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When Wilbur came back, it was the best moment of Philza’s  life. To see his son, alive, well.. god he couldn’t believe it. But when Wilbur fell back into old habits and his home smelt of smoke and weed, his relief somewhat went away. He loved Wilbur, he loved him dearly. He wanted his son to have everything and more, maybe it was the guilt of leaving him at such a young age. Of leaving all his sons.. techno had forgiven him or at least that’s what he said, Phil saw the lost look on technos face every time Phil prepared to travel, he saw the look of relief when he came back. It didn’t matter if he was going to the nether or the spawn.

Techno still looked so lost, like he wanted Phil to do nothin but stay. He’s never say it though; Phil knew that. maybe it’s also why he let his youngest slip away through his fingers and out in the world. Tommy had always been the strongest, not psychically but mentally; he thought nothing could possibly break him. Phil was proven wrong the day Tommy came running through the fence, screaming that Dream would kill him, again. He held Tommy so close as the boy screamed and wailed in such fear that it shook Phil to his very core.

Ranboo had died by Sam and techno had promised a vengeance that would come for years, centuries; ranboo of course had more lives, Phil had been there when the boy respawned, however ranboo decided to dress as if he was actually dead. He said it was to protect tubbo, his son..  he gave techno the photo to give to tubbo because tubbo would know, by the words painted in ender, that he was alive and faking it. He had asked ranboo why and the boy simply responded. 

“I need them to think I’m not a threat, so I can get my son. And get my husband out of this server.” Those words were so simple, yet sat so deep within Phil. He allowed ranboo to do it, he of course told techno later on who found ranboo and cried in such utter relief.. yet the vengeance never settled in techno because Phil found him a day later, the same day Tommy had come crying; planning it.. planning who to hurt, who to harm to get back at Sam. The real breaking point was Wilbur coming home, covered in bruises.

Apparently him and Sam got in a fist fight, quckity chose Sam sides and help, Wilbur looked so broke.. so tired. All of them did.  Maybe that’s why now he found himself sitting within the area he made for techno, it was called the training area but in reality, it was just a place for both of them to relax. His took a scenting stick and lit it on fire, before taking a feather from his wing and throwing it into said fire. The smoke rose and within seconds, he was suddenly in a very familiar forest.

“Took you long enough” Kristin soft voice rang out, as Phil turned to greet his wife.. who stood dressed in her usual black gown, a crow laid on her head; asleep. Phil off his hat and lowered his head, a soft look on his face as he felt the freeness of his wings. 

“Hello my dear. I apologize, I would’ve visited sooner but..” Phil pauses and Kristin sighs and smiles, taking ahold of Phil’s face and softly placing a kiss on either of his cheeks.

“You were busy with our boys. I know. I felt Wilbur presence and Tommy’s too.. techno came for a split second but was gone again.” Kristin stated as Phil brows furrowed and his head titled.

“Tommy?” He asked, slightly confused.. he had not believe ranboo when he said Tommy was dead, because it was Tommy. His son, his brave boy.  Kristin smile fell and she sighed turning, staring up at the endless sky that shined like the void; where they met.

“You really should’ve believed ranboo.. Our boy died Phil.. by XDs ex gifted nonetheless.” Kristin muttered as Phil smile fell and his eyes widen. And with that realization, came anger.. pure utter anger. “Dream.” He growled but Kirstin was quick to stop that, turning and grabbing Phil’s face once more.

“No more about that for now, I believe we were discussing, why you were visiting now?” She asked, a soft smile appearing on her face once more. Phil basked in her embrace as he spoke.

“Our boys aren’t okay. And this server.. isn’t doing them well. As I’m sure you know.” Phil mutters whereas Kristin nods and let’s go of his face, allowing her hands to fold over her chest.

 “I’ve been aware.” She simply states as Phil goes on. “I don’t know what to do Kristin, what to say.. I made so many mistakes with them.. Wilbur doesn’t trust me, techno fears me leaving, and Tommy.. tommy just so tired..” Phil explains, sorrow sweeping into his tone as Kristin stared at him, hard this time.

“It’s an easy answer Phil. Leave. Leave this server, take the boys with you and leave. Dream cannot stop you and xd.. owes me.” Kristin states simply as if it was just that easy and maybe it was but it didn’t feel like it was. His wings shuffle, the feathers shaking slightly as if the tension of having them locked up; has been too much.

“And what if they don’t wanna come?” He asks and Kristin laughs, she laughs and it warms Phil heart more then a hundred fires ever could and he’s reminded of his much; he loved this woman. 

“They go with you Phil, if they don’t then forced adopting 2.0 was always an option “ Kristin smirks, winking at him as Phil lets out a chuckle and watches as the forest begins to fade. A sorrow fills him in that moment as he takes ahold of Kristin hands one more time.

“Oh I’m wish these could last longer.. I miss you dearly.” Phil mutters, as Kristin smiles at him, a soft kind smile, one she always held towards him. Well.. other then that time he forgot that techno was a piglin and fed him bacon. 

“I’ll visit when you get somewhere safe. I miss my boys as much as you do. For now.. take care of our boys.” And with that, she fades with the forest and Phil is brought back to reality, where a soft fire now nothing more then ashes sit and the smell of smoke burned into his lungs linger.he stands up, feeling the lock on his wings which was invisible to the naked eye.. and stomps out the fire before turning and making his way towards the ladder. He had work to do, things to pack.

And more importantly, child to kidnap.

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Techno had been pacing his war room for hours now, lookin over plans and planning out how he would exactly take Sam down. It didn’t matter to him that ranboo was alive, well.. it did but it didn’t change the fact Sam killed him. That was a crime techno would not forgive, not now, not ever. Ranboo was like a son to him, not that he’d ever admit that but he was.. and  Sam messed with his family; that would not fly past him. He huffed out a tired breath as he paced back and forth, his hooves clicking against the floor below as his tail flickered and ear twitched. He could take the prison down; block by block but was that a little too much work if he was honest. Maybe he could go after someone Sam cared for, ponk? No last he heard Sam took his arm.. foolish?.. he’s not sure he wants to deal with XDs anger..  maybe quackity, he’s not sure he wants any more bad blood with the duck hybrid since they already weren’t on good terms. 

“You’re overthinking again techno.” His fa- phil voice called to him, snapping him from his thoughts as he turned and faced the man.Phil stood with his arms crossed, his face was paler then usual and his wings were put away like they had been since they joined this server, in reality they were there just.. in a different form. 

“I’m not overthinking.” He grumbled back, no real annoyance within his tone; along with a new growing tiredness that he barely was aware of anymore.. Phil raised and eyebrow and laughed, shaking his head.

“You’re in your piglin form as much as I love seeing my boy in his form. It means you’re stressed.” Phil states, blankly and bluntly yet his tone and face held nothing but fondness towards techno, a look that still didn’t feel natural to him. He’s not afraid to admit (at least not in his own head) that phil had been a neglectful father growing up..wil and him barely ever saw the man and when they did, it never lasted until teenage; young adult times.. Phil nowadays.. was different, more.. present, it confused the side of techno who thought Phil left because of him. That, he wouldn’t admit however. Techno sighs heavily and shifts his form back to his usual, his tail still flicked and his ears didn’t go either did his tusks however now he could feel the coldness underneath his bare feet.

“I just want Sam to pay.” He responses, truthfully and bluntly. Turning and facing the board that he had been using to plan out, but a hand on his shoulder makes him stop. It’s Phil’s hand, his fathers hand.. warm comforting and strong, and yet it tells techno that Phil about to tell him something he’s not sure he wants to hear.

“I talk to your mother, mate. We have been discussing what’s going on and.. we both agree that this server isn’t right for you, for Wilbur or tommy.” Phil states almost in a stern tone, it makes techno tense as his ears freeze and he thinks over the words.. he hadn’t expected to hear that Phil had contacted mom, he supposed he should’ve but he hadn’t. Yet he could feel anger growing in him, how dare Phil think he was just going to leave without vengeance for ranboo? And especially leaving with that of tommy?! The kid betrayed him!

“Now I know what you’re thinking but this isn’t up for discussion, because I swear to god techno. I will drag your ass out of here wether you like it or not and with your mother agreement, this will happen no matter what. So go pack your things and call wil here.” Phil affirmed, his grip tightening on technos shoulder as the piglin let out a grunt of disagreement, but yet turned anyways.. he wasn’t going to fight Phil, not over this.. he wouldn’t win and maybe mom had a reason but still, he wanted his revenge on Sam.. maybe he could do it before they left, it take awhile convincing Wilbur to come and even more with Tommy.

Maybe he had time, yeah.. time. He huffed out a tired breath and grabbed ahold of his communicator before typing a small message to Wilbur and heading to his room. Maybe Phil was just having one of those old people mood swings and he’d change his mind. Yeah that would happen, it had to be just one of those days..

Hopefully it was.

—o0o—

Tommy wanted to be angry, wanted to be upset because this was the fourth time this week that he couldn’t get out of bed. He could feel the trembling pain through his arms, reminding him of the burn scars that lay there; he could feel his chest rising and falling yet he couldn’t breath. He wanted to be angry because it was so much better then being scared, being tired and he always seemed to be tired.  He could feel the cold air the flowed through the cracks of his home and all it did was remind him of that dreaded beach, of those dreaded hours where he stare out at the water and just cry, he hated crying. He hated it so much because it made him look weak and it made Dream smile, laugh and he everything but miserable which was all that Dream deserved. 

“Dada?” Shroud soft voice came through the ringing of his ears and he forced himself to look up towards shroud, his son.. his little one. He hadn’t intended to adopt shroud, in fact he thought shroud was just a spider that was unusually small but it turned out shrouded was a spider hybrid child. Boy had that been a shock. He reaches a hand out despite his arm protest towards the boy who takes it, a worry look in the young boys  eyes.

“Hey shroud baby.. what are you doing awake?” He whispers softly as he rubs his thumb across the top of shrouds unscarred palm. Shroud giggles as he does so and for a moment, just a moment.. tommy can pretend that everything is fine, that he feels fine. Shroud was dress in a matching jumpsuit like  one that micheal wore expect his was a baby blue and micheals.. was a yellow stripped version that had a small bee on it. Shroud’s hair was as black as coal from the mines. 

“It was really cold! And so I woke up! But don’t worry, I didn’t go outside! And no one came in!” Shroud declared proudly as tommy smiled, or well.. tried.. half of his face never was the same since the prison and often his lip on the right side of his face, remained lip and wouldn’t move. It was something that tubbo had cried about when he came back, that and the fact tommy was alive.

