Welcome Home Theseus (Rewrite)

by Tommyinnt_Simp

Summary:

It used to be so simple for Tommy.

He was the son of Wilbur Soot, little brother to Fundy Soot, son to Noah "Foolish" Wastaken, a Slayer of Gods, a foe to many and friend to few.

But now that he has reunited with his family and friends after two long years Tommy finds himself having strange dreams, remembering long lost memories, meeting new and strange people and most of all...reuniting with his real father.

Can Tommy survive through his family's drama?

Can he hold back things he wishes to say but doesn't, in fear of being alone?

Can Tommy just...survive?

Well my dear, your going to have to read on to find out.

(This is my AU i came up with after watching an awesome video on tiktok)

Chapter 1: Welcome home

"Tech…"

 

 

 

"Yes Phil?"

 

 

 

"Tech you're spoiling him." Phil sighs, a fond smile on his face as his son gave the small baby in the cradle another gold nugget.

 

 

 

"...he's a baby. It's fine." Techno waved off his father in favor of looking down into the cradle he was crouched in front of.

 

 

 

Inside said cradle was a small baby wrapped up in a soft red blanket made out of a piece of one of Technos' old capes, babbling to himself as he investigated the piece of gold. The baby had big and bright baby blues that made Techno melt every time he saw them, a tuft of golden hair on top of his head that the small family liked to gently play with due to the silk-like feeling.

 

 

 

The child's skin was as pale as his papa's but had a soft glow to it just like his mother and his little fingers had tiny claws that were dull and wouldn't hurt if scratched by them but they always made Techno pretend to be hurt so his baby would learn that claws could hurt which was a good thing.

 

 

 

Techno loves his son so much even if he only just found out about his existence.

 

 

 

You see my dear Techno had a one night stand after a rather hard fight that left him with a lot of adrenaline pumping through his veins. He'd done the deed with a strangely golden shark hybrid and...well his baby was born eight months later. The golden shark hybrid hunted him down and begged Techno to take the child, not wanting the poor thing near their unstable brother any longer.

 

 

 

After hearing that if he didn't take his son then he'd be around a maniac that had tried to kill him he of course said yes. So Techno had gotten full custody (which was an extremely long battle due to the court trying to say he was an unfit parent due to mental illness), with visitation and speaking rights to the golden shark so his child will know his life giver, of his baby that still had no first name. He was picky and he wanted the perfect name for his child. A perfect name for a perfect piglet.

 

 

 

Techno didn't know that his thin tail had begun to sway until he heard his brother's soft chuckle. Frowning he looks up at his twin who was holding his own child and glares. "What?" He asks softly, not wanting to wake the child.

 

 

 

"Nothing." Wilbur smiles gently, bouncing his sleeping seven year old. "It's just nice seeing you so happy."

 

 

 

Techno huffed but couldn't stop the small 'chuff chuff' that came from his throat when he saw his baby attempting to reach out to his face. "Your tail is wagging." Wilbur said as he walked past his brother to get his child to bed.

 

 

 

"Shut up." Techno huffed as Phil chuckled.

 

 

 

The older man gets up from his comfy armchair to walk over to where his son had set up the baby's cradle near the roaring fireplace to keep him warm. He peeked into the cradle and smiled at his grandson who, in turn, gave him a gummy smile and an excited giggle. "You know you gotta start looking for names Tech." Phil spoke off-handedly, reaching into the cradle to gently boop the baby's nose with a long nailed finger. "We can't keep calling him "the baby" or "piglet" every time we talk about him."

 

 

 

Techno sighs as he nods. "I know Phil but I haven't found a good name yet." He sighs as the voices in his head start calling out random names.

 

 

Name him Phil!

 

No! Name him Thomas! Like the tank engine!

 

That's stupid. Name him pog. That'd be very Pog.

 

Name him raccoon. He kinda looks like one.

 

 

Groaning, he holds his head as a headache quickly starts to form. "Tech? You ok? Need me to get the restraints?" Phil quickly asks.

 

What about a Greek name?

 

Like what?

 

Maybe Hercules?

 

Or Zeus?

 

NO!

 

What about Theseus? He looks like he's going be a smart kid!

 

"No, no." Techno sighs before a fond smile makes it to his face. "The voices are coming up with-...actually. I like that one."

 

 

 

Phil watches Techno curiously as the younger man quickly grabs some tape, a piece of paper and a pen. Using a book that was left on the coffee table he writes something down, a small smile on his face.

 

 

 

Phil shares a look with the baby, who was curiously sucking on the gold nugget he'd been given but did look up when he felt eyes on him. But when the baby just squeals and makes grabby hands towards the man, who was he to say no? So there Phil stood, gently holding a nine month old baby as his son listened to the voices in his head on what may be baby names.

 

 

 

Techno turned back to them a moment later and rushed to the cradle with the piece of paper and tape. Phil and the baby watched curiously until the little guy yawned. This made Phil coo and gently lift the child up to his face so he could press their foreheads together. "Is somebody sleepy?" He asks softly, his feathers puffing up slightly as the baby blinked his tired eyes.

 

 

 

"No, not somebody." Techno spoke in a matter of factly voice, stepping away from the cradle to show Phil that he'd taped the paper to the cradle's hood. "Thomas Theseus Watson is sleepy."

 

 

 

Phil chuckled at the proud stance his normally emotionless son had as he pointed to the little note. "Thomas Theseus Watson...I like that. But how about Tommy for short?" He asks as he gently lays little Theseus down in the cradle. “You know, like the slang for soldier in England?”

 

 

 

"Tommy…?" Techno seemed to think about that for a moment but gave a small smile and nod. "I like that. My little soldier…"

 

 

 

Phil smiles and stands up from the cradle. Yawning the man stretches, his back popping in a few places. "I think I'm going to head to bed now Tech, Tommy. Goodnight." He spoke softly when he saw that Tommy had already fallen asleep.

 

 

 

"Goodnight Phil." Techno smiles as he takes his place in front of the cradle again.

 

 

 

Reaching in he gently raised the blanket up higher so his child would stay nice and warm, warmth being important for Piglin hybrids. "Welcome home Theseus." He whispered to the child.

 

 

 

---

 

 

 

Five years later

 

 

 

"Ok he needs a few more shirts, a couple more pairs of pants, pencils, a backpack, a pencil box...what else does he need? Notch I shouldn't have left the supplies list at home." Techno thought with a sigh. "Can kids bring daggers to school? Oh! I know the perfect one to give him!"

 

 

 

It's been five years since Theseus has joined the family and it's been a tricky five years with his son being diagnosed with multiple childhood illnesses. But right now was the hardest time for Techno. His baby was going to school for the first time ever very soon and he was freaking out!

 

 

He wouldn't be able to see his son all day, he wouldn't be able to listen to his son chat idly about random things he'd thought of and he wouldn't be able to play with his child much anymore since most of the time Tommy would be at school or hanging out with new friends.

 

 

 

Gods he wanted to homeschool his son so badly but he couldn't just yet. He had to let his son go to school for a week before he could. Stupid fucking rules. Wait...wait! Can't he just uneroll his son? Yes! Then he can keep him home and-

 

 

 

"Dad...dad please…" Tommy whined as his father dragged him into another clothing store. "We've been shopping for almost two hours!"

 

 

 

Techno stopped and looked down at his son curiously. 

 

Over the years the boy had grown into his piglin features and now had small, sharp tusks that barely peeked past his lips (common for a baby piglin) and his ears hadn't become like his fathers, low and rolled over like a pigs, but they were pointed and more elf-like than a normal humans to show off his mother's genes. 

 

 

His little claws had grown in and had become longer and sharper over the years to the point the family had to clip them every so often so the boy could use his hands correctly and so he wouldn't chew on them.

 

 

 

"Since when have you been able to tell the time?" He asks.

 

 

 

"Fundy taught me how to count by twos!" Tommy stated proudly before pointing at a digital clock that sat above the mall's entrance. "Two after ten is twelve and when we got here the clock had a ten in the hour area and now it's twelve so it's lunch time now!"

 

 

 

Techno nodded, impressed with his child. Looking down at the bags in hand he sighs. He supposed they had enough clothes (keep in mind he's carrying seven bags) so stopping for lunch may be a good idea. "Alright Theseus, let's go to the food cour-wait. Where are your grandpa, uncle and cousin?" He asks when he noticed that the rest of the family was gone.

 

 

 

"Grandpa and Fundy saw something shiny and went to check it out and Uncle Wilby went with them to make sure they didn't accidentally steal it." Tommy smiles up at his father, his thin tail slowly swaying at the thought of food. “But I think he just liked the shiny too.”

 

 

 

Techno just shook his head fondly. "Alright. To the food court then I'll send them a message." He says as he takes a much firmer grip on his child's hand, spotting a person in a strange plain white mask watching them not too far away with their phone pulled out and pointed at them. Maybe a fan? He hoped so.

 

 

 

"Can I have chips and a hamburger?" Tommy asks excitedly.

 

 

 

Chuckling Techno nods slightly. "Yes Theseus. But if you want any dessert then you have to eat everything. I'm not like Uncle Wilby, ok?" He states firmly as they walk towards the escalators.

 

 

 

"Ok dad!" Tommy smiles, bouncing in place until he saw what they were going to.

 

 

The kid jumped up and clung to his father like a koala to avoid having to step on the scary moving stairs. Techno smiled softly and put the bags in one hand and put a hand on his bottom to keep him up.

 

 

 

Techno glanced behind them and saw the masked person being joined by two teens holding smoothies, both wearing similar masks although theirs were frowning. Maybe the person had just been waiting for his friends? Then again, why would he be recording them?

 

 

 

"Dad?"

 

 

 

Techno quickly looked down at his son and saw that they were at the bottom of the escalator. Quickly stepping off he sets him down then picks him up again and holds him up with one arm under his bum, glancing back to see the person and their friends starting to come down the escalator they were just on. They were following them.

 

 

 

Frowning he heads for the food court but walks into a few stores to make sure they were following and not just a coincidence. But when the trio walked in and out of the stores as they did he knew he had to get Tommy to safety or at least get to a crowded area. 

 

 

 

"Theseus." Techno spoke in a whisper as he moved his son closer to his chest, all outside noises quickly drowned out by the beat of his own racing heart.

 

 

Run

 

Get to Phil

 

Get away from those creeps

 

Hurt them first

 

No. Just get out boy to safety

 

 

Tommy perked up, hearing the slight shake in his fathers voice. Something was wrong. "If we get separated, do you remember what to do?" Techno asks softly.

 

 

 

"Find a woman with kids and ask for help. If I can't find one then look for a father and kid, still can't find one or get a bad vibe then find somebody in uniform." Tommy quickly whispered back, spotting the person in the creepy white mask following close behind them. 

 

 

 

"Right." Techno whispered back, pressing a kiss to his son's head. "Good boy. Now do you remember what to do if somebody grabs you that you don't know?"

 

 

 

"Scream, kick, go limp." Tommy replies, his little claws digging into Technos shirt. "If that doesn't work then scream that they aren't my adult, throw things at them."

 

 

 

"Good." Techno confirmed as he sped up slightly. He couldn't afford to get in a fight right now since he had no weapons except his house keys, a stick Tommy gave him earlier and a nail filer in his inventory and if it turns into a he said he said then he'd most likely be arrested. "I'm going to put you down ok? I want you to talk as loud as you can so I know you're still with me."

 

 

 

Tommy nodded as he hid his face in his fathers long pink hair. He was trying to keep an eye on the person but the two others with them pulled him behind a pillar when they noticed him looking. "They hid." Tommy whispered.

 

 

 

Techno nods as he puts Tommy down, seeing Phil, Fundy and Wilbur in line at a little burger kiosk. Holding Tommy's hand tight he tries not to make it look like he was running but he did speed up, his son hot on his heels.

 

 

 

"Hey dad!" Tommy spoke loudly as they walked. "I know my ABC's! Wanna see? Wanna see?"

 

 

 

When Techno nodded Tommy began singing his ABC's loudly. The closer he got to Phil and his family the more Techno was getting confident that the teens would leave them alone. But when he had begun to push into a crowd he felt Tommy's hand being ripped out of his hand and heard the child's muffled scream. 

 

 

 

Looking around, Techno tries to find Tommy. "Theseus?! THESEUS!!" Techno calls out as he pushes shocked people out of the way.

 

 

 

Looking around again he spots his son's gold hair by the door with the white masked man dragging his limp from away. Running towards the doors he knew the panic he was feeling was all over his face from the looks of the other people around him. He ran as fast as he could, his cape billowing out behind him. "Stop them! Stop those kids!" Techno shouts as he pushes past a man with curled horns and a little brunette boy. "They have my son! Stop them!"

 

 

 

The guards by the doors look at each other before running out to help get the kid. 

 

 

 

It would be twenty minutes later when they'd find Tommy sitting with a duck hybrid in a beanie near the fountain in the very back of the mall.

 

 

 

The duck hybrid had found Tommy wandering around the parking lot holding a beanie baby cat and a little green change purse with candy, money and a strange note inside that just said;

 

 

 

'Found you. :)'

 

 

 

To say Techno was unnerved was an understatement. After that day he carried Tommy everywhere they went to avoid him getting snatched, never let him go online without supervision and never let Tommy leave the house alone even if he just wanted to play outside.

 

 

 

---

 

 

 

Techno slowly opened the door to his son's room, hoping that the boy would be asleep. But of course luck was not on his side tonight. His little Tommy was sitting on his bed, back against the wall, with his face hidden in his arms as soft sobs slipped past his lips.

 

 

 

On the floor in front of Tommy sat Fundy, who was trying to get his little cousin to look at him desperately. "Come on Toms...please look at me?" Fundy tried, his ears pressed back against his head. "I-I'll let you pet my tail."

 

 

 

Something that normally made the newly six year old squeal in glee did nothing to help his mood. The boy just sat on his bed, in his little train patterned pajamas that Techno had picked out for the boy that night, and sobbed.

 

 

 

Techno felt his heart breaking as he watched his baby cry, knowing it was because of him. He had told Tommy that he was leaving today to go on a small adventure and that he didn't know when he'd be back but he'd always call and send Tommy a gift from wherever he'd been. But of course he had forgotten one major thing.

 

 

 

Today was Tommy's birthday. He was leaving on his son's birthday. He had only been reminded when Wilbur had walked in with a cake with six candles on top. So not only was he leaving his son on his special day but he also had forgotten it was his son's special day. God, he felt horrible.

 

 

 

But this was something he had to do. Something that had to be done. The voices had been getting louder as of late, spiteful that Techno hadn't killed anything except his catches in his hunts for far too long. He didn't want to blackout only to reawaken to find he'd killed someone in his family so he had to do this.

 

 

 

Slowly stepping into his son's room he quickly realized that only a few voices were speaking. A couple telling him it was for the best and the others telling him that he should just leave while Tommy was distracted, so it'd hurt less.

 

 

 

"Tommy?" Techno whispers, his heart breaking more at the flinch he had gotten in return.

 

 

 

"Get out." Fundy stated coldly.

 

 

 

"Tommy, baby I...I have a gift for you." Techno tried, stepping closer to the bed with a leather box in hand.

 

 

 

"I said get out!" Fundy snarled, quickly getting between Techno and Tommy. "You've done enough fucking damage!"

 

 

 

Techno was going to ask what he meant when his nose picked up a very, very bad scent. It was the scent of blood. His son's blood.

 

 

 

Techno looked around the room and spotted a small puddle of blood near Tommy's favorite Hide and Seek spot. Looking back to where Fundy had been sitting he saw the open first aid kit and he felt like he was gonna be sick.

 

 

 

"Tommy. Tommy, baby, what did you do?!" Techno quickly shouts as his shaky hands finally dropped the present in his hand. He tried to rush forward, to pull his son into his arms but was quickly bitten by Fundy. "ARGH!"

 

 

 

Techno looked down at his arm to see Fundy biting down on his arm hard enough that the tweens jaw was trembling. He'd only seen one other person like this before and that was Wilbur when he was protecting Techno from some hybrid hunters and right after it took Phil four hours to calm the feral fox hybrid down while he curled around Techno. That had also been the day Wilbur lost his tail and began hiding his ears under a silly beanie. 

 

 

 

"Leave us alone." Fundy spoke against Technos skin, teeth never leaving the oldest arm.

 

 

 

Techno looked at his son and felt his blood run cold when he saw the dull claw marks on his child's throat and the bandages around the boy's wrist peeking out from under his long sleeves. One thought, the only thought that came to mind on how those marks got there suddenly made him very sick but he knew, he just knew that Tommy had made those marks.

 

 

 

"Tommy...why?" He asks softly.

 

 

 

Tommy slowly points at his head as his cousin pushes the pinkette out of the room. "They told me to." He spoke in a near whisper that Techno nearly hadn't heard right before the bedroom door slammed shut in his face, the image of his son staring at him with a dead look in his eye haunting him and making him turn paler than he already was.

 

 

 

Gods how he wished he hadn't heard it.

 

 

"Techno, mate we gotta go! Wilbur called the police!" Phil shouted up the stairs. 

 

 

He hurt himself because of  you

 

It's all your fault

 

You did it

 

You did it

 

You did it

 

Put him out of his misery

 

Kill the runt

 

Make him regret it

 

 

Techno found himself reaching for the door but was quickly and roughly dragged away by an angry Wilbur. "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU BACKSTABBING PIG!" The man shouted before pushing Techno down the stairs.

 

Grunting as he lands at the bottom he slowly stands and follows Phil out the house, horror dawning on him that he almost just hurt his child.

 

---

 

 Ten years later

 

 

Slowly sitting up in bed, Techno let his long pink hair fall over his tear stained face. Slowing his heavy breathing he looked down at his shaky hands before standing on sweaty feet. His entire body was covered in sweat as he stumbled to his ender chest. 

 

 

Opening the chest he moves his favorite music disc out of the way and pulls out a toddlers shirt with stains all over it, one looking like a big mud stain but Techno remembered it came from a spoonful of pudding. 

 

 

Holding the shirt to his chest he took deep breaths and closed his eyes to try and calm himself by imagining he was holding his pride and joy in his arms. “Theseus…I'm so sorry…” He whispered.

 

 

A knock on his door made Techno aware of his surroundings again. Sighing he ties the shirt to his wrist and covers it with his sleep shirts sleeve before standing up. Climbing down the ladder to his front door level he spots a bit of black and white through the trap doors he used as windows and immediately knew who it was.

 

 

 

Opening his front door he chuckles when he sees an anxiously bouncing Ranboo holding a grass block in his hands and a red cloth tied to his arm. Almost the same color as the shirt tied to Technos’ wrist. "Hallo." He says softly, sleep evident in his voice. "What's got you so worried this early kid?"

 

 

"Dream said everyone had to report to L’Manburgs’ town square. Something about meeting the new guy.” Ranboo frowns.

 

 

 

“New guy? Huh. I thought Dream didn't want anymore people joining.” Techno thought aloud, remembering the ram hybrid saying that last time they had a drink together.

 

 

“I'm not sure but I was told to come get you while Wilbur and Fundy got-” “Alright, alright you two! I'm up-oof!”

 

 

Techno looks across the way to see Phil being kicked out of his house by Wilbur and Fundy, the younger fox holding the man's boots. “You ok grandpa?” Fundy questions as he steps out of Phil's house.

 

 

“He's fine, let's go!” Wilbur waved off as Phil sat up and pulled on his boots.

 

 

“Guys, whatever is going on, can't it wait until I put on some clothes?” The blonde asks as his stomach growls. “And maybe eat?”

 

 

“Nope! No time, no time! We gotta go! He'll be here any minute!” Wilbur says quickly, already halfway off the porch stairs. “We'll all have breakfast together after he arrives! Come on Funds, we have twenty minutes!”

 

 

Fundy quickly follows after pulling Ranboo away from Techno, rushing to follow after his father.

 

 

 

Techno and Phil share a curious look before Techno pulls on his cape and shoes then hops onto Carl and Phil jumps into the air. As he passed by his running brother he yanks Ranboo onto his horse since he was just getting left behind by the two fox hybrids.

 

 

 

The small group raced back to the main hub of the SMP where people were already surrounding the stage at the bottom of the Ender portal hill that the new person was gonna spawn in at. Phil could see from his spot in the air that Dream was bouncing from foot to foot impatiently and just shook his head.

 

 

 

There's always been something off about the admin but he could never put his finger on it. Seeing Techno and the others riding over he lands and waits behind Foolish, who was nervously rubbing his hands together, and waves to the group.

 

 

 

Just as the group came to a stop there was a loud whooshing sound from the stage. Wilbur and Fundy quickly looked panicked and raced up to the stage, pushing past everyone to do so but made it there just as two boxes popped into existence with Ender letters written on them. 

 

 

Techno and Phil share a look as Tubbo and Schlatt, two family friends, run on stage with Quackity, Ranboo and Foolish. “Where is he?” They hear Dream say with a frown in his voice.

 

 

“Oh relax. I'm right here.”

 

 

 

Everybody looked up to see who had spoken but what they saw made the whole server grow quiet in confusion, some looking back at Techno.

 

 

 

Up on the hill was a boy clad in clothes so strikingly similar to Technoblades' own attire, many thought they were seeing double but there were a few differences that let them know this wasn't the resident anarchist, was walking down slowly. 

 

 

 

Such as the red and white bucket hat that sat on top of the boys head with a crown fit snug over the hat, the long blonde hair that flowed freely over the boys shoulders, the green bandana wrapped around the boy's throat, the black and white bandana tied to his arm, the ripped up cape was a slightly darker red than Techno's and the piercing blue eyes that were visible past the dragon skull mask the other wore over his face all reminded people of Technoblade and Philza.

 

 

 

It was obvious the bucket hat was to pay homage to Philza and the crown for the pig that loved to preach about there being no government. The boy stopped midway and jumped down the rest of the way, barely making a sound on the wood stage. It was only then that the group saw that he wasn't wearing shoes and his feet were piglin-like hooves.

 

 

 

In a second the boy was being knocked over by Tubbo and Ranboo, the teens laughing happily as they wrapped their arms around him. “You're here! You're actually here!” Tubbo cheered while Schlatt laughed at his son's antics.

 

 

 

"I'm here…" The new member spoke softly, his voice sounding rough and unused.

 

 

 

When the duo let go of the newbie, who jokingly took an exaggerated breath, they looked to the right side of the stage when Dream had quickly ran up to them only to tackle and hug the slightly smaller man. "Tell 'em! Tell 'em!" Dream called out, holding the newbie to his chest, referring to Wilbur who nodded and walked to the podium.

 

 

 

The poor kid looked so confused even with his mask hiding his face as he gently patted the man's back. But Wilbur laughed and grabbed the mic from the podium as Schlatt and Quackity quickly joined them on stage. "People of L'Manburg, Phil and Techno! Please help me in welcoming my son to the server and our home!" Wilbur calls out as the boy finally gets free of Dreams' bear hug and hides behind him. "Dream! Back off or I'm trapping each of your chests!"

 

 

 

"I'm just having fun." Dream huffs. "I haven't seen him in years!"

 

 

 

"Well neither have I so back up!" Wilbur frowns.

 

 

 

Fundy suddenly stands in front of Dream in order to block his path. "He ok?" Fundy calls back, already reaching back for something under his shirt.

 

 

 

Wilbur turns around and gently coaxes the boy to stand up straight. He reaches behind the boy's ear and gives a gentle scratch that makes the smaller male practically melt. "Are we sure he's not a dog hybrid?" Tubbo asks with a smirk until the blue eyed boy advanced on him. "No, no, no! I'm sorry!"

 

 

 

But it was too late. The taller of the two moved his skull mask up just a bit so his mouth was visible and leaned down, licking up the brunette's cheek. Said brunette made a grossed out noise as the other bounced in place, a smile visible on his face with a bit of his tongue poking out. "Why do you lick?!" Tubbo groans as he wipes at his cheek. "Why do you always lick?!"

 

 

 

The taller male shrugs as Ranboo falls to the ground laughing behind Tubbo. But Tubbo gained a smirk as he turned to his friend. "Oh puppy boy~" Tubbo spoke in an overly sweet voice which gains him a head tilt from the newbie. "Don't you think Ranboo wants a lick too? It's only fair!"

 

 

 

The newbie shrugs and descends on the duo colored teen, licking up his cheek. Said duo colored teen laughed and wiped at his stinging cheek, a hand pressed against the newbie's mouth to stop him from doing it again. "Ugh! Tubbo!" Ranboo laughs. "I am eating the honey comb you hid for that!"

 

 

 

"No! I'm saving that for a midnight snack!" Tubbo cried out.

 

 

 

Wilbur laughs and wipes a tear from his eye at the sight. "I can guarantee he is a piglin hybrid Tubbo, I raised him after all." The older man looked out to the crowd, giving his brother a cold look.

 

 

 

Techno felt his heart drop into the pit of his stomach as he watched his brother pull the newcomer into a hug. Pushing past everyone he makes it to the front just as the newbie pulls his mask and hat off, his crown clattering to the ground. "Everyone! Welcome my son, Tommy Theseus Watson!" Wilbur called out as those baby blue eyes looked down at Techno curiously.

 

 

 

As the people in the crowd clapped, Techno took in his long lost son's face. His slight freckles were gone, his chubby cheeks were still present but his smile was not and his once unblemished face now held a large scar that went from his right temple to the left side of his jaw.

 

 

 

Gone was the boy he knew, replaced with a teen that gave Techno a searching look as said man felt his world crumbling away as his brother talked about his son. He was calling Theseus his son. Looking to his brother and nephew for answers he just got a smirk from his brother before the man looked to Tommy and placed a hand on his shoulder and spoke in a cheery voice.

 

 

 

"Welcome home Theseus!”

Chapter 2: Issues Arising

Summary:

This will be the last chapter copied from the previous story as the next chapter will be all new! I have already planned out what will happen for the next six chapters so stay tuned!

“How about some words from the newcomer? Theseus?” Wilbur says with a bright and proud smile.

 

 

Techno watched as his son looked towards Dream who nodded before stepping closer to Wilbur and taking the mic from his hand. “Greetings! My name is Thomas Theseus Soot but you may call me Theseus or Tommy. Whichever you prefer. I actually know a few faces in this crowd as I believe I saved your ass once, Vikkstar, and-.” The crowd chuckled as Vik flicked Tommy off with a smile.

 

But two people weren't laughing.

 

 

One being Phil who looks as if he'd seen a ghost and the other being Techno who was slowly starting to boil in rage.

 

 

 

Techno felt nothing but anger as he stared up at his son standing next to the thief his brother, the voices starting to scream for Wilburs blood. Tommy was his son, not Wilburs. The man had stolen his son. He had taken his little piglet. He needed to be punished.

 

 

 

 

With a deep, sorrow filled roar he jumps onto the stage, his axe quickly forming in his hand as he throws his cape off to the side. "WILBUR!" Techno yelled, his eyes turning black as his body shifted to his piglin form.

 

 

 

 

Wilbur looked at him with pure fear as he advanced on him but for a split second he wore a cocky grin just as the sound of somebody's sharp whistle made it to his ears. That was right before a searing pain from his back made Techno gasp and stumble a bit. Quickly turning he blocks an attack from a glowing netherite sword but the force the blade was being brought down on him made him start to slip to his knees. "Fundy! Get dad out of here!" Tommy shouts as he puts more pressure down on the handle of Techno's axe.

 

 

 

 

Fundy, Tubbo, Ranboo and Schlatt quickly pull out their shields as they rush to get Wilbur to safety. They knew Tommy could handle Techno. "Theseus! What are you doing?!" Techno shouts, struggling to keep standing as the boy pressed down with all of his strength yet his arms barely shook. "Stop this! I don't want to hurt you!"

 

 

 

 

A wave of emotions washed over Techno the moment Tommy swept his legs and pinned him to the ground with his own primal scream. He felt proud that his son was already strong enough to take him down. 

 

 

 

He felt hurt that his son didn't seem to remember him. 

 

 

 

But overall he felt fear.

 

 

 

 

Why? Because he could feel his mind slipping. He knew he was about to black out due to most of the voices screaming that Techno needs to kill the thief while the others screamed at him not to hurt Tommy.

 

 

 

 

But when a blade was stabbed into the wood of the stage next to his head, the sharp blade slicing a few small hairs as it was embedded, and his son looked ready to murder him he just smiled. "You're only sixteen and you can already knock me down." Techno smiles as he looks over Tommy's shoulder. "But never forget to watch your back son."

 

 

 

 

Tommy squinted at him until he seemed to feel a presence behind him. Quickly turning he switches his sword to his shield, stopping a death blow to his head from a diamond sword with said shield nearly a second too late. Grunting he threw his arm forward and knocked Phil back on the stage from a blow to the face from the upper edge of the shield.

 

 

 

 

Techno watched as Phil held his bloody nose as Tommy stomped his way towards him, a dark and murderous aura around him. "Do not get in my way birdman or I will take your only canon life." Tommy glared as his shield turned to a sword. "Or maybe I'll do so anyway."

 

 

 

 

Tommy quickly raised his arm, as if to cut Phil down but was stopped when Phil's wing smacked him hard enough to push him back a foot or two. "Chat!" Phil called out.

 

 

 

 

Not even a second later there was a large murder of crows dive bombing Tommy. The teen swatted at the crows with his free hand as Phil helped Techno up and started pulling Techno away but both men stopped dead when Tommy threw down a splash potion of harming which caused the crows to suddenly drop with soft caws of pain.

