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When growing up on a battle field, all you can ever know is war.

It was dark in the room. No windows around to let in any light. A boy laid on his bed, atop of his red covers not wanting to be wrapped in them. The side of his face was pressed against the single-somehow still fluffly- pillow. His typically blue eyes were dull, duller than when he was in exile(story for another time).
The boys hair was blonde, shoulder length, and knotted, his complexion a pale tone with a few freckles here and there all over. He wore a red and white short sleeved T-Shirt beneath a parakeet green hoodie that enveloped his body lightly. The pants he wore were loose Khaki Chinos

The boy would sniffle, a tear slipping over his nose and under eye. Just a few hours prior, he lost his first real father figureone of his last friends.

"Stupid.. Egg..." The boy sniffled, shutting his eyes tightly while adjusting the hoodie to hide his face. His voice was slightly hoarse having not been properly used for the last hour.

"Then there's this one here." A man sitting cross legged in front of the blonde. He was wearing a creeper mask though his warm ivory skin and dark brown, almost black, hair was visible. He wore a parakeet green hoodie, black gloves and dark blue loose jeans tucked into boots.

"What's it called?"

"It's a Ghost Orchid. It's assiated with many things, but strength is one of the many titles." The man explained, offering the flower to the young teen.

"...Thank you.." He mumbled out, taking the flower with delacite fingers. "Can I..." He trailed off a bit, very much so hesitent to ask.

"You can keep it, Tommy. No one is going to stop you." A soft 'I"ll make sure of it' is left unsaid by the older.

As the blonde boy stood in the snowy planes, dressed severly underweather. He wondered if this was worth it. He quivered slightly, clutching the flower close to his chest.
He would trudge forwards, knees shaking slightly as he made his way through the snowy picketed forest. He watched his footing carefully while noticing how his breath would sometimes create small pockets of frost and other times it escaped as large pockets.

He looked up when he noticed the shift of lighting and the loss of trees. His quivering seemed to pick up slightly when he saw the Cabin. The boy would bite down on his bottom lip, nearly drawing blood but luckily not.

He would quietly watch as three people, all males, walk out of the Cabin chatting with one another. Most likely discussing what they were going to do for the rest of the day, Tommy would conclude.

Tommy would calm himself as much as possible. He decided to use the cold as the main reason for why he would continue to quiver.
Taking a deep breath, he made his mark forwards. A tiny voice was in the back of his head, telling him to just turn around and let them be.
Let them be better without him and with his replacement-no. Upgrade.

He would stop walking when he was close enough and noticed by the three. It didn't surprise him when he saw the way his supposed to be dad tensed and placed his hand on the hilt of his sword. It didn't surprise him when he saw the Crossbow come off of his supposed to be older brothers back, it too at the ready. It somewhat surprised him as he watched the enderman hybrid give a soft wave to him. He thought the hybrid would hate him, too.

He would keep the flower close to his chest, he just needed to ask to speak with Ranboo and call it a day after one more stop.
He took in a deep breath and did just that, asking to have a few moments with the fellow teen.

"I want you to have this." Tommy spoke softly, the gentle tone not going unnoticed by the taller.

"A flower?" Ranboo asked, lightly taking it in his hands with care.

"A Ghost Orchid." He went into light detail of what it was and what it meant. He explained how Sam had given it to him.

He would tear up and suck in a breath before speaking his next sentence topic.

"I have to admit, Tubbo. It was the perfect crime." The blonde held onto the bars of his cell, ignoring how it felt like he was being crushed by the cell walls.
He furrowed his brows, watching as his friend-president, really- gave a disappointed look.

Just like how he said nothing three days later, when the very same president exiled him.

Tommy tried not to shift in his spot. Watching as the lava fell slowly and disappeared into a lava'd floor. He would anxiously step onto the moving station. He remained quiet, staring at the blonde haired man in his cage. He wouldn't tare his eyes away from him as he stepped off of the contraption, making contact with Obsidian. His hands quivered, but he made no effort to hide them. The younger made eye contact with somewhat dulled green eyes. No fear would send shivers down his back this time. It was a look of concern he was greeted with by the older.

"You weren't suposed to come 'till Friday.. What're you doing here, Toms..?" There was obvious hesitation bdfore the man used his 'family' nickname.

"I.. Uh..." The boy became tongue tied, not knowing how to say what he wanted.
"Can I have a hug?" The teens voice would slightly break as he hesitantly opened his arms and made grabby hands at the older.

The adult furrowed his brows ever so slightly, confusion glazed over his face. "..Uhm... Yeah. Yeah, c'mere." He opened his arms, motioning for the younger to go to him.

The teen sniffled stumbling forwards and into the olders arms. He held onto him tightly, as if he was a lifeline.
The older would lightly rub his back, softly drawing patterns with ease. Sweet and meaningful words of encouragment coming from him.

Soft tears slowly started to escape his trembling form. Those tears eventually turned into supressed sobs. The supressed sobs turned into choaked sobs. His choaked sobs would turn into full on sobs while he tried his best to explain what he wanted.

There was an obvious shift in the atmosphere, but the genuine encouragment the older gave never stopped.

Tommy remained silent, watching as the remains of what was supposed to be his "home" blow to pieces. He would flinch, bring his arms up to shield his face as another TNT spot went off. If only he hadn't've lied to his captorfriend

He pulled his arms away from his face, terror in his expression as his pupils dialated. He wanted to be angry. So so angry.

He would run after his his captor and enemyfriend trying to stop him from blowing up a white tent.

He'd watch in horror, and obvious pain, as the older would walk away. Terrified over how loud sudden voices were in his head after a certain explosion happened so close to his right ear.

The voices would accompany him for another hour, making him feel insane, before they would disappear and never be heard from again.

What did his friendENEMY do?

He wasn't sure if he could trust anyone ever again..

Tommy stood on a peak. A peak that overlooked what used to be his home. What used to be the last thing of one of his older brothers. He knew he was stalling now. Waiting for Ranboo to show up and wish him well.

He sucked in a deep breath. Any encouragement to keep going failing him now.
The boy would bow his head and silently ask for some sort of forgiveness from whoever was listening. A pain stabbing him in the heart as tears welled up unknowingly in his eyes.

Tommy just wanted a goodbye from Ranboo. That's all he needed. He'd wait for forever for a proper goodbye, good luck, good life, good whatever.
He wanted nothing else, no one else, other than Ranboo to see him off.

He pulls his Communicator out from the Parakeet Green hoodie pocket. He would turn it on.
It was almost 10:00 am.

Tommy thought 9:30 would be a good early time to leave at. 10:40 the latest time to leave at.
He just wanted to go back home. He wanted to properlu heal without a second thought.
He didn't want to have to look over his shoulder twenty-four seven anymore.
(He never stopped, even after he came back. Especially with how quickly he caught on about how Jack Manifold and sweetNiki wanted him gone.)

He just wanted to be at home.
He wanted to be back at Buisness Bay with his Original Team.
He wanted to be back on 2b2t with his mum again before she would hide him away.
He wanted to be back in that Cottage with Tiny Wilbur, Tiny Technoblade and Dad Philza.

Tommy took in a deep breath and glanced behind him.
He just wanted to freely soar again.

The blond would close his eyes, placing his Communicator back in its spot.
He would continue to patiently wait for about twenty more minutes.

"Tommy!!" Ranboos voice came through, loudly as the Enderman ran up the hill as fast he could. Tommy would outwardly and accidentally flinch.
"Am so sorry 'm late! I had to make a few Maps and accidentally forgot to be here." The Enderman hybrid gasped for breathes of fresh hair. "Woo... Hope you can forgive me." The fellow teen gave a shorter a late hearted smile as some purpley sweat dripped down his face slowly.