“That’s good baby, I’m so proud of you.. do you want to crawl in and go back to sleep?” Tommy asked almost breathless, his tiredness was becoming more and more evident. Shroud frowned for a second, his eyes flicking towards the door and then back towards tommy.. before nodding. Tommy tiredly pulled his arm back and lifted the blanket up, allowing shroud to crawl in and cuddle up next to him which he did. Tommy placed his chin against shrouded forehead as he softly hummed the tune of one of Wilbur’s songs. It was peaceful laying there, holding his boy.. his son.. but as all things in tommy life, peace never lasted and a knock echoed through his home; startling both him and shroud, shroud turned into his small spider form as tommy carefully moved the boy onto his pillow before standing. A small yelp escapes his mouth as his legs pretty much give up on him right then, forcing him to hold an the wall.. the exact reason he didn’t want to get up. Yet he moved using the wall, snatching up a sword before throwing his front door open and pointing it at the intruder. What he didn’t account for, was it who it was.

“Woah! Mate, it’s just me!” Phil stood there, his arms raised as if to say he wasn’t a threat but Tommy knew better. Tommy’s eyes narrowed and he forced himself to stand straight, he knew already he wasn’t intimating but it was worth a try.

“What do you want Phil.” He snaps, short and uncaring, he doesn’t want Phil around. Not today. Not ever. He’s too tired and shroud is waiting for him.

“Just to talk, mate, can I come in?” He asks, but Tommy narrows his eyes and searches Phil for something.. anything but, there are no weapons, a pickaxe.. yes but no real weapons.. tommy sighs and flickers his gaze back towards his bedroom, which in reality wasn’t that far but he turned facing Phil and stepped aside. 

“Come in, just make it quick.” He mutters, Phil smiles and claps his hands; making Tommy flinch from the noise as the man stumbled into the house. 

“Thank you mate, I promise it won’t be a waste of your time.” Phil stated, a slight glee in his eyes that suddenly makes tommy wish he had just slammed the door shut on him. “I hope I don’t” he whispers to himself before shutting the door.

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Phil grimaces as he stepped into Tommy’s dirt home, the walls are practically falling apart and not to mention the fact there are roots that have broken through the dirt and now are just hanging from the ceiling. A kitchen sits where chests once laid, a small table with three chairs sits in the middle of the room and.. l’manburg flag, tattered and worn lays just above a door; heading to Tommy’s bedroom no doubt.

 “Do you want some tea.” Tommy grumbles, annoyed.  Phil hums and titles his head before nodding. Tommy scoffs and makes his way to the bare kitchen.

Phil eyes scan the room, there are small items he hadn’t noticed before.. familiar items.. on a coat rack, Wilbur’s old coat and the cape techno gave him lays, both tattered and damaged but there nonetheless. On the wall; there are photos of l’manburg, Tubbo and Ranboo, Wilbur and Tommy and Niki.. a sad noise escapes his throat for a moment but Tommy doesn’t react.

“So you’ve come here for what reason?” Tommy spits, glancing over his shoulder at Phil who unconsciously titles his head, like that of a crow.. 

“To check up on you mate, can’t a father see his son?” Phil chirps, Tommy freezes then turns sharply, glaring with such utter distaste in his eyes. “A father can visit his son Phil. But I am not your son.” He hisses, an anger in his eyes that Phil hadn’t seen since doomsday. His fingers brush the edge of one of the dinning table chair wishing to hear the sound of his talons against it but sadly,  he doesn’t. 

“I’m still your father, mate. No matter what bad blood we’ve had, I’m still your father.” Phil declares as if the words are a matter of fact. Which to him, they are however Tommy seems to disagree.

Tommy scoffs and turns again beginning to pour the hot water into two mugs, one worn and clearly loved, another never touched. Phil heart warms when he sees that Tommy remembered what he likes in his tea, it however.. darkens when he sees Tommy pull a weakness potion from a drawer. Phil doesn’t mention it, if it makes Tommy feel safe then he— the thought stops there as he watches Tommy pour it into his own drink., not Phil’s. Worry blooms in his heart and he has the desperate urge to dump Tommy’s tea and make a new one, however he doesn’t.

Tommy Carries the tea over and places Phil’s down onto the table before flopping in the chair across from Phil with his own tea, he looks drained. “Are… are you okay?” He hesitates, not wanting to push Tommy too much. He still has to tell Tommy, their leaving and Tommy needs to pack a bag. Tommy tired, dull eyes reach Phil and Phil has suppress a wounded sound. 

“I’m just tired and I want to get whatever you came here for, over with.” Tommy answered, his shoulders slumping over as Phil holds back a sad chirp. Phil places himself down in the chair, taking ahold of the tea as he really gets a look at Tommy. He looks like he aged yet not at the same time, there a heavy bags under Tommy’s eyes and the usually red and white shirt was now covered by a blue cardigan. His usually bright hair has a dullness to it and in the center of it all, lays a white streak. 

Phil takes a sip of the tea before he takes a breath and speaks. “I spoke to your mother recently and we have come to same conclusion. You and your brothers aren’t.. doing well here, our family been through too much and being here is making it hard to heal.” Phil begins, watching as Tommy tenses at the mention of Kristin.

 “So, we decided what’s best for you and your brothers is.. to leave this server, together and as a family—“ before he can even finish, Tommy has stood up and pushed the chair back, his tea spilt over onto the rug below. “Get out.”. Phil doesn’t move. “Get. Out.” Tommy snarls, pointing towards the door as Phil sighs but stands, making his way towards the door, stepping out before turning to Tommy.

“Mate.. this is gonna happen, one way or—“ he’s cut off as the door is slammed close, on his face. A frustration makes itself clear in Phil’s heart as he stared at the door with a frown, he supposes he should’ve expected this. 

“Tommy, I know you can hear me. I’m going to go home and come back tomorrow, this time with techno and if that doesn’t work, then with Wilbur and so on. You’re coming with us wether you like it or not.” Phil declares but he does not get an answer back, his frowns and shifts on his feet trying to decide if he really is gonna just leave. 

Before sighing and turning, he’ll have to convince techno to come with him for now it was time to get Wilbur on the same page.

—o0o—

Techno sat comfortably in his chair, watching Wilbur who had shown up moments before and was looking at techno in a confused manner. “So why out of all people, would you call me here?” Wilbur asks, a title of his head that matches Phil in almost every way despite the tusk that poke through Wilbur’s mouth, the tail and ears are hidden. 

“Old man gone off the cliff, he and Kristin spoke. They want us and Tommy  to leave the server.” Techno says with a scoff as Wilbur brows furrowed. “He spoke to mom?” Wilbur asked, there some hurt in his tone that techno didn’t quite know what to do with.

 “Yeah.” He responses, hesitating before adding, “why?” Wilbur frowns and a look of hurt in his eyes, Wilbur wrings his wrists and stares at the floor, it confuses techno more and he goes to repeat himself when Wilbur speaks up. 

“When I died. She didn’t visit.”, oh. Oh. Techno grimaces, his ears lowering. Yeah that, that would hurt.. he thinks to himself, despite his earlier distaste with Wilbur, he finds himself unable to feel the same now. Wilbur was his twin and they.. have been through a lot. Techno let’s put a chuff, before standing and making his way to Wilbur, Wilbur doesn’t look up at him.

He plants himself next to Wilbur and awkwardly wraps an arm around him which Wilbur leans into, his head landing on Technos chest. “I’m sure, Kristin didn’t mean it, maybe she couldn’t.” He murmurs into Wilbur’s head as Wilbur scoffs and shrugs.

 “Maybe, but still you’d think I’d at least had gotten something.” He states as Techno frowns but doesn’t say anything. There a long silence between them both, as they take in this moment, allowing themselves to feel like they did when they were younger, when they were still brothers.. Techno doesn’t want to let go because then they’ll go back to before and Techno will be the enemy but, after sometime Techno finally is able to pull away and Wilbur does the same, turning away.

 “You need a shower, you smell like blood.” Wilbur tries to joke as Techno scoffs. “You’re one to talk, you smell like cigarettes and gunpowder.” He retaliates, a chuckle leaves Wilbur as techno cracks a small smile and rumbles Wilbur hair. Just as the door is thrown open and Phil comes in smelling like dirt literally. Techno nose crinkles as he stares at Phil.

“You smell like dirt.” Wilbur blurts out, saying exactly what Techno was thinking. Phil gives him a unimpressive look as he places his hat onto the coat stand.

 “I was visiting both of yours brother.” Phil elaborates, despite the fact he wants to protest, he doesn’t because Phil has a gaze in his eyes that screams worry and Wilbur catches it.

“Was he okay? What’s with the look?” Wilbur pushes as Phil comes over to them, flopping onto the couch with a sigh.

“He drinking weakness willingly and he looks.. he’s not well and he didn’t react to well to me mentioning his mother and well.. he looks.. drained of everything that made him Tommy.” Phil mutters, holding his head as techno frowns before shaking the look off his face and standing. “Good ridden.” He forces himself to say before turning, unaware of Phil’s pained look and Wilbur’s growing anger that is, until he is tackled to the ground.

“You take that back!” Wilbur snarls as he pushes Techno head into the wooden ground. “I will not! The brat deserves it!” He snaps back, Wilbur presses his head into the ground more. “He’s our little brother!” Wilbur declares.

“That never stopped you from beating him in pogtopia.” Techno snaps before his eyes widen and he realizes what he just said. Wilbur tenses and the sound of silence fills the house. “You. Did. What.” Phil tone is full of venom as Wilbur quickly throws himself off of techno, and techno turns and looks at Phil. He’s still on the couch however he’s looking at the both of them in utter rage.

Oh shit.

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Wilbur knew he was screwed the moment Phil stood up, a fury in his eyes burning as bright as Technos cape. In his defense.. he was a little insane at the time! He didn’t mean to beat his brother.. and it wasn’t beat as much as… backhand.. okay it was beating but still! Screw Techno for selling him out, honestly. 

“So I let you take your brother on your BIG “adventure” that you practically begged me to let you and you fuckin beat him?!” Phil snarls, he’s by now stood up and is towering over Wilbur and Techno who haven’t dared move themselves from the floor.

“I-I-.. w-well! Techno offered to trade Tommy away!” He shouts out in panic as Techno makes a wounded sound as a look of utter betrayal floods his face.

 “what the hell Wilber! I told you not to—“ Phil whistles to get their attention and both of their heads snap to him. Phil pitching the bridge of his noise, his eyebrows lowered as he stares at them.

 “So let me get this straight, I let Tommy go with you after you sent me seven letters about it. And you and your brother, yes Techno I’m adding you. Take him here, you beat him.” Phil exclaims pointing his finger at Wilbur who eyes shift away. 

“And you offer your brother up like he’s what? Some fuckin toy?!” He turns to Techno who backs down, ears lowered as he stares at the floor guiltily. Wilbur waits for the yelling, for the shouting but none of that comes.. just.. a tired sigh.