 

 

 

 

"No! Chat!" Phil cried out.

 

 

 

 

But Tommy stood tall, his shield forming on his off hand. Even as a pit started to form in the bottom of his stomach, Techno couldn't help but feel proud of his boy. "I'll kill you both!" Tommy shouts, eyes growing dark.

 

 

 

 

Techno quickly shoves Phil behind him as Tommy charged towards them, head lowered so he could get them with his small tusks. Closing his eyes Techno waited for the pain that was sure to come with losing a canon life but when it never came he opened his eyes to see Bad standing in front of him, tail flicking around angrily, and Tommy having stopped his downward swing of his sword.

 

 

 

 

"Drop it ya little muffinhead!" Bad ordered to which Tommy quickly obeyed.

 

 

 

 

The teen quickly put his stuff away in his inventory as he looked up at Bad. "That works too. Now apologize." Bad stated as he looked down at Tommy with his arms crossed.

 

 

 

 

This seemed to make Tommy angry as he started to let out grunts and stomped his foot in a rhythm. "No! I don't care if he tried attacking Wilbur, you need to apologise for hurting Phils' birds and for the threat to take Phils' only canon life!" Bad frowns, tapping his foot against the wooden stage.

 

 

 

 

"Not...my mum." Tommy huffs.

 

 

 

 

Bad was about to say something but his disappointed frown turned into a smirk. "I may not be but he is." Bad smirks as he points behind Tommy.

 

 

 

 

Tommy was about to question Bad but was quickly stopped when a hand gently rested on his head. "Tommy…"

 

 

 

 

Said teen practically melted under the golden colored hand in his hair, not paying attention to the voice. Reaching up he gently grips the wrist connected to the hand as he turns towards its owner...only to yelp in fear. "Mum!" Tommy whimpers as he looks up into Foolishs' disappointed Emerald green eyes.

 

 

 

 

"Tommy, sweetie, please apologise to your fa...uncle and grandfather. That wasn't very nice to attack Phils' crows." Foolish frowns.

 

 

 

 

Tommy grunted a few times, shrinking under the older man's gaze. "Yes I know sweetie. I saw." Foolish spoke in a gentle voice. "But I want you to apologize for saying you'd take Phils' only canon life. For him that's like taking Tubbo or Ranboo or even your business bay pals from you."

 

 

 

 

Tommy sagged at that remark as he looked down at his boots, his whole demeanour changing. "Now are you going to apologize?" Foolish asks gently, giving Tommy an out if he wanted it.

 

 

 

 

But the teen nodded and turned towards Techno. Standing on his tiptoes he looks over the other piglin hybrids shoulder to see Phil. "Sorry...I have a healing potion on me if you want it for your birds." Tommy spoke but this time his voice didn't sound clear. It sounded rough and unused again.

 

 

 

 

Phil just silently nodded as he watched Foolish and Tommy. The man was worried about his chat but he was also worried about his grandson. The teen acted as if he didn't even know Phil and Techno, like they weren't his family.

 

 

 

 

"How did you even get all this stuff already Tommy?" Foolish asks, snapping Phil out of his thoughts.

 

 

 

 

"Drista and Dream. Sword used to be Dreams, Drista helped me bring my old shield to the new server and she gave me a few stacks of cobble, Blackstone and netherrack. Dream gave me the potions and a bucket of lava. Plus this isn't my first time on this server, remember?" Tommy spoke rather quickly before he fell into a coughing fit, a hand on his throat.

 

 

 

 

Techno reacted before his brain reminded him that the teen in front of him just tried to kill him. The piglin hybrid quickly moved Tommy's arms up and above his head to help open his airways, the teen giving him a choked off growl. He didn't care as long as Tommy was able to breathe properly.

 

 

 

 

"Foolish what's happening to him?!" Techno questions urgently.

 

 

 

 

Foolish was calm as he pulled out an inhaler from his pocket. "Dream, do you have his spacer?" He asks as he crouches down to Tommy's height.

 

 

 

 

Dream quickly walked over and pulled the spacer out of his inventory. Once Foolish had the spacer he connected it to the inhaler and helped Tommy use it before he could pass out. "His lungs aren't the best right now so he needs to use this to help him." He stated calmly even as his hands began to shake. "There we go. I'm going to take you to the white house ok? You need some rest and we need to patch you-or you could run away."

 

 

 

 

Foolish frowns as Tommy ran past him and down the stage. "He's going to give himself another asthma attack." Dream frowns as he watches Tommy hug an excited Sapnap.

 

 

 

 

"Watch him for me?" Foolish asks as he holds out the inhaler and spacer.

 

 

 

 

"Will do. But if you get him back hopped up on sugar don't blame me." Dream smirks behind his mask and runs over to Tommy. "Come on kid! Let's go see your dad! He put in a fish tank for you to watch!"

 

 

 

 

Techno watched Tommy look at Dream then at the Sapnap before seeming to growl at the masked man as he hugged the youngest Skephalo again. "He loves Sapnap." Foolish chuckles softly before slapping Techno on the back, reminding the man of the slash from before. 

 

 

 

 

Techno groans in pain as he falls to his knees, the adrenaline having left his body as he finally felt the blood going down his back. "Fuck you." Techno grunts out in pain.

 

 

 

 

"Language." Bad huffed as he held out a regen potion. 

 

 

 

 

"Right, frick you." Techno huffs back as he takes the potion.

 

 

 

 

"Better." Bad smiled as Techno gulped down the potion.

 

 

 

 

Foolish sighs as he looks down at Techno, a mixture of hurt, disappointment and anger shining in his eyes. "Techno, we need to have a nice, long talk about a certain someone."

 

 

 

 

"Fuck yeah we do." Techno growls, glaring at Foolish. "Why the hell is-?"

 

 

 

 

Techno didn't get to say much else since Foolish punched him hard across the face, effectively knocking him out cold. The last thing he heard before everything went dark was Phil calling out for him before he too was knocked out cold.

 

 

 

---

 

 

 

Tommy looked around the wooden boardwalk he was on, following behind his uncle. It'd been a little while since he'd been there and a lot had changed. There were a few new buildings, floating letters that said "cry" that he honestly thought was funny and what looked like a burger joint with Puffys' face on it.

 

 

 

 

His stomach gurgled loudly at the thought of food. "You hungry back there?" Dream called back, stopping to turn around.

 

 

 

 

Tommy nodded once as he placed a hand on his stomach. "Alright, let's get you a burger." Dream made his way towards the restaurant they had just passed with Tommy right behind him. "So first day as an official member and you've already beaten Technoblade in a fight! You've certainly gotten stronger."

 

 

 

 

Tommy nodded as he sped up his steps a bit so he was beside his Uncle, the masked man a bit faster than him. "Speak." Dream stated firmly, sparing the teen a glance.

 

 

 

 

"Thank you. I've learned from the best." Tommy replied to the earlier compliment, his voice grainy.

 

 

 

 

Dream just nodded as he reached over and gently laid a hand on the back of Tommys' neck. He felt how the muscles in the kid's neck seemed to tense and go stiff as the kid stood as straight as a rod. “Good boy. You remember your place!” Dream smiled behind his mask. “So how was the walk here?”

 

 

 

“F-Fine. Got mobbed by a bunch of people but I didn't hurt any of them except a guy that grabbed my butt.” He mumbled angrily. “Broke his arm.”

 

 

 

Tommy gasps softly when he feels the grip on the back of his neck tighten. Although it wasn't for the reason he thought. He wasn't angry with Tommy, no he was angry with the bastard that dared to touch his nephew.

 

 

 

Tommy felt fear rise up in his chest when he felt the squeeze. This was a thing between him and Dream. Since he, Fundy and Papa Wilbur had moved in with Mama Foolish at about 7 years of age, Dream had taken it upon himself to teach Tommy what kind of touch was good and which ones he needed to avoid so when they were alone Dream would place his hand at the base of his neck in order to show Tommy if he was happy with him or not.

 

 

 

 

Punches? Only Dream could do that to him.

 

 

 

 

Slaps? Only Dream could do that to him.

 

 

 

 

Ripping out his hair? Only Dream could do that to him.

 

 

 

 

Hugs? Only from Dream, Foolish, Wilbur, Ranboo, Tubbo and Fundy.

 

 

 

 

Cuddles? As long as it's platonic until he is 19, Dreams rule, then he can cuddle anyone he wants.

 

 

 

 

Holding hands? Only with family.

 

 

 

 

Hand on his neck? Only Dream and he better pray the man didn't get angry.

 

 

 

 

For the longest time he's thought Dream was a bit unstable but he'd never voice that. He wasn't allowed to. If he was around Dream he had to wait for permission, been that way for years.

 

 

 

 

According to Deo, Luke, Bitzel and Wisp, Dream was a creep and needed to be kept away from Tommy. No matter what he said to convince them otherwise they always brought up how it sounded like Dream was trying to make him into his puppet or something more...sinister.

 

 

 

 

They always pointed out that Tommy was being controlled when he can talk around the man, how he would beat Tommy and say it was ok, how he controlled who and what Tommy touched (that was brought up after Tommy told them that Dream told him he could only hold hands with family, which resulted in him falling off a cliff when his hand slipped) and how he basically controlled Tommy's whole life.

 

 

 

 

So what if Dream called him every night to remind him that he was the only one that cared about him for the two years they were apart or that he told him when he could eat or drink? So what if Dream told him to listen to the voices? So what if Dream would threaten to break his neck if he misbehaved? So what if he controlled his clothing choices? He was just being a good Uncle!

 

 

 

 

….right?

 

 

 

 

"TOMMY!"

 

 

 

 

Tommy flinched when Dream yelled into his sensitive ear. He ended up falling off the wooden path and onto his butt in the grass below it. "You weren't paying attention." The older man growled lowly. "You know I don't like repeating myself."

 

 

 

 

"I'm sorry." Tommy replied quickly.

 

 

 

 

"Shut up and let's go. If I don't feed you, those idiots will team up to kill me." Dream huffed. 

 

 

 

 

Tommy grit his teeth as he stood up and rushed the man, grabbing him by his throat and held him up in the air. The man let out a shocked gasp as he struggled to be free and breathe. "Don't you ever call my drift members "idiot's" again or I will fucking tear your heart out of your chest and eat it in front of you." Tommy growled, his scleras turning black.

 

 

 

 

Dream gulped and just nodded, scratching at Tommy's wrist. He'd forgotten how protective Tommy is of his "drift" after so long of not seeing him. Once he was dropped he fell to the ground and took deep, greedy gulps of air.

 

 

 

 

Looking up at Tommy he makes a mental note to look up Piglins in his old mob books. They may have information he may need in order to control his puppe-nephew.

 

 

 

 

Slowly standing up he notices that Tommy's eyes were back to normal as the kid looked around at all the things and buildings around him. Dream wanted nothing more than to knock the kid on his ass for choking him but that thought was quickly snuffed out when the kid looked at him, a curious look in his eyes. "Can I get married?" He suddenly asks, his head tilting curiously. 

 

 

 

 

Well...that was sudden. 

 

 

 

 

"What?" Dream asks in confusion.

 

 

 

 

The kid had gone psycho twice in one day and now he was asking stupid questions and acting like he hadn't just tried to choke him. Maybe he whacked him too hard with that golf club four years ago. "Tubbo and Ranboo have been talking about marriage. So can I get married?" Tommy asks again.

 

 

 

 

Why was he talking about those two...oh. Wait. "...no. You're too young." Dream quickly says as he finally caught on to why the teen would be asking something like this.

 

 

 

 

"Tubbo is 17 and Ranboo is 19." Tommy explains with a frown. "How aren't they too young?"

 

 

 

 

Dream wanted to strangle the kid for talking back to him but the small throb in his neck reminded him that the boy was getting more unhinged and that he needed to fix that before the kids next beat down. "Just shut up. I said no so that is that." Dream growls. "You are never getting married unless I say so, am I clear?"

 

 

 

 

Tommy shrunk back at that as he nodded. "Good lad. Now come on." Dream grabbed Tommy's wrist and started dragging him to McPuffys.

 

 

 

 

He needed to nip the kids' affection towards Tubbo and Ranboo in the bud as fast as he could. Ender, he never should've let him have friends.

 

 

 

 

---

 

 

 

 

Tubbo looked down at his communicator with a frown. It'd been nearly half an hour since they got Wilbur to the safety of the white house and everyone was beginning to worry over the younger boy they'd left to fight The Blood God.

 

 

 

 

"That kid should've been here by now." Schlatt frowns, pulling a pack of cigarettes out from his pocket.

 

 

 

 

"Maybe he got distracted by some cows again?" Ranboo frowns as he watches the doors closely. "Or he found some fish? You know he likes to watch them to calm down."

 

 

 

 

Fundy frowns, tilting his hat down a bit as he leaned against the wall. He was growing worried over his brother but he knew he was strong enough to protect himself. "He did look really pissed." He spoke up.

 

 

 

 

"Well Techno did try to attack Wilbur." Schlatt frowns. "You know how much of a daddy's boy he is."

 

 

 

 

Tubbo, Ranboo and Fundy nod in agreement. It'd been like that for eight years and they honestly didn't see how being apart for two years would've changed that. "I just hope he's not with Dream." Tubbo sighs as he places his communicator on the table in front of him.

 

 

 

 

The room grew quiet at the mention of Dream being alone with Tommy. None of them liked the idea of those two being alone. "If he knows what's good for him, he'll keep his hands off Tommy." Fundy grumbles, idly looking for his sword in his inventory as he takes his place at the table. "Why do I have so much dirt in my inventory…?"

 

 

 

 

Ranboo chuckles softly, seemingly amused. But if you knew the enderman hybrid well enough you'd notice how stiff his posture had gotten and how his tail was flicking the air slowly. "Maybe we should call Tommy?" He suggests.

 

 

 

 

"Already did." Everybody turned towards Wilbur, who had been keeping quiet at the end of the large table they sat at. "They're walking back from Puffys burger place. Apparently there was a malfunction and the machine that cooks the food ended up giving them a lot more food than they ordered and they didn't have the inventory space for it all."

 

 

 

 

"Think they'll share?" Fundy asks with a smirk.

 

 

 

 

"If Dream won't, Tommy will." Tubbo smiles as he fixes the red bandana on his wrist. "He likes to share with us."

 

 

 

 

Wilbur folds his hands in front of his mouth, elbows on the table. "That's because he thinks we're his drift." He thought with a small smile. "He'll do anything to ensure our safety and happiness. Even if it means killing a certain pig."

 

 

 

 

Wilbur was brought out of his thoughts as the doors opened and his son walked in with his arms full of burgers and little boxes of chicken nuggets. "We hit the motherload!" Dream shouted as he walked in with his own arms full of food.

 

 

 

 

Tommy dropped his food onto the table with a giddy smile. He grabbed a couple burgers and ran over to Wilbur in order to drop the burgers in front of the older man.

 

 

 

 

Wilbur wanted to say no thank you since he wasn't hungry but when he heard the soft 'chuff chuff' coming from his son he just smiled and unwrapped one of the chicken sandwiches he was given. "Thank you Tommy." He smiles gently.

 

 

 

 

He watches Tommy pull more food out of his inventory and place it down before settling in a seat between Ranboo and Tubbo. Taking a peek around the table Wilbur chuckles softly at the sight of the teens' tails intertwined. Since they found Ranboo a few years back the two could always be found with their tails intertwined with bright smiles and happy laughs.

 

 

 

 

Wilbur had actually looked it up as to why the two do it and got a pleasant surprise.

 

 

 

 

When a Baby Piglin finds somebody they like they will often intertwine their tail with the other or wrap their tail around the person's leg as a sign of affection, similar to how a goat will knock heads with another goat or how foxes will groom each other, and so they know the other has not strayed away from them.

 

 

 

 

"Tommy! Stop!" Ranboo laughs as Tommy leaned towards him, biting at the air when he wasn't able to get Ranboos' chicken nugget. "It's my nugget!"

 

 

 

 

Wilbur snickered as he watched Tommy attempt to get the nugget. "Tommy." Dream frowned.

 

 

 

 

Tommy immediately sat back down in his seat and nibbled at his burger. "Sorry." Tommy mumbled.

 

 

 

 

Wilbur glared at Dream as the man ate his food. If he had looked away and at the others at the table he would've seen that Schlatt, Tubbo, Fundy and Ranboo were also glaring at the man as they ate. "Tommy! Come here!" Schlatt calls out as he wipes his hands on a napkin.

 

 

 

 

Tommy slowly stood up and untangled his and Ranboos' tails. Once they were untangled he walked over to Schlatt curiously. "Yes?" Tommy asks softly.

 

 

 

 

"How'd it feel to beat up Technoblade?" Schlatt asks with a grin. "You know you did fuck up the guy nicknamed 'The Blood God', yeah?"

 

 

 

 

"And my nickname is The God Slayer, what is your point exactly?" Tommy questioned with a cocky smirk that made Schlatt laugh. "But...in all honesty it seemed like a...hollow victory. He refused to fight me even when he could've slammed his axe into my back when I busted the birdman's nose. He even helped during an episode."

 

 

 

 

At that Schlatt lost his smile, leaning forward to give a concerned look to Wilbur who had stopped mid bite at the news of the fight. "He never once laid his hands on me, only letting himself be knocked down and swung at…" Tommy frowns. "He even was going to let me cut him down had it not been for Uncle Bad stepping in the way."

 

 

 

 

The room grew quiet. "Tommy. Sit down and eat before it gets cold. There's nothing more gross than cold fries." Dream piped up as he wiped his mouth.

 

 

 

 

"School chi-fries." Tommy replies with a smirk. "They're soggy yet stiff, grey yet yellow and not even ketchup can save them."

 

 

 

 

Dream shivered in disgust at the mental image. "Touche." He chuckles.

 

 

 

 

Tommy went to sit down but Schlatt grabbing his hand stopped him. He felt something being passed to him before he was released. Frowning, he makes it back to his seat only stopping to steal a nugget from Tubbo. Sitting down he places the item in his inventory to look at later before beginning to eat again.

 

 

 

 

"So, Tommy!" Tubbo calls out, wanting to fill the tense silence. "Now that you're here, where are you gonna live? There's like a bunch of different houses you can move into while you build your own house. I know Bad would want his muffin tester back."

 

 

 

 

"He's going to live with me." Dream spoke up, drawing a glare from Tubbo. "That way I can keep an eye on him if the voices get to be to much."

 

 

 

 

"Don't you think that should be his decision Dream?" Ranboo asks, his normal shy demeanor temporarily missing and replaced with a ticked off attitude.

 

 

 

 

"Uh...no." Dream replied, taking a sip from his drink he just pulled from his inventory. "He needs somebody to watch him and he's still a kid so he's living with me. That's final."

 

 

 

 

"Then we can watch him if you're just worried about him being alone or dealing with the voices by himself." Ranboo frowns as he crosses his arms. "Plus that argument about him being too young is invalid. I can give you four reasons why."

 

 

 

 

Dream frowns as he looks at Ranboo. "Oh really? What would those reasons be?" He asks, his anger starting to rise.

 

 

 

 

"Hannah, Purpled, Tubbo, myself." Ranboo states matter of factly. "We all have lived by ourselves at one point and we're fine."

 

 

 

 

"Plus if you were really worried about his safety and mental health then shouldn't he go live with one of his parents?" Tubbo questions.

 

 

 

 

"I said he is living wit-" "I want to live with Tubbo and Ranboo."

 

 

 

 

Dream and Wilbur look at Tommy as he speaks up. "What?" Dream asks with a frown.

 

 

 

 

"I said I want to live with Tubbo and Ranboo. At least until I make my bastion." Tommy hums, putting his burger down.

 

 

 

 

"Your bastion?" Dream asks in confusion. "What is wrong with you? Are your instincts acting up again?"

 

 

 

 

"No. It's just a project I want to work on." Tommy frowns in thought. "My real home will be a dome so I can watch the stars at night without having to worry about Phantoms but the over world bastion will be my pet project."

 

 

 

 

Dream frowns. What was wrong with Tommy? Why was he suddenly disobeying him? Did he need to punish Tommy again? He did have TNT on him.

 

 

 

 

"Dream."

 

 

 

 

Dream looked up and frowned at the look Tommy was giving him. "Thank you for the offer but I will be staying with my friends." Tommy spoke in a soft voice, a hand on his throat.

 

 

 

 

"Whatever." Dream frowns as he bites into his burger again. "Do what you want brat."

 

 

 

 

Wilbur glanced at Dream then to his son, something not settling right in his stomach. He needed to keep an eye on them.

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Chapter 3: Nightmares

Summary:

Ok, I lied. I reread the chapter from last story and decided to use most of that.

I promise next chapter will be new.

“And this will be your room.”

 

Tommy watches as Schlatt opens the door to a simple looking room, not too big but not too small either. There was a red and white bed pressed against a wall, a footlocker at the end of his bed that already had stickers all over it, a empty bookcase by his door, an armor stand for his cape by the window and a desk pressed into the corner with his old laptop already set up on the top.

 

Walking in he sets his boxes down and uses a claw to slice the tape open. 

 

“Thank you again Uncle.” He says over his shoulder while pulling out his duffle bag from his inventory. “I really appreciate this.”

 

“No problem kiddo. If you need anything just holler ok?” The ram hybrid smiled warmly. “It's good to see you again by the way. We all missed you.”

 

Tommy turns towards him with a stack of leather sketchbooks in hand and smiles softly. “Thanks. I've missed you guys too. I'm sorry I didn't come to visit. Those Arctic bastards kept me and the boys busy.”

 

Schlatt chuckled and shook his head. “Yeah, I'd imagine so with what you said in your letters.” He smiled. “Well I'm gonna go pick up my new suit from the tailor but Toby is in his room…doing something while laughing maniacally.”

 

The blonde teen laughed as he placed his sketchbooks on the desktop. Walking back to the box he pulled out his pencil box and went to place it on top of the sketchbooks but he was stopped by a knock on his window. 

 

Looking over he inwardly frowned when he saw Dream, George and Sapnap standing outside it. Placing the pencil box back in the box and opened the window. “Hello.” He says softly. “What are you lot doing here?” 

 

“We wanted to come see how you were doing.” George says with a frown. “You just saw your grandad and uncle again for the first time in ten years.”

 

Tommy sighs and looks behind him and at the doorway before looking back at them. “Look, I'm fine. But you should leave before Tubbo gets up in arms. I believe he still doesn't trust you after the war.” He says with a frown.

 

“Last time I checked I was Admin of this server.” Dream hissed. “So I don't care if he's still bitchy about-” “We lost Dream, get over it already.” George interrupts.

 

“Even after bribing Eret.” Sapnap frowned.

 

Dream deflated and sighed. “Whatever.” He huffed before looking at Tommy. “Look, just tell us if you're ok or not and we'll leave until tonight.”

 

Gripping the windowsill, Tommy nods even as his sharp claws scratched the wood of the window. “I'm fine.” He says in a stressed voice. “I just…I just want to punch them. They abandoned us then they dare to show their faces here?”

 

Sapnap frowned and pulled something out of his inventory and held it out to him. “So then why do you wear these then?” He says as he holds out the boy's red and white bucket hat and his golden crown.

 

Snatching the items from the black haired man he growled lowly at him before he slammed his window open and closed the blinds. Stomping over to his boxes he tosses his hat and crown onto his bed.

 

Pulling out the rest of his art stuff he tosses them onto his bed then sighs. 

 

“Let's go guys, leave him to be a hypocrite.” He heard Dream say which instantly made him mad.

 

Standing up he rushed to his window and opened it and the blinds roughly. Glaring down at the men with shining red eyes he bared his teeth down at the smiley bitch.

 

“Wanna say that again you lime green bitch boy who claimed he'd never hurt family but caused an entire war, killed his nephew when he was fucking nine.” He hissed. “And for your fucking information I wear the crown because I won it at MCC and I wear the hat because Dad made it for me.”

 

Slamming the window closed he knew he was going to regret it later but he could care less right now. 

 

Going to his box he pulls out a picture of himself as a baby sleeping in Wilburs arms, the man looking down at him lovingly. Smiling softly he puts it on his desk and walks back to his boxes.

 

Pulling out a few books he sighs. “It's not nice to eavesdrop Tubs, Boo.” He calls out as he slips the books into the bookcase.

 

A second later Tubbo and Ranboo walk in holding a bowl of popcorn, both looking slightly guilty but also proud.

 

Slipping more books into the bookcase he looks up at them. “Why do you have popcorn?” He asks as he sniffs the air. “With melted Flake bars on it?”

 

“Well…since it's your birthday, we thought we could have a childhood movie marathon with all your favorite snacks!” Ranboo smiles. “What do you say?”

 

Tommy thought about it for a moment, wanting to say no because he had to unpack, but the hopeful look on their faces made him sigh fondly. “As long as we can watch Trolls.”

 

“Ew, cringe.” Tubbo huffs before he is elbowed by Ranboo. “But ok! Now come on before the ice cream melts!”

 

Chuckling, Tommy stands and hugs his friends for a second before tugging on both of their toes making them gag. “That's for dissing Poppy!” He calls out as he runs to Tubbos’ room.

 

He could hear Tubbo racing after him but he quickly slipped under his bed and waited. As soon as he saw his foot he grabbed him by the ankle making him scream like a bitch and dumped the popcorn.

 

Oh how he missed his friends. 

 

Climbing out he laughs and tackles the brunette. 

 

“You scream like a silverfish just crawled up your leg.” He smirks while twirling a piece of his slightly curly hair with his finger. 

 

Tubbo flushed in embarrassment and made Tommy laugh as he got off his friend.

 

Pulling off his cape he gestures to Tubbos’ bed. The two get the idea and grab the snacks from the floor and hop into the bed. Once they were settled he wrapped them up in the material then sat on the floor…until he was being dragged up onto the bed and placed between the two.

 

“There. Now you're right where you belong.” Ranboo smiles, making Tommy smile slightly.

 

“So! We got Shrek up first then Shrek 2 then it's Oliver and Company then Up and then…Trolls.” Tubbo rolled his eyes.

 

“Sounds good to me.” Tommy says while using his tail to scoop up some popcorn off the floor.

 

Leaning against the smaller of his two friends he smiles as his long hair is petted gently and the movie starts.

 

He missed this so much.

 

---

 

Looking out the window and towards Schlatts house, Wilbur pulls out a pair of binoculars and looked out to where Tubbo was being chased by Tommy, both boys covered in popcorn and juice stains on their shirts.

 

Chuckling he puts the binoculars away in his desk before frowning slightly.

 

“Techno knows now.” He thought to himself. “I should've fucking hid him! What is wrong with me?!”

 

Because he was petty, because he was vengeful he revealed Tommy to Techno and Phil. Their relationship was already strained since he became the president of L'Manburg and now he had a feeling it's only gonna get worse.

 

He was just so...so...so mad! Techno and Phil had done what they'd always done to him to Tommy. A small child who would wake up screaming for his daddy to chase away his nightmares or ask Wilbur when the pink haired man would come back.

 

They left him behind just to go on another stupid adventure. So of course Wilbur took up the fatherly role for Tommy, of course he would become protective and resentful towards his father and brother when Tommy told him he heard voices when he was sad. Of course he'd move them out of the house so full of memories of Techno and Phil.

 

It was only right to give Tommy a new start, a better beginning!

 

But...Wilbur couldn't help the feeling of guilt in his chest when he remembered how Tommy looked down at Techno in utter confusion and how when he called Tommy while they were at Puffys' the boy talked so excitedly about how there was another piglin hybrid, how he could have a friend like him.

 

A knock on his door pulled his attention away from his darkening thoughts. "Come in." He calls out as he takes his seat at his desk.

 

The doors swung open and in walked Punz and Purpled, both decked out in their netherite armour decorated in diamonds, gold and emeralds and clutching onto tridents. Professional as always.

 

"Welcome you two." Wilbur smiles kindly as Quackity and Schlatt walk into the office and take their places on either side of Wilbur.

 

"Why did you call us here?" Punz questions, crossing their arms over their chest.

 

"I require your services." Wilbur states as he watches the siblings body language.

 

He could immediately tell Purpled was a bit uncomfortable with the way he was slowly swaying side to side. "And what exactly needs to be done?" Punz asks impatiently.

 

Wilbur frowns as he looks up at Punz. "Impatient are we?" He asks as he leans back in his chair, crossing one leg over his other. "Take a seat gentlemen."

 

Punz and Purpled looked at each other but cautiously sat in the cushy seats in front of Wilburs desk. "Would you two like anything to drink? Soda, whiskey, water, juice?" Wilbur asks with a gentle smile.

 

"I'm fine." Punz quickly states.

 

"Purpled?" Wilbur asks the teen mercenary.

 

"Soda, in the can please." Purpled replied before he was elbowed in the side by Punz. "Ow!"

 

Quackity chuckles as he heads to the small bar that had been set up in Wilburs office to get the soda.

 

"You didn't answer my question Wil-Mr. President." Punz quickly says.

 

Wilbur chuckles and places his elbow on his chair's armrest. Leaning his cheek on his palm he waits until Quackity comes back with the soda to talk. 

