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It was a Very strange day for Tommy, despite living in the village all his life he'd never seen a traveler. Well Other than the occasional wandering trader but he didn't really think those scheming fucks counted. The man was dressed in robes of faded green and dark gray, a striped bucket hat upon his gold hair. the close looks Layers and as if they would be hot in the Summer Weather.

The traveler was talking with the priest, and unfortunately Tom couldn’t hear through the stained glass, so he resorted to reading lips. Needless to say, he was horrible at it.

“I am nodding yes, you indeed have fancy robes, oh you are giving me emeralds and now I point at Tommy in the wind- '' the boy ducks under the glass, accidentally getting a mouthful of grass and dirt in the process.

The church doors, The regal looking and smiling softly, his blond hair and indigo eyes look very similar to Tom’s own. “Holy shit could he be my real dad?” The thought is quickly negated, remembering that his father was said to be a wandering trader, which was part of the reason he despised the lot.

The Regal looking man and priest approach the mud-covered lad, Who at the moment was pulling bits of grass off of his tongue.

“Thomas, This kind man is Philza, he has adopted you.” The blond boy freezes, Eyeing the old man and priest.

“Philza is a fucking strange name.” The words passed his lips without a second thought, and though he did whole heartedly agree with them, His loose-tongue had gotten him on the bad side of many folks in the village. He couldn’t help but speak his opinion.

“Not where I’m from, it's pretty common there.” the man shows no malice, or distaste, instead he gives a kind, soft smile.

“Where are you from?” the boy queries, blue eyes gliding over the stranger.

“I doubt you’d know it even if I'd tell you. It fell a long time ago.”

“I read history books, also how, there has been no war recently.” To this the old man laughed, and Tommy found that comforting. He couldn’t explain why, but it felt good. Perhaps the reason was that he wasn’t offended as most adults would be by the insensitivity the child projected.

He mostly meant things to be humorous, but it often didn’t come out that way. The Priest interrupts the pleasant conversations. “Thomas, go pack your Items.” The boy blanks at the use of his name, for some reason he found it stupid.

“How many times do I have to tell you to use Tommy?”

“That is not your proper name Thomas.”

“You’re a right stick in the mud, father.” He received a sharp glare from the holy man in return. Quickly making his way into the church and down the stairs to his bedroom.

The other children had been adopted out years ago, Typically by other villagers, Tom saw them often of course However not all of them enjoyed his presence. It would upset him, if he wasn’t used to it.

The boy shoves various clothing items and trinkets into his case. Hanging a whistle around his neck. It was his only way to summon Henry after all.

Tommy exits the room, looking around and sighing. This had been his home for so long that the thought of leaving it for good made him nervous. Which was strange, because for a long time it’d been a dream of his.

He closed the door, flipping the little golden lock on it. Exiting the church, Tommy looks at the man named Philza, and for the first time , a bit of nervousness bubbles in his stomach.

“Alright, I'm ready to go.”

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The Carriage hops and sways as it moves down the road, each large bump stopping Tommy from falling asleep, despite being quite tired. Next to the boy Philza sits highly alert as they travel through the stone road. They’d entered the forest at least a day ago and it still hadn't ended. Tommy was starting to think the old man had gotten them lost.

Neither had spoken much during the trip, which made the silence feel awkward. As far as Thomas was concerned, he was lost in a forest with a strange old man, and had nowhere to go.

He gazed into the forest, though they hadn’t seen anything other than trees the area had gotten dense, and more moist. The air was filled with water, and it made breathing uncomfortable. The tall red-wood trees Tommy had become accustomed to gave way to shorter evergreen with dark bark and short boughs packed closely together.

The forest floor was covered in moss and short berry bushes, little black balls grew on them. Overhead he could hear the occasional talkative cawing of the crows. It was pretty, but ominous.

Suddenly the carriage lurches to a stop. Tommy looks at Philza, who Is climbing out of the driver's seat. “Why Have we stopped?”
In response to Tom's question, Philza picks up some bags and waves him over. “He’ll have to make the rest of the trip to the village by wing, or in your case, zipline.”

As he says the words, The sound of rushing water can be heard. a clearing comes into view. A large waterfall rushed over a chasm on the opposing side dim lights can be seen and chattering echo’s on the walls and into the boy’s ears. “What the fuck!” A Laugh Emanates from his words. “This is so cool Phil!” He plops on his knees, looking over the ledge with fascination. The image was straight up fantastical!