“I really did fail you both as a father. I really did. That doesn’t make what you did to your baby brother right but it would be arrogant of me not to admit my fault in it.” Phil exclaims as Wilbur freezes, not once.. in his entire life has he ever heard Phil admit his wrong doing, not when Phil came back after years of neglect, not when Phil stabbed him, not when Wilbur came back to life.. and yet, now. He does.

Techno is as quiet as him, and Wilbur can’t help but realize.. how much they had really drifted apart because when Phil left, he didn’t take Techno with him, he never told Tommy but Techno helped raise him until the day he was called to war. So what happened? Because Wilbur knew the Techno who would throw Tommy up in the air and laugh at the smile on Tommy’s face, he knew the Techno who comforted him on days when Phil didn’t respond and now.. things were different, he.. was different. He hates to admit it but Phil is right, this server.. isn’t doing them any good.

“Im sorry. I take it back” Techno is the first to speak up, his tone is filled with utter regret and Wilbur turns to face Techno, who’s now pink hair (if Wilbur thinks it fit him more then brown hair ever did then that was his secret to tell.) was sprawled out and slightly knotted. His shoulders at slumped and he’s facing away from the both of them.

“I was angry at Tommy for betraying me, but that doesn’t mean the kid deserved what he got.”  Techno stares and Wilbur agrees, wholeheartedly and for once it feels like their getting somewhere. “I’m sorry for tackling you.” He murmurs as Techno waves it off.

“Good, I’m glad we got that out of the way and you both are over your pissing fit. Because I need you to come with me tomorrow Techno, to see Tommy.” Phil declared and this time, Techno doesn’t protest but he doesn’t look exactly happy about it neither. Wilbur frowns, why doesn’t he get to go? 

“And Wil.. I’m sure techno caught you up on it, but I’m telling you we are all leaving this server wether you want it or not. So make your peace with it. Now I’m going to sleep because you all take all my energy.”  Phil adds, with a yawn before turning. Wilbur nods his head as techno mutters a quiet. “Old.” Which Wilbur tries and fails to hide his snicker to.

“You little shuts..” Phil murmurs as he walks away, leaving Wilbur and Techno alone. Techno stands first, turning to Wilbur and offering a hand which Wilbur takes, without hesitating. “I’ll make you a bed on the couch.” Techno grumbles before turning to leave only to stop and turn to Wilbur again, this time a look of unsureness.

 “Do you really think leaving this server is the best for all of us?” Techno questions as Wilbur inhales and brushes a hand through his heart, as he looks at techno tiredly. “Can’t be worse then being here right?” Wilbur faltered, neither speak after that. Techno gets the blankets and pillows, makes the bed and leaves. Wilbur ends up laying on the sofa, awake. Thinking. And worse of all..

Hoping.

—-o0o—-

Tommy breathed heavily, chairs pressed against the door as laughter echoed outside of his door. “Oh Tommyyyy I’m getting tired of this game.” Dream sung outside his door as Tommy whimpered, holding Shroud so close, the boy had shifted into human form and was now cleaning to Tommy in fear.

“F-f-fuck off!” He shouts towards the door, holding shroud even tighter, clutching a sword in the other hand.. Dream doesn’t react well to that as in seconds, an axe is through the door and Shroud is screaming. Before Tommy realizes it, he’s running, towards his bedroom, shutting and slamming the iron door, pushing the drawers up against the door as Shroud sits on their bed, wailing.

“TOMMY “ Dream shouts, and that’s when he hears the axe break through the final part of the front door, he grabs ahold of an anvil, holding his breath as he lifts it up, only to drop it on his foot, which makes him let out a pain chirp, he’s most certainly broken it but he can’t focus on that so instead, he pushes against the anvil, forcing it against the door and making him use his hurt foot. Footsteps are coming towards his bedroom door and Tommy throws himself from it.

“Mimi! I-I’m scared!” Shroud wails as Tommy is quick to gather the boy into his arms, shushing him and rocking him; trying  to ignore dreams banging. 

“I know, I know b-but we’re gonna be okay!” Tommy whispers sharply into Shroud ear as he holds the boy so close, well aware of the throbbing in his foot. 

“Don’t lie to the boy Tommy.” Dream shouts through the door as Tommy lets out a whimper and holds Shroud even closer. He knows Dream can’t get through the door, sam built the damn thing for him.. and if he did get through, the anvil would stop him. But still, Tommy trembles and forced himself to breathe and not start crying, he wants to wail and plead for Dream to forgive him, for the man to lessen his punishment even know it has never ever worked. He was getting better, he was.. so why did everything go to shit? First Phil and now.. Dream.. 

“I swear to god Tommy if you don’t come out right now, I’ll skin you!” Dream threatens as Tommy forces himself to lay down on the bed with Shroud in his arms, by now Shroud wails have lessened and he’s just shaking but Tommy doesn’t let go of him, not whilst Dream is here.

“I know you can hear me! I’ll make this so much worse then exile if you don’t get out here. “ Dream shouts, the banging getting louder and louder, the more Tommy doesn’t respond, the more he ignores him. By now Tommy entire body is trembling and he’s fighting back sobs as tears run down his face. He’s scared. He’s so scared.. but he doesn’t give it.

“You ungrateful brat!” Dream shouts once more, before more banging happens however farther away and Tommy just knows the man is tearing his house apart in anger but that’s okay, because he keeps his valuables in the same room as him except for— the sound of glass shattering echos and dread fills Tommy. Shrouds mug, the first thing he made Tommy is no doubly broken by now. Dream properly breaks every item tommy had out there, including the table and some of the roots, before he goes back to banging on the door, shouts of frustration and more echoes and then it goes quiet.. 

Shroud and Tommy lay there for sometime, listening, waiting.. but when it’s been far too long, they both allow themselves to slip into sleep, neither ever letting go.

When they woke up, Shroud would refuse to leave the room and Tommy would install iron doors on the front door probably, but for now.. they’d sleep.

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Techno huffed out tired breathes as he walked alongside Phil to Tommy’s home, Phil insisted on waking him up at the crack of dawn for this, it wasn’t  like  Tommy would even be awake. In pogtopia and the brief time that Tommy had stayed with him, the boy always woke up at noon so he didn’t understand why they had to get up so god damn early.

 “I’m starting to dislike you, old man.” He grumbles tiredly, holding the small container of coffee in his hand as Phil chuckles and shakes his head.

“That might be but I wanna leave this server soon, before Ranboo and Tubbo do.” Phil mutters softly as Techno frowns and lowers his ears, he hadn’t thought of that, it made sense.. but last he knew, Ranboo and Tubbo were already on their way out with Micheal in arms. He had spent weeks, lookin for the small piglet before finding him tucked in some little hole, Ranboo had practically ripped him from Techno. Tubbo had thanked him time and time again and back even then, he found himself asking what about Tommy? To them, they were gonna leave and without Tommy? Did Tommy even know Tubbo was gone? He sighed, he hoped he did.

“I’m not exactly ready to forgive Tommy, you know.” He murmurs as Phil gives him a sympathetic look, ruffling his hair slightly despite technos protest. 

“And I bet he doesn’t forgive you. But your brothers and your mother finally pulled my head out of my arse so we could do this.” Phil states, a fond look on his face when he mentions Kristin as Techno  fake gags before taking a sip of the coffee. Their half way to Tommy’s house when he feels it. It makes him stop and freeze as does it for Phil too, they exchange a glance and start running, dashing down the prime path and towards Tommy’s home.

Techno coffee has been forgotten, dropped on the floor as they take in the sight of Tommy’s home, slash marks are all around the door edge as if.. someone was playing with Tommy before finally axing their way in. “Tommy!” Phil calls in a panic, pushing through the ruble and broken door, techno feels himself grow a foot taller and his hair somewhat disappear as hooves take over where his feet has. The inside of Tommy’s home is far worse then the outside, everything is torn apart, pictures burned half way, mugs broken along with plates.. and all of the food has been taken. 

“Tommy! Tommy come out! “ Phil calls desperately as technos dread fills him more and more, a hand lingers on the handle of his sword when he catches sight of the iron door.. it stands firm and steady, it has slash marks on it and pieces of it are broken but it’s still there. “Phil look.” He calls to Phil who turns hard, having looked in the bathroom a moment before. Both of them make their way towards the bedroom door, techno tries to open it but it does budge. 

“Tommy, Tommy are you in there?” Phil calls again as techno  throws his shoulder into the door, hoping to make it budge but it doesn’t.. it’s like an entire anvil is keeping the door close. Techno and Phil exchange a worried look, and techno can’t help but feel utter guilt rise in him. He won’t ever forgive himself if Tommy is lying dead in that room, all because he let out that green bustard. 

“G-go away! “ a small voice, not Tommy’s but not dreams call to them, it sounds.. like a child. Phil eyes widen, and his pupils dilate and techno is already mentally preparing himself for another brother when Phil speaks.

“Hello? Little one, we aren’t going to hurt you. We’re lookin for Tommy?” Phil calls through the door as techno lets out a chuff, a hiss comes from the door as the small one speaks.

“I know you! You came yesterday and made mimi all sad! You have to go away now! Mimi asleep!” The small one calls through the door as techno frowns and Phil head titles.. Tommy shouldn’t be able to sleep through the pounding, he shouldn’t be able to sleep through the yelling.. and yet.. he is.. worry makes it way into his heart as the voices start up again, finally waking up. Hurtinnit? Where are we? E? Bruuuh I was asleep!

“How about you open the door little one and we’ll help your Mimi?” Phil speaks as softly as possible and the small one seems to hesitate before the sound of movement is heard, heavy moment.. Phil and techno exchange one last glance before the door is opened and a small.. spider hybrid stands there, arms folded and cheeks puffed, it’s adorable really. 

“If I let you in, you promise not to hurt Mimi?” The spider boy asks and Techno finds himself nodding as Phil lets out a chirp of reassurance. The boy seems to brighten at Phil’s chirp before turning into its small spider form and crawling up the wall, allowing them to pass. Techno steps into the room and is immediately drawn to Tommy.. Tommy who lays still against the bed despite small trembles, there are tear streaks down his face, along with claw.. marks around his neck.. 

“Oh my poor baby.. what happened to you?” Phil whispers softly making his way towards Tommy, going to pick him up? Hold him? Techno doesn’t know, all he does know is the moment Phil touches Tommy. 

Tommy eyes snap open and he starts screaming.

