The life of a part time veterinarian, part time mechanic, and full time student.

by Duck_skywalker

Summary:

I am taking this from someone since they abandoned it. I have honor so I am just gonna edit it but, keep the same premise for the most part.(The first few chapters will hopefully be the same but I will start changing things up later in the story we get.) If I am missing tags tell me, the same with spelling/grammar mistakes.

Tommy no longer identifies himself with the Minecraft's. He does not consider them his family and only lives in the house because he can not move out until he's 18 or emancipated. Sam and Ponk both are the bosses that have basically adopted him. He considers Dream, George, and Sapnap as his brothers. He thinks Ranboo and purple are his best friends. His family abandoned him until he saved a dog's life.

Aka Tommy finds found family when he does an act of kindness. When Tommy's biological family suddenly remembers that he exists. They decide to mess with his peace.

Notes:

• Inspired by The Life of a Part Time Veterinarian, Part Time Mechanic and Full Time Student by orphan_account

If you recognize this it probably is this. warnings: depressive feelings and thoughts and anxiety. if I forgot anything tell me.

My first time writing on the site plz don't judge.

Chapter 1

Wilbur was walking through school with his friends. They all had plans to hang out after school. They were all looking towards it because of the plans they had already made. They were planning on going outside and hanging out by some stores.

His friends are Niki Underscore, Fundy Fisher, and Sally Fisher. They all shared the same schedule and met up through that. They were all Seniors.

Wilbur had two brothers; his twin Technoblade and his younger brother Tommy. He was not too close to Tommy in general. It is alright though because the age difference of two years would explain the age difference. It doesn’t matter that he was the closest to Tommy when he was younger.

He silently mused that spacing out in the middle of a conversation his friends were having. He was broken out of his proverbial space bubble by Niki’s sibling (Eret) calling his name.

“Wilbur, Wilbur, hey!!” Eret spoke. Their voice was deep and nice. He always liked Eret’s voice. Though he was confused as to why Eret was calling him.

“Hey, Eret. How’s it going?” Wilbur asked as Eret approached him.

“I just wanted to say that Foolish wanted to say Thank you to Tommy for saving Shark. He also wants to give him this.” Eret answered. He was handing Wilbur a medium-sized Tupperware tub full of brownies.

Wilbur was now very much confused. He did not know what was going on. What did Eret mean when they said that Tommy helped Foolish’s shark. He didn’t even know if it was actual animals or a game. However, given by the way that Foolish gave Tommy a tub of Brownies he was willing to bet it was an actual animal. He still wanted to know exactly what happened so he asked.

“What do you mean that ‘Tommy saved Shark’?” Wilbur asked. His voice was steadily rising in octaves.

“You don’t know what happened?” Eret questioned back. They were clearly confused as to why Wilbur didn’t know what happened. Wilbur shook his head. “So what happened was that Foolish’s pet dog named Shark went missing one day. He was worried sick and then ended up finding his dog bleeding out in an alleyway. It turned out that Shark had gotten into a fight with the other neighborhood dogs and ended up losing it. Foolish was panicking and it was nighttime. It was a lucky thing that Tommy was nearby at the time. Tommy ended up hearing Foolish screaming and was able to reach them in time. Tommy was able to take control of the situation and bring them into the veterinarian clinic that He volunteers at.” ‘He volunteers in a veterinarian clinic??’ Wilbur thought in surprise and shock.

“Tommy was able to then patch up Shark and calm Foolish down. Without him then Shark would’ve likely died. Foolish feels eternally grateful for Tommy and wanted to thank him. When Foolish tried to repay him with money Tommy proceeded to fight with him until Foolish gave up. He knows that Tommy wouldn’t accept any type of direct payment so instead, He made some brownies for Tommy and made me ask you to give them to him.” Eret finished explaining. His voice turned a fond tone at the end. It was clear that the brunette held a certain fondness for Wilbur’s younger brother.

Niki, Fundy and Sally all listened in shock as well. They had all thought of Tommy as a prick and annoying person. They did not really think he was capable of actually doing that. It turns out that Wilbur also didn’t think so. “Tommy, like Tommy Minecraft? My brother??” His voice was continuing to rise in octaves.

“Yes Wilbur, Tommy Minecraft. Like your brother” Eret's voice was beginning to show signs of annoyance at the clear way that Wilbur didn’t think Tommy was capable of that. Looking at the faces of the others, including his sister, they couldn’t help but feel a slight protectiveness for the youngest Minecraft child.

“Anyways please say thank you to Tommy from both Foolish and I’s parts. Also please tell him that Mrs. Puffy wants him to come over for dinner in the Puffy household.” Eret said as they were steadily turning backwards. He didn’t want to make the interaction last longer than need be. “Well goodbye and see you later Niki!!” With that, they ran away from them and likely into the front of the schoolyard.

While Wilbur’s friends started talking amongst themselves all Wilbur could do was stand there in shock. Why didn’t he know this, what the fuck just happened, and most importantly “why the fuck does Eret know more about my brother than I do?” he muttered under his breath. His gaze was still stuck in the place where Eret left.

Chapter 2: pur pur meets the twins while tommy freaks out

Summary:

I combined the second and third chapter

Notes:

clementine: https://www.google.com/url?sa=i&url=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.pinterest.com%2Fpin%2F292030357081606550%2F&psig=AOvVaw1kCV1JSy9GG-xlyNrYyGAu&ust=1677131552189000&source=images&cd=vfe&ved=0CA8QjRxqFwoTCNDM54W4qP0CFQAAAAAdAAAAABAE

Tommy was sitting in his room bored. He was waiting for Ponk to pick him up after picking up purpled. They had to go and do a home call for a sick poodle.

Tommy wanted to finish it as soon as possible because he doesn’t want the dog to suffer but the owner had requested it much later in the afternoon. This also got along with the fact that Ponk would not allow Tommy to skip school to do the home call. The white-haired elder (something that caused Ponk to playfully slap the back of Tommy’s head whenever the kid would say that in front of him) was a chill person that is also quite strict about school.

Tommy didn’t mind school. He maintained a good GPA of 4.00 so that he could have a higher chance of getting into a good college. He also was not bullied or treated badly by anyone. What he was madder about was the fact that the people that cared for him/his family didn’t go to that school.

The dream team(which consists of his friends; Dream, George, and Sapnap) goes to a different school. The school they go to is a sports academy that is situated a few blocks away from Tommy’s school. The bad thing is that school is a private and prestigious school for sports and considering the fact that Tommy’s barely able to run for 5 minutes before he runs out of breath and passes out it's not likely that Tommy would get in.

Ranboo is home-schooled because he was bullied in public school and his parents decided it was better for him to do home-school. Tommy wished he was home-schooled as well but he understood that he would have to ask and go through a whole process for that and he also knew Phil wouldn’t allow him to. After all, Phil wouldn’t like to help Tommy with school or anything. 

Luckily for him purpled is in the same school as him but, they don't have any classes except for one class in the middle of the day. Their brother Punz who hates him prevents his brother from changing classes. You might be wondering how it's because he has 90% of his classes with him.

So to sum it up, he's screwed. It is a good thing that he can always hang out with them in the afternoons after school. This leads him to his current predicament of being bored whilst waiting for them. Purpled had recently texted Tommy that he would be there in 15 minutes. So with that in mind Tommy knew he had to find something to do in the lonely house.

Tommy sighed as he went up the stairs and to his room. His room was quite pretty and spacious. It was covered in various colors whilst not being obnoxious. Though the colors are mostly muted because of the dim lighting setting he had his light blue led lights at. He compared the filter of the lighting cast to the one they used in the twilight. He had a queen-sized bed in a corner of the room that had a shelf so that he fits in his books and some figurines. He had various pictures of his family around his room with some shark lights that beamed bright light. His animal crossing switch was charging in its dock on the shelf of his bed. His tv was in the front of the bed so that he could easily watch it.

Underneath his television was two enclosures. one for his female Mexican redleg spider named Shroud, and the other one is for his Rosy Maple Moth (Dryocampa rubicund) named Clementine. His closet consisted of two mirrored sliding doors that revealed a small variety of large sweaters and some slacks and dress shirts (he liked to match with Ranboo on wearing suits sometimes). The rest of his normal shirts and bottoms were in his drawers (underneath his bed and in one of the drawers on his nightstand). He had two sliding doors that revealed a relatively medium-sized balcony where he had a large swinging egg-shaped chair. He liked the balcony and mostly came there to see the prettiness that is the forest and gardens that surround him.

His second favorite part was his pc's. He had a pc and monitor set up in the corner of his room next to the sliding doors but leaning on the wall. They were on a white desk that was covered in small knickknacks and pencils. His computer was sitting plugged in charging in the middle of his bed. He had a few lego Star Wars sets that covered the room as well. He liked building and dismantling items and had commented to Sam about it. (The next day he had 5 different lego sets of different difficulties and over the years he had collected a large collection due to them giving him one as a reward or present.)

His bed was covered with different blankets of different colors. He had three semi-small ones that were soft whilst he had one large weighted blanket. He also had his comforter that was always tucked into his bed. He had a few stuffed animals that were given to him by his mother when he was younger. There were also a few that were given to him by his biological family when they still cared for him. Even though he didn’t acknowledge them as a family or trusted them; they were still people that he cared for. He hated how he cared for people that didn’t deserve it. Sam always told him “Your heart is so large and caring for my child. While it may seem like it is horrible and it causes you to love greatly.” “But Sam it also means that the chances of me getting hurt are increased” “I know dear. It is a curse and a blessing. However, it is also what makes you so special and why you have us. We are here to prevent you from getting hurt so badly.”

He sighed quietly at that and chose to just watch some videos while finishing a few lego builds he had started beforehand. He quickly grabbed the bag of lego pieces and the lego built itself and sat on his bed. He quickly turned on his computer and put on “the middle”. He liked that show greatly and it was turning out to be a comfort show for him.

A few minutes where the only sounds heard were the small sound of blocks scraping on nails and the soft noises of the Heck Family and whatever shenanigans they had going on filled the small mansion that was the Minecraft Household passed by. When Tommy heard the telltale sound of Wilbur’s car parking in the driveway. He knew it was his car because of the semi-distinct sound of the engine that needed repairing that Wilbur still did not notice.

His hypothesis was confirmed when the doors to the front of the house were pulled open with a semi-bang. The sounds of footsteps were heard before the sounds of the whispers of Wilbur’s friends. The house was echoey and adding that Tommy has above-average hearing made it relatively easy to hear what was happening. Tommy didn’t pay them any focus as he knew it did not involve him.

What he did not expect was that all of a sudden Wilbur suddenly shouted “TOMMY”. This then caused a small occurrence of events that goes as follows. First, The sounds of the friends talking were immediately silenced. Then, the echo bounced and hit Tommy’s ears with a metaphorical bang and causing him to both develop a headache and caused his eyes to twitch. Which also made his hands spasm in shock and drop the lego build on the floor (thankfully his blanket that overfilled to the floor caught the lego build and minimalized the impact damage the build took). Finally, it made him freeze for a few seconds which irritated Wilbur and caused him to march up the stairs to Tommy’s room to start interrogating the kid.

When Wilbur came in and opened the door suddenly the sounds of deeper and heavier footsteps were heard in the house. In all his glory came out the mighty older twin, Technoblade.
When looking at the way Wilbur shouted at the kid and looked a bit out for blood Technoblade did what was the only thing he could think of and asked “What the hell is going on?” The silence was his only response.

The small pitter-patter footsteps of the rest of Wilbur’s friends going up the stairs sounded throughout the echoey house. Wilbur and Techno were staring at each other all while Tommy was having an existential crisis.

He was supposed to be alone. He didn’t hear the motherfucking blade home. He did not count on that. He also definitely did not count on the fact that Wilbur would remember the fact he had a younger sibling. This was all happening too fast and he slowly felt the small feeling of dread approaching in his veins and his entire being was close to spasming out. He felt his hand start to shake in a rapid way that was slowly increasing in speed. He also felt his leg starting to shake a lot and he was starting to rock back and forth on the bed.

It was a good thing he was on the bed because if not then the chances of him having passed out would have risen considerably considering the fact that he was already feeling quite dizzy and lightheaded. His lungs also started feeling white and cold which is not good at all. This was all happening quite fast and without him noticing he started to hyperventilate.

While Tommy was having an entire asthma attack Wilbur and Techno were arguing whilst Wilbur’s friends watched silently. The brownies that Eret had given Wilbur were in the kitchen and were safe; something that could not be said the same for the slowly deteriorating temper of Techno. “Why do you look out for blood for the gremlin? Did he do a prank or something; cause you know how Dad said that when that happens to calm down and then talk right?” Techno’s slight drawl and low grumbly voice lightly scolded his twin.

He might not be close to the gremlin or even like him but he also did not want Wilbur to get in trouble because he yelled at Tommy or anything. If not for the fact that Wilbur would get into trouble because the gremlin snitched then he would not have intervened. He watched as Wilbur’s eyes lit up in remembrance and as Wilbur started to calm down. When he felt like Wilbur was at an adept level to talk or discuss he asked again. “So what did the gremlin do to rile you up like that?”

“I was at the school and then Eret-” at the look on Techno’s confused face Wilbur clarified “They’re Niki’s older sibling” Techno nodded no longer confused and Wilbur sighed “anyways, so they came up to me and handed me a tub of brownies. I asked them why and then he proceeds to tell me this whole story of how Tommy saved Foolish’s-” at the return of Techno’s confused face Wilbur explained again “Foolish is Eret’s friend and one of Puffy’s sons” Techno nodded “Tommy saved Foolish’s dog Shark’s life and Tommy would not accept payment. Foolish wanted to give the brownies to Tommy and so Eret gave them to me so that Tommy would accept.” With all of that explained Wilbur sighed once again.

“What do you mean that Tommy saved Foolish’s dog’s life? Do you mean our Tommy, like Tommy Minecraft? Our brother?” Techno asked. While he was uncertain and confused his voice did not change tone at all.

Wilbur had just finished nodding when suddenly Niki gasped and ran into the room and towards Tommy. Everyone went silent as they saw the way Niki ran toward the kid. That was also when they noticed that Tommy was hyperventilating and shaking/fidgeting. The kid's legs were basically a blur as they shook so much and his hand that wasn’t clutching his chest was a blur in the speed it was shaking.

By the time it took for all of this to happen Ponk and purpled had already arrived at the house. They had arrived five minutes ago but decided to wait for Tommy to appear. When they noticed how Tommy would not come out she sighed and decided to send purpled in to see if he was coming out or if something had happened. They all had keys to the Minecraft household because the occurrence of Tommy having an asthma attack or something along those lines has happened too many times. The locks can only sustain so much lockpicking and damage before they break.

With that in mind, Purpled went out of the car and opened the Minecraft household silently. He was not much for dramatics and he also knew how the eldest Minecraft’s car was in the driveway which meant that he was home.

The moment that purpled fully shut the door he could hear the panicked gasp of someone and the sound of hurried footsteps. Quickly and as fast as he could move Purpled zoomed up the stairs and was met by a group of older teens that included the Minecraft twins. Gazing farther and noticing that the room they had all gathered by was indeed his pseudo brother's room he noticed how the gasp had come from the pink-haired girl he registered as Niki Underscore.

Just as he was about to question what was going on he finally heard the harshly sped-up breathing that was slowly increasing in beat. ‘Fuck’ he thought as he gazed and saw that indeed Tommy was having an asthma attack looking around it was easy to realize how only Niki had minimal knowledge of what was going on.

Purpled hurriedly checked his pockets and sighed in relief when he finally felt Tommy’s inhaler. Quickly and without much panic Purpled went in and crouched in front of the shivering teen. “Hey hey Tommy it's me Purpled. I'm gonna need you to calm down. Your panicking isn't helping your breathing. Close your eyes and think of a flower field.” his voice and tone were soft as he said that. He knew Tommy knew that panicking would only make it worse but it was understandable for the other teen to panic. Since it was in the early stages and not full-blown Purpled knew he had time to calm the teen down enough for the inhaler.

When he saw how the teen was beginning to calm down and breathing well enough to hold in the medication, Purpled handed Tommy the inhaler and checked the clock. Tommy took a puff and Purpled counted (he knew that in his current state, the kid would likely not be able to count to 20 seconds). “Breathe out” Purpled spoke as the time needed to spend taking the medication passed. They did this again with a second puff and the other teen started to look better.

“Thanks, Purpled” Tommy thanked the purple-clad teen. His tone was light and grateful but it was relatively easy to note that he was embarrassed. They both knew the boy’s streak of a year of having no asthma attacks broke. He knew how much Tommy felt pride in having none and how much he hated having them. It made him feel useless and pathetic when he had to take medication and limit the amount of stuff he does compare to his pseudo siblings.

Purpled could only softly smile behind his mask; they quickly assured and hugged the teen. “Hey don't feel embarrassed for having to use an inhaler. There are tons of people that have to use one, just be glad you don't have to use the iron lung from SpongeBob!” His tone was fond and joking as he tried to raise the other teen’s spirits. His job seemed to work and Tommy started to laugh slightly.

The happy bonding moment was quickly broken apart by the sound of the twin’s less than amused and rather bemused throat clearing. This time it was the brown-haired twin’s turn to speak. “So who is this random boy that is in our house Tommy? Better yet how did he get into our house?”