 

"You see Punz, Purpled I want to let you into a little family secret that if you tell anybody, no matter how much they pay you, I will hunt you down and take each and every one of your lives myself." Wilbur spoke in a dark voice, his eyes changing from their calming brown to a bright, near glowing red.

 

Purpled glances at Punz who seemed to tense up slightly. "What might this secret be Mr. President?" Punz questions, his grip on his trident getting tighter.

 

Wilbur glances at Schlatt who nods and walks to the window with the binoculars. "Still outside but now Toby is chasing Fundy and Tommy and Ranboo are making flower crowns." He calls out.

 

Wilbur nods and stands up from his seat. Walking to an Enderchest next to one of his filing cabinets he takes a calming breath. Opening the chest he pulls out a stack of papers before walking to his desk again but he doesn't seat himself.

 

"These are drawings Tommy made as a child." Wilbur spoke in a bit of a strained voice as he pulled a file folder from the stack.

 

Punz and Purpled shared a look before sitting forward to have a look at the pictures. The first looked very childish, just some stick figures of different colors.

 

"That is from the morning of his sixth birthday." Wilbur frowns as he places down another piece of paper. "This is from his seventh."

 

Punz frowned deeply at the sight of a drawing of a red child stick figure chasing after a tall pink one. 

 

"Then his eighth." Wilbur placed another paper down. "This is about where he started to get into art to help him with therapy after we found him digging his claws into his own neck."

 

Purpled felt slightly sick when he saw old and dried blood stains on the paper that had a drawing of a man with pink hair that started to look like Techno but above the man, written in red crayon, the word "WHO?" was in place.

 

"Nineth."

 

Wilbur placed a drawing of the pink haired man down, now in a slight manga like style, but there were no eyes or nose, just a slightly upturned mouth.

 

"Tenth."

 

Another picture but this time the drawing was much more realistic. This time the man was no longer just a head and neck but a half body and he was holding a child with bright golden hair in his lap. The man's face was heavily X'd out this time.

 

"Eleventh."

 

The same man but with much less detail as if the artist was growing to forget parts of the person they were drawing. But the man was in the same realistic style but now wearing Technoblades signature clothing.

 

"Twelfth, thirteenth, fourteenth and fifteenth."

 

Wilbur placed four more papers down but this time the man in the first two (Twelfth and Thirteenth) had scribbles all over it and the word "WHO?" in red pen all over them.

 

While the last two (fourteenth and fifteenth) were pictures of Tommy with Tubbo, Ranboo and Fundy and a picture Tommy with his family (Tubbo, Ranboo, Fundy, Schlatt, Quackity, Wilbur, Foolish, Dream, a girl wearing dreams mask and Puffy).

 

The difference between the last two pictures and the others were very apparent. The last two seemed to have been colored in so carefully and delicately that it looked like a lot of time went into the drawings.

 

"Is...Is Tommy ok?" Purpled asked softly.

 

Wilbur sighs softly as Quackity looks away as if in thought. "No. No he's not." The brunette spoke in a soft voice, starting to put the drawings away.

 

"You're not his real father are you?" Punz questions.

 

"No I'm not." Wilbur confesses, shocking Quackity and Schlatt. "I'm Tommy's uncle but he started to call me dad when he was nine and I just never corrected him."

 

"We saw his tusks during the fight at the stage. He's a piglin hybrid, like Techno." Purpled spoke softly. "Is he...were those drawings of…?"

 

"Techno is Tommy's real father and yes those drawings were of him or what Tommy managed to remember of him. Sometime after his thirteenth birthday he seemed to remember less and less of Techno until one day when I mentioned him to Foolish and Tommy was in the room Tommy just asked who Techno was." Wilbur sighs. "We took him to the doctors and found out that he had essentially forgotten everything about Techno."

 

"They said that he might have "selective amnesia" which could've been the cause." Schlatt spoke up. "I was there when they were explaining everything."

 

Punz shakes his head at the explanation. "So what's overall wrong with him?" He asks, crossing his arms.

 

"He has abandonment issues, depression, anger issues and a few other things not caused by Techno leaving." Quackity spoke up next. "We've all tried so hard to get him to a good point and we don't want Techno to ruin it."

 

"Which is where you two come in." Wilbur pulls out two packets from the stack of papers and places them in front of the blondes.

 

Punz takes his and skims over it. "I want you to guard him from Techno." Wilbur frowns, leaning forward on his desk. "I don't want that idiot to hurt my baby again."

 

Purpled took his and slowly read it over until he got to a part on the first page. "When he says Purple, get him out of whatever situation he's in immediately." Purpled read aloud. "What's that mean?"

 

"That's his bugout word." Wilbur sighs. "It's a word that he'll say if the voices are talking which means you need to distract him or if he is uncomfortable in a situation. Say he gets cornered by Phil or Techno and says it. If that is the case you need to get him away from there as fast as you can."

 

"Voices?" Punz asks with a frown. "What do you mean voices?"

 

Wilbur frowns and looks down at his desk. "Shortly after Techno left, quite literally three hours after, Tommy and Fundy came to my room to tell me what happened. After Techno told Tommy he was leaving, Tommy ran to his room and locked the door. The only one he let inside was Fundy."

 

"Tommy told me that when he gets sad or mad that sometimes he hears voices and sometimes they tell him to do bad things." Wilbur sat down, his eyes getting glassy. "Sometimes they told him to hurt others but mostly to hurt himself."

 

Punz didn't like where this was going. "He hurt himself…didn't he?" He asks cautiously.

 

"Three deep cuts from his own claws on his wrist." Wilbur replied. "Fundy stitched up the wounds after cleaning them. Fundy had managed to stop him before he ripped his own throat open."

 

"Oh gods…" Purpled frowns, leaning back in his chair.

 

"How old was he?" Punz asks, almost afraid of the answer.

 

"Six. Ten years ago today." Wilbur replied.

 

Purpled felt sick at the thought of a child doing that to themselves. "Fuck." Punz frowns.

 

"So you want us to be his bodyguards so if Techno finds him and tries to talk to him then all of that won't happen again?" Purpled asked.

 

"That's the gist of it, yes." Wilbur sighs, leaning back in his seat. "But overall I want him to be safe. You see he has a tendency to start wars and go a bit overboard. Once he started a war with his Business Bay friends against the admins, the literal gods of the server. Do you wanna know why?"

 

Purpled and Punz look at each other before shrugging. "One of the admins kept getting them with a knockback stick and destroyed a few pieces of wheat by accident." Wilbur chuckles.

 

"Wait. He killed a god just because of that?" Punz frowns, already sensing that this will be a hard mission.

 

"Well...the god also killed his friends a few times." Wilbur chuckles again before suddenly becoming serious. "But Tommy...Tommy didn't stop there."

 

"After gaining the nickname, The God Slayer, Tommy decided to go after the other gods in the server and won." Schlatt spoke up. "That's also how he became one of the best PvP-ers too. Once he was old enough to take part in the gladiator fights on different server he racked up over two hundred kills in a fucking month.

 

"We later found out that while he was on SMPEarth the god that attacked his friends had awoken his Piglin instincts. He'd only talk in Piglin, if you didn't have something gold on you he'd attempt to slice you down, he'd go to the nether and stay there for weeks only to come home covered in wounds and carrying gold jewelry meant for his friends and family, ancient debris and even stacks of gold and quartz." Wilbur frowns.

 

"Since none of us knew about Piglin hybrid instincts or which ones he had we couldn't help him." Quackity frowns as he looks over to the two blondes. "He eventually grew out of the instinct to stay in the nether and stayed in the overworld much more often. But his bloodlust never did disappear, only started to come out in certain conditions."

 

"Hurt his family, you're dead." Schlatt smirks.

 

"Hurt his friends, you better pray." Quackity chuckles.

 

"Do anything he doesn't see as a good thing and he will hunt you to the ends of the world." Wilbur spoke with a barely contained smile.

 

Wilbur stood up again, this time he opened his locked desk drawer. He pulls out a photo frame and just chuckles with a fond look on his face. "So, just like his father, if you show him kindness he will repay it ten fold. But if you hurt his friends or betray him, he'll repay it a thousand times over." Wilbur smiled.

 

"So. Will you become his bodyguards while he is here? Just so he doesn't fall back onto the dangerous path he had been walking before?" Quackity asks, laying a contract in front of Punz. "We'll deliver your first payment soon. But for right now we need to focus on the party tonight."

 

"Party…?" Purpled asked softly, his can of soda slightly shaking in his hand.

 

"Tommy's 16th birthday party! It's tonight!" Wilbur smiles. "The whole server is invited! So I expect you boys to be dressed your best and at the Woodland Mansion we cleared out. There's an ice highway leading there just on the outskirts of L'Manburg. When you sign the contract I'll give you a map I made of the interior to a room to Take Tommy if he gets overwhelmed at the party-"

 

"When?" Punz frowns. "You mean if."

 

"No. I mean when, Punz." Wilbur gave the two a creepy grin. "I told you my darkest secret so you will work for me or I'll simply take all three cannon lives from both of you and you'll be nothing more than ghosts."

 

Punz and Purpled shared a look before Punz took a pen that was being held out to him by Schlatt. Quickly signing the contract he glances up to Wilbur to see the man smiling at the same photo frame with a scary glint in his eye.

 

Sliding the contract to Purpled he stands and steps behind his seat to wait. "Good lads. Now off you go! You start tonight. Your first assignment is to watch over Tommy at the party." Wilbur spoke kindly as he took the signed contract from Purpled.

 

Both blondes quickly walk to the door, Punz placing an arm around Purpleds' shoulders in order to move him away from any attack that the higher ups could do. 

 

"Ah yes. And boys?"

 

Punz and Purpled stopped moving.

 

"There's one other thing that you need to know." Wilbur frowns.

 

"That is?" Punz asks quietly.

 

"Never leave Tommy alone with Dream." Wilbur states in a near growl.

 

Purpled and Punz nodded before hurrying out of the office, not taking notice of the masked man that was leaning against the wall near the doors nor did they see the dark grin he gained under his mask.

 

---

 

"DADDY!"

 

Techno ran as fast as he could, the red puddles under him not even moving.

 

"DADDY! HELP!"

 

His lungs felt like they were on fire but he had to keep running. He had to get to his son.

 

"DADDY!"

 

He was calling for him in a voice so full of fear and pain that Techno knew he was running out of time to find his precious son. The voice of the child was bouncing off of stone walls that were starting to turn to obsidian.

 

"Daddy's coming Theseus!" Techno called out as an overwhelming heat threatened to swallow him whole. "Just hold on!"

 

"TECHNO! PHIL! TUBBO!"

 

The voice changed. It was no longer of little 6 year old Tommy but the grainy voice of the 16 year old Theseus. But something was wrong.

 

"SHUT UP!"

 

Dream?

 

"SAM! RANBOO! MOM! SOMEBODY!"

 

Techno grunted as he fell to his knees, having tripped over something. Looking back he sees a trident stuck into the obsidian ground. 

 

"Techno? You're the intruder?!"

 

Looking up he sees Sam, the creeper hybrid looking very dangerous in the glow of the lava he had just walked through.

 

"HELP! PLEASE! HE'S GOING TO KILL ME!"

 

Techno looked away and towards where the screams were coming from. His son needed him. Scrambling to get up he ran and ran for the sound of a fist meeting something fleshy. 

 

"STOP, STOP, STOP! I'M ON ONE HEART!"

 

He ran as fast as he could, his cape billowing behind him as it caught the air. 

 

"YOU NEVER SHOULD'VE DISOBEYED ME TOMMY! I WAS THE ONLY ONE THAT LOVED YOU!"

 

Techno made it to a little room with levers and buttons. Looking to the wall of lava he quickly raced to the buttons, somehow knowing which one to hit. As the wall of lava fell he quickly turned to it.

 

"Theseus! Theseus, I'm here! Daddy's here!" Techno shouted.

 

He stepped forward when he could see across the way. His heart stopped, his blood ran cold, his hands suddenly felt clammy and he felt as if he was going to vomit.

 

There was his boy, his Theseus, his little piglet, bloody and battered, cowering in front of Dream.

 

Dream himself was covered in blood - Theseus' blood - and was holding the sides of Tommy's head.

 

"I SHOULD'VE KILLED YOU THE DAY YOU WERE BORN!"

 

With that Dream slammed the teens head into the wall behind him, a loud and sickening crunch making its way to Techno's ears. The pink haired man fell to his knees, his arms limp at his side as he watched his son's body go still.

 

A scream came from behind him but Techno couldn't look back. His eyes were locked onto the dead body of his son. His son was gone. He didn't make it. He didn't protect him.

 

"When have you ever protected him?"

 

Techno blinked and suddenly he was standing in front of a very familiar bedroom door. It was painted white with small red flowers here and there but at the bottom there were a little group of hand prints. One was green, one was a bright yellow, one was pink, one was orange and the last, smallest hand print, was a brilliant red.

 

"You left him behind. You made him believe you didn't love him by leaving."

 

That was Dreams' voice.

 

Techno felt bile rise up his throat when choked off sobs came from behind the door.

 

"It's your fault he no longer knows who you are."

 

Reaching for the door handle he turns it and pushes open the door only to be met with a dark void.

 

"What…?" Techno whispers.

 

Slowly walking through he lets go of the door and looks around until the sound of the door slamming shut causes him to turn his back to the void. As he gazed in shock at the door that was now just a door with no walls connected to it he didn't see the person forming behind him.

 

"You didn't save him."

 

Techno felt his eyes go wide as the voice of Foolish reached his ears. Quickly turning he sees the man standing a bit away. His normal attire was gone and replaced with a black suit and what Techno believed to be Tommy's cape, his skin was no longer gold but had a slight tan and his hair was no longer a bright golden yellow but as black as the darkest night. His emerald green eyes were now a light brown that held so much sadness and despair.

 

"I trusted you." Foolish whispered. "I trusted you to be a father to our child yet you were never there! You ran away when he was six!"

 

"I didn't want to hurt him!" Techno shouted as another person formed to his left.

 

"Oh please, you know as well as anybody that they would never make you hurt Tommy. They loved him as much as you did."

 

Turning to the new voice Techno felt his anger grow at the sight of his traitorous twin. "You." He growled. "You stole my son!"

 

"Hardly." Wilbur frowned, crossing his arms.

 

Techno frowns when he realises that Wilbur wasn't wearing his normally bright yellow jumper or his faded jeans and beanie. He was instead in a black hoodie and black pants with a red and white rose in his hair.

 

"You don't deserve to have him call you father after you abandoned him!"

 

Techno turned to his right when he heard a new voice he didn't believe he'd heard before.

 

Standing to the right of him was a teen girl with dirty blonde hair standing in front of Captain Puffy. Both were wearing the same long black dress and low heeled shoes. But what stuck out to him was the teen girl's mask that looked to be a replica of the murders mask.

 

"It's your fault he's dead." Puffy spoke up, voice dripping with venom.

 

Techno shook his head as he covered his ears and squeezed his eyes shut. He didn't want to hear this. He needed to find his son's body. He needed to find-

 

Suddenly the ground shifted and Techno felt his head getting wet. Slowly opening his eyes he looks up to see himself standing in front of something, leaning heavily on what he could barely see to be an old battle axe decorated in carefully carved flowers and enchantments on the blade. Rain was falling heavily as not too far away Foolish was sobbing into Wilburs' chest.

 

"I'm sorry Theseus...I mean Tommy." The other him whispered as a purple Allium formed between his fingers. "Ranboo said you liked this flower. I hope he wasn't pulling something on me."

 

As the other him bent down to gently lay the flower down Techno felt a scream rip it's way out of his throat as his eyes set upon a tombstone that read;

 

'Tommy Theseus Watson

 

You can finally have peace

 

xxxx - xxxx’

 

---

 

Techno sat up from his bed with a loud, pain filled scream. His hand was outstretched as if he was going to grab something but nothing was in front of him. Panting he looks around himself, not recognizing the room he was in.

 

Slowly calming down he slid off the bed and looked around.

 

The walls were painted a pastel red and had birch wood shelves with photo frames sat on top along with multiple action figures and a small lump under what looked like a handkerchief.

 

Looking beside the bed he saw that there was a bedside table with a drawer with papers sticking out and a copy of “The Art of War” sitting innocently on the table top. Picking it up he brings it to his nose to see if he could smell who it belonged to but just got a nose full of dust.

 

Sneezing he puts the book down.

 

Wiping at his face he sighs and stands. Slowly walking around the room he couldn't help but smile at the posters of himself and Phil that were hung on the walls, door and a beat up looking plushie of Phil with more patches than original materials sitting on a stool at the end of the bed.

 

Gently lifting it up he rubbed the material of the Yukata and frowned slightly. It felt rough and not from age. It felt like it was…was it? Was it the original prototype that they had sent Tommy for his seventh birthday?

 

Putting the plush down he walked to a corner that had a house shaped kids pop up tent with fairy lights wrapped around it set up. Touching the wall he bent down and looked inside to see two pillows set up inside, one that had claw marks ripped into it, and had a few old looking stuffed animals but one stood out.

 

Crawling into the tent he didn't hear the door opening behind him. Picking up the stuffed animal he felt his hand shake at the sight of Rocky, Tommy's first ever stuffed animal. Slowly bringing it to his ear he gave it a shake and was greeted with a soft rattle from inside its belly.

 

Tears formed in his eyes as he held the stuffie close to his heart. “Rocky…” He whispered.

 

Aww look at the pig crying over his mistakes

 

That's all Tommy ever was

 

And ever will be

 

He held us back

 

It's his own fault you left

 

If he was a better son and not gotten in the way then maybe you could've stayed

 

“SHUT UP!” Techno shouted, startling the person outside the tent. “HE WASN'T AND ISN'T A MISTAKE! HE'S THE BEST THING THAT EVER HAPPENED TO ME!”

 

Then why did you come here rather than return home?

 

“Techno?”

 

Jumping, Techno looks out and sees a pair of jean clad legs and black socks. He slowly climbed out but when he did he wanted to go straight back in when he saw it was Foolish.

 

“Get up. We need to talk.” The golden skinned man hissed. “And drop Rocky. You have no right to hold him.”

 

Looking down at the stuffed animal he takes a deep breath before gently laying him against the clawed pillow. Standing up he dusts himself off and looks down at the man that's technically his baby momma.

 

“I-” “Shut it. I'm not the only one that needs to talk to you. Come on.” Foolish interrupts as he walks out the room, leaving Techno standing there a bit dumbfounded.

 

Foolish never spoke like that to him before. He must be in real deep shit.

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Chapter 4: Fearful encounters

Summary:

Be cautious, there's a lot of fighting in this chapter along with SH.

But this chapter is all original, I hope you enjoy!

Sighing, Tommy placed the last stuffed animal on his bed and smiled slightly. “My room is finally done.” He says softly before standing from his bed and looks around his complete room.

 

He didn't have much to bring in but it looked…nice. He'd have to make a few changes like the glass in his window since he could barely see the frosted glass that was there and put a rug under his desk but it was his.

 

There was a small shoe stand that held his trainers and dress shoes right beside his dresser, he had up his Sweeney Todd poster right above the dresser, his armor stand already held his cape and what he was going to wear tomorrow, his stuffed animals cluttered his bed even if it was just a large Stitch plush, a bean bag kitten and two greyhound plushies he named Betty and Walter.

 

He had a bookshelf full of his favorite books, except his Art of War special edition but he thinks he left that at his mums. 

 

He even had his “Youtooz” of Philza Watson and The Blade tucked behind said books so he wouldn't get yelled at but he had his Dream, George, Sapnap and Wilbur figures out on display. Their boxes were a bit dusty from being in storage but they were still fine.

 

Hopping back onto his bed he sighs at how soft it was on his aching back, the plush material conforming to his figure. Curling into a ball he felt the chuffs start up and his tail wag. Taking a deep breath he relaxed as the smell of lavender reached his nose. Sitting up he sighs softly as he takes in having his own space again.

 

He loved his other friends but they sucked at giving him privacy.

 

Peeking down at his foot locker he smiled mischievously as he crawled to the bottom of the bed and opened it to reveal a plethora of snacks he'd stocked up on at the Poundland he found in little Britain and the Daiso he found on his way out on Hypixel. Pulling out a curly wurly he happily took a bite of his favorite chocolate and took out a bag of Walkers cheddar and onion.

 

Standing he quickly went to join his friends in the other room when he heard Schlatt talking to them. 

 

“I don't care if you don't want to wear a suit Toby, you don't want to anger Wilbur and lose access to Tommy do you?” He hears his uncle say in a scolding tone.

 

He attempted to get closer but he was stopped by Quackity and Wilbur.

 

“Toms! How's my sunshine doing on his big day?” The brunette asks as he walks over when he sees the chocolate he'd been eating. “Ooo! Can I have a bite?”

 

Tommy momentarily forgot about what he heard and nodded, holding it out he bounced from foot to foot as the man took a bite. When he handed it back the man smiled.

 

“Yes Tommy, I'll brush your hair for you.” He says softly, pulling Tommy into a hug.

 

“Daaaddd…” He whined but was gently shushed by the older brunette.

 

“Just let Papa have this piglet. It's been so long since I've been able to hold you.” He hears the man say as his ear pressed against his heart, the steady rhythm making him feel calmer than ever.

 

Papa!

 

Papa Wilby always gets huggy after you guys have been away from each other.

 

Well he's the same way with Fundy.

 

Wait, is he getting his hair brushed?

 

Pog!

 

That means it's story time!

 

Tommy felt his tail going a mile a minute as he held onto his father, his eyes closing as he relaxed into the hug. 

 

“First, let's get you into some more comfortable clothes.” He hears Wilbur say while pulling on the back of his dress shirt.

 

“Actually, Mr. President, Tommy needs to go to Foolishs’ house. Remember? The menu?” Quackity spoke up, making Tommy jump.

 

“Huh? Oh, right.” Wilbur said with a frown in his voice. “Come on love, let's go see mama.”

 

Tommy smiles and takes his father's hand in his. 

 

“Did you…I think you grew an inch since I last saw you.” The elder Soot frowns.

 

“I did?” Tommy frowns as he looks up at the man but then looks down. “Oh! No, it's my shoes I think. Umma bought me these when I lost one of my boots to a mudslide on SMPEarth.”

 

“What?! Are you ok?! Were you hurt?!” Wilbur asks as he immediately gets onto a knee to look Tommy over.

 

He started gently turning his face and gasped at the small chunk of ear that was missing from the blondes ear that had been hidden by his long hair then started to investigate more of him, flipping his hands and rolling up his pant leg.

 

On his leg he found a still healing wound that looked to be stitched but also a little infected since the skin around it was starting to turn red. Gently rubbing his thumb against it he stopped when his son flinched back in pain.

 

Standing he went to check Tommy's arms but was immediately stopped by the teen. “Dad!” He shouted, making Quackity jump. “I’m fine. I promise.”

 

Wilbur gave him a searching look before pulling him into a tight hug. “Don't you ever hide that you're hurt from me again, do you understand me young man?” He whispered sadly to the boy.

 

“Yes father.” Tommy whispered. “I'm sorry.”

 

“Right after you see your mother you are going straight to the Doctors office. Understood?”

 

“Yes sir…” Tommy sighed, not at all excited to see a doctor.

 

“Good boy.” Wilbur smiled, ruffling the teens hair making Tommy laugh.

 

“Dad! Not the hair!” He grins as the man continues to mess with his hair.

 

“Hey I'm gonna brush it anyway so-” Wilbur stopped mid sentence and even stopped moving so Tommy looked up at him in curiosity but he flinched at the look of horror on the man's face.

 

“Father…?” He asks softly, worried about the man.

 

Wilbur blinked and smiled reassuringly. “Tommy, baby, do you know what hair dye is?” The man asks softly.

 

“Hair dye…?”

 

---

 

SMACK!

 

Grunting, Phil held his stinging face. He supposed he deserved that.

 

Looking up at who'd slapped him he frowned as their snarling face filled his view.

 

“That's for leaving.” Fundy hissed in a low tone. “And this-”

 

Crying out in pain when his grandson ripped out some of his feathers with a clawed hand, Phil brought his wing close to his body.

 

“Is for not even once asking about Tommy.” Fundy continued before tossing down the bloody feathers in his grasp.

 

“Fundy, enough.” Foolish said softly. “Come help with the stew please.”

 

“Yes sir.” The fox hybrid huffed as he walked to the sink to wash his hands.

 

Holding his slowly bleeding wing, Phil looked over to the doorway when he heard Techno come back from the living room with a bandage over his right eye and around his neck. 

 

“Count yourself lucky you got hit by Fundy. Foolish packs a mean punch.” Techno muttered as he sat down in a chair beside Phil.

 

Phil sighed and looked up at Foolish who was stirring a pot on the stove with a focused look on his face. “How…How old is he now? Tommy I mean.” He asks softly over the sound of boiling pots and chopping of carrots.

 

The chopping stopped and a soft growl came from Fundys way.

 

“He's turning sixteen today.” Foolish frowned. “So we're throwing him a birthday party that neither of you are allowed to attend.”

 

“WHAT?!” Techno shouts, standing up. “HE'S MY FUCKING SON!”

 

“YES, A SON THAT YOU ABANDONED!” Foolish shouted back. “OR DID YOU FORGET THAT TODAY IS THE TENTH ANNIVERSARY OF THE DAY YOU LEFT HIM HIGH AND DRY!”

 

Techno flinched back at that and balled his hands into fists. “It was either leave or risk hurting him. Why can't you see that?!”

 

Foolish turned away from the pot and fully on Techno. He got in his face as he spoke his next words. 

 

“Because you didn't have to listen to him cry his eyes out every morning when he realized daddy dearest wasn't coming back. Because you didn't have to watch him slice into his own skin to appease his voices. Because YOU didn't have to watch him stare out the window every morning. Noon. And night.” He enunciated with a poke to the chest. “Waiting for his precious daddy to come home! Do you know how much it hurt to watch him stare endlessly out the front window for you?!”

 

Techno stepped back, knocking his legs into his chair. 

 

“So tell me Techno, if Tommy means so much to you why didn't you visit? Why didn't you come to any recitals or karate matches? We sent you invites each and every time! At any point you could've made it so your son wouldn't have forgotten you but no! You chose adventuring over your child just like you did with your brother!” Foolish shouts.

 

Before Phil could stand and get Foolish away from Techno, to shout back that things were drastically different between what happened with Wilbur and Tommy, he heard a feminine voice he believes belongs to Puffy speak loudly.

 

“Tommy! Hi baby!”

 

Foolish and Techno both look out to the living room from the kitchen doorway. “Tommy, baby, what are you doing here?” Foolish asks as he wipes his hands on his apron.

 

The shark/totem hybrid quickly took it off and crouched down to get an armful of a teenage Piglin hybrid. “Hi Umma.” Tommy whispered, relaxing into his mother's arms.

 

Foolish looked surprised but he gently wrapped his arms around Tommy and carded his fingers through his long blonde hair. “Hi baby.” The man whispered as he picked up Tommy like he weighed nothing.

 

Tommy smiled and rested his head against his mother's shoulder.

 

Phil couldn't help remembering when Tommy was little and used to do the same thing to him before nap time.

 

“T-Tommy!” He says loudly, making the boy look at him and Foolish to glare at him from over the blonde head. “Howzit…buddy?”

 

“Smooth.” He heard Fundy mutter.

 

Glaring at the back of his head he was surprised when he felt something tugging on his Yukata. Looking down he felt his breath hitch at the sight of Tommy, maybe an inch or two below him, staring at the right side of his face. 

 

“Did you walk into a door or something?” His grandson asked with a frown, gently rubbing his cheek with the knuckle of his pointer finger.

 

Looking down at the finger his mind replaced it with tiny tiny hands that he used to love to pretend to eat to get happy little giggles. Reaching up he gently held Tommy's hand in his but the boy was quickly pulled away from his grasp.

 

“Tommy, baby, why don't you go upstairs and take a shower? Your hair needs to be nice and clean before-and he's gone.” Wilbur sighed when Tommy ran right past Phil to get to the back door.

 

“I got him.” Fundy quickly says, giving chase.

 

Phil watched the two run out the backdoor, wanting to go after them, but he was quickly turned and a fist slammed into his nose. Grunting, he flashed red and held his face. 

 

“That's for touching Theseus.” Wilbur hissed in a dark tone. “Do it again and I'll cut off that hand.”

 

“He's my grandson, I can hold his hand if I want to.” Phil hissed as he tipped his head back to stop the upcoming nose bleed.

 

“No. You gave up the right to call yourself his grandfather and Fundys the day you chose Techno over the rest of us.” The younger male growled. “Just like you always do…”

 

“I do not always choose Techno over you guys!” The elder of the two yelled.

 

“Name one time you spent our birthday with the both of us, name one time you didn't attend one of Technos’ numerous fights that just so happened to coincide with Fundys birthday and name one time you decided to be a good grandfather and come back to see Tommy do anything he invited you to.” The man challenges. “Go on. Give me some examples.”

 

Opening his mouth he went to answer but his mind just…just went blank. He couldn't remember a single time it was both of his boy's special days instead of just Technos’.

 

He couldn't remember when he chose Fundy over Techno.

 

And he already knew that he's never been to one of Tommy's events.

 

Sighing he looks down at the ground, his hat covering his facial features.

 

“That's not fair Wilbur. You're only bringing up the mistakes I made, not any of the times I was there.” Phil huffed.