—o0o—

Wilbur grumbles, shaking his head. He’s upset that he couldn’t come, he’s upset that Techno got to see his baby brother and not him! I mean come on! Last he remembered Techno was shouting at Tommy to die.  And just because he beat Tommy in pogtopia, he doesn’t get to go. A load of bullshit, that’s what it is.  Yet Wilbur finds himself exploring Technos home and packing items up, at first he was against the idea of leaving the server but after.. what happened with Phil, he couldn’t help but want to. He missed their family, he missed his brothers and how they acted.. he missed the mornings in their family home where Techno would sit at the fireplace and read as Tommy played with trains.

 “I mean granted Phil was never apart of that, but still.” He rants to the crows who stare at him unimpressed. Wilbur sticks his tongue out at them as they caw at him despite the fact he can perfectly hear what they say. Wilbur explores Technos guest bedroom, the one techno had but didn’t offer to him for whatever reason.. and then he stumbles across a truck, it’s been somewhat tucked away and it’s smaller then most are and it’s been hidden.. but why?

“Boxinnit!” The crows shout as Wilbur stares at it, glaring towards crows before turning and unlatching the lock and opening it. Immediately he’s greeted by the sight of blood.. and Tommy’s shirt, the original one that Wilbur made so long ago.. not the ones he wore after.. it’s ripped up and covered in what he can only guess is Tommy’s blood.. along with that is an old journal that is clearly Tommy’s.. it doesn’t look like it’s been open in so very long. Wilbur grabs ahold of it and pulls it from the truck when a photo falls from it, a frown forms on his face as he grabs the photo as well and turns it over. Wilbur eyes widen and he feels tears beginning to fill them, the photo is of Techno, Wilbur and Tommy when they were younger.. the photo has specks of blood and looks somewhat brunt but it’s still intact. It’s the only photo he had brought with him when they came here.

“Sad moment. “ the crows caw as Wilbur wipes the stray tears rolling down his face as his heart warms and he holds the photo close..

 “how did we get here? When did everything go to shit?” Wilbur mutters softly as the crows title their heads, one lands on the truck and pecks at Tommy’s old shirt, lifting it. 

“H-hey! Stop that!” He calls to them, going to swat the birds away only to freeze when he catches the glimmer of metal that falls from the shirt, Wilbur’s heart freezes and his eyes widen as his head snaps towards the metal.. and his world freezes..

Razor blades. Tainted with blood. 

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Four things happened at once, a brush of a hand, a scream, a thud and cry. Tommy was breathing heavily as he pressed himself into the wall, staring at Techno and Phil with wide eyes trying his best to fight the tears, since for a moment.. just a moment, he thought it was Dream. Tommy glares at them as he  to calm his racing hard. Shroud was standing at the back, staring guilty at them.

 “What, the fuck?!” Tommy shouts, alarmed at their presence, of them budging into his home.

“Sorry mate, didn’t mean to alarm you. We were just worried.” Phil replied, a soft smile on his face as Techno let out a huff and nods his head, not speaking.. his eyes seemed dilated as he stared at Tommy.

Tommy felt anger flare in him. “Well, I’m fine so get the fuck out!” He shouts, not wanting them here, especially now when he can feel pain flaring up in his legs. Phil chirps sadly at him and titles his head, a sad look in his eyes.

“No offense but it looks like someone blew up your home. Again.” Techno commented, gesturing towards the doorway out of main part of his home. Tommy scowls but doesn’t move, his legs are burning and all he wants to do is curl up with Shroud who by now is trying to sneak over.  Techno raises an eyebrow at the lack of response but before he could comment on it, Phil spoke.

“When did you get the little boy? Who’s kid is he’s?” Phil questions, his eyes now on Shroud who shields away from their gaze, quickly making his way towards Tommy and flinging himself into Tommy’s arms, catching both elder hybrids off guard. Tommy curls his arms around the boy tightly as he looks up at them.

“None of your business, now get out.” He snaps, holding the trembling spider who’s not used to these men and who is probably feeling guilty for letting them in.

“Sorry mimi..” Shroud whispers into his ear and Tommy just brushes his back, choosing not to response so they don’t aler more attention.

Techno scoffs and rolls his eyes, making Tommy flinch back slightly as his head lowers and he freezes to meet the hybrid eyes. “I knew you wouldn’t have changed, always difficult as usual.” Techno growls, annoyed as Phil gives Techno a stern look before facing Tommy again with a warm smile.

“Mate, I told you we aren’t going to leave you.. and.. I rather not discuss this with someone’s random child.” Phil states, titling his head at Shroud who whimpers and buries himself into Tommy’s cardigan. Tommy feels a flare of anger rise in him as he looks at them with a glare.

“He’s my fucking kid, now get out of here before I make you.” Tommy snaps, tired of this dance, he wants them gone.. he wants to lay back down before the pain grows and he’s practically paralyzed. Techno and Phil both freeze, jaws dropping as they stare at him with widen eyes.. 

“You… have a kid?” Techno whispers, astonished as Phil pupils dilate and he lets out a low proud chirp from his throat. “I have a grandson?” Phil says as surprised as Techno. Tommy scoffs and rolls his eyes, looking Phil dead in the eyes.

“You already have a grandson, even a great grandson from what I hear. Fundy is still part of this family wether you like it or not.” Tommy declares and watches as Phil winces and backs up slightly, a look of utter shame on his face.

“You. Have a kid.” Techno repeats, sounding like a broken record as Tommy frowns and holds Shroud tighter, almost as if he’s afraid they might take him from Tommy..

“yes I have a kid, what of it. Dick head!” He snaps, aggression showing through everything Inch of him as Techno says nothing, walking towards Tommy, making Tommy flinch back and back himself into the wall more. 

“Mate? What are you doing?” Phil asks, slightly alarmed by Techno, who doesn’t reply. Instead Techno walks towards Tommy, placing a hand on the handle of his sword. Tommy eyes widen and he curls his body around Shroud, holding the boy tight as the sound of footsteps grow and Phil’s voice becomes more and more alarmed.. but just before he’s right in front of Tommy, he tosses the sword to the wall and knees down in front of Tommy. It catches Phil and Tommy of guard as both of them stare at Techno in alarm.

“Can.. can I meet my nephew?” Techno asks, his voice soft as Tommy stares at Techno, looking for aggression, for something other then what is there.. but there nothing but a soft and fond look.. hesitantly he uncurls around Shroud and allows the boy to peak out and look at Techno who uncharacteristically softens..

“Hullo.” Techno says softly, never reaching out or moving to quick as he fully sits on the ground in front of Tommy and Shroud. “

h…hi I’m Shroud“ Shroud whispers back, waving slightly as he remains curled up against Tommy. Tommy smiles in that moment but he also tears up.. because this is the Techno he knew, the soft one who would hold him when nights were too long.. the one who would smile and teach him how to preen his wings. Not the one Phil had made him, not the warrior in the pits of hypixel.. this is the Techno he knows and misses so dearly. 

Tommy unknowingly has missed an entire conversation between Techno and Shroud, too zoned out to realize how Techno introduced himself as Shrouds uncle, how he smiled when Shroud shook his hand, he only notices when Techno speaks to him. “Pack a bag, you aren’t staying here. It’s not safe” Techno states as Tommy tenses, and glares; all fondness gone in a instant.

“Like hell I—“ Phil cuts him off here, shaking his head as he speaks. “It’s not safe here Tommy.. and Shroud needs safety.. so please if not for us, do it for him.” Techno begs and Tommy frowns. He wants to argue it, he wants to yell at Phil for using Shroud against him like that.. but he’s right. He sighs and nods his head tiredly.

“Fine.. Shroud, go pack your stuff.. okay? We’re going on a trip for awhile.” Tommy speaks softly as Shroud lets out a excited hiss and runs off, Tommy doesn’t move.. he can’t, because his legs are still burning and he feels close to tearing up so he turns and forces himself to face Phil and Techno who have both kneel down by him now. 

“Okay bitches.. we will come but that doesn’t mean I’m leaving the server! Now go wait outside and I’ll be out with Shroud in a moment.” He snaps, watching as Phil hesitates but Techno pushes him along, both standing and leaving.. allowing Tommy to wallow in his pain as he wonders how the hell, he is going to hide his cane from them.

—-o0o—-

To say Phil was surprise, was an understatement. Watching Techno react so soft towards Tommy and Shroud was weird, almost unnatural to him. Sure when the boys were younger, Techno would sometimes cuddle up to his brothers but he never was soft.. at least not that Phil was aware of. He steps outside of Tommy’s house, standing just outside on the pathway as he stares at Techno who in return is staring at the torn down bench that screamed love and memories..

“How did you do that.” Phil suddenly says unable to keep it in anymore. He watches as Techno head turns to him and his ear flicks as he looks on at Phil in confusion. “Do what?” 

“That! You got Tommy to come and not only that, you got his little boy to comfortable enough to talk to you!” Phil exclaims, still shocked by it all. Techno stares at him, lets out a slight grunt and leans his head back slightly as if he was stretching his neck.

“Tommy knows I wouldn’t harm his boy, maybe not fully aware of that but he knows it deep inside him. And Tommy just requires a different… uh.. what’s the word.” Techno mutters, bring a hand to his chin as if to think before letting out a small ah and resuming. “Touch, he doesn’t like being told what to do but he’s always willing to do things if it means people he cares about, are better off then what they are now.” Techno explains as if it’s as simple as the word bread.

Phil frowns and titles his head, “but… no offense Tech, but I never seen you so soft with Tommy in my life as you were in those moments.” Phil utters, still in disbelief as Techno shrugs, shaking his head and smiling. “You weren’t there for the later years, Phil.”  

Phil frowns and tilting his head as his brows furrowed. “But you left after me..” phil whispers and this time Techno freezes, turning and scowling at Phil slightly.

 “No I didn’t, I stayed behind with Wilbur and Tommy until my early adult years.. by then Tommy was  twelve and Wilbur was my age. Four months later they left too. I said I left so you wouldn’t feel guilty alone.” Techno huffed out. Phil froze, a sorrowful expression feeling his face as he looked away.

“You could’ve told me.” Phil whispers but Techno doesn’t respond, instead they stand in silence until Shroud comes tumbling out of the door, a small bag clutched in his hands.. Tommy doesn’t follow.  “Look at what mimi made me!” Shroud exclaims, showing off his toy sheep to Techno, who cracks a smile and pats the boy’s head.

“Where’s Tommy, mate?” Phil questions as Shroud turns to him and his smile drops slightly, fiddling with his toy as he spoke. “Mimi.. takin a bit, I’m not supposed to tell you why.” 

Techno and Phil exchange a glance, worry  and a bit of distrust in both of their features as Phil turns back to Shroud with a smile. “You can tell us.” He reassures but Shroud frowns and shakes his head. “No, I promised I wouldn’t! Mimi will be out soon!” Unsureness fills Phil at those words and before he can say another, Techno speaks up.