Notes:

shroud: https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fspiderid.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2FBrachypelma-smithi-male-Guerrero-State-Mexico.-RCW.jpg&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fspiderid.com%2Fpicture%2F50240%2F&tbnid=FXGaNSiB195xGM&vet=12ahUKEwiOmp6Iuqj9AhU4BGIAHeZYBpoQMyggegUIARCaAg..i&docid=XRvsfaEr0c_AgM&w=1654&h=1142&q=female%20mexican%20red%20knee%20tarantula&ved=2ahUKEwiOmp6Iuqj9AhU4BGIAHeZYBpoQMyggegUIARCaAg

Chapter 3: they meet rat

Notes:

sorry, it took me a while to post. school has been kicking my ass. my grandma also has cancer. so life in general has been kicking my ass. i will try to update more often. aka at least once a week.

The silence was loud as can be in the house. The only sound was the small noises of the Heck family in shambles as Tommy had forgotten to close the tab or stop the viewing. Tommy was also currently in shambles as he was confused as to what to do. Everyone was watching him in curiosity and some with anger (the anger coming from the siblings but it was mostly directed at Ponk). Gathering as much courage as possible, Tommy was about to tell a joke to deflate the situation when Purpled suddenly stood up. Gathering by his body language it was easy to note that there was going to be a rather aggressive confrontation.

With a small sigh to steady himself Tommy watched what would be a possible fight occur between his brother and the twins.

“Also can you tell me the fuck just happened to Tommy” Came the angry voice of the pink-haired twin. His arms were crossed on his chest and his chest puffed up. It was easy to note the twins were trying to intimidate the teenager.

“I am guessing you’re the neglectful “older brothers” that happened to also not know the fuck an asthma attack looks like or that your fucking “younger brother” has asthma” The venom spilled from the teenager was coated in a sugary sweet casing. His movements were choppy and if you didn’t pay attention to what he was saying or his tone you would’ve thought that he was being nice.

“Who the fuck are you to judge us random teenager who broke into the house. He’s our younger brother, not yours.” Wilbur shouted in response. His stance became increasingly aggressive as he tried to ignore the increasing feeling of dread of now three people knowing more about his younger brother than he does.

“Get out of our house now” Was all Techno said as he looked at the masked stranger with eyes of anger. He doesn’t want to be judged on his ability to be a good older brother. He didn’t care about the feeling of slight dread that also crept up his throat.

Purpled stared at the twins in front of him that both looked as if they were in denial of not truly knowing their younger brother. With a sigh, he looked at Tommy and offered his hand. It was a silent invitation to get the fuck out of the house. Considering the fact that Tommy looked incredibly relieved it was safe to say that Tommy would not be coming back to the Minecraft Household until far later.

Tommy quickly shut off his computer and grabbed Purpled's hand. Quickly he waved goodbye to shroud and Clementine then ran down the stairs with Ponk. The yells of surprise the twins let out rang around the house but Tommy was already outside.

When they were all able to get outside Tommy and Ponk had left.

 

Tommy sighed as Ponk started driving to the house with the sick poodle. He looked at Purpled who looked unbothered and was looking at his phone. “Purpled” came the relatively timid voice of the usual loud and hyperactive child. Ponk looked at him with concern through the rearview mirror but, had to look back at the road. Purpled hummed but, didn't look up at him. “Why did you not confront them?” Tommy’s voice was just curious.

Tommy wasn’t mad that Purpled didn’t confront them head-on. He knew Purpled was not intimidated nor would they not be capable of calling them out. He was simply curious as to what caused the Adult not to start a fight.

Tommy unconsciously started to flap his hands a bit. He did that a lot when talking or thinking. When he talked though he tended to start signaling what he was saying. He silently mused how back when musically was still a thing he was cracked at it because how he normally signaled when talking so people would call him out for using musically when he did it. It was quite funny.

He got broken out of his small spiel when Purpled sighed and leaned his head back on the headrest.

“I didn’t think you would enjoy the confrontation if I am being honest. We still have not discussed if you ever wanted to confront them yourself or for someone else to confront them. All I know is that you did not allow Dream nor the rest to confront them when Dream went against Technoblade in the Kendo Championship. Also, I knew you wouldn’t appreciate a fight when you just had an asthma attack and had just finished panicking” His voice was quite tired. It was obvious that they disliked not being able to call out the twins on their bullshit but it was also easy to tell that they were happy that it was all over.

“Remember you’re my kid. Your safety and comfort is more valuable than me being able to finally call out those fuckers” Ponk said as she butted in on their conversation.
Tommy smiled at the both of them for caring. Then said "If you tell fucking anyone that i am being nice i will hunt you down."

“I won't tell anyone, this will be a secret only we know then” Ponk's voice was calm and happy as they drove.

“Okay old man”
As they arrived at the house Tommy’s spirits began to rise. He truly did love animals and loved being able to help them be healthy. It made him feel to a certain degree important and calmed down the mean voices.

When they came to the driveway with all their stuff in hand (a small vet kit that Ponk made sure to always have in the car) they knocked. The house was quite pretty.

While it was not as large as the Minecraft household it was still pretty large. It was quite easy to tell that the owners were relatively well off wealth wise. The house was decorated in a varied mess of flowers that overgrew from the sides of the house. Even though the design would implicate that the house was not kept well it was relatively easy for the duo to tell that the design was intentional.

Even though it looked overgrown the flowers were all blooming and had no thorns. They were all in a pretty layout that would implicate that someone was responsible for their state. It was highly likely the owner of the house had a gardener. The patterns were recognizable that only a professional would be likely of making.

There was also a pretty pattern of Aloe Vera plants. They were all in pots ranging from giant (half of Tommy’s height) to Tommy’s mid-leg. The house itself was a two-story house that had a medium-sized balcony that hung over the garage. The car was likely inside the house as it was not around the corner nor parked in the driveway too.
The person who opened the door for them was a relatively small adult. They had brown hair and a friendly face and body language. Tommy’s small theory was proven correct when the adult said “You’re the vets that are supposed to help me with Lucy, right?” The tone they spoke in was a calm one that implied the owner was nervous but was concerned for their dog.

“Yes those are us. Tommy this is Bad. He is one of my old friends and is the one that contacted us to help him figure out what is wrong with his dog.” Ponk introduced both of them to one another. (Author's note. there is as ton of grammatical errors in this book originally.)

Tommy put on his best customer service smile and said "Nice to meet you Bad. Mind me asking if bad is your real name or not? If it is I am so sorry." Bad immediately starts to laugh and in between that laughter said " No it isn't it's just a nickname from back in high school!" Tommy's face was littered with red from the laughing.

Both Tommy and Ponk went inside and start checking out Rat. During the inspection Tommy started a conversation with Bad.

“Bad what is wrong with rat is that she is pregnant. Congratulations you’re the soon-to-be grandparent to a litter of poodle puppies. Now I must get going or else Sam will have my head. Now goodbye” Ponk hurriedly said bye to the soon to be grandparent to poodle pups and hurried to the car with a speed unmatched.

He honestly did not realize what was happening until he was in front of what looked to be a house. He looked around and saw a stranger next to him. The stranger must have caught the panicked look he had on as the next thing he was being told he was Tommy, he was 17 years old, he had three brothers and a best friend, he had a spider named shroud a moth named clementine. By the third time the person said it the memories started flowing back into his brain.

He was Tommy. He was 17. He had three brothers and a best friend. He had a spider named shroud and a moth named clementine. He started repeating it himself and then he was back. Looking at the face Ponk had on it was safe to say that he had another episode. “Fuck” was all tommy said.

“Fuck” Ponk requited the sentiment.

“Pray tell why the fuck did you guys came back so late and almost missed dinner?” Came the soft but decidedly mad tone of Sam.

“fuck…” the duo repeated at the same time.

Notes:

I took at big chunks of this and put my own stuff in. If your wondering why it's because these parts didn't really feel tommy like.

Chapter 4: flash back and confrontation

Summary:

uwu im alive. Anyways this is a flashback to how tommy and tubbo stopped being friends and him and ponk finally getting home. (they dropped purple off) I just didn't feel like putting it in. so just imagine during the flashback in the car they dropped off purpled while tommy was having the flashback.

Notes:

life has been kicking me in the ass. hopefully, I can get on the schedule I want. If not then expect a lot of updates over summer break.

I remembered not so long ago. We were just middle schoolers. I was in the Student Council and so were you. You were so nice and amazing. You were friends with everyone, even the older kids. You got along with everyone greatly.

You were so smart and talented. It was the two of us who ruled the school grade wise you know. We both know that you were always smarter than I ever was or that I could ever be. This was shown in the way that every time we got an assessment I would score greater than others but always a few points shorter than you.

It took some time for me to become your best friend. Truly it was after the first year of school that we became true friends.

We knew each other on social media and started talking more and more in the summer. I have told you so many secrets that I have not told anyone else.

You know how I feel like my brothers hate me, how I wish for their love, how I wish to be a better person, how I wish to be able to feel like others feel and most importantly how I wish to be normal. All of this are things I have told you over the years.

You were the first person I ever loved if I am being honest. You were simply too amazing for me not to fall in love with everything that you are. I know I should feel jealous and envious but I never was. I loved you too much for that. You were like the brother I never had.

The one that was there for me when I felt bad. The only person I trusted more than I trust myself. That person was you. I wanted to be like you and your made me strive to be better. If I am being honest you were one of the things that kept me afloat through it all. I can never thank you enough for that.

Before you i was always switching from friend groups. My personality is like a chameleon and that caused me to be able to fit through any friend's group. It never lasted for long though. Sooner or later I would lose interest and leave.

You were the only person who was immune to that. You were the one that stood with me even when i pushed you away. You did not allow me to do that and instead checked up on me and helped me become a better person.

There was a time where I envied your relationship with your siblings. It was until I saw how bad it was for you. Your father had left you and left you with your mum and siblings that were not bad people but not good people. I saw how your cousins bullied and stole from you.

I noticed how I had a brand new phone with signal while you had a very old phone with no signal. I always lent you my phone afterschool so that you could call your sister. I lived nearby and would always walk one way and you would walk in the other direction.

Your sister was a year older than you but had a better relationship with you than I ever had with my brothers. Your sister was nice but she and your mum were both conservatives. You never liked that. You were the one that taught me what I know now. It was because of how opinionated you are, you know.

I remember how worked up and passionate you would get when the history teacher was talking about a topic you were interested in. I was always the one that watched awestruck at how you confidently told him and the others off. Well at least that was how it seemed for them. At the end of the day you would always come for me to comfort you because it was all a façade. You are not invincible and are in fact more sensitive than I am. This made you a target and made me have to comfort you every time. I never minded.

I was never truly passionate about anything. It came and went in bursts of passion. I went through a lot of different phases that happened in a short amount of time. You were there for that too. We were always together. We were the best of friends. That was until he moved in. Eret. That was their name.

Then suddenly it was you and them. I was in a different class than you and had a completely different schedule. Eret had similar classes to you and was a teacher’s assistant in those classes. You two became the best of friends.

I was suddenly put behind and I was alright with that. All I needed was a little bit of time with you for me to feel okay. It was not that I was dependent on you. The thing was that I needed time with you so I wouldn't get bored. I didn’t want to lose you.

Every time I heard your name Eret was also mentioned. Then I heard how you were becoming Eret’s new brother. You had told me how your mum lost custody of you and nobody wanted to take you in. your sister didn’t want to either. I was the one that stayed awake until mid morning so that you would feel better even though I had an important quiz the next day. I think that was the moment I lost you. I knew right then and there that I could not compete. It didn’t mean I didn’t try.

I tried being stable and being there for you but I am not a perfect person. I am someone that needs copious amounts of alone time for me to feel good to be around others.

I don’t blame you. I don’t blame myself either. I also don’t blame Eret. I blame no one. That would be redundant.

I watched as you grew into this amazing person. You are still growing as I see. You are growing into yourself and your personality. You are becoming rougher and then you rarely need my help. That was okay so I just continued our friendship because I craved the love as they say.

Then one day I see that you are with other people and texting them everyday. You stay on call with them daily and nightly. When I want to call you, uou always say you’re busy. You’re having picnics and are suddenly becoming a teenager before my very own eyes.

No longer that awkward pre-teen that would come to me for comfort whenever they felt bad. You now came to others for comfort. That’s okay.

I’m moving on as well. I have a new family you know. I have two dads, three brothers and a best friend. I think I can fall in love again. I will always love you but your heart's too full now for me. That is fine. I have my family and they love me with their unlimited love.

I am falling in love with them. It feels the same as when I fell in love with you. I suddenly crave their small affections. I feel okay hugging them. I feel comfortable enough to call them brothers and I know they love me back with the same affection.

My new best friend is named Ranboo. He’s the opposite of you I guess. He’s taller than me, He is shy and quiet, He is nice and has a pretty personality. He makes me feel safe in a way no one has before. He had a similar experience to me and we relate to one another a lot.

We both have our own issues and that's okay. We both know that we need help but that we are not in a position of freedom to do so. We think alike. He doesn’t know how to comfort people. Neither do I if I'm being honest. It's a good thing none of us need that.

We know what we need most is just jokes. We know when to provide comfort in small touches like head pats and hugs.

He knows I don’t usually like affection and he takes that into consideration every time we hug. He knows I'm always there for him and I know he’s always there for me.

We are both moving in separate directions Tubbo. I think it is finally time for me to say goodbye. Thank you for teaching me to love. Thank you for always being there for me when I needed it and thank you for everything. I don’t think I would have made it without you.

Sincerely, Tommy Dude (doesn’t my dad have the coolest name ever)

Tommy stared at the google document that he wrote years ago. In the small print above the font details there in underlined letters it said “Last edit was 2 years ago”.

Tears spilled over the teens eyes as he reread what he wrote. It was so long ago but it sometimes still felt like it was yesterday. He still remembers the heartbreak. He was having a bad day and everything felt wavy but it also hurt.

He was so far into his mind that it took someone shaking him so that he could be back in reality. He slowly lifted his head and stared at the red and green eyes that belonged to a certain boob boy. Said boob boy was now staring at him with eyes of fondness and concern. He was asking the unsaid questions and Tommy just stared for a few more seconds before falling down unto the chest of boob boy.

He was comfortable like this. Cuddling into the warmth of his best friend when all of a sudden he felt the five taps on his back. He knew what they meant.

Whenever they did not feel like talking they spoke through taps. This series of taps meant that the rest of his family wanted to join. All Tommy had to do was bump his head with boo’s chest and then suddenly the warmth of his family greeted his back.

The cuddle pile lasted for a long time and then Sapnap started talking which led to an argument with Dream and then George joined in and then they were all talking together. The small family cuddled up in Tommy’s queen bed while the forgotten sounds of the tv played.

Tommy didn’t notice when Ranboo looked at the doc and exited the page. Nor when he interchanged glances with the others hinting through facial expressions what Tommy was looking at. No one commented when Ranboo shut the computer down or when they all started giving affection to the youngest one in order to make him feel better.

They all loved him and would not allow anyone to hurt Tommy that badly. They were his family after all. They all knew Tommy would do the same if it was any of them.

 

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“So you’re telling me that the only reason why you came home so late was because of the fact that Tommy got caught up arguing with bad about what other breed his dog is?” Sam spoke as he looked at the two that sat at the dinner table.

The scene that one would walk into looked straight out of a movie interrogation scene. It was dark outside and the lights were pointed straight at Tommy and Ponk (they sat on one side of the table). Whilst Sam, Dream, Sapnap, George and even Ranboo stared at the duo with fake glares.

A beat of silence passed and then they all started laughing. “You know knowing Tommy that sounds like something he would do” Sam wheezed out in between laughs.

Tommy just stared at them all with a look of fake irritation. “Shut up okay, I got carried away!” Sam started laughing even more. "I didn't get to see the dog before I made that assessment about rat being a chihuahua! He just seemed like that type of person!" tommy yelled

“you- “ Dream wheezed out “you- you- thought his poodle was part-chihuahua-” Tommy questioned how he was the one with asthma and not the green bitch

“I swear to god- WHY THE FUCK AM I WITH THE LUNG PROBLEMS AND NOT THE BITCH WHO WHEEZES MORE THAN HE COULD TALK” Tommy started going into a rant when all of a sudden he stopped. His phone started buzzing. “Hey dad?”

Simultaneously both Ponk and Sam responded with a “yes child”.

“Um Phil is calling me” came in the voice of the child that was once again timid.

Those five words caused all of them to instantly still. They all just stared at Tommy and Tommy stared at them. “Phil like Philza Minecraft?” came to soft voice of Sapnap. It was obvious he knew that it was indeed Philza Minecraft, Tommy’s biological father.

All Tommy could do is nod. They all stared at the buzzing phone on the countertop. Tommy looked at it and swallowed shallowly.. ‘Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck’

“So i guess i have to legally answer it right” his voice was breaking slightly. His leg was literally going supersonic speed and he was very close to bonking his head against something. Just as Tommy was getting ready to bonk it with the nearest object he was grabbed by the head by a certain tall half and half.

“No bonk” was all the very nervous Ranboo said. Ranboo had seen the way that Tommy was getting ready to hit his head against something and so he had to stop it. It was not a tic per say it was more of an anxiety thing. By grabbing Tommy’s head and patting his head it made the younger calm down more than the head bonk would.