Tommy gave a small smile, turning to completely face one of his few remaining friends.
"It's the fact you made it before 10:30 that counts, big man." He placed his hands in his pockets, smile dropping ever so slightly.

"Oh.. I uh... I forgot to ask, yesterday. Which.. Which Server do you intend to go to first?" The half 'n' half boy asked, standing to his full height as his breathing evened out.

"...2b2t first. Infinite lives are granted there and..." Tommy brought his left hand up to rub at his right arm as he looked at the ground.
"And they don't betray you there. There they treat you like family and...." The blonde was silent, nothing but his and the olders breath being heard aside from the occassional winds.

"2b2t.." Ranboo would lightly echo after a moment.
"That place.. It isn't all that kind to uh.. To hybrids, Tommy..." Tommy would freeze, his breathing haulting before he looked up.

He made eye contact with the Enderman Hybrid, fear enveloping his entire body.
"How..?" His voice broke. No one was supposed to know. So how did Ranboo know? Who else could possibly know?

"You have the energy of a Raging Phoenix, sometimes. Well, that and you feel of Racoon and Piglin Vibes." The taller would joke, making the somewhat shorter snarl in a joking manner too.

"I'm not even part Racoon!! How'd you come up with that one?" He placed his hands in his hair, slowly starting to softly smile.

"A Hybrid knows how to recognize another Hybrid when taught well. Especially Endermen. Plus I watched as Guests would typically ignore you unless you provoked them. Which you usually did." They shared a moment of soft laughing.

"Before you uh.. Before you go. Could I, uh.. Can I.... May I see.. Them...?" Ranboo is visibly hesitant to ask.
Tommy only gives a soft look, a look he rarely gives to anyone.

"Yeah.." He grabs his Communicator, pressing a few buttons on it.
It was almost 11:30. But it didn't matter, this would be the last anyone but Ranboo would see of him. So he best make it count.

He would take a deep breath before putting away his Communicator.
As his body went into one of a relaxed state, White tusks that just barely went past his upper lips formed. His ears both became a bit more pointed with pink on them. While it wasn't entirely visible, pink patches would start to fill in all over his body. A particular pink patch would go over his right eye as that very eye became a golden hue.

He'd take the Parakeet Green hoodie off as to avoid stretching it out or adding holes to it. While taking it off he reveiled some patches of pink over his arms and his iconic Red and White T-Shirt.

Tommy remained relaxed, or as relaxed as possible, as some pain shot through his back.
He didn't have time to think about how long it had been since he last had his wings out, because before he knew it.
Large wings were behind him, fluttering ever so slightly. He noted how they had grown much bigger, the once Peachy Pink hue of the Wings were a Crimson Red hue with some Golden Outlining here of there. Mostly Golden feathers being the Primary and Defence Feathers.

He allowed the wings to lay nicely on his back, enveloping him ever so slightly, before looking to his taller friend.

The taller had an impression of amazement on his face. Though that amazement instantly fell into one of sadness.

"It's time for me to go, Ranboo." Tommys voice is uncharacteristicly soft. He opens his arms, offering a hug.

Ranboo would take the hug. A sigh left his mouth. "I'll miss you. Remember to write once every other week." A squeeze was shared between the two.

"Promise." Tommy would smile, genuinely, as the two parted.
He couldn't wait anymore.

"Stay safe in this Cruel Server, brother."

"Stay safe in those Cruel Servers, brother."

The blonde bloke breathed heavily, his left wing wrapped around him in a defensive manner. His right wing broken.

His breathing is labored as he tries to back away from the threat, blood seeping out of a head wound slowly. He would surely need more then two bottles of Regenteration or Healing.

"W-...Why..?" The blondes voice comes out hoarce and broken. It hurt to speak.
He eyed his attacker.

"Why?" A soft, to soft, voice echoed the question dully. It was a male attacker, they hadn't been any taller then 5'9", were a short dark brown haired male. Slightly pink mixed with red splotches covered him in multiple spots, his left eye a bright blue and his right a bright Vrimson Red.
He wore High Class Netherite Armour. A Netherite Spear wealded in his left Hand.
"Because, Tommy. Even after all this time, you're still nothing but that problem child. And if Technoblade won't get the job done, I will."

He would bring his hand wealding the spear up, preparing to cause death. A wretched grin upon his face.

"Tubbo NO!!"

"......T-Tommy...?"

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Hey, Ranboo

Dont you dare laugh at me. It's been a couple weeks, and as promised, here's your first damned letter.

I'm working out where I'll be staying so there isn't going to be a "return address" or whatever it's called on these things for a while.
I made it to 2b2t safely so you can guess where I'm staying. No allies yet but we're getting there. Gotta take things slow, right big man?

Anyways, there's not much for me to Update you on other than that I'm alive.

Are you okay?
Are you alive?
Are you even reading this?

I encountered some Greifers yesterday though. So you can imagine how that went. Guess you can say that news of a Fire Born Phoenix being here is running around.

Anyways.. Uhm... What do you want me to say? How's Tubbo? How're the "fam"?

Just gonna.. Sign it and send it off. Give the Parrot who gives this to you a BlueBerry for me, yeah? Her name's Clementine.

If she doesn't come back, I will personally see to it that you have only one life left on the Dream SMP.

Date ; 01-23-XXXX
Signed ; TommyInnit, Big T, ...

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RANBOO !!!

GUESS WHO GOT THE OFFICIAL TITLE OF THE FLAMING PHOENIX !!!!!!!
THAT'S RIGHT! THIS BIG MAN!!

It's only been a WEEK and I'm one of the Top Five Big Leagues!
I had run into a "Hybrid Trade" sometime earlier this week. Saved a bunch of 'em and felt real good about it after. It only progressed from there and now I'm doing even better then I originally thought I would.

I've made a few allies and found a good place to finally settle down, so now you can write to me all you'd like !!
Just uh, do me a little favor, brother...

Don't give anybody my Location, yeah? I'm not ready for that just yet. Still need some time, a lot of it too.

I didn't even think of it till now but, what do you think of my chicken scratch? My format of writing and shit, that stuff
Much more "formal" then how you'd originally think I would write? Don't get to used to it big man i only write like that when it's important and needed to be eligible.

How is everyone?

Anyways. This time I'm expecting a response, brother.
If you do not respond I will assume you are dead and will go haywire on that Server.

Try giving Clementine a Raspberry this time. It's worth it

Coordinates Attached ; Open?

Date ; 02-30-XXXX
Signed ; TommyInnit, Flaming Phoenix, ...

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Dear Tommy,

I'm glad to see you're doing good on 2b2t. I gave Clementine a Raspberry this time, her squeaking was different and higher pitched and the little dance she did was totally worth it. Thank you for the tip there.

You interfered with a Hybrid Trade? That's great! At least you're making that world a bit safer for those hybrids.
But gaining a title while doing it? That's gotta be awesome !! Top Five? Even cooler :D
I'm happy for you, Tommy.

Your chicken scratch doesn't really look like scratch to me. Mostly just Tommy language that I can perfectly understand.

Tubbo has been focusing on Snowchester to get his mind off you as much as possible. I don't think he's slept well since you've left.

Everything's been a bit more hectic.. The egg, or whatever it's being called, has been spreading more and more as of late. It's quite concerning, really.. Sam and Puffy are trying their best to keep it at bay but Bad and Ant are both making that difficult.
I plan to stay uninvolved unless I'm dragged, dragged into it.

Coors are safe with me, I'll be sure to visit if I get the chance.

Date ; 02-30-XXXX
Signed ; Ranboo

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YOU ARE ALIVE !!

