning on using the pistol, but if it came down to it, he would.
Out of the corner of his eye, Wilbur could see the beast lurking in the shadows. He watched as it circled the room, teeth bared. Standing still, yet at the ready, he waited as the beast continued to make its rounds. Then, right as it went to pounce, Wilbur spun around and shot it with the tranquilizer gun.
If someone with an untrained eye were to experience the scene, they would not even know what was happening until they saw the creature laying on the floor at Wilbur's feet. With a simple sigh, Wilbur unsheathed his walkie-talkie and switched it on.
“Eret, do you copy?” he asked, pushing a button on the side of the item.
“I sure hope I do,” someone on the other end of the walkie-talkie joked. “Have you found the asset yet, Wilbur?”
“I’ve already sedated the asset. Can you get a team up here? I'm on the third floor in one of the weird round rooms,” he sighed. Wilbur was ready for the day to end, but sadly, it had only just begun.
“Yeah, yeah. I'm on it, don't worry your little head about it. Can you stay with the asset until the team gets there?” Eret asked the brunette.
“Wasn't planning on going anywhere,” Wilbur sheathed his pistol as he spoke.
“I'm home!” Wilbur yelled as he stepped through the door, coffee in hand.
“Hey kiddo! How was work?” a man asked as he walked out of the kitchen.
“Ugh, don't make me talk about that place, Phil,” Wilbur begged as he dramatically draped himself over their large sofa and threw one of his arms over his eyes.
Phil chuckled and asked, “Bad day I take it?”
Wilbur just groaned in response.
Seeing this as a moment to talk to his son, Phil walked over to a dark-brown rocking chair and sat down. Upon hearing his father take a seat, Wilbur moved his arm from where it was resting and propped himself up on his elbows.
“Wil,” the man started, letting out a sigh. “There’s something I need to discuss with you and your brother-”
“If it has anything to do with you kicking us out, then I won’t hear it,” Wilbur said, cutting off Phil.
“Kicking you- What? No, no, no, it’s nothing like that! Why on earth would you think I was kicking the two of you out?!”
“Because we’re both adults and crap.”
“Wil, the two of you act like you’re five half the time. I don’t think either one of you would last a week on your own.”
“I- We do not!”
Phil just shook his head before continuing, “I’m going to pretend you didn’t just say that. Anyway, going back to what I originally wanted to talk to you about, I’m going to be going out of town soon-”
“Phil! I'm home!” Techno shouted as he walked inside, ducking to avoid hitting his head on the door frame.
“Welcome home, mate,” Phil smiled as Techno strolled into the living room. “Here, come sit down. I have something I need to speak with you and Wilbur about.”
Techno slid onto the couch next to where Wilbur was sitting with a low grunt.
“So, as I was about to tell Wil, I'm going to be heading out of town soon and I wanted to know if you boys would be alright here by yourselves. Kristen isn't going to be home until next month, so it will just be the two of you — unless you decide to invite your friends over,” Phil explained to his sons.
“You worry too much, old man,” Techno told his father.
“Yeah, we can handle being home alone for a few days,” Wilbur agreed.
“You two sure? Because I can cancel this trip if I have to,” Phil questioned.
“Phil. Go,” Techno said, placing his hands on the man's shoulders.
“But what if something happens while I’m gone? Or what if one of you gets hurt? Or worse?” Phil questioned.
Techno huffed before saying, “Phil, we literally fight heroes on a day-to-day bias.”
“I- fine. But I do have to go to the store to get a few things before I leave.”
“Why…?” Wil asked his father.
“I'll be back soon, bye boys!”
As the door closed behind Phil, Techno and Wilbur glanced over at one another in silence.
“He's going to do something stupid,” Techno stated, breaking the silence
“Most definitely,” Wilbur agreed. “Wanna watch that polar bear documentary?’
“Why not,” Techno shrugged, grabbing the remote.
Phil ended up coming home two hours later with twenty different bags. What they contained? Your guess is as good as both Wil and Techno's. The two of them had spent the two hours sitting on the living room couch, eating microwaved dino nuggets engrossed in a documentary about polar bears. What had they learned? Well now, that is too much to say, but the two brothers agreed on one thing - Steve was the best polar bear.
“Phil…. What the hell did you buy…?” Wilbur asked slowly.
“Uh- Um- Drugs,” Phil stuttered.
“I- Phil, you do not need twenty bags for drugs,” Techno stated.
