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There was a system at the Hero guild. Some might call it a hierarchy; most wouldn’t if they wanted to keep their jobs, but some might. The rules were simple really: Make regular public appearances, fight the bad guy, and unquestioningly obey and submit to the higher power’s order or accept punishment.

Which is how the one and only Tommyinnit, aka the ‘Live Wire’ found himself flung violently into the dirty alley wall behind him, a leather clad mugger towering over top of him, as he sank slowly to the ground- groaning at the pounding in his head.

Anyone else might have been scared in his position. But Tommy-no Tommy he-

“You into bondage or something man?”

The robber stopped short, even lowering his gun as he stumbled back slightly, ”What?”
“Yknow like with all the leather and everything big man?”

All he was met with was a blank and disbelieving stare- condescending if you asked Tommy. So Tommy did what any other person would do and got up and brushed himself down, muttering a “some people” not-so under his breath.
He finally turned to face the mugger dude, who’d taken up a defending stance ready for any attack-

Tommy kicked him in the balls, made an L on his forehead and fortnite danced over the sobbing mugger.
Before proceeding to walk away calmly, only stopping to hand back the wallet to the innocent victim. Tommy grinned as he made his way back down the street, excited to hurry up and finish the rest of his patrolling peacefully.
Life is good right now.

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Life is not good right now.
Tommy had been doing flips on the side of the building for some civilian’s tiktok, when his comms suddenly buzzed to life with Dream’s voice screaming incomprehensibly in his ear.
“Woahhh Big Man, your gonna have to slow down there,”
“THOMAS THERE'S AN SBI ATTACK AT THE MALL GET HERE NOW!”
“On my way.”
Tommy leaped between buildings, using his trusted grappling hook for any slip ups in his hurry.
It’s not often there's an SBI attack, but when there is, all available heroes are called to action. The SBI is a notorious villain gang - labelled as the worst the heroes have ever faced. The members consist of: The Crow Father- a calm yet terrifying avian with massive wings as black of the crows that flock around him -his eyes that watch your every move; then The Blade- world famous for being a ruthless, stone hearted killer with a thirst for blood that is never fully quenched- No one knows of his power- but it had been theorised he serves an unknown leader or source of power he calls the Blood God; and lastly, the Whisperer- the charismatic but manipulative puppeteer, his voice alone seizes control of your body- overthrowing your free will, forcing you to be his mindless slave, leaving you entirely at his mercy. Alone they are dangerous and psychotic - together they make up the SBI.

Rushing towards the mall doors, Tommy makes his way to Dream's side. Because at the end of the day, Tommy is only Dream’s sidekick- he can't do anything without his instructions- there's a system.

“Thomas, thank you for finally arriving” Tommy rolled his eyes at that.
“Traffic sorry” Tommy smiled through his mask.
“Whatever, let's just get inside quickly, Thomas after you…”

Tommy made his way over to the locked automatic doors and reached out with one finger. A spark of electricity flowed through his veins and out the tip, flying over to the doors and guiding them to open.

Wordlessly Dream nodded, and breezed past, Sapnap following along with a mutter of how Tommy was only useful for opening doors.
‘Whatever’ Tommy thought ‘least IM useful for something’

Walking in, Tommy assessed the situation. A group of hostages cowered in the corner, The Blade and The Crow Father currently stood in a face off with Dream and Sapnap. They all stand silently staring into each other's souls, eyes unblinking, hands twitching on their weapons. Tension fills the air, making it harder for Tommy to breathe even from his position on the sidelines. The silence drags on for too long, so long even the hostage’s start getting antsy- well even antsier than you’d normally be in a hostage situation. Tommy’s hairs stand on end, sprinkles of static dancing over his skin, as he waits in anticipation.

Tommy clears his throat… And everyone seems to breathe again.

“Place your weapons down and put your hands in the air, if you cooperate it will be easier for both of us”

“You should know by now we don’t exactly do things the easy way” The Crow Father chuckled, readying his stance.

“Have it your way then, your surrounded and outnumbered”

“I don’t see how that's stopped us before.”

One mocking tilt of a head and the battles began.

Swords clashed, heroes ran in, flames erupted in the middle of it all…

Tommy wasn’t paying much attention however.