I've grown in ranks, am number 2 right now on the League. Me and the current number one are making a friendly competition out of this right now. Whoever dies first has to forfeit their spot and the winner gets a quarter of the losers tokens.
It's real fun though

You should totally visit soon big man. The house I made isn't exceedingly big but it's bigger then the base I got back on that Server.
Get this, I used an indestructible wood type instead of Cobblestone. HOW AWESOME IS INDESTRUCTIBLE WOOD??!

Chicken scratch is chicken scratch brother.
Tubbo is still working on that place? Even after I left? Force him to get a decent sleep schedule dude.
--Are you still living behind Tech----

That egg is still there? I thought it would be an omelet or something by now. You have the right idea of staying away from it, though. I've recently asked someone who can actually be considered wise about it. There are some document's about it that are attached to this letter.

I ADOPTED A WHITE FUCKING CAT RANBOO!! I NAMED HER SNOWBALL! LOOK AT HER !!!!

Document's Attached ; Open?
Photos Attached ; Open?

Date ; 03-06-XXXX
Signed ; TommyInnit, T Money, ...

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Tommy,

Glad to hear you've been climbing the ranks, Tommy. And yes, I am indeed alive.
Although I don't exactly agree with that competition you've got going with the current number one, keep me updated and let me know when you win.

I'll put in a date for when I can visit. I might actually be able to visit next week, if you're not available then? We can most likely catch up that way much easier. Not to mention it would be more enjoyable.

Snowball is adorable Tommy. She looks well fed and her shining fur? Amazing!
(You should try feeding Clementine a Gram Cracker. The way she munches on it is cute.)

Thank you for the documents, I showed them to Sam who talked to Puffy about them. I avoided telling them it was you who sent them and told them it was just an outside source. They didn't press on the topic after that. The egg is getting more dangerous though, it's now being pressed that we stay away from even just the vines.

I've been trying to push Tubbo into a proper sleep schedule, he's finally starting to get back into it. If he forgets to est he has to be reminded, which really sucks..
Yeah, I do still live behind them. My "little shack" is much better looking and more homey. I'll put some photos with this just for you.

Stay safe, Tommy.

Photos Attached ; Open?

Date ; 03-07-XXXX
Signed ; Ranboo

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Big Man

It's been a while. Far to long.. I'm number one now, so that feels great. The home looks great too.. This letter won't be a pleasant one though, Ranboo.

Ranboo, I've recently learned more about the egg. If that egg spreads further than it was when I last saw it, It has to be taken down sooner rather than later. I need a list of everyone infected, beginning stages or late stages.
I intend to return sometime soon after your response. Be safe

Date ; 05-28-XXXX
Signed ; TommyInnit

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Tommy..

There's a list of who all has been infected by the egg that'll come with this. Though there is one person I refused to put in the list for your sakes..

Tommy, Tubbo is infected by the egg. I believe he's in a Stage Three or Four.. He is under control of the egg, an occasional breakthrough of being able to think or speak without the Eggs influence. He has pinkish splotches here and there on his body, nothing like yours, Wilburs or Technoblades.
I'm sorry, Tommy.

Travel Safely, Brother.

List Attached ; Open?

Date ; 05-28-XXXX
Signed ; Ranboo

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Located in the forest part of a "Dangerous" server was a tall, about 6"5, male. He had long blonde hair pulled back into a neat yet loose comfortable braid.
His complexion was that of ivory with some freckles in some spots along with healthy pink spots of scales all over. His ears were fairly pointed, the tips a healthy pink too.

His eyes were a Bright and Vibrant Blue, a light scar running over his left eye though never rendered blind. He had pearly white teeth to compliment a pair of Strong White Tusks that went just past the tip of his nose.

On his back were freshly preened Crimson Red wings. Along the edges of those Crimson Red feathers were Gold outlines or a Gold Fade on the bottom part of the feathers.

He wore a loose white button down shirt, long sleeved neatly folded up to his elbows. A red music note was on the back of his shirt. He wore tan khakis that were tucked into darkish brown shin high boots with black laces.

The boy grabs a list and his Communicator from off a desk, grabbing a familiar Netherite Axe and an Obsidian Axe. He walked over to the door, turning to look at someone. Once he gained an affirmative nod, he flashed a thankful smile.

He turned back to the door, putting his Communicator in his pants pocket. The male opened the door, closing it behind him.
After taking a few steps forwards, a Purple-ish Blue Portal opened in front of him. Ancient Language Atop of it on a Old looking Stone sign.

"I'm coming, Brother."

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"Theseus, you've left your Lycomedes , your Pirithous, and your Aegeus. You're headed straight for your Heracles. Be careful, for you know not of how he'll react to seeing you once again."

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"Welcome, Theseus. You've long awaited this moment. But now that it's here, how do you face the man who had fallen? For Hercules may have changed, he could still be no different."

The blondes light pants can be heard as he continues to run along a path. The path of Twitch Prime. As Tommy ran along the path, he stopped for no one.
He didn't stop running when he saw Niki, Bad, Skeppy, Quackity, Jack, nobody. He had a set destination, a set target. The male was focused on finding Fundy's base, something that he had barely any memory as to where it was.

He grumbled slightly, starting to slow when he realized he was close. He focused on listening as he came to a complete stop.
Tommy remained silent, listening carefully for any hint of his brother or nephew in the area. He moved, running in a different direction and towards a different destination.

He stops running when he finds himself on a cliff side, the person he's looking for right there..
He can't stop himself from shouting the granted nickname before jumping down. He would end up only running forwards a few pages before tackling his brother to the ground.

"Tom-Tommy?!" Wilbur cried out from both shock and slight frustration. Why had his brother just jumped him?
"You're fucking heavy !! Get off!" Wilbur grumbled out, making a high pitched sound when he's moved and bodily manipulated by the younger. Since when was he stronger?

Wilbur's thought process short circuited after a moment. Tommy was there. Tommy is here. Tommy-

Wilbur turned his head to see the boy hiding his face in his shoulder. His chest hurt, both figuratively and literally. Right where his heart was supposed to be.
"Awe.. Toms.." The older can't stop his voice from cracking even slightly as he moves to hold the younger. He grudgingly took to note of how the blonde was noticeably taller, even when sitting and somewhat hunched.

"Missed you, Wilby.." The teen mumbled out, holding onto his brother as much as possible. Wilbur couldn't help but silently compare this Innit to the past Innit.

Wilbur rested his hand atop of the blondes hair, noticing how much it had actually grown out and whistled. "You really got to work on changing for the better and healing, huh?" The older gives a soft smile. A soft smile that finally breaks the younger.
"I'm so proud of you Toms.." Wilbur gently encouraged as he moved, allowing the boy to rest his head on his shoulder more comfortably.

As tears fall down the teens face, they just sit there. Wilbur giving the brotherly encouragement he's missed so much.

The brunette sighed, rubbing at his left hand eye as his head hurt. He sat down on familiar cobblestone, trying to clear his mind.

His left eye a Bright Blue, his right a bright Crimson Red. As the pink splotches across his skin itched and burned, he groaned. The boy started to cradle his head in his hands, the headache he had killing him.

It felt as though his skull was splitting in two. He couldn't take it as grabbed at the utility belt he wore, pulling anything that could cause any sort of harm off the belt.

He just wanted it to stop, this clashing of personalities and people in his mind. One portion saying to just leave the egg, leave like Tommy did. The other portion saying to stay with the egg, that the egg granted safety and cover.
The boys hands shook slightly as he held a handle to a dagger. He watched as a glare from the sun hit it almost perfectly. To perfectly...

He started quivering, his gaze unfocusing. And suddenly he just stopped. A realization was dawned on him, and that Crimson Red color in his right eye, it had a new sprinkle of blue and that counterproductive portion of him is silenced.

Tommy was back. Tommy was there. Tommy is home.