 

“Oh that's rich coming from you, the man who prioritized his eldest over everyone else.” Wilbur rolled his eyes. “Now stay away from Tommy or else.”

 

“He's not your son Wilbur. You don't get to choose who can-” Phil was interrupted by yet another smack to the face, this time he fell over and landed on the floor with a tiny amount of blood coming from his bitten lip.

 

“I raised him, I clothed him, I went to his games, his recitals, his matches and his gallery's, I took care of him when he was sick and I took care of him when he was going through his bad days and wanted nothing more than to scratch his own throat out.” Wilbur hissed. “I may not have knocked up Foolish but being a father isn’t just siring a child. Being a father also means being there for the child you created. A real father will make the effort to do right by their children. Something neither you or Techno ever did.”

 

“Wilbur, they're coming back.” Phil heard Foolish say softly.

 

“It's fine. I want Tommy to see just how pathetic his “grandfather” truly is.” Wilbur hissed as he glared down at Phil in disgust.

 

Looking towards the backdoor Phil saw Tommy walking in with his hands up and a defeated look on his face until he saw him. “What's…what's going on? Did he fall?” The blonde asks as he walks over to Phil, holding out a hand for him. “Here, let me help you up.”

 

“I…” Phil wanted to say that he couldn't but wasn't able to get the words out.

 

“It's ok. I know you abandoned us…and that hurt…a lot…but you're still family. So it's ok.” Tommy tries to reassure him.

 

Phil gulped and slowly took his hand. When he was tugged upward he stumbled and fell nearly on top of him but he was held up by the teen. “You ok?” Tommy questions as he helps steady him.

 

“Y-Yeah. Thank you.” Phil muttered as he stepped back, slipping something into the blonde's pocket. 

 

“So what happened?” Tommy questions Wilbur. “Should I go call for a doctor?”

 

“No. He's fine baby, he's just an old man. Lost his balance.” Wilbur answered him, gently ushering Tommy over to himself. “Now go upstairs and wash up. I'll meet you in your old room.”

 

“Yes sir.” Tommy nods, immediately walking past Techno, only stopping when the man grabbed his upper arm.

 

“Theseus, you remember me don't you?” Techno asks desperately. “I know it's been ten years but you have to remember me. Right…?”

 

Tommy stared up at Techno in confusion before pulling his arm away. “Yes. I remember you.”

 

Phil felt relief fill his heart only for it to disappear when he saw the hurt look on Tommy's face.

 

“You're the older twin to my father and my uncle.” Tommy sighed. “One of the Emerald Duo, the bastard that wouldn't leave me and my friends alone, the anarchist pig in a crown…the man that left his family behind for adventure.”

 

Dusting his arm off Tommy glared up at Techno. “You're also the bastard who tried to hurt my father.” He huffed as he crossed his arms. “I need a shower. I'll be twenty minutes father. My hair is thick.”

 

“So is mine.” Techno quickly said as he grabbed Tommy again.

 

“No shit. That's how genetics work. We both get it from grandma.” Tommy hissed as he struggled to get away this time. “Now leave me alone and release me!”

 

“No! Not until you-!” Phil flinched when Foolish and Fundy both punched Techno in the face.

 

Techno's head slammed into the wall and made him fall over, releasing Tommy in the process. The young blonde ran as fast as he could as soon as he was let go.

 

Taking a seat in his chair he lowered his head as Techno groaned in pain on the floor.

 

“Guys, knock it off.” Quackitys’ voice sighed. “You don't want them to start up do you?”

 

“Shut it!” Wilbur growls as he grabs his brother by his collar. “Go help Tommy wash his hair and leave this to me.”

 

“No.” Quackity frowned. “You can't kill them Wilbur and you know why.”

 

Looking up at Wilbur he was surprised by the look on the man's face.

 

He was slowly going from anger to nothing. Just nothing.

 

He dropped Techno and slicked back his hair, Knocking off his beanie which revealed his fox ears that were slicked back. “Clean this mess up. I'll call you up after I brush his hair.” He says as he turns to Quackity. “Explain to them the rules about being around him and the consequences of not obeying the rules. Also, no telling them what happened four years ago or I'll rip your wings off and feed them to your son. Got it?”

 

“Y-Yes sir.” Quackity says with his head bowed as Wilbur walked past him.

 

The room was quiet again until Fundy spoke up.

 

“You know we should probably just lock them up. Techno is so hard headed he'll try to come to the party tonight.” Fundy smiles mischievously.

 

“Don't start Fundy.” Quackity hisses before standing in front of the duo, Techno having sat back down in the chair.

 

“Come on, you know that he will.” Fundy shrugged before going back to chopping carrots.

 

Sighing, Quackity crosses his arms over his chest. “Look, Wilbur has rules when it comes to Tommy. He made them after something that happened years ago, something I can't tell you about.”

 

“Dream did something to him didn't he?” Phil questioned, making the chopping stop and Foolish to suck in a breath. 

 

Slowly looking up he gave Quackity a menacing glare. “What did that bastard do to him?” He asked in a low voice.

 

“I…I can't say.” Quackity sighs. “I'd tell you if I could but I can't. Now just listen.”

 

The duck hybrid pulled out an old looking notebook and opened up to the first page. “First off, Techno can't be alone with Tommy.”

 

“What?” Techno growled.

 

“You'll ruin all the process that we made with him.” The smaller man frowns before continuing. “No stalkerish tendencies i.e. no taking secret photos without his permission, no stealing some of his things only to replace them with cameras and-” “Did this happen before?” Phil questions.

 

“Yes. With…a kid from his school after finding out that he was Technos’ son. Wilbur…took care of the kid but we still had a problem with stalkers until Sapnap went to school with him one day and…well let's just say that guy is just learning to walk again.” Quackity shivered.

 

“Anyways, no saying anything about his clothes. He wears what he's comfortable in so don't say shit.” He hissed. “And no feeding him white foods. There has to be colors in everything.”

 

“What? Why?” Techno questions.

 

“Well…” Quackity shared a look with Foolish who shook his head. “Can't say but that rule may not apply anymore. It's been three years since we last saw him and more than likely, without one of us cooking for him, he's eaten something white.”

 

Techno and Phil share a look before looking up at Quackity again. 

 

“If he falls to his voices and loses control of himself then no trying to force him out of it. Let him come out of it naturally and attempt to keep him in one place.” He says softly. “And put his mittens on him.”

 

“Why?”

 

“So he doesn't -” “No, why do I have to follow these rules? He's my son, my fucking blood. Why am I being told what I can and can't do with him? What if I want to make him some mashed potatoes? What if I want to know what happened to him? What are you going to do to me?”

 

Phil looked over to Fundy when he heard the fox hybrid hiss. He had a knife clutched in his shaky hand.

 

“Then we'll make it so you never get to see Tommy again. Ever.” He says coldly.

 

“Is that a threat, little boy?” Techno growled.

 

“No. It's a promise.”

 

---

 

Grunting, Tommy lowered his head and steadied himself on the porcelain of the edge of the tub as hot water ran over his head and the back of his neck. His eyes were shut tight to avoid getting water or soap in them as his father scrubbed at his head roughly.

 

“Dad…” He grunts. “Hurts…”

 

The hand in his hair quickly left and instead he felt the chilly liquid of his mother's guest shampoo settle on the back of his neck. Hissing when the rough hand started scrubbing his hair again he gripped the edge of the tub tight.

 

He's mad at you

 

But it's not fair

 

You didn't choose to have your absent uncle obsessed with you

 

You didn't ask for him to make your dad angry

 

Gritting his teeth he quickly turned to Wilbur and growled, baring his tusks. “STOP!” He shouts. 

 

Wilbur flinched back and accidentally sprayed Tommy in the face with the steaming hot water. Growling he smacked the shower wand out of his father's hand and into the tub. 

 

“Just get out! I'll just take a shower like I said I would!” Tommy yelled.

 

“I was just trying to-” Wilbur started to say but Tommy stopped him.

 

“I said it fucking hurt but you just kept at it! I said that the water was too hot in the beginning and you kept it at the same fucking temperature! So what were you trying to do?! Purposely hurt me?!” He yelled angrily. “It's not my fault those two are here you know! Why are you punishing me for?!”

 

A hand quickly made contact with his face which knocked him into the tub, his temple slamming into the porcelain. Grunting he sat up and rubbed at the side of his head.

 

Looking up through his wet bangs in shock he watched as Wilbur stared at him in horror. 

 

“I…Tommy I'm…” He tried to reach out for him but Tommy flinched away, actually feeling a tiny bit of fear at the thought of his father touching him. “Oh, no, baby I won't…oh gods.”

 

Looking at Wilbur's face he saw regret and horror in his eyes even though he was smiling creepily.

 

“I'm…I'm gonna go shower in mum's room.” Tommy says softly, standing up on nearly asleep legs.

 

He wobbled for a second before walking out, water falling down his back from his soaking wet hair. Closing the door he tried not to cry. He never thought his father would hit him but he just did.

 

Sniffling, he heads towards his mother's room to quickly get the shampoo out of his hair.

 

“Tommy?”

 

Stopping, he turns around to see his uncle standing at the top of the stairs holding a bowl of what smelt like rabbit stew. His mouth watered at the smell and his interaction with his father was momentarily forgotten.

 

“Hey…uncle.” He says softly, his eyes not leaving the bowl. “Is that for me?”

 

“I…yeah. Your mom asked me to bring it up to you.” Techno says softly. “Where'd…where'd you get so many scars from?”

 

Frowning he looked down at his bare chest and at all the marks on his skin. There were old and still semi-new sword slash marks, light claw scars and the occasional bullet wound in his skin from all of his previous fights. He'd almost forgotten he'd had all these scars.

 

“Oh. The Beast Pits.” He says nonchalantly.

 

“The Beast…you're…you're only sixteen. What are you doing in the Beast Pits?!” He shouted, making Tommy glare at him.

 

“Why do you care?” The blonde frowned.

 

Techno frowned and went to say something when Quackity squeezed past him. “Hey Toms.” The man says softly as he takes the stew from Techno. “Hungry?”

 

“Yeah but I need to wash up. Just put it in my room ok?” He says softly before walking to his mother's room. 

 

“You got it. Oh and what flavor of cake do you want for your birthday tonight?” The duck hybrid asked casually like he was used to seeing Tommy's scars. “Uncle Bad needs to know.”

 

Turning, Tommy saw Techno staring at Quackity in shock but ignored it. “Uncle Bad is making my cake?” Tommy questions, his tail wagging behind him. “Then…can I have a…um…chocolate ice cream cake?” 

 

Chuckling, Quackity nods. “Anything you want, birthday boy.” He smiles.

 

Smiling, Tommy turned and went down the hall to his mother's room. His stomach growled in anticipation for tonight.

 

A nice quiet party with his family and friends.

 

He couldn't wait.

 

Walking into his mother's room he frowned at the sight of his baby book out and on his mother's bed. “This shouldn't be out.” He said softly, moving to pick it up when he saw something strange on the cover.

 

Raising a brow he slicked back his wet and soap covered hair to avoid getting water on the book and picked it up. On the cover wasn't the picture of him as a baby with Wilbur happy crying over him but a picture of his uncle, Technoblade, cradling him in a soft looking red blanket.

 

Frowning, he turns it over and sees the copyright was from 2004, his birth year, but he remembered helping make his baby book with Wilbur, Puffy and Foolish when he was nine. They finished it right before he went to war with Wilbur.

 

So why was the copyright from 2004 when it should be from 2013?

 

And why was his uncle on the cover?

 

And why did…why was he staring at him like Dad had in his picture?

 

Maybe he's not your dad

 

Maybe he lied to you

 

Maybe he's the one that you should be avoiding

 

It makes sense

 

After all, you aren't a fox

 

Putting the book down he quickly went to the bathroom, slamming the door shut. Taking a deep breath he quickly removed the rest of his clothes and hopped into the shower. 

 

Starting the water he formed his claws and dragged them against the heavily scarred skin of his arm. He watched the blood slide off his arm and felt his racing heart slow down.

 

“Dad would never lie to me. This is my punishment for thinking otherwise. He'd never lie…” He whispered as he washed away the blood, tears forming in his eyes.

 

Wilbur would never lie to him…right?

 

---

 

Techno watched Quackity walk into the room he'd been in earlier and took a shaky breath.

 

It's all your fault

 

He'd still be unscarred if you'd stayed

 

You did this

 

You fucked up

 

Taking a shuddery breath he felt himself growing taller and his face erupt and contort into a fuzzy snout. Looking down at his shaking hands he couldn't stop the images of his son fighting various opponents and nearly losing his life went through his mind. 

 

Looking towards the bathroom door he felt his feet moving before he knew what he was doing. Reaching out for the door he was startled when it opened to a frazzled Wilbur.

 

“Tommy I-!” When Wilbur saw it was Techno he sagged. “Oh. It's you. I heard hooves and thought…nevermind. What do you want?”

 

“He's covered in scars.” He says softly, staring down at his younger twin. “Why?”

 

“Why should I tell-huk!” Wilbur choked on his words when Techno's fist closed around his throat and his body was slammed against the wall outside the bathroom.

 

“Tell me. Now.” Techno grunts, getting close to his face. “Or I'll snap your neck like a toothpick.”

 

The brunette gasped for breath, scratching at the hand that made it impossible to breathe. Looking into his brother's panicked eyes, Techno put more pressure on the man's windpipe before dropping him onto the ground.

 

As his brother coughed and took greedy gulps of air in he reeled his foot back and kicked forward, hitting his younger brother in the chest. He heard a crunch and smiled slightly.

 

Hurt him!

 

Make him pay!

 

Kill him!

 

Kill the traitor!

 

Stop!

 

He's still your brother!

 

Don't do this!

 

Think about Fundy!

 

Watching his brother struggle to sit up he growled and grabbed him by his hair and slammed his head into the wall, leaving a hole behind his head. 

 

“Tell me. Before I get angry.” He hissed.

 

“F-Foolish let him fight in the Beast Pits after an incident involving a neighbor's dog and Fundy that almost landed him in an institution.” Wilbur says quickly, his lip bleeding from where he bit it. “It was ei-either fight or jail! He chose fighting because he thought he'd get to s-see you again!”

 

Techno felt his eyes widen at that.

 

His son fought because he wanted to see him again?

 

But it was dangerous! He could've died!

 

Gritting his teeth he punched his brother square in the face before tossing him down the hallway.

 

The worthless traitor hissed in pain and struggled to sit up but Techno didn't allow him to. He kicked him into the far wall, the man gasping in pain as he hit it.

 

He watched him slide to the floor and fall into a heap. Panting he advanced on him and went to grab him by the hair again when the door beside him opened.

 

Looking towards the door his hand twitched at the sight of his son standing in the doorway with wide eyes.

 

“No.”

 

His son's eyes traveled down to Wilbur who was pathetically weeping from the pain he was in then back up to him.

 

“Look away. Please.”

 

“What's…What's going on…?” Tommy whispered in shock and fear. “S-Stop. Please.”

 

“Please look away. I don't want you to see me like this. Please Theseus, look away.”

 

“Tommy…run baby…he's lost it.” Wilbur whimpered.

 

“No. I would never hurt you. I swear.” 

 

Tommy slowly stepped back into the room, his fearful gaze never leaving Techno's hulking form. “M-Mama…” He whispered as tears formed in his eyes.

 

“Tommy-” Techno grunted, reaching out for his son.

 

“MAMA!” The boy screamed fearfully, falling over himself and onto the ground. 

 

Before he knew it, Techno was pinned to the wall by the throat and when he looked up he was met with the glowing angry red eyes of Foolish, the god baring his shark-like teeth towards him.

 

“Get the fuck out of my house!” He screamed before tossing Techno like he was nothing more than a piece of balled up tissue. “And stay away from my child!”

 

Grunting he sat up where he landed and watched as his son crawled to Wilbur while crying. 

 

“Dad! Dad, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!” He cried, burying his face in the man's heaving chest. 

 

“Tommy, Tommy, it's ok baby. Daddy's not hurt, I promise.” He heard Wilbur whisper. “Don't cry, please don't cry.”

 

Looking towards the stairs he slowly stood and stepped towards them but stopped when he heard his son crying get louder. Turning towards him he tried to step closer but Foolish growled and he could hear thunder outside shake the earth.

 

“You win this time Wilbur.” He says before quickly running down the stairs, not wanting to hear his son cry anymore.

 

“What the hells-?” Putting his father over his shoulder he runs out the house and into the pouring rain of the outside world.

 

He was glad that Foolish made it rain. At least then his tears weren't visible.

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Chapter 5: The party begins

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“Yes Tommy?” He whispered as he leaned away to look down at the blonde.

“Why..Why aren't I fox?”

Wilbur's heart skipped a beat as he quickly looked up at Fundy who had a panicked look on his face and a stiff tail. He took a deep breath then smiled reassuringly at Tommy.

Wilbur stared up at the ceiling of his med-room, the sound of scribbling coming from somewhere to his left. Slowly turning over he watches as Tommy, his youngest son, quickly scribbles on a piece of paper using a pink crayon with Fundy, his eldest son, rubbing his back.

 

From where he was he could see the dead look in his eyes and it hurt. 

 

“Tommy? Baby, come here.” He says softly as he lifts his arm and the blanket he was covered in.

 

It took a few minutes and gentle encouragement from Fundy but Tommy finally stood with the crayon clutched in his shaky hand and walked over. He slipped under the blanket and curled up close to Wilbur. 

 

“Oh my baby…” The brunette whispered into his hair as he pulled him closer. “You know this isn't your fault right?”

 

“Left you alone…wouldn't have gotten hurt if…if was with you.” Tommy grunts, his voice sounding rough and deeper than usual.

 

“No baby. Then you would've gotten hurt too and I'd never want that. I want you to be safe and far away from that monster.” Wilbur whispers, kissing Tommy's forehead. “Understood? No going near him.”

 

Tommy slowly nodded and tucked his head under the brunette's chin. 

 

The room was quiet for a moment or two before Tommy spoke up softly, almost afraid.

 

“When I…When I lose control do I look as scary as Uncle Techno?” He whispered, gripping Wilbur's medi-gown tightly.

 

“Uh…” Wilbur looked up at Fundy who slowly shook his head. “No sunshine, you don't look scary at all. More like a feisty puppy.”

 

Wilbur gave a soft chuckle but stopped laughing when he heard the tell tale sniffles come from the boy. Sighing he turned carefully on his hospital bed and buried his nose in the boy's honey scented head. 

 

“Tommy, honey, I promise you you're nothing like that bastard when you lose control.” 

 

“Dad?”

 

“Yes Tommy?” He whispered as he leaned away to look down at the blonde.

 

“Why..Why aren't I fox?”

 

Wilbur's heart skipped a beat as he quickly looked up at Fundy who had a panicked look on his face and a stiff tail. He took a deep breath then smiled reassuringly at Tommy.

 

“Oh honey, I explained this to you already. Did you forget?” He whispers as he tucks a piece of hair behind his pointed ear. 

 

“You…you did?” Tommy frowned then looked up at Wilbur with a soft sniffle, tears clinging to his lashes. “I'm sorry.”

 

Wilbur felt bad for using his son's memory issues against him but he couldn't lose him too.

 

“Your mommy is a god of death so that means he can change into whatever form he wants and when we met he was a Piglin so naturally when you were born you were a Piglin.” Wilbur explained gently, carefully wiping Tommy's face with a pale hand. 

 

He knew it was a lame lie but he knew Tommy would accept it. He was a good kid like that.

 

He'd always believe everything he says.

 

“Oh…ok.” Tommy hesitated.

 

Hesitated…why did he hesitate?

 

“Tommy-”

 

“Tommy!”

 

Slowly looking to his room door he frowned when he saw Foolish already wearing his dress shirt and pants. 

 

“Come on baby, we need to let Ponk do what they need to to make papa better.” Foolish says as he ties his bow tie onto his neck.

 

“I'm not a child, you don't have to use that language with me.” Tommy mumbled as he stood only to fall to a knee in obvious pain.

 

“Tommy!” Fundy shouts in shock.

 

Wilbur tried to get out of bed but a painful stabbing pain in his stomach made him fall back into the uncomfortable bed. Holding his stomach he scoots to the edge of his bed and reaches out for Tommy when he stands with a pained expression.

 

“I'm fine. The bastards just…they all talked at once and it just….my brain felt like it was on fire.” Tommy spoke softly, sweat forming on his brow.

 

“What are they saying Toms?” Fundy asks as he gently lays a hand on Tommy's trembling back.

 

Wilbur was surprised when Tommy flinched away from his brother's touch and walked towards Foolish while holding himself.

 

“I need to use the restroom.” He says softly as he walks out the open door. 

 

When he turned down the hall, Wilbur saw the slight green glow to his boy's cheeks.

 

“Foolish, he's gonna throw up. Go with him to hold his hair back.” He orders to which Foolish immediately complied.

 

The room was quiet as Fundy helped Wilbur lay back in bed.

 

With an arm over his stomach he stared at the ceiling. “He knows something.” He whispers. “He's starting to not trust us.”

 

“What?” Fundy frowns.

 

“Somebody told him something. But there's only a few others besides us two that know about our little secret and the only ones he was alone with were Schlatt and Quackity.” He hissed in disgust.

 

“They'd never tell him anything. They love Tubbo too much to let anything slip.” The younger fox argues. 

 

Wilbur sighed. He knew his son was right but he had a sinking feeling that someone betrayed them. But who?

 

“Wilbur!”

 

Looking to the doorway he sees Ponk wheeling in a tray full of potions. “Ready to get healed up and out of here?” The doctor smiled behind their balaclava.

 

“You have no idea.” The brunette smiled slightly.

 

“Oh! I also have a question about the party tonight.” They say as they pick up a regeneration potion. “Are you sure it's a good idea? You know how Tommy gets around strangers.”

 

Wilbur frowned as he took the potion. Knocking it back he thought about what the doctor was saying.

 

Tommy hated strangers and he knew he was tense around them, like he was expecting them to attack him at any moment, and he also knew that Tommy was expecting a normal party at home but he wanted to celebrate his boys big milestone!

 

It's not everyday your youngest turns sixteen!

 

“He'll be fine.” He grunts as he gives the empty bottle back. “You just worry about Sam keeping Techno out of the party.”

 

Ponk sighed and handed over the health potion they were holding. “Right.” They sigh. “Take this when the regen stops.”

 

Walking out with the cart, Ponk shot Fundy a look then closed the door.

 

“What was that about?” Wilbur frowned, checking his status.

 

“Well…” Fundy clears his throat. “We were thinking, maybe we should just have an intimate party, nobody but family. Tommy doesn't know many people here and he could-”

 

A cold glare from his father shut the younger fox up.

 

“Tommy deserves a big party just like you had Fundy. Don't be selfish.” The brunette hissed before chugging the health potion.

 

“Right. Sorry dad.” Fundy sighs.

 

---

 

Wiping his mouth, Tommy flushes the toilet and stands on shaky legs.

 

“You ok in there?” He heard his mother ask through the door.

 

Watching the red tinted vomit go down the toilet he sighs. “Yeah. I'm good mum.” He says as he turns towards the door.

 

Reaching out for the door he stopped and stared at the wood. “Hey…mum?” He asks softly.

 

“Yeah baby?”

 

“Is…is Wilbur my dad?” He asks suddenly.

 

The other side of the door was quiet for a moment before Foolish responded.

 

“Of course he is. Why do you ask?”

 

Grunting in pain when the image of a pink haired, faceless man teaching him to build a wooden sword flashed through his head he stumbled back a bit. Holding his head he took a breath and looked at the door again.

 

“I've…since earlier I've been having…flashes…of-of I think Uncle Techno…” He says as he sits on the toilet.

 

His mom was quiet for another moment before sighing. “Tommy, I promise you, Wilbur is your father.” He says softly.

 

Gritting his teeth, Tommy shoots up and opens the door, being met with the guilty looking face of his mother. 

 

His heart skipped a beat and he felt his palms start to sweat. 

 

Why would he look guilty if he was telling the truth?

 

Pushing past his mother he walked towards the exit, not wanting to look at his parent at the moment. Pushing open the door to the waiting room he stumbled when he saw Phil sitting in a chair with a hurt wing.

 

“Ah. Hi…Tommy. Are you ok?” The blonde asks softly, standing from his seat.

 

“I'm…I'm fine.” He frowned and headed for the front door. “I hope you feel better.”

 

“Tommy!”

 

Opening the door he stops and looks over his shoulder at his grandfather. 

 

“I'm…I'm sorry for leaving.” The blonde starts, startling Tommy. “Everyday we were gone I missed you like crazy and hoped you were ok. I didn't know about…Jared. If I did I would've came back in a heartbeat and beat that fucker into a pulp for hurting my family.”

 

“Your family?” Tommy whispers, turning towards the man with a dark glare. “You were with your family the entire time you were gone, the only family you have left or cared about. I hope it was worth it Phil.”

 

Turning he goes to leave when he hears Phil whisper something.

 

“It wasn't.”

 

Quickly leaving he tried not to cry as he walked to Schlatts house. He had to get home.

 

Rubbing at his eyes he almost bumps into someone but just barely dodges them. “Sorry mate.” He whispers.

 

“Are you ok?”

 

Recognizing the voice he turns and is greeted with the sight of Niki, his surrogate big sister. Before he could stop himself he was clinging onto her with all his might and sobbing into her chest.

 

“I need help.” He sobbed out as she wrapped her arms tight around him.

 

“Oh Tommy.” She whispered, gently rubbing his back. “What happened?”

 

“I don't think Wilbur is my father! I think he's lying to me!” He sobbed, his words getting choked off by a hiccup.

 

He felt a kiss to his temple before his hand was gently taken into hers. “Come on, let's go to my bakery.” She says softly. “There's someone there who wants to talk to you.”

 

“O-Okay…” He hiccups as the older woman gently guides him along to the bakery.

 

He felt eyes on him as he walked and cried but he didn't care. He needed to know the truth. He needed to know if he'd been lied to all these years. 

 

“Niki! Is he ok?” He hears someone he vaguely recognized call out.

 

“He's fine, Hbomb. Just a bad headache!” She calls out.

 

“Does he need some Advil? I always carry some on me!”

 

“Tommy?”

 

The blonde shook his head and walked ahead even though the ground was getting…wobbly.

 

“Tommy?” He hears Niki say before everything went black and his head hit the wooden boardwalk.

 

A while later….

 

“He has a high fever…we need to tell Wilbur.”

 

“No way. He'd shout at him for getting sick on his birthday. Just give him some medicine and-oh. He's waking up.”

 

Groaning, Tommy slowly sits up with a harsh cough. “Grandpa…?” He whines pitifully.

 

“Hey Tommy, you're ok.” He hears Puffy whisper to his left. “You gave us quite the scare though.”

 

Opening his blurry eyes he hissed in pain when sunlight made his aching head hurt worse. When he heard curtains close he opened his eyes and sat up fully. 

 

“What happened?” He whispers.

 

“You fainted kiddo.” He hears the familiar voice say softly.

 

Looking up he was surprised to see a man with short brown hair standing beside the bed he was in. “Who are you?” He asks softly.

 

“My player name is Hbomb but my real name is Liam. You're Theseus right?” The man asks, fixing his plaid shirt sleeve.

 

“Yeah.” Tommy mumbles as he struggles not to cough. “But you can call me Tommy.”

 

“Well it's nice to formally meet you. Heard a lot about you from Wilbur.” The man smiled warmly.

 

“Nothing bad I hope.” Tommy smiled slightly back.

 

He liked this guy.

 

“All good things, I promise.” Hbomb chuckles. “So, how do you feel?”

 

“Like I got hit by a bus again.” He huffed as he rubbed at his aching arm. “Am I sick?”

 

“We think so.” Puffy says softly. “You're running a fever and you threw up in your sleep twice.” 

 

“Does this mean I have to skip the party? I really wanted to hang out with Snapmap.” He mumbles as he lays back since his back started to ache. “Sorry I threw up by the way.”

 

“It's ok little lamb.” The puffy haired woman says as she reaches down beside the bed.

 

Tommy heard something leave some water then be rung out before a cold washcloth was placed on his head. Sighing he relaxes into the soft bed. “Thank you.” He whispers hoarsely.

 

“You're welcome Hun.”

 

The room was quiet for all of a second before Tommy turned to look at the ex-pirate. “You're the one that wants to talk to me, aren't you?” He asks softly.

 

When he got a nod he glanced at Hbomb and Niki. “How bad is it?”

 

“Pretty bad…” Niki replied grimly. “It's…It's about Wilbur.”

 

Quickly getting up, Tommy threw the blanket he was covered in aside and stumbled to his feet. Gagging, he covers his mouth and stands straight.

 

Swallowing the yuck in his mouth he watches as the door to the room opens and Dream walks in carrying two covered suits. “Hey mom, have you seen-oh. Uh…did I walk in on something?” The masked man questioned as he stepped into the room.

 

Tommy felt his hand shake at his side but he didn't let his fear show even as the man walked up to him. He could feel his curious gaze on him and he hated it so much.

 

Taking a deep breath he went to speak when his voice was cut off by a coughing fit. A hand smacked his back and for once he didn't care that he was being touched. Once it died down he thankfully took a glass of water that was offered to him by Puffy.

 

“Thank you.” He hoarsely whispered.

 

“What's going on? Is he sick?” Dream questions as two blonde people walked in wearing netherite armor. 