Tommy always had one job on these missions- free the hostages. He was fine with that too, his powers weren’t really meant for close combat anyway, and he is naturally social and great with kids. Freeing then calming down some spiralling pedestrians was right up his alley!

Sneaking round the sides, weaving through the chaos of the fighting, he made his way over. Shushing the panicking people, along with the voice in his head that just screamed DANGER, he bent down to untie the rope ties.
Focusing on guiding the cord out the loop then under another loop, Tommy didn’t hear footsteps behind him, only shushing the whimpering coming from in front. Until, he heard a voice right next to his ear, tickling his neck as the words seemed to reverberate around his skull.

“Stand up and don’t say a word”

Tommy stood silently.

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Tommy stood silently and turned to face the Whisperer.

An ashen stained trench coat hung low on his shoulders, trailing down to hover over the floor. His wild curly hair, tamed down by a brown beanie, complimented his sadistic grin and mad eyes.

The villain laughed uncontrollably, “Awwww, how cute! You have a wittle costume and everything!”

‘What. The fuck.’ was all Tommy thought. Who did this guy think he was? Tommy would definitely kick this guy in the nuts if only he weren’t frozen to the spot.

“C’mon seriously, your costume looks like some low budget pikachu cosplay!” The Whisperer continued to mock as Tommy’s temper grew shorter and shorter.

Yes, Tommy’s costume looked...unconventional. But Tommy also thought it looked pretty badass with the yellow hoodie and the black trousers and the red army jacket, belt and mask and…

God dammit he looked like a pikachu kinnie.

Struck with this sudden realisation,Tommy didn’t notice most of the other heroes slowly falling or even Dream tiring in his fight with The Blade.

Not until The Whisperer planted both of his hands firmly on his shoulders and forcefully turned him to watch them.
“Oh Dreammm!!” The crazed man sing-songed, “Look who I foundddd!”

Pausing in his dance of dodging blows and attacks he had going on, Dream turned to look over, and when his mask’s crayon drawn eyes (that Tommy honestly found kinda creepy for a hero) met Tommy’s, he knew even with the plastic and cotton that covered each of their faces, that he was in trouble later.

“Let him go.”

“Hmmmmm, no I don’t think I will”

“I swear to God will rip you limb from limb if you don’t let him go right fucking now.”
Tommy wasn’t sure why Dream got so possessive when Tommy got hurt if he was just going to hurt him more later-or why he sounded so intimidating.

Apparently Whisper was on the same wavelength (and WOW that is a thought for Tommy to digest later) “Aren’t you supposed to be the hero? Sounding a tad aggressive there...”

“And oddly descriptive” piped the Blade who had been standing silently and menacingly brandishing his axe in the corner up until this point.

Lowkey a vibe though.

“Just give my sidekick back NOW”

“A sidekick? That’s all this guy is? He’s quite good you know, snuck around pretty undetected”

Tommy knew he shouldn’t go soft for the praise of a villain, but he’d be lying if he didn’t feel a little mushy inside, and he definitely didn’t have to try hard to keep the corners of his mouth from twitching upwards - nO SiR … It had just been a little while since he’d been praised...

“It doesn’t matter what he is.” ouch “He’s mine and I want him back” Whisperer’s grip seemed to tighten at that.

“Come here and get him then.”

And OH that was a command. Now Dream walked forwards, unable to defend himself against the Blade who knocked him down for him to get right back up to be beaten down again.
Tommy was helpless to watch as his mentor -his friend- got struck down over and over, each blow leaving him down a moment longer than the last.

At one sickening crack to his jaw, Tommy let out a panicked scream when his mentor didn’t get back up.

A hand weaved It’s way through his unruly blonde curls, and shushing sounded above his ear.

Tommy could still hear the whimpering of the hostages behind him, the beating of the Crow Fathers’s wings as he fought what was left of the team of heroes, the heavy breathing of the Blade in front of him. Yet it was the soft cooing behind him that provoked it.

A sudden current of electricity started up in Tommy. His blood came alive with new passion and energy, his pace rising whilst everything else in the world seemed to slow. A faint buzzing sound rang through his ears. All his hairs stood on end, rising with the static seeping off his skin, his fluffy blonde locks becoming a nest of electrons that hummed with unreleased power. His pale cerulean eyes sparked to life the same vibrant yellow of his hoodie. Tommy felt alive, he felt In control, powerful-he always forgot how freeing this feeling was. And he wanted more...