And the boy breaks down into a fit of chuckles, dropping the dagger and managing to accidentally cut his leg just a bit. No major artery was hit or big blood flow. He doesn't even feel the pain from it as his hands grip at his short brunette hair.

"Tommy is home..." He finds himself smiling widely, body starting to quiver from suppressed laughs. His pupils shrank back, his right eye only being refilled with pure Crimson Red.

His chuckle finally starts to seep through, and it hurts. He doesn't want to laugh, but it felt necessary. His Tommy was finally home.
A sickening feeling struck him instantly though, his laugh only picking up at it as his eyes started to water.

The egg wanted him. The egg claimed his Tommy as hers.
His laugh only proceeds to become louder and more pained.
His Tommy, wasn't hers. But.. Had Tommy ever been his?
Nevermind that thought.. Tommy had to find a way to keep Tommy as his. If he doesn't get to keep Tommy, if something goes from bad to worse, he won't hesitate to start any sort of prevention.

He just needs to talk to Lycomedes. Lycomedes will surely help him if everything goes to shit.

If Tommy can't be his in the end, then nobody can have him.
Tubbo will be sure of that.

"Sweet child.. Who are you..? Are thou the Minotaur slain by Theseus? Have you the blood of Pasiphae running through you? Or could it be that you are merely just a confused soul? Either way, poor boy, seek to help yourself first.. For going into a battle mortally wounded will only harm you further."

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"Theseus, Hercules. Be careful, for someone is after you. Lycomedes, be careful. I fear for lives that could be lost, via their first life.. their last life.. or their final chance."

Tommy gave a joyous sigh as he watched the sunset from an old bench. Wilbur, Alivebur, his big brother, seated to the left of him watching the sunset with him. The blonde still couldn't believe his big brother was back, but he didn't ask many questions.

"You've changed, a lot." Wilbur voiced his observation. "And it's only been.. What? Two? Three months?" The brunette looked to his younger brother, a soft smile gracing him. "You're taller, too."

The blonde gave a snort as he looked to his older brother. "Three months is a long time, you changed in that duration too." Wilbur's soft smile shifted into that of a small sad smile. "You're also taller and have much more facial hair than I thought you'd have." Wilbur gave a joking scoff at that, lightly shoving the younger's shoulder.

"It's all because of Sch- that damned goat. He said I would pick up more woman if I used his facial hair method." The brunette bloke ran his hand along his jaw, running his fingers through the grown out hair.

"Should've known better than to listen to Schlatt, Wilbur." Tommy gave a grin, looking back to the sunset.
He didn't notice the slight look of surprise his brother gave. He also didn't notice the soft smile on the man.

"I'm glad you're trauma has healed a bit. I'm very proud of you, Toms." The bloke looked back to the sunset.

They would both sit in silence, a comfortable one, as the sun slowly shifted to hide from the prying eyes of others.
Tommy had realized two weeks beforehand why he always liked to watch the sunset. The reason being how the sun could hide from certain people, making Tommy wish he could do the same sometimes.

Then something struck the blonde bloke, when the sun was at its lowest peak. He tensed up and looked to the brunette whom had closed his eyes to relish the silence.

"Wilbur." Tommy spoke, internally berating himself for a slight voice crack. The brunette instantly opened his eyes and looked to the blonde, giving his full attention. "Is Dream still in Pandora's Box?" Wilbur tensed, moving to stil forwards and rest his elbows on his thighs as he looked to the ground.

"Yeah. He's still there." Wilbur's voice, oddly enough, reminds Tommy of Technoblade when he speaks. That was enough to worry the still teen. "When I came back, after I found out everything he did to you.. Toms he..." The brunette looked to his younger brother whom leaned forwards a bit.
"You wanna go an see him." Wilbur wasn't asking, he already knew.

Tommy looked at the grass beneath them. Yeah, he wanted to go and see Dream. Only because he finally figured out what the abuser was to him. He was nothing more than a, excuse my language, manipulative bitch with nothing better to do.

"I do, Wilbur. But only because I finally figured it all out. I know what he means to me now, and I want him to know. Because he doesn't get to play and pull the cards anymore.
Wilbur, I'm going to destroy a Minotaur. But in the best way possible."

The brunette gasped for a breath of fresh air. His head hurt. He needed to get out of the snow before his body would go into overdrive. The pink splotches over his skin provided that of a layer for warmth, nothing more yet nothing less.

He grumbled as he tumbled into the ground from a sharp wind. He was able to quickly get up right after, though. He had grown to despise the Antarctic after he learned of Jacks dislike towards Tommy. One portion of him had realized after a while that he was actually pushed closer to the egg, making him an easy target. And who was to blame him if the egg promised him something nobody else could.

The brunette bloke smirked when he saw the Cabin placed in the centre of the clearing. As he ventured forwards he knocked off any snow that had covered him. Walking up the steps, a familiar pain settled in his chest but he would ignore it.
Tommy comes first.

The bloke knocked on the door before waiting patiently for it to open. He isn't surprised when he sees Technoblade had been the one to open the door. Instead, the brunette smiles that Tubbo smile.

"Technoblade! Just the man I'm looking for. Do you, eh.. Have time to chat? Alone?" The blokes mismatched eyes met with that of untrusted Crimson Red Eyes.

The hybrid furrowed his brows before raising one in slight interest. This brunette hadn't asked for a single things since he's joined that eggpire, and he wasn't exaggerating.
The older man let out a huff before grunting and motioning to the outside. The brunette would chime happily, or as happily as possible, and jumped down the steps before waiting for Technoblade.

It was mid-day now. The sun high in the sky. The previous night Tommy had staid with Wilbur, Fundy and apparently Fundy's Fiance, 5up. Or at least that's how the guy was introduced to Tommy.

Tommy had borrowed an outfit from Wilbur. The man just had so many Sweaters Tommy was stuck with a yellow long sleeved one and some jeans that were slightly loose around him. The shoes he wore were that of his boots he had worn on the journey there.

The blonde bloke took a deep breath as he stared at the Obsidian Prison. Obsidian Box, more or less.

Nonetheless, he forced himself to go forwards. Being met by a Nether Portal, he didn't hesitate to go through it. He was internally proud for not getting nauseated from the portal and continued forwards. A soft smile etched at his features as his eyes spot a busy man reading and writing something at the same time.

The bloke with clap his hands once as he moved forwards, speaking and drawing a surprised frame behind the counter to look at him. "Sam! My old pal! How's it goin'?" He asked, grinning ad the man in front of him hurried placed the pencil down to hurry around the counter to get a good look at the blonde in front of him.

"You're actually here." The older male gives a light once over to the blonde before pulling him into a hug. A hug the blonde bloke had returned without hesitance. "We'll need to catch up when I'm not on shift." The older pulled away, holding the youngers shoulders with a soft expression to his eyes.

Tommy lightly chimed upon hearing those words and nodded. "Definitely!" The blonde cheered with a happy expression before turning to that of a slightly serious one.
Sam, the older male, did the same and moved to stand behind the desk again.

They did the small topic conversation. Tommy giving honest answers before, notably hesitantly, signing a book he needed to renew. After putting all his stuff, which wasn't much seeing as he left a lot in his Ender Chest and back at Wilbur and Fundy's place, and the checks to see if he did or didn't have anything on him, he was in.

There, right in front of him, is a man deprived of that which was his mask and power. And the blonde almost felt bad for him. Almost.

"Hello, Dream."

"Poor man, for he knows not of what is about to happen. Neither could walk out within the hour, or one could walk out.
Lycomedes knows what the brunettes plans are now, but should you know depends on the next page.
What are four poorly helped boys to do when they're presented with multiple things to face at the same exact time?...
End clip."

"...Are they really ready though? Something could go wrong. This isn't the original story."