“I think you need to answer the phone, Toms,” Sam exhaled deeply.

Grabbing the phone with his hands shaking slightly Tommy answered the call. “Mate, where are you? It's literally 8pm and you should be home already. We have a lot to talk about today mister, especially about that teen kid that came over today and his relationship with you. I expect you to be home before 8:30pm young man or else I will ground you, understand”

“yes”

The sounds of the phone dial tone filled Tommy’s right ear. His right hand shook as he brought the phone down. “So I just had the first interaction with Phil in over 3 years and its because he wants me to come home before 8:30pm or else im grounded and how i have to explain to him Purpled and I’s relationship.” His voice shook as he spoke.

He started to laugh.

Slowly but surely he was increasing the speed of his breath rapidly. He started crying as he hugged himself and even Ranboo’s pats were not calming him down completely.

The rest watched along in shock until finally, after a few seconds Sam pulled himself from his spot on the other side of the table next to Tommy. He looked at Tommy with sad eyes “can i hug you?”

Tommy shook his head.

Notes:

you can tell I don't like the part about Tommy arguing with bad about his name. if it is a bit weird in the last chapter it's because I didn't feel like putting in a lot of details about the argument.

Chapter 5

Summary:

Tommy comes home

Notes:

update: i have strep throat help i feel like absolute dogshit.

pssspsss come get your chapter

“I’m sorry” was the first thing Tommy registered when he came back.

He could only just stare into the outside of the Minecraft household. “I am so sorry that you have to go back there. I truly wish we can do something about it but I understand your wishes. Just know our offer is always on the table.” Sam spoke softly as he stared at the child.

Tommy knew what Sam was talking about. A few years ago Sam and Ponk had proposed adopting Tommy. They told him how they could help him get emancipated. Tommy wanted it a lot but he had a promise to uphold.

When Tommy’s mum died she had told him as her last wish to wait until he was 18 to leave. Mumza knew what was happening and Tommy had talked to her about it before. It was also a large reason why Mumza and Phil used to have frequent arguments. It was surprising that she told him that as she was the one that fought so much for him and should know firsthand how hard it was.

“Please give them a chance, wait until you are 18 to leave please Tommy. Promise me that you will try to give them a chance and that you won’t leave before your eighteenth birthday. If after you’re eighteenth they don’t get better or you decide not to allow them in then so be it but please wait until you turn eighteen.”

That was the last thing that he promised mumza. His birthday was coming up in a matter of months now. That was the main reason why he was excited for the first time in a while for his birthday. Sam and Ponk had already assured him of a spot at their house and that they would be there for him through it all.

He honestly did not know what he would have done if he did not have them. Ranboo always told him not to think of the what if’s and to just think of the future and present. Which is why he tuned back in to reality.

“I think its time Toms” The dashboard showed the numbers 8:25pm brightly. “I think its time for you to go inside.” Sam spoke softly as he looked at Tommy with concern in his eyes. “Please text or call me when you get to your room and if anything happens don’t be afraid to call me and I will pick you up and drag you out of here.”

“I don’t want to go inside Sam” Tommy mumbled. He felt really really tired all of a sudden. He did not want to face them at the moment or ever really. If never was an actual option he would take it. How he wished he could just move cities so that he could never see the Minecraft household ever again.

“If you want to you can come back to the house and we can bring you back tomorrow or get your brothers to get your stuff to the house and you can live with us.” Sam smiled bittersweetly at the fantasy. How he wish that was real and that it was that simple. “However, we both know you kinda have to go there today.” He stated sadly.

“Yea” was all Tommy could muster up with sincerity. “You know what. Fuck this shit. I am the fucking biggest man in this entire world (other than you) so I can do this. I ain’t no motherfucking pussy like them wronguns. I am not a fucking wrongun.” Tommy spoke with fake confidence. He could do this and get it over with. Then he would wake up and they would forget him all over again.

After all, it had happened before. It was not the first time that Wilbur or any of the others suddenly remembered his existence and then decided to try and get back into his life just to forget the next day. It wasn’t the first time and it likely would not be the last time even though he really did hope it was. He did not know how much more of it he could take.

Sam could only smile fondly as he knew that Tommy was trying to convince himself that everything would be okay. It made him feel nice that even through it all Tommy would never give up on his own self. He knew Tommy had beforehand and he did not want that to ever happen again. He would come over and throttle Philza fucking Minecraft and the Minecraft twins before they make Tommy lose his spark again. He would sue for custody of the kid, whatever dying promise Kristen and Tommy made before her death be damned. He knew for a fact that Kristen would favour her child’s health over some promise.

Knocking his forehead against the gremlin’s own Sam quietly spoke “I know sweetie. I know you can do this and we are here for you if you need anything. Promise me if anything happens to call or text any of us and we will all come over and throttle them if you want” The slight joke was to try and make Tommy feel better even if he knew it was also to make himself feel better.

“I promise Sam” Tommy promised slightly laughing at the joke the elder made. Getting up and mustering as much confidence as possible Tommy opened the door. “Goodbye Sam” Tommy mumbled bittersweetly.

“Goodbye Tommy” Sam responded. He watched as Tommy slowly entered the house. Waiting five minutes just staring at the doors Sam softly sighed and he brushed some of his hair out of his face. “goodbye Tommy” Sam whispered as he slowly drove out of the driveway and went back to the house.

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Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck. I need to do this. I need to confront them head on. I am not a pussy like them and I need to show it’ Were the thoughts running in his head. He was nervous and so very scared. He felt like running away but Tommy Innit Dude was anything but a person who gave up.

He needed to calm down. If he did not calm down the chances of this ending in a nice way were zero to none. What he first needed to do was decide whether or not to confront them or just take the yelling and lock himself in his room.
Tommy took a final sigh and entered the house. The clock turned to 8:00 pm at the exact same time he entered the house and immediately he saw the imposing figures of Phil, Technoblade, and Wilbur Minecraft. ‘For fucks sake-’

“So where do we start young man? Should it be when you went away with some random Teenager who also happened to have the keys to the house? Or how about you volunteering at some veterinarian clinic without my permission? Or how about the fact that you have asthma attacks? Didn’t you say you had it in control and that they would never happen anymore? How about the fact that you were brought here by an unknown car and person; cause I checked the cameras and the car that brought you back has a different car plate and the person is also different? There are so many different questions and things to start with so you better start fucking explaining mate.” The irritated voice of Phil bounced off of the echoey house.

The asthma part hurt Tommy more than anything else to be honest. After all, three years ago he still had asthma attacks multiple times throughout the year. He had one of the biggest ones he had experienced in years happen in that year. He had to be brought into the hospital. The fact that Phil likely didn’t know or even forgot was stuck in his head.

It was Sam who panicked and brought him to the hospital. It was Ponk who had been trying to calm him down. It was Dream, Sapnap, and George who had stormed the hospital having left a party they were at when they heard the news. It was Purpled who snuck out of the house to come see him. It was Ranboo who had arrived at the hospital even when it was in the middle of the night. Having heard what was happening from Ponk and who also was the one that managed to convince the staff to let him stay in the room throughout the night and who fell asleep watching a movie on his computer with Tommy.

They were the ones that were with him.

When he would feel sick Sam and Ponk would be the ones that would check on him at intervals throughout the night to make sure he was alive and breathing. It was Dream, Sapnap, and George who would be the ones that could sense when he did not want to be touched nor talk and so they just rested in his room watching tv and talking amongst themselves so that Tommy wasn’t alone. It was Ranboo who could understand when Tommy would say that he didn’t care about anyone but them and not be freaked out about it.

If Tommy was being honest they didn’t deserve an explanation. They were not there when he needed them. They did not calm him down through his episodes of derealization. They were not the ones that helped him when he was sick. They didn’t understand nor respect his personal space. They did not know him. They did not care for him and they sure as hell were not righteous in their way of demanding an explanation when they were not present in his life for the past fucking 10 years and fully out of it for the last 3 years.

‘Fuck them’

“So are you going to start? Are you going to answer anything or am I just fucking expected to not have an explanation of what my son is doing? Am I going to have to fucking stand here and not know the fuck is going on in my house mate?” The anger was slowly but steadily rising in the blond-haired adult.

Tommy sighed once again and then decided to tell them the truth. Fuck all of this bullshit to be honest. It was better to just tell them what is going on than to fucking have Phil or any of them call the police or anything on his family.

Taking a deep breath Tommy started his story. “It all started when I found a dog injured in the middle of the streets. I hurried it to the veterinary clinic that Ponk runs. That is also when I met him. They go by any pronouns and they are the masked white-haired person who drove me in the afternoon. Anyways, I came into the clinic scared for the dog when Ponk came in and proceeded to both calm me down and also get the dog help. They proceeded to show me how she helped the dog heal and when he saw my interest in the animals they offered me an internship at the clinic.”

“How wasn’t I told of the internship?” Phil asked angrily and confused. “You’re still a minor and were a minor a few years ago you would need the permission of your guardian for any type of internship or job?”

“I did tell you” Tommy spoke exasperated. He suddenly felt very tired. “I told you about it and also got you to sign it. You didn’t care or ask about it later on.” Tommy started fidgeting a bit more. This time his leg was shaking like a slower version of sonic. “A while after meeting Ponk and getting the internship there I met Ponk’s partner; Sam. Sam is the local mechanic and computer engineer that has his own store by the town center”

“Sam is also the one that brought me back right now. Sam saw my interest in mechanics and starting teaching me about it. This was around three or four years ago. Sam and Ponk have some kids in their care.” Tommy laughed internally calling Dream, Sapnap, and George children. They would have a fit if they heard him. “Their kids are called Dream, Sapnap and George. They are the same age and in the same grade as Technoblade and Wilbur. They go to another school though. I hang out with them a lot and they are pretty cool. George has Black hair, brown eyes and is around the same size as you Phil. Sapnap is also around your height and has brown eyes. Dream has blond hair and green eyes and around the same height as Technoblade but a bit taller.” Tommy was interrupted by a certain pink haired bitch.

“You mean Dream Wastaken? As in the homeless green teletubby?” Techno’s monotone voice didn’t match the way that he was physically looking irritated (the miniscule movement of his eyebrows furrowing and the miniscule snarl on his face showed the irritation of the pink haired bitch).

“You’re best friends with the motherfucking greenboy.” Wilbur started laughing at this. He saw how irritated Techno was and so Wilbur was t h r i v i n g. The hilarity of the situation made even Phil laugh slightly. Techno himself seeing both Wilbur and Phil laugh calmed down a bit.

As Tommy watched them act like a family at that small bit he could not feel anything other than slightly relieved at the way that the attention was no longer focused on him. It was years ago that he would grow jealous at the way that the three acted so much like a happy family. It felt nice to see them happy though.

He liked seeing people be happy and even though he resented them all he still cared for them a bit. He knew what both Wilbur and Technoblade both went through when they were teens and he knew what they were dealing with right now. It was nice to see them openly laugh even though he was completely on edge and with his nerves on the fritz.

Tommy watched as they proceeded to calm down and saw how Phil looked much more easier to deal with. Tommy waited it out to see what would happen. So when Phil hinted at tommy to continue his story Tommy was ready.

“Yea, that Dream” Tommy spoke that part softly. “Then there’s Ranboo” At the name Wilbur and Technoblade both stared with confusion as a fond gleam came over Tommy’s eyes. “Ranboo is my best friend and he’s taller than Wilbur and has half black half white hair. I met Ranboo at school.”

"last but not least purpled. He's the teen who was in the house earlier today. We met when I was younger we are extremely close even though his brother doesn't like me."

Tommy didn’t disclose more information as he didn’t feel that they needed more. The information that was already given would be more than enough to answer any questions they have at the moment and any they may need in the future.

Phil looked pleased at the information and that was the moment that Tommy knew that Phil likely just dismissed the situation in his mind. “You may go to your room. You have a curfew of 8pm on school days and 9pm on weekdays. Special circumstances have to be run through me. You are not grounded because you cooperated and came back as told.”

Tommy bowed his head slightly in agreement and then proceeded to run up the stairs to his room. Quickly he closed the door and locked it. He then quickly took out his telephone and proceeded to send a quick text of safety to Sam and then proceeded to flop onto his bed and try to process what the fuck he should do next. ‘fuck’

Notes:

i might update again tomorrow or Saturday. next month things will slow down again because school is ending and it is causing me stress. but hopefully, things work out to where I can update on weekends.

i have a question do you want me to make tommy and purple platonically married or just extremely close friends.

Chapter 6: baking cookies with emotions.

Notes:

sorry this took me forever to get out a lot of shit happened. i had my exam then my charger for my computer broke so I couldn't update. i was going to post on my phone but it wouldn't format correctly. then my cat got sick and we are pretty sure he's dying. i am writing this after I got back from therapy were we decided was s going to have a psychologist through the company.

 

hope you enjoy. :)

The minute that Tommy woke up he was subjected to the sound of Rick and Morty playing on his computer. ‘Fuck’ Were his first few thoughts. He really wanted to watch that slowly but thoroughly, however the way that it had played when he was asleep made the situation harder. His memory was abysmal so that didn’t help. Quickly he stopped playing and back flopped onto the mattress once again.
He had to go to school. Back to the place where he was close to nobody and nobody was close to his friend nor were they his friends. Plus it was boring as fuck and what was being taught were stuff he already knew.

Grumbling quietly Tommy looked at the small numbers on his computer that displayed the time of 6:00am. It sucks that his body doesn’t allow him to sleep for long. He usually goes to sleep at 1-4am so it sucks waking up at that hour but its worse when he goes to sleep at 6am-7am because then he wakes up at 8am - 9am. In general his sleeping schedule is quite fucked.

‘Which is not the real issue of the day but we are talking about it to waste time.’ He thought as he looked around, confused on what to do to waste time.

He was feeling restless and weird. It's the type of weird when you feel uncomfortable with everything as if something is going on. It makes him want to scratch or hit himself but hes done it and it does not work for long. It also fatigues his limbs, so either way it would not be the best outcome to start taking out his mental status on his body.

He didn’t know why exactly he had these recurring feelings but when he was okay with dealing with them because it hadn’t gone too far. The few times where it was out of his control he had to talk to Ranboo to calm down as he felt as if he were slowly suffocating and his brain was telling him to break his ankles. Since Ranboo was in the middle of a car ride back home coming from vacation his help was limited. It ended up with Tommy having to just tie a thin shirt tightly around his ankle and just waiting it out by sleeping.

It thankfully only got to the point of triggering him to have a melt down and use his inhaler until he felt better. Which made him have the discovery that just distracting himself will get rid of the feeling. (it was truly his best option).

He mentally checked to see if he had all the ingredients necessary to make cookies before he sighed and got out of bed. “I guess cookies are the move afterall”

He grabbed his phone, computer and earbuds and went downstairs to the kitchen. He stopped briefly when he saw Technoblade sitting at the dining room table, his computer opened and him typing fast. Next to him was a closed container of brownies. He wondered why there would be brownies in a sealed Tupperware container as he hadn’t made any and it didn’t look store bought.

It was obvious to see that the Pink haired bitch was doing some homework and lost in it. Which explained why he did not notice Tommy. If he did see Tommy he would have already gotten his stuff ready and would have already left the table.

Tommy decided to collectively just ignore the Blade™ and just continue on with his plan on making cookies. Seeing that pinkie was still there Tommy had to be extra careful to not disturb him or else the bitch will no doubt kill Tommy.

Very carefully and quietly Tommy quickly went to the kitchen and brought out a few ingredients. Reading out loud quietly from his head Tommy recited the recipe “powdered sugar, butter, baking flour and three egg yolks”. He also grabbed the measuring spoons from the small container that contained them all. He also proceeded to grab a large-ish bowl to mix it all in and he also gout out the not stick aluminum foil and a large pan.

Sitting the items down in the kitchen countertop Tommy quickly sliced up ½ a cup of butter and put it in a smaller bowl to soften in the microwave. He put it on there for 30 seconds and right before the timer hit zero Tommy brought out the bowl and put it in the mixing bowl. Sitting himself down he went on his computer to put on his airpods and then he put on some Rick and Morty whilst he prepared everything.

Phil was already awake and in his office so Tommy didn’t have to worry about him until after he came home. Wilbur wouldn’t wake up until 7:50 am and then proceed to get ready quickly and arrive barely on time to school. Technoblade had school at 9:30 am because of being able to skip certain courses and so he would likely be in study mode until 8am as he would likely be disturbed by Wilbur’s mess.

This all left Tommy with around an hour and a half to bake and also get ready which was good enough for him. He only needed 5 minutes to get ready and the baking of the cookies would only take 10 minutes and thirty seconds whilst the preparations would take around an hour or so because of the dough.

Breaking out of his time management stupor, Tommy grabbed the Powdered Sugar and inputted in half a cup of that and also 8 tablespoons of that. He grabbed the flour and added in a cup and a ⅓ of a cup of that. He finally added in the three egg yolks and disposed of the egg whites in the small bowl the butter was previously on.

The sounds of Rick and Morty on their adventures were the soundtrack to his mixing. He had to be careful because of the powdered sugar being easy to get everywhere. (this is all evidenced by the way that the counter is full of powdered sugar and it already looks as if someone was snorting cocaine on there and his clothes being covered slightly by the powder).