 

“He's sick? Should I call Wilbur?” The taller of the two questioned.

 

“No. I'm fine, I'm fine. Just…Just asthma.” He huffs as he stands up straight, his legs shaking as he stood.

 

“Mhm. Sure.” Dream sighed, tossing the two covered clothes sets onto the bed. 

 

Gasping when he was suddenly pulled forward by the back of his neck he tried not to groan as the world spun fast. 

 

Dream pulled his mask down his face so his forehead was visible and leaned against Tommy. “You have a high fever.” The man sighed. “I'll call Ponk and Wilbur.”

 

“No.” Tommy quickly said. “I'm fine. It's just…just stress.”

 

“Heh. You're a kid, what do you have to be stressed about?” Dream scoffed as he pulled out his communicator.

 

“Wilbur may not be my dad.”

 

Dream stopped typing and looked at Tommy expectedly.

 

“I think…I think Technoblade might be…might be my father.” He whispers as he squeezes his hands into fists.

 

“Hm. Would make sense.” The masked man shrugged. “Same eye color when you get mad, same tail, same hair style, same color-” “Color?”

 

Dream reached out and plucked a few hairs off Tommy's head, making him hiss. When the hairs were shoved in his face he had to blink to clear his vision and when he did he felt his mouth go dry. 

 

The hairs were part pink. Cherry blossom pink. Just like Techno's. 

 

Slowly touching the top of his head he slowly stepped back and sat on the bed. 

 

“What…what the fuck?” He whispers.

 

“What? Why are you surprised? It's not like you're a fox.” Dream chuckled.

 

Tommy felt his lip wobble as he hugged himself. This can't be true. It wasn't true! Wilbur would never lie to him!

 

Sobbing he lowered his head and just let the tears fall.

 

“Oh…uh…” He heard Dream say softly. “Hey, hey don't cry! It's…It's gonna be alright! It's probably just recessive genes coming out! Yeah, Piglin hybrid genes are usually so recessive that it takes generations to show up.”

 

Sniffling, Tommy looks up at Dream with tears in his eyes. “R-Really?” He asks softly.

 

“Yeah!” Dream says as he fixes his mask. “Don't worry, I'm sure Wilbur is your father. Just relax before you make your fever worse.”

 

When Dream gently placed his hand on his head, Tommy let out a shaky sigh and leaned into the hand. “Thanks dad…” He whispers hoarsely.

 

Dream stiffened up which made Tommy panic slightly.

 

Dad?!

 

Dream dad?

 

Dream isn't our dad!

 

Dude he's losing it.

 

Well he does have a high fever.

 

“No problem Tom's. You know I'm always looking out for you.” He hears Dream say softly as he crouches down in front of him. “Now, let's get you into your suit.”

 

Suit? Why did he need a suit?

 

“Why do I need a suit?” He asks with a frown.

 

“Because we have a party to get to!” 

 

---

 

Wilbur smiles as the last of the balloons are tied to their weights and set on the end of the buffet table. 

 

“Perfect.” He whispers as he walks up to a small stage that Sam had built for Tommy to sit.

 

The stage had a beautiful red velvet chair that looked fit for royalty and a personal table with a dark red tablecloth draped over it. It was fit for his little prince.

 

Pulling out the chair a little he scooted it to the left then the right then back to the left. Once it was perfect he sighed and looked out to the large room they'd set up the party in, it being the biggest room in the woodland mansion they'd found for the party.

 

“Everything is perfect!” He smiles as Bad walks in with a tray of food.

 

Hopping down he plucks one off the tray and popped it into his mouth. “Delicious! What is it?” He asks as he swallows his mouthful of food. 

 

“Uh…dried…salmon. Tommy's favorite snack.” Bad frowned.

 

“Ack!” Wilbur quickly started to wipe at his tongue which made Bad laugh at him.

 

“You should've asked what it was first you muffinhead.” The demon laughed, placing the tray on the buffet table.

 

“Noted!” He groaned. “What else needs to be set out?” 

 

“The rabbit stew, the cakes and the baked Alaskan. Oh, and the mac and cheese.” Bad replies as he picks up a piece of salmon. “The first guests should arrive soon. Have you gone to see Tommy? I heard he fainted earlier.”

 

Fainted?

 

“Wh-What?” Wilbur paled.

 

“He just fell over after talking with Niki and I saw her and Hbomb taking him to her bakery.” Bad frowned as he took a bite of his salmon. 

 

“Why didn't you say anything?!” Wilbur shouts as he ran out the room, the demon hot on his heels. 

 

“He's fine! I already-” Bad was cut off by the sudden appearance of Tommy himself, the teen walking through the front door.

 

Wilbur stopped his running and looked down at Tommy.

 

The teen was wearing the suit that he had Tommy choose weeks ago online. 

 

It was a blood red suit with a white rose embroidered into the hip of his suit jacket and went up to his shoulder in a vine-like pattern. His pants seemed to be a bit too long as he had them rolled up over his black suede shoes and he wore his slightly too big crown on his head and his long hair back in a low ponytail. 

 

Around his neck was a thick white choker with a small golden Lady Death hanging off the loop and in his hand was his dragon skull mask, clutched in a pale hand.

 

“Hello father.” Tommy says as he passes by both Bad and Wilbur.

 

“Wait! Tommy!” Wilbur calls out, making Tommy stop. “You fainted didn't you? Are you alright?”

 

“I'm…I'm perfectly fine. Just a bit of heat stroke. My temperature went up too high as I haven't had a mud bath in a week.” The blonde responded before walking over to where Tubbo and Ranboo were struggling with a table.

 

He easily lifts it over his head with one hand and wraps his tail around Tubbos’ stomach so the older teen would follow him. “Where does this go?” He calls out.

 

“Against the wall.” Bad replies. “Behind the chair with the gift bags on it.”

 

“Yes sir.” Tommy nods and walks into the main room with the table. 

 

Wilbur frowned as he watched the blonde walk away, a slight tremor in the arm lifting the table. “He's not alright but he's pretending.” He whispers softly.

 

Quickly walking back into the room he went to grab Tommy, to force him to sit down, but an eruption of laughter made him look over to see Quackity and Schlatt bringing out two pans of food with Sapnap and Karl, the other newbie. 

 

“Tommy!” Karl calls out. “Happy birthday man!” 

 

Tommy smiled slightly and bowed slightly. “Thank you.” He says softly.

 

Karl and Sapnap place their gifts on the table and pat Tommy on the back. “How's it feel being sixteen?” Sapnap asks.

 

“Painful.” The teen groans as he cracks his neck.

 

Sapnap and Karl laugh and drag him away from the group. “That's only gonna get worse as you get older little ember!” The black haired man laughed.

 

“Wait a second you two!” Wilbur called out.

 

The two men stop and stop Tommy from walking forward. “Before you guys try and get him to play any games or whatever, let him sit down. He fainted earlier.” Bad says as he places the bags on the chair onto the table.

 

“He fainted?” Schlatt questions as he walks over with free hands.

 

“Are you ok duckling?” Quackity asks as he walks over to Tommy, gently cupping his face.

 

“I'm fine, Quackity.” The blonde says softly, leaning into his hand. “Thank you for worrying.”

 

Tommy then climbs up onto the stage and takes his seat at the table set up for him. A waiter quickly walked up and poured him some sweet berry juice, the boy thanking him politely as he did.

 

The teen took a sip as more people walked into the room with gift bags and boxes wrapped in many colors, some with ribbons and some with just paper.

 

Looking at all the people quickly filing in, Wilbur smirked slightly when he didn't see his brother or father. But when he spotted Dream he frowned and headed towards the man.

 

The masked man wore a simple lime green suit with a black vest underneath and wore a pin on his chest pocket that looked like a smiley face.

 

“Wilbur.” Dream nods, putting his hands behind his back.

 

“Dream.” Wilbur frowned. “What are you doing here? I thought I told you I didn't want you at the party after what you pulled nearly four years ago.” 

 

“He volunteered to be the one to fight me for YOUR PRECIOUS COUNTRIES independence.” The masked man shrugs.

 

“Yes but then you let him get attacked by a maniac and cause his brain and memory damage by doing that spell.” The president hissed lowly but it drew the attention of Hbomb.

 

The man was wearing his usual attire but had suspenders and a black tie so it was pretty easy to tell him apart from others.

 

“What's going on here?” The brunette man asked as he accepted a cup of juice from a passing waiter.

 

“Nothing.” Dream quickly says as he passes Wilbur. “Now if you excuse me, I'm going to spend time with my so-sunshine.”

 

The president growled and grabbed at the back of Dreams’ suit when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Releasing the middle Wastaken, he turned and saw Niki in full makeup wearing a kelp green mermaid dress with a slit going up to her right calf.

 

“Wilbur, there's something I need to tell you.” She says softly.

 

“Not now Niki.” He grumbled and quickly walked over to where Dream was trying to get on stage. 

 

Dream almost made it up when Purpled appeared out of nowhere and stomped on the dirty blonde's hand. The man cried out in pain and stepped away from the stage.

 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Dream screamed.

 

“I was ordered to keep you away from the birthday boy so I will. Now back away or I'll skewer you.” The teen hissed while pointing his trident at the man.

 

“Wilbur!” Dream yelled angrily as Sapnap and George ran over to him.

 

The brunette smirked and shrugged.

 

Dream growled before walking off to possibly find some ice.

 

Giving a thumbs up to Purpled, Wilbur smiled and turned back to Niki. “My apologies Niki, what's up?” He smiles kindly.

 

“I…I uh I invited Techno and Phil.”

 

Wilbur's smile dropped.

 

“You…you what?” He stopped himself from growling. 

 

“Tommy wanted them here to show them how much they missed so I invited them.” Niki quickly says, holding her hands up in surrender. 

 

“I don't care if he wanted them here. Those two shouldn't be anywhere near Tommy.” He says through grit teeth.

 

“And why would that be father?” 

 

Jumping, Wilbur turns to see Tommy, Punz and Purpled standing behind him. “Tommy! Are you alright hun?” He asks softly, going to cup Tommy's cheek but his hand was grabbed and squeezed hard enough his fingers cracked. “Ah! Tommy?”

 

“Answer the question.” Tommy hissed, his glare cold. 

 

He searched his son's eyes but saw nothing but anger and distrust.

 

“You…You know don't you?” He asks softly.

 

“Know what?” Tommy questions with a tilt of his head.

 

Gulping, Wilbur yanked his hand away and looked down at the teen. “I expect you to tell me the truth by the end of the night or else I will take a cannon life and call for your impeachment. Do I make myself clear?” Tommy asks in a dark tone before turning and walking away to greet Callahan.

 

Holding his aching hand, Wilbur stared straight ahead and tried to keep his breathing steady.

 

“Wilbur?”

 

His breath hitched as he turned and saw his father, his brother and…his mother.

 

“Mum?” He whispered when he looked up into her disapproving eyes. 

 

“I came for Tommy's big day, just as I promised. But it seems you left something out, Wilbur.” The giant of a woman frowned.

 

“I…” He whispered. 

 

“I'm very disappointed in you.”

 

He felt his world shatter at those five little words. 

 

Holding his head he quickly ran out of the room and straight up the stairs to escape the noise of the filling party room.

 

Falling to his knees he felt his mind slipping into dark places as he sat there, the sound of a thunderstorm forming outside or maybe it was only in his head. He couldn't tell.

 

He could hear the music start downstairs, the vibrations of the floor telling him it was the music he'd selected for his and Tommy's special dance.

 

Gripping his hair he bows his head and tries to catch his breath as his heart pounded away in his chest.

 

“This can't be happening. It can't!” He growled, a flash of lightning lighting up the room. “After so many FUCKING years and it all comes crashing down now?!”

 

Punching the floor he felt something in his hand snap but he didn't care. The anger that boiled through his veins was clouding the pain.

 

Tears fell from his eyes as he thought over what he was going to say. He knew he shouldn't lie, knowing it'll make things worse, but it was the only thing he could think of.

 

“If he doesn't believe me then I'll just force him to.” He chuckled darkly

Chapter 6: Beat downs

Summary:

It has been a while and I apologize! I hope this chapter will make up for that! Please enjoy!

Tommy chuckled softly as one of the party goers told him a joke enthusiastically, moving their arms to explain how big the elephant was.

 

Sipping his juice he peeked to the entrance of the party room to see Wilbur walking in without his beanie and with his hair slicked back and fox ears on display for the first time in a long time.

 

Frowning, he watched him walk directly over to him and hold out his hand at the exact time that Technoblade appeared and offered the same. 

 

“Thomas/Theseus may I have this dance?”

 

The twins looked at each other and growled until Tommy took one of their hands, Techno being surprised that it was his. 

 

Wilbur went wide eyed as Tommy climbed off stage and joined Techno down on the dance floor.

 

Tommy huffed and joined the piglin hybrid on the dance floor, laughing when he was given a little twirl. The music was soft and gentle as he placed his hand on his “uncles” arm since he couldn't reach his shoulder.

 

The two slowly began to dance as Tubbo and Ranboo joined Wilbur in staring in shock at the two Watsons slowly dancing across the floor. They could hear people whispering, some being as loud as a shout and some being as quiet as a mouse's squeak. 

 

“Didn't Techno attack his father today?”

 

“I thought Techno wasn't allowed near him.”

 

“Why are they dancing together?”

 

“Should we put a stop to this?”

 

Frowning, Tommy closed his eyes as he was twirled slowly. “They're talking about us.” He whispered as he and Techno took a step back from each other and bowed before coming back together. 

 

“Maybe it's the song.” Techno whispered back, staring down at Tommy.

 

Chuckling as the second part of Beautiful Boy began, he opened his eyes and looked directly at his “father”. His heart hurt so bad seeing the broken look on the man's face but he also felt anger boil deep in his core at all the lies.

 

“I know.” He says while looking directly at the brunette, knowing he can read lips. 

 

“What?”

 

“I said I know. I know everything. Wilbur got drunk back during the war and told Niki everything. Every. Last. Detail.” Tommy hissed in disgust as he looked up at the pink haired man. “She couldn't handle the guilt of knowing anymore after what happened earlier today.”

 

“The fight?” Techno questions. “I'm still so proud that you've become that strong. You managed to knock me off my feet. Not an easy thing to do.”

 

Chuckling, Tommy shakes his head and smiles. “Thanks but not what I meant.” He says softly. “I meant when you attacked da-Wilbur.”

 

“She said that she knew why you attacked him after I told her what happened before I walked in on you attacking him. Sorry about calling for mum by the way.” He whispered.

 

“It's alright. I probably would've done the same.” Techno chuckled before turning them to look at where a tall woman was smiling and sipping a glass of juice. “See that woman?”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“That's your grandmother. Her name is Kristen. Do you think she'd let anything happen to her kids?” He chuckles.

 

“She let Jared happen.” Tommy frowned.

 

“Who?” Techno asked with a frown.

 

“Nobody. He's in jail now so he doesn't matter.” Tommy darkly hissed, obviously not wanting to talk about the man.

 

Techno just nodded once in understanding.

 

The two come apart again but this time they were grabbed and dragged back by different people. 

 

“Hey!” Tommy hissed when he looked up to see Quackity placing his hand on his shoulder.

 

“What do you think you're doing mijo? Techno is dangerous! You can't be near him let alone dance with him!” The duck hybrid whispered harshly.

 

“I know what I'm doing now, let me go.” He hissed back while struggling to get away from the duck.

 

Looking over to Techno he was surprised to see his mother dancing with his “uncle”. What he wasn't surprised about was the angry look on the man's face. 

 

Huffing, Tommy stepped away from Quackity and went to get back on stage but a hand grabbing him by the wrist stopped him. Looking back he held back a growl when he saw it was George.

 

He was pulled back as the ending of the song started to play. 

 

“Dream wants to talk to you.” George says softly so others couldn't hear.

 

“Well I don't want to talk to him. Not right now.” Tommy argues as he breaks away from the colorblind man.

 

Going back to the stage he picks up his cup but sees something fizzing in it. Looking over towards his uncle, Dream, he scowled at him and dumped out the contents into a flower pot. Motioning to a waiter he takes a new glass of juice and sits down to eat his food that was just delivered to his table by Schlatt.

 

“You ok kid? Why'd you dance with-” “My father? Because I wanted to.”

 

Schlatt seemed to grow pale at the word “father” making Tommy slowly set his glass down. “You knew…didn't you?” He whispers accusingly.

 

“I…I don't…” Schlatt backed away but Purpled, who was right behind him, pushed him forward. “Wilbur…Wilbur only recently told me. Said if I told you then he'd kill Toby. I'm sorry.”

 

In the next second Tommy had stood and splashed the man in the face with his drink. “Go. Away.” He hissed to which Schlatt quickly took his leave.

 

Growling, he snaps his fingers and takes a new drink from Punz who took a glass from a passing waiter's tray but this one tasted different. It had a nice burn to it. 

 

Looking at the glass he was surprised to see he'd been given some kind of amber colored liquid instead of the rich red berry juice he'd been drinking before. Shrugging, he chugged it down and ordered another from the same waiter who gulped and nodded.

 

Looking down at his food he smiled at the sight of all his favorites. 

 

Steak with a nice heap of sliced and sauteed mushrooms, rabbit stew with extra meat and carrots, macaroni and cheese, chicken and broccoli rice and a big twice baked potato with seasoning salt, butter and chives on top.

 

Digging into his meal, he ignored the stares he was getting from the other party goers.

 

“You know-” He starts as he swallows a mouthful of steak. “You two can go get some food and join me.”

 

“Negative. We were told to watch over you, not eat.” Punz frowns.

 

“How much is Wilbur paying you?” He questioned as he wiped his mouth.

 

“Enough.”

 

“Fair. What if I offer you something nobody else on this server has?” Tommy smiles.

 

“And that would be?” Punz questions with a raised brow.

 

“A shulker box.”

 

Both Punz and Purpled looked at each other then Tommy.

 

“You have one?” Purpled questions.

 

“No. But I can get one. My aunt is a goddess of chaos, it'll be easy to convince her to give me two just to make Dream sweat since I was told that the Ender World is banned.” The blonde smirks over his glass of amber liquid.

 

“Deal.” Punz smiled just as Wilbur climbed on stage.

 

“Go get some food or something, I need to talk to my son.” The man says through grit teeth.

 

Punz and Purpled looked at each other but didn't move.

 

“I said to go!” Wilbur yells but Tommy, quickly standing, shuts him up.

 

“It's alright you two. He's afraid of me, he won't hurt me.” He says softly as he takes Wilbur by the arm and leads him off stage.

 

Once the two were tucked away in a corner Wilbur smacked him on the back of the head and growled at him. “What made you think that it was alright to dance with that beast?!” The man hissed through his grit teeth.

 

“Well he is my father is he not?” Tommy raised a brow.

 

He knew it was the wrong thing to say when he was suddenly grabbed and thrown in the direction of the stage. He cried out when he felt something snap in his tail. Quickly sitting up he pulls his obviously broken tail to his stomach, the farthest it'd reach.

 

“You lunatic! What's the matter with you!?” He shouts as people stop eating and dancing to the oddly fitting music, the beat of Not your Baby bouncing off the walls.

 

“Lunatic?! I’M THE LUNATIC?!” Wilbur shouted as he hopped off the stage. “YOU'RE CALLING THAT PATHETIC PIECE OF SHIT YOUR FATHER AFTER I SLAVED AWAY TO ENSURE YOU HAD CLEAN CLOTHES, FOOD IN YOUR STOMACH, A HIGHER EDUCATION AND I'M THE LOON?!”

 

Tommy stepped back in fear which just seemed to anger Wilbur more since he stepped forward and slammed his closed fist into the side of his face. With a startled yelp he fell to the ground and held his bruising face.

 

A kick to his side made him cry out when he felt something snap in his chest. 

 

“I AM YOUR FATHER! I AM THE ONE THAT GAVE YOU A CHANCE AT LIFE! I CHANGED YOUR DIAPERS WHEN YOU WERE DUMBER THAN A BABY! I FED YOU, CLOTHED YOU AND LOVED YOU! NOT! TECHNO!”

 

Catching Wilbur's foot, Tommy pulled and watched as Wilbur stumbled and fell onto his back. Holding his chest, Tommy crawled away from the stunned man and towards where he saw Schlatt staring dumbfounded at the scene.

 

“Uncle-!” He called out as he reached for the man only to get his head stomped on and slammed into the floor.

 

Grunting in pain he dug his claws into the wood, effectively leaving deep scratches into the oak.

 

“Wilbur, stop it!” He heard a voice shout but he couldn't place it.

 

Flopping onto his stomach he turns his bleeding head just in time to be kicked in the teeth by his “father's” shoe. Gagging he rolled over and coughed up a tooth.

 

“IF YOU WON'T ACCEPT ME AS YOUR LOVING FATHER THEN I'LL KILL YOU!” 

 

Slowly sitting up, Tommy spit out one of his tusks and shakily scoots himself away from his deranged family member.

 

“You never hurt family, Tommy. Never.”

 

Raising his shaking hand he tries to use it to hide his face, to at least protect it, but Wilbur instead attempts to kick him in the stomach if it hadn't been for a brunette in a strawberry dress and Phil tackling him to the ground.

 

“Wilbur, you need to calm down man!” The brunette shouts as he squeezes the other brunette around his middle to keep his arms pinned to his sides.

 

“YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE BRAT!” Wilbur screams as he thrashes in his friend and father's hold. “I'LL KILL YOU!”

 

His swollen eye made it hard to see but a sheet of red made him slowly look up to see Technoblade bending down and picking up his knocked out tooth and tusk. He stood to his full height and looked down at his hand, his eyes curtained behind his long pink hair. 

 

“Wilbur.” He says in a gruff voice.

 

“GET AWAY FROM HIM YOU PIG BASTARD!” Wilbur screamed as he finally broke free of the two.

 

He stood and charged for Tommy, his eyes having turned one of the deepest shades of red Tommy had ever seen. 

 

Covering his face he grit his teeth and prepared for the attack but instead he felt a rush of air and heard Wilbur grunt in pain.

 

Panting, Tommy looked up to see a creeper hybrid holding him by his shoulders and keeping him standing even though his legs were wobbling.

 

“I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!” Techno shouted, making Tommy look over with wide eyes.

 

He watched as the brothers exchanged blows, some landing and some being dodged. 

 

Shaking, he watches as Wilbur bites Technos’ arm hard enough that blood quickly stains his suit and it draws a howl of pain out of the man. 

 

His breath comes quicker as he watches Techno bite Wilbur in the shoulder which causes him to yip in pain.

 

“Get off my father!” He hears Fundy yell as he suddenly comes into view with Purpleds’ trident.

 

His hands twitched as his heartbeat grew faster and faster. 

 

“Dad…” He manages to whisper before a shockwave of pain from his head makes it feel like it was being split open.

 

Gagging from the pain he bends forwards as his head is quickly filled with voices. 

 

THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!

 

THEY'RE FIGHTING BECAUSE YOU WERE TOO PIG HEADED TO JUST ACCEPT WILBUR!

 

IT'S YOUR FAULT HE'S GETTING HURT!

 

IT'S YOUR OWN FAULT THAT HE HURT YOU!

 

THEIR BLOOD IS ON YOUR HANDS!

 

ALL YOUR FAULT!

 

ALL YOUR FAULT!

 

USELESS!

 

STUPID!

 

ATTENTION SEEKER!

 

STUPID CHILD!

 

THEY'LL ALL HATE YOU!

 

YOU NEVER SHOULD'VE EXISTED IN THE FIRST PLACE!

 

ANNOYING!

 

WASTE OF SPACE!

 

Screaming out in pain, Tommy ended up on his knees while clutching at his head. His nails dug deep into his skin and caused more blood to seep out from his temples and side of his face.

 

“MY HEAD! IT FEELS LIKE IT'S SPLITTING OPEN!” He screamed. “MAKE IT STOP!”

 

Tears fell down his face which made his swollen eye hurt even more. Gagging on the taste of blood, Tommy leaned forward with wide eyes and felt himself losing control of his body.

 

Crying out when his arm suddenly grew 2x bigger and grew soft golden fur at an accelerated rate, he threw his head back and screamed as the voices grew louder and louder until he couldn't hear his heartbeat or the fighting anymore.

 

Falling back he feels his clothes ripping off his enlarging frame as his body went through a forceful transformation.

 

Turning his head he felt his head get bigger and bigger until it began to shift so his snout could form. Opening his mouth he lets out an inhuman scream that was a strange mixture of a human scream and the squeal of a Piglin.

 

Scratching at the ground he sobbed in pain as blood started to flow from his eyes.

 

“-playing in the sand…”

 

A sharp, stinging pain went throughout his back as someone lifted him. His head hit something solid and it made him feel even more lightheaded than before. 

 

“-little band.”

 

Tommy tried to open his eyes, he really did, but they were so heavy from all the pain he had just gone through. 

 

“You told me you fell in love with it, hadn't gone as I planned.”

 

A gentle hand wiped at his bloody head and he could hear someone sniffling.

 

“When you had to bid adieu…”

 

The voice broke off into a sob as Tommy slowly, slowly managed to open his eyes. Looking up he felt his heartbeat slowing down since he could no longer feel it beating against his painful rib cage.

 

Looking up through blurry eyes, he felt the transformation slowing down and the pain ebbing away, slowly but still going away. 

 

Looking down at him with tear filled eyes was Techno and Phil, both men openly sobbing as they held him. “P..Papa…” He croaks out before falling unconscious, his head falling back against a thick arm.

 

---

 

“Theseus…?” Techno whispered as he gently rubbed his son's chest with a shaking, bloodied hand. “Open your eyes baby. Come on, open your eyes.”

 

Tears streamed down his face as he slowly lowered his head and to his chest. When he heard his son's weak heartbeat he sobbed and looked up at his father. 

 

“Help.” He whispered in a broken voice. 

 

Clutching his bloodied child he sobbed as Phil sobbed right beside him. “Help.” He whispered before he found his voice and let out a loud cry. “HELP!”

 

Fast footsteps made him look up to see Ponk pulling their stethoscope out of their inventory. “Thank the gods I'm always prepared.” They whisper as they crouch in front of the three Watsons.

 

“Help…” Techno whimpered as he desperately held his son's head to his shoulder. 

 

Ponk gave him a worried look before placing the head of the stethoscope to Tommy's chest. They listen for a tense second before gaining a steely look.

 

“Someone arrest that fox!” They scream before standing. “And for the love of Death, someone help me get these two to my medical office!”

 

In a flash both Fundy and Wilbur were pinned to the ground by Sam and Dream while Jack, Niki and Purpled rushed over to help lift up Techno and Phil.

 

“Come on big guy, let's get your piglet some help.” Jack says as he helps lead Techno out with Niki and Purpled.

 

“He's…He's hurt…he's really hurt.” Techno muttered under his breath. “He's just a child…he's just a baby.”

 

“It's going to be ok big guy, everything is gonna be ok.” The human continues to reassure him.

 

“He's barely breathing Jack. He's barely…is he gonna die?” Techno sobbed, stumbling as he walked.

 

“No! No, no, no. He's not gonna die. We won't let him.” The human says softly as he struggles to keep Techno standing. 

 

“LET ME GO! HE'S TAKING MY SON! THAT PIG SHIT IS TAKING MY-!”

 

SMACK!

 

Jack looked over his shoulder and smirked when he saw Schlatt holding Wilbur up by his collar with a murderous look in his golden eyes.

 

“SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP!” The ram hybrid screamed before dropping Wilbur and stomping on his crotch. 

 

The pained howl made Jack smile and walk a bit faster, determined to get Tommy to safety.

 

An hour later…

 

It'd been almost an hour since they arrived at the medical office and forty minutes since Drista, George, Eret and Sam had started to work on the Watsons.

 

Ponk, Eret and Drista worked on Tommy while Sam and George worked on Techno, the man basically comatose.

 

“How is he?” Techno mutters as he looks up at George.

 

“I…I don't know yet.” George whispered. “I'm sorry Techno.”

 

“Ponk is…Ponk is taking care of him right? They're not just…just ignoring him because he's my kid right?” Techno whispers as George moves to get something from a cabinet.

 

“No. Ponk would never do that. They love Toms.” Sam says gently as he carefully puts an IV into the piglin hybrid's arm.

 

Jack frowns as he watches Sam wrap a bandage around Technos’ bitten arm. From where he was standing, Jack could see his pale face and the man just looked…dead for lack of a better word.

 

“I'm gonna go get you a sling. I'll be right back.” The creeper hybrid says softly before heading towards where storage was.

 

Crossing his arms, Jack watched as Foolish walked in and sat across from Techno with a dark look in his eye. The shark hybrid was quiet for a moment before he spoke with venom laced in his voice.

 

“None of this would've happened if you hadn't come to the party.” Foolish grit out, his clawed hands curling into fists. “My baby is in a hospital bed because of you, because you suddenly wanted to play daddy. We've been on the same Prime forsaken server for MONTHS and you never once asked about Tommy. Then suddenly you want him back after seeing Wilbur be the father he needed?! What is wrong with you?!”

 

“Foolish-”

 

“Shut it George!” Foolish yells right before glaring at Techno. “Why? Why now? Why do you suddenly wanna play father of the year now?”

