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Tommy was told as a child to never use that vile word called hate, but screw that. Tommy hated this basement. It wasn’t even a fun kidnapping basement! It wasn’t dark, or dingy. No, no, no, it was clean. Pristine and orderly. Tommy hated it. There wasn’t even any blood! The walls were a nice warm beige and the floor was, get this, carpeted. What psychopath carpeted their kidnapping basement? What if it had to become a makeshift murder basement huh? Blood stains are so hard to get out of carpet!
The only thing the stupid basement really had going for it was the stupid family photos plastered on the walls. The three creatures featured around a god awful photoshop of Tommy in the center. Whoever took the photos sucked, the angle almost always being a profile shot. Couldn’t even get a good photo of him? How difficult would that be with how handsome he truly was huh? Women flocked to him for a reason! Yeah these… things… had some real fucking issues. On the plus side, he now had an actual bed! Which was a massive improvement from the dilapidated couch that he and Tubbo got from a frat house after someone was tackled into it and broke it. Good times, unlike the fucking basement—well actually he wasn’t sure it was even a basement, he was just guessing—which was stupid and not at all as appealing in the was a murder basement would be. The only exit was on the opposite wall from where the bed was, the frame of it chipped and a darker than the pristine white door was, and Tommy was just waiting for the monsters to show up. God he was going to punch Wilbur. Wilbur who had gills… and needle teeth… spooky bastard. If this turned out to be a prank, he was gonna kill the fucker. And, as if the universe hated him—which it did—the door began to creak open, low and long as a head peaked in with mis matched skin.
“Hey mate! So… what do humans eat again?” Meat man™ was here. Goody.
“I’d say hopes and fears, but you’d probably take that seriously wouldn’t you,” Tommy scoffed, rolling his eyes and crossing his legs at his ankles, “why don’t you just ask will? He’s seen me eat, he can tell you.”
“Oh. Well I would… but he’s out eating at the moment… and I need to go get groceries for you before this skin starts to decay,” meat man™ said as if that sentence were a no brainer.
“That’s not ominous. What the hell does Will eat anyway? Kidneys? Liver? Hearts? Souls?”
“Uh.” The sound did not fill Tommy with joy.
“He doesn’t actually eat souls does he?” Tommy’s brows furrowed as he leaned back a bit.
“I’m going to tell you this as gentle as I can mate… souls wasn’t the thing he ate in your statement.”
“How is that the gentle version?” Tommy huffed and let a growl slip from the back of his throat. His head fell into his hands as he tugged the tips of his hair, a few hairs coming out, in an attempt to self soothe. Fucking Karoline and her ‘that’s not a healthy coping mechanism Tom’ bullshit.
“Oh, it’s alright, don’t worry! I just need to know what you eat, maybe eating will calm you? Techno always got grouchy when he was hungry, maybe you’re like him?” If Tommy hadn’t seen the creature ignore six dead people a few days before he would have thought the thing was worried about him.
“Fuck off Meat man.” The sounds of boots came from behind the meat man which caused Tommy’s head to shoot up and see a blood soaked figure standing behind the stitched together man.
“Heard my name. How’s the brat?”
“He’s fine Technomate, we all knew this would be a learning curve. But he won’t tell me what he wants to eat and I’d rather not just feed him white bread and carrots.” The Meat Man™ huffed, a hand coming to rest on his hip as the other gestured to Tommy himself.
“Just try that weird pasta stuff that the kid gave Wilbur to try. He’s the one who got Wilbur hooked so obviously he likes it,” the voice was monotone, it would’ve been soothing if it sounded just a bit more human-like.
“You’re so right mate! Be back in a bit,” and the Meat Man™ was off, practically flying up the stairs. It took a moment, but the other creature—Techno Tommy believed— turned to him and huffed.
“I know this is complicated. You don’t want to be here and you’re scared, even when you try to hide it. You reek of anger and fear. I’d like you to know, Wilbur and Phil? They adore you already. You’ve stolen their hearts, as gross as that statement is. I know this isn’t fair, we never said it would be. You’re here kid. You’re here as long as Wilbur and Phil want you, and they deal in absolutes. The sooner you get used to this the better. Just a word of advice.” And the door shut, leaving Tommy in the basement with more questions than answers.