Making eye contact with the Blade, he unleashed the rest of his power, electricity flowing through him in waves.

The Whisperer let go with a yelp, falling to his knees as he’s overpowered by electricity. The Blade rushes to his side, glaring daggers at Tommy (who was breathing heavily and coming down from his quick power surge) and looking fulling prepared to murder him if it weren’t for Whisperer picking that moment to pass out in his arms.

Sighing, the Blade mumbled something into a comms Tommy was unaware of before, and moments later the Crow Father flew down graciously, gliding above them in circles before touching ground.
Rushing over, he picked up the unconscious body bridal style and slotted an arm around Blade’s waist. Turning to Tommy, he looked hesitant- pausing a few moments before shaking his head, mumbling something to himself and launching off into the air with his teammates.

It took a few minutes after that for Tommy to realise he could move now, and he quickly untied the hostages, letting them run for freedom, then rushing over to Dream; Dream who was still passed out on the floor.

Checking for a pulse and sighing in relief once feeling the steady rhythm, Tommy allowed himself to sit back and just think for a moment.

Holy shit.

This was completely new to Tommy.

It had always been Dream looking over Tommy, not the other way around.

Not to mention whatever the fuck that was with the SBI.

Looking around, he spotted Sapnap walking over with a slight limp and looking like he’d seen better days without the split lip.

He came over and simply heaved Dream over his shoulder and limped away. He turned back a few seconds later though, sighing before “You coming kid?”

Huh.

At least he’s not being a dick.

Twitter and the rest of the media will be crazy tomorrow- especially with all those witnesses. Tommy’s sure his and Dream’s names will be all over headlines by morning.

Whatever, he’s used to it by now anyway.

Being Dream’s sidekick was exhausting sometimes, so when they arrived in the med bay back at the compound, Tommy collapsed on the bed next to where Sapnap unceremoniously dumped Dream.

What a fucking day.

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Techno paced around the living room as Wilbur was laid out on the couch. With his mask torn off (courtesy of a panicked technoblade), he looked worryingly pale and his hair was still stuck up in random places being squished by couch cushions.

Phil had repeatedly reassured him after checking Wilbur over, that once he woke up he’ll be fine.

However, jokes on Phil, because Techno is not going to stop worrying until Wilbur wakes up.

Continuing with his frantic pacing, Techno refocused his thoughts on the hero from tonight.
The same one that left his brother in this condition.

Surprisingly, despite this fact, Techno can’t find it in him to be angry at him- and chat isn’t chanting for his BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD either - so uh that's something.

When he thinks back to when it happened, he wants to be mad- for his view to be warped with the anger he so badly yearns to consume him- the same anger that the voices in his head normally overpower him with on the daily. Yet it doesn’t… huh.

Yet all he thinks about are bright blue eyes, so full of terror and panic, and Techno can’t find any anger left in him that isn’t drowned out by this feeling of fondness and longing for something he can’t quite place.

Chat seems to understand more than he does though, judged by the spam of TECHNOSOFT, EEEEEEE, LITTLE BROTHER POGGGG, BROTHERINNIT, TOMMYSOFT and EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-

Wait- Tommy?

Chat is silent.

Seriously now?

Who was Tommy? Was that the hero?- or sidekick?

In Techno’s opinion that guy was way too powered to just be Dream’s sidekick.
Someone who can knock out a member of SBI is well worthy of respect and a rank far higher than someone’s ‘sidekick’.

Especially if that someone was Dream.

Dream always managed to infuriate Techno like no other.

They had a famous rivalry that traced long back to their very first days of their jobs.

Dream had been out patrolling - still just a trainee back then- when Phil had taken Techno out to cause villainy for the first time together as a family (AWWWWW FAMILY BONDING- shut up chat). Anyways, there has been some minor bloodshed.
And thus began their heated rivalry…

Techno often didn’t like thinking about his past, but these sort of memories were different- filled him with a warm fuzzy feeling that chat sometimes caused affection.
Whatever it was Technoblade did not like it (Yes you do- shut up chat)

Looking back over at Wilbur lying comfortably on the sofa, he’s filled with that same feeling all over again.