"I'm aware. That just gives us all the more reason to at least try and help. They all deserve the good ending."

"All?"

"All."

"Shit.. It's still recording!"

"Crap! End Clip!!"

Chapter Text

"What's wrong with the file?"

"I'm not sure. Is Karl trying to fix something again?"

"No. He's aware of what we're doing. He knows not to time travel while this line is being rewritten."

"Hey.. Hey look at this!"

"What is it?"

"Technoblade and Tubbos conversation from the previous night is about to be redone. Look. The lines disappeared but they're reappearing all the same and in order."

"What in worl-"

" ⏁⊑⟒ ⟒☌☌ ⍙⟟⌇⊑⟒⌇ ⎎⍜ ⎍⌇ ⏁⍜ ☊⍜⋏⏁⟟⋏⎍⟒ ⎎⍜⍀⍙⏃⍀⎅⌇ ⍙⟟⏁⊑ ⏁⊑⟒ ⌿⌰⏃⋏, ⌇⍜ ⍙⟒ ⍙⟟⌰⌰.
⊑⟒⟒⎅ ⋏⍜⏁ ⏃ ⍙⏃⍀⋏⟟⋏☌ ⏃⎎⏁⟒⍀ ⏁⊑⟟⌇. ⌿⏃⊬ ⋏⍜ ⋔⟟⋏⎅ ⏁⍜ ⏁⊑⟒ ☌⍀⟒⟒☍⌇ ⏃⋏⎅ ⏁⊑⟒⟟⍀ ⌇⏁⍜⍀⟟⟒⌇, ⎎⍜⍀ ⏁⍜⋔⋔⊬ ⟟⌇ ⋏⍜ ⏁⊑⟒⌇⟒⎍⌇ ⏃⋏⎅ ⏁⊑⟒⌇⟒⎍⌇ ⟟⌇ ⋏⍜ ⏁⍜⋔⋔⊬. ⏁⊑⟟⌇ ⟟⌇ ⊬⍜⎍⍀ ⍜⋏⌰⊬ ⍙⏃⍀⋏⟟⋏☌.

⏃⎎⏁⟒⍀ ⏁⊑⟟⌇. ⏁⊑⟒⍀⟒ ⟟⌇ ⋏⍜ ☌⍜⟟⋏☌ ⏚⏃☊☍.

☌⍜⍜⎅ ⌰⎍☊☍. "

Tubbo and Technoblade were standing right outside the older's cabin. The younger's facade had instantly disappeared once he made eye contact with threatening and knowing eyes. He only scoffs at the way the older huffs.

"What do you need, Tubbo?" Technoblade asked, wanting this to already by done with. As much as he knew the boy was under control of the egg, he knew better. He knew that the little boy he once knew, if only a little, was still there.

"Well, I needed to make a deal with you. One thing for anything you may need or want in return." The teen gives a small, clearly faked, smile to the older. He wasn't trying to mask this small portion of him anymore.
Especially when it came to business about Tommy.

"There's nothing you could ever have that I will ever want nor need." Technoblade speaks, furrowing his brows with slowly festering anger. He places his hand on the hilt of his sword that was stationed on his right hip.

"Then it'll be an I.O.U. How about that? You know I don't back down from an I.O.U." The teen speaks with a fake tone of reassurance, that doesn't stop him from meaning it though and Techno understands that.

"What do you want?"

"What I want, is my Tommy back." Tubbo claps his hands together with false intimidation. He recognizes the glare he's given, and only smiles widely. "I want my Tommy, back where he belongs. With his Tubbo." He then motions out to their surrounds.
"This SMP has been Tommy-less for four months and five days. This Tubbo," he motions to himself, "has been without his Tommy the entire time." He gives a broken looking grin.

"Tommy is not an object, Tubbo. He is a person, just as you and I are." Techno intervenes lightly, trying to understand what Tubbo is pointing at.

"I want you to bring my Tommy back home to his Tubbo. If he doesn't comply, you bring him to me however you see fit. I just need my Tommy." Techno pauses, thinking over Tubbo's choices in words.

"Tubbo.. What are you implying?"

"I'm implying, that if he doesn't come willingly, you satisfy both our needs. Maybe edge him to death but don't delve a final blow."

"You're asking for me to bring harm to my brother."

"That didn't stop you before!!" Tubbo snaps, pupils shrinking as the teen grips his hands into fists. He snarled slightly as Techno takes a warning step forwards, his grip noticably tightening around the hilt to his sword.

"You know it's true!! You stripped me of my second life! I may not be your blood but I'm you're brother too!!" The teens jaw clenches as tears start to well up and gloss over in his eyes. Well forgotten and untamed trauma resurfacing for the first time since he encountered the egg.

"I was under pressure! Schlatt, Quackity, hell- the voices! They were all yelling for me to do it, Tubbo!!" He unsheathes his sword and gets into a defensive position.

Tubbo draws out his own Axe with a glare, not bothering the tear that ran down his cheek. For a moment, there's nothing but silence. In this silence, Techno would swear he can see that scared and innocent little boy all over again.

"I'm not doing that, Tubbo." Technoblade makes sure to keep his voice even as he moves to be in a less defensive, but still on guard, position.
"Tommy can decide when it's his time to come and see you again. Let him adjust entirely to the changes that have been made first. He just found out about Wilbur today, Tubbo." Tubbo freezes after hearing Technoblade speak.

Tommy had heard about Wilbur.
Tommy most likely already found Wilbur.
Wilbur knows a lot more than anybody else about Tubbo's state.
Wilbur could tell Tommy-

"AGH!!" Tubbo forcefully brings the Axe above his head before swinging in down at the ground. The snow now disrupted by the Axe.

The teen pants, bringing his right hand up to his right eye as pain seeped into his skull. He starts to quiver from quickly building rage.
Rage from knowing the lengths Wilbur will willingly go to for Tommy. Rage from knowing Technoblade won't help him. Rage from knowing Ranboo or Phil most likely won't be on his side. Rage from knowing that if he tells the egg or Bad about this, he'd loose his final life.

Tubbo grabs the Axes handle again, doing the same exact thing but with much more strength willed into it.
He's pissed and he doesn't know how to contain himself.

He looks up, making eye contact with a mockingly concerned gaze. Only thing, it wasn't truly mocking in any way.
The teen bares his teeth and picks the Axe back up before placing it into his Inventory. He looks over Technoblade for a second before grinning like a mad man.

"Nothing nor no-one will stop me, Technoblade. I'm getting my Tommy back, and no-one will do a thing about it.
Not Ranboo, Not Wilbur, Not Phil, Not Dream, Not Sam or Puffy, Certainly not the Eggpire, and surely not you.
Heed this though, brother." Tubbo's glare meets Technoblade's cold stare. "If someone does manage to stop me, and if I can't have my Tommy." He runs his left hand through his hair as his eyes seem to glow from the moonlight hitting his still glossy eyes. "No-one, can have Tommy."

The younger doesn't miss the way Technoblades eyes seem to widen ever so slightly. Obvious panic showed in his eyes for not but a brief moment.

"Good luck with that. Tommy has always been a fire spit ball, you wouldn't be able to bring him down with a firework." Technoblade countered, placing his sword back at it's rightful spot on his hip.

"Maybe, Blade. You seem to forget that everyone underestimates the innocent one though. The innocent can be just as guilty, but you wouldn't know, would you?" Tubbo's voice is soft, him managing to keep a stoic and sane looking facade. Techno furrows his brows together in silent questioning.
"Goodnight, Blood God." Without any further words, Tubbo turns on his heels and starts to walk away. The teen rests his hands behind his head as he starts to hum the distant, yet familiar, tune of Mellohi.

Tubbo was getting his Tommy back one way or another.
Either in life or death, it didn't matter the the brunette.