Tommy quickly got lost in his thoughts, and leaned just a bit too far over the edge. Losing his balance on the squishy moss, he feels the moment build for his tumble forward. “Oh Phil!” His voice cracks as he scrabbles for something to hold, He feels A grip fasten onto the back of his shirt, causing it to tighten around his neck and force out a gag.

“Lord, you’ve only just gotten here and you nearly died!” Phil mumbles. In that moment they hear the tear of cloth as the sleeve Phil holds shreds from the torso of Tom's shirt.

And Tommy Falls.

He feels his body in free fall, the wind violently pressing against his body, and his eyes watering from the speed at which he's falling. Nothing attached to his body to slow or restrict him. A complete free fall. He felt fear, fear so intense it made his chest tight and his nails dig into his palms. But under that fear, he felt a glorious freedom. For the first time ever he was doing something dangerous, something fun. It was exhilarating.

But it only lasted a few moments, He heard the beat of wings and suddenly the force of the air was gone. He looked up and saw Philza, holding Tommy form under his arms, a panicked look on his face.

“Holy shit mate, are you okay?” Tommy looks over at Philza and that was the day he first saw that look in Tommy’s eyes. A look of electricity and overwhelming joy. As if Lightning itself ran through his veins.

“Fuck yeah!”
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Hello, Sorry I Haven't updated, Not going to lie i forgot this even existed. This chapter is a bit short but i'm high as balls right now and this is all i'm willing to write for today hopefully more will come soon I've got half of the third chapter written already. I have no clue what direction this book will go in but i'll try to avoid angst. I Hope you enjoy, remember you are valid, beautiful unique and you're not alone in your fight, whatever you're dealing with. Bye! I plan on making a short story where the boys go camping but they do some crazy shit, might add an Oc insert too.

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It didn’t take long for Philza to Airdrop Tom’s luggage into the Living area. It was a very peculiar place, Built into the side of a cliff, with wooden catwalks on the outside, some of which were covered in moss and rotting, and dimly lit tunnels dug throughout the rockface.

Once Tommy had gotten into his bedroom and finished “Unpacking” Which he actually did not do, Opting for laying on his bed and staring at the new room for twenty minuets, He heard Philza call him to the common room.

He wandered towards the sound of conversation, surprised others were living with the two. Though now that he thought about it, it would be very strange if it was just him and some old man living in the middle of a forest. He rounded the corner to a room, and once he looked upon it a feeling of shock sieged his body.

There, in the living room, was a pigman, who stood as tall as a bookcase. He was adorned with gold, and a smile showed off large ivory tusks. Across from him, a man with gold-rimmed spectacles reflected off the light from the fireplace, guzzling down a drink. Philza sat between the two laughing with the pigman. The group looked intimidating.

The Boy with the glasses notices Tommy first, Raising an eyebrow. “Phil, whose He?” The old man didn't bother turning.

“You’re new brother.” Phil murmur, Gulping down, what Tommy assumed, was some form of ale.

“Oh?” The pigman responded, turning to face Tommy. His voice rumbled deep, and Tommy was nearly sure he could feel it through his feet. The two took a step towards him. The brunette man's glasses glaring down at him, and the porcine man and regarding him with little expression.

He felt fucking terrified. Not the same fear as the free fall, far far more anxious than that.

Then suddenly, the brunette spoke, A cheerful and kind tone causing all of the anxiety to leave. “Hello, I am Wilbur Soot.” He holds his hands out, and Tommy shakes it, instantly smiling up at This Wilbur character. “This is my Twin Brother Technoblade.” He gestures to the pigman.

“Hello!” Technoblade murmurs in a, shockingly, monotone voice.

“Technoblade… I can’t decide if that is a cool name or lame as shit.” Immediately, Wilbur begins laughing, his hand going over his mouth as his shoulder shivers.

Technoblade has a look of disbelief on his face. A snort leaving his nose. “Right time to crush him.”

“Techno no!” Phil says, not moving from his chair even slightly, a chuckle causing his silky robes to shake. The Pigman, Contrary to his previous statement, Walks back over to his previous position. The soft smile returned to his face, clearly showing a jovial disposition towards the new child.

“What’s your name kid?” Wilbur asks, Gesturing for Tommy to follow him to the couch.

“Tommy, and I'm not a fucking kid.” Tommy says the last part with an annoyed tone.

“How old is he?” Technoblade asks Philza, Gesturing to the skinny blond haired boy sitting next to Wilbur.

“twelve, that’s what the priest said.” he places down the ale, a drunken shade over his cheeks though he doesn't seem to have lost his head quite yet.