He was happy that he only slightly covered the countertop again because of the powder when mixing.

He then proceeded to grab the dough that looked like crumbs and start mushing it together. The consistency reminded him of playdough and he mused on how it was like edible playdough (even though egg and flour are both dangerous to eat when uncooked).

He was able to make sure to shape the dough into around 15 cookies all of a relatively large size and put it on the pan. He proceeded to get up and preheat the oven to 355 fahrenheit. While he waited he continued watching the show with rapid attention.

It was funny how he knew the tiktok sounds a lot so watching specific scenes and seeing where those sounds come from is interesting. Like as he watched Morty fight with Rick about the vat of acid. “What, having a Grandson?” “A vat of fake acid, are you dying of dementia?” and not hearing the “damn son, these bitches want some” is weird. He knew it was also because he kinda binge watched the most popular videos that included that song on the tiktok page thingy.

He snorted out loud to himself because of remembering the videos. He liked the one where Rick made a clone of himself to be in highschool with Summer and Morty. The part where he did the dance was funny and he remembered a bit of the videos as he recently saw a few of them pop up on his for you page.

As Tommy continued his small mental ramble the oven dinged in the small beep it makes. He was glad that the beep is not that loud as it is only loud enough for him to hear it from the kitchen countertop. This meant that Technoblade was still typing in the silence that encased the house.

He quickly went and grabbed everything used and threw it to the sink and then proceeded to wipe the countertop first with a paper towel and then proceeded to wipe it down with a clorox wipe. He then proceeded to put away all the ingredients.

The small pitter patters of the methodically and rhythmically precise typing ecohed slightly in the echoey as fuck house.

Tommy sat up and went to open the oven door and brought the loaded pan with him. He was instantly blown away by the hot air that blew right into his face. He quickly put it in the pan as fast as he could without burning himself. He learnt far too many times that putting things into a heated oven and touching the inside of the oven hurt like a bitch.

He quickly closed the oven door and then went on his phone to turn on the 10 minutes and 30 seconds that is the time it would take the bake the cookies. He checked the clock and saw how it was already 7:20 am. This meant that he had at most 30 minutes to get ready before he had to go to school. He only needed 10 minutes to change and so he went up to get ready.

He did not change into anything that is extremely stylish or unique. Just a simple baby blue hoodie that had several patches. One that had a small fire on it, another with a pair of glasses, a white mask with a smiley face, a lemon, a minecraft creeper and a minecraft eye of ender. Each patch represented a part of his family as they each gifted him with a patch and a pin to make him feel safe.

It was after a large meltdown that they gave him the patches. They didn’t know that it had occurred until later on when he went to the house. He knew them enough to feel safe telling them about his feelings. So when he told them he felt lonely going to school with nobody they got him the patches and some pins. They said that even though they were not there physically they were always there for him and were a call away.

He told them off saying how he was a highschooler and wasn’t a kindergartener on his was to his first day of kindergarten. He still accepts the patches and pins and wears them when he feels off. He doesn’t wear them everyday because he feels comfortable enough to know he's not alone but the sweater is still a comfort item for Tommy. It also helped that the sweater was soft and had some of the blandest fabric he knew as well as it doesn’t have any tags. This makes it easier for him to wear when he feels uncomfortable with some fabrics. (most of his clothes are made of bland fabrics because of this and he will always be grateful for them showing him that there is clothing that will not make him feel uncomfortable.

He wore a pair of grey sweatpants that are larger than his usual size as they were previously owned by Dream but when he grew older he gave them to Tommy. Tommy liked them a lot and wore them often.

Tommy was broken out of his stupor by the sound of his alarm sounding softly. The sound was a tiktok audio of the person who sang the tiktok audio “here comes the boy” but it was the nonbinary version. “There they are I found them, here they come my way, I'm so glad I found you for you just have made my day.” He liked it a lot and it made him feel comfy hearing the voice of the person. It kind of reminded him of Mumza.

Shaking his head Tommy quickly went downstairs with his pastel coloured vans clutched loosely on his right hand.

Tommy opened the oven door and realized dumbly how he needed something to bring out the very hot and steaming pan or else he would end up burnt. Cursing in his head Tommy scurried his way back up to his room and brought out a shirt of his. Using the shirt he was able to bring the pan out and then proceeded to turn off the oven.

He looked around and realized at that moment that there was a perfectly usable towel that was on the dining room table and just sighed as he flicked his head. “What a lovely start to this lovely as fuck day am I right or am I fucking right?” he asked himself in a muffled voice.

Sitting down on the kitchen countertop Tommy quietly put on his shoes and waited patiently for the cookies to cool down enough for him to touch them without getting burnt. Mentally he went over the list of people that he wanted to give these cookies to.

He didn’t feel like going all the way to Sam’s house at the moment and since the dream team goes to school at around 10 am and they all wake up at 9 am they are out of the list. He didn’t feel like walking all the way to Ranboo’s house at the moment and Boo started his school at a later hour and so he woke up at around the same time as the Dream Team.

This left him with the only option to give them to someone that goes to his school. He wasn’t close to anyone. He was stumped for a while until he remembered. “Foolish”

He knew little of Foolish other than the fact that he was Mrs. Puffy’s son was best friends with Eret, and has two dogs named Sand and Shark. He had recently helped Foolish with his dog around two days ago. From what he saw and remembered, Foolish seems like a great and cool person.
Sam and the other always tell him to make new friends so why the fuck not. “Now how the fuck do I grab a hold of that bitch’s schedule.” He wanted to get rid of them quickly so the best solution would be that he would give them over in the morning.

If it was in the afternoon or afterschool the cookies wouldn’t be up to their full cookie potential. They need to be tasted at full cookie potential and then suffer being held in a backpack for over 3 hours or 7 hours in the semi humid climate that surrounds them; they would not be in peak condition.

He knew for certain that Foolish shares most of his classes with Eret. Tommy had gathered that when Foolish was ranting in an attempt to ground himself from the panic of seeing his dog like that. Having that knowledge Tommy knew he could likely ask Niki for Eret’s schedule and then badaboom it was solved.

Tommy knew Niki’s schedule because of the sheer amount of times he has seen her in the house and the sheer number of conversations he has overheard them talking about. (it was also how he knew that Fundy had a crush on Dream and how Wilbur has a crush on Sally). He could head to the school and ask Niki for Eret’s schedule and then deliver Foolish cookies.

A full proof plan if he said so himself. It would be an in and out operation and would end in the successful consumption of cookies by a third party. He liked baking but he didn’t have much of a sweet tooth which is why he would rather just have it so that somebody else could enjoy the cookies and not him.

A quick glance at the clock on his phone showed that it was indeed 7:35 am. Leaving plenty of time for him to walk to school and everything. He went and touched the cookies to prove that they were indeed cooled down enough to transfer into a container of Tupperware. Sealing the container and going upstairs once again to leave his shirt back into his room and get his bookbag, Tommy was moving.

With a quick look back at the timer and seeing it turn 7:38 am, Tommy waved bye bye to nobody as he left the house. The only thing that showed that he was there was the pan that was left with some white powder marks, a few Clorox and paper towels in the trashcan and the smell of cookies in the air.

Chapter 7

Notes:

Yall my cat died :( im making this to distract myself. but at least my other cats are being cuddly to make up for it. Plus my insomnia is getting to me.

 

But next up after this is some LORE!

(game theory go watch it if you don't understand this joke(on youtube))

Tommy speedran the walk to school. He lived relatively near the school and was able to get to the school in around 10 minutes max when he walked normally. So naturally when he speedran it he was able to cut the time from 10 minutes to 5 minutes purely on sheer will to deliver cookies. Any celestial being out there knows that he can barely run slightly above average (mostly because of his stature and long legs) for intervals of a few minutes.

Slightly panting and completely exhausted even though it was only for a few minutes the boost, Tommy arrived at school. Students were weaving in and out of the large school building, almost all of them wearing some type of bookbag and most of them either in groups or simply on their phones.

Sighing under his breath Tommy started looking around for Niki. He knew she had science with Ser Mathias. Xe was one of the nicest teachers in the whole school if he was being honest. The way that Xer has set up Xer classroom was in all honestly one of the best setups. Like the amount of cleanliness that was, the room felt like a fuzzy blanket for Tommy’s brain. It made his serotonin go brr brr and made him feel good.

Tommy walked up to the open outside door of room 302 and there inside indeed contained the pastel pink-haired colored girl whom was known as Niki Underscore. He cursed a bit internally having not thought of the exact words he would use to ask Niki. He also forgot about his anxiety. This was definitely going to be harder than he thought if he was being honest.

Sucking up his fears and suppressing them into a small bubble, Tommy walked into the classroom.

The fuzzy serotonin brr brr feeling made him feel significantly better about this whole situation. He quickly walked up to Niki only slightly fidgeting.

“Hi Tommy what are you doing in this classroom?” Niki asked in her pretty voice looking up at him with a smile. Tommy liked her voice a lot because of the prettiness.

“Hey um, Niki I was wondering if you would happen to know what Eret’s schedule is?” Tommy asked, his voice quivering slightly at the end.

“Um if I may ask why do you want to know, Tommy?” Her body language made it clear she meant no harm and was indeed just curious.

“I want to give Foolish some cookies and I don't know his schedule. I do know that Eret and Foolish share the same schedule though so that's why.” He stated smiling and recreating the ‘:D’ face.

“Oh well, Eret is currently in the science class over the campus. You know class 12?” Niki explained smiling softly. She knew Tommy was a sweet being; she had after all been Wilbur’s friend for years now. She also knew how rare it was for Tommy to be openly affectionate and she was happy that Tommy was doing that for Foolish. Maybe it was because how he doesn’t show his soft side often that she forgot exactly how sweet he is. He was the one that gave her brownies when she felt down and was also the one that defended her from the teenagers being mean to her even if it ended up with him bleeding on the ground. How foolish of her to forget that the child is an amazing being and that the child is also a human.

“Thanks so much, Niki!! Here have a cookie.” Tommy quickly went into his backpack and grabbed the container pulling out a single cookie. “It's a sugar cookie but it's not sugar like the soft ones with frosting. These are like the sugar cookies one decorates for Christmas.” He knew she likely knew which type of cookie it was but because of how anxious he was he rambled.

“Thanks, Tommy, I wish you luck in your journey.” Her pretty voice spoke. If Tommy was being honest her voice gave him a lot of serotonin.

His mind is weird with the way it processes stuff. One of the things it's particular about is voices. Voices are something his brain has trouble processing and recognizing. This means he has trouble differentiating voices from one another when multiple people are speaking and it also messes with his head. He is also particular in the voices he likes. Without being mean, Tommy truthfully only likes a few people’s voices. On the top of his list are his family and Niki’s. Their voices are pretty and soothing to his brain. They bring him lots of serotonin and make him feel calmer.

Only just nodding goodbye, Tommy was halfway through the door when suddenly Niki called out his name. “Tommy?”

Quickly turning his head and body to face Niki, Tommy responded with “yea?”

“The person that came into your house yesterday is someone you know and that you trust right?” Her expression was serious as she stared at him. She had finally remembered what happened yesterday and wanted to know if he was alright.

“Yea, he is somebody that I trust very highly.” Tommy was not irritated by the question or anything. He also was not confused. He knew that Niki only meant well and so he answered her question truthfully.

“Did he help you feel better yesterday?” Her voice was steady as she continued with her questions. She just wanted to know that he was okay.

“Yea, he made me feel better and helped me calm down” His body language was truthful and soft at the memory.

“You know that if anything happens that you can contact me right? I know that your relationship with your family isn’t good but I'm here for you. It doesn’t matter that I'm your brother’s best friend because I also care for you Tommy. You’re like an annoying little brother to me okay.” Her voice was gentle and soft as she stared at him. Her eyes were fond and genuine.

He simply smiled back. It felt good to have someone tell him that and to be honest, he didn’t feel like lying to her by saying that he honestly did not feel like he could contact her or depend on her without feeling like a burden. He also knew that if worse came to worse she would likely choose Wilbur over him. After all, when was he ever the first choice? He wasn’t Phil’s, Technoblade, Wilbur’s, or Tubbo’s, and he likely wouldn't be Niki’s either.

He simply went to go give her a small hug. It was more for her comfort than his if he was being honest. He knew she needed a hug from him and “reassurance” that he could come to her if anything.

“Thanks, Niki,” He said as he let go of her and left the classroom.

As he left Tommy kept rubbing his arms. The physical contact left him feeling like his body was burning. It itched and he wanted to get rid of it. He continued walking across the campus feeling like scratching his arms red. He just needed to give Foolish the cookies and then he was free the leave the school. (He was definitely leaving because the feeling was not going away and if he had to touch somebody else in the next for some time he felt like the consequences are far too many to risk.)

He went mildly sprinting all over the campus, carefully avoiding contact with the other humans using his mildly flexible long limbs as a support he made it to the other side of the campus in success. ‘Pog! A win for the Tomathy community’ He thought excitedly. He quickly looked around and found the classroom that he needed to find.

He quietly entered the open room a bit and found the form of the golden retriever humanoid form that goes by the name of Foolish. That bitch may be weird but Tommy liked his energy, it was easy to see everything Foolish does is genuine so he likes Foolish. Eret sat next to him, they were in the middle of explaining something as it seemed.

Tommy wanted to leave so he quickly went into the classroom and dumped the thing of cookies on the desk that Foolish was situated in. “Here's cookies 'cause I think that you are cool bossman and I wanted to make cookies so here we are. Here are some Sugar cookies for you bossman and have a great day, bitch” He then proceeded to zoom his way into the outside and all the way to the parking lot that was relatively nearby.

By the time that Foolish and Eret had finally regained the ability to process what had just happened Foolish rapidly jumped out of his desk and ran to where he had seen Tommy leave. Foolish had a feeling that yelling the kid's name when he had just ran out of the classroom was a good idea so instead he focused all of his energy on trying to track down the blond.

When Foolish spotted the blond in the middle of the parking lot seemingly trying to ditch school, Foolish ran. “Hey Tommy, thanks for the cookies they seem lovely!! Also, what did you think about the brownies and are you going to come for dinner at Puffy’s sometime soon? You can come today after school if you want!!” The smiling raven-haired fella was bright like the actual sun from Tommy’s perspective.

Tommy smiled softly at the elder. Even though Tommy desperately felt the need to go to his home and cuddle his pillow and weighted blanket or make ranboo cuddle with him to get the bad feeling away from his skin, Tommy tried his best to match the elders' energy. “Um, what brownies and perhaps today after school? I don’t know cause right now I don’t necessarily feel the best at the moment but maybe later today will be cool!!” He smiled as brightly and genuinely as he could whilst still rubbing at his arms.

Foolish’s smile dimmed a bit at the response. “What do you mean what brownies? I gave them to Eret to give to Wilbur to give to you as payment for helping me with Shark. Also please don’t feel pressured to come to dinner if you feel off Tommy. It's only if you feel comfortable, if you don’t then you can decline and all will still be fine :D!!”

Notes:

want to know a funny story yall.

one of my cats had to come out for his wet food but my brother was vacuuming. So I had to drag him out of my closet and through the living room where my brother was vacuuming and he started to claw the shit out of me. but once we got to the kitchen, he started acting like I was the one clinging to him. He was twisting trying to undo his claws for my shirt. He scratched me quite a bit there.

But now I'm listening to my brother make loud af noises in his sleep.

Chapter 8

Notes:

I'm spoiling yall today. :)

Tommy was only 10 when he first started to see the signs.

He was known as a gifted child and so he was in G.A.T.E (Gifted and Talented Education). He remembers that being one of the first times he saw his father truly proud of him.

See Techno and Wilbur were both incredibly talented children but neither of them ever got into something like that. Even though the twins were barely two years older than him, neither of them ever reached that type of program. It was something that young Tommy felt was special.

To get into the program you needed to be tested when you were in the third grade. This was a test the whole school took and it was something only a select few passed. Tommy was always known as an incredibly smart kid.

This is shown by the way that he was able to beat out the entire grade level in his first year of that school even though he was at a disadvantage back then because of certain circumstances that caused Tommy to learn English at a much later date than any of the other children.

So when it was time to test every teacher thought that he would get into the program.

They were wrong.

He ended up failing by a total of two points. To get into the program you needed a 93% or more. So when young Tommy ended up getting an 89% he ended up not entering. He didn't care too much about it back then. He still didn’t get the implications of what it meant to enter the program. He was a bit disappointed in failing but other than that he was fine to live like normal. After all, only five others were in out of the 300 or so that were tested.

However, this sentiment was not shared by his teachers. They raised the facts that Tommy deserved to get in. Citing how he deserved a second chance into the program and that he should be tested again.

So at the young age of 8 years old Tommy Minecraft was tested again to be in the program. It was to no one’s (other than perhaps his brothers and father) surprise that he got in. He ended up scoring higher than the highest score there was.

In all honesty, he guessed it was around that moment when his life went downhill.

He had always been an extremely anxious child. Whenever he had a test he would freak out and once even had (what he assumes as he reminisces years later) either an anxiety attack or a meltdown after failing to find the button to push to answer a question on a test. He was only around 6 years old.