"There's something wrong."

"What is it?"

"Ranboo is unaccounted for during Tommy's Visit to Dream."

"In the original? Or the rewritten?"

"Rewritten."

"That's not good.. What do we do?"

"We can't write him in on our own. Remember, we were given permission to guide. Not to physically rewrite."

"I kn-.. There's a glitch in the file."

"What?! Whe-"

" ⋏⏃⟟⎐⟒ ⟟⎅⟟⍜⏁⌇. ⏁⊑⟒⊬ ⏁⊑⟟⋏☍ ⏁⊑⟒⊬'⍀⟒ ☌⟟⎐⟟⋏☌ ⏁⊑⟒ ⊑⟟⋏⏁⌇ ⍙⊑⟒⋏ ⏁⊑⟒⊬'⍀⟒ ⋏⍜⏁.
⍙⊑⏃⏁ ⏃⍀⟒ ⍙⟒ ⏁⍜ ⎅⍜ ⍙⟟⏁⊑ ⏁⊑⟒⋔..

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

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

⍙⊑⍜ ⍙⟟⌰⌰ ⌇⏁⍜⌿ ⊑⟟⋔? "

Chapter Text

"You find him yet?"

"No. But I figured out what happens during the visit.".

"Don't spoil. I'll read it later. Now, c'mon. We have to get to Writer."

"What? Why?"

"I'll answer on the way there. Les' go."

"Hello, Dream."

Tommy now stands in the closed off Obsidian room. Dream, ever so changed, standing in the center of the room in shock.

Dream had been stripped of his Porcelain White Mask. His Dulled Green Eyes stripped of their Venom, his complexion that of Pale and his outfit worn and tattered. He was lucky to even have his signature green hoodie.
Tommy understood the jacket, he wasn't even halfway in and he could feel the cold radiating from the opposing side of the room.

"Tommy.. Hey, Tommy." His voice is that of small, slightly Horace sounding. It was obvious he doesn't talk often anymore.
"You, uh.. You're the first person to visit in.. In months..!" The still slightly shaken up male watched the younger with wide eyes.
"What're you doin' here..?" There's an 'in this server' left unsaid by the older.

"I'm moving on, Dream." Tommy crossed his arms, watching as the blonde bloke in front of him stumbled forwards a couple steps.

"What-.. What do you mean, Tommy?" Dream looks at the young blonde, mind racing miles a second.

"I mean, I'm not letting you hold onto me anymore." There's a glare in Tommy's eyes as he makes eye contact with an alarmed gaze. "I won't let you hold on to my future anymore."

"But-.." Dream is frozen where he stands, unable to comprehend for a moment.
When Dream was originally made aware of Tommy's leave, he had held onto whatever memories of their friendship he could. The man was able to just barely convince himself it wasn't because of him, that Tommy just had some unfinished business to attend to in another Server.
He swallows thickly, unable to stop the gathering of tears in his left eye. "Y-you.. You're not.. Joking..?" He tries, wanting so desperately for Tommy to explain so that they could then compromise.

Tommy couldn't see it anymore, the venom the man before him used to hold. He can't see it because this man was nothing but hollow and a shell. Though Tommy knows, he knows that there's still something absolutely horrible buried deep within the man.

"You need Theropy, Dream." Tommy is light with his words, being as direct as he possibly can. "I'll talk to Puffy, get her to come in and talk with you about it. She's a Theropist, y'know?" He's trying to show his good intentions by purposely pronouncing "Therapy" as "Theropy".

Dream doesn't feel it when some tears slowly go down the left side of his face. He bites down on his bottom lip. "Therapy..?" His voice is small, and he finds himself backing up a bit.

"Theropy." Tommy nods his head in confirmation, an unfamiliar soft smile Dream had never seen before etched on his features. "And you know how open Puffy is. She may have wanted to help you the entire time but.. Her line of work requires that of someone requesting her. She can't request them." He's patient as he explains.

Dream almost can't believe it's Tommy in front of him.

This boy had used to be a raging fireball. Never once had he seen Tommy been so.. So...
Soft.

Dream brings his hands up to his mouth as his eyes widened a bit, his pupils constricting.
Tommy had healed greatly in his time away. Tommy got better, but he also changed in the process.

The man slowly nods, using his left hand to intervene with the tear flow on his left side. He unintentionally sniffles.
"Okay..." He closes his eyes and breathes before nodding. "Okay." He opens his eyes, looking to Tommy and making eye contact with the teen. "Will you please ask Puffy for me? Let her know I'm willing to participate?" There's slight hope in his voice.
As Tommy nods, Dream considers his next words carefully. "Can you please ask to also visit as my mom at some point? I really need her.." His voice is small, and had Tommy not been carefully listening he might've missed it.

The lad stands there, a bit shocked because Puffy??? She was Dream's mom??? Where did this mans childhood go wrong at??
He nods though. "Of course. I'll talk to her about that first, yeah?"

For the first time in a long time, Dream smiles. Not a grin, not a snarky smirk. A genuine and real smile.

"Tommy.." Tommy blinks, watching Dream with the utmost patience it made Dream want to break down. "I know you probably won't forget, it's my fault.. I caused you so much unneeded and unnecessary trauma.." He frowns before taking in a shakey breathe. "Please forgive me." He bows his head and upper body to the boy, looking down at the floor.

"I don't need to forgive you." Before Dream can say something about that being okay, Tommy continues. "I forgave you long ago, Dream." The older freezes at that before looking up at the boy. Slowly, he rises his entire upper body, shock still settled in his bones.
"I'll convince Sam to let you have a bed in here, with some fresh blankets too." Dream probably would've broken into hysterical sobs if he wasn't still settling in with the shock.

"Thank you, Tommy. For everything." Tommy finally smiles that familiar grin at the older without signs of hesitance.

"It's not a problem." He turns facing the falling Lava. "I'll visit sometime next week, after you meet with Puffy." There's no falsity to the boys words. "I'll see you later." He then proceeds to quickly and calmly call for Sam.

"You're telling me, that Tubbo wants Tommy all to himself?" Phil's voice echos through Technoblade's home.

The Piglin Hybrid sighs, rubbing his temples. "Yes, Phil. How else do you want me to say it?" The man asks, his ears twitching as his tail flicks aimlessly behind him.

"We have to help Tommy." Phil concludes, looking to his oldest son.

Technoblade grunts. "What makes you think he'll want us to help? You were there the first time we met. You almost screeched when you saw he was part Piglin too." He snorts at the memory, remembering Phil's look of utter shock when Tommy had walked in.

The older man gave a huff and rolled his eyes. "It's only because he was around you and Wilbur for the majority of his life. It makes sense that he picked up traits from you guys." He tilts his head to the side, looking to his son again.

"Mm.. Maybe... But still. Should've seen it coming." Technoblade closes his eyes as he leans back into his sofa.

"And you knew he was a Piglin Hybrid?" The blonde shook his head. "Nevermind.." His pinches the bridge of his nose as he closes his own eyes. "Tommy's changed, that much is obvious. Maybe he'll want us to help, in the process we can heal our relationship properly." Technoblade snorted at that.

"Yeah.. Sure. We'll see."

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"Do you think it's going..?" The half and half Hybrid asks, a groan heard from someone else.

"Fuck.. Yeah, it's recordin'." The familiar blonde speaks glancing to his friend. "How'd you find this place again?"

"Don't worry about it. Now.. We can find more information on the Egg here. Don't worry about everyone else in the Server for now, though."

"Alright.. Let's get to searchin' bitch."

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Tommy glides down to the carpeted floor, his shoes making contact with it.

"How 'bout this one 'boo." He holds up a Blue Hard Cover book over his head, walking towards the Enderman Hybrid.