“It’s rude to talk about someone like they're not there you know?” Tommy murmurs, turning to Wilbur, who sits next to him. “Can you believe those two, so inconsiderate!” Upon finishing the sentence he hears the brunette begin to laugh. Philza chuckled and Technoblade attempted not to spit out his drink.

Tommy enjoyed this, he felt accepted here.

He felt at home.
Wait, did Wilbur say the two were twins?

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Lmao these chapters keep getting shorter and shorter, the 4th will be a single paragraph at this point!
I'm glad you guys are enjoying this book, Don't worry we will be getting a longer chapter next time, hopefully a full 1000 words or more.
I have like three chapters prepared (mentally, lol) and i recon they will involve a lot of dialogue and fun interactions between the boys.

Get food, drink water, if you're reading this at the ASS CRACK OF DAWN go to sleep.

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Tommy hazily looked around his bedroom, he didn't exactly know how he’d gotten there, he assumed he wandered back after hanging out with the other men. He stared at the ceiling sleepily, mind racing with the events of the past few days.

While he was marveling at the turn of events in his life he heard a knock on his door. “Yeah?” ye yelled, his voice cracking a bit at the end.

“Get up, breakfast is ready, and Phil wants you to help me with my chores. “Technoblades voice resonates from behind the door. Tommy groans, rolling off of his single wide bed and falling on the floor.

“Why, it’s so early!”

“Tommy, it's noon.” Technoblade responded, an amused tone lacing his words. “I’m half done already.”

Tommy shoots up pulling clothing from his chest and quickly changing. Once finished he swings open his door and looks up, freezing in shock and confusion. Rather than a large pigman, he sees a, rather tall, brunette man, who wears glasses. His brown waves, though cut much shorter, look similar to Wilbur’s. “Who the fuck are you, and where is Technoblade?”

The man scoffs, hanging Tommy an axe and walking down the hallway. “I am Technoblade, come on we need to get firewood.”

“What, No you’re not, Technoblade is a large pig with huge tusks and shit.” Tommy followed anyway, his voice getting louder with each word, despite the fact that the man was right next to him.

“I am a pigman.” His voice was exactly like techno blades, which was kind of scary. “Have you ever heard of a wolfman? It’s kind of the same thing.” He jogs up the stairs and opens a hatch which flashes sunlight into Tommy's eyes.

“Fuck man, a bit of a warning next time!” Technoblade doesn’t respond, clambering out of the hole and reaching down for Tommy. “I can get out by myself.”

“The axe.” Technoblade murmurs. Tommy hands it to him and the brunette disappears, when Tommy peaks over the edge he gazes upon the spruce forest, witches hair drapes over the spiny branches, and a thick layer of moss carpets the floor. He places his hand in it to lift himself up, water squishes out as he does so, causing his hands to become cold and wet.

“Fucking shit!” He shakes his hand and wipes it on his shirt. A loud thwacking noise sounds and it causes Tommy to jump. He looks over at the origins, and see’s Technoblade pulling back an axe; a notable score can be seen in the tree as he does so.

“Grab that one over there and start chopping.” Technoblade gestures to a different tool nearby. Tommy does as he’s told though upon lifting it to swing the weight causes him to stumble. He falls on the moss, and the metal object thuds on the ground. He hears a squeak and then another thud sounds beside him. Tommy flinches away, seeing the spruce tree bounce with residual energy before he falls.

He swivels his head to Technoblade who is picking up the fallen flora. “That could have hit me!” The brunette pauses, before a look of realization crosses his face.

“Sorry, I’m used to working alone, so i don't normally need to warn anyone about that” Tommy notices Technoblade’s ear twitch slightly. They are larger than human ears, looking almost eleven in shape. When he speaks you can also see larger canine teeth. So he really is Technoblade.

“It’s fine.” Tommy murmurs, turning around from the strange man-pig, and trying again to pick up his axe. He stumbles a bit but eventually gets his footing.

“You’ll cut yourself if you stand like that.”Technoblade wanders over. He grabs Tommy's arm, helping him stabilize. “Keep your legs shoulder length apart.” He adjusts Tommy, silently picking out every flaw in the boy’s stance, before nodding at him to give it a go. Tommy pulls the hatchet back swinging it, though it's still heavy he manages to hit the tree without falling this time.

Upon impact Tommy can feel a jarring vibration ascend up his arm. It feels as though his bones are being rubbed with the mallet of a singing bowl. He cringes, face contorting in pain. Despite that, Tommy let out an “alright!” pleased with his small accomplishment. He hears techno grunt, and watches as he picks up his own axe and begins chopping his tree into little logs.