This- he thinks- is why he had a family. This feeling is what he’d been missing growing up.

Which is why it hurts so much to see the normally so energetic, extravagant and excitable man lying so still.

It wasn’t right and it built up a different, unwelcome feeling in his chest this time. He didn’t know what it was and chat didn’t offer up an answer this time.

Techno flinched as a hand landed on his shoulder, immediately relaxing into the touch as he heard the accompaniment of a soft voice behind him.

“Shhh Techno mate,” cooed his father, (he honestly had no right in knowing how to soothe his son so well,) “I told you already Wil’s gonna be fine mate, he just needs to rest up. As do you, after that shitshow.”

“But-”

“No buts-”

“Philllllll-”

“Technoblade.”

“ Philza Minecraft-”

“Technoblade Minecraft” Phil raised an eyebrow at his son.

“Fine.”

“Fine what?”

“Fine Dad.” Techno rolled his eyes but Phil grinned nonetheless at his small victory.

“But I'm sleeping on the couch.”

“Didn’t expect any less” Phil responded with a soft smile, already setting up the blankets.

Alas, once Techno settled under the covers and Phil tucked him in (much to his distaste-liar-shut up chat) leaving him with a gentle kiss on the forehead.

Wilbur stirred.

Which would have been a relief if not for the loud groan followed by

“PHILLLLLLLLLLL-”

Looks like Techno isn’t getting any sleep tonight after all.

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A few towns over, a bright, blue eyed, young boy walked down the dimly lit street to his apartment, weakly holding a tissue to a freshly split lip- bruises covering his face, arms and neck.

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Tommy’s apartment had never been much of a home to him.
Dream had bought it for him a few months after he’d became his sidekick. Tommy figured he meant well but- he never did well with silence. Or being alone.
Unfortunately, that seemed to be the trend in his life… until Dream came along.

The door creaked open, revealing the cracking paint coating the walls, the vibrant green he hated glaring back at him.

A lone red beanbag sat in front of a hand me down tv- it only had 2 channels, but he’d learnt to be grateful. That was the living room.

The corner was deemed the kitchen with a mostly functioning microwave and toaster sitting uselessly beside the rows of Dream branded cereals and protein bars. (Not to mention the shelf of coca cola cans- no seriously please don’t mention- its not a problem haha-) A family sized table with a single chair sat centre of the room (everything’s family sized when you’re an orphan-).

But best of all was the potted cactus seated on that table – Clementine.
“Hey girl, how you doing on this mighty fine day?”
Clementine did nothing.
“Oh me? You know I’m doing just poggers!”
Clementine did nothing sceptically.
“Oh the bruises? There nothing just got them doing big man shit you know how it is.”
Once again Clementine did nothing.
Tommy decided he had had enough of her attitude and simply walked away.

The next room was more homely- his bedroom.
It had all his more personal belongings, nick-nacks and rewards lining the walls on shelfs, a picture frame of him and his old best friend Tubbo closest to his bed- the one clad in Dream branded covers. Mans got an ego, they are soft though.

The picture was by far his favourite- It was of him and Tubbo (about 5 or 6 maybe) sat together on the wooden swing in Tubbo’s old garden. Tubbo wearing a bee shirt and Tommy in his old red and white one (his brand) and they were grinning ear to ear, missing teeth and all; despite the mud absolutely caking their clothes and faces.
They had wandered out in the woods that morning following a bee Tubbo spotted, when they got lost. Tubbo had cried and Tommy panicked only thinking of one thing to do- cheer up Tubbo.
So he picked up some mud and dragged it over his face like a beard. Tubbo cracked up laughing and soon they were engaging in an all out mud war; worries long forgotten.
Of course, their parents were scared shitless and beyond pissed when they found them. But none of that mattered, because they had each other.

Tubbo and Tommy against the world…

But all good things come to an end.

That was one of the last times they spent together before the incident.

When Tommy’s parents died and he was booted off to an orphanage.

Four years later, and fresh out on the streets he went back to that house, but Tubbo wasn’t there.

Instead some picture-perfect, happy nuclear family shooed him off their doorstep.
And he was sent back to the streets. Where, two years later, a certain blonde haired teenager saw him and offered him place to call home…
Not that Tommy’s ever referred to this run down apartment a home.
Nonetheless, it is accommodation; and he’s grateful.

