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He walked down the busy street, children running around, parents conversing with each other. Two friends drinking coffee with each other. The sun beat uncomfortably on him, leaving him itchy and unhappy. A kid ran right into him, knocking down to the ground with a small 'oof'. He exhaled softly, "Hey, kid, you alright?" he asked, holding out a hand.
"Yup!" she giggled, being pulled up by Tommy, "Sorry!" she yelled, quickly going back to her game.
Tommy just shook his head, smiling softly. He hummed, making up a melody. He saw a booth with apples, carrots, and a few other things. He remembered the horse he saw earlier, he brightened. He walked to the booth, he wondered how many he should get, four, maybe? Maybe he'd give one to someone. "Hey, how much is four apples?"
The man in the booth huffed, "Eight silver coins," the man said in a gruff voice. The man looked at him suspiciously, did he forget his contacts? No, last time that happened, someone screamed bloody murder. ha, bloody murder, get it? He killed those bitches.
He searched his satchel, only to find four coins. Fuck. He sighed, "Would-Would four coins work? I will pay you back, I'm a very honest man." he said confidently, puffing out his chest.
"Price is fixed, pay the amount or fuck off." the man spat, almost growling. Yikes, who pissed in his frosted flakes? He felt tempted to y'know, murder him, but he also didn't wanna leave this town so soon. This town was a breath of fresh air, it was nice, he didn't wanna leave so soon.
"Oh, come on! Please, I have a family to feed!" yeah, that was not true. Just him and himself, which is honestly very depressing. He doesn't need a family, though, he is the TommyInnit, he don't need no one.
The man looked him up and down, "No." he said firmly, god, he was probably a piss baby. "Either pay, or fuck off. If you don't leave, I'm calling the guards," the man snarled. He was so tempted to call the man ugly, but a voice from behind him interrupted this.
"Hey, mate. There's no need to call the guards, I'll pay." Tommy turned to face a man with blond hair (it had no right being so close to Tommy's) and blue eyes, he also had a bucket hat. The man had a warm smile on his face, eyes caring. Tommy looked behind the man to see two others lingering behind him. One with a yellow (an amber-ish yellow) and curly brown hair. The other had bright pink hair with brown roots at the top (Tommy's glad the roots are visible, if they weren't, he'd think he accidentally fell asleep for long enough for hair to naturally be pink) and a royal looking outfit.
Tommy's eyes tracked the blond's hands, watching him hand over the correct amount of coins. Tommy quickly stuffed his apples in his satchel, locking it up. "Uh, thanks, big man," that's the correct response, right? No- wait, no, no, it's the correct response. He curses himself (if he already wasn't cursed) for falling asleep for almost what, a hundred years? Though, the feeling of feeding for the first time in forever was good.
The man shook his head, "It's no problem, mate. Stay safe," the man waved slightly, then turning around and walking down the street. Him and the other men conversed, shoving each other playfully. Oh, how he longed for that.
He didn't understand why the man just, paid for his food. Not that he's complaining, he's just confused, kindness didn't happen often, not for him. Though, he isn't very kind, so that's probably why.
He shrugged, walking down the bustling street. Women, men, children, others, all just talking and socializing, he tried to ignore the fact he wanted to do that so so badly. In stead choosing to jog into the forest. He took a deep breath in, slowly releasing it. There was a longing in his chest, a pull, almost. He kicked a rock, 'why did he pay for me? he didn't even ask for anything back.' Maybe he should have more faith in humanity, maybe humanity shouldn't be such an ass.
He heard a horse, which made him jog faster. He found the horse sitting in a small grassy plain. He walked softly, trying not to scare something that, well it couldn't kill him, could break his leg and making avoiding hunters a real fuckin' nightmare. "Hey, bud," he spoke softly, crouching down near it. He quickly cut up an apple, and held them out to the horse with a closed palm.
The horse munched on it, ears forward. He pet the horse, huffing slightly. His mind drifted back to the kind man, would it be bad to say he was already attached? God, someone does one good thing for you and suddenly it's all 'found family'. But like, what if, stick with me, he turns them and then he gets the family he always longed for? And he gets to joke around with them and they'll stay forever and they'll be a family. He always wanted a family. Oh, how he wants a family. They could be a family, they could. Oh, he wants that, he wants to have someone to just talk to.
He needs to find them, he needs to meet them and they would be a family and it'd be so so nice.