“Um… I bought a lot of them?” Phil offered.
“Phil. You are a terrible, terrible liar. Honestly, it amazes me that you made it to the highest ranks of supervillains, given how bad you are at deception,” Techno noted dryly.
“Wha! I'm not that bad at lying!!” Phil squawked in defense. His denial was just met with a look of boredom from Techno.
“Anyway, just tell us what's in the bags, Phil!!!” Wilbur groaned.
“No.”
“You know that we will find out one way or another!!!”
“No!”
“Philllllllllll!!!!”
“I- You know what! Fine!”
“Wait really?”
“No.”
“Damnit!”
“Did you boys eat?”
“Yeah. Wait! Hey! Don't go changing the topic!”
“Alright, good. Well, we all should be getting to bed.”
Phil began walking down the hall that led to his room, still holding the twenty bags of who knows what. As he walked away, Wilbur sat there sputtering non-coherent words while making strange hand gestures. Techno stood from where he was sitting on the couch and patted Wil on the back.
“Night Phil,” Techno called after the man.
“Goodnight boys!” Phil called back.
After the two heard the closing of Phil's door, Wil seemed to have finally remembered how to use words.
“Wha- We can't just let him go! We still don't know what's in the bag!!” He said, throwing his hands up in the air.
“We'll find out what it is in due time, Wil. Don't worry,” Techno said as a mischievous look flashed in his eyes.
You see, Techno had a very powerful and very uncommon power. His power was called Blood Blaze. His power allowed him to control blood and move it to his will. This could not only allow him to control his enemy if he wished, but he could also kill them easily. This power also allowed him to turn blood into swords or any other weapon; other than guns.
His favorite weapon to create is the blood sword. He was practically an expert at using the item. With a single swipe of the sword, he could behead someone. His second favorite thing to make with his power is the blood bow-n-arrow. Both the bow and the arrows are made of blood and are extremely dangerous. Though the weapons are made of blood, the tips are very sharp and could cut you just by barely brushing against your skin.
How could this power help with finding out what's in the bags? Well, if Techno wanted to be an asshole, he could control his father into handing the bags to him and Wil, but where's the fun in that? Instead, Techno's plan was to make his favorite blood sword and use it to cut the bottoms of the bags.
Even though Phil was obviously still awake, the two stalked over to his door, having already gone over the plan, and entered the man's room. The sight that the boys saw stopped them in their tracks. There were grocery bags all over the place and Phil's bed was covered with security cameras. And sitting in the center of the bed was one single baby monitor.
This is what the man had bought? Wil and Tech had severely underestimated Phil's overprotectiveness.
“What are you boys doing in here?” Phil squawked, eyes blow wide.
“That's not important. What's important is why the fuck you have so many security cameras? And is that a baby monitor?” Wilbur asked his father.
“Uh-” Phil froze.
“Phil… were you going to put these up around the house to watch us while you're gone…?” Techno asked slowly, eyes still locked on the ungodly amount of security cameras.
“No…?” Phil tried, pulling his wings closer to him.
“Again with the horrible lying Phil!” Wilbur laughed.
“I'm not that bad at lying!” Phil defended.
“Whatever. You didn't answer my question,” Techno said, having finally looked away from the security cameras and at his father.
“Fine…. Yes, I was going to put them up around the house so that I could watch over the two of you,” Phil sighed.
“Once again, how did you become the most feared supervillain?” Wilbur questioned, throwing his hands up.
“Phil, if it makes you feel better, you can put the security cameras up. Okay? Just please don't be putting them, like, in the bathroom or some shit,” Techno huffed.
“I promise I won't,” Phil smiled. “Now, off to bed with the both of you! We all have work tomorrow and work waits for no man!”
“Alright, alright. Good night dad,” Wilbur chuckled.
“Night old man,” Techno said.
“Goodnight, boys!” Phil responded, as he shut his door.
The two brothers stood there for a moment before Techno eventually turned and headed to his own room.
“Night, Wil,” he called over his shoulder.
“Goodnight Tech,” Wilbur smiled.
Notes:
I hope you enjoyed this chapter!! I'm sorry it's taking me so long to get these posted-
If any of you have some ideas of what I could do for chapters in the future or ideas of what I could change to make my writing better, I would be extremely appreciate it!!!