He’s grateful…

(He doesn’t like to look at that photo so much)

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Later that night, he looked down at the neon city from the rooftop of some building.

He was patrolling.
On the lookout for anything remotely sus, and listening out for any information passed through his comm.
It was dark out, the streets mostly empty.
The stars shone down on his face, casting a shadow over the rooftop-

OH wait no- that’s the shadow of the person standing behind him.

Too late to react, He was grabbed by his armpits and whirled around to face The Blade.
The hold he had would have been demeaning if he wasn’t so goddamn terrified at this moment because HOLYSHIT THE BLADE HAS ME AND HE LOOKS MAD-

“You hurt my brother…”

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“You hurt my brother…”

It was no secret to the public that the Blade was protective of his teammates, in fact, all members of the SBI were protective of each other.
However, whilst face to face with the angry wrath of The Blade, Tommy finds he’d rather it be one of the other two.
At least the other two you could have a conversation with, banter perhaps, or some mild begging and pleading for life. But with The Blade, it was just fight or die. No room for talking. No room for running. No room for pleading. If you hesitated-you were dead.

So Tommy made the first move.

He took one look at the arm supporting him and bent over to bite it, hard, before Blade could react.

Blade made a sound that could have been pain if he weren’t the most dangerous, merciless and strong villain in the whole world. So in short, no, it wasn’t a squeal. Tommy found himself dropped on the floor nonetheless.
Before he could make a run for it, a hand reached out and pulled him back. Shooting wild punches at the villain that held him, he was pulled into a chokehold and his arms were held behind his back by an unshakable grip.

“I said-You hurt my brother.”

Huh, he did want to talk…

“Look man, I panicked alright… I'm sorry and shit!”

“ ‘Sorry and Shit,’ “ The anarchist mocked, “Do you know what I do to fools who hurt my family?”

“…You make them hurt the same way your family did, but ten times worse, It’s why you tried to burn Pyro alive with his own flame… until Dream stepped in,” The tight hold around his neck suddenly got tighter, “It’s also why so many heroes have fallen to you in horrifically gruesome ways- y-you took Mermaid’s heart from her body and t-then threw her in a lake.”
The grip loosened slightly.

Then a menacing chuckle rang out sending chills down Tommy’s spine. The laughter only grew more and more psychotic, escalating into fits of deep monotone cackling, that by a blessing from the sky Gods, helped Tommy squirm out The Blade’s clutches and then SPRINT.

Tommy dashed across the rooftop, made it to a fire escape he quickly slid down into the alleyway next door, turned around to run out, to face once again, The Blade.

Seriously, what was this guy ON?

He backed up quickly into a corner as The Blade moved forwards towards him.

“It has certainly been fun, but I don’t like to play with my food…” Blade took out some kind of weapon from seemingly thin air, “Now, I can’t exactly replicate the pain you inflicted on my brother, but this will certainly hurt as much.” He raised the sharp silver sword up into the air.

And that’s when tommy really started to panic.

And when Tommy panicked… things got electrifying.

Current streamed through his body, every muscle, every nerve in him buzzing with static, as waves of pure electricity shoot out of his fingers- right into the Blade.

The villain in question was shot back into the wall, muscles spasming, hair frizzing up as he is overcome with a voltage that would leave any other man dead on the ground.

Yet he got up.

Sighing, stretching, but otherwise unharmed.

Quirking an eyebrow in amusement as though that massive surge of power was only a mere hinderance to him.

And that’s what makes him so terrifying.

He started up walking towards him again.
Tommy tried to move, but only staggered in exhaustion leaning on the wall for support.
The Blade towered above him, eyes raking over him scrutinizingly, studying.

And Tommy couldn’t help himself “Wha-“ His slurred out tiredly.

Blade’s face did a funny twitch. “Nothing,”
“Your powers are simply interesting,”

“in’restin’?”

“Your so powerful for a mere sidekick to Dream. It’s a shame really, that I have to kill you now.”

Tommy once again made to move, a wild dash for the side only to be blocked but a set of strong arms that held him firmly in place.

He looked up weakly into his soon to be killers cold red eyes, only uttering a small
“please…”
Before darkness overcame him.