They spent the rest of the daylight chopping wood, occasionally Philza would come over to help Technoblade haul it in while Tommy arranged them into piles that could easily be airlifted through the now cleared thicket. The heat refused to relent its siege, summer in the north was far hotter than in Brûler. Ironic really, seeing as it was known for its burning warmth. Then again this was the first time Tommy had done such exasperating labor outdoors. Most of his chores at the church were to mop the floors and keep the glass clean.

As night had fallen, despite the sky not being dark enough for the start to be seen, Technoblade had transformed into his more beastly figure. “Technoblade?” Tommy called to the pigman, who looked over his shoulder at the boy, a hum leaving his snout in acknowledgement. “Why do you..eh transform, like that?” Tommy was careful of his wording, worried it might be a sensitive subject.

To his surprise though, Technoblade seemed to smile. “Once when Wilbur and I went out to play, we ran into a witch. Apparently the day before Wilbur had stolen something from her shack.” He paused, picking up the last batch of logs with a grunt. “ Long story short, she tried to curse him for it and I attacked her. I won the battle and when we got home Wilbur swore me to secrecy. That night, as it turned out, was my first transformation. I assume it is the curse meant for Wilbur but we aren’t entirely sure.” He places the logs on the edge of the cliff waiting for Phil to pick them up. “Either way it doesn’t really matter, I kinda like it. I get strength and better eyesight when I'm transformed. So it worked out.”

“Well yeah, but what about women, doesn’t it scare them?” Tommy asks and Technoblade shrugs.

“Eh, I’ve never really been interested in the family or romance thing.” A black figure can be seen in the sky and Technoblade stand on top of the log pile. “I always thought, if I left the cliff, I'd be a fantastic warrior, legendary even.” He chuckles, helping Philza secure the cargo, Techno tosses Tommy a key. “It’s for the hatch, make sure to lock it once you’re inside.” and with that, Technoblade, Philza, and a pile of logs tied together with rope, take flight.

‘What a strange guy. I couldn’t imagine not liking women.’ Tommy stares at the brass key in his hand, letting his thoughts mull over. But when he hears the bushes rustle, fear causes him to quickly shuffle inside, locking the wooden hatch with vigor.

Outside, hidden among those bushes, a bee sniffs a flower.
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Hello Everyone! I enjoyed writing this chapter a lot. Technoblade is my favorite mcyt so I had fun adding some depth to his character here. Just a warning, don't expect me to update on any schedule, I'm going to pop out these chapters as I get inspiration and motivation to do so. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, make sure to take care of yourself, and I wish you all the best! Till next time.

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The next day, Tommy woke early, ready to Help Technoblade with his chores once more, however he was thrown a curveball.

“Actually Tommy, I was hoping you’d come with me to the village to shop.” Wilbur gave Tommy a kind smile. Tommy agreed in a heartbeat, He wasn’t sure what made Wilbur seem so cool, but he definitely was cool.

“Oh wait! I’ve got to help technoblade with chores!” The Brunette looked up at the sound of his name, brown eyes eyeing tommy.

“Tommy, I've been doing this for 18 years on my own, I think I'll manage.” Upon this statement Philza gave an incredulous look.

“Techno, you have not been doing chores since you were born.” The pigman shrugged, taking a bit of his toast, a soft smirk on his face.

At the end of breakfast, Wilbur demanded Tommy get dressed in something that wasn’t tattered or covered in dirt. However he wasn’t able to find anything that fit well.

“Well shit, maybe you can borrow something from Technoblade.” Wilbur said. Tommy sighs, never realizing how easily he ripped up clothing. It makes sense though, he always found a hill to roll down or a tree to climb.

He wandered down the Hall to Techno’s bedroom and knocked, he heard a soft “come in.” in response. The bedroom was decorated with many things. Weapons hung along the east wall and a bookcase was on the west. Technoblade was scribbling things down on note, using the desk at the end of his bed. “What’d you want tommy?”

“Oh, my shirts are all dirty, wilbur said i might be able to borrow one of yours?” The British boy questioned softly. Technoblade nodded. Tommy then noticed how loose technoblades shirts seemed on him. It was tightened around the chest with strings, but was obviously too wide for the man.

Tommy stood awkwardly in the doorway as Technoblade directes himself to a dresser, pulling out a smaller, white t-shirt with red sleeves. “I can't fit this one when I transform so you can keep it.” he tosses it at Tommy, who fumbles to catch it.