"The Blue are Alternate Universes, Tommy. Please look through Red or Purple ones." The blonde groans and slouches with a whine. The younger looks to the Ender Hybrid, focusing on what book the older was holding.

"And what are they supposed to mean? You still haven't told me that." The lad proceeds to open the Blue Hard Cover book anyways. He glances over the opening page, silently reading the scripture.

"They pertain to the past. How do you think I got sixty percent of the information I have on the Egg?" The taller Hybrid doesn't look up from the page he was reading, simply turning it.
"And stop reading that page. Go find one of the Red or Purple Hard Cover books. Don't waste time with a Universe that can never be real to us."

The 6'5" hybrid sighed and took off to the air to put the book back, ignoring the displeasure sound from the Enderman Hybrid. The blonde glances around before flapping over to another book shelved wall, taking a Purple Hard Cover book out of its place and opening it. He chuckles lightly to himself.

"I found a book on a Past Technoblade. Or at least... Maybe?" The blonde looks down at the half and half teen, seeing the other look up to him. The lad simply tosses the Hard Cover book to the older, watching the older teen catch it with relative ease.
Tommy grabs another book, a Red Hard Cover, as Ranboo opens the book tossed to him.

"Sir Billium the Third, huh..? Techno went by a weird name." He flips through the book, eyes gazing over most words. He pauses on a certain page as Tommy comes landing on the floor again. The blonde lets out a sound as he walks over to hover over the sitting males shoulder.

"What kind of name is that?" Tommy dares himself to ask, his own eyes skimming over the page Ranboo had paused on. His own eyes widened slightly upon seeing what was written. The lad grabs onto the seat Ranboo was seated on. He doesn't hesitate to read on once Ranboo turns the page.

"Holy shit." Tommy doesn't hesitate with his words as he tenses immensely. "That thing- it.. Ranboo, what the fuck are we missing here?" He backs away from the fellow hybrid, his wings unintentionally flaring up behind him.

"I don't- this is impossible.." Ranboo stands up, instantly gazing over all the books already scattered on the table. He quickly grabs a dark turquoise colored hard cover book and opens it to a specific page. "Oh boy.."

"What? Does he..?" Tommy is almost hesitant to ask, though the tensing and slight shudder is enough for him. "Holy shit.. What the fu.. Holy.. What do we do? Is he still loyal to that thing? How did it grant him that life access? Oh wait... Oh shit.. Ranboo, Technoblade is the Blood God..!" He runs his fingers through his hair, incredibly horrified.

"No way.. Tommy he-.." Ranboo set down both books before grabbing a bright Pink Hard Cover book and turning to a certain page. "She's after you, Tommy." Ranboo turns to the shorter blonde, a frown on his face.

Tommy froze.

"What do you mean? Who the fuck is after me? What are you talking about Ranboo?!" He is beyond panicked, his pupils constricted as his breathing picked up.

Ranboo quivers slightly, turning to face the lad entirely before hesitantly looking down at the book. He clears his throat, and begins to hesitantly speak.

"..when one twin is born without the other, it's called an incompletion to most. Incompletions are ment to follow one another around, cherish each other to the end, genuinely connect and complete one another."

He sucks in a deep breath, looking at his friend before turning the page.

"..while it is a rare occurrence for incomplete twins at birth, it still happens once every fatal blue moon. Depending on what each twin is destined to do, they may either cross paths one day or may never even realize they're part of an incompletion."

Tommy starts to rub his arms, suddenly feeling so cold.

"Get to the point, Ranboo! This isn't fucking funny!!" He shouts, becoming somewhat aggravated.

"..the.. These twins can be born in a multitude of ways. Either incompletioned twin may have a physical human form already, a spirit or ghost like form, or any other physical form. The rarest format studied by far, is the Crimson Eggs formatting. She is known as a Queen and survives off of Negativity, Loyalties, Betrayals, and others alongside wars.
As far as Studies go, there's only been one in the claims. She did exactly as listed an more, going as far as infecting the Servers Lands and even some of the Lobbies. She was an incomplete twin.
When these twins were united, the Queen started to return to a reasonable size in the Server she was placed in. What happens after that, though, is catastrophic."

"What does this have to do with me Ranboo?? I don't understand." Tommy is almost desperate for this to be done with.

When did the room get so damn cold?

"..When these twins met, they became one. The Egg that served as a physical form for the Queen absorbed her twin. Only moments after, the Egg itself started to crack and in it's place stood a woman who looked as though she was a true Queen. Where they are, is not recorded as far as the Studies were presented. Though a Prophecy was left in it's place.
'When the day comes that lightning strikes twice, a defeat shall mark the downfall of an empire. It shall be then, when the sky turns red, a winged child shall mark a reunion of twins.'

Both are silent for a moment as Ranboo turns a few pages. Tommy swears it wasn't so cold when the two first got there.

"Tommy. The book goes on and on after that, but it claims something important here." Ranboo looks at the blonde, his own pupils dilating before constricting.
"Tommy, the book goes on to claim that the only blood child to the Angel of Death goes through two major trials." Tommy pales, he hasn't heard that name in so long..

Ranboo hesitantly closes the book after a moment.
"Only when he lets go and fights, does he properly win. But even then, it's still at an end."

And Tommy can't breathe.

"Holy shit.. No.. Holy fuck- no. Ranboo this- this is fucking sick man.. You can't-.." He's at a loss for words as his eyes unintentionally water.

Ranboo quietly places the book down on the table and steps towards Tommy. The blonde seems to understand at least some bits now.. The taller doesn't hesitate to catch the younger when he tumbles over, obviously wanting to not stand anymore.

"Put your wings away.. I'll carry you home.." The half and half boy makes sure to speak softly, tilting his head slightly.

The lad only hesitantly nods.

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"My, my, my... So the story does go on."

The Enderman Hybrid lets out a small grunt as he tries to avoid getting wacked by a leaf again.
He was so done with forests. So done with getting wacked in the face continuously when he couldn't duck or move them like he normally could.

He was walking through the greenery, holding a passed out Tommy bridal style. He should've taken the offer for the back instead of the arms.
It was to late now, though. For because the blonde was asleep he wasn't going to risk trying to wake him up. Again.

Ranboo tried at some point earlier to wake the blonde, but it just didn't work. Gosh damn Tommy for growing up in a Traumatizing enough world that he can actually sleep through almost anything.
Ranboo would never really blame the fellow teen for growing up in a world he was subjected too, though. He knew how that felt all to well.

The Hybrid continues walking forwards till he can't anymore and leans against a Jungle Tree. How did they manage to get there previous destination again? Oh- right.. Tommy managed to fly them there without getting in Trouble by the Server.

Ranboo huffs and shakes his head before sliding down the bark of the tree to sit on the green grass. There was plenty of shading there to just rest for a minute.

Ranboo half heartily pulls Tommy closer to him. The Ender Hybrid was aware that mods could start to spawn around them at any points, so he would need to keep moving. Maybe if he woke Tommy up for long enough he'd be able to get the blonde on his back.

"Tommy?" Ranboo tries with a soft tone as he rests his hand and the blondes cheek. Of course this was the ultimate aftereffects of becoming aware to a prophecy you weren't knowing of previously.
"C'mone buddy.. Think you can wake up long enough to get situated on my back?" He lightly runs his thumb over the blondes cheek, trying to wake him. All he receives is a half-hearted hum from the younger. All Ranboo can find himself doing is sighing as Tommy nuzzles his face into the crook of the Hybrids neck.
"Okay.. We can wait till morning, I guess.." He hums out slightly as he rests his head on Tommy's.

There's a silently moment before he fishes his pager out of his back pocket and typing a few things into it. After a few seconds a purple light illuminates around them before lightly fading to a comforting dimmed purple. A forcefield Ranboo had access to for classified reasons.