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Techno looked down at the little hero who lay rested in his arms. The boy he went to kill just seconds before now felt so small and frail against his chest.
KillhimNOLITTLEBROTHERadoptionarcpogTECHNOPROTECT
The beginnings of a headache began to pound against his temples as he hissed to chat to quiet.
It was no secret amongst the public, that as a piglin hybrid, the Blade often gave in to his protective instincts, especially when the voices were loud. However, the voices were never this loud when it wasn’t Wilbur or Phil; something that made Techno hesitate in his murder.
He would not let the voices win this time. Cannot succumb to the embarrassing urge to smother the small hero in blankets on his couch.
But looking down at the curly blond head resting on his chest, he finds he takes him home.
Ehh, this can be Phil’s problem now.

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“Technoblade, what is this?”
“A child Phil really you have two of your own you’d think you’d know by n-“
Piercing blue eyes silence his deflecting as Techno feels himself freeze under his father’s firm gaze.
“Technoblade what is Dream's sidekick doing in our house.”
Eh time for more deflecting.
“Honestly nothing right now he’s-“
“Technoblade.”
It was the dad voice reserved only for times of extreme disappointment (Wil’s sand rants). Techno’s rarely had it used against him as the favourite child obviously. But when it was- he couldn’t resist.

“He hurt Wil.”

Phil sighed, opened his mouth to say something before shaking his head and instead leading him inside more with a grounding hand on his back.
“How come he’s still alive? And why’d you bring him here mate?”
“The voices Phil, I couldn’t, i-I can’t”
“It’s okay Tech, here I’ll take him”
Techno only held him somehow closer to his chest, taking a step back protectively, “he’s so light Phil…”
Phil frowned. It was rare for Techno to get to this level of attached so quickly- that was Wil’s job.

“Lets just rest here on the couch for now, when Wil comes down we’ll talk through what to do with him.”
As though on cue, (was probably waiting behind the door for his name to be mentioned-the dramatic shit-) Wilbur walked through the doorway, leaning flamboyantly on the door frame, hand draped over his forehead in ‘style’.
“You called father.”
The father in question sighed, already rubbing at his temples. It was too early for this shit at 2am.
He only waved an arm at the sidekick in answer.
Wilbur paused, face blank, and slithered towards the boy. He recognised him immediately as the Live Wire. The hero who shocked him, left him on bed rest for days, the pikachu kinnie, his new mortal enemy-
Looking oddly cute when asleep.
He couldn’t see beyond the mask but rosy cheeks and soft hair were squished up against the cushions.
He ran his hand experimentally through the kid’s hair experimentally, almost gasping in joy as the head moved to chase his touch.
“Philllll-“ looking up, wonder glistening in his eyes, “he’s like a cat! Can we keep him, pleaseeee?”

Phil paused.

Well it would be a good way to spite Dream.

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Tommy woke up to calloused hands dragging through his hair, in his sleepy haze he faintly registered laying on soft sheets softer than any he owned, warm blankets draped over his body as he lay on a hard surface. He briefly wondered if he was in the med bay back in the tower, or maybe Dream’s own apartment with Sapnap and George. Actually where was Dream? He never let him feel this well rested. He should probably be wondering where he was- but the hand started to leisurely scratch at his scalp and he felt himself snuggle somehow closer to the surface he lay on- submerging himself in a wave of sleepiness and comfort he never normally allowed for himself.

It wasn’t until that surface breathed beneath him that he woke up properly; shooting up off the mattress and falling onto the floor.
He ignored the surprised yelp behind him as he darted to the door his only thoughts being ESCAPE ESCAPE ESCAPE
He clawed desperately at the taunting handle, hearing a loud buzz every time it stuck - locked.

He heard footsteps behind him, so he turned and swung, distantly brown hair and a yellow jumper registered as his fist met the target.
He ducked under their legs as they groaned, clutching their face cursing, as he darted around the other side of the bed.

Tommy and them remained in a playground tag adjacent standoff, neither moving as they waited for…. Something.

Past training with Dream told him that his kidnapper could be stalling for time…

Mind made up he grabbed pillows and blankets and anything close enough and attacked! He jumped across the bed, pillows poised above his head, ready to slam down into his target-

Arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him flush against a broad chest.