“Ah you know what, I forgot my super cool apple inside. I’ll just go grab it.” Techno exclaims as he pats Shroud head and heads inside, leaving Phil alone with Shroud.

“So. Are you the cunt Mimi said?” Shroud asks, a innocent look in his eyes as Phil mentally cringes, god he hopes Techno will be back with Tommy quick.

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Tommy let out a frustrated cry as he tosses the cane to the other side of the room, a thud echoing as it hit the wall. He still couldn’t move his fucking legs and it was starting to piss him off more then he ever like to say. “Did that stick personally offend you or something?” Techno’s monotone voice rang out from the doorway where he stood, leaning against it. Tommy flinches, catch off guard as his eyes wonder towards Techno, an annoyed look on his face as he lets out a huff.

“Fuck off.” He grumbles, throwing up a middle finger and turning towards his bag; that barely had anything in it other then a few items he had Shroud bring to him. He never would like to admit it but it hurt him more then anyone would ever know, having shroud bring and do things for him. He shouldn’t have to, Tommy was the adult … Shroud was the kid. (He was a kid too but he never would admit that either.) 

“No can do, Theseus. A certain little friendly spider told me you were taking awhile and wouldn’t say why.” Techno says a slight tease in there as he makes his way over, his heels clinking against the cobblestone floor; making Tommy wonder how he didn’t hear him before.  Tommy huffs out annoyed and tired as he  rolls  his eyes, facing Techno once more.

 “I’m not grabbing a weapon, blade. Don’t need to watch me pack.” He spat, his words bitter and angry as Techno let out a small warning chuff clearly not taking any of Tommy’s crap right now as he crouched down beside Tommy. 

“I never said that was why I was in here, Theseus. However I am wondering why you haven’t seem to move at all.” Techno questions, raising an eyebrow as Tommy tenses and turns away from Techno; not wanting to answer as he stares into his bare bag. 

“Did you leave Shroud with Phil; of all people.” Tommy asks even know he already knows the question. He reaches towards a pile of clothes, he usually keeps under his bed and snatches up one of his red cardigans, placing it into the bag. Techno frowns then sighs, placing himself fully on the floor next to Tommy as he picks up one of the shirts from the pile, eyeing it as he does before placing it into the bag and moving onto the next one.

“I did. I assume you aren’t too pleased with that.” Techno said thoughtfully, eyeing Tommy as he says it. Tommy frowns and shrugs, titling his head. He honesty didn’t know what to think of that, he didn’t think Phil would harm Shroud … he seemed happy to hear he had “a” grandson but that didn’t mean he trusted Phil just yet.  

“As long as he doesn’t do what he did to you or Wilbur. I don’t mind.” Tommy responses unbothered as if the words he just spoke had no effect when in reality; they did. Techno tenses beside him, his hands having a slight tremble at the mention of it before they go normal and he continues.

 “So now that we are past that.” Techno mutters awkwardly, his ears lowering before continuing. “Can you tell me why you haven’t moved? “ techno asks softly, placing one of Shrouds plushies into the bag. Tommy tenses again, causing the pain to skyrocket in his legs as he bites back a whimper of pain. His eyes refusing to meet Techno as he places his sewing kit in the bag.

“It’s nothing.” He answered, hoping to some god beside the blood god that Techno will just take that and let it go. Because he doesn’t feel like he owes Techno anything, Techno caused this and he doesn’t need Phil to have any more reason to drag him off this damn server. Shroud and fuckin boob boy are the only ones who even know.  He’s luck that Tommy even following them home.

“Really, Theseus?  Come on .. just tell me.” Techno grumbled, unfazed by Tommy put off nature in that moment. Tommy flips him off as he rips the last time from Technos hand, harshly and shoving it into the bag.  

“Let’s  just fucking go, I don’t wanna Shroud to be by Phil any longer then, he has to. Old man going to bore him to death.” Tommy exclaims, forcing himself to his feet and almost crying in relief when he actually managed to stay standing this time. Techno gaze lingered on him  for a moment longer before he huffs and stands up, brushing off any dirt from his pants.

“Fine Theseus, keep your secrets for now. But I will find them out.” Techno mutters, pushing past Tommy , leaving Tommy behind for a moment.  “Bitch.” Tommy whispers as he turns and makes his way over towards the cane. He had tossed earlier. He’s thankful that Sam did one good fucking thing for him; in making this collapsible or he definitely would’ve had to tell Phil and Techno what was wrong. And god knows that would’ve been used against him. Tommy takes a deep breath, collapsing the cane and placing it in his bag before stumbling out of the house, trying not to tear up at the sight of his living room as he does.

“Ow! Don’t tug those!” Phil shouts in pain, causing Tommy breathe to hitch momentarily before Tommy takes  a another deep breath and looked over at them. Shroud sat on top of Phil’s shoulders, tugging at his ears that were pointed ... much like Tommy’s own should’ve been, jealousy storms in Tommy stomach but he forced it away as he smiles at his boy.

“Shroud, come here bud.” He calls softly, watching as Shroud head snaps over, a hiss of excitement and greeting escapes the boy before he jumps off Phil’s shoulders. (Giving the man a heart attack as he does) and runs over to Tommy who picks him up without a single struggle; it seems the pain in his legs has  gone for now.

“Mimi! He’s got pointy ears like mr boob and he told me that you were his son and that I am his grandson!” Shroud exclaims excitingly as Tommy forces a smile on his face, booping Shroud on his nose.

“Did he now? That’s great baby. Where your bag? “ Tommy questions before spotting it and picking it up, only then does he tune into Technos and Phil’s conversation. 

“So he didn’t tell you anything?” Phil whispers, Or well tries too, the man barely ever can keep down. Techno grumbles, grunting in slight annoyance as he stomps his hooves, having now turned into his piglin form.

”Theseus can keep his secrets. I’ll know eventually.” Techno murmurs, flicking his ear in annoyance as Phil sighs and shakes his head, a small chirp escaping his throat. Shroud let’s out small hisses, playing with Tommy’s long hair or well mostly the white streak. 

“Oi, you cunts! I’m right here!” Tommy shouts, annoyed as he tries to fight back his own chirps that are beginning to bubble up in his throat. Techno gives him a unimpressed look.

”we know. We just don’t care.”  Techno deadpans as Phil lets out a chuckle. Tommy feels a frown creep onto his face as his eyes drift away, his hands tightly holding onto the bags and Shroud who now climbed onto his shoulders, his legs dangling.

”we should get a move on.” Tommy mumbles, his mood dropping as Techno looks at him, concerned but nods his head. Phil frowns, “Tommy we were ju—“ Techno raises a hand to stop Phil as he speaks.

”you’re right. We should get a move on before whoever did this, comes back.” Techno states, his gaze wondering over Tommy now damaged home as Phil gives a look of protest but says nothing. Only turns on his feet and begins to make his way towards the nether portal, Techno hesitates before following Phil. Tommy however doesn’t, he can’t go through the nether … not after … he shakes his head and sighs, i supposes they meet up at Technos house. He thinks to himself before turning and walking toward the prison, bouncing Shroud he does, Shroud lets out small laughs and giggles as he lays his head onto of Tommy’s.

It takes them maybe three minutes before they notice and by then Tommy past the hotel and almost to Skeppy and Bad’s house. “Tommy! Wait where are you going!” Phil calls out, chirping as he does. Techno huffing out beside him but despite the annoyance in his huffs, he has a look of concern as his eyes gaze to the towering prison.

”I’m not traveling through the nether. Sides Shroud loves boat rides. Don’t you?” Baby. “ he calls softly to Shroud, forcing himself not to think of the nether, not to think of that day because he can’t handle thinking of that day.

“Yeah! Boat time! Boat time! Tubbo in da boat!” Shroud shouts, throwing his arms up in excitement as a coo escapes Phil Techno lets out a snort as he gives Tommy a questioning look but doesn’t question why.

”okay but I am not traveling in a boat with you Phil. No offense.” Techno states, as Phil lets out a offend squawk before huffing and turning to Shroud.

”that’s fine! Sides I’ll just have to travel with my favorite grandson! Isn’t that right shroud?” Phil calls to him as Shroud smiles and nods his head furiously. Tommy forced himself not to smile as Shroud claps his hands together. 

“Time with Cuntza!” Shroud chants, as Techno busts out laughing, and Tommy lets out a wheezing laugh in surprise. Phil just stares in shock, eyes wide. Phil squawking in offense in the entire time past the prison and through the woods.

—o0o—

Wilbur been pacing for the last hour and half, his gaze flicking to the blood stained razor that lays upon the counter. He trying to understand, trying to know why Tommy would turn to this, why Tommy would do this and in reality he does but he doesn’t want to accept it. Tommy was his baby brother, his sweet innocent baby brother who would look up at him with those big blue eyes and braces as he smiled and lit up the entire room, he never harmed a thing and now … or he was harming himself. He wanted to know why it got this bad, why Tommy didn’t go to the ghost version of him that he seemed to love so much or fucking Techno? Even Tubbo or Ranboo! Anything but this! Tears built up in his eyes as he slammed his hands onto the counter, staring the few crows that stayed back; out the window.

“God damn it, damn it Tommy, damn it.” Wilbur choked, trying to fight the ever rising tears that were building up in his eyes. Could he have lost his brother before he ever got to see him again? What if Dream wasn’t able to revive him? What if he never saw Tommy again ... he doesn’t think he could ever live with himself of his brother followed him in his path.

”I should’ve been here.. I should’ve been here for him.” Wilbur whispers to himself, closing his eyes tightly before freezing as he hears the sound of the front door opening, followed by … Tommy voice. 

”I cannot believe you tipped over the f-fucking boat!” Tommy echoed through the house alongside shivering teeth as Wilbur hand flew towards the razor, snatching it up and cutting his hand in the process of it. 

“you wouldn’t stop asking if we were there yet.” Techno grumbles, walking into the house absolutely soaked as Phil’s laughter rings out behind him.

“It was hilarious to see.” Phil states as tommy grumbles and crosses his arms before stopping at the sight of Wilbur who sat in a chair at the counter. 

”what is he doing here.” Tommy asks, clearly tense as he backs up slightly. Phil gives him a confused look as he chirps out a response. “He lives here.”

Techno huff and shakes his head, “more like next door.” Techno mutters, making his way towards the kitchen as he begins to brew hot water, meanwhile Wilbur finds himself cradling his hand that clutches tightly around the razor as he stares at tommy.

”hey .. Toms. “ he mutters unsure what to say, aware of how hoarse his voice sounds as he does so. He probably looks like shit, or high but same difference. Tommy stiffly turns to Phil who he now realizes is holding a sleeping child and two bags, which Tommy swiftly takes from him, cradling the boy close. “What room am I staying in?” He asks, pointing his questions toward Phil but Techno answers instead.