He remembers having been crying and sobbing in the computer lab. His teacher had seen this happen and saw how worked up the child was over such a simple thing that could have been solved by simply scrolling down on the mouse.

He was then excused from his seat to go to the bathroom because he could not breathe, was sobbing, and was panicking. In general, this was just a simple example of how much anxiety he had and how his brain worked.

Even his oldest memory was one of him panicking.

He had been late to his first day of pre-kindergarten because of a few things and this caused him to receive a scolding from his teacher. Adding to the fact that he had forgotten his coat at home. So when it was time to go outside and the teacher told everyone to get their coats on and scolded him for not having remembered his coat, he ended up having what he presumed is a meltdown.

He had started sobbing, crying, and having trouble breathing just because he forgot his coat. This ended up causing his father to be called down to bring him his coat. Even though at the time his father had no car and had to use to bus to get to Tommy.

However, the fuck his parents did not see that there was something wrong with their child was something Tommy never understood.

He honestly did not remember much about his childhood. He only knew the sparknotes that created his life and everything else was left in unknown chunks that his brain kept him from remembering. Even with that, most of his memories stemmed from stories people told of him. He barely remembered a fifth of his childhood other than the general storyline about it.

He did know he had always had issues (other than what already has been said). I mean is it normal for a child to cry whenever anyone simply has malicious intent towards them? He didn’t think that any other child who knew wholeheartedly that he did not do anything wrong cry at how the teacher would say she was disappointed in the class.

He was known for crying easily. He was quite sensitive and yelling caused him to either start crying or (as he started to develop later on) use a defense mechanism to impede him from being affected. (the defense mechanism is known as denying the fuck is going on and just going into a peaceful state of “ignorance is bliss you fuckers”)

It was no surprise that when he was 13 years old in his pediatrician's office that he was diagnosed with depression. Like really the signs were thoroughly there.

For fucks sake, the man wanted to die most days and the other days he lay there thinking about how much better things would be if he was dead. He knew he was suicidal but he didn’t care. He always had trust issues so he never really told anybody.

It didn’t help that it was around this time that he noticed a difference in the way Tub and his relationship were changing.

He just carried on and eventually, he learned peace. He had built up a system that would save him from himself and others.

It was simple and direct. When in reality it was just him accepting that he either had to move on and continue on with life or just lay there wasting away. He always had perfectionism issues. He had to get the best grades or he would simply panic.

He got a panic attack for simply getting a b. It was obvious that he felt the need to get completely perfect grades.

So he learned to tune everything out. To simply wish for a future that was not this and just become calm. He learned to reach an eternal peace of mind that caused him to pass life without a disturbance. This was false as it always ended with him tired and empty every day and every three days he had his usual mental breakdown where he became almost suicidal and contemplated his death.

After all, there was a reason why he couldn’t see himself five years in the future. If he was being honest, he couldn’t even see himself alive tomorrow.

If he was being honest, the only reason why he is not dead right now is because he is too much of a coward to go through with it.

Chapter 9: :p

Summary:

Sharkman and tom cat hang out + how Tommy and Ranboo met

“What do you mean you don’t know what brownies?” Foolish’s voice was surprised. Even though his words and exclamations shown loud emotion it wasn’t anger or anything like that. It was simply wonderment.

“I gave them to Eret to give to Wilbur. I know eret gave them to Wilbur so why hasn’t Wilbur given them to you?” His tone was curious as he tilted his head slightly downwards in curiousity. He was honestly dumbfounded as to why tommy had not received the brownies or the invitation.

Tommy was having a whole ‘nother crisis of his own. Why hadn’t Wilbur given him the brownies? It made no sense. Then suddenly it came to him. That’s why there were brownies in the dining room table; they must have been the ones foolish wanted to give tommy.

Even then that still didn’t really explain why Wilbur would have not given them to tommy. Wilbur didn’t hold any resentment to tommy from what he remembered. Plus they didn’t interact and in the few occasions they did it was mostly single worded responses and five minute conversations. That’s when it suddenly occurred to tommy.

“That’s why he approached me”

“What do you mean?” Asked foolish. His tone was curious as he asked. Truthfully he was much interested in what was going on and everything. Really he didn’t think Wilbur would have hidden anything from tommy. He knew they didn’t have a good relationship (everyone with eyes knew that) however, he didn’t think it would be that bad to the point where Wilbur kinda sabotaged tommy.

“Did you give Wilbur the brownies yesterday?” Tommy asked. His tone was kinda grave as he suddenly reveled in his hypothesis.

Foolish nodded his head silently. He was staring confused at the other boy. Truthfully, foolish wanted to make sure everything was okay but looking at the way that tommy seemed to have folded on top of himself at whatever revelation occurred, it seemed something wrong happened. He wanted to help the other boy but he could tell that touch would not be ideal.

Foolish might have been known for being dumb or innocent but he was anything but. He was just childish. He liked being childish because it made others feel better, plus it made it easier to fall under the raydar. He was a smart person he just wasn’t the smartest.

He was smarter in reading human behaviors then being able to repeat what is learnt in school. That was the reason as to why he was judged for being Dumb most of the time.

Puffy didn’t mind his grades as long as he kept them in passing. He worked hard to be where he is right now and his close people know how he truly is. He likes having that secrecy. It felt nice to be able to hide under a mask and have others believe him. (He knows it’s trust issues however, he decides to ignore it).

He also knows what is going on with tommy right now because of what eret has told of the boy and what he has observed of the boy (and his previous knowledge of human behavior). It’s best not to touch him or do anything like that which means he needs to make the boy focus on him.

“Hey listen to my voice alright?” His tone was calm and steady as he laid down on the floor and tapped a steady rhythm onto his thigh. He made sure his voice was medium in volume as to not scare the boy and made sure his tapping was loud so the boy can focus on the rhythm. He knew steady noises would help in making the boy calm down.

“Do you think you could follow the rhythm of my breathing?” Foolish talked to tommy in a calming tone. At Tommy’s small disagreement noise he sighed internally. “Okay do you think you can follow the rhythm of my tapping” tommy responded in a small noise of agreement.

“Okay, do you want me to talk to you about my day to make you feel better?” Tommy made another agreement noise. “Okay, so today I woke up and immediately checked my phone. It turns out I didn’t charge it. I was so shocked that I started laughing but it didn’t last for long because my phone was at 5%. So I quickly put it to charge and then started getting ready for my day. Well not really my day, more like getting ready my spirit.” The tapping stayed steady and even as slowly but surely Tommy’s breathing started evening out.

“I immediately got out of bed to use the bathroom when my dog popped out of nowhere. Well not nowhere more like he was waiting for me when I opened the door. So I ended up on the floor. My dog is large. Well I mean he’s a German Shepard so it makes sense. But still he knocked me down and I stayed there for a few seconds just being jumped on by sand. Shark was still sleeping in the bed by the stairwell.” Tommy started to feel calmer.

He could smell the cologne that foolish was wearing that distinctly smelled of gasoline. He could hear the sounds of the band students practicing (why did they practice so early?) He could feel how the pavement on the floor felt weird on his hands. He could taste how his mouth was empty. Most importantly, he could sense how he was hungry.

Foolish seeing how tommy was feeling better stopped talking. They both sat in silence for a while until finally it was broken. “So… I’m hungry”

“Hi hungry I’m dad!” Foolish proudly responded. He did not even attempt to hide his smile or laughter. He moved out of Tommy’s tackle whilst laughing.

“I hate you I hate you fucking kill yourself. Just you know, die” Tommy responded in false anger. Foolish just laughed at the face of the small gremlin.

“So how about this, if you want to we can walk to the nearest jack in a box and I can buy both of us breakfast. I haven’t eaten and you are hungry, plus then we can head home and I’ll show you to my mother!!” Foolish proposed looking gleeful.

Tommy was tired, a little bit scared but he decided ‘why not?’ “Okay let’s go” he grumbled quietly. It was obvious he was smiling but neither acknowledged it.

They both got up and left. Foolish knew for a fact that he was going to try his best to make sure that Tommy was able to feel safe around him. The blond had won his heart and there was no way in fucking hell was he going to let others hurt him. He also knew that something was going on in the Minecraft family/household.

He was going to make sure the twins paid for doing whatever they did that caused Tommy to panic this bad. There was going to be hell to pay. They could go fuck off because Tommy is now under his protection. He is going to talk to quackity in the future about having Tommy under Las Nevadas protection.

He knows how Fundy his fellow friend is best friends with Wilbur but if what he suspects is true; then he could not give a fuck what type of effect this has on the soot fucker. All he knows is that there is more to this story than what he knows and he will make sure to help Tommy in whatever he needs help with.

 

---------daily dose of angst-----------

 

Tommy looked around. He was crying as he stared at clementine’s cage. ‘It hurts. To breathe and to function.’ He thought quietly. Everything outside was going like normal.

Phil was cooking some steaks while techno and Wilbur played around in the backyard. They had a small barbeque and surrounding them were Wilbur and techno’s friends. Fundy was talking animately about how sucky school is while Eret and Niki were both butting heads about how to correctly cook macaroons. Sally was sitting in a chair watching it go on and Ranboo was cheering Techno on.

They looked like a family. One he would never be a part of. He knew that this was now and that later in things may change. It was weird to think that things will always stay the same because of people and setting change involuntary at times. However, he didn’t see a future if he was being honest.

He saw all that was going around and he saw as people talked animatedly about their futures. How Wilbur wanted to be a musician that played in huge concerts and booked humongous events. How Techno wanted to be an author and teacher. He wanted to teach greek mythology and make books surrounding it (they were his lifelong hyper fixation). How Fundy wanted to be a doctor and Niki wanted to be a pastry chef. Fundy wanted to specifically be a pediatrician and Niki wanted to own a small local bakery. Ranboo never knew what he would be.

Tommy remembered that conversation vividly. He was sitting around playing Minecraft on the dining room table when Techno looked over at Ranboo to tell him what he wanted to be. Ranboo had said that he didn’t know, how he had so many interests but couldn’t decide which one to follow. The conversation ended when Ranboo fidgeted awkwardly because of the topic and Tommy decided enough was enough so he walked over and smashed himself into a wall.

They instantly all went from pressuring Ranboo to criticizing and laughing at his stupidity. Saying he was dumb for not seeing the wall and made the conversation about him and not about Ranboo. He knew Ranboo was the only one that caught on to his act because he found a small note underneath his door when they had all left which said thank you.

He would always hear people having talks about what they wanted to be in the future. He knew what he wanted to do but he didn’t see a future for himself. He couldn’t see himself five minutes in the future never the less 5 years into the future. It was a conversation he once had with his pediatrician.

She asked him what he saw himself five years into the future when they did his 13-year-old physical evaluation and he was diagnosed with depression. He truthfully answered her “I can’t see myself into the future.” He knew by the look of pity that it was not the correct answer to give and so he just made something up. He didn’t want to raise unnecessary alarm.

It was when he came home and searched it up for himself that lead to having a whole mental breakdown as he realized this meant he had no hope for himself. Having led a life that made him feel as though he would never have a future. It was something incredibly sad to realize as it just meant that he was more fucked than he had thought in the beginning.

He never told anyone else of this because he felt it would raise alarm and attention towards himself. He knew Wilbur would criticize him and say that he was only doing it for attention and to copy Wilbur.

Wilbur had been diagnosed with depression when he was younger and took anti-depressants every day. They were something that helped him live. He was suicidal for a bit and Tommy had been the one to save him the day that Wilbur tried to commit.

Tommy had come home and saw the bloody footsteps that trailed from Wilbur’s room to the bathroom and he had run fast. They had all known Wilbur self-harmed because Tommy was also the one to find him doing it and reported it to Phil. He was getting better according to the therapist that he was seeing however, it seemed that was a lie.

Tommy had found Wilbur with bloody arms floating in the bathtub with the water being a murky blood-red color and his lips slowly turning blue from no oxygen. Tommy had to quickly pull out his phone and call the ambulance as he tore his shirt to make some makeshift bandages to stop the bleeding. Throughout it all, he had to compartmentalize with himself to make sure he didn’t panic and think irrationally.

It had felt like a dream when they rolled Wilbur out of the house in a gurney and into the ambulance. He had gone with them and had later met with Phil and Techno at the hospital. He remembered that day vividly because it was the day his 10-year-old brain realized how fucked it was. He had to save his 12-year-old brother from committing suicide and had to watch him suffer.

Tommy was blamed by Techno and Phil for not being there earlier and stopping him, he was blamed by Wilbur for saving him. He didn’t care, he thought even though he knew that he would forever blame himself.

Wilbur got into recovery and all was well because now he can feel happy and be with his friends. It wasn’t like for the next 3 years Tommy would have panic attacks if he ever saw blood in the bathroom (or even just a wound in general; especially in the arm). or how he could never take a bath again, and it also was not like he would always wake up in the middle of the night and make sure Wilbur was breathing because he was scared he might lose him. It wasn’t like his 10-year-old mind was forever traumatized by that event. At least that wasn’t how the others saw it because they only get mad at Tommy for being an idiot and freaking out over a nosebleed or wound, that he was an idiot for never taking a bath again or freaking out every time he was in a bathroom after the event, Wilbur and Techno would get mad at him for checking upon them in the middle of the night and kick him out of their room saying it was creepy and that he was an idiot.

They never took him to therapy nor did they think of the effect it would have on him. It was just another thing they hated about him.

He also couldn’t say that he felt as if he had ADHD or anxiety because no that was only something Techno had. Techno had been diagnosed with ADHD since he was younger and had always had a severe anxiety disorder as well as anti-social disorder.

Techno had his lifelong hyper fixation with greek mythology, he had sensory overloads quite frequently and needed his fidget toys to help him throughout the school day. He took Adderall every day and would go on rants for a long time about his hyper fixations and stuff randomly. He would also have a very hard time understanding when someone was talking and in general, he was suffering because of his condition because it made it harder for him to focus and work.

When Tommy once spoke of feeling like he also had it Techno and Phil proceeded to scold him and belittle him. They said how he just wanted to copy Techno and that it was not cool to fake stuff just because he wanted attention. They kept saying stuff like that so Tommy learned to stay quiet.

He learned that it was better to quietly suffer than to have to constantly be subjected to invalidation by being himself. Quite a fucked up lesson the kid at 7 years old had to learn.

He went back to the present when a knock was heard on his door. He didn’t realize that he was starting to pull on his hair or that he was rocking back in forth until he stopped to answer the door. He felt tired. Bone tired.

When he opened the door he was met with an anxious Ranboo. Tommy softly hummed in question as his head tilted in confusion. Ranboo just stared at his feet. “Hi, Tommy um. I wanted to see if you wanted to play?” Ranboo’s tone was riddled with fear of rejection. It was obvious it took a lot for the poor child to even ask him the question but he looked sincere in his offer. He did want to play with Tommy.

“Sure” Tommy responded. He opened the door and let in the other 14-year-old. His room was not as messy as it usually was because he had straightened it up before they came. (it was in hope that perhaps they wanted to play with him; it was something he always did).

“Wh-what do you want to um play?” Ranboo asked as he entered Tommy’s room. He had always wanted to play and talk to the blond child but he never had to chance to. He always saw Tommy watching them and how he would help them whenever any of them felt uncomfortable by diverting the attention onto him.

He felt in debt to Tommy but that was not the reason as to why he wants to be friends with him. The reason why Ranboo wants to befriend Tommy was that he saw how kind Tommy was and how he would always play Minecraft for hours at a time. Looking at his bedroom he could see that Tommy liked Minecraft, legos, and liked to make random crafts. There were small paper crane chains hanging from his ceiling and some glow-in-the-dark stars scattered around the room. There was this huge bookshelf that was up to the ceiling filled with the entire Harry Potter series and the entire Percy Jackson, Heroes of Olympus, Magnus Chase, and other full book series.

There were also manga collections like Attack on Titan, Sailor Moon, Inuyasha, Naruto, One piece, and others. Ranboo looked with awe in his eyes at the various trinkets and stuff around the room. There was also a lightsaber and lego star wars things hanging around the room that made him feel even more in awe.

“WOW How do you have so many manga collections and lightsabers?” Ranboo asked as he looked around and started touching them. He had forgotten to ask for permission but Tommy didn’t mind. He found it pretty cool how Ranboo seemed to like the same things he did.

“Phil gives me a weekly allowance that I am allowed to spend on anything. It is quite large enough and so I buy stuff that interests me and that's why.” He spoke awkwardly. He didn’t know exactly what to do in this situation but he wanted to become Ranboo’s friend because he seemed genuinely excited and interested so he wanted to try his best.

This, however, made Ranboo stop touching the mangas, turning to Tommy with confusion in his eyes. “Why did you call your father Phil?” He asked.

This question caused Tommy to panic as he debated what to say when he decided to just say the truth. If he wanted the relationship/friendship to work then he needed to be honest with Ranboo. “I don’t really think of him as my father, he never pays attention to me or cares to be frank. He just gives me money to spend on stuff and not bother him.” Tommy admitted kind of embarrassed.

“Oh” Ranboo spoke awkwardly at the confession. He kind of saw it to be honest and was not really that surprised. It was easy to see that Tommy was excluded from his family so it wasn’t that much of a surprise to see Tommy admit it. It just made him feel even worse because it seems that Phil gives him more attention than he gives Tommy. He looked at Tommy’s face and saw how embarrassed he looked at the confession so he decided to change the topic. “Okay so this is a very important question, I need you to answer this question because it will be the thing that will decide to the outcome of our friendship” He spoke seriously.