After placing his pager into his back pocket, he freely relaxes some more. Ranboo now gently holds onto Tommy as he lets his eyes close.

When just after midnight hits, Tommy startles awake with a sneeze facing away from Ranboo. He quietly groans as he hides his face into the Hybrids neck again before realizing a few things.

One- he was cuddling the half and half Hybrid.
Two- there was a forcefield around them.
Three- the world looked as though it had a red fade to it for the blonde.

"What the hell..?" Tommy slowly rubs his left handed eye with his left hand.
What appeared to be the red blood vines that were mostly placed around the main portions of the Dream SMP. His hands twitch as he leans away from Ranboo just slightly as he holds onto a sleeve of the taller's suit. He blinks a few times as his eyes properly adjust, his breath hitching ever so slightly.

Tommy wants to go back to sleep, but with his senses freshly heightened.. He won't be able to freely fall asleep. The blonde pulls his knees up a bit as he glances around.
He doesn't know what's going on, but it can't be good.

"Ranboo.." He whispers out, looking to the half and half boy. Tommy tries lightly shaking the older with worry filled eyes. "'Boo, wake up." He tries again, as he himself starts to slightly quiver. "'Boo?" He stops to grab onto the males shoulders as panic slowly starts to rise in his chest.

"Hm..?" Ranboo hums out, showing the male was at least still alive. "Was goin' on?" He asked in a slurred tone of voice as he slowly blinks his eyes open.

Tommy goes back to clinging his hands onto the suits sleeve.
"The blood vines 'Boo.." He whispers out before standing and trying to pull Ranboo up with him.

"Huh?" He blinks up at Tommy, holding the blondes wrist in turn but not allowing himself to stand up.
Ranboo notices the obvious alarm in the blonde so he glances around, seeing nothing surrounding the forcefield. The Ender Hybrid only realizes what's properly going on after a moment of thought.
"She knows you're aware." He sighs, pulling Tommy down while purposefully tangling their legs together.

"Oof-.. What the fuck?" Tommy mumbles out as he tries to pull himself up but Ranboo forces him to rest his head in the crook of his neck. "What-what are you doing..?" He stutters slightly before huffing and trying to get up again. Ranboo only forces him to stay and carefully hugs in around the waist to keep him from getting up.

"She knows you're aware." Ranboo speaks out softly as he rests his head on Tommy's. "Your visions have been mixed in a sense. You're seeing some of what she can see and vice-versa." He brings his right hand up to run his fingers through the blonde locks of hair.
"When you can't see the light hue that you're presented neither of you have access to the others sights." Tommy grips onto the sides of Ranboo's suit as he tries to calm down. "Right now, you're seeing a mixture instead of every single thing she's seeing. Your surroundings are mixed." Tommy relaxes slowly in the fellow Hybrids arms.

"The blood vines aren't real." Once Ranboo gives that final confirmation Tommy slowly blinks his shut as his grip on the others suit relaxes significantly.

Ranboo starts to hum a soft song as he closes his eyes. Both drift into a state of sleep.

"Sorry 'bout last night, 'Boo." Tommy mumbles out as both teens trudge through snow.
Both had awoken to the early hours at about the same time. They took a few minutes to wake up and munch on some simple breakfast before walking forwards. The morning had been mostly quiet along side how the afternoon started. They were currently in the snow biome headed towards Technoblade's home.

"It's fine, Tommy. You didn't know that would happen. If anything, I'm sorry for not telling you about it beforehand." Ranboo apologizes in turn turning and tilting his head to give a soft smile to Tommy.

Tommy flushes slightly from embarrassment. "Fuck you." He keeps his face forwards, that doesn't stop the light laugh that comes from Ranboo.

This moment felt familiar to the blonde in a sense. He didn't know how, but it reminded him of being with Tubbo. He lets out an exasperated sigh as they continue to walk forwards.

"You said- you said that Tubbo was held under the Egg-.. Under my twins, control. Do you know how it happened?" The blonde only glances at the taller to see all the hesitancy the half and half Hybrid suddenly gives.

"Tubbo was.. Emotionally vulnerable, when it happened." Tommy doesn't need to hear more of an explanation than that of what Ranboo gave him.

The rest of the walk was silence until they got to Technoblade's yard vicinity.

"Hey, Tommy." Ranboo pauses his walking as he grabs onto Tommy's arm, stopping the blonde from mid-walk.

"Yeah, 'Boo?" He turns, looking up at the Hybrid with a raised brow.

"Do-..." He closes his eyes for a brief moment as he sighs. "Do you plan to stay? Here, y'know. After all the conflict of the Server comes to an end.." Ranboo was visibly hesitant in speaking his question.

Tommy stops entirely for just a moment so he can think about that.

Stay in the Server that's caused more Trauma than good?
Stay in the Server his big brothers and father had destroyed his home in twice?
Stay in the Server with people who still potentially want him permanently dead?

"Can you stay here and, in good conscience, call it home?" Now that question-... Ranboo had his way with these in depth though process questions.

Tommy is silent as he stares at Ranboo.

If he stayed, he needed a place (or perhaps person) to be able to even genuinely call it a home.
If he stayed, he needed to know people in the Server wouldn't stab him in the back.
If he stayed, he needed to have his family on his side for once.

"I don't think I can call this God Forsaken Server home. Maybe-.. Maybe I could call a person or three here home but... Not a place, Ranboo." The blonde presses his lips into a thin line as he holds onto Ranboo's Suit Sleeve. There's this upsetness in Ranboo's gaze, but he solemnly nods in respect.

"That's fine, Tommy. I don't entirely expect you to stay in a Server that caused-.." Ranboo is cut short by palms cupping his cheeks to prevent him from continuing.

"Be a person I can call home and come with me once it's time for me to leave. Please, Ranboo?" Tommy asks, the quiver of a smile on the blonde's lips.

"What?" And Ranboo falters significantly at the question. "But-.. Aren't you going back to 2b2t then..?" His voice is a whisper and he seems on the edge of a mental or emotional breakdown.

"Yeah-.. Yeah, I am. But I've worked on a lot of the Hybrid aspect of the Server and they're a bit more welcoming then before." Tommy can't help the genuine smile that makes way onto his face.

Ranboo can feel the gloss in his eyes.

Tommy was inviting Ranboo to come with him once this is all solved-..
Tommy is asking him to be apart of his family-...
Tommy was asking him to be someone he could call home-..!

Ranboo doesn't realize it, but by the time his purple colored tears start to slip out he's launched at Tommy. He enveloped the younger into a hug, their fall being cushioned by the white snow.

What the pair didn't know, was that a certain brunette that was watching was not keen to the actions that were happening right in front of him.

Ranboo wouldn't regret saying yes, the brunette knew that.
He just had to make the Hybrid entirely aware to many things.

He will be sure of it.

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I have discontinued this. This'll stay up for reference to a remake I'm doing (posted the first chapter btw, it's part two in the TommyInnit AUs I made, so right after this).

I just amn't happy with this version I have made and want to do better. The remake will be better detailed and will (hopefully) make more sense and will better identify with the actual characters of the Dream SMP.

Some things have changed, obviously. Some things will be more canon some things will be less canon. I can't really find any other way to explain it, sorry.

Again, I'm leaving this up for you and me. Me for reference on what I'm going to write, like what I'm going to change or keep. You for, you I guess. I genuinely don't know how to explain it.

But I have a much better idea for how to use AO3 now than when I first started so there will be some upgrades there.

Anyways, I've stalled long enough.
I'll be marking this book as done though will be working on the new and better version.

Thank you for reading this, though! I really appreciate it and hope that you'll take some sort of liking to the remake ^^