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Tommy woke up.... peacefully.
That's strange. Usually the blond boy is woken up to the sound of fighting, moaning, or a horrid mix of the two that he doesn't ever like to think about. But nope, instead he wakes up to the soft wooshing of a ceiling fan and the faint ticking of a clock. He sat up, cozy blankets made up of regal colors falling off of his chest and pooling around his waist as he looked around the extravagant room. If Tommy had to describe it with one word, he'd say antique. Maroon satin curtains, gold or bronze ornaments strewn across desks and shelves, a large bed with sheets fit for royalty, and dark wooden furniture in general. Along with the golden sunlight gently beaming through the thin curtains, a table lamp on the nightstand next to him gives off a dull, easy glow. There's also a fucking dude sitting there.
"JESUS FUCKING SHIT BITCH-" Tommy yelped, jumping from where he sat and scooching to the opposite side of the bed. The man jumped as well, freaky blue eyes widening as similarly freaky black wings raised in alarm. The wings were huge- Tommy didn't really haver time to think of a size comparison for them before one of them knocked into the ceiling fan, making the stranger chirp loudly, scaring Tommy, and the two both jump in unison one more time before silence settles. The two stare at each other for a moment, both wide-eyed, before the door creaks open, a concerned Techno peaking in. The two blonds then stare at him, the silence growing louder, before Techno just winces, slowly backing out again and shutting the door.
The two go back to staring at one another, before Tommy clears his throat.
"Uh.. 'Ow do?" The blond asked, awkwardly. The strange man pursed his lips, eyes crinkling as he snorted a little, before promptly bursting into laughter. The man doubled over, wings shaking slightly as he giggled.
"Oh dear- Hah, what a first impression huh?" He chuckled, wiping a tear from his eye as he looked at the younger. "My name's Phil, Wilbur's dad. Though you'd probably know me better as Murder." The man- Phil- introduced, interlacing his fingers together in his lap. Tommy stared at the man for a minute, eyes wide and jaw tight. Murder- as in the lineage? The lineage of mass-murderers with black rok wings, who's faces always end up being obscured somehow in photos? That Murder?
Tommy opened his mouth, before Phil raised his hand in a silencing gesture. "Yes, before you ask, that Murder." The older said with an amused grin. Tommy spluttered, moving his hands around for a moment before taking a breath. Well, as many tales as he'd heard, Tommy knew that the villain didn't kill for entirely no reason... That in mind, the blond calmed, looking back at the amused, bold blue eyes.
"Why the fuck did you scare me like that you cock." Now why did he have to go and say words the way he just did.
Phil's eyes widened, before he started laughing once again, covering his mouth with the back of his hand delicately. Everything the man did screamed frail, and it didn't help that Tommy knew he was anything but. "You're a brave one, huh?" Phil said with a final giggle, before standing up. He wasn't particularly tall, in fact Tommy's sure he's taller, but the large black masses on the man's were intimidating enough to make up for it.
"Devil, or Tubbo, should be done with your leg soon enough. You've been out for a little over a day- Not that I blame you, being trapped in the void can be pretty tiring experience." The villain said with a smile, before walking towards the door. Tommy opens his mouth, planning to ask on what the fuck the man meant by that, before Phil turned to him. "Oh, and Wil wanted to talk to you. May I send him here?" He asked. Tommy nodded.
Phil smiled again, not looking away as he opened the door to reveal Wilbur, who's hand is raised in a way that tells Tommy the man was just about to knock.
"Oh! Well, good morning Tommy!" Wilbur chirped, nodding to his father as the older left the room with a nod back. The blond w
IM BORED THIS SCENE IS BORING
Well fuck you too I guess
give him the spider
YEWAG GIVE MY MAN THESPIDER
It isn't even time for Shroud yet.
Spider, spider, spider
SPIDER SPIDER SPIDER
SPOIDER
GIVEM THE FOKIN SHPOIDAH
Jesus H Christ okay I'll give him the God damn spider.
YEAhgHHHSHAHAHAHAGEHHE
Ahem
"Oh! Well, good morning Tom- WHAATT THE FUCK." Wilbur shrieked, flinching back into the hallway. Phil and Tommy both jumped, staring at the brunet with wide eyes. "What? What happened?" Phil asked, gently steadying his son by the arm. Said man stuttered, gesturing frantically to the wall behind Tommy. Phil looked, his confusion washing away to fear as his eyes widened.
"Okay- Uhm, uh. Tommy, bud, I need you to stay calm, okay?" Phil said, gently inching closer to the younger, who stared at the other two with both confusion and slight fear. "Don't... Just. Slowly, slowly get off of the bed and come to me, okay? Don't look behind you, just focus on me." The villain said, trying to keep his tone measured and failing horribly. Tommy furrowed his brow, beginning what Phil had told him to do, before both Phil and Wilbur scream, and Tommy feels a slight weight on his back.
Techno, Tubbo, and the other villain Tommy doesn't know the name of run into the room, each of them stopping with varying reactions. Phil looks pale, and Wilbur had to rush back out of the room to, from what Tommy can hear, throw up. Slowly, Tommy turns his head to his shoulder, peaking over it. He comes face to face with that of a Goliath spider.
A beat of silence echoed throughout the room, along with Wilbur's retching.
"Awwww!!!" Tommy shrieked, gently yet awkwardly maneuvering so he could lift the arachnid up into his arms. The thing was huge, too big to fit in his cradle-shaped limbs fully without it's legs sticking out. One of said limbs gently brush against his arm, and Tommy smiles at the endearing action. "Hello!! What's your name?" The blond said with an adoring tone, ignoring Phil's splutters. Techno simply sighed, leaving the room and along with Ranboo. Tubbo stayed, if not only because he was still in shock at seeing the creature in his home.
"I'm gonna name him Shroud!" Tommy chirped, nuzzling the spider's head. Phil choked, raising his hands and shaking his head.
"Nope, no. Sorry mate, but you aren't keeping that thing." Phil said, his voice shaky and tone stern. Tommy frowned at him, holding the spider protectively against his chest. "Phiiilll, come on man, don't be a sore loser." Tommy whined, and he heard a gentle hiss leave the goliath spider in his arms. "See? Shroud agrees with me, he wants to stay."
Phil shivered at the hissing noise, looking a bit sick. "But.. Don't you want like- I don't know, a puppy? Puppies are cute, wouldn't you rather that over a spider?" The older asked, desperately.
Tommy tilted his head in thought, humming, before a scraping noise was heard at the window. Phil and Tommy, along with Shroud, turned to the window, seeing a large shadow behind the curtains. Slowly, staying wary of the arachnid in Tommy's arms, Phil inched towards the window, pulling them open. There stood a fucking polar bear, with it's nose pressed against the glass of the window.
...
"I'll keep Shroud in the closet if you let me keep that bear."
"Fine by me."