He looked over the shirt, and smiled. “Thanks Blade!” He leaves very suddenly, not even giving technoblade enough time to murmur a ‘welcome’ as he goes.

Tommy got dressed, looking at himself in the mirror, and he nodded. He liked this new look, it was charming plus red was Tommy's favorite color. “Tommy, are you done?” Wilbur questioned.

“Yeah, let’s go man!”
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After the two departed for the town, which was at the end of the river that created their ravine. The town was on the delta of the river. Though it was separated by the flowing liquid, everything was connected by a spruce path.

As Tommy walks into the village, a Hand stops him. He looks up at Wilbur, who has a mischievous grin across his face.

“Hey Tommy, do you want to be a dirty crime boy?”

Tommy raises an eyebrow, a soft laugh leaving his mouth as he speaks. “What?”

“Do you want to be a dirty crime boy?” Wilbur says it slower this time, the grin somehow growing wider, the look in his eye reminded Tommy of the feeling he felt when falling off the cliff. It was wild with excitement, almost a crazed mania. He wasn't sure what those words meant but whatever Wilbur was planning, if it made him this excited, Tommy wanted in.

Maybe that looks should be a bit of a red flag, a warning of some kind of danger.

Then again, Tommy did love the color red. “ Fuck yeah, man!”

Wilbur nods, smiling, and wanders over to a particularly flat rock face. He punches a button on the wall, which is barely noticeable, if you’re not looking for it.

Immediately, the rock slides down, revealing a set of cobblestone stairs which lead into a dark tunnel. “Well? Go on then!” Tommy jumps, beginning to jog down the stairs, Wilbur follows and he hears the stone grind against the floor, the sunlight fading out of the tunnel. Which soon becomes lit by lanterns with blue flames. They cause the duo’s shadows to seem like separate beings. bending and folding along the uneven surface of the cobblestone walls, as the pair make their way down the tunnel.

The Place really creeped Tommy out. The Lighting was inconsistent and there was a chilly breeze that somehow managed to find its way into the stone tunnel. Neither of them spoke, which made things so much worse. Wilbur was rather cheerful, but when he’s just dead-eyed staring in front of him with no expression, he looks possessed. “Um, Wilbur Where are we going?”

His lip twitches upward before going back to the blank stare, which he directs towards the boy at his side. “To meet my friends.” Tommy had been hoping to get a comforting remark from his new brother, but it just creeped him out more.

“What the fuck…” He merely whispered the words, like air leaving his lungs on the faintest breath.

It wasn’t but seconds later when the sound of music graced his ears. A sort of hyped jazz tune that brought a smile to Tommy's face. He’d forgotten the anxiety in seconds, as his curiosity drove him to jog down the stone staircase. He turned the corner and forced open a wooden door.

In the center of the room were two men. One with a blue Hat and another with a pair of curly horns growing out his head. The One with the blue hat was wearing only that and a pair of underwear, which was a shocking thing to walk into. He sat atop a stage, and the goat in a lounge chair nearby. Both stared at the boy for a second before the goat looking man spoke.

“Who the fuck are you?” He puts a drink down with force, standing suddenly and staring towards the boy. In seconds the boy turns, slamming the door shut and scrambling back up the stairs towards Wilbur.

“Wilbu-” Tommy stumbles but shoots back up “Wilbur, I don’t know what's going on down there but I don’t want to be around it.” His voice pitches up at the end and Wilbur snorts a laugh.

“Tommy calm down, nothing bad is going to happen…. To you.” He Continues down the stairs
Tommy Watches as the man opens the door and waves. ‘He’s got to be fucking mental to want to be near… whatever the fuck that was.’ Tommy then realizes, he just might be. He follows anyway, still quite curious despite being slightly fearful of the goat-man who rushed him.

After getting a second look of the room it looks like a bachelors pad. There was a bar on the far end. Colorful tapestries hung along the wall and a sign beside the entry read “Dirty Crime Unit.”

‘It's actually kinda nice’ He jumps when he feels someone clap his back with their hand looking up so see Wilbur with a smirk.

“This is my Little brother Tommy, Tommy these are my friends Schlatt and Quackity.”

He looks at the two who have been introduced to him and offers a shaky wave. “Hey.” His words sound small, smaller than he’d like for them to sound.

“Wilbur, what the fuck is this- Why did you bring him here?” The horned man, Schlatt, asks in an annoyed tone, his eyes glancing over at the boy with a look of disgust before returning to scowling at wilbur.