He is going to find them.
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Wilbur elbowed Techno, "You ass! I was a kid! You act as if you never did anything stupid or embarrassing as a kid!" he exclaimed with false exasperation. He crossed his arms, pouting childishly.
"Wilbur, you need to understand, I've never done anything wrong," Techno shoved him playfully. He smiled confidently, the bastard. He did not know just how much blackmail Wilbur has on him.
"Oh? Remember that time you mixed up the potions? The clearly marked 'Healing potion' and 'Strength potion' and got sick? Or, or, when-" Techno elbowed him.
"Wil, shut up. I did not do that, I would never do that." Techno huffed, glaring at Wilbur. He could see the way Techno was resisting the urge to smile.
"Oh, gaslighting me now? That's so nice of you, Blade." He smiled smugly, walking ahead of Techno and walking in-pace with Phil. He heard Techno sigh, and began catching up.
"I hate it here, Phil, can we go home? We can leave Wil here." Techno suggested with a shrug.
"How dare you, Technoblade! I'll have you know, I'm the favorite!" He placed a hand on his chest dramatically. He felt his mouth twitch upwards, trying to bury it with a glare.
"My favorite is peace and quiet," Phil whispered, dragging a hand down his face. He sighed, "Please, don't kill each other, I can't deal with you shits."
"Sorry, dad, forgot you were getting so old." Wilbur said, apology so obviously insincere.
"Oh, you shit-"
"Yeah, Phil, you're kinda old, kinda too old for this, probably should go and sit in your retirement home and drink tea. We'll visit you at least, like, for christmas." Techno deadpanned.
"Oh my god, my hairs going to go gray from stress, please, stop." Phil sighed, walking into a tavern. People were bustling about, voices all overriding each other.
"Dad, I don't think it's from stress.." Wilbur confessed, putting a hand on Phil's shoulder.
"You shit! Oh my god, I will disown you! I need a new son who isn't you." Phil shrugged off his hand, going up to the bartender.
"Nah, you love us, could never disown us. Anyway, I'm the favorite so Techno would probably be the disowned one." Wilbur laughed, ruffling Techno's hair.
"Wilbur, if you ruffle my hair again, I will cut off your hands." Techno deadpans.
"Wil, Tech, come on, I got us a room," Phil said, twirling the keys around his finger.
"Phil, what if we went and roasted marshmallows outside?" Wilbur asked, hair bouncing with his steps.
"I just got us a room," Phil groans, poor old man.
"Doesn't matter! Phil, pleasee? Come on! It'd be fun, songs around the campfire, dad? dad pleasee?" Wilbur whined, leaning heavily on Techno.
"Oh my god, fine! Fine! please, I can't do this," Phil sighs heavily.
"Hell yeah! Techno, we're going to roast marshies!" Wilbur laughed.
"Don't call them 'marshies'." Techno elbowed him. "I hate it here." Techno deadpans.
"That's truly sad, Techno blade, are you going to cry? Like you cried over that book, what was it's name, Technoblade? Hmm? What's it's name? Come on, Technoblade."
"I hate it here." He groaned, muscling his temple.
"No, no. Tell me it's name. Do it. Come on. Are you too sad from it? Are you going to cry from thinking about it? Hmm?"
"Boys! We're going to go roast some fuckin' marshmallows, stop fighting. Gods."
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Wilbur rotated his marshmallow stick, trying to make the perfect marshmallow. He pulled it away from the flames, blowing on it slightly. He then chomped down, hard shell and gooey inside. The perfect marshmallow.
Phil and Techno bantered, Wilbur commenting sometimes. Only when he wasn't bantering, he noticed how quiet the forest was, no cicadas, no birds, just. Silence. It made him uncomfortable, made him squirm. Dread pooled in his stomach, he played with his fingers, he kept imagining figures bursting through the trees, tearing apart his loved ones. 'Something is wrong, something is so so wrong.' Thoughts rushed past him.
"Guys? I think we should leave. I don't-" he trailed off, looking around to trees. He played with his fingers more aggressively, looping them around each other. He took a deep breath in, cold air flooding his lungs.
"Yeah, okay, mate. Lets pack up."
"Okay, can we hurry up? I wanna leave." he laughed nervously.
"Okay, mate. It's fine, we're fine, okay?"
"Right.. Right.." He looked off to the side, seeing something move.
Glowing red eyes met brown eyes.