Tommy felt incredibly nervous at the future question but he wanted this friendship so he knew he needed to answer this correctly. “What is the question?” He asked very anxiously.

“Did Anakin deserve his fate?”

“Of course he fucking didn’t”

They both looked at each other and laughed with joy. It seemed like this friendship would be one for the history books.

Notes:

I have a question. should I make a chapter on how Tommy and Purpled met?

Chapter 10: :>

Summary:

Foolish and our favorite blond protagonist hang out

They both walked to their local Jack in a box. Which to be fair is only like 5 minutes away from their school by car but the only one that could drive had convientinetly forgotten his keys along with his bag back in the classroom. Luckily Foolish had brought his phone along with him so he was able to text Eret that he would not be returning to school until later on so Eret should hold onto his stuff.

They both walked around ten minutes to get food and by the time they were there Tommy was out of breath looking as if he had seen better days whilst Foolish looked as if he had just drank 15 energy drinks mixed with adderall. ‘These fucking bitches and their atheltic bodies’ Tommy thought angry at the injustice.

“How are you even in njortc?” Foolish asked. His tone was humorous as he spoke in amusement laughing at the out of breathe boy.

“Look here bitch boy, I can walk but not run. Im in it because I tried to match schedules with someone but it ended up with me alone in that class. The gear is amazing and I was too lazy to change my schedule.” Tommy spoke when he finally regained enough breathe to speak.

To be truthful it was because he wanted to be in the same class as Ranboo but then Ranboo left. This meant that when Ranboo left school Tommy was stuck in a class he didn’t want. If he was being truthful on the first day there he had a small anxiety attack because of the professor’s voice and because of the stress in general.

He wanted to switch classes but since he had entered in the mid-beginning of the school year then he wasn’t allowed to switch classes and he didn’t even know to schedule an appointment with his councilor. He just chose to stay in the class and deal with it. It was quite easier than trying to switch classes plus everything became calmer after the first day.

The people there were friendly and some of the girls talked to him. (he honestly didn’t care for relationships and is aro/ace). They were quite nice and friendly towards him that they allowed him to sit near them. He tried talking to them a bit but his apd (audio processing disorder) was acting up and he ended up giving up.

He was screwed in the athletics department and when they had to walk three lap around the parking lot he almost had an asthma attack. Hell, he forgot to put his inhaler in his bag so when they were finished he had an ache in his ribs. It was sharp and he felt faint to be honest. It was fine though because afterwards he was able to acclimate a bit to the training.
He remained hyper as all living hell though the rest of his classes so the training provided a small relief of stimulation for him. He felt calmer with the teacher afterwards because being truthful it was the yelling that scared him over anything else. His anxiety acted up and-
“Have you ever wondered why god didn’t get renter’s insurance?” Foolish asked as he looked around the street. He was waiting for the perfect moment to walk the street when the thought occurred to him.
“Say what now?” Was all Tommy could say as he suddenly started laughing.
“Its a valid question okay?” Foolish spoke between laughs. It was something that he decided he wanted to know figure out.

Tommy just stared at the floor for a bit before answering “I mean it depends. If he was the owner and maker of the earth than he would not be able to apply for renter’s insurance if he doesn’t find a valid legal team. However, If the earth was something that was being rented towards him then that means that he has a higher chance of applying for renter’s insurance because of that fact that he could strike up a deal with the real owner and stuff.” Tommy explained as they both walked the street.

Foolish stood there in shock after processing the words that Tommy said. “Why do you look so shocked man?” Tommy asked in confusion. I mean his answer was kind of detailed because that would only be the truth to be honest. At least that is how he think it is to get renter’s insurance. It depends on various factors. “I mean according to what I know about the legal system and stuff that would be the answer.”

Foolish shook his head like a golden retriever and just laughed slightly. His smile was genuine and his laugh was soft. His eyes stared at fondness towards Tommy. “Its not that, just… A lot of people don’t really even respond to my questions. They usually just laugh at me and then ignore it or something like that.” Foolish says.

Tommy just stared at Foolish in confusion “Well fuck them then, youre cool as hell and that question is something that is interesting to think about. If i ever see them its on fucking sight.” Tommy said as he raised his voice slightly in anger towards the mean people and raised his arms as if he was about to fight.

Foolish just laughed at the younger and ruffled his hair. ‘Yup I’m going to kill his family if I find out they are hurting him and I won’t hesitate to eliminate the ones that actually hurt him.’ Foolish shook his head slightly at the thought. He then started to run.

“C’mon Tommy we need to get to Jack in the Box fast before we have to survive throughout a rush.”

“Foolish WHAT THE FUCK??? COME BACK HERE YOU FUCKER OR I WILL KILL YOU YOU FUCKING BITCH I WONT HESITATE TO FUCKING KILL YOU MOTHERFUCKER.” Tommy yelled at the top of his lungs because he did not want to run again but it seems like he had no fucking choice.

 

--------after-------

 

By the end of their third period, Tommy was feeling good enough to return to school so they quickly cha cha cha’s their way to school. It was quite funny because as they ran and walked back to school Foolish gave Tommy a piggyback ride and they kept singing castaways.

Tommy recorded some of it on his phone because he liked spending time with Foolish. It felt nice and he already knew that mentally Foolish had already become one of his precious people. That was something that was rare because usually, it takes a while to trust others, Ranboo being the only semi-exception to this rule.
Strangely, Tommy did not find it in himself to feel scared about it. It felt relieving to have a new friend who was able to make him feel well. It seemed like they both clicked with one another judging by the way that Foolish also seemed so happy to be around Tommy.

They both reached the gates of the high school with a relatively nervous aura. They knew that it was only a small moment of happiness before returning back to the boring school so as they both walked side by side Foolish got an idea. “You have Njrotc in 5th period right?” Tommy nodded. “You also have ceramics for 2nd, AP Geometry for 3rd, Geography with Mrs. H for 6th, and Oh for 7th right?” Foolish asked as his smile grew.

Tommy looked at the other with a confused look. “How did you know my schedule?” He asked. It was kind of strange the way that Foolish knew his schedule when he hadn’t told foolish about it other than the fact that Foolish knew he was in Njrotc.

“Oh, I was there the day that you got your schedule and it just stuck in my mind, plus I have some friends in those classes,” Foolish said smiling sheepishly. He knew how creepy that sounded once he said it out loud. Imagine becoming friends with someone who was older than you by a year, be able to calm you down, be very touchy smiley with you, and then also knowing your full schedule especially when you have trust issues (Something that Foolish was able to infer by Tommy’s way of speech and the way that he observed the kid).

“That makes a lot of sense, So why do you ask man?” Tommy said as he just looked at the other with a tad bit of confusion since the conundrum was solved.

“Well I can switch my 4th-period ceramics for 2nd, I can also change my 5th period AP geometry for 3rd, The Sargent also wanted to switch my aid for 5th-period Njrotc, I have student aid for 6th so I can switch to your class and I have study hall for 7th so I can vibe with you in Oh’s class because he doesn’t mind me coming over,” Foolish said.

Tommy stared at the other in shock at the way that he was quickly suggesting to change his schedule to match with Tommy. Tommy started crying a bit as he stared at the other with a wide smile. “I mean yea if you want you can do it and we can be in more classes together. Thank you so much Foosh.” Tommy quickly grabbed foolish in a hug.

Strangely as he learned, Foolish’s touch was nice and so he felt comfortable in hugging the other. ‘Mayne I turned soft didn’t I?’ Tommy questioned himself, jokingly disappointed.

“Yea I can go to the office in 6th period at the minimum and then ask for a schedule change. Do you want me to go with you to your classes?” Foolish didn’t mind skipping the rest of his classes. He has just gotten a soft spot for the child and so now Foolish would die for him.
“It’s fine Foosh, wait, give me your phone number so we can text or call one another?” Tommy asked with a bright smile. He felt extremely happy because this meant he had a new friend for school and to hang out with. He could already feel that his family would not hesitate to invite and welcome Foolish into their gang.

Foolish simply smiled as Tommy gave Foolish his phone and he quickly took a selfie of him and Tommy to save as his contact photo. He named himself “Foosh Foosh the shark man :D”. He then got his own phone out and gave his phone to Tommy.

Tommy imputed his contact by a picture of himself and Foolish and put his name as “Toms :D”. They both looked at one another smiling as they went inside the school and up the stairs.

As they stood by the geometry door Tommy gave Foolish a final smile and went into the Geometry room. Foolish just smiled as he watched the other leave and pulled out his phone when he saw Tommy finally inside.

The halls were quiet because of all the students inside of their respective classrooms. So nobody heard nor saw when Foolish’s smile slowly turned into a frown and how he quickly dialed one of this other friends.

“Hi, Foolish how are you-”

“Quackity, find me all the information you have on Tommy’s relationship with the Watson Family.” He spoke in a monotone voice. His posture was straight and his body language was serious.

“Foolish you understand that knowing Tommy’s background means that you went behind his back without asking him,” Quackity responded in a calm tone.

“Look I need to know to be able to help them.” Foolish repeated.

“I know, trust me I know. However, we both know that if you want to have a good and secret-free relationship with Tommy it means that you can’t go behind his back and betray what trust he has for you now. You need to take it slow and allow him to give you the information himself.” Quackity slowly reasoned with his friend.

Foolish sighed. “I know but, It just hurts to not be able to do anything.”

“It’s barely your second interaction with the child and you’re already so attached huh? Softie.” Quackity teased the other lightly to try to calm the other. “I’ll look into him and if anything happens that endangers him or anything I will tell you or I will handle it myself and make the problem cease to exist. Anyone who gets attached to my family becomes my family.” Quackity said as he ruffled his hair.

“I see you're living up to your role mafia boss.” Foolish teased lightly.

“Hey watch how you treat your boss you oversized tuna.” Quacktiy teased back. “Now get to class you fuck. Remember you need to go to school to become a marine biologist you fucker.”

“Alright alright boss, just make sure he is alright.” Foolish lightly pleaded. His tone was light but it was easy for Quackity to tell that Foolish really cared for the child.

“Alright calm down man, now get to class because I already have Fundy telling me that he doesn’t see you in class right now and needs your help because his dumbass forgot to do homework. I already notified Purpled to keep an eye out for Tommy. I also have Charlie use his minions to keep track of Tommy. If anything happens you will be notified now go to class you fuck.” Quackity explained with a semi-serious tone. He didn’t want to see his brother to be worried or panic so he did his best to calm the other down.

“Okay boss have a good day” Foolish smiled at the calming and caring words of his boss.

“Bye bye you oversized tuna,” Quackity whispered back.

Notes:

like i said in the last chapter should i make a chapter on how Purpled and Tommy met?

Chapter 11: disaster strikes

Summary:

:)

Notes:

Guess who went to their dentist yesterday had a bad reaction to the anesthesia and felt some of the work he did on my tooth for the first 10 minutes and had to wait 3 hours for their swollen lip and inner cheek to go down. The same someone who still has a swollen cheek. Me that's who. h e l p.

Tommy's pov

 

Tommy stares at the floor. His breath was getting slower and slower. He didn’t feel like he was in his own body as he stood there in the room.

Everyone was talking and laughing around. Even though Tommy had been having a good day something felt off. Majorly off. A strong feeling of panic and unease felt around him. He. “Tommy?”

Who is he? Where is he? The calm that… “Tommy”

His heartbeat sped up. He couldn’t swallow. His eyes and body felt heavy. He couldn’t move his eyes because the feeling felt bad. Everything felt bad “Tommy”

Why was the floor spinning? “TOmmY”

Why was he beginning to stop-

No thinking
No processing

No

No

NO “TOMMY”

All that was heard was the sound of multiple feet running and the sound of the body dropping.

 

Techno's pov

 

Techno was walking around the school. He felt like something was off.

It could have been because he fell asleep on the dining room table and woke up late as fuck. Which was already a sign today was not going to be good.

He had also forgotten to take his adderall or anxiety medication so he was screwed as fuck but make it worse because he had already began to feel the side effects of not taking it after so long. His anxiety was on high alert and he already just wanted the day to be over.

He had already had like 5 different panic attacks in the last three hours and he wanted to cry. It was okay though because he was almost finished with the day.

Right now they were in lunch time and he was looking for his friends. Times when his anxiety was on high alert meant that he had to stay near his friends because the feeling would get worse if he was not near them. They helped calm him down and made him feel significantly better.

As he walked around he couldn’t help but think of Ranboo. He hadn’t talked to the kid in a long time and he didn’t know why exactly. All he knew was that one day Ranboo went inside the house when they were all outside playing around and ever since then he would just not hang around them anymore.

It was a slow process that involved Ranboo slowly distancing himself and then it turned to him full on avoiding him and the rest. He never got an explanation because Ranboo would never give him a straight answer. He would constantly avoid any attempts at confrontation that Techno or any of his friends would try to do.

He thought back a little to yesterday night. Did Tommy and Ranboo become best friends? I mean that would actually explain a lot.

That would be why Ranboo stooped talking to them or interacting with them. Tommy turned Ranboo against them. I mean he knew that the gremlin was not the best person but he didn’t think he would stoop so low as to manipulate Ranboo to stop being friends with them over some petty argument or something.

As he was about to continue his thoughts he heard a silent “Tommy?”

Techno quickly turned around as he searched for the voice. “Tommy”

It was getting slowly louder and it seemed very worried. “TOmmy”

Something felt bad. Very bad. The type of horrible bad feeling he got the day that Wilbur attempte- “TOMMY”

Techno turned around and finally spotted it. It was Tubbo. The small brunette was actively running towards the middle of the courtyard when he finally saw it.

“Tommy” Techno whispered before he quickly sprinted towards the middle of the courtyard. There it was. There Tommy was pale and shaking as his entire body trembled and was swaying. It was easy to note the kid was ready to faint or fall.

Something bad is happening and this was it. Techno didn’t have time to think more because he put all of his force into trying to reach the middle of the courtyard on time to grab his brother before he hit the floor. The floors were made out of concrete and if he fell down he would most likely either hit it against one of the red metal tables and hurt both his neck and his head especially with the force of his backpack weighing him down then it would be even worse.

If he hit the concrete then-

That was not a thought Techno wanted to think of. He knew how Tommy had fragile bones ever since he was younger and even just hitting his head against the rock wall relatively gently made his head bleed a little. If he hit it full force it would not end up well at all.

Techno was so close to reaching Tommy when suddenly another figure sprinted past him and got to Tommy first. It was a guy around his size but with larger muscles and slightly gelled hair. It was a miracle that guy was able to reach Tommy in time because a second later and Tommy’s head would have landed on the concrete floor without anything to slow or pillow his fall.

“Hey hey Tommy come on” The guy was trying to wake up the blond. The blond continued to be unresponsive. “SOMEONE CALL THE NURSE OR SOMETHING DO SOMETHING YOU DIPSHITS.” The raven-haired guy yelled out as he started panicking.

All Techno could do was stand there. He was stuck in shock as he slowly began to have a panic attack. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t fucking breathe and he was watching as his younger brother who he swore to protect the moment he saw him in his mother’s arms was there being helped by someone else. He was a horrible brother. Tommy was going to die. TomMy's WaS GoINg tO dIE.

He didn’t notice when he fell on the floor until he had Wilbur come up and hug him. That was when Techno noticed how Tommy nor the guy were there in front of him. It was an even worse realization that he heard the noises of an ambulance nearby. Tommy was in the ambulance.

Tommy was in the ambulance. ToMMy waS in tHe aMBulaNCe. TOMMy WAS in tHE ambULANCE. TOMMY WAS IN THE AMBULANCE. Tommy was in the- “TECHNO”

“Tommy is in the ambulance.” was all he could respond before the loud wailing of Tubbo was heard throughout the courtyard.

“I SHOULD BE THERE WITH HIM. LET ME RIDE ON THE AMBULANCE WITH HIM. I’M HIS BEST FRIEND” The 5’5 child was arguing with the paramedics nearby to be let into the ambulance.

“Look kid I would love nothing more than to let you inside but you can’t come in. The black-haired guy is already there and there is only enough space for one person to ride with the passenger. You need to come down and later on you can visit him in the hospital okay?” The tall paramedic tried calming down the child but it seems like it wasn’t working.

“I’M HIS BEST FRIEND. HE NEEDS ME NOT THAT STRANGER. HE NEEDS ME PLEASE LET ME IN.” He tried kicking his way past all of the paramedics when Eret simply grabbed him by the middle. “LET ME GO. I NEED TO SEE HIM PLEASE LET ME GO” He cried and pleaded as desperately kicked to be let go from the hold.

“Hey hey, calm down okay. Everything is going to be fine. Tommy’s going to be fine. We both know it. There is nothing we can do other than wait like the others bub. You can’t do anything more okay? You need to calm down for him and me please.” Eret calmingly whispered into Tubbo’s ear.

The teen just cried as he wanted to be reunited with Tommy. “Eret, what if it’s not okay. I lost my friendship with him a long time ago because of my stupid mistakes and if I actually lose him I have no idea what I’ll do. I don’t want to lose him.” Tubbo cried out in worry.

