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Just about every year the Minecraft family has a day where they all eat together and enjoy each other’s time. The year before they hadn’t done this because one of the members was… gone. But this year Tommy had gotten a message from Phil stating that they’d have the dinner this year in Techno’s arctic home. The thing was that Sam had invited Tommy to dinner the same day. Not wanting to be rude, Tommy accepted both. Tommy really did want to have dinner at Sam’s, though he knew that having dinner with his actual family would be weird and awkward. They’d been for a few years now, even without everything that had happened between them as of recent.
Looking in his dusty, cracked mirror, Tommy sighs. He was getting ready to head over to the arctic. He was wearing a white button up that was frilly at the top with a string bow tie. A red cardigan over it with black pants and his scuffed up tennis shoes. HIs hair is pulled back into a low ponytail like Phil used to have, or Wilbur had in Pogtopia. Tommy debated whether or not to put in his emerald earring that all the Minecrafts had, in the end he decided that he wouldn’t. It’d been a long time since he felt a part of their family, been a long time since they felt like a family.
Tommy hugs Shroud goodbye and assures them that he would be home at the end of the day. He walks out of his house and makes his way down the prime path, toward the direction of the snowy area. Once he makes it to the snow he curses himself for not thinking of bringing a jacket. There were only a few snowflakes falling from the sky, but it was still so damn cold.
Eventually the cabin makes its way into Tommy’s vision. A man in a long coat was on the porch of the house smoking a cigarette. Tommy knew who it was and frowned slightly. The figure takes the cigarette out of his mouth, throwing it on the ground before smothering it with his boot.
“Tommy, hurry it up.” Wilbur says, turning away to head back inside.
Tommy huffs a bit and walks up to the house, he walks up the stairs and then just stands in front of the door. He takes a deep breath then sighs. He turns the handle of the door and walks inside. There was a table set up where originally it had just been a cluttered storage area, the whole room looked a bit more picked up and nice than when Tommy had last been there.
“Are you going to sit down or what, mate?” Phil asks, already sitting at the table.
“‘Course I am. What else would I even do in here anyways huh?” Tommy grumbles. He sits in the nearest seat to the door, which happened to be right between Phil and Wilbur.
Phil and Wilbur talk about some new business that Wilbur was starting up… or something. Tommy wasn’t entirely sure, seeing as he just started spacing off as soon as he sat down. He couldn’t wait for this to be over. I wonder what we’re having this year. ‘Wonder what Sam’ll be making. Will I even be hungry enough to eat two whole meals? Maybe I’ll just only eat a little here, and then some at Sam’s.
Clink
Tommy is started out of his thoughts by the sound of Technoblade setting down platters of food on the table as well as plates in front of each person. Techno sits himself down at the seat across from Tommy, who immediately looks down to avoid eye contact. There's a pause of silence, no one sure what to do. The stillness is broken by Wilbur who grabs a spoonful of soup, then a piece of bread. Phil follows suit, taking his share of the food. The two begin to eat as Tommy stares at the food, unsure of what to do. He can feel Techno staring at him and he begins to squirm in his seat.
“Are you gonna get anything?” The deep rumble of Techno's voice asks.
Tommy looks up and stutters out, “Oh, um, yeah, just-” He cuts himself off as he hesitantly goes to get a small portion of food.
After Tommy gets his food, he begins to eat slowly as Techno continues to stare at him. The rest of the people at the table also take a pause in their eating, curiously looking between the two. Eventually Techno takes his bit of food. Everyone eats awkwardly.
“Is that all you're going to eat Toms?” Wilbur tilts his head at the youngest, Phil and Techno looking to the boy for an answer.
“Y-yeah, is that okay?”
“Oh course, it’s just- won’t you be hungry later? Doesn’t seem like enough.”
Tommy wasn’t sure how to answer, he didn’t really want to tell them that he would be having a second dinner with some other family. But as he glanced at Techno he knew that he wouldn’t be able to lie. “I’m just going to, um, I’m having dinner at Sam’s after this so…”
Silence once more, jeez do we really need to have this many pauses?
“With… Sam?” Techno spoke up. “The prison warden? Why are you meeting with him?”
“Yeah, didn’t he let you die or something Tommy?” Tommy stills.
Tommy looks down at his food, losing his appetite. “We-well, yeah. But he still cares…”
“Why would someone who cares let you die?” Wilbur breathes out.
Tommy clenches his hands in his lap, “I’m still eating dinner with you aren’t I?” He grits out under his breath.
“What was that Tommy?” Phil asks.
“Nothing. It wasn’t anything.” He responds, still looking down.
Wilbur stares at Tommy out of the corner of his eyes, narrowing them slightly. “No, it wasn’t nothing. Come on, what did you say Tommy?”
“Wilbur.” Techno says warningly.
“Hah, no no, repeat that Tommy, speak up now.”
Phil cuts in. “Wilbur just drop it-”
“I said that I was still eating dinner with you all, wasn’t I?” Tommy finally looks up to look Wilbur in the eyes. “I mean, all of you have tried, or almost killed me multiple times. And you’re really gonna tell me that you care? So, pray tell me, what would be the difference if I went to eat at Sam’s.” Tommy throws his hands up in exasperation.
“The difference, Tommy, is that we’re family. Through everything, in the end, we’re family. Not you and Sam .” Wilbur seethes.
They both continue to glare at each other. “Are we really?” Tommy raises his voice a bit.
“What?”
“Are we really family? Like, genuinely, are we family?” Everyone’s food is getting cold, but it doesn’t really matter seeing as they were all too caught up in staring at yelling at each other. “Because it honestly doesn’t feel like it.”
“Now Theseus-”
“ Don’t call me that.”
“-that’s a bit much isn’t it?”
“A bit much? A bit much? Are you serious? Listen to your fucking selves, just because we’re family doesn’t mean that you get an automatic pass to be shitty towards me.” Tommy was beyond pissed by now, he had stood up and at some point and his hand her face down on the table.
“Tommy I think it’s time we calm down, alright mate?” Phil finally butts in.
“Tommy I think it’s time we calm down, alright mate?” Phil finally butts in.
“ I should calm, fucking hell, I don’t know why I even came.” Wilbur scoffs at that. “Prime, I think I’m just gonna go.”
“Tommy wait-”
“Come on Theseus,”
Tommy doesn’t listen as he just walks out of the cabin and back into the tundra. He makes his way back to the main area. The rest of his ‘family’ left behind. Phil with his head in hands still sitting at the table, Techno slowly getting up and heading to his room, looking through his enderchest and taking out a certain stone, fiddling with it in his hand. Wilbur, who goes back out onto the porch to smoke another cigarette as his younger brother gets further and further away.
Tommy had stomped away, eventually slowing down when his anger began to dissipate. By the time he had made it to Sam’s front door he was shivering and the sun had begun to set. Tommy took a moment, taking a deep breath to calm himself. He opens the door and takes a step in. Inside he sees a big table with Boomer, Hannah, Quackity, and George. Boomer and Hannah and arguing about something, Quackity glares at George, though there’s a bit of fondness still there. George is sleepily looking around before his eyes land on Tommy and he slightly waves.
“Tommy! Glad you could make it!” Sam walks up to the boy. A chorus of greetings come from the rest of the group.
Tommy smiles, “Hey everyone, hope you're happy to see me.” He feels less small than he did before.
“Always happy to have you around.” Quackity pipes up.
Tommy goes and sits at the table, Sam sits in his seat. Conversation picks up again as everyone begins to eat. Family.