”same room as last time Theseus. I’ll bring you some hot chocolate when it’s done.” Techno calls from the kitchen as Tommy quickly nods his head and rushes past Wilbur, the sound of his feet hitting the wooden floors as he does. Wilbur winces slightly as he slowly uncurls his hand. Phil gives him a concerned look then gasps, startling Techno who looks over, ears raised high as his tail stills behind him.

”is that blood?” Phil chirps as Wilbur lets the razor fall onto the counter with a clink. Techno tenses immediately dropping whatever he was doing as he rushes over to Wilbur, practically ripping up his sleeve. “Did you relapse? Wilbur I told you to come to me, that didn’t change just because you died and—“ the words die on Techno throat as Wilbur shakes his head painfully … a small sob escaping him.

”it’s not me.” He whispers and watches a horror fills Technos face, “I’m sorry? Why does Wilbur have a razor blade? And what do you mean by relapse?” Phil asks, horrified as Wilbur finds himself unable to face him.

”later. Phil. Later. “ Techno  mutters, taking ahold of the razor blade and immediately tossing it into the trash.

”we are going to talk about this later. Wilbur you will explain this for later, for now I am going to cook this hot chocolate and I am going to bring it Tommy and then we will talk.” Techno mumbles, clearly stressed and trying not to think of what Wilbur knows he’s thinking of because if it’s not him and it’s clearly not Phil then there is only two other people ... and one of the, is unlikely. Leaving only Tommy ...

”I … I need to go clean my hand up.” Wilbur mutters, standing and leaving quickly before Phil can say a thing to him but it doesn’t stop Wilbur from hearing him.

”Techno what is going on?” Phil muffled voice rings out as Techno doesn’t respond. It’s a sensitive subject for all of them.. especially for Techno.

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Tommy held Shroud closely as he took sharp inhales. He should've expected WIlbur to be hare, he should've known but he still couldn’t take the sight of seeing him. After Wilbur’s revival Tommy had closed himself off from him. He couldn't handle the sight of the man, let alone be near him. He blamed Wilbur for losing Fundy the way they did. Not that anyone knew that … he wasn't even sure what exactly happened until he got a call from a small boy. Yogurt as he came to learn. He didn't like thinking about it, he never spoke of it even when he sat in Fundy’s room, holding his nephew's hand so tightly as the son of his nephew hugged him. Tommy hugged his own boy as he thought of it, Fundy at the ripe age of twenty had suffered the same condition his father had. Asthma however Fundy didn’t know about it until one day he slipped into sleep and did not wake up.

He luckily did wake up after two weeks, the entire time Yogurt had stayed with him and Shroud had a friend besides Micheal. Yogurt had become his favorite nephew and Micheal was his favorite godson but he didn’t really have much to go on, so he might have been biased. When Fundy Had awoken, he was thankful, and tearful as  he hugged his son. Tommy kept in contact with Fundy and eventually was the one to wave goodbye as Fundy left (Fundy had tried to have Tommy come along but he denied). Wilbur didn't even know his own son had Asthma or a son … or that he had enough and left. No one in this so-called “”Family”” knew.

“Mimi … I'm tired .. “ Shroud muttered into his shoulder, snapping Tommy from his thoughts as he realized, embarrassingly, that he had been standing in the middle of  his  the room, holding his and Shroud’s bags as well as Shroud ... 

Tommy shifted Shroud in his arms as he muttered a soft apology, before stepping over to the bed, his eyes catching the open trunk for a moment as he did. He placed Shroud down gently, Shroud Immediately slumping into the soft bed. He chuckled, smiled and leaned down, pressing a kiss into Shroud’s brow before tucking him in and making his way over to the window that looked out to the waste land that was Techno’s home. Antarctica was something Tommy had been familiar with, since it seemed no matter what happened, Phil always settled down in the arctic as well as Techno. 

He sat down in the stiff chair that he had once been familiar with as he began to open their bags. Tommy looked through Shroud’s clothes, placing the ones that would work here down whilst putting away the ones that wouldn’t. Eventually he unpacked every single plushie that was both made by him and by Tubbo. He tosses them onto the bed beside Shroud, knowing his son liked to cuddle up to them. Then Tommy moved onto his bag and sighed heavily, brushing a hand through his tangled long hair and just when he thought he might be left alone; a soft knock echoed through the room, startling Tommy  slightly as he snapped his head towards the door as it opened. Just outside the door frame, stood  a damp Techno who was holding a tray of food … and hot cocoa.

“Tommy, may I enter?” Techno asks, quietly as his gaze flickers to the sleeping Shroud before going back to tommy. Tommy hesitated before nodding his head and turning his gaze back out the window and to the ever growing wind. The room was dark, almost pitch black if it wasn’t for the moon light and hallway one so when Techno stepped in and placed the tray on the dresser before taking a match box from his pants pocket and lighting a few of the scattered candles around the room. There was a silence between them, a weirdly comfortable one. Once Techno had finished with the candles, he picked the tray back up and sat in the chair beside Tommy, placing the tray onto the small table. Tommy didn’t meet Techno’s gaze; he couldn't bring himself to.

“Your hair has gotten longer, theseus.” Techno utters, handing him a mug of hot cocoa which Tommy gratefully takes, holding the warm cup tightly. “It has ..” Tommy acknowledges; taking a sip of the hot cocoa as Techno let out a soft chuff. Tommy still doesn’t face him, however he could still feel the piglin's tail brush against his ankle and hear the sound of dangling cold that no doubt meant that Techno had flicked his ear or ears. 

“Why does Phil want me to come now?” Tommy asks, having felt the question on his tongue for the last two days. Techno caught off guard, turned to him and his eyes bore into Tommy. “Why wouldn’t he?” Techno questions, his brows furrowed as Tommy finally turned to him.

 “Don’t act like you all don’t hate me. You laughed at my death.” Tommy spat, Techno flinched back as if he had been slapped as his eyes widened and his jaw dropped ever so slightly,  “I mean i knew you and i had problems but to laugh at my death … is hurtful to say the least” Tommy continues as he feels his own shoulders hunch up as he turned away from Techno again.

“I-i .. I'm sorry? Did you just say you died?” Techno practically shouts, making Tommy snap his head to Techno and hush him before pointing over to Shroud’s sleeping form. Techno’s eyes trail over before going back to Tommy, clear despair in his gaze. “You died, Theseus?” Techno whispered, hurt, confusion and regret clear in his gaze. Tommy pressed his lips tightly together as he looked at Techno, he didn't understand .. Ranboo told him that they laughed so why is Techno acting like he doesn’t know?

“Ranboo told you..” he whispers, looking away from Techno as he fights back his own tears. He didn't like the look of how soft Techno looked at him, he didn’t like that Techno acted like he still cared. 

“We thought he was joking! Playing a prank!” Techno exclaims, quietly as Tommy frowns and fights back his own anger. “Well he wasn’t” he spat. Silence fell into the room as the air grew tense and so uncomfortable and then suddenly. He's pulled into a hug, a hug that isn’t like Dream’s nor pogtopia WIlbur’s. It’s soft, familiar and so.. Fond. Tommy chokes back his own tears as he presses his forehead into Techno. “I am. I am so sorry, Toms.” Techno utters, his tone sounding haunted as Tommy hugged him back tighty, fighting his tears as he did. It took him longer than he liked to admit to answer. 

“I don’t forgive you. But maybe one day I will” he whispers and then falls silent. Allowing them to finally enjoy each other's company and if Tommy falls asleep in Techno’s arms, that's no one's business but their own.  And .. if Techno lifted Tommy’s sleeves and found his worst nightmare. That was his business.

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When Techno had gone to give Tommy some food and Hot cocoa, he didn’t expect to find out what he did. But as he laid Tommy in his bed beside Shroud, his nephew. He couldn’t help but feel sorrow. He knew he wasn’t a good brother, he knew even better he was never a good uncle (considering he almost killed fundy the first time they met) but now, now he wanted to be. He wanted to be better especially after learning Tommy had died, by what he doesn't know but he does know; he screwed up badly.with Tommy, with Fundy and so much more.  He brushed Tommy’s hair back, trying not to growl at the sight of the white streak. He turned and stepped away, he blew out each and every candle before he walked out the door and closed it behind him.

He made his way downstairs, having forgotten the tray as he did but unwilling to go back. Immediately he was greeted with the sight of Wilbur who straightened up when he saw Techno. 

“How is he? Did you see …” Wilbur cuts himself off as Techno nods his head, slowly and mournfully. A gasp escapes WIlbur as a hand goes to his mouth and he looks at Techno in grief. 

“He is. Or was. It was dark and.. I didn’t want to invade his privacy anymore then i n-needed to” Techno cleared his throat the moment he felt his voice break.

“He is what?” Phil's voice suddenly rings out, drawing their attention over to him as Techno winces, his ears lowering. 

“Maybe we should sit for this” Wilbur mumbles, Techno nodding in agreement; Phil, confused, moves to the couch, having been stood in the hallway beforehand. He places himself on the couch as Wilbur and More hestianting Techno follow. Both sitting on the same couch, next to each other as Phil looks at them expectantly.

Techno inhales, closing his eyes before looking up and to Wilbur who nods. With that he turns back and speaks. 

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March 24, ten years ago.

Techno had awoken that morning like every morning, to the sound of crows. He had gotten out of bed and gotten dressed before making his way outside to their living room, where he found a eight year old tommy playing with his toys under the dining table. “Theseus where is Wil? Is he still asleep?” Techno asked as Tommy looked up with those big blue eyes and goofy smile. 

“He said he was getting the eggs!” Tommy exclaimed before turning back to his toys, Techno sighs and shakes his head, a fond smile on his face as he makes his way to the kitchen and begins to pull out the items for breakfast, wincing when he sees how low they were in everything.

“I’m gonna have to get a second job” Techno thought out loud as he placed the items on the table and began preparations. It took him fifty minutes to notice that Wilbur never came back in, worried, he looks over to Tommy and calls.

“Did Wilbur say if he was doing anything else?” He asks as Tommy looks up with a frown and shakes his head.

“All he said was I wasn't allowed to go out to see him.” Tommy utters and with those words, dread fills Techno and without thinking for even a second, he snatched up his coat and threw on his shoes. Racing out through frozen ice and snow as his feet slip ever so slightly as he runs, he gets to the barn in seconds and pulls the handle with both hands, forcing the heavy door to move and the sight that greets him … is horrifying.

 Wilbur his baby brother, his twin is laying in the cold barn, hay with blood.. Blood that is pouring from his wounds onto the hay, staining it..