Tommy stopped breathing.
Everything stopped moving.
Time began to slow.

And Tommy panicked thrashing once again, arms and legs kicking out wildly, fingernails digging, clawing into his captors arms, face, neck.
Annoyed grunts reached his ear “someone fucking drug him or something!”

“OW HE BIT ME!”
“WIL MAKE HIM SLEEP!”

“No one make anyone sleep.” A new voice called out over the chaos which was his two captors playing hot potato with their kidnapped child.

Everyone froze at the voice, Tommy dangling from the pink haired man’s strong arm.

Is this the boss? Are they scared of him?

“But Phillllllll he punched me in the nose!”
“Eh probably deserved.”

Now Tommy’s confused.

Who is this man?
Are they friends?
Family?
Are they in trouble
Are they gonna hurt him?
Is he-

Too lost in his thoughts he failed to notice the new figure crouching in front of him, until a blonde head of hair, covered with a bucket hat, face plastered with stubble and a large, friendly grin.

“Hiya mate!”

He looked… nice … kind…friendly…

He was too close.

Tommy struggled against the arms restraining him again, kicking out at the kind faced man with the dumb hat.

The kind faced man with the dumb hat moved backwards, unfazed, tilting his head at him in a studying manner, “Mate, it’s ok, calm down we arent gonna hurt you”

Tommy infact did the opposite of calm down and panicked even more- eyeing up the arm around his chest as he bared his teeth once more.

“Phil control him!”
“Techno I can’t just-”
“STOP”

Tommy stopped.

Thats when it hit him.
These are just random kidnappers.
He knows that voice, that power…
These are the SBI.

He could do nothing but go limp in who he assumes to be the Blade’s arms (Techno’s?)

He could faintly hear an argument break out over the revelation floating around his mind and his world beginning to spin.
(theSBItheSBItheSBItheSBItheSBItheSBI im going to die)

Then he promptly passes out.

The next time Tommy woke up, he was back on the bed, this time alone.
Without the rush of adrenaline he had last time, he felt exhausted, his bones ached in a way that told him he’d pushed his powers too far again. It left an ache in his bones and muscles and a heaviness in his eyes, his skin feels burning and he really just wants to sleep.
But he can’t.

Because he doesn’t know where he is.

He ignores the protest in his body as he halls himself up the bed, looking around the room he’s trapped in.

It’s plain, boring white four walls with nothing but a bed with all white sheets and two doors.
He recognizes the bigger one as the one previously locked, he decided he didn’t want to risk the buzzer going off again and instead headed over to the other.

The other door was smaller, wooden and surprisingly unlocked when he tentatively pushed the handle down.
Inside was a bathroom, equipped with a toothbrush, shampoo, hairbrush and just about everything normally found in a bathroom.
It had pale blue walls and a white sink and shower.
It was typical in every single way- except the fact it was his cell.

He wasn’t even sure he was allowed in here.

Ignoring his foreboding sense of impending doom, he continued scanning his surroundings, taking note of his own reflection in a large mirror over the sink basin.

He was pleasantly surprised,shocked, astounded, flabbergasted by what he saw…

His mask was still in place.

They hadn’t taken it off, which was honestly the first thing they did when villains were taken into custody- Tommy always hated that protocol.

As he moved to adjust the mask back into place from where it shifted slightly in his struggles or sleep - who knows, he caught glimpse of the tips of his fingers from under his deep red gloves, a blistering, inflamed burn spread down his fingers, along his hands, disappearing beneath the gloves.
Another sign he used his powers too much, so much infact even he got burnt by them - this isn’t the first time this had happened.
Back when he was just a trainee at 13, this used to happen every time he used them, he would whine and cry that he hated to use them because of the pain. But Dream soon showed him there was worse pain in the world he could endure instead…

In the end, Tommy’s fingers toughened.
To a degree…
Which he surpassed…
In a cell made by villains…
And he’s injured, weak and exhausted…

Shit.

A click of a lock back in the main room startled him as he jumped up and ran back to the safety of the bed, he dashed under the covers, just about faking sleep as the door creaked open and footsteps sounded next to his head.

“I know you're awake Theseus.”

Okay, fuck the blade and his ominous words, they most definitely did not scare him one bit as he squeezed his eyes tighter and pulled the covers above his head.