 

“I never asked because I knew you'd never tell me anything since you fucked up his childhood just as much as I did.” Techno spoke softly. “I know about the partying, the Beast Pits fights, his cutting, you trying to turn him into me.”

 

Foolish flinched at that. 

 

“Your dad can be a real chatterbox when she has three glasses of wine in her and the safety of our book club.” The piglin hybrid says as he turns his head to look at Foolish. “I also know about the war you allowed him to fight in, the fact that you'd let Wilbur lock Tommy in a closet for days on end just because you wanted to bring a guy home and that you didn't start to care for him until a MANIAC attacked our boy.”

 

The god was frozen in his seat, his head lowered and his fingers clutching the knees of his suit. 

 

“I know I don't deserve to be called his father but he's still my son and I have so many years to make up for.” He says as he closes his eyes. “And I intend to make up for lost time.”

 

“Dad told you all this?” Foolish says softly.

 

“Her and Dream…” Techno nodded once.

 

“I…” Foolish whispered shakily.

 

“Please leave.”

 

As quickly as he came, Foolish left the room and left Jack, George and Techno in silence.

 

“Is…Is that all true?” Jack asks softly, looking at George who held onto a blood pressure cuff in shaky hands.

 

“Y…Yeah. Unfortunately Foolish wasn't a good mother but Eret and I tried to be there for him instead but he was always trying to get Dream in trouble so it was hard.” He sighed as he walked over to Techno. “Now please leave. I need to do his vitals and visiting hours are over.”

 

“But I-” “Jack.”

 

At the other Brits' bitter tone, Jack sighed and walked out the room. Looking back at the door he frowned before following a blood trail further into the office. Stopping outside a door marked ICU he peeks in through the door to see Ponk and Eret lifting a blanket up to the unconscious teen patient's chest.

 

Gently knocking on the door he waited to be let in and immediately walked over to Tommy.

 

The poor kid had bandages over his eyes that slowly seeped with blood, his face had claw marks running down the sides of his head, his cheek was swollen from the punch and his breathing was unsteady. Not to mention all the machines that were leading off of him.

 

“Is he…?”

 

“He's gonna be just fine.” Ponk says reassuringly.

 

“What all is wrong with him? Why does he need all these machines?” Jack questions as he gently tugs on a red cord leading off of Tommy's chest.

 

“His lung was punctured but is now fixed, his eye socket is broken, both eyes have busted blood vessels from the transformation, two broken ribs, a broken ligimit in his tail, a sprained ankle, concussion, a broken tooth that I have to pull and I can't get his tusk back in because it snapped not forced out.” The doctor sighed. “I also found alcohol in his system which does NOT mix with his medications.”

 

“Alcohol? Who'd give him alcohol?” Jack questions.

 

A knock at the door made the trio turn to see Dream, Punz and Purpled walking in, the blonde teen mercenary carrying a bouquet of flowers. “How is he? We're all worried.” Dream whispers almost fearfully.

 

“He's…good. He's good.” Eret nods, gently squeezing Tommy's pale hand. “We fixed him up so he should be ok…soon.”

 

Purpled stepped forward and gently laid the flowers he was holding against Tommy's shuddering chest. “These are for you.” He whispered before stepping back.

 

Eret smiled and ruffled Purpleds hair, the teen squawking in detestment.

 

“When do you think he'll wake up?” Dream questions as he sits down beside Tommy. 

 

“I'm unsure. Could be a couple hours, could be a couple days. It all depends on how his body recovers from this.” Ponk sighed. “He's got a long road to recovery from this. Might even have to raise his mandatory therapy sessions.”

 

“Will he be able to see when he wakes up? You said his eyes have busted blood vessels in them.” Jack asks worriedly.

 

“He'll be fine. It's just under the membrane.” The doctor reassures him.

 

“Mm..”

 

The group quickly looks over and watches as Tommy slowly sits up, his teeth grit in pain.

 

“Toms, stay laying down man.” Dream says softly, gently leaning him back towards the bed by the shoulders.

 

“Dad…Wilbur…” Tommy whispered in pain.

 

“They're in separate rooms. Wilbur is being put under house arrest for what he did to you today.” Ponk quickly says as they hold down the teens searching arm. 

 

“Where's…Where's Tubbo…Ranboo?” He whispered tiredly.

 

“They're in the waiting room now relax big man.” Purpled says softly.

 

“I wanna go home. Hate hospitals.” He sniffled, tears and blood slipping past the bandages. “Want mama.”

 

Before anyone could say anything a voice spoke up from the doorway. “Tommy?”

 

Jack looked over and was surprised to see Phil standing in the doorway with a blue and green egg in hand. 

 

“Grandpa?” Tommy choked out. “Grand…pa?”

 

Phil looked towards Dream who sighed and nodded. The blonde walked in and carefully placed the egg down next to Tommy. “Hey buddy.” He whispers. “How do you feel?”

 

“Tired…”

 

“I'd imagine so bud.” Phil says gently. “I'm so sorry for tonight…and…and every day we were gone. If I could go back in time I'd do everything differently.”

 

“Phil. Now's not the time for that.” Dream warns.

 

“Ri-Right…” Phil sighs. “I'm sorry Tommy.”

 

Jack frowns when Tommy doesn't answer, his head flopping back onto the pillows as his breathing slowly evens out.

 

“I think he's out again.” He whispers softly.

 

“I think you're right.” Ponk sighs. “Let's leave him be for now. Everyone.”

 

When they said that they looked directly at Dream who clicked his teeth and stood.

 

“Whatever.” He whispered before quickly leaving with Punz.

 

“Would it be alright if I stood guard outside his room?” Purpled asks softly. 

 

“Of course.” Ponk nods while gripping Phils’ shoulders in a tight grip. “Now as for you-”

 

“I'm not leaving and if you try to remove me, Lady Death herself will attack you for daring to lay a finger on her angel.” Phil hissed as he knocked the hands away so he could lean forward and take Tommy's shaking hand in his.

 

“Tch.” Ponk clicked his teeth and quickly grabbed Jack who looked back at Tommy and Phil.

 

Jack was surprised when he saw the dark shadow of a woman form behind the blonde man, said avain desperately clutching Tommy's hand.

 

---

 

Many days have passed and in those days Tommy was moved to his room in Schlatts home where he spends most of his days just staring at the ceiling or curled on his side on his bed cradling the egg that Phil gave him.

 

Nobody knew why he had an egg or if it was originally Phil's but they let him keep it since it seemed to be the only comfort he had at the moment.

 

Not even a movie night with Ranboo and Tubbo seemed to perk him up. He just stared at the screen with empty eyes that haunt the two teens.

 

Now as the days pass by and Tommy seems to be getting quieter and quieter, eats less and less and even refuses to leave his bed, the Schlatts were getting worried.

 

Quackity would try to contact Foolish only to get left on read, Schlatt cooks up all of Tommy's favorites to try and co-horse him into eating but he'd just turn away from the food and hug his egg while Tubbo would read to his friend even if it became difficult from the giant words in Tommy's books.

 

So they decided to do the one thing they thought they could do.

 

Knock knock!

 

Bring in the big guns.

 

Quackity quickly opens the door and just as quickly pulls in the two males behind the door. Pushing them towards Tommy's room he grunts when the taller of the two dug his heels into the wood of the floor.

 

“I'm not moving until you tell me what's going on? We just risked our necks to get here so you better-” “Tommy won't eat, speak or barely even look at us. We need you two to help.” Quackity interrupted, his head hung low.

 

“Where's Foolish?”

 

“We don't know. He's not answering his phone or communicator. Please just…just go see him.” Quackity says as he lowers his hands as Tubbo walks over with a tray with a steaming tea cup and bowl with some bread on the side.

 

“And try to get him to eat. He's…He's lost a lot of weight.”

 

Two large, slightly clawed hands gently took the tray and frowned. “How long ago has it been?”

 

“...Tuesday?” Quackity sighs. “We managed to get him to take a bite of stew.”

 

“A bite? Just a bite?” A man with folded black wings frowns.

 

“Hey, his world came crashing down on him all at once, on a day that should've been his and his alone, on a day that should've been happily celebrated with family, right after a big move that made him utterly exhausted and he fucking got beat by who he believed to be his father right in front of everyone on this stupid server. Oh! And not to forget but more than likely he's blaming himself for everything!” Tubbo hissed angrily. “So you try to eat with all that guilt on your shoulders, Phil!”

 

Both men flinch at the venom that dropped from Tubbos’ words, having been used to the kind and gentle Tubbo. Not this angry, scared and worried one.

 

“Now just…just please…help Tommy.” The ram hybrid frowned, staring down at the floor boards.

 

Both men looked towards each other then back down at the teen.

 

“We'll try our best.” The blonde one says softly. “But if this keeps up…maybe you should think of taking him back to the clinic.”

 

“What?! No! No freaking way!” Tubbo shouts. “He's staying right here where I can help him! Where he's comfortable! Where he-!”

 

Click!

 

The small group looked down the hall to see a form slowly stepping out of Tommy's room. 

 

Long, tangled blonde hair curtained the boy's face but they could see a single, grey eye staring at nothing.

 

His clothes looked disheveled and his hand was gripping his shirt just over his belly that slightly peeked out from his clothes.

 

Instead of feet, the group looked down to see a pair of hooves that made a soft clicking noise as the boy turned.

 

“Tommy?” Quackity whispers. “Baby?”

 

Tommy slowly looked up from the floor and stared at the duck hybrid with red, swollen, puffy eyes. 

 

The one holding the tray gently placed it down on a little bench against the wall before walking down to the teen.

 

“Hey honeybun…” They whispered. “Do you remember me?”

 

The teen gives him a searching look before slowly nodding. “Uncle…Bad…” The young hybrid whispered in a very hoarse voice.

 

The demon crouched down in front of Tommy and gently pulled him closer. He slid his hands down to the teens wrist and gently lifted Tommy's shirt sleeve up. 

 

When he saw no new marks he hummed happily then tried with the other hand but Tommy refused to give it up.

 

“Tommy, honey, let me see your arm please…” Bad whispered.

 

The smaller male shook his head slowly.

 

“Okay…can you at least tell me if you're hurt anywhere?” 

 

Tommy frowned and slowly shook his head, staring down at the ground.

 

“Are you sure honey? If you have any wounds anywhere I can try and make them better but if you don't tell me then I can't help.”

 

Tommy slowly looked up and stared straight at the winged man. “Why is he here…?” The boy whispered in a hoarse voice.

 

The winged man jumped slightly and walked over with a friendly smile. “Hey mate…how're you feeling?” He whispered.

 

Tommy frowns and looks down at the ground again.

 

The demon and angel glance at each other before the older man crouches down and gently tipped Tommy's face up. “Come on mate, let's get some food in ya huh?”

 

Tommy sighed and pulled away, shaking his head.

 

“What's wrong honey? Not hungry?” Bad whispers as Phil gently pet the boy's head.

 

Surprisingly, Tommy nodded while holding his belly.

 

“Yeah? You a hungry piggy?” The demon smiled as he tickled the teens side which earned him a small smile.

 

When he stopped the boy nodded slightly and wrung his hands together. Whimpering when his stomach rumbled, Tommy squeezed his eyes shut tight.

 

“Oh sweet pea, it's okay. We got you some food right over here that you can eat okay?” Bad cooed as he held the boys' cheek. “The only thing I want you to do is make your…”

 

Bad stopped when he noticed how badly the teens hands were shaking, his fingers twitching against his belly.

 

“What I want you to do is…get dressed in your comfiest clothes and let me and Phil take care of you okay?” The kind demon whispered. “You've been through something very scary and it's okay if you wanna let go, okay? I won't let anybody hurt you.”

 

The boy seemed hesitant but when Bad pressed a gentle kiss to the boy's forehead, he smiled softly.

 

Yawning widely, Tommy nuzzled into the kind hand and nodded just a tiny bit.

 

“There's my good boy, there we go…”

 

Phil watched curiously as Tommy sleepily wrapped his arms around Bads’ neck and let out a soft chuff.

 

The demon gently lifts the boy and coos gently to him, rubbing his back and gently rubbing his thumb against the base of his neck.

 

“It's okay honeybun. We're gonna get you out of these dirty, smelly clothes, cleaned up and fed. Does that sound good?”

 

The angel smiled when he heard Tommy's soft purr start up as he cuddled into his uncle's shoulder. 

 

“I'll take that as a yes.”

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Chapter 7: Promises

Summary:

While trying to take care of Tommy, problems arise in the form of a certain pair of twins and an admin.

Can Phil and Bad protect Tommy or will things continue to go wrong?

Humming softly, Phil searched through his grandsons drawers for some kind of comfy clothes but so far he was only finding dress shirts, slacks and a few pairs of overalls stained with mud that seemed too small for the boy.

 

“Ah! Tommy! Don't splash you muffinhead!”

 

Snickering at the yell, Phil continued to look until a knock at the window made him jump. Turning he spots a hand pressed against the window.

 

Frowning, Phil walked over and peeked out to see Dream, Sapnap and George chatting outside the window. Giving it a good yank upwards, Phil poked his head out.

 

“What are you boys doing here?” He asked with a curious head tilt.

 

“Ohhhh! You're where he gets that from!” Sapnap grinned.

 

Raising a brow he glanced towards Dream who chuckled.

 

“Tommy does the head tilt thing when he's curious about something.” The man explained.

 

“Ah.” Phil nodded slightly. “Now, what're you lot doing here?”

 

“We wanted to come see Tommy, to see how he's doing.” George frowned. “Schlatt hasn't let us come in…said something about Tommy not being ready.”

 

Biting his lip, Phil looks back towards the room door where he could hear the water draining. 

 

“You boys should probably come back later.” He said gently. “Tommy…Tommy isn't doing too well mentally.”

 

The angel's grip on the windowsill tightened when he remembered the fresh marks on his grandson's arm from earlier. Sighing he looked up at the worried looking boys in front of him, about to say something, but a soft scoff made him look towards Dream.

 

“Tommy is my nephew, I don't have to have permission to see him.” The masked man hissed. “Especially from you, Phil.”

 

Gritting his teeth, Phil reached out and grabbed the admin by the front of his hoodie. He pulled him up close so he could speak into his ear.

 

“Tommy is in a very fragile place right now and I swear to my wife if you even think about coming in here and making things worse, I will show you exactly why I've lived as long as I have. Understood?” He hissed darkly.

 

The admin slowly nodded after a shiver of fear.

 

Dropping the man, Phil climbed back through the window and gave the man his deadliest glare before slamming the window shut.

 

Drawing the curtains closed, the angel sighed until he noticed something peeking out from under Tommy's bed thanks to a mirror on the wall.

 

Curious, he peeks under and sees a storage cube filled with something. Pulling it out he smiles when he sees some pastel colored clothes inside. A sticky note quickly drew his attention so he gently pulled it off and smiled sadly at it.

 

For when I wanna be me

 

“Oh mate…” he whispered.

 

Unzipping the cube he pulled out the first few things he saw then slid the cube back under just as a soaking wet Bad walked in.

 

“Pfft!” The grandfather snickered as Bad gently placed Tommy, who was wrapped up in a fluffy white towel, onto the bed. “What happened to you mate?”

 

“Don't ask…” The demon huffed before shaking off some of the water, both blondes laughing softly when they got sprayed.

 

Standing up, Phil set the clothes down and smiled. Even without trying he had good taste. 

 

He'd managed to pick out a pair of pastel yellow overalls with a little light green patch on the knee, a long sleeved white shirt and a rose water colored cardigan that was a bit on the thin side but still looked warm.

 

A hand suddenly patting the pocket made him jump but he smiled when he saw it was just Tommy. He watches curiously as Tommy pulls a mini version of those swirly pops from the pocket.

 

“He still stashes candy…” He thought with a smile.

 

Laughing as the teen tried to bite the plastic off, Phil tried to gently take the candy. Once he got it free from the determined boy, he used a claw to rip the protective cover off and hold it out to him.

 

“Hey! You picked out a nice outfit!” Bad smiles as he rubs a towel on his hoodie.

 

“Thanks! I picked it out at random, I must admit.” Phil chuckles softly before turning to Tommy. “Now, my little chickadee, what do you wanna do after eating?” 

 

Tommy slowly looked up from counting the grain in the wood of the floor and seemed to think. After a few moments he glanced at his footlocker.

 

Bad hummed and opened the storage box and frowned at the sight of all the junk food. “Walkers…Curly Wurly…Crunchie…Tommy, what have I told you about eating so much of this junk?” The older man huffed. 

 

The boy simply looked down for a moment before pointing towards his window.

 

Phil looked towards the window and frowned. “You want to go outside?” He asks softly.

 

The younger blonde slowly nodded then pointed at the egg that was in a small nest of pillows and stuffed animals on top of the bed.

 

“Oh! You want to get some things for your egg?”

 

Another slow nod.

 

“I think that's doable.” Phil smiled. “We have a big store here that's connected to Hypixel so we can order anything you need for the little one.” 

 

“Uh…did I miss something?” Bad frowned curiously. “Why does he have an egg?”

 

“Kristen gave it to him. Said that it'd do him some good.” The older blonde hummed as he pulled a brush out of his inventory. “Now you get him dressed and I'll do his hair.”

 

With a determined nod, the two quickly got to work.

 

Twenty minutes later….

 

Sighing as the last knot was carefully brushed out of the long hair, Phil looked in front of him to see Tommy carefully forming a braid in a content looking Tubbos’ hair.

 

Once the little braid was done, Tommy tied it off then rested his chin on the brunette's head. His arms wrapped around the older boy's head as his chest rumbled with a purr.

 

“I love you too Toms…” Tubbo smiled warmly, gently rubbing the younger boy’s arm.

 

Smiling at the scene, Phil got to work on forming a braid with the hair in his hands. “Tommy! Time to eat!” Bad smiled as he walked in with the tray from earlier.

 

Tommy frowned and gently took the tray, setting it on top of Tubbos’ head which earned him a grunt of disapprovement.

 

As he braided his grandson's hair, Phil watched as Tommy silently ate his bread with a soft hum of content. 

 

Once the braid was done, Phil kissed the back of the blonde head and frowned when he felt something under all of that hair. But before he could voice his question of what it was Tubbo had carefully stood which caused Tommy to stand.

 

The piglin hybrid took the tray off his friend's head and wrapped his tail around the brunette's waist as they turned towards Phil. “So! Targay?” The ram hybrid grinned.

 

“After Tommy eats the rest of his food.” Bad gently orders. “It's his favorite, creamy potato with ham.”

 

“Awww…” Both boys shrunk at that.

 

Smiling in sympathy, he knew that the two were just excited to spend time with each other again since Tubbo and Ranboo would be joining them. “Aw, come on Bad, we can get them something to snack on at the store.”

 

“Snacks are well and good but Tommy has lost some weight. He needs to eat full meals, not little ones.” 

 

Suddenly, Tubbo let out a happy bleat that shocked Phil and Bad but made Tommy's dull eyes gain a small sparkle and his tail wagged.

 

“McPuffy’s! She just made a new meal for the month that'll be plenty enough for Tommy!” Tubbo grinned, his stubby tail wagging so fast it was a blur. “It's for Tommy's birthday! It even comes with a special toy and box!”

 

Tommy tilted his head and pointed at himself curiously.

 

“Yeah! It's named after ya too! It's called The Godslayers Feast!” The ram boy explained to his friend until he noticed something. “Uh…what happened to the-”

 

Almost as one, the whole room looked at the floor to see Tommy's soup bowl upside down on the rug.

 

“Oh! There it is!”

 

---

 

“Umph!”

 

Phil sighed softly and turned around to see Tommy face down on the ground…again. Ever since they had started to walk towards the restaurant after picking up Ranboo from his and Fundys’ nearly opened ice cream shop, Tommy had been falling a lot and Phil had no idea why.

 

The boy had been steady earlier, even attempting to skip with Tubbo (and failing miserably), but shortly after picking up Ranboo he just started falling.

 

“Mate, just let one of us carry you.” He says softly as Ranboo helps Tommy stand up with a worried look. “You're gonna be more bandaids than Tommy soon.”

 

By that he meant that his grandson was currently covered in colorful plasters due to his continuous falls. He was thankful that Ranboo had them in his pocket but he was growing worried.

 

Has this happened before? Was that why Ranboo always carried plasters in his suit pocket?

 

“Mm mm!” Tommy hummed grumpily, small tears forming in his eyes.

 

“Toms? You think you'd want a piggy back ride?” Tubbo frowned.

 

Tommy shook his head, gripping his pant legs angrily. 

 

Phil blinked and suddenly the stubborn teen before him turned into the chubby cheeked toddler that used to refuse to be carried because he was “a big boy now”. Smiling warmly, Phil suddenly knew what to do.

 

Stepping in front of Tommy he gently tilted his head up so he was looking at him. “Tommy, I know you think it's embarrassing to be carried around, right?” He asks softly.

 

The boy looked away and gave a slow nod.

 

Nodding, Phil gently held his face in his hands. Almost immediately the lad melted into his touch. 

 

“But you know something? If you let one of us carry you, you won't have to worry about falling, getting grass stains on your trousers, having to put on any more sticky plasters…” The teen huffed at that and gently scratched at a light blue one. “And….you'd be tall~”

 

That made a sparkle come to the boy's eye.

 

Bad, who quickly caught on, smiled and stepped forward. “Yeah Toms!” He says as he crouches down in front of the boy. “If you get on my shoulders then you'll be taller than Ranboo! You'll even be taller than me!”

 

The Angel stifled a chuckle when he saw an excited look slowly morph onto the younger Watson's face, his tail wagging so fast it was a blur.

 

He knew that'd work.

 

Tommy quickly tried to get onto Bads’ back but when he found he couldn't he let out sad oinks until Ranboo and Tubbo came to the rescue. 

 

As soon as he was safely on Bads’ shoulders, Phil finally chuckled happily while Tommy let out a victorious snort.

 

The boy put his chin on top of Bads’ head in pure content.

 

Once they started walking again, the eldest felt eyes staring into the back of his skull so he turned and frowned at the looks on the boys’ faces.

 

“What's wrong?”

 

“How'd you do that?” Ranboo asks in pure awe.

 

“Yeah! We usually have to force Tommy to let us carry him when he's hurt.” Tubbo frowned.

 

Chuckling, the man turned away to try and keep up with the long legged demon. “Well it was easy.” He smiled smugly. “If you know that Tommy loves being the tallest.”

 

“Huh?” Both teens frowned.

 

“When he was a toddler, Toms always hated being the smallest in the family. He couldn't reach his graham crackers, he couldn't get on his chair without help, he always struggled with getting onto our beds and he absolutely despised being shorter than the counter because he couldn't reach his bottles and sippys that we'd make him in the mornings.” He says fondly. “He was such an impatient babe.”

 

The teens chuckled at that. “I can see that.” Tubbo smiled.

 

“So whenever he got tired from trying to keep up with us “giants” he'd get grumpy and try to run but he'd just get even sleepier.” He continued. “But we found a way to let him help since he wanted to be a big boy. We'd trick ‘em.”

 

“Like you just did?” Ranboo chirped.

 

“Exactly!” Phil grinned. “We realized he loved being the tallest, as in whenever we put him on our shoulders, so we'd tell him he could be the tallest around if he let his daddy carry him. And it worked every time without fail! Sometimes he'd even fall asleep with his little cheek squished against his daddy's head…”

 

Since he was re-living his fond memories of when his family was complete, he didn't notice the mischievous grins of Tubbo and Ranboo.

 

“Soooo…” The enderman hybrid smiled sweetly as he stepped up beside the bird man.

 

“Got any other fond memories you wanna share with us big man?” The second youngest teen grins.

 

Blinking in confusion for a moment, Phil quickly gained a smile and opened his inventory. He pulled out an ender chest, plopped it down and started searching through it. Once he had what he was looking for, he gave a soft caw and pulled it out. 

 

Holding a book to his chest he closed the lid and quickly scooped up the chest. 

 

“Boys, I can do you one better! I have pictures!” The angel grins excitedly.

 

It's been AGES since he's gotten to tell family stories! He was not going to waste this opportunity!

 

A few minutes later…

 

“-and when Tommy was three we got Fundy a weighted blanket for his anxiety. But Tommy loved it so much, so Fundy shared it with him and whenever it was nap time they'd crawl right under.” Phil grinned as he showed Tubbo and Ranboo a picture of little Tommy and Fundy emerging from their weighted blanket. “This was after their first nap time with it. They had no idea what year it was.”

 

Both teens laugh at the sleepy, confused looks on the children's faces.

 

Up above, Tommy whined and tried to hide his burning red face in his hands but it wasn't working.

 

“Oh! Tommy!” Phil smiled as he flipped to a page of the Watsons dressed as monsters. “This was the Halloween you almost got adopted by a family of zombies. Remember?” 

 

When the boy looked down at the photo he tilted his head curiously. But when Tommy shook his head, Phil frowned but looked down at the photo again. A small smile pulled at his lips the longer he looked at it. 

 

“Well you were still small.” He chuckled sadly.

 

“I'm…sorry…can't…remember…”

 

Looking up, Phil watched as Tommy played with a piece of Bad’s hair with a sad look on his face.

 

“Can't…Can't remember.” He muttered. “I'm sorry…want down now…please.”

 

Bad got down to the ground and helped Tommy hop over his head. “There ya go baby muffin…”

 

When the demon sat up, Tommy gave him a gentle head bonk before turning away. “Wanna remember…”

 

Watching his grandson, Phil went to reach out for him when the door in front of them opened.

 

Jumping in shock he looked up and saw that they were in front of the pirate themed restaurant. When had they…?

 

“Tommy?”

 

Looking at the door now, Phil frowned at the sight of the admins' smiley mask and his friends’ shocked expressions.

 

“Holy crap! What happened to your face Tommy?!” Sapnap cried as he dropped his food box to gently hold the teens face.

 

Tommy sniffles and rubs at his eye only to wince in pain. “I fell…” He mumbled in a tired sounding voice. “A lot…”

 

Dream immediately stepped forward and held open his arms. “Come to me Tommy.”

 

The blonde teen sniffles and breaks away from Sapnap. He stumbled forward and straight into his uncle's arms. 

 

The admin wrapped his arms tight around the boy before looking down at his legs. “Yikes…it's only been a couple weeks since your birthday but it looks like you lost some muscle.” He said with a frown in his voice. “Do they hurt? Your legs…”

 

Tommy nodded with a sniffle, tucking his head under his uncle's chin.

 

“Oh Tommy, I'm sorry.” The masked man whispers, his hand gently clasping over the back of the boy's neck. “But don't worry…we'll get you back in shape in no time.”

 

Phil grit his teeth when he saw how Tommy flinched from the words.

 

The words of his wife from weeks ago suddenly ringing in his ears.

 

---

 

“Phil.”

 

Jumping slightly from the sudden voice, Phil turned to look at his wife while his grip on his youngest grandchild's hand tightened.

 

He watches as she gently smooths their grandbaby's hair back then gently traces her sharp nail against the stark white bandages that cover the teens eyes.

 

“Tommy is in danger.” She whispered.

 

The blonde man lowered his head again. “I know…Wilbur-”

 

“Not only from Wilbur.” The goddess whispers urgently. “There's a Dreamon on this server.”

 

The angel's heart stopped beating as pure horror made his blood run as cold as ice. 

 

“A Dreamon?! I thought…I thought they were extinct!” He cried.

 

“Unfortunately one escaped the extermination.” Kristen said sadly. “His name was Nightmare and he has made a deal with a mortal.”

 

Phil felt his blood freeze at the name 'Nightmare'. He remembers that name from one of his old books that has since deteriorated to the point where he couldn't even hold it without it turning to a pile of scrap. But what he remembered was not good in the slightest. 

 

Nightmare was categorized as a level 10 demon. 

 

The highest level you can be.

 

"I need you to keep Dream away from Tommy." She says urgently. "He is not a good person. He made a deal with Nightmare to become a god and one day he will take all three of Tommy's lives.”

 

Looking down at his grandson, Phil tried his hardest to stay calm. He truly did but he could feel Crimson, or Redza as his wife so fondly named him, had started to awaken.

 

Dark red horns slowly ripped through the man's skin, his sclera’s slowly turning black.

 

“Phil!”

 

Glancing up at his wife he watches as her face morphs from worried to downright terrified.

 

“Please! You have to keep him safe! I cannot revive another grandchild, I'm still weak from reviving little Fundy. If he dies before he can ascend…he'll die for good.”

 

---

 

Walking over he rips his grandson away from the admin and wraps his arms around his shoulders, pulling him close to his chest with a growl.

 

“Sorry Dream but we need to get some food into our patient before we go have some fun.” He says in his best calm voice. “So if you'll excuse us-”

 

“Hey, you don't just get to start deciding things for Tommy. You left and I stepped up.” Dream hissed, getting in the angels face, scaring the teen in his arms. “Or don't you remember that April night where you and The Blade left a hurt child with a maniac and a teen.”

 

Gulping, Phil looked down at his grandson and saw the way he clung to him and attempted to lean away from the admin. 

 

Before he could say anything in retort, a dark aura behind him made the man glance back to see Bad glaring down at Dream.

 

“Sorry boys but Tommy needs to eat so we're cutting this little reunion short.” The demon said in a sweet voice but his face did not match.

 

The demon looked damn near ready to jump on the younger man and beat his lights out.