The brunette smiles at his friend and claps Tommy's shoulder. “He is here to Help us do crimes, gentlemen I’d like to introduce DCU’s newest member.”

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Tommy watches as Wilbur smacks the giant iron beast with a stick, running away and jutting around a tree just as quackity rides by smacking the monster with his wooden sword. Both men are laughing wildly and Tommy is laughing too though it's laced with more anxiety than genuine amusement.

"Hey idiot, take this shit stop watching the other two." Schlatt murmurs without looking at the blood boy.

"Sorry Schlatt, it's just, im worried about them." Tommy grabs the emerald and puts it into the cow-skin satchel he'd been given beforehand. As Shlatt swung his head to look at him, forcing Tommy to lean away so as not to get hit by the large spiral horns on top of the brunette's head.

"Worried? What are you Wilburs mother, Technoblade?" Schlatt scoffs, a patronizing smile on his face as he turns to shuffle through the next house. "Wilbur is pretty much an expert at this, so don't worry your little head about it boy." Tommy couldn't really tell why but they way schlatt said boy Somehow sounds worse than insulting.

Tomy isn't able to continue his argument. Interrupted by a yelling quackity running past. "Yeah! Muérete, pequeño hombre de hierro." His voice fades as he rides past not long after the Iron golem stomps after him.

"Yes! Quackity, golpéale el culo!" Schlatt responds, Pumping his fist in the air. The Raven haired man copies the motion, promptly getting smacked in the face by a tree branch and groaning in pain. Schlatt flinches, sharply suckign air through his teeth ``oh That's gotta hurt."

An Explosive laugh leaves The blond's mouth and he's reduced to a wheezing mass of flesh. Wilbur jogs up to the pair, brown waves glued to his forehead via sweat. "Quackity is trying to trap the golem in the well, we should get out while he's doing that , and count the loot."

"I'm not finished yet." The goat man says, pushing his hair out of his face and digging through his backpack. Upon seeing the red sticks Wilbur pulls Tommy closer to him.

"Come on man! you can't just decide to explode shit." Wilbur murmurs.

"Why the fuck not, you did it!"

"No, i've never fucking done that."

Schlatt rolls his eyes, placing the TNT randomly about the village as he walks towards the brothers. "Well are you gonna stop me?" He pulls out a lighter and cigar, Lighting both the explosive and drug. "Or not?"

Wilbur grabs Tommy running away. "Quackity he's doing it again!"

"Doing What?" Onyx eyes squint in confusion.

"Being a Fucking terrorist!" It's all Quackity needs to know, quickly he turns Sir horsecock the third away from the village.

In those few moments before the explosion, Tommy feels it again. That rush.
His blood feels like lava in his veins and his chest feels tight in the most wonderful way. The strange rush forces his cheeks to spread, lips parting to show a glowing grin. "Fuck yeah!" His Feet hits the ground with more sureness, and Wilbur releases his grip, no longer having to drag the boy with him.

The explosion is loud and the air pressure hits them all with an unprecedented force. The ground hits hard or maybe he hits it hard, Tommy's not sure, for a moment.
The impact starves his lungs and burns his skin. It's the first wave of many. The noises become more compact, clambering and forcing each guy to curl away. Eventually they are met with shocking silence.

The village is in pieces and flames. wooden bits of houses and trees burn and stone is scattered about in a large radius. "Guess you should have tried to stop me." Tommy looks up to see Schlatt, looking perfectly uninjured as he sucks on the brown cylinder, nose exhaling smoke, a dragon in human-ish skin.

"That was fucking epic!" Tommy pops up, eyes sparkling with residual adrenaline. He doesn't notice the scrapes and cuts, a little too high to feel the pain beyond an itch. And Schlatt returns the crazed grin with one of his own.

"See this guy gets it! Come here-'' He pulls the boy up, dusting him off slightly as he does so. "You're actually kind of a cool kid." He lowers his voice. "Maybe more than your narc ass brother." Tommy returns to his wheezing flesh ball form.

Wilbur glares at Schlatt, Brown eyes seeming to become serpentine as they focus in on his face. "Are you fucking Shitting me?!" He starts marching his way towards the pair. "What in your right mind told you after I explicitly said this mission needed to keep him safe-" He points at Tommy. "Makes you think blowing up a villiage without any fucking notice is in any way a good fucking idea!"

"Oh come on man, It's not that bad he's fine see!" Schlatt gestures to The blond, who nods and perks up as if to present his 'alrightness' The bleeding patches of slightly torn skin don't convince either elder man.