“Bruuhhhh,

Just come out, I brought food.”

Food?
Tommy was hungry…

Cautiously he poked his head out from under the covers, eyeing the food the Blade was holding out to him- what is that…

“Tomato soup. “
Oh did he say that out loud?

“Yes you did.”

Shit. Looking up at The Blade only succeeded in filling him with a new wave of anger.
The Blades face was only half covered with a remnant of his usual mask, only covering his eyes and upper face. Tommy could see the slight, amused quirk of his lips, and that was enough for Tommy to snatch the bowl from the fucker's arms and begin shovelling it in his mouth at rapid pace.
“What if it was poisoned..? The villain drawled.
Tommy only responded by slurping extra lousy on a new spoonful.
The Blade snorted, muttering a small “ok kid,” before looking down more worriedly at Tommy, “Hey i’d slow down if i were you, you seemed pretty exhausted earli-”

He was rudely interrupted on his motherhenning by Live Wire, literally shoving him off the bed, out the way, as he dashed to the bathroom, vomiting what sounded to be half his body mass in the toilet.
Sighing, Techno knelt beside the annoyingly endearing kid and held his scruffy blonde hair back behind in a very short ponytail, rubbing his back as he heaved.

Thankfully soon Live Wire stopped throwing up as the slumped, passed out, over the toilet lid.

Wiping down the kid’s face and clearing up the mess, Techno gathered the sidekick up in his arms, heading back over to the bed.

He laid the young boy back under the covers and tucked him in, he grabbed what was left of the soup and began to head out when he felt a skinny, childlike hand grab weakly at his wrist and heard a mumbled sleepy “don’ go”.

He turned back round, unsure of what to do, when he happened to glance down at the hand trapping him in his place…
One that appeared to be badly burnt…

“Oh Theseus…”

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“Phil. Philza Minecraft.”

A sigh echoed out through the kitchen directed at the tall figure lounging horizontally across a chair clearly intended to be seated upright at a table. It was placed next to a fish tank with a single small goldfish and a sheet of paper taped to the wall above with “MILO!!:D” written across in sloppy bubble writing done in blue crayon.
Seemingly the work of a child.

Phil sighs more at the sight knowing he bought that fish for Wil just 3 months ago.

“Yes Wil?”

“Philza there is a child in our house.”

“Yes Wil..” He drawled slowly, “You wanted him here.”

“Yes father I still do. More so than before,” A pause,”I love him.”

“Wil you've had him for less than a day, he’s been awake 10 minutes of it, resulting in you now icing your face”

“But he’s just so cuteeeee.”

“He’s also injured,” Technoblade enetered the room, slamming the door behind him, marching past to a cupboard pulling out various painkillers and creams to inspect. “Badly.”

“WHAT TECHNO YOU DIDN'T DID YOU-”

“No phil, I wouldn't he’s clearly a child, a child with serious burns all up his wrists.”

Wil interjected “Woah what- do you think Flame did it, he seems like an asshole.”

“No Wil, it looks like you after he shocked you but way worse and he didn’t have Bad to heal him.”

Two identical “Shit.” ran out in the room before all three were rushing downstairs with hands full of medical supplies.

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Wilbur wasn’t lying when he told Phil just how attached he already was to the small child. He seriously would die for this kid.
They arent 100% certain he’s even a kid, but Wilbur’s pretty fucking certain he’s at most 19, but Phil’s insistent he can’t be younger than 18 or he wouldn’t be a hero yet. Or sidekick? Wilbur doesn’t care enough to research.

All he cares about right now is the unfairly endearing way the blonde head of hair rubs back into his hand at every scratch. It’s so cute yet concerning how even in his sleep, he reaches for comfort from men he doesn’t know (yet).
Wilbur also wasn’t lying when he compared him to a cat.

As Wilbur was distracted by the thought of finally having a younger brother, Phil and Techno each carefully cleaned, treated and wrapped his arms, Wilbur taking the job and comforting the boy with a lullaby when he made any signs of distress.

Even when Techno informed him Hamilton wasn’t considered a lullaby to anyone but him.
Whatever.

Once they were finished, Techno grabbed his laptop and they settled around the room to watch a random documentary on anteaters Wilbur suggested as they patiently waited for the young sidekick to wake up.