“WILBUR!” He screams, running over as he drops to his knees and without hesitation begins to rip up his sleeves and tie it around the scarred wrists. WIlbur remained unmoving as Techno tied the ripped sleeves of his coat around Wilbur wrists, tight. And then he hauled Wilbur into his arms and turned, running out of the barn, not bothering with the door as he slid across the icy floor. He kept his balance and kept moving.

When he reached their home, he kicked the door down, a scared scream escaping Tommy at the sudden sound. Techno doesn’t focus on that, he instead gets Wilbur to the couch and then books it to their hallway closet, yanking all of the medical items he possibly could into his arms and rushes back to Wilbur.

“W-Wilby?..” Tommy called, horrified as Techno snapped his head up, his eyes blown wide and his breathing hard.

“T-tommy go to your room, shut the door and don’t  come out until I get you, okay?” Techno exclaims, breathless as Tommy remains staring, in horror at the bloodied wrists that never seem to stop flowing with blood.

“Tommy! Room now!” Techno snapped, loud. Tommy flinches back, a hurtful look flashing on his face before he turns and runs. Techno hears the door slam before he turns back and begins to pull the cloth from Wilbur’s wrists,

he snatchs up a bottle of alcohol and empties almost the entire bottle on the wound and sewing tools he had grabbed, Wilbur’s scream will forever haunt him. He holds a clean cloth onto the open wounds and begins to pull a thread through the needle and then.

He begins to sew. 

Present time

“That day, Wilbur almost died. He didn’t however and woke up twelve hours later.. After that I gave him some of my blood. “ Techno finishes, aware of the tears that were trickling down his face, aware of how hard Wilbur was holding his hand.. Having moved to him and tucked himself away in Techno’s comfort. He looks up, having not been able to explain whilst looking at Phil and stares at the man he knew as a father. Phil's eyes widened, stared at him in horror as he held his mouth, tears rolling down his face.

Techno doesn’t say anything as he holds Wilbur's hand, knowing this was going to hurt him, knowing it was going to be rough for him. “Oh god.. Wil.” Phil chokes, as he slowly stands but Wilbur doesn’t face him. He can’t.  Techno pulls Wilbur into a hug and takes a deep breath, moving on as he does.

“We believe– we know Tommy is doing the same thing.. And if he keeps going..” Techno trails off, unable to say the words. Wilbur however, finally looks up, red eyed and distressed.

“T- Tommy gonna do the same. I- i don't want it to ever find him that way. I do–” Wilbur chokes, tears rolling down his face as Techno wraps his arms tightly around WIlbur.

“It’s different here, Because they have 3 lives or did… at home. If–” Phil cuts him off, “If Wilbur had died.. He will never come back.” Phil whispers, haunted by the very idea of it. Techno nods, shallowing back the ever growing salvia in his mouth. His ears and tail certainly tucked away unlike Wilbur who let them show finally, their down and his tail is wrapped around Techno tightly. Phil stares and then suddenly he’s right in front of them and hugging them both. There is a promise in there, Techno realizes but what it is, he doesn’t know. 

“I am sorry, i ever left you” He gasps, loud enough for them to both catch it, Wilbur dissolves into full on sobs as he melts into Phil’s arms, Techno however only cracks, tears rolling down his face as he’’s reminded of one thing he never wanted to remember, what he didn’t say was that he stayed for days by Wilbur’s bedside, holding his brothers hand and rewrapping his wounds and when Wilbur was aware enough to speak. He didn’t leave, he held Wilbur and helped him get better.. What really helped Wilbur was a friend, a friend that turned to be an enemy and broke Wilbur in the first place. Jschlatt, the Manberg president and Ex best friend.

Techno had found out the day he shot Tubbo and took his second life. He held Wilbur that very same night as his brother laughed hysterically as he threw his head back, and cried. And then Phil came, and killed Wilbur before Techno’s very eyes.He never will forgive Phil for that.

But he can move on and maybe one day, they’d be a real family again.

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Tommy awoke, heaving as tears rolled down his fear stricken face. Dream’s haunting voice echoes through his mind, taunting him, laughing at him. He dreamed about it again, he dreamed about running through the snow stricken ground with Dream behind him, Shroud in his arms until suddenly he wasn’t. Tommy looked over to Shroud who laid beside him, sprawled out and snoring, clutching his little hands around Tommy’s blue cardigan.

Tommy looked at his boy, his son and took a deep breath before reaching down and moving Shroud's Hold away from him and to his toy. When Shroud had decided that was a better item to hold, Tommy stood and allowed his bare feet to brush against the cold floor. He didn’t question why he was in bed, he knew that Techno had laid him in it.

He slipped his feet into the slip-on shoes he owned and made his way to the door, glancing back for a second before opening it and pushing himself into the dark silence hallway.. Well, silence might have been a lie considering how loud Techno and WIlbur snored but still. He dragged his feet as he walked down the hallway, peeking into Techno’s open door, frowning and raising an eyebrow at the sight of Techno who was quite literally laying upside down.. Weirdo he thought to himself and moved on.

The next door he passed closed but quite clearly WIlbur’s, or was for now considering how unWilbur like it looked. He continued to the stairway and made his way down the steps, thankful that Techno had moved on from the stupid ladder.

  He made his way past the kitchen and living room before opening the front door and being greeted by the night cold air and the sight of Phil’s home lit up. He didn’t think much of it though as he placed himself on the steps and took a deep breath, breathing in the freezing cold air as snow fell slowly around him. His eyes trailed the spruced forest and fence line, looking for Dream in a way or the ghost of Ranboo who he hadn’t seen in weeks; neither greeted him.

The sound of the door clicking open, makes Tommy groan as Phil’s laugh fills the air. “Well hello to you too, mate.” Phil chimed, making his way towards Tommy who never once looked his way. Tommy instead huffed, facing the forest.

“Why are you up, mate?” Phil asks, and in that moment Tommy hears something in his tone that caughts him off guard, Phil’s voice sounded hoarse, rough like he had.. Tommy faced Phil and he was greeted by the sight of a red eyed phil who recently had stopped crying. Tommy looked away, wondering why Phil had been crying before pushing the thought away and deciding he didn’t care. (He did)

“Trauma big man, what about you?” He resorted as Phil laughed and ruffled Tommy’s hair, making Tommy freeze in place at the feeling of a hand touching him, he didn't say anything about it.

“I just couldn’t sleep. I miss my nest and wings.. “He confesses as Tommy winces, knowing that feeling all too well. “Don’t you have a nest here?” He asks, looking at Phil as he titles his head, Phil who remains staring into the forest, shakes his head.

“Didn’t feel safe enough.” Phil confesses again as Tommy nods, he understands that more than Phil would ever know. “Well when you, WIlbur and Techno leave.. Then you can make one. “ Tommy states as Phil frowns at him, looking him in the eyes.

“You are coming too, Tommy. You and Shroud.” Phil exclaims as Tommy gives him an unimpressed look before facing the forest, shivering slightly.

“I don’t wanna argue about this again. I’m not coming.” He exhales as Phil chirps at him and Tommy tenses, it’s a warning chirp. “You are coming, whether you want to or not. We are not leaving you here and it’s no safe place to raise a son.” Phil pushes as Tommy abruptly stands, turning to Phil with a scowl.

“You don’t get to tell me how to raise my son! And if. If I came with you all to leave, I wouldn't stay with you!” Tommy practically yells, tired of this. He doesn’t want to fight about it but he in some way knows that Phil is right. Phil’s eyes light up at that and he stands.

“Then you’ll come?” He asks, pushing but Tommy stares annoyed.

“I didn't say-'' Tommy stopped as Phil went on.

“That’s great! We’ll be leaving tomorrow night then! Go get some rest!” and before Tommy can protest  any more, Phil leaves and Tommy leaves with a promise he didn’t mean to make.

“Damn it”

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It was dawn when Tommy made his decision, he wasn’t going to stay, he wasn’t going with them. Not now, not ever. Tommy stood in the guest room, staring out at the blowing wind as Shroud put on his shoes. Tommy had woken him less than ten minutes ago so they could get moving. “You are gonna wanna put on a coat, Shroud. It’s freezing out.” He muttered softly, staring at the falling snow as Shroud smiled at him and nodded. 

“Okay mimi.”  he replied. Tommy leaned down to the now fully packed up bags and haul them onto his shoulders, clipping them together and allowing them to hang off of him. When Shroud finished pulling on his boots and putting his coat on, that is when they left. 

Tommy held Shrouds little hand as they stepped out of the warmth of their temporary bedroom, stepping into the hallway, he was immediately greeted by the sound of Techno’s snores, allowing him to know it was near impossible to wake Techno now.  He walked down the hallway as Shroud cling onto him, his eyes lingering on Wilbur’s door from last night for a moment before they made their way downstairs. The sight of blood greeted them, small drops on the hardwood floors and counter, it looked like animal blood but Tommy wasn’t sure. He didn’t stick around to find out as they walked out of the house and made their way down the porch, careful not to slip.

“It’s soooo cold!” Shroud drawed out as he hugged Tommy’s arm, Tommy laughed slightly and smiled. “That’s why I said to wear a coat.” he whispered, still trying to be somewhat quiet. But it was pointless as he turned the corner to step past the stables and caught Wilbur's eyes instantly; he tensed as Wilbur gaze looked him up and down, puffing out a ball of smoke before he spoke.

“Where are you going, Toms?” Wilbur asked, dropping the familiar cigarette onto the floor and stomping it into the ground but before he could lie, Shroud spoke up. “We’re going home!” He exclaimed innocently, not knowing what he just gave Wilbur. WIlbur tensed and look at Tommy sorrowful before turning to Shroud and smiling with that familiar caring smile he once wore towards Tommy.

 “How about you go back and steal some cookies from your grandpa’s cookie jar, he’s the cabin next to this one and the door is wide open” Wilbur framed his words with a push of excitement as Shroud opened his mouth wide and turned to Tommy looking and asking permission. Tommy forced a smile and nodded.

“Go ahead and while you’re at it. Make a mess.” He said softly, booping Shroud on his nose before the boy  turned and ran back up the porch stairs and towards Phil’s cabin, only when the door closed did he look back at WIlbur with a scowl.

“I said I am not going with you all.” He snaps as Wilbur frowned, titling his head like Phil does, it feels like he’s taunting Tommy.  “Phil said early this morning, you were. That he got you to agree. “ Wilbur states, crossing his arms as Phil rolls his eyes and shuffles slightly, beginning to feel the ache in his legs. Damn it .. now is not the time, he thought to himself. 

“He tricked me into agreeing and i didn’t even agree, i am not going.” Tommy addressed, taking a shaking breath as the pain in his legs grew.  Wilbur scoffs and mutters under his breath, “Of course he did” before he sighs and leans back into the stone wall of Techno’s cabin.