"Wilbur's right J. '' Quackity pets down his horse, concern laced on his face. " That was way too dangerous for any mission let alone this one. His black eyes hold a gentleness Wilbur seems to have lost in this moment. "I understand wanting to blow shit up but you've got to give us more of a warning before-"

"Quackity look out!" Schlatt dashes toward his friend, pushing him out of the way of a large metal arm aiming at his head.

"Maldito inferno!" Quackity tumbles down the hill the group stood up, effectively out of reach of the creature.

The creature creaks, almost af if clicking it's non-existent tongue in dis-satisfaction, before swinging again, this time at goat horned man. Schlatt falls back, avoiding the attack but winding himself up in an accident. "I thought you said he put it in a well!"

"I Said he was trying to put it in!" Wilbur grabs his sword, slashing the golem and drawing its attention from his friend. "Tommy, go home."

"What, I'm not fucking leaving you here." Tommy drops his back shuffling through it for something, anything to help.

"Get the fuck out of here, if you get anymore hurt dads going to murder me!"

"If I fucking leave you here, You'll be killed by an iron bitch!" He groans when he finds nothing but emeralds and potatoes, tossing the satchel aside and picking a twig up from the ground. beside him Schlatt is beginning to stand and Wilbur is fighting the iron beast.

It's unclear what drove him in that moment, maybe it was the rush from the explosion or the fear of losing a member of his new family, but it wasn't even seconds before Tommy was wailing on the golem with his stick.

The clang of the metal echoed loudly, and the beast halted its assault on Wilbur, glowing red eyes focusing on Tommy instead. That was all the incentive the boy needed. Tommy turned around, running wildly towards the horse. He mounted the creature and pulled on the reins forcing it away from the grass. Stick in hand and a whole lot of fear everywhere else, Tommy rushed the beast, stabbing through its magical eye as he passed.

"What the hell Tommy!" Wilbur yells as he passes.

"Sorry Wil!"

" Kids got a lot of spunk, me gusta." Quackity says, A bow in hand and arrow notched. "Try not to die little-T"

"You got it big-Q!" The sound of the arrow in motion is a strange one, somehow wimpy but scary all the same, like a nest of hornets. Quackity whistles and Sir Horsecock the Third comes back quickly. "Get off my horse dickhead.'' The words are somehow affectionate and Tommy follows his orders. "Take this." he tosses the wooden sword and rides off, slinging arrows with a surprising amount of ease while being mounted on the horse.

"That son of a bitch." Schlatt walks up behind Tommy, pulling a helmet from his bag and clunking it onto Tommy's head. A large axe in one of his hands and the rest of his armor equals himself. "Let's go kick some ass runt." He storms off towards the fight.
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Tommy can Hear the cracking of fire and feel his chest heaving as he clutches absurd amounts of bread and rotten flesh, the smell of which singes his nose and causes it to scrunch unpleasantly. He''d ended up running into the villiage to hid after shlatt was knocked out, wilbur dissapearing on the other side of the hill with the golem in tow, quackity not far after it.

‘Why the fuck Had he gone along with it?’ His eyes searched the dimming area for someone that could help him, but the fire drew his entire attention and he felt extremely startled when a hand was placed on his shoulder. He Jumps looking up to see jet black hair, tucked under a blue beanie. The Hat forces it to play across Quackity’s forehead and while Tommy is relieved at the familiar face, Quackity looks more tense eyes darting around the burning village. ‘He’s looking for Wilbur, and schlatt.’ Tommy registers and he opens his mouth but before he can say anything Quackity speaks.

“Follow me. Wilbur wants me to get you to safety first.” His tone is very different from the first time they met a few hours ago. It's decisive and firm, making it clear there is no room for argument. Perhaps if they weren’t in great danger, Tommy would make a joke, attempt to ease the tension in both their shoulders with a jaunty laugh but he can't be bothered now.

No, Now is not the time for a joke. There is a raging fire in front of his eyes, smoke billowing and threatening to choke out every living being it can get too. Worse even is the fact that some were hidden by the smoke and flames is a Golem.

A beast of Iron and magic searching for Him trying to kill him, trying to kill all of them.
He felt the panic bubble in his chest again and His fingers dug into the crust of the bread and tender muscle of rotting flesh.