 

“Oh really? That's too bad.” Dream sighed, lifting his drink to Tommy's mouth. When Tommy took a sip of the drink his tail wagged happily and he took the cup into his hands. “I had a surprise for Tommy too…but if you have to leave…”

 

Tommy perked up at the word “surprise” and whined.

 

Phil bit the inside of his cheek when Tommy gave him puppy dog eyes, his one weakness.

 

Looking up at Bad they both sighed.

 

It's so hard to say no to Tommy.

 

“Fine…why don't you boys…join us for lunch?” Phil asks through gritted teeth.

 

“Well!” Dream said with a smile in his voice. “That'd be lovely! Right boys?”

 

“Yeah! It's been forever since we got to hang out with Tommy!” Sapnap grinned as he picked up his food box. “Plus I still have my gift for him!”

 

George, who looked a tad uncomfortable, nodded. “Same.”

 

Together the group walked into the restaurant and had the kids take a seat in a large booth. It wasn't terribly busy but it was busy enough that Phil knew they'd be standing there for a while. 

 

“Hey Phil, get me another coke huh? Toms hijacked mine.” Dream called out as he walked to the table with his friends.

 

Growling, Phil quickly went to follow when the door to the restaurant opened and shocked whispers started to ring through the air.

 

The friend group, Phil and Bad, look towards the door and freeze at the sight of Wilbur and Techno standing beside each other, both glaring at the other.

 

“We find Tommy and he decides who he wants to stay with then we separate and never speak again, got it?” Wilbur asks with a tense smile.

 

“Wouldn't dream of it, government.” Techno hissed, removing his boar mask so his bright red eyes were visible. “Just looking at your face makes me sick.”

 

“Ditto.”

 

The twins looked around the restaurant, walking from table to table which made Phils’ heart skip a beat in fear.

 

He quickly walked to the table where Tommy was trying to hide himself in Tubbos’ chest and quickly threw his Haori over the blonde. Standing next to the table he feels sweat drip down his brow as Wilbur glanced his way.

 

“Heyyyy…Wil…” He grins nervously.

 

Wilbur taps his twin's shoulder before walking to the table. Together the brothers looked at the hidden person and raised a brow then gave their father a look.

 

“What?” Phil questions softly.

 

“Really Phil? We know that's Tom…my…oh my gods.” Wilbur grinned brightly. “Is he in a drop?!”

 

Two growls made Phil look down to see Tubbo and Ranboo protectively hugging a frightened and shaking Tommy.

 

“Go away Wilbur.” Ranboo hissed. “Tommy deserves this after everything you put him through on his BIRTHDAY.”

 

“Well none of that would've happened if Tommy had just accepted the fact that Techno is just some deadbeat pig that never gave two shakes of a rat's ass about him.” Wilbur hissed. “While I lovingly raised him to be the perfect little raccoon he is.”

 

“Shut it Wilbur, you have no idea how hard it was to leave.” Techno shot back. “I left because I had to!”

 

“Oh yes, you just had to leave a six year old baby to sit at a window every day and every night to wait for his daddy to come home while the voices in his head screamed for blood. Oh! And not just anyone's blood! His own blood.” The fox twin growled darkly.

 

Techno slammed his fist against the table and let out an angry roar. “I LEFT TO PROTECT YOU FOUR!”

 

“OH REALLY?! I HIGHLY DOUBT THAT YOU FUCKING LONEY! I BET YOU JUST FUCKING LEFT BECAUSE YOU CRAVED ADVENTURE AGAIN!” 

 

“IF I HADN'T LEFT THAT NIGHT I COULD'VE KILLED YOU FOUR!”

 

“YOU ALWAYS COULD'VE KILLED US BUT YOU DIDN'T! YOU NEVER HURT US! YOU BARELY EVEN GLANCED AT US WHEN IT CAME BETWEEN US AND YOUR STUPID GARDENING BET BETWEEN YOU AND SQUID KID!” 

 

“THE VOICES DEMANDED BLOOD, THEY CRAVED IT! IF I HADN'T LEFT, YOU WOULD'VE BEEN THE-”

 

“OH FUCK OFF WITH THAT SHIT! THAT'S STILL NO EXCUSE! TOMMY CRIED FOR YOU EVERY NIGHT! EVERY. FUCKING. NIGHT!”

 

Before Techno could say anything back, Tommy stood and vaulted over Ranboo. He quickly pushed past Wilbur and ran straight out the restaurant in tears.

 

“Tommy!” Phil and Bad cry in alarm, quickly giving chase.

 

“NOW LOOK WHAT YOU DID!” The twins shouted at each other.

 

“No, look what you BOTH did!” Tubbo shouted in anger. “The only thing Tommy wanted was a nice, quiet and peaceful life here! But you two fucking ruined it!”

 

“What the fuck did I do?!” The pink haired man growled.

 

“How about attacking Wilbur? How about actually fighting Tommy? How about not coming back or coming to see him after his fights?! You two played in MCC and fought in the Beast Pits together!” Ranboo growled back. “Oh and let's not forget SMPEarth, Mr. Emperor!”

 

That made the man flinch back.

 

“It honestly makes me sick knowing that he called for both of you in his sleep for the past few fucking weeks but you bastards didn't have the balls to even message him an apology for not only the fight but for fucking BEATING HIM-!” Tubbo looks at Wilbur and glares.

 

“Or fucking ABANDONING HIM!” Ranboo hissed at Techno.

 

Both men stepped back from the angry teens.

 

“He still loves you for whatever reason, a reason I may never get, but I'll support him because that's what someone who loves someone else does.” The ram boy continued. “So if that means he continues to want to be Wilbur's son, YOU better support him and be an AMAZING, LOVING AND CARING UNCLE.”

 

“And if that means that if he wants to try and remember Techno, to try and be father and son with him again THEN YOU'LL SUPPORT HIM!” The enderteen shouts at Wilbur.

 

“And most of all, YOU WON'T FIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM!” Both teens screamed.

 

Once they finished scolding the two men, both boys ran out of the restaurant and right past the Dream Team.

 

Techno and Wilbur share a look before sighing.

 

They really messed up.

 

---

 

Phil groaned when he felt a pain in his side, stopping only momentarily to look around to see if he could spot his grandson anywhere. But when he couldn't he felt his wings twitch in anguish.

 

“Where could he be?!” He cried. “I lost sight of him for a freaking minute!”

 

When he was suddenly grabbed and slung over a shoulder, Phil looked down and blinked in surprise at the sight of Bads’ tail. “Huh?” He gasped.

 

Looking back, he looks around to see they were headed towards Nikis’ bakery. He yelped in surprise when they ran right through the door 

 

“Niki! Emergency giant cook-oh.”

 

Struggling to be put down, Phil finally slipped free and turned to see his grandson being gently rocked in Puffys’ arms as he quietly chewed on a large snickerdoodle cookie, fat tears rolling down his cheeks.

 

“Shhhh, shhhh…” Puffy whispered gently. “Grandpa has you baby. No more tears.”

 

Tommy hiccupped as he snuggled up against the ex-pirate. “Head…feels like it's on…fire. Don't know…what to…do. Want papa…don't know who papa…is…” The teen sobbed, his cookie dropping from his shaking hand.

 

Puffy caught it with ease and kissed Tommy's head. “Shhh, shhh…” She whispered.

 

“I got the warm milk…”

 

Phil frowned when he saw Fundy walking over with a star patterned glass tumbler with an orange straw hanging out from the rim from the kitchen.

 

The man gently placed it on the table then took the younger blonde's hand. “How is he?”

 

“He's in pain. Said his head feels like it's on fire.” 

 

“Shit…”

 

“Lang…auge…” Tommy muttered.

 

“Sorry buddy…” Fundy whispered, kissing the blonde's head. “Come on, you gotta eat your cookie. Your blood sugar is pretty low.”

 

“No…” the boy hiccupped. “Don't…Don't…”

 

“Now you hush your mouth right now.” Puffy huffed. “You do deserve to eat, honey. You didn't ask to be put in this situation, now did you?”

 

But Tommy just ducked his head and hid his mouth from view. 

 

Frowning, Phil stepped closer and gently took the teen from his old friend. 

 

“Phil, he doesn't like being-” The ex-pirate tried to say but she quieted down when Tommy hugged the man with a hiccup.

 

“Shhh, shhh my little prince.” The older man whispered sweetly, kissing his temple and carding his fingers through his hair. “You're okay. Grandpa Phil has ya…'m so sorry baby..”

 

Resting his chin on his grandson’s shoulder he unfurls his wings and covers them up completely. “I promise I'll never leave you again.” 

 

Tears slowly fell down both blondes' faces as they hugged. 

 

“Grandpa…” Tommy sobbed. “I'm sorry…I can't remember. I really want to…but my brain doesn't…it doesn't work right anymore.”

 

Gripping his grandson tighter, the angel tucked his head closer to his neck.

 

“It hurts…it hurts so bad…but I…I don't know what to do. Wilbur raised me but he hurt me…Techno loved me but left me…my heart…my head…it all hurts. I don't know what to do!” The teen cried. “Help me!”

 

Gently pulling away, the older man gently held his boy's wet face in his hands. “Shhh, shhh…” he whispered. “I…I know it feels hard and that you just want to curl up and forget about everything but you need to be strong. Can you do that for me?”

 

When he got a slight nod he uncovered them and gently kissed his forehead. “Grandpa will help you in any way he can, okay? He'll be right here, by your side, until the end of time.”

 

A soft hiccup was his answer as the boy wiped his face on Phil’s yukata.

 

Phil smiled warmly as he gently pulled Fundy into the hug they were sharing and kissed his forehead as well. “If I could, I'd go back in time and fix all my mistakes just so I could see you two be happy.” He whispered, nuzzling Fundys’ cheek. “I wish I had been around for you boys. I wish I could've stopped all this confusion. I wish…I wish I never chose favorites.”

 

When both his grandsons made their own respective sounds: Fundy a soft yip and Tommy a tiny oink, as they cuddled up in his arms, Phil smiled and kissed both their heads once more.

 

“No matter what, I will be here for both of you.” He says softly.

 

“Grandpa…” The fox hiccupped, tears starting to fall down his face. “I'm scared…I think Dad's losing it…”

 

Holding his boys close, Phil gently shushes his grandchild. “It's gonna be okay honey. Everything will be okay…” Glancing out the bakery window and at the not too far away forms of Wilbur and Techno, he gave a dark glare. “I'll protect you both.”

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Chapter 8: Apologies

Summary:

With the guilt of his actions falling hard on his shoulders, Phil tries to protect his grandsons in any way he can but when his sons apologize to the boys, will he be able to regain in his instincts?

Read on to find out!

Notes:

I got hit by the Ao3 authors curse. Hard.

Fuck gallbladders.

Watching his grandchildren eat silently, Phil felt his heart break.

 

The last time he'd had lunch or a meal with his grandsons was Tommy's sixth birthday and they looked so happy, so cheerful and so…so hopeful.

 

But now…

 

Fundy’s ears were slicked back and his eyes were red and puffy, his face so very pale and his eyes drooped like he'd fall asleep at any moment.

 

While Tommy was cuddled as close as he could be to Fundy, a chicken nugget hanging from his mouth. His own face was puffy and his eyes were swollen as well, if not a bit more due to the breakage in his face.

 

Both boy's hands shook as they attempted to calm each other with cuddles and soft words, whispering between them. Tommy was clinging so tightly to his cousin that his grasping arms shook.

 

The blonde whined as he attempted to open a barbeque sauce dipper but his hands shook so badly that he couldn't hold it still. “Fundy…” The boy whined as he held up a little sauce.

 

“I gotcha liefje…” The red head whispered, taking the sauce. 

 

The room was still and quiet as Fundy opened the sauce for his cousin, kissing his head as he handed it back.

 

“Thank you…” 

 

Watching Tommy silently eat his now sauced up nugget, Phil sighed and looked around. 

 

After explaining what had happened and why Tommy had been found crying near the Prime Path, Puffy had immediately marched out of the bakery and disappeared for a good half hour.

 

In that half hour the group of The Bench Trio, Fundy, Phil, Bad and The Dream Team had taken refuge in Niki's bakery, with the baker's permission, and had shared Dream and his friend's food.

 

Eventually Jack and Niki had joined them from the back and served them tea and biscuits, making sure that Fundy and Tommy got the biggest ones.

 

Together the group silently ate and comforted the two youngest Watsons with pitying looks until Puffy walked through the door with Wilbur and Techno, both men carrying large bags from the woman's fast food business.

 

The two didn't say anything, just silently put the food down and started passing out the boxes of The Godslayers Feast.

 

Once they passed out the last two boxes to Niki and Jack they took their own boxes and walked to separate corners. They sat down and started to eat while Puffy set an egg timer.

 

After two fights about Techno making random noises as he played with his meals toy (a little fidget cube that looked like a gold ore block) and Wilbur hitting his twin with his disc launcher, they had moved upstairs to Nikis’ home and confiscated the toys.

 

Phil was still confused about that but he didn't want to say anything. His poor boys were still shaken up.

 

With a sigh, Phil placed his burger down. “Why the fuck did I ever leave with Techno…? I should've been there to protect them…”

 

Rubbing at his forehead he hadn't expected Tommy to suddenly push his arms out the other way of his lap. He frowned and went to tell him not to push when he suddenly had his lap full of his teen grandson while his adult one hid down by his feet. 

 

Both boys were shaking and attempting to hide themselves against his body but the only one that was hidden from view was Fundy. Poor Tommy just had his head tucked into his neck, a shaky grip on the outside of his yukata.

 

Bouncing him slightly, he grew confused until he looked up to see Wilbur, Techno and Puffy standing at the doorway to the stairs.

 

Glaring at his sons he sits up straight and holds his youngest grandson close. 

 

“Boys…don't you have something to say to your sons?” Puffy hissed as she stepped out of the way of the twins.

 

The two didn't seem very happy about being there but sighed. 

 

“I'll go first.” Techno whispered.

 

The large man walked over to Phil and Tommy, his footsteps heavy under his thick boots. He crouches down and sighs softly at the flinch he received.

 

Phil glared at his oldest, cradling Tommy close.

 

“Theseus…can you please look at me?” The pink haired man whispered.

 

Knowing his grandchild was scared, the angel huffed and shook his head. “This is the best you're gonna get mate. Deal with it.”

 

Sighing, Techno nodded and gently rested a large hand against his boy's back. 

 

“Theseus, I…I'm so fucking sorry.” Techno whispered. “I thought that…I thought that if I left then you'd be safe. I thought you'd be able to grow up happy, healthy and strong…I never thought of my name making you a target for hunters…”

 

A hard flinch nearly made the blondes knock into each other but Phil just gave a warning hiss towards his oldest.

 

Getting the gist of what the hiss meant, Techno quickly changes the subject. “...I just…my voices were becoming too much and the day I left I…I nearly…I nearly hurt you. I…They told me to make you regret hurting yourself and I…it scared me so much. I almost hurt you. I almost hurt my precious baby boy.”

 

Looking down at Tommy, the grandfather took in the searching look of the younger then looked at his son.

 

“Because of that I…I tried to stay away. I tried so hard to not want to go home. To not want to see your bright smile, your beautiful little face…to hear you call for me as I walk up the pathway with groceries or a fresh kill.” The man continues. “I tried so hard but there were nights I'd cry myself to sleep holding one of your shirts to my chest, imagining it was you. There were nights I'd get so drunk I'd stare at the wall and imagine you and I playing on your swings.”

 

“Some nights I'd say: Just one more. Just one more and we'll go home.” He whispered wetly. “But it'd never be one more because I'd remember that I had almost hurt you. But if I'd known…if I'd known about everything that happened to you because your dad wasn't there…I would've…I would've come back in a heartbeat. I would've scooped you up, hugged you, kissed you, protected you…I would've done everything a father should do for his son.”

 

Techno hung his head as he stared at the hard wood of the floor. He was going to speak again but Tommy beat him to it.

 

“Your crown is slipping, king.” He whispered, fixing the accessory. “So lift your head.”

 

When Techno did, Phil yelped and caught the boy by the waist before he could fall out of his arms since the little shit decided to slam his forehead into his father's.

 

The man yelped and slid back onto his bum with small tears clinging to the corners of his eyes and a red spot where their foreheads collided. He was so confused until Tommy smiled slightly, resting his cheek on the older blonde's shoulder and gripping his arm.

 

“I can't forgive you. Not yet…” He whispered. “But I can give you another chance.”

 

The teen held out his hand towards his father and gave a gapped toothed grin. 

 

“Let's start over!” He says cheerfully. “My name is Thomas “Tommyinnit” Theseus Watson-Soot! I like the color red, I have two best friends, a wonderful older brother and a very overprotective family. What's your name?”

 

Phil smiled and nestled his nose in the blonde locks of his grandson, a proud feeling blooming in his chest.

 

When he heard a soft chuckle, he opened his eyes and watched as Techno took the hand in his. He kisses the boy's knuckles and gives him a gentle smile. 

 

“My name is William “Technoblade” Ares Watson. I enjoy a cup of tea with a book, I hate the government and I have a beautiful son who I love more than life itself.” The pink haired man smiled as his tears fell. “I'm a piglin hybrid. What about you?”

 

Tommy gave an exaggerated sigh and giggled. “I'm a shark, totem of undying and a piglin hybrid! My mama thinks there's more in me but we don't know yet.” He smiled. “My uncle says I'm close to Chimera status. Whatever that means…”

 

The two older Watsons smile and pet his head gently. 

 

Soft clacking made Phil look up to see Wilbur walking over and crouching by the table as well.

 

The brunette sighed softly, his chocolate brown eyes shining in regret. “I…I have a lot to make for with you boys.” He whispered. “First Jared, then the Beast Pits, the neglect…gods I…I'm so sorry.”

 

Tommy looked towards his fake father as Phil gently rested a hand on the back of his head. 

 

“I never should've done any of the things I have. I know I could never make up for it all but I'd…I’d like to try. I'd like to try and make things up to you two.” He whispered. “I…I'm not a bad man…I don't know why I snap. Especially at you kids.”

 

Fundy, slowly slipping out of his hiding spot, watched his father closely.

 

“I…when Tommy called Techno his father I…I panicked. I thought I'd lose him just like how I lost Techno and Phil as a child.” The older man whispered. “They were always going off to have adventures, to-to fight in wars that were none of their business…while I was forced to stay home and raise myself. If…If it hadn't been for Fundy’s birth, they never would've come home I suspect.”

 

Wilbur gripped his pant legs as tears fell from his eyes. “I…I was so scared. I thought that Fundy would have to go through what I did…losing a brother the same way I had…but I…but I just made it worse. I…I hurt Tommy…I beat him in front of so many people…I don't know why, I really don't, I…I’m so fucking sorry.”

 

Tommy and Fundy shared a worried look.

 

“I regret every fucking thing. Every. Thing.” Wilbur continued. “I wanted to apologize, I wanted to hold both my boys in my arms but I…I was a coward. I'm sorry.”

 

Fundy helped Tommy off their grandfather's lap carefully before they both hugged the crying fox hybrid. 

 

“I don't think I can forgive you dad but I want to try.” Fundy whispered.

 

“Papa…” Tommy hiccupped, tears starting to fall down his face.

 

Wilbur just cried harder and wrapped his arms around his boys. 

 

“I'm so sorry.” He whispered after a minute before turning to his brother. “I'm so sorry, William.”

 

Tommy looked at his father with hopeful eyes, his cheek squished against Wilbur's shoulder. He reached a hand out towards Techno who immediately took it with a sigh.

 

“I…I forgive you.” He whispered, pulling his family into a hug. “Hug button?”

 

“Hug button!” Wilbur let out a wet laugh and buried his face in his brother's shoulder to rid himself of tears and snot. 

 

“Bruhhh…”

 

Tommy and Fundy laugh when he suddenly blew his nose.

 

“BRUH!”

 

Techno carefully gave his son and nephew to his father before jumping on his brother, holding him down. “Say sorry!” He shouts before letting a thin string of spit hang out of his mouth.

 

“AH! NO!” Wilbur laughed cheerfully, turning his head in disgust. “I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY!”

 

Slurping back up the drool, Techno sat on his brother's waist and laughed. “Pussy.”

 

“Oh you fuck head!” The brunette twin grinned as he turned them over.

 

He jumped on his brother's chest like a fox jumps on prey, getting a grunt and groan as a result. The jumping continued until they were knocked apart by both of their boys.

 

Tommy grinned and got to his knees, bouncing on his hands in front of his father while Fundy yipped and wagged his tail excitedly.

 

Both older Watsons laughed and got into position to play with their sons.

 

Techno turned full piglin, snorting and shaking his head to tease his boy.

 

Tommy snorted curiously and tilted his head.

 

“What's wrong? Can't you shift yet?” The pink haired man questioned.

 

Tommy snorted as he shook his head.

 

Techno looked up at Wilbur who was already happily playing with Fundy, fully transformed so brown fur covered his face and hands. Fundy actually managed to jump on his father's chest as he had with Techno.

 

Phil looked towards the two and laughed when Wilbur managed to roll them over and started to tickle attack his son's sides.

 

BONK!

 

Looking down, Phil smiles when he sees Tommy headbutting his leg with little excited snorts. 

 

“No, no baby. Grandpa can't play with us. His skull is too thin.” The boy's father hums before picking Tommy up by the scruff (that he luckily had in his human form) in his mouth.

 

Tommy squeals happily and sways his legs at being up so high. His tail went a mile a minute as he attempted to headbutt his father but only got soft chuffs for his efforts.

 

Smiling, Phil happily watches his family start to play on the floor together. 

 

Gently touching his chest he sighed. “Maybe things aren't truly broken after all.”

 

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Humming softly as he puts some random throw pillows down in the carts basket, Phil chuckles when he spots Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo by the claw machine.

 

Once the sides were padded he stood back and nodded at his work.

 

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

 

Jumping in shock, Phil turned to see Techno running past at top speed with an evil grin and Wilbur and Fundy in his cart's basket, both screaming in fear and holding onto their hats.

 

Laughing, he walks over to the teens and peeks into the machine to see what they were looking at. 

 

Inside were three plushies that immediately caught Phils’ eye.

 

One was a piglin, another was an enderman and another was a ram. 

 

With a smile he pulled a little coin pouch in the shape of Kons’ head out of his sleeve. “So boys, what one would you like?”

 

“Huh? Oh! Don't worry, Tommy's got this.” Tubbo grinned, behind him Ranboo pointed into the machine.

 

Curious, the man looked into the machine and yelped in surprise when he saw Tommy happily burying his upper body in the toys. “HOW'D HE GET IN THERE?!” He cried, drawing the attention of his sons and oldest grandson.

 

“We have no idea.” Ranboo laughs.

 

“CAN HE GET OUT?!” 

 

“Nop-e.” Tubbo grinned, popping his “p”.

 

“Uh…how'd he…?” Techno asks as he peeks into the game.

 

“We have no idea.” Dream says as he walks over from the soda fountain. “He just phases right through the glass and plays in the piles before-”

 

Tommy popped up in the machine and laughed. He took the enderman off his head and put it down the chute, quickly following it with a few piglins, rams, a couple foxes and a duck.

 

“That.” The ram man laughed as he sipped his drink. “Hold on, I know how to get him out.”

 

The group watched as Dream stepped forward, moved his mask slightly before moving it back into place. Tommy seemed to suddenly become afraid as he scrambled out of the machine and fell straight into Ranboos’ arms.

 

“Ay! I got the best prize in the machine!” He cheers, his tail wagging happily. “A Tommy!”

 

The group chuckle and laugh as Tommy accepts his fate when Ranboo starts to rub their faces together and hold him tight.

 

“Tommy, stop bothering Ran-” Before Dream could finish his sentence, he let out a surprised bleat when Bad pulled him by his hood. He landed on his bum and hissed in slight pain. “Ow…”

 

“Don't mind him muffin, here! I got you your favorite!” The demon cheerfully says as he holds out a big gulp cup nearly the same size as Tommy's head.

 

“Whoa! Should uh…should he be drinking that much soda?” Techno frowned.

 

“Hm? Oh! It's necessary!” Bad frowned. “Tommy has both low blood sugar and low blood pressure so he needs to drink a lot in one day to keep him healthy.”

 

Tubbo took the cup and held the straw to Tommy's mouth. His little tail wagged happily when Tommy happily took a sip. 

 

“He also needs constant snacks!” Tubbo smiled.

 

“And vitamins since he's anemic and he has a weak immune system.” Ranboo continued as he took over holding the cup while Tommy drank.

 

“Poor baby got sick so often as a child.”

 

The group turned in surprise to see George, Sapnap, Sam and Skeppy walking in with some reusable bags.

 

Phil frowned and stepped in front of the teens when he saw George and Sapnap.

 

He didn't necessarily feel any danger coming off them but they were Dream's friends. There was no way he was going to trust them around the teens.

 

“Hi Tommy!” Sam smiled behind his gas mask, waving a gloved hand.

 

Tommy perked up, still drinking, and waved slightly.

 

“Tommy, how do we greet people?” Dream frowned as he stood with the help of his friends.

 

Tommy stopped drinking and opened his mouth to greet Sam properly but the only thing that came out was a loud burp. He quickly slaps his hands over his mouth with an embarrassed blush going from his nose to the tips of his ears.

 

Wilbur, Phil and Techno let out loud cackles while Tubbo, Dream and Skeppy wheezed out a laugh.

 

“Gross!” Fundy laughed out.

 

“Tommy!” Bad chuckles, fanning the air and holding his nose.

 

Tommy shrunk against Ranboo as everyone laughed at his reaction to his accidental burp.

 

But Phil quickly stopped laughing and growled when Sam suddenly got close and took Tommy's drink.

 

Curious, the others stopped laughing and watched as Sam took greedy gulps of the sweet drink. Once he seemed to have had enough, he rubbed his stomach and lifted his gas mask a bit higher so he could-

 

BUUUUUUURRRRRRPPPPP!

 

“-to you too!” Sam grinned as he lowered his mask.

 

The area quickly fell into fits of laughter again, Tommy included.

 

Once the laughter died down, Phil tucked his hands into his sleeves and smiled warmly at Sam. “So, what brings you here?” He asks softly.

 

“Oh! We're-!” Before Sam could say anything else, Skeppy slapped his hand over his mouth with some help from Bad.

 

“We're just getting some groceries.” Skeppy smiled, his tongue hanging out his mouth as usual. “Since we both had to get some at the same time, we decided we'd shop together.”

 

“Hm…that sounds nice.” The avian smiled. “If that's the case then would you like to shop with us? We're getting some things for Tommy's new addition.”

 

“New addition?” Wilbur frowns curiously. “Awww, Tommy! Did you get a pet, baby?”

 

Tommy frowned and shook his head.

 

“No…?” The brunette laughs nervously. “Th-Then you don't mean…”

 

Both Watson brothers glanced at Tommy's stomach then at Tubbo and Ranboo. “You two better fucking run.” They say together, twin angry grins on their faces.

 

Both teens yelp and hide behind Tommy who frowned before rolling his eyes. “I'm not pregnant you fools.” He chuckled. “Grandma gave me an egg! I'm not sure what's in it, whether it's a mob or a baby, but I'm getting ready.” 

 

“Oh thank Prime.” Both men sigh. 

 

Phil chuckles and moves forward to take Tommy. Gently setting him on his feet he gives him a quick dust off and a peck to the head.

 

Tommy smiled and hugged Phil before backing away to get the toys out of the chute.

 

“Okay boys, only one of you can be in the cart with-” The blonde man jumped back in shock when Tubbo dove right into the cart, landing on his head and kicking the air wildly while trying to correct himself. “...you okay mate?”

 

The brunette grunts as he slips into the cart. He grinned and sat up with his arms in the air. “Suck it boob boy!” He grinned.

 

“PLEASE rephrase that!” The half and half teen pleads.

 

Laughing, Phil shakes his head in amusement. “You are so much like your father, Tubbo.”

 

“Sweet.” The ram boy smiled. “Also, soft.”

 

Before Phil could say anything, Tommy had slipped past him and jumped into the cart with Tubbo. He set some of the toys down in the basket then slipped some in the child's seat. With a nod he dives forward and hugs Tubbo with a happy chuff.

 

The brunette smiled softly and held Tommy close to his chest, resting his forehead on head. He seemed to be whispering something that Phils’ ears couldn't hear since Tommy's ears wiggled slightly and his chuffing got louder, while his body fully relaxed.

 

Tubbo smiled as he looked up then gently kissed his friend on the head, his smile turning a bit sad.

 

“Hey Tommy? How does steak and potatoes sound for dinner?” The older teen asks, slowly running his hand over the soft golden hair. “Or…maybe spaghetti? Oh! Or Rabbit Stew?”

 

“Wan’....stew….grandpa stew….” Tommy muttered against Tubbos’ green shirt.

 

“Yeah? Pirate stew does sound good…” The brunette smiled warmly while Ranboo walked over to lean against the cart. “Still a bit chilly for April, huh?”

 

“He's barely even awake.” The older teen chuckled.

 

“Hm?”

 

“He's barely even awake.” 

 

The young ram chuckled softly and nodded. “Yeah. He's a sleepy piggy. Always gets tired after crying.”

 

Ranboo reached in and tucked a piece of hair behind Tommy's ear, a soft smile on his features. “Think he'd like to have a sleepover tonight?” He asks softly, gently rubbing his thumb against the younger teens ear. “I miss having a cuddle puddle…”

 

Tubbo laughed and shook his head. “We'll see tonight, big man. He's gonna need help with the baby stuff.”