Wilbur tensed. Niki gasped and began to cry. Fundy stared at the floor with tears dripping from his eyes. “Techno. I need you to look at me, okay? Tell me what happened. Please tell me that Tommy’s going to be okay.” Wilbur desperately pleaded as he grabbed Techno and forced them to make eye contact.

“He- he was falling. Falling and I couldn’t reach him and he was pale and he was shivering. Wilbur, he was about to hit the concrete head-on. He was shivering and trembling Wil. Someone came and got to him before me but Wilbur if he wasn’t there then- then-” Was all Techno could let out before he too started sobbing in fear.

Niki just stared and sobbed to the floor holding onto Techno while Wilbur was using Techno as a rest because he just stood there in shock. Fundy just fell to the floor as they all just laid there seeking comfort in one another.

The other students just stared at the crying teens and the sounds of the ambulance that rang around them slowly growing fainter.

Chapter 12: >:) angst

Summary:

Tommy's back story and sam and phil learns about the accident.

Notes:

Hey, there are a few more chapters by the original author, and then my chapters will come into play. so if the writing style seems different that's why. I will put out how Purpled and Tommy met next, but it may take a bit because I found a lump in my armpit that may mean I have cancer or a cyst.

Tommy stared to the floor with a stoic look on his face. He watched as Techno was failing in his learning path. He didn’t understand. Tommy stared at the floor with a frown on his face when he watched as Wilbur cried over not being able to complete his 0’s times tables because of his anxiety.

It didn’t make sense. The 0’s times tables are easy to do because of how every answer would be 0 as 0 x anything is equivalent to 0. Logically he knew why. It was Wilbur and Techno’s weird brains messing with them and making it a harder concept for them both to understand.

It was a hard concept for him to understand. Empathy; he never was great with it. Logically he knew the steps for it and he also knew to not judge nor decide to invalidate someone else’s experience with stuff even if it was different. All human brains are weird in their way of thinking and reacting. They had different panic modes and because of that there are mental disorders that he knew existed within them and he knew how hard it was to gain an actual diagnosis; none the less gain the privileges to use the helpful privileges that come with having a disability. (Things like a I.E.D or stuff)

He remembered at the time that he knew logically what was occurring but he never really understood. It was something that he never really told nor explained to anyone but his mother. She just looked at him in sadness before telling him that it would get better when he had breakdowns over this.

He thought back to the jokes that his mother and father used to say about how he was similar to their uncle Schlatt. This was something that would make him internally panic. His uncle Schlatt was the perfect example of someone he would never want to become.

Schlatt was a very hardcore Christian guy. He had a younger child who Tommy never learned the name of. All he knew was that the poor boy had been raised roughly. Schlatt was an abuser if he was being honest.

Schlatt was his mother’s brother and she was taught never to leave family. How family are the only people in this world who will always be there for you and you should always be there for them. Tommy never really understood that.

She used to tell Tommy about how Schlatt used to abuse his child and had to make her raise the child with them. She basically had to raise Schlatt’s kid and it took a toll on her. How Schlatt used to hit his children and how he never wanted to be a father, He never learned how to even hold a baby.

She told him how with all of them she had complications at birth. Wilbur didn’t eat anything while Techno was born with kidney problems. Tommy was a complicated birth because of how his heart was slowly getting weaker so that increased the risk of the birth. He was also born with the umbilical cord wrapped around his neck. It caused him to almost die if not because of how the doctor’s saw it and were able to cut it in time.

He was then back to the hospital two weeks later due to him throwing up blood. Wilbur didn’t eat for three days or so after being born and both him and Techno were born prematurely with Techno having kidney problems that he had to have several surgeries to keep in control.

They all had hard times with being born and their births and yet Schlatt still thought that it was dramaticized. Just because he did not have to deal with children with medical problems like others or like them he thought that the others were being idiotic in thinking it was complicated births.

Schlatt acknowledges that he was a horrible father and said he has changed but last Tommy heard Schlatt was mortified at having his child faint when getting their blood taken out instead of worried for the child. Kristen always said that people deserve second chances and would always tell that to Tommy.

She would preach how Schlatt had changed and how he was a better person but both he and her knew the truth. She never told Techno or Wilbur because they never became as close to her as he was with her. They were closer together and liked to spend time outside with their friends.

Tommy never had friends when he was growing up. They would change regularly and he would have to just adjust because they never left an impact on him. He didn’t care for them and so he just became closer to his mother.

He knew she was an amazing women and how lucky he was to have her as a mother. It was something that he would get told regularly by Phil. He would always remind Tommy how Tommy was Kristen’s favorite. He would be surrounded by people telling him Kristen was an amazing human being and he knew that.

It was when he grew older that he began to see her flaws. She would never understand when he would panic for no reason. Throughout his panic attacks she would try her best to calm him down but she never truly understood what it was to have anxiety. She would understand why Wilbur didn’t pass his test because of his anxiety but she would never understand why Tommy would randomly have panic attacks.

He saw how she picked him as her favorite. In so she was choosing to not treat his brothers with as much care or kindness and he knew how obvious it was. He knew how much the other’s seeked approval from their mother or just wanted to be with her when she wouldn’t show as much care to them as she would to him.

He knew she was trying to compensate for the lack of attention from his father but it still sucked that because of this choice his siblings lacked attention from her. He saw how she would deny having arguments with her family because she would always forgive them and always help them when they left her regularly.

 

He knew that it was her programming. He knew that it was because of how she was raised to always be near her family and to be close to them even if they were bad people. She would tell him how her family was so large and how some of her uncles or cousins would treat her inappropriately or hate her for just existing but she would always forgive them because family is family.

If he was being honest it was that perspective that caused him a lot of trouble growing up. He never learned how to properly form attachments because it wasn’t in his DNA if he was being honest. He grew up watching her love her family so much to even fight against her own morals and he also watched his father bluntly avoid her family and his own.

Phil never was close with his family. Since his family lived in Britain and Phil lived in America the children were never able to be truly close with Phil’s family. Tommy only talked to his grandmother a few times a year mostly because of how Phil would call her and tell them all to say hi to her like once a year when he was younger.

Phil didn’t talk to his sibling often and he never liked Kristen’s family. He was the one to tell her to leave and he never liked any of them. Especially Schlatt. He would always hide in his room whenever Schlatt came over and then when he was gone Phil would come out.

It was the difference between both perspectives that made Tommy be the way he is. Since he thought of Kristen as his hero he would always hate how he could never feel love the way she felt. The way that she was able to care so deeply even when she knew its wrong always made Tommy feel horrible when he knew if that was him; he would have left and gotten rid of all contact. It was a cycle of self-hatred when he realized that really both types are fucked.

“Man kinda weird right”

 

There was a 10 minute difference from the moment that Tommy was taken on the ambulance and from the moment that Sam was contacted.

10 minutes would not seem like much time if one were being honest. Sam had always thought otherwise. His way of thinking is that even a second can change someone’s life completely upside down. That was his philosophy.

It only took one second for a bullet to pierde through someone’s body and kill them. It only took one second for a knife to be stabbed into someone’s heart. It only took a second for someone to snap their neck by a fall. It only took one second to watch as a body hit the floor.

In this scenario it took 10 seconds for the body to hit the side of Foolish’s thigh. It also only took 10 seconds for Sam to react to the news that his youngest was in the hospital and that he had already died twice on the way there.

When one reacts to circumstances like these there are two different routes you will take. You can either panic or you can try to keep yourself calm until you can guarantee safety. The one thing was that this was Sam, Awesam Dude, the Local Mechanic turned Allmighty Father; he couldn’t afford to show panic right now.

He needed to stay rational.

So when he heard the person on the phone say that his tommy, the child that was the one that brought a certain brightness he did not think his family was capable of having; that moment was the closest moment he ever had to loosing control.

Even as he watched his mother and father commit suicide when he was younger; he did not loose control of his emotions. Even when he found out why Dream didn’t like to be slow, when he found out why George slept so much, when he found out why Sapnap was afraid of touching others, when he found out why Ponk cried at the feeling of being touched near his arm, not even when he found out the truth to Tommy’s childhood. He was always in control of his emotions.

He learned to be; he grew up having to control them because leaving them to take reign of himself would only make him implode. He came from a family of people with ridiculous anger issues. He was never taught to control them. He was taught to not feel or else he would implode without control. It was something that scared him all of his life.

He felt so strongly but could never let himself be taken control by them so he learned to compress them. Smush them into tiny little pieces and he learned to be able to manage it all. As he grew up he relaiese that there were far better alternatives. He learned to control them in a healthy way; to express himself without fear.

And yet, in that moment, Sam felt tears run down his face. It felt as if someone had taken a piece of his heart. The pain hurt so badly and he could not control them. So as he started to hyperventilate and panic Sam whispered into the phone with fear in his voice. “I- is.. Is he alright?”

His tone was riddled with fear as he felt his throat close up and his brain go in alarms. He couldn’t loose Tommy. Not his Tommy. Not his child. This was his fcuking child and he was suffering in a hospital room all alone- Wait. Hes alone. Hes alone. HIS CHILD IS ALONE.

Sam rushed to get his keys from the table with a speed that he didn’t know he was capable of possessing. As he got them in his hand the receptionist had handed the phone to the doctor and the doctor answered. “I am sorry Sir but we don’t know yet. He fainted due to a panic attack mixed in with an asthma attack. He didn’t have access to his inhaler and since they both occurred at the same time it was hard to get him to breathe normally. The hyperventilation from the severity of the asthma attack would be enough to land him in the hospital on its own right.” Sam breathed deeply at the words as he was able to go outside and start the car. The doctor hadn’t finished.

“Coupled with the hyperventilation from the panic attack and the stress that occured in his body it seems like it was a miracle he is still alive. He’s lucky that he was able to get to the hospital in time and that someone was there to save him from a fall on his head. If not then this would be a different conversation that would be harder to have. I’m sorry sir but he has already died thrice on the way to the hospital due to his heart not being able to handle the stress his body was enduring, Right now he is stable enough to sedate and be on the clear from critical care but we will have to maintain a close watch on him for a while. His oxygen levels are still dangerously low and…” The doctor stuttered in saying the last parts.
“You mean?” Sam asked in a rough whisper. He had tears in his eyes as he tried to maintain enough rationality to keep an eye on the road since the hospital was 10 minutes away and he was not wasting another second without being in the same vicinity of his son. “You mean?...” Sam tried to ask. He couldn't bring himself to utter the words.

“Yea, I’m sorry to say this but the chances of him surviving the night are at a 40% chance. I fear if he continues on this track then he will risk going into a coma and I don’t think his body is capable of surviving that. I am so sorry to have to tell you all of this sir, especially over the phone. I just needed you to know because… I- I had my daughter die like that, I just wanted to tell you as soon as possible because I know how hard this is.” The doctor’s voice was shaky as they spoke the last words softly. “I am so sorry sir.”

Sam just nodded his head, even though he knew the doctor couldn’t see him. “Thanks, I appreciate it. Just, just tell me. Is he alone?” He whispered softly as the tears continued to rain down his face. “I just want him to be near at least someone he knows if anything happens, I’m on my way there but I just want to know if he is alone or not. Please tell me” He pleaded the doctor as tears ran down his face at a faster speed. He was praying to whoever was above that he would be able to see his son smile and laugh again.

“Hes with someone who knows and cares for him deeply; someone by the name of Foolish Gamers. He is my son. I know my son and I saw it in his face that he cares deeply for this kid. I promise you that I will do everything in my power to make sure he survives.” Her tone was sincere and empathetic as she made a promise to him.

“I know you will try your best.” His tone was sad and riddled with feelings he could not understand right now. “I will be there as soon as possible just make sure your son stays with my son until I get there please.” He pleaded with his entire heart.

“Of course”

“Thank you” He whispered as he ended the call just as the red light turned green and he sped his car as fast as possible towards the hospital.

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“We were playing in the sand”

Phil looked confused when in the middle of work his phone started vibrating playing that song. He knew Techno was calling him but he could not figure out why? Techno never calls when he is at school, he makes Wilbur call instead or just waits until after work to tell him what happened. Phil felt a small feeling of dread spread around his chest as he took the call.

“Hey Techno, what happen-”

“Dad” Techno’s hoarse voice called out.

Phil was shocked at hearing the desperate and worried tone that his youngest twin spoke in. Techno was not one for having emotions in his tone and he never cried. It seems like he was crying because of how desperate and worried his voice sounded.

“What happeend?” Phil asked starting to panic.

“Tommy… he. Dad, Tommy’s in the hospital” Techno’s voice was breaking off in the end as muffled sobs were heard from the other side of the phone.

‘Wh-What do you mean Tommy’s in the hospital? Techno tell me what the fuck do you mean that Tommy is in the hospital?” Phil’s voice was beginning to raise in decibels as he started to grow more and more panicked. He knew this was not a prank because the last time he heard Techno so sad was when Kristin died and Techno knew better than to joke about any of them being in the hospital.

“He.. Dad he fell. I- I dont know what happened. All i knew was that one moment he wa- was standing in the middle of the school cour-courtyard and then the next he was fal-falling.” Techno’s voice broke out in little hiccups due to the severity of his cries was all that Phil could detect. “I’m- I’m so sorry Dad”

Phil instantly started to get this items from his desk and he began to head towards the outside of his work office as he slowly comforted his obviously distraught child. “Hey, Hey Techno you need to calm down for me buddy okay? Take some deep breaths for me please. Raise your hands above your head and just listen to my voice okay buddy?” He gently guided Techno through the steps of one of the breathing exercises Techno’s therapist taught them.

“You are okay and everything is fine. You need to calm down for me buddy. I know you want to help Tommy mate but the first thing you need to do is to calm yourself down so that we can then help Tommy. Remember how in planes the passengers need to put on their own oxygen masks before they can help other’s put on theirs right mate? You need to do that for me. You need to just take some deep breaths and calm down enough to not feel like panicking. I know it seems hard but you need to do it for me mate. You need to do it for me and Tommy okay?” Phil gently eased Techno to try to calm down so he could understand what is going on.

He should be getting contacted by the hospital or already have been contacted by the hospital about the whereabouts and state of his child so if he has gotten nothing yet this means that the only way he can know what is occurring is calming down Techno so that he can tell Phil. This in of itself is something that is hard to do.

Techno has severe anxiety disorder and in the state of panic he appeared to be when Phil answered the phone call it was clear that this would not be something that a few simple words would fix. “You need to follow my breathing okay? Now take a deep breath through your nose and hold it for me. You need to follow my breathing and try to replicate it okay Techno? Now, let it go through your mouth.” Phil was able to calm down Techno after a few minutes by simply breathing with him.

“Now tell me what happened please?” Phil asked with a gentle tone which did not give way to the amount of panic that was already flooding his body.

Notes:

Hey, where should I take this story? should I make it where some of them or all of them get forgiven or where none of them get forgive.

Chapter 13: More back story

Summary:

some more of Tommy's backstory.

Notes:

things are alright with the lump but I am halfway through my Purpled's and Tommy's backstory.

Tommy stared at the bottom of the stairs with a blank expression on his face. Around him was his family fighting. Techno yelling at Phil and Phil yelling at Wilbur. Its so loud. Loud. Loud.

His hands are shaking and he has tears running down his face as his hands are pressing harshly at his ears. He doesn’t want to be here but he can’t run. Hes trapped in the stairs watching as his family is tearing itself apart.

They had just come from the hospital from Wilbur’s attempt and hes there to watch them tear at one another. He feels something wet run along his hands. His breaths are turning shaky as he suddenly can’t breathe.

Its too much. Its too much to watch as the people who he loves so deeply tear at one another with horrible words and displaced anger. He knews they are all just scared. Wilbur is scared because of how much impact his failed attempt will have, Phil is afraid he failed as a parent, Techno is afraid he failed at being a sibling.

That is anger for you. Anger is not a core emotion nor is it a natural emotion. It’s a culmination of sadness, fear, frustration, and more. All of these combine to make anger and it is also why they are lashing out at one another.

He tried to calm the situation but he couldn’t. That is when he hears it. The sound of footsteps going down the stairs and there he appears. With tears on his face and shaking all over there, he appears. He yells out for himself to stop as he watches a version of himself run and intercepts the fight.

He knows what will happen. They fight. He intervenes. Then it is all his fault and he ends up getting punished. Not before a few choice words are spoken about him. It is a cycle that occurs over and over again. One he learned to catalog at the age of 15. That was when he stopped trying because he was always an optimist in that way.

He’s a fool is all that he could think as he watched his younger self try to defend Wilbur and end the situation.

“STOP FIGHTING” Tommy screams as he tries to deescalate the situation. “I KNOW YOU’RE SCARED BUT FIGHTING WILL NOT FIX EVERYTHING. YOU’RE NOT ANGRY, YOU ARE SCARED. TALK ABOUT IT, just don’t fight.” He whispers the last part with a shaky breath.

“THOMAS GO TO YOUR ROOM RIGHT NOW” Phil yells at him with anger in his eyes. It was obvious he did not want his youngest to have to bear witness to this confrontation.

“I can’t let you continue fighting like this father. It will do no good and only harm to continue fighting please stop.” He spoke with shaky breaths as tears went down his face. He just wanted the fight to stop happening. He just wanted everything to go back to whatever normal is because confronting this will not end well right now.