Quackity looks down when he doesn't hear Tommy move. He sees How His Eyes are blown wide, pupils dilated to the point they almost swallow the shiny sky blue of his irises. “Hey, Tommy listen I-I know ur scared but we need to go, because whatever you are thinking about right now. Isn't what we need to be worrying about, you need to follow me so I can keep you safe.” Quakity’s brown eyes are latched onto Tommy’s and despite his urgent tone and serious expression, they look Very kind.

“Y-yeah o-okay let’s go.” And Tommy stands, his legs feel weak and his hands shake but he's stable. Quackity keeps his hand on Tommy's back, always making sure the blond boy is in his line of sight. Quackity is always looking over his shoulder, and on occasion he forces Tommy under a rock face or to hide in an alley corner.

Every time a metal giant would stomp past its red eyes seeming to glow in the smoke.

Quackity had stopped Tommy again, forcing the boy into a crouch as he hid from another pair of glowing red eyes, but these ones were different. With them came no clanking of metal or nearly sprung to his eyes when he heard the voice. “Tommy?”

It’s Technoblade. Soon enough tears were sent into free fall and Tommy sprung forward grabbing technoblade and pulling him towards the other two. Quackity and Techno Huff as they are thrown together, having not expected Tommy to even be strong enough to pull Techno off his feet.

The rush of adrenaline having boosted his physical strength, it’s not as surprising as it might at first seem. If he wasn't in danger he would have thought himself amazing.

Before either can complain, Tommy's hand flies over their mouth’s hand and he shrinks into the wall of the Wooden hut, Eyes following the droning hover of a distant metal silhouette. When he’s sure it’s out of ear shot, they all dash, technoblade taking the lead, and quackity sticking near Tommy, as if to be sure he isn't swiped in front of the two of them.

‘Like a baby who needs close attention.’ The thought licks at the back of his mind and only has a moment to draw up emotions before he hears it. That Warbling moan that causes dread to seep into his bones. Forcing him still.

This time though, they can't hide, they'd been well out of the village and the treeline was cleared. They were spotted.

Everything is fast, the sounds of iron feet hitting a stone path, the feeling of a hand forcing him to move forwards and a flash of pinkish brown hair. He expected an impact, but none came, instead he heard flesh and bones against minerals.

Quackity whisks him always before he can turn around to watch into the forest. They stop on a deer path and Quackity frantically looking around, catching sticks and a rock and fashioning a spear. “I’m Going back to help Techno, follow this path, it's gonna take you to a creek, ask for Niki and tell her Quackity sent you. Tell her what happened.” Then He’s gone, almost like he wasn't there to begin with. Tommy stairs dazed at the items in his hands. He’d dropped a lot in their scurry from the Golem , His hands looking like a strummed guitar string with how much they shake.

He starts stumbling forwards, then jogging, until he's sprinting through the forest looking for this Niki Person. ‘I need to do my part, I need to help!’
HE finally reaches the end of the trail, a creek with the clearest water and most colorful rocks. Fish scales seem to dazzle like gem shards when they catch the sunlight, and it's breathtaking.
But he doesn't have time to explore it now.
“Hello, I’m Looking for Niki! Quackity sent me he needs help, My- Wilbur Is lost in a fire at a village and Techno and Quackity are battling a golem right now!”

There is silence, and then the water shifts a few beads creating a form suddenly. A being of fresh water standing on the surface of the creek. Her eyes seemed strangely visible despite the clear liquid that creates this corporeal form.

As if on cue a singular leaf gets swept up into her body. Dancing through the liquid in a strange pattern before continuing its path through the stream.

The moment Is very contrasting from the chaos of before, serene and quiet. It Causes the panic in Tom’s chest to subside slightly. His shoulders become a little less tense.

“Are you Niki?” The being nodded, and held her hands out. Tommy takes it without much question and a feeling jolts through his body. Similar to water invading lungs, without the extreme pain. The air suddenly feels too thick and his legs feel weak. She lets go, hands jolting back to her chest as an expression of concern and guilt flutter over her face.

“She can't speak to you.” A Male voice says from behind him and Tommy spins around, a small Boy with short horns and green-gray eyes stares at him. He had ears like an animal rather than human.

On a second look Tommy takes in his appearance. Soft yellow fur blankets his legs, small yellow flowers sprout along them. A few also stand out in his deep brown hair, which matches the floof at the end of his tail in color. “Nymphs can only speak through touch, if you’re not used to it though it could hurt you.” He walks forward and Tommy stumbles alway.

“I need someone named Niki to go to the village. There's a fire and The golems are mad and trying to kill us.” The Nymph behind Hims seems to get anxious, the water around her seeming to move faster.