 

Laughing, Ranboo nodded. “True. He still won't admit that he's bad at instructions.” 

 

Phil, smiling, walked over to the two in the cart and gently pets Tubbos’ head. He removes his Haori and gently rests it over Tommy's back so both boys would be covered. “Thank you both for taking such good care of Tommy, I'll find a way to repay you.” He whispers as he lovingly rubs his grandsons back.

 

“It's no problem Phil.” Ranboo chuckled. “We love Tommy! He's our best friend!”

 

“Yeah.” Smiled Tubbo. “No matter what, we'll always take care of him. No reward needed.”

 

“He's our Tommy…” The two say together, a red tint coming to their eyes for all but a moment.

 

This made Phil freeze. 

 

Why had their eyes…?

 

“Grandpa…”

 

Looking down at Tommy, Phil smiled when he saw the sleepy look that the teen was giving him. “Hi buddy. You're ready for bed, huh?”

 

“No.” The blonde hummed, rubbing his eye. Smiling tiredly, Tommy snuggled more against his friend and rested his head against his shoulder. “I'm awake.”

 

“You were just so full of energy, where'd it all go?” The man joked.

 

“I don’ know.” His grandson shrugged.

 

Chuckling, the grandfather fluttered his wings and gently held his grandson's face. “You’re just like when you were a tot. You used to fight off sleep back then too.”

 

“Warm…” Tommy hummed happily as he nuzzled into the man's calloused hands.

 

Phil swore that if he had a tail, it'd be wagging. 

 

He missed this so much.

 

Going out with his family, getting to baby his grandchildren, getting to spoil his grandchildren, having his own babies get along and hopefully he'll be able to have a family dinner tonight!

 

Having his flock all back together again was really making his instincts go crazy with both excitement and love.

 

Phil grinned and kissed his boy's forehead. “Come on Chickadee, let's go get some stuff for your baby.”

 

Tommy smiled and nodded, laying back against Tubbos’ chest. 

 

Getting in front of the cart, Phil went to push his cart into the store when he suddenly felt someone try to tug the cart away from him.

 

Looking up with a frown that quickly turned into an amused smile, he raised a brow at Techno. “And what do you think you're doing?” He questions.

 

“I want to push my son.” The piglin shrugs.

 

“NO! HE'LL RUN!” Fundy called out from his cart. 

 

Phil laughed but as he did his cart was quickly stolen by his son and a chuckling Bad. “Thanks for making sure the boys are comfortable, Phil!” The demon called out.

 

“Huh? Oh you little shits!” The man cried.

 

“Language!” Bad and Tommy call out as Techno and the demon run into the store to hide.

 

Huffing, Phil couldn't help but smile.

 

Walking over to Wilbur and Fundy, he decides he'll just push them around. It's been a while since he got to hang out with his son and oldest grandchild.

 

“Welp, looks like it's you and me, boys.” He chuckles. “Let's go look at some baby clothes, hm?”

 

“How do you know what's gonna be coming out of the egg?” Fundy questions, leaning back against his father. 

 

“Well…I just know.” The blonde shrugs.

 

“Well…isn't Tommy too young to be taking care of a baby?” Wilbur questioned next as his father starts pushing them towards the store's entrance.

 

“He wasn't too young when you stuck him in the middle of our war.” Dream spoke up as he and George followed the family.

 

Phil tried not to react, pretending to be interested in a children's pool with sharks printed on it that was on sale. “This is cute…” He mutters as he picks up the box. “Well, it is almost summer.”

 

He placed the box in the cart and tried hard to not question his glaring son.

 

“That was different and you know it.” Wilbur hissed. “And you better have reset his lives. He was a guest back then.”

 

“You don't tell me what to do, Mr. President.” The masked man hissed. “Tommy chose to give up those lives so they fucking count.”

 

“He chose to give up one life, the life you took during your duel. You and that fuck head traitor, Eret, are the ones that chose to take his first one.” The brunette growled. “So you owe him those lives back.”

 

The admin growled but when George rested his hand on his shoulder he calmed.

 

“Please Dream? I don't want to have to bury Tommy so early.” The brunette whispered sadly.

 

Okay, that was something he couldn't ignore.

 

Phil watched the two for a moment before grabbing a bucket of chalk and putting it in Fundys’ lap. 

 

“Wil?” He says softly.

 

“Oh…uh…yeah dad?” Wilbur gulped, seemingly having forgotten he was there.

 

“I want to have a chat with you before dinner tonight, got it?” The man whispered, his blue eyes flashing red for a moment.

 

“Y-Yes dad…” Wilbur gulped.

 

Grabbing the cart, he feels the plastic grip bar crack under his strength but he just continued to walk.

 

He'll deal with his son later. For now he had to get ready for his first great grandchild.

 

Elsewhere, not too far away, a certain green spotted egg gave a slight wiggle just as the little hardcore heart on its shell glowed a bright red.

 

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Chapter 9: Secrets Told

Summary:

Hello! Been a while huh? I appreciate you guys for waiting!

Well I hope you enjoy this chapter and you stay tuned!

Walking down the aisle towards the baby formula, Bad smiles as he looks at his little list of the best formulas that Tommy could think of.

 

He had always had a feeling Tommy would make a wonderful parent, having seen what not to do growing up, and so far he was proving him right.

 

When they'd been looking for a stroller, Tommy had immediately gone online and looked at each one's reviews to see which was the best and safest.

 

Ultimately he settled on a nice baby blue pram stroller that had been designed to look like an old vintage stroller from the 30’s or 40’s. Its frame was durable, the inside was nicely padded, the wheels locked for extra safety, the spot for the baby was big so that it could be used until the babe was a toddler and the bar was adjustable so it could easily be moved up if Ranboo needed to babysit for whatever reason or lowered if Tubbo needed to babysit.

 

Chuckling, Bad stops in front of the formula and bottles. “As if he'd ever willingly leave his baby.” He smiled, lifting up a canister full of organic formula. “Hmm…let's see…”

 

Looking at all the labels he didn't notice when his son and husband doubled back to his aisle.

 

“Ah! This is perfect!” The demon cheered when he found one made for sensitive bellies with plenty of vitamins mixed in and it was affordable while being organic. 

 

“What's perfect?”

 

Screaming in surprise, Bad jumped and looked down to see his family staring at him in amusement.

 

Taking a breath he giggles and fixes his stance, slipping the bat like wings that had unfurled in surprise back into his hoodie. “Oh! Hi Sappy, Geppy!” He smiled. “I was finding formula for Tommy's baby.”

 

“Wait so that…that wasn't a joke? Tommy is actually hatching a kid soon?” Sapnap asked nervously.

 

“Yes…? Why so nervous, Sappy?” Bad asks softly, getting to one knee so he could be level with his son.

 

“Because I'm too young to be a great Uncle!” The blaze whined. “Dad, I'm twenty-seven! I shouldn't be a great Uncle already!” The raven haired man huffed but slowly gained a thoughtful face. “But…you think Tommy would want to take the kid to a park or something? L’Manberg is seriously missing one…”

 

“Oh! And if we build one in the Badlands then we can probably convince him to move into the area!” Skeppy grinned, slapping Sapnap on the back. “Good idea kid!”

 

Sapnap smiled and looked up at his other dad. 

 

Bad smiled and went to say something when something caught his eye.

 

Behind his family stood two little boys dressed in the old L’Manberg military uniform, staring at them with curious blue-grey and light blue eyes. They reached up and gently tipped their hats over their eyes just as blood started to pour out of a wound on their necks.

 

Bad felt his eyes water and his throat tighten as the figures pointed at Sapnap.

 

“Murderer.” The boys spoke in an echoey voice before pointing at Bad. The demon felt his breathing come quicker as the boys lifted their heads to reveal they were crying. “You said you loved us…but you let us die…”

 

When Bad blinked the figures were suddenly gone and replaced with Tommy who was being carried on Tubbos’ back with Technoblade pushing the cart full of baby gear.

 

“Uncle Bad!” The teen smiled softly. “We found the perfect crib!”

 

“Yeah! It's -...you okay boss man?” The brunette teen asks as he carries Tommy over to the demon.

 

“Uncle Bad…?” Tommy frowned, reaching his hand out for him.

 

Bad flinched and blinked a few times. Tears fell down his face as he shakily reached out and gently held both boy's faces. 

 

Both teens smiled and nuzzled into his clawed hands, Tommy gently holding his wrist.

 

“They're alive…they’re alive…the cambions are alive…they're right here…” Bad told himself as he pulled the boys into a tight hug.

 

“Bad…? You okay? What's going on?” Skeppy whispered, coming to his husband's side.

 

“Yeah…yeah I'm okay. Just uh…just a bad thought made me upset.” The demon whispered as he held the teens to his chest.

 

Tommy and Tubbo whined at how tight they were being squeezed but they allowed it. They felt like Bad needed this.

 

A few minutes later…

 

Checking the ingredients of a box of fruit snacks, Bad tried to ignore the stares he was getting from the teens in his basket.

 

He knew they were just concerned but it didn't make it anymore unnerving. So he looked down at them and smiled to show that he was okay.

 

Tubbo smiled back and sat back in the cart so he could look at all the little snacks Bad was putting in with them. 

 

But Tommy kept staring at him.

 

“Staring isn't nice, little pearl.” Bad hummed as he placed his hand on top of his nephew's head. Giving it a gentle rub he smiles at the whine he received. “I'm okay. It just…happens from time to time. Okay?”

 

Tommy gently removed his hand from his head and gave it a little bite which made the demon laugh. “Yes, very ferocious.” He smiled. “The strongest creature I've ever laid my eyes on.”

 

When he saw his little Tommy's tail wag fast and a smile spread over his face, he couldn't help but coo.

 

Moving his hair back, Bad kissed Tommy's forehead which got him a happy giggle. When his eyes caught a glimpse of the scar from when Tommy…had been attacked…he felt his heart squeeze painfully.

 

He gently kisses the scar and rests his head against his. “I love you Tommy.” He whispered.

 

“I love you too Uncle Bad…” The blonde smiled warmly. 

 

Moving back, Bad smiled and leaned over the cart to kiss the back of Tubbos’ head. The brunette laughed and swatted at him. 

 

“I love you too big man!” Tubbo grinned.

 

The demon chuckled and went back to his task of finding healthy snacks for the kids since he just knew that Schlatt and Quackitys’ pantry was more than likely full of junk. 

 

Once he found a big box of the healthiest but tastiest fruit snacks he placed it in the cart.

 

“Why are you getting organic snacks for?” Tommy questions as he picks up the box that was just put down.

 

“Yeah! Aren't these things crazy expensive?” The older teen questions as he picks up a box of organic applesauce pouches.

 

“Well it's worth it for my little cambions.” Bad stated matter of factly. 

 

“Cambions?” 

 

“Baby demons.”

 

“Ah. Wait…I'm a ram.” 

 

“Yeah but Bad is family so to him we're cambions.”

 

“Oh! Okay.”

 

Chuckling at the conversation, Bad pushes the teens down to the snack aisle when he notices Sam walking their way with a cart full of party supplies and a large sheet cake. Curious, he wanted to go see why he had party stuff when George suddenly appeared and pushed Sam down another aisle.

 

“Huh…weird…” He muttered.

 

With a shrug he takes the boys to the snacks where he finds Ranboo and the Watsons looking at some chips.

 

“I don't like American crisps Phil…” Wilbur whined, holding a bag of Lays. “They're so greasy…”

 

“Yeah. They make my stomach upset.” Fundy huffed.

 

“Alright, alright…how about…” Phil frowns as he looks around until he spotted Bad. “Ah! There you guys are!” 

 

Bad waves as he walks over with the boys.

 

“My turn!” Ranboo called out as he quickly ran over to the cart.

 

“Aw!” Tubbo whined as he hopped out of the cart.

 

As soon as Ranboo hopped in, Tommy hugged the taller teen with a smile.

 

Chuckling, Bad looked up at Phil. “So, what treasures did you guys find?”

 

Phil grinned and picked up a pile of baby clothes from Fundys’ lap. “We found plenty of day clothes, night clothes, play clothes, little shoes…I think these are socks…yep, socks, and we found the little guy an adorable little fuzzy jacket that'll make ‘em look like a bear for when he comes to visit his grandpa and great grandpa.”

 

The demon laughed at the angels excitement.

 

“That's wonderful! Tommy found most of the things he needs furniture wise, along with some fabric he's gonna use to make a baby blanket.” He replied as he used his tail to tickle Tubbos’ neck as he passed.

 

“Hey!” The ram boy laughed.

 

Smiling, Bad idly chatted with Phil while their cart bugs pretended to be dying from boredom.

 

As they talked, Bad searched for some healthy chips but when Phil went quiet he looked up from the veggie straws and turned to see Schlatt walking down the aisle with a grocery bag.

 

“Hey guys!” The man smiled as he walked over.

 

“Hey dad!” Tubbo cheers, hugging the older ram.

 

“Hey Tobs.” He smiled, hugging his son. “I came to check on you guys.”

 

“We're doing okay, just shopping for Tommy's baby.” 

 

“Ah alr-...come again?” The vice president frowned.

 

“Remember the egg that Tommy's been clinging to?” The younger brunette questions as he looks up at his father. When he got a nod, Tubbo smiled and pointed at himself with his thumb. “Well there's a baby in it and I'm gonna be a papa!”

 

…

 

“Toby Schlatt.” Schlatt hissed.

 

“He means uncle.” Ranboo called back. “Tommy's baby has no papa.”

 

Bad watched Phil and Schlatt share a look before scoffing good naturedly. “Kristen.” The older ram smiled. “Welp, looks like Quackity and I are gonna be hearing baby feet sooner than we thought.”

 

“A-Actually…about that…” Tommy spoke up from where he was wrapped up in Ranboos’ arms.

 

The group looks over to Tommy which startles the teen but he takes a breath and smiles warily.

 

“I'm uh…I'm moving out.”

 

.

 

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“WHAT?!”

 

---

 

Tommy sighed as questions were shot at him quickly from his family. 

 

He knew he should've kept quiet.

 

Especially since the walk back to The Schlatts’ house was quiet until he was placed on the couch. Then the questions started up.

 

And boy were they giving him a headache.

 

Looking up from his drink, he frowns as Quackity and Schlatt walk in with trays of drinks. Both men wore sad expressions and he couldn't blame them. 

 

He moves in for barely a month after not seeing them for two years and now he's suddenly moving back out.

 

“Guys, guys!” The duck hybrid shouts. “Let him breathe! You're overwhelming him!” 

 

Almost at once the questions stopped and everyone looked up at him expectingly.

 

With a deep sigh, Tommy lifted his container of soda and took a good gulp. Placing it down he wipes his mouth and looks up at everyone.

 

“One question at a time please.” He whispered tiredly.

 

Tubbo was the first to speak up. “Where are you going to live?”

 

“Well, I actually had been building a house late at night not too far from here.”

 

“You mean that house with the giant garden?” Ranboo spoke next. “The one nearest the nation house?”

 

“Yes. I wanted to be sure that I'd have plenty of food for my child and thought that homegrown would be best.” Tommy nodded. “I don't want to only rely on the grocery store.”

 

“But who's going to live with you in case of bad days?” Bad questions worriedly.

 

“Hm? Oh, that's already taken care of.”

 

Knock knock!

 

The group looked over towards the front door as it opened to reveal Purpled and Punz peeking through. “Uh…Hi…” Purpled whispered as he walked in with a backpack, suitcase and a cardboard box. “I take it you just told them?”

 

“Him?!” Tubbo hissed. “You're letting some guy you barely know move in with you?!”

 

Frowning, Tommy stood on shaky legs and walked over to Purpled. Gently holding his arm he looks towards Tubbo with a huff.

 

“Purpled realized I had been sneaking out of the house every night to gather materials, order furniture, build my house and even work on carving statues of my deity's. Did you?” He questions with a raised brow.

 

“I…” The brunette stuttered before huffing and looking down. “No.”

 

“Which means he's observant and that he was skilled enough to watch over me while I did everything and even made sure that I didn't get hurt or faint from exhaustion while I did everything...especially getting the cocoa beans…” Tommy muttered. “Anyway, he is perfect to watch over me, especially since he barely has any connection to me. If I start to have a bad voices day with the baby in my arms then he'll protect the baby before he tries to calm me down.”

 

“But Ranboo or I can take care of you both better!” Tubbo argued. “He probably doesn't even know how to get you to take your meds!”

 

“Crush them in his food if he forgets to take them and make sure his pill case is out in the open so he knows that he's already taken them.” Purpled huffed.

 

“O-Or what to do when the voices get too much!”

 

“Quickly call a family member, set him on the floor or chair, play Mellohi or Cat and hold him tight so he doesn't try and hurt himself.”

 

Tubbo hissed and went to stand but Tommy raised a hand, quickly stopping him. “Tubbo, please, calm down.” He pleads. “Purpled has been told everything he needs to know by Quackity a while ago. He's the perfect person to move in with Henry and I.”

 

“Henry? You already named the egg?” Ranboo spoke up.

 

“Mhm! He's my perfect little eggy.” Tommy smiled at his friend before turning to Tubbo. “Now please, stop fighting me on this. We'll be okay. Have more faith in me, would you?”

 

The brunette stood and gently held Tommy by the upper arms. “Tommy, you know I love you but you're making a huge mistake! Ranboo and I are better equipped to take care of you.” He whispered gently. “Please, at least let us prove it to you.”

 

Gently holding his friends wrists, Tommy pressed their heads together and gave him a gentle smile. “Tubbo, I love you too. You're my best and first friend…” He says softly. “So I need you to trust that this is the best course of action. Okay? Please?”

 

It took a moment or two but the ram hybrid sighed and nodded. “Okay…but if he ever hurts you, you'll come to us. Got it?” 

 

“Why would he hurt me?” Tommy frowned. 

 

“Tommy, his sibling fought us back in the War for L’Manberg. They killed Wilbur that day in the final control room. Remember?” The other teen asked in concern, glancing towards Punz. 

 

The blonde boy sighed and nodded. “I do…but if Wilbur can forgive them enough to the point where he believes that they'll protect me from who he thought was a threat, then I trust them both.”

 

Tubbo sighed and looked down but Tommy gently lifted his head up. “He's not Punz, Tubs. Just like I'm not Techno.” He says gently. “So please…try to relax and trust me. Everything will be okay.”

 

Tubbo glanced from Purpled to Tommy then sighed deeply. “Fine. I'll trust him…” He whispered. “But I want to be able to come visit whenever I want! And I get to spoil that kid rotten! Deal?”

 

Chuckling, Tommy nods. “Deal.”

 

Smiling, the teens quickly hug tightly. “You better take care of yourself, asshole.” The brunette whispered.

 

“You too, bitch.” The younger chuckles before speaking louder. “Besides, I'm not leaving just yet. I still need to pack and wait until Henry is hatched. I want all of you to be present for that.”

 

Fundy smiled which made Tommy smile. “I am so teaching that kid curse words.” He hears him mutter to Dream who snorts in response.

 

“No! Don't corrupt the child!” Bad hissed before looking at the teens. “And you two, language!”

 

Chuckling, the soon to be parent shook his head and stumbled to his seat. Once he was seated he groaned in slight pain. 

 

“Your legs are swollen.”

 

Humming in confusion, he looks towards Purpled who was pulling something out of his inventory. “How can you tell?” He asks, pulling on the material of his trousers.

 

“When my mom was stuck in bed her legs would swell pretty badly and one tell that they were, even when covered, is the ankle.” He explains as he opens a pack of socks.

 

Looking at his ankle, Tommy hums when he sees that it was a bit swollen. “Well today was the first time I've been out of the house in a while.” He whispered. “It'll go awa-”

 

Yelping when his leg was lifted up high enough that he had to slump in the seat he was in, he blinked in confusion at the sudden view change.

 

Then he felt something slip over his leg and over his calf. Looking down he sees that Purpled had removed his fuzzy socks and had slipped on a tight feeling sock.

 

The color was a bit strange but he liked them. The top was a nice cream but slowly turned purple towards his foot. He smiled and wiggled his foot while Purpled slipped another on his other leg before pulling his trouser legs back down and over the socks.

 

“There. That should help.” He hums as he helps Tommy sit up again. “Does it feel any better?”

 

Slowly rubbing his leg, Tommy smiled and nodded. “Yeah…not as…tingly. Thanks Purp.” He smiled warmly.

 

Purpled smiled slightly and nodded. 

 

“No problem.” 

 

Sighing, Tommy leans back into the couch. “Does anyone else have any questions?” He asks softly.

 

“I do.” Techno spoke up. “If you're going to live outside of L’Manburg anyway, why not move in with me?”

 

“Well…I'll be honest, I…I’m still a bit afraid of you.” He whispers. “After your fight with Papa…I…I'm just…”

 

It looked like his words stung the large man but he nodded. “I almost killed him…so that's understandable.” The brute whispers. “I'm sorry…Wilbur.”

 

Wilbur, being surprised, nearly choked on his coffee. “I…I need some time to forgive you for that one.” The brunette admits, rubbing his neck.

 

“I…I understand.” 

 

Looking between the brothers, Tommy sighs and dusts his knees off. 

 

“If the questions are over-” 

 

“Actually I have one.” Sam spoke up as he walked in. “Why didn't you just move to the Badlands? We have a house available.”

 

“Hm? Oh! Well I needed plenty of space to build and the Badlands is…is a bit cluttered, no?” He says nervously, glancing towards Dream.

 

Bad, seeing the nervousness in his eyes, quickly changed the subject. “So, are you going to hold a housewarming party?”

 

“House…warming?” Tommy asks curiously. 

 

“He wants to know if we're going to throw a party after we fully move in.” Purpled states as he steals Tommy's cola. Taking a sip he holds up a finger until he swallows and shrugs. “Y’know, like a birthday party for the house.”

 

“Oh! OH!” Tommy grins. “Can we have one of those? I want everyone to see the house! Especially the bunk area!” 

 

Purpled shrugged with a slight smile. “Sure but you're helping with the cooking.”

 

Chuckling, Tommy nods and stands up on heavy legs. “Then we should hurry over! There's a lot of people I want to invite!” 

 

“Hey, you're in no condition to cook…or walk…so we'll hold it as soon as you're able to walk in a straight line. Got it?” The other teen frowned as he gently forced Tommy to sit back down.

 

“Oh please, I'm fine!” He scoffed. “Nothing a little more cola and a snack can't-”

 

“Tommy. Sit.” Dream growled.

 

Quickly obeying, Tommy sat back down and wrapped his arms around his middle. “Yes sir.” He whispered.

 

Ooooo

 

You got Dream to order you around people.

 

How scary

 

Maybe he'll beat you in front of them too

 

Hahahaha!

 

Or maybe he'll take Henry from you.

 

You deserve it

 

You've caused nothing but trouble since being here

 

How pathetic 

 

How-

 

“Dream, you ever speak to my grandson like that again and I will kill you myself.” 

 

Blinking, Tommy looked towards his grandfather and felt his heart swell with hope. Someone was sticking up for him.

 

“Watch it, bird.” The ram hissed. “Don't forget your place.”

 

“Fuck you.” Phil hissed back.

 

That hope was quickly dissolved into fear.

 

“Um guys? C-Can we go back to-!” 

 

Before Tommy could say anything else his stomach gave a painful lurch.

 

With a grunt he holds his stomach and grit his teeth. Tears welled up in his eyes as he tried to rub the pain away but it just got worse.

 

“Tommy?” He heard Wilbur say in concern.

 

A painful throb in his head made him lean forward and gag on a foul metallic taste in the back of his throat. Quickly getting up he stumbles down the hall and bursts through the bathroom door.

 

He makes it to the toilet just as his stomach gives another painful lurch. Crying out he lets whatever was trying to come out, come out.

 

After a few minutes he was staring at a toilet bowl painted red with his blood and unfortunately all the food he ate that day. Panting, he leaned back against the sinks cabinet and pressed his sweaty head against the cool wood.

 

“Toms?” A worried voice called.

 

“Don't come in!” He cried in a hoarse voice.

 

“Tommy, let me in.” Dream's voice ordered.

 

Grunting, he uses his long tail to carefully push the door handle down and out. Once the door was open he heard a cry of fear and a sharp inhale of breath.

 

Still trying to catch his breath, Tommy scanned the floor and found that it was completely clean besides a towel or two by the tub.

 

Why were they…oh.

 

Quickly wiping his mouth, Tommy grunted when he accidentally rubbed too hard. Once he thought he was clean he stood to his best capabilities and smiled as best as he could.

 

“So…house party?”

 

---

 

“I'm telling you, I'm fine!” Tommy shouted.

 

“YOU JUST PUKED UP BLOOD!” Tubbo shouted. “YOU ARE NOT FINE!”

 

Groaning, Tommy sat back in his bed and grabbed his favorite plush pig and squeezed it in his arms.

 

“Tommy, honey, are you okay?” Wilbur whispered as he gently stroked the teens head.

 

“I'm fine! I feel better now that everything is out of my system.” He says softly, a bit irritated that he was being babied.

 

He'll admit to liking being babied sometimes, like when he's in a drop or when he's sick but when he feels fine or isn't in a drop, he really dislikes it. 

 

“How's your throat, piglet?” Techno whispered as he sat down on the foot of Tommy's bed.

 

“...sore. But that's no reason to baby me! I'm a big man! I'm okay!” He says quickly before falling into a coughing attack.

 

Once it passed he whined and leaned back against his wall. “That hurt…” He mumbled.

 

“Has someone called Ponk yet?” Schlatt asks as he walks in with a mug of something steaming. “Here kid, Quackity said that it'll help with your stomach.”

 

“You Americans and your mugs for tea.” The teen smirked.

 

Schlatt chuckled and gave the mug to the other. “Drink it slow, it's hot.”

 

Nodding, Tommy took a slight sip to see what the liquid was. When he found it tasted like pineapples he hummed curiously.

 

“Hot pineapple juice?” He questioned.

 

“Close! Hot pineapple tea!”

 

“Ah! Neat!” 

 

Slowly sipping his tea, Tommy sighed and leaned back against the wall. “I take it I'm not going to be able to talk my way out of seeing a doctor, am I?” He asked.

 

“No way.” Wil said softly, leaning over to kiss Tommy's forehead.

 

“...I want mama…” He whispered sadly.

 

“Don't worry, I called them.” 

 

Looking up, Tommy gulped when he saw Dream walking into his room. “They said they're gonna grab a few things and be right over.” He said as he walked over to Wilbur. “How you feeling Toms?”

 

“F-Fine…” He muttered, lifting his mug to his lips.

 

“Tommy.”

 

Flinching hard, Tommy looked up at Dream in fear. 

 

“How are you feeling?” The older male asked with a bit of anger in his voice.

 

“I…my throat hurts…my stomach too…my chest feels tight and my leg burns…bad…” The blonde whispers with a grimace. 

 

“Burns?” Dream questions as he steps forward. 

 

Before he could stop him, Dream ripped the sock over the leg that had a stitch right off. Biting his lip in pain, Tommy screamed behind his teeth.

 

The room was quiet as everyone looked at his leg.

 

“Oh my gods…” Techno whispered.

 

Panting softly in pain, Tommy held his knee as his leg twitched and oozed out pus and blood from the very much open wound.

 

“Fuck…” He groaned.

 

“I think I'm gonna be sick…” Tubbo muttered.

 

“Thomas Soot…” A voice growled.

 

Oh gods, he's beyond pissed. 

 

Welp, time to start the waterworks.

 

Flinching, he looked up at his Uncle and felt his eyes tear up.

 

“I'm sorry…didn't want anybody to worry.” He choked out. “I'm sorry…”

 

Dream sighed and gently bonked the teen on the head. “Stupid kid.” He whispered. “You're lucky I called a doctor…two in fact.”

 

“Two?” Tommy sniffled.

 

“That's right.”

 

He quickly looked up in surprise at the voice. Standing at the edge of his bed was his doctor and one of his favorite uncles, Doc Mössner or better known as Docm77.

 

“Doc!” He cried happily.

 

“Hello Engel.” The creeper hybrid smiled, moving to take Wilbur's place. “Yikes…how long has it looked like that?”

 

“It didn't look like anything earlier!” Bad called as he moved away from his spot against the wall. “I helped him get bathed and the stitches were completely-...Tommy…”

 

“Y-Yes…?”

 

“Did you put a spell on your leg?” The demon questions tensely.

 

“I…I…yes, I did.” He muttered in fear.

 

Another whack to his head made him whimper in pain and hold it. Looking up at his assaulter, he huffed when he saw it was Tubbo. 

 

“The purpose?” He growled.

 

“For being reckless! Again!” Tubbo snapped. “I-uh, WE just got you back! Why would you put your life at risk like this? That thing is obviously severely infected!”

 

“... what's infected mean again?”

 

The room fell silent.

 

Oh he had a feeling he was in so much trouble.

 

Sighing, he looked down at his lap when he thought he heard something. Looking towards his egg he gasped at the sight of a large crack over the surface.

 

Despite the pain he was in, Tommy's eyes lit up and he pulled his egg into his lap. 

 

"He's starting to hatch!" 

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 2 of Theseus and the lost memories (and horrible new ones)