This work is inspired by:
Tommyinnit' Ultra-Important Keychain - SeriouslyCalamitous
you are what reality is made of (even the part that's gritty) - a_katastrophy
Stolen Chances - Ray_Rambles
If we don't leave this town, we might never make it out - grasstastic
Tommyinnit's unbeatable method of avoiding sudden death - eneliii
Tommyinnit's clinic for supervillains - bonesandthebees (bonesandcacti)
Sir, This is a Drive Thru - ICH0R
The Children's Rebellion - Aria_Cinabun
The Children's Revenge - Aria_Cinabun
Ours Poetica - zeeskeit
Do I know this villain? Nah probably not - Gli_litch
Tommyinnit, the Housecat - Anonymous
There's blood in your web, Theseus (Wipe it out) - spookyserpent
Tommyinnit a Vigilante? Never. - greenpinkroe
A Remedy to a Broken Heart - FeelingBoredd
guided evolution - fathermooshroom
Come in From the Cold, Huntsman - spookyserpent
Hold my hand tight (we'll make it another night) - grasstastic
tell me where it hurts - melikebeez
Rogue - milk_tea24
Tommyinnit's Guide to Incredibly Stupid and Also Sad - snailzsys
The Underestimated - ace_spades
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Have a good morning/day/evening/night
Chapter 3: Goodbye...
Chapter Text
Hey everyone!
So, I figure I owe everyone an explanation... After all, I've been gone... What? Almost a year? Yeah- That sounds about right-
Okay... Gosh, this is harder to write than I thought it would be-
Uh, so at first, the reason why I was gone was because I had gotten sick and was trying to recover. During the time I was sick I missed an entire week of school which led to me being very behind and scrambling to catch back up. While that didn't take more than two days at the most, I also had to worry about other things I had going on at the time. This then led to more stress and just overall had a negative affect on my, at the time, all ready crappy mental health. So, I decided to take a break from writing so that I could focus on me. (I was extremely burnt out.) When I took a break from writing, I ended up taking a break from reading and ao3 all together. During this time I finally fully focused on me and things around me. This resulted in me slowly bringing up not only my metal health, but also my self esteem. When I came back to writing, I looked over this story again, and again, and again. And I kept coming up dry.
I tried to write and continue this story, and I did! But it was only things that I planned on happening later on. I became annoyed that I couldn't think of something to write to continue what I had on chapter three at the time. So, I restarted. And then I became stumped again. And I again tried to think of something, and I couldn't think of anything. So, I took a break again and began reading on ao3 again. When I came back I had new ideas and was ready to try again. So, I restarted again, with a fresh mind, and once again. I couldn't figure out how I wanted to word things and It lead to very poor writing. I didn't have an outline or any clue on where I wanted to go with this story.
That brings me to the next thing I wanted to talk about. I still have ideas for this story and I have finally thought of where I want this story to go. I have made outlines and have planned things out more, but I am not going to be continuing this story in the Dream smp fandom. After what has been found out about what Wilbur has done along with everything said about Dream- real or not- I have decided to leave this fandom. I joined excited for a Minecraft role play and instead found one of the most toxic fanbases I have ever seen. If I do end up continuing this story, it will not be with the Dream smp characters, but instead ones of my own or another one of the fandoms I am in.
When I found out what Wilbur had done I was thrown into a whirlwind of emotions. And after the initial shock wore off I was just... disappointed. Don't get me wrong, I am disgusted and very mad at him, but I'm mainly just disappointed. A lot of us had seen him as someone we could trust and then he went and did something like that. His "apology" was far from one. He made the issue about him and didn't even actually apologize to Shelby. This is not giving people the okay to go run to Wilbur and begin throwing death threats at him or people that support him. If you see someone supporting or trying to defined him, scroll past, don't interact with them or him. Ignore them. Spreading hate will only cause more issues in the end.
If I do continue to post things on here in the future, it will not be Dream smp. Honestly, it will most likely be Hermitcraft, BBC Merlin, Sam and Colby, Supernatural, or Original works. This is not me promising that I will be writing any of these, it is just me saying that if I do continue to upload stories on here, it will most likely be in these fandoms, maybe some others as well.
I thank everyone that read this and for the wonderful adventure of this story. Even though I did not get far with this story, I still had a blast and I hope you all did as well. If I ever do end up writing anything that has to do with Dream smp in the future, it will more than likely be Bedrock Bro's.
If anyone want's to see the small scenes I have written out, let me know and I will post them on here. Other than that, this is me saying goodbye.
Thank you again.
-Your favorite-
-Trident-
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