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Shroud, Micheal and Clem all run back to their home to tell Tubbo and Ranboo the new found information they learned.
They didn’t know how they would be able to tell them, there’s not exactly a way to sugar coat any of it.
Once the trio got to the floor their apartment was at they knocked on the door, Tubbo opened it. Without giving Tubbo a reaction time the three children ran inside both Ranboo came around the corner. “There’s no time to explain, we know where mum is.” Shroud said quickly, giving Tubbo and Ranboo more of a reason to be shocked “Hold up, hold up, first of all: where have you three been?!” Tubbo exclaimed his wings flaring up“It’s too long of a story so in the short version: we ran away to go find mum.” Shroud said quickly and before Tubbo could have time to speak again Shroud continued “We needed a place to stay before that storm hit yesterday and so we decided to ask this nice family if we could stay there for a night, everything was going well but when I went upstairs because I forgot to grab something I heard noises coming from inside a room in the house so I went inside it and I found mum with his leg fucking gone!” Shroud explained quickly
“What…”
“What.”
Two variation’s of ‘what’s’ came out, the first coming from Ranboo, speechless after what they had just heard, the second coming from a very pissed Tubbo.
“His leg is what…?” Ranboo questioned, they had started feeling sick.
“That demon family cut it off!” Micheal shouted
“Demon family?” Tubbo questioned “what do you mean demon family..?”
“A demon family! -shroud chimed in- like-there was this one with pink looking hair! And the parent guy was an angel but with-like- black wings!”
“The angel of death.” Ranboo said with a dark tone, both Tubbo and Ranboo shared a look with each other. The look was a mix of worried and something dark in between.
“Tommy told you come here?”
“Yeah and to tell you two!” Micheal
“Okay okay…how..what are we gonna do.?” Ranboo said looking at Tubbo, worried.
There was silence for a good minute before Tubbo spoke, pissed off.
“We go give them a piece of our minds.”
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“Tommy~” Wilbur sung like a lullaby calling to Tommy as he went up the stairs, it’s been a few hours since the three children left. Tommy didn’t say anything once Wilbur entered his room. “Sunshine why are you on the ground? If you fell you just need to yell for help” Wilbur said picking Tommy up and sitting him on the bed, ruffling his blonde hair as he did so. Tommy debated with himself if he should ask why the fuck his child was in this horrid fucking house.
He might as well just say it, Shroud went to go get Tubbo and Ranboo. The only problem is what he’d have to face before Tubbo and Ranboo got here if he asked how shroud was here or why the fuck should Tommy himself stay here?
Why the fuck would he EVER stay here after what they did to him.
Tommys anger always got the best of him, even in times like this.
“Why.”
“Hm? Why, what Toms?” Wilbur asked,
“Why was Shroud in this fucking house!” Tommy shouted, “there’s no need to rise our voices Tommy . ” Wilbur said with a dark tone to his voice. “Now who’s ‘Shroud’”
“He’s the spider boy that was apparently here, not to mention he was also with two other fucking kids!” Tommy said glaring daggers at Wilbur. “What about them? How do you even know that, how do you know his name.” Wilbur asked, “Because two of them are my fucking children Wilbur! They are WHY I’ve been wanting to go HOME all this fucking time instead of being stuck here with YOU AND YOUR SICK FUCKING FAMILY!” Tommy yelled, loud enough for the rest of the house hold to hear. After Tommy was done with his anger burst he immediately froze in all what he was doing. Wilbur’s eyes stared at Tommy was a dark fucking look, while Wilbur and Tommy were having the staring contest of the century, frantic footsteps coming up the stairs could be heard, not long after Phil and Techno came into the room.
“What happened? Why was there yelling?” Phil asked his voice concerned. Wilbur’s eyes never left Tommy’s as he spoke “Well apparently Phil, our Tommy here has been trying to leave us for some, what? Street kids?” Wilbur chuckled darkly, breaking the eye contact between him and Tommy after what felt like years. Tommy’s blood boiled even more when he heard Wilbur call his children fucking street kids . “They’re not fuckin-“
“Zip it.” Phil said cutting Tommy off his voice was cold and unforgiving. “Is this true Tommy.” Phil asked his dull blue eyes looking straight into Tommy’s, Tommy couldn’t even tell if he was mad or not. He’s face was eerily blank…
“I can’t…exactly..leave even if I wanted to..” Tommy mumbled, “Hm? What did you say? Where did all your confidence go little fledgling? I could have sworn you were acting all high and mighty a few seconds ago.” Phil mocked him.
Tommy stayed quiet looking down at the ground, “Have anything more to say?” Phil asked and Tommy shook his head, “There you go sunshine. We do all of this because we care about you. Remember that.” Phil said then kissing the top of Tommy’s head.
Techno picked him up and placed him down in the living room, Techno himself said nothing to the blonde boy and inside sat down and read one of his books.
After a few moments of silence Tommy wanted to ask a question, “do you even care about what they do to me?” Tommy asked Techno “of course I care.” Techno answered blankly like always, and Tommy thought that was the end of the conversation before Techno spoke again. “We really do care about you, you know that right?”
Tommy rolled his eyes “Well you never really show it now innit?” The teenager said looking away, like hell they care about him. They don’t….do they?
“You’ll see in time runt.” Techno said going back to his book.
Tommy decided to stay silent this time as he tried to think of a good enough plan to somehow leave.
He wanted to leave thats not a secret to anybody, the only thing that is keeping him here is his bird instincts. His instincts are so fucking convinced that these pricks where his flock…they weren’t!…Tubbo and Ranboo are his real flock…it doesn’t matter if Phil reassures him enough to let him preen his wings..
It didn’t matter that they cared so much about him that they never let him out of their sight…
None of it mattered.
…right?…