“Why won’t you come with us? There is nothing here for you, Tubbo, Ghostboo and their son left, and we’re leaving. So why not just come with us.” Wilbur questions, raising an eyebrow as he does, he looks terrible. Tommy stares at the man he had once seen  as a leader, a hero and can’t help but feel angry.

 “Why do you think wilbur? Maybe it is the fact everyone in this damn group tried to fucking kill me!” Tommy shouts, throwing his arms up in the air, Wilbur goes to speak but Tommy continues. 

“Maybe it’s because i don’t want my son to become another CHILD SOLDIER” He snarls, anger, resentment and so much pain in his voice as he does, Puffy had helped him realize what Wilbur did to him and now Wilbur is gonna realize it. Wilbur recoils as if he had been slapped, a hurtful and regretful emotion blooms across his face.

He doesn’t meet Tommy's gaze. “I am not gonna deny or make excuses for what I did, I was shit to you, I should have never dragged you into war. But i … Tommy you need to come with us, if not for  you, for Shroud.. Who knows what is going to happen if we leave. What if you are never able to and .. you get stuck here?” Wilbur reasons, hugging himself as Tommy felt a frown grow on his face as his eyes shifted away, shuffling again as the pain grew.  Tommy hates how Wilbur has a point. 

“And sides.. I’d like the chance to make it up to you. I’d like to feel worthy to call myself your brother again Tommy, so please. Come with us, you don’t have to stay with us if you don’t want to but.. I would like– we would like it if you came. And so would momza” Wilbur pushes further as Tommy flinches back at the mention of Kristin, he didn’t know what to think about this. He doesn’t want to be near them but Wilbur's got a point and … he wants to see Fundy again as well as Tubbo and Ranboo. He knows Shroud wants to see Yogurt and Micheal. 

He sighs and rolls his eyes as he leans against Techno’s cabin and slides down, it comes off different then what it actually is, considering the pain is now too much and he is sure if he tried to walk, he would fall. “Fine. fine we’ll come with you, sides.. I doubt Blade would let me get far before he carried me out of this godforsaken server.” Tommy muttered, making Wilbur laugh as he slumped down next to Tommy, placing a hand on Tommy’s arm or wrist, it makes Tommy wince but Wilbur doesn’t act like he noticed it.

“You are so right, the blade would totally drag your ass.” Tommy playfully hit Wilbur as he rolled his eyes, “Shut it. And don't make me regret this wilbur '' Tommy begins playful but drops it as soon as Wilbur nods his head, mournfully.

“I won’t toms, i won't” silence fills them and for a moment, it feels like back in L’manberg before their exile before all the pain, just them and that damn van. Until the sound of glass shattering echoes and a squawk comes from Phil, Tommy busts out laughing as WIlbur throws his head back,  laughing only to hit it on the wall with a loud thud; making Tommy laugh harder and Then the sound of the door busting open and the sight of Techno in his pjs and with a sword, sends them both into crying laughing. Tommy is so caught up in the moment that he doesn’t see Phil’s fond smile as he comes out of the cabin, holding Shroud who has stuffed cookies into his mouth, or Techno who despite looking somewhat pissed about being woke up, smiles fondly at him too.

Maybe it’d be okay. Maybe they could do this.

The only question was, how the fuck was Tommy going to stand without falling or letting them know.

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Tommy sat criss cross on the floor of the guest bedroom as he carefully went through and packed up his and Shroud’s items, Tommy legs had been kicking him, along with his foot strangely which was weird cause he couldn’t recall hurting it but yet again it wasn’t out of character for his body to suddenly start aching. Having been a retired general, former vice president and child soldier did that to you, Tommy had made many mistakes in his early youth, untreated wounds now ached and screamed with phantom pains, not to mention the fact he almost became paralyzed after doomsday. Tommy by now was used to his body aching and the tiredness that never quite left him, Shroud however was always the opposite and often reminded Tommy of a young Fundy or Tubbo.

Shroud carried himself like Fundy had, he smiled as bright as Tubbo and there was a certain glint in Shroud’s eyes that reminded him of the TNT loving poet that was his– that, Wilbur is. It scared Tommy in ways but there was also a familiarity to it that brought a sense of calm to Tommy. But as he sat here, in this familiar room with Shroud nowhere in sight, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of fear. A fear that Shroud would follow in Wilbur’s footsteps, it was a foolish thought but one nonetheless.

“Got most of it packed yet, Theuses?” Techno calls as his pink hair comes into view along with his usual king like getup, a younger Tommy might have once pointed out the irony in that but now, he didn’t have that in him. Tommy sighed as he placed Shroud’s last shirt into his bag and shook his head.

“Not yet, seems Boob boy decided to give Shroud a little too many shirts.” Tommy grumbles as Techno titles his head questioning at the name before making his way over and placing himself on the floor beside Tommy, it was a similar place to be in considering he had done the same less then a day ago.

“Boob boy? Do I even wanna know who you are referring to?” Techno questions, clearly amused by the nickname. Tommy scoffed and rolled his eyes  before he turned to Techno with narrowed eyes and his famous smirk.

“You roomie and my replacement Techno, god can’t believe you're going senil  like Phil” Tommy grumbles as places another shirt into his bag, keeping out one of his cardigans that was made from Friend’s wool. 

Techno let out a chuff, it was a warning one but Tommy didn’t take it in that sense, he never really listened to Techno’s warning sounds. Tommy shifted, before letting out a grunt of pain as his foot bumped against the hardwood floors, Techno poster shifted as he sat up straight and stared at Tommy with what could be considered concern for most but Tommy knew it was more of concern that something would be inconvenient for the “blood god”

“Tommy? What’s wrong?” Techno asked, his eyes narrowing on Tommy’s foot that Tommy now stared at, nothing could be seen considering he was wearing his old war worn boots and he had furiously wrapped his foot earlier when the pain began. Tommy still wasn’t sure exactly why his foot hurt so badly, his legs okay makes sense.. But his– Realization struck him like a fist as he hissed out. “Fuck.”

 how could he have forgotten about the anvil?  Techno’s eyes narrowed further as he opened his mouth to question again but Tommy instead removed his shoe, quickly ripping off the bandages and letting out a gasp at the sight of the black and blue bruised foot that was no doubt shattered.  Techno let out a hiss of disgust as he stared at the foot before turning to Tommy with concern and shouting.

“Theuses, please don’t tell me you walked on that.”

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Phil watched as Wilbur tossed Shroud up in the air and caught him, Shroud letting out hisses of joy as he did so. It was a sight that he wasn’t ever sure he had wanted to see until now, his son playing with his grandson.. Tommy had never been the one he thought he’d get a grandson out of, Wilbur? Yeah that was to be expected, Techno? Less likely but possible if he took in someone, Tommy? Never! But here he was, packing up his living room items as Wilbur played with Tommy’s son.  Shroud was exactly what he would’ve expected Tommy’s kids to be like, if he ever thought of it.. But weirdly Shroud also reminded him of Wilbur more than Fundy had ever.

“Wee! Higher! Higher!” Shroud called out towards Wilbur as Wilbur let out a small chuckle and threw him up in the air once more, before catching him and placing him down. “That’s all for now, i got to help your grandpa pack, he’s old and needs help” Wilbur said with a smug look on his face as Phil gave him an unimpressed look before turning to place the last item he brought from their home server into a box.

Wilbur came up beside him, whilst Shroud remained on the ground with his toys. “Where do you plan for us to go?” Wilbur questions in a hushed tone as if he didn’t want Shroud to hear.

Phil sighed and shrugged, “I was.. Thinking we’d go home, but it’d take awhile  to fix up and Tommy seems less than inclined to stay with us.” Phil murmurs, staring at Techno’s first ever cape. When he moved here, he decided to bring the items that reminded him of home, he had Techno’s first cape, Wilbur’s first guitar pick and Tommy’s first bandana.

Wilbur frowned and looked back at Shroud who made roaring sounds with the small duck plush that looked too closely to the one Tubbo had once had. “Maybe we should go somewhere else, our old home isn’t as .. good of  a memory for us then it is for you. Maybe the old abandoned empire you and Techno spent a year making would be better.” Wilbur muttered as Phil paled slightly quickly shaking his head as if the thought alone was idiotic.

“No, that is the last place we should ever go.” Phil declared, closing the box and taping it before making his way out the doorway, Wilbur following him.

“Why not? It’s big and space-ish” again Phil shook his head, “it’s war heavy and last I checked it was falling apart more than L’manburg did.” Phil snaps sharply as Wilbur pauses behind him, staring at him with a hurt expression.

“That was uncalled for.” Wilbur mutters as Phil sighs and places the box in the makeshift wagon that had been bought hours before, Carl; Techno’s horse stares at the wagon unimpressed and slightly offended.   Steve however looks at the wagon in wonder before chewing up the few bites of salmon that they decided to leave him.

 “I don’t mean it in a bad way, Wilbur but i just, why can’t we go to your childhood home? It’s a private server and no one could follow us.”  Phil exclaims, turning to Wilbur and crossing his arms, Wilbur stares at him with narrowed eyes before sighing and giving in, Phil watches him brush his hair back, touching the painfully apparent white streak as he does so.

“Fine, but don’t blame me if you end up pissing off Techno and T—” Wilbur is cut off as Techno slams open the door, a slight panicked expression.

“Wilbur gets in here and holds Tommy down!” Techno exclaims before turning and going back in. Confused they both run in after, Tommy is laying on the table trying to fight off Techno as he lets out a string of curses.. Tommy’s black and blue foot fully on display as Phil resists the urge to gag. 

“What happened?!” Wilbur asks, concerned as he goes over and holds Tommy on the table, who has not stopped cursing at them.

“The idiot walked around with a crushed foot is what happened! Now hold him still!” Phil, unsure what to do, tries to hover over but Wilbur looks at him with a sharp glare.

“Go to Shroud! We got this!” He exclaims and with much hesitation, he turns and leaves as Tommy’s curses turn into screams as Techno no doubly, adjusts the foot to splint it.

why couldn’t things ever be simple?

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So, I kinda been thinking of redoinf this concept and changing certain things up as the story kind doesn’t make full sense. (And I’d like to add other characters possibly like fundy and yogurt) so would you all be up for that? Or nah?

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I decided to move on and redo this concept, changing things and all around figure it out a bit better.

The first chapter of the new one has been uploaded and it’s called. “Walking the paint stained roads we made.”

I hope you enjoy that, this will stay up.

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Been a bit and, well I’m gonna be honest, I don’t have any interest in writing this or really myct fics anymore, I’ll leave this up but I won’t be finishing it,