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No one knew a thing about the voice in his head. Not the one who had raised him his whole life, Wilbur, not his family and definitely not his friends. He was afraid of how they would react to the news, of how they would treat him afterward.
How weird would it be for someone to one day tell you that they had a voice, a friend they would call it, in their head their whole life? It would probably be quite weird. But, Tommy saw Technoblade, his elder brother, tell their family about the voices in his head. How they would annoy him at every second of his life and how it grew louder and more persistent as he grew up.
The thing is, his voices only started after he hit a certain age. Tommy's friend was in his head for as long as he could remember. Was he born with it? Or did it reside in his mind from a very young age? He remembers the voice practically raising him when he lived a nomadic life, having no family. He constantly moved and never permanently staying at one spot for too long, that was, of course, until he met his current father, Philza.
On his travels, he always heard the villagers whisper and gossip about the supposed Angel of Death who wreaked havoc in every corrupted kingdom he set foot on. He always overheard the gruesome tellings of the torture the Angel of Death had mercifully imposed unto the corrupted, wealthy ones. Tommy always felt disgusted towards his overly imaginative mind during these times.
The voice in his head was expectedly sentient, obviously. It had a mind of its own, feelings, thoughts, and it was like a whole 'nother being was residing in Tommy. Which was actually the truth — there indeed was another being in Tommy. He eventually had come to accept the cruel fact that he was a host and shared a body with something else. What Tommy wondered was what creature took refuge in his being?
His question was left unanswered; so, he moved on with his life. He got pitied upon by the infamous Angel of Death, Philza, which led to his adoption by the latter. He met his brothers, the ruthless, scary Technoblade, and the charismatic, silver-tongued Wilbur Soot.
As more time was spent with his adoptive family, the more he grew to love them; the more he got to know them and their true colours. Philza never truly cared for him, and only cared for his two other sons. Technoblade was favoured the most, given riches and attention whenever he could. Wilbur got whatever he needed in a heartbeat when he snapped his fingers. Tommy, however, was not as important. He got the leftovers of their shower of love and attention. He scrambled about the place, desperate to get even a shimmer of attention or a crumb of love.
His desperation worsened over the years, it bloomed into a thorny rose which slithered around his throat, leaving bleeding trails behind its path. It choked him, tightening his chest and bled him out. It made him gasp out for air and love, he didn't which was more important anymore.
Wilbur snipped up some thorns with his melodies and soothing songs that grounded him, pulling him to the deep void of slumber. Technoblade ripped out the leaves aggressively, painfully cutting his throat in the process — at least he tried, right? He tried to train Tommy to become a noble warrior in battle, sly and wicked in his tactics. Silent and thoughtful in his attacks. That didn't turn out well, did it? Phil, oh Phil. Phil treated his beautifully agonizing rose the best but tortured him. He watered his rose, tending to it as if it was a newborn baby.
At least Tommy had his friend.
Phil and Techno left for more adventures after a while and they just didn't come back one day. This left Wilbur distraught and reluctant to take care of a troublemaker like Tommy. He eventually grew to like Tommy more the longer he took care of the latter, showered Tommy with attention. Well, the attention he could give. Tommy still felt empty, the new treatment felt alien to him.
When Tommy was 14, he followed Wilbur to the Dream Esempee Lands. There, his friend decided to do something and Tommy played along.
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”My name is Kodumu, young devling.”
”And I will rule this Kingdom for you,”
“I will follow you to the ends of this world,”
”Do you like eggs?”
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