It never has.

Tommy only watched from the bottom of the stairs as his younger self countered Phil. “please stop, we both know it won’t end well for you. It never does, stop trying. C’mon Tom please stop.” He silently whispered to his younger self with useless hope that he will hear it. He knows this is merely a memory and he can’t change anything but he can’t help but hope.

“THOMAS I SAID GO BACK TO YOUR ROOM RIGHT NO-”

“PHIL GOING TO HIS ROOM IS USELESS. JUST LET HIM HEAR IT THE WALLS ARE THIN ENOUGH SO IT DOESN’T MATTER IF HE GOES TO HIS ROOM OR NOT.” Techno yells at his father.

“WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME YOUNG MAN.” Phil yells at his son with anger in his eyes. “I AM YOUR FATHER AND YOU SHALL CALL ME BY THAT NAME, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”

“YOU NEVER ACTED LIKE A FATHER PHIL. YOU SHOWED BLANTANT FAVORTISM TOWARDS WILBUR AND I. WHEN MOTHER DIED YOU CLOSED YOURSELF OFF AND WE HAD TO RAISE OURSELVES FOR FIVE FUCKING YEARS. ALL BECASUE YOUR FUCKING ASS WAS GRIEVING HIS WIFE FORGETTING IT WAS HER DYING WISH TO TAKE CARE OF YOUR CHILDERN. OF HER CHILDREN. THE ONES YOU MADE TOGETHER.” Techno yells at him back with tears running down his eyes. “YOU HAVE NEVER BEEN A FATHER TO TOMMY AND WHEN MOTHER DIED YOU STOPPED BEING A FATHER TO US.” He yells with all his heart.

Phil just stood there with a shocked expression on his face as Wilbur backs up the claim.

“YOU NEVER CARED FOR HIM DID YOU? YOU ALWAYS PUT US BEFORE HIM AND THAT IS WHY MOTHER ALWAYS CARED FOR HIM. IT WAS BECAUSE OF YOU SHE WAS ALWAYS SAD BECAUSE YOU NEVER CAREF FOR YOUR YOUNGEST SO SHE BASICALLY HAD TO RAISE HIM HERSELF.” Wilbur yells back.

Tommy stood there amazed. Maybe his brothers did love him. Maybe they did care. They have never defended him before and this was all new and he couldn’t help but cry out tears of joy as he watched his brothers defend him.

Present Tommy just watched it all with pity in his eyes as he knew what would occur next.

“I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING YOU HAVE YOU UNGRAFTEFUL CHILDREN. YOU HYPOCRITES ACT AS IF YOU EVER CARED FOR YOUR BROTHER AS WELL. YOU NEVER FUCKING CONFORTED ME ABOUT IT AND YOU NEVER TRIED TO SPEND TIME WITH HIM OR EVEN BE THERE FOR HIM BEFORE AND AFTER KRISTEN DIED. YOU DARE ACT AS IF IM THE VILLAIN FOR NOT CARING FOR HIM WHEN YOU NEVER DID EITHER.” Phil called out their hypocrisy with eyes fo anger. Spitting words of venom through his teeth he continued.

“I MAY HAVE NEVER BEEN THE PARENT OF THE YEAR BUT I WAS THE ONE THAT BROUGHT HIM TO HIS DOCTOR’S APPOINTMENTS, I WAS THE ONE WHO SPENT A FORTUNE ON HIS MEDICAL BILLS AND WHENEVER HE WANTED SOMETHING HE ALWAYS GOT IT. I MIGHT HAVE NOT BEEN THE BEST FATHER BUT I DID CARE AND IT WAS MORE THAN WHAT YOU EVER DID. I MAY NOT BE THE BEST FATHER BUT IM THE ONE YOU GOT STUCK WITH SO DEAL WITH IT-”

“Why do i have to thank you for doing the basic necessities of your job?” Tommy whispered. The room went silent. “Why should I be thankful for you doing what is the basic minimum job that parents have to do. Mother was the one that came to me to cheer me up. Mother was the one that played with me. Mother was the one that brought me to doctor’s appointments and kept track of my day. You forgot 6 of the doctor’s appointments even when i told you. You didn’t come to my awards ceremonies even when i always got 5 different awards which is more than what Wilbur and Techno got but you always came for the.” Tommy took a deep breathe.

“Why should i thank you for giving me a shelter, food, and necessities when that is what parents are supposed to do for a child. Parents are supposed to care and love their children. They are supposed to be there for them through thick and thin. They are supposed to fucking love them. You never loved me, Phil. You would rather give me money than face the fact that you have never loved your son because he reselembled your wife so much that you grew tired of him when in reality you grew tired of caring for your wife and her antics.” He spoke with a determined tone.

“You would always make snide remarks at me whenever I did something and whenever I caused a minor scene because of something I couldn’t control you would rather blame me than blame your wife for lashing out on you because of her worry for me. You hate me because in reality you were just angry at your wife who i resemble so clearly.” He finished with a sigh.

“I hope you are happy that you drove your son to his first suicide attempt and are driving your youngest to his first as well.” was all Tommy said as he quickly went up this his room. He didn’t want to be here anymore and he would rather hide out in his room than to stay in here.

Present Tommy watched his younger self finally stand up for himself with a bittersweet smile. “At least one of us has the courage to say what is necessary.” It was sad that the fight would only continue and escalate further.

He knew what happened next.

He would be watching tv trying to calm his panic attack when Phil would rush up to his room banging on his door to talk to him. When that wouldn’t work Phil would just tell him how fucking unfair they all were to him then proceed to go lock himself up in his room saying that he would not come out until they realized how spoiled and ungrateful they acted.

It would result in nothing occurring as the next day Techno and Wilbur acted as if they continued to not care for him. Ignoring Tommy’s existence and blowing out the little hope he had to count on his siblings.

“⏁⍜⋔⋔⊬ ⌿⌰⟒⏃⌇⟒ ☊⍜⋔⟒ ⏚⏃☊☍. ⍙⟒ ⋏⟒⟒⎅ ⊬⍜⎍ ⏁⍜ ⍙⏃☍⟒ ⎍⌿. “

“Ow” He spoke silently as he clutched his head with his hands. It felt like he was being split into two inside his brain.

“⌿⌰⟒⏃⌇⟒ ⍙⏃☍⟒ ⎍⌿. ⌿⌰⟒⏃⌇⟒ ⍙⏃☍⟒ ⎍⌿. “

“Please stop” he silently whispered as he fell down onto his knees. When he felt something wet hit his leg he realized that he was crying. Suddenly everything felt like it was tilting.

“⍙⟒ ⋏⟒⟒⎅ ⊬⍜⎍ ⊑⟒⍀⟒ ⌿⌰⟒⏃⌇⟒ ⎅⍜⋏'⏁ ⌰⟒⏃⎐⟒ ⋔⟒ ⌇⍜⋏. ⊬⍜⎍⍀ ⌇⟟⏚⌰⟟⋏☌⌇ ⋏⟒⟒⎅ ⊬⍜⎍ ⏃⋏⎅ ⊬⍜⎍ ⌇⏁⟟⌰⌰ ⋏⟒⟒⎅ ⏁⍜ ☊⊑⏃⋏☌⟒ ⏚⏃⎅'⌇ ⋏⏃⋔⟒. ☊'⋔⍜⋏ ⊬⍜⎍ ⌇⏃⟟⎅ ⊬⍜⎍ ⍙⍜⎍⌰⎅ ⌿⌰⟒⏃⌇⟒ ⍙⏃☍⟒ ⎍⌿.”

Tommy started shaking with every sound that echoed throughout his head. He knew he was in his head but why did it hurt so much? Why did the voices hurt? Why-

“⍙⏃☍⟒ ⎍⌿”

“Fuck”

 

“TOMMY”

 

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Five year old Tommy stared at the way that Techno and Wilbur were playing around with Father. He never played with him because father never wanted to play with him. He was too young to play with the twins the way that father plays with them. His asthma limited him in his abilities to play for extended amounts of time especially when running so he could only sit in the swings watching them wrestle around and play.

“You alright sweetie?” His mother’s soft voice came from above him. He stared at them with a resigned look on his face.

“Why does father not love me?” He asked quietly as he watched them all play around with laughter ringing in the air. He did not look at his mother as he spoke because he knew how it made her sad to talk about how his father didn’t care for him but he just wanted to know. “Please don’t get sad. I’m not angry or sad about it, mother. I just want to know '' He spoke with a peaceful look in his eyes.

“Sweetie your father… I- I don’t know sweetheart.” She spoke with a broken expression over her face. “I’m so sorry sweetie I know you don’t deserve it and I’m so sorry” She broke down sobbing in his arms. She kept repeating apologies that were meant to comfort him. He didn’t understand it to be honest.

“I’m not sad about it. It's a fact. The grass is green, the roses are red and my father doesn’t love me. You don’t need to get so sad over it mother.” He spoke trying to comfort her but also being very uncomfortable with it. He didn’t really like her touch or anybody elses’ but he couldn’t exactly say it when it was a form of respect to hug and allow touch from others. He tried telling his mother multiple times but she said that it was disrespectful of him to not hug others and so he stopped.

He also didn’t exactly know how to comfort his mother. He didn’t exactly know how to make someone happy again other than to try to distract them or to let them rant to him. He had to comfort his mother a lot because she keeps breaking down over this but he still doesn’t know how to comfort her. All he knows is that she gets sad, sobs in his arms, father calls her, she gets up, its all happy and the cycle continues.

He finds it quite dumb but he never said it out loud because he was not an adult and doesn’t “understand adult things”. According to his mother, he should keep quiet about his opinion because he is a child and does not understand adult things. He knows that it could be because she wants to continue having a picture perfect family to everyone else or even just to make sure he and his brothers don’t have to go through the whole messy divorce situation.

All in all, it is something that he could do nothing but sit there in silence watching it all happen again and again. He knew this was not healthy for anybody but he could also do nothing.

He remembers a time where his father actually allowed him to stand on his shoulders like his brothers do. It was so fun being so tall and being able to hang out with his father. He was saddened when he realized the only reason father was acting like that was because he was grieving the loss of his own father and so tried to redeem himself in the eyes of his children.

That new epiphany only lasted one day before his father acted like normal again.

“I’m just crying for attention”

Seven year old Tommy and his mother and him were walking through the nearby mall and he was talking about how he was extremely excited over the stars. He had gained a new book from his school’s library and it made him extremely excited about the stars.

He had proceeded to check out 3 more books about the stars and he was absolutely fascinated about them. It was the first thing that fascinated him so much as he usually didn’t have many interests other than the color blue and animals.

He was mid-talk about the stars when his mother pulled him to a toy store “do you want to go inside this store and try to find any toy you would like? It could be multiple. Your father has been promoted and his pay increased generously a few months ago so I feel comfortable to allow you to buy as many toys as you like. Just don’t buy for the sake of buying, alright?” His mother spoke in her stern but loving voice as she looked down at him.

“Thanks mom!!” He excitedly looked around the store. His mother had stayed in the front of the store and trusted him enough to make sure to not leave it or cause a rocus. It was something he had that was different from his brothers.

His intelligence and overall calmness but childlike nature made him easier to control and to follow directions than his siblings. They were very mischievous (a new word he learned from an advanced novel he read. He didn’t remember the name all he remembered was that his teacher was surprised he was able to score a 100% on the AR quiz because of how advanced it was for his grade level).

His siblings had a lot of antics that got them into trouble but it also made it so that more people would like to befriend them. They had a friendly nature and personality to everyone that was not him. It was something he was saddened by but something he learned to understand because it was a fact not something that could be proven wrong.

He didn’t have a lot of friends. At least, not like Wilbur and Techno had. He has friends but it was more like people who he hung out with to not be lonely. He didn’t really care for them enough to move the relationship past that point.

He was more of a loner type and because of how much his mother needed him to feel good he hadn’t really developed many relationships. He knew his mother used him to not be lonely and to feel better about her situation. He just never revealed he knew because he doubted she did.

When he looked at the toys he found nothing that excited him. Most of it were weird balloons or swords. He liked to play fight because that was an activity his brothers had finally let him participate in. His mother didn’t like it though and was mad at him for fighting and even just him having a plastic sword as a toy would likely upset her because she doesn’t like allowing him to play with fake weapons or stuff along those lines. It was too violent according to her.

He continued to look around when he found a puzzle. It was a 100 piece puzzle and it interested him. He liked things that challenged his brain to think because it always made him feel excited. It was one of the few reasons why he even liked math. It was something that always had new things to it that lead to a never ending staircase of knowledge and mental puzzles. That was why he was the smartest in his math class. It was fun to challenge himself.

He picked one puzzle that detailed an animated drawing of a constellation. (He immediately identified it as the pisces constellation. It was one of the two fishes and it was also known as one of the zodiac signs. He learned that from the second book he read that day.)

He didn’t have to look for anything more as he raced back to his mother in excitement. He was ready to solve it the moment he got home. It was the pure joy on his face that made others smile at the mother and son duo.

Tommy’s pretty gold colored hair shone with the lights of the store and his beautiful celestial blue eyes displayed a clarity that was hard to find. They had small specs and what seemed as rumbling clear waves displayed in his eyes. Even with all of that his eyes displayed one of the purest expressions of joy at the small puzzle. Such joy that is hardly seen in children nowadays.

It was there that showed the difference between Tommy and his siblings. They were easily entertained and had bright smiles on their faces. However, all of their joy secretly hid their regrets and actions they denied themselves of accepting. They lived in denial choosing to live in a world of false happiness rather than accept the truth. This in turn made their happiness false as well because in a false world nothing is truly true.

Tommy lived in the true world with despair being someone who he was close to. He didn’t experience happiness often but he never lied to himself. He accepted the truth as it is and chose to actively continue on. So, because he lived in the real world every piece of happiness he experienced was true.

It was that rare purity that shone in odd and uncommon moments that made him glow with the brightness of a sun. Truthfully, it was that brightness that attracted people, something that one day Sam would always tease him about. However, that day was not today.

So when the brightness he felt over the puzzle was diminished when Wilbur stepped on it and proceeded to ruin it as a joke on his brother, Tommy cried. He cried even more when Wilbur feigned getting hurt because of the puzzle on the floor. He then cried as he saw how some of the pieces were ruined as the image was torn from the cardboard and his father decided to throw it away to the trashcan when his mother was out.

That brightness that he had, whilst hard to find, was harder to maintain. As the years went on, it became even rarer to produce as every time he had it, it was snuffed out.

“I’m always winning the wrong game…”

Chapter 14: Sorry y'all

Summary:

Where I've been basically. I know this ain't what you wanted but here.

Hey sorry it's been so long my computer charger decided to broke but that's what I get for trusting Amazon(fuck you Jeff bezos).

This is on my phone so sorry if it's weird but anyways I have not abandoned this I am waiting to get enough cash to buy another charger.

 

And the last reason is that I was dealing with a bunch of health problems at once. So do not worry I have not left you to die here but it might be a little bit till I can get this all sorted out.

 

And last thing thanks for the sweet comments, I really appreciate it.

 

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Notes:

Sorry my grammar is absolute shit and I only have grammarly on my computer.

Chapter 15: Wilbur situation

Summary:

How I feel about the Wilbur situation. And what direction this book is gonna go.

Notes:

I wanted to post this earlier but my fucking electricity went out yesterday for hours because of a thunderstorm with hail. So we were left without for hours in this hellish NY heat. Did you know people die more from being biting by people on the subway then being bitten by sharks
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Okay. First off, I am typing this on my phone so if formatting is off, sorry.

Now with this whole situation I didn't see one single piece of evidence except for words about this entire situation. She said that Wilbur used to bite her deep but she doesn't have scars or anything or any hospital records. Because human spit is very dangerous when it gets into cuts, people have died from it.

The entire 'apology' thing is weird because it isn't an apology it's just a statement about him acknowledging the situation. Didn't she accuse a couple of her other famous ex's of the same thing.

The thing is that I've seen so much stuff against her because when they were dating she used to post reveling photos and there was nothing on her but Wilbur has bruises. There's just a bunch of inconsistent things going on that I can't be on her side. But Wilbur also hasn't posted anything either so I'm neutral slightly leaning towards Wilbur.

Plus why would she contact someone who abused her. Didn't she say she didn't want to bring it up again, But she made an entire stream about him coming back. She's dragging this along for clout or smth.

Please don't dox any sides and it's also up to the accusee to show proof of the accusations. Innocent till provin guilty. I just want someone to show proof.

Anyways that's all I'm saying on this rn, but if you wanna have a discussion about this just ask in the comments. If you wanna throw hate in the comments go ahead Imma just laugh at you.

 

Now with this book I'm probably just gonna do 2 endings in separate books and I will have them linked in here. I will do a good ending where they slowly are forgiven over time and a bad ending where they fuck up . But in terms of this book I will probably end it as neutral and have it so you can read this by itself.

Anyways if you guys have any scenarios you want me to right about I can do a oneshots book or smth. Idk but I'm planning on starting like a slight universe/timeline for everything.

Love y'all my ducklings 💕💕💕💕💕

Notes:

If y'all got anything just comment and I'll usually respond in a few days. And if you see any Grammer mistakes no ya didn't. :^)

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 1 of Would you like more fanfic with your fanfic?