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Rocky that how Tommy would describe his relationship with his estranged father, not that he dares to call him that anymore. After Wilbur and the events of doomsdays he simply couldn't look at him the same, he refused to meet his eyes after that day. So the fact he was trapped in the house with him right is less than desirable.
Techno had gone off somewhere yelling about throwing people off cliffs and the voices.
“What was his problem?” Tommy says, looking at techno footprints in the snow, a shiver runs through his spine as he yawns. ‘Why am I so tired lately, is this like a side effect?’ Tommy glances down at his body, dirty, and yellow. His tail whips from side to side, irritated. “Ughh when am I going to go back to normal” he huffs and leans against the railing. sharp pains riddle his arms; cuts from a few days ago still burn. That's not what hurt though small lumps covered his skin, he thinks they're from the scratching but nothing provided relief. So he kept scratching them hard to try and relieve it but it simply left his skin feeling raw.
Throwing his arms in the air outta of frustration, he stomped over to the pile of dogs. ‘Jesus, who needs this many dogs?’ Tommy grimaces but sits down in the center looking around at all of them.
He starts to pet while looking at all the different names. “Apollo, that's a curious name” he pats Apollo on the head, the pup leans into the touch.
Tommy gets that feeling again his skin begins to itch again and he can help but scratch it, the itch isn't going away, he digs his finger deeper into his flesh; as he does it his cuts feel like they're on fire.
!!
A dog tackles him into the ground sitting on his chest and he coughs out a lung.
His gaze raises slowly and He notices a pup sitting on his chest. Its tongue hangs out and its ears are flopped to the side. “Who” the dog woofs, and Tommy's eyes catch onto the golden tag. His pupils dilate slightly as he watches the mental sway from side to side. “Gordon, that's a weird name. Hmm good boy” he smiles softly at Gordon, Stroking the long fur. It seemed to calm his mind as he gradually forgot about wanting to scratch.
Glancing up he spots the stable, ‘oh maybe I should’ he stood up dusting himself off as he began to walk over, Gordon on his heels the whole time. Carl is missing as techno took him but another horse he didn't know the name of sits there. In the stalls a rich coated bay stands tall, the diamond armor hangs on the wall, and a half polished saddle sits in the corner. He walks closer, as the horse perks up looking straight at him. It huffs, Tommy can see its breath against the cold air “wow.”
“That's Dave, he's our newest one” !!. Tommy skin jumps six feet as Phil’s words meet his ears. “Uh Phil, I, I didn't notice you come in” “hm, probably not mate I went through the house entrance” Tommy glups an awkward silence settles over them. “Soo, whatcha doing” he inquires, looking at the straw on the ground. “Nothing much, cleaning, rearranging stuff, and polishing Dave's saddle” Phil answer, Tommy watches him scoop some polish on to the saddle “mhm, that's a lot” “yeah mate so I'd appreciate if you left me alone” Phil's words cut deeper then he probably meant them to. It hit Tommy in a place he didn't expect; he breathes out shaky, “right, sorry.” Looking down to where Gordon has flopped across his feet. He smiles and untucks his feet.
He walks back out of the barn, into the cold, and wanders forward with no real destination in mind. He shivers, he'd forgotten his coat when he left. When had he left, how many hours had it been. His fur wasn't built for this kind of climate, honestly he hated the cold himself, never understood how techno could tolerate it.
He kept walking.
Maybe he was walking in circles but the world started to blur together, his eyes stringing; he's not sure if it's from the cold or the tears. Gordon had followed him the whole time, nudging his leg every so often.
His abdomen started to hurt, it twisted in hot pain and he grabbed at his waist pressing on it, trying to escape it. Gordon starts nudging his leg again, even biting at his shirt. “Stop it!” He kicks in Gordon's direction, his temper suddenly flaring. Gordon yipped and backed off, he looked straight at Gordon, the dogs almost seemed worried for him. He didn't care.
He kept walking.
He lay in the snow, the sun set in the distance, how had it gotten so late. Where was he, why was he here. All the trees looked the same; he couldn't find his way back. His stomach growls, and undescribable agony fills it; he cries out, curling into himself. That's where he sits shivering and in pain. ‘i guess this is how I die’ his thoughts drifted “what a pathetic way to go” he croaked. He closes his eyes, unsure of what is even happening anymore.
When he wakes he's warm. He could feel furs against his skin, noting that his shirt had been taken off. He peels open his eyes, a fine crust had formed on them, giving him a brief struggle. When he does finally open them he's greeted with the cabin walls and ceiling. He can feel warmth in his core and glancing down he sees a bag of hot rice. He looks to the left where a warm glow is admitted from the fireplace, a few pieces of wood can be seen next to it and he can hear movement in the kitchen.
Fatigue wracks his body, he feels the need to stand up but very minor movement leaves his head spinning. He sees a figure move closer, “techno?” “Hm sorry mate but no” Tommy groans, placing his arm over his eyes. “I feel like shit.” he complains “well yeah that tends to happen when you wander in the cold for 12 hours straight, you'd be a popsicle if it weren't for Gordon” Phil points at Gordon who sits on the end of the couch, staring straight at Tommy as if he'd disappear again.
“He's a good dog but doesn't like many, guess you appealed to him” Phil sets down a cup and bowl. He moved to help Tommy sit up right, his hands sliding behind his shoulder “your lucky I found you, Techno would have been pretty upset if you died.” he guides Tommy to sit up right wrapping the fur blanket around his shoulders.
“Do you even care at all?” Tommy 's words come out bitter. He knows they do but he didn't regret it. Phil pauses, and breathes out before standing up straight “Tommy you know I feel on this, and you know why I didn't take your side” Phil states it with a dismissive tone. “This isn't about sides Phil, you just never liked me, you're only putting up with me because Techno is” Tommy glares, and throws his hands up ‘“Just as you always do, it's never your fault, you're always the victim! “Tommy, that's not fair of you to say, I have thoughts and emotions too, I'm not a wind up doll.” Phil’s arms cross and a small glare takes over his face “I'm sorry that you're realizing that the world doesn't revolve around you!” His arms are still crossed, but he flips his hands at Tommy. “No one fucking said it did, I just asked that you actually care about some other then yourself.” Tommy's tone is offensive and loud; he raises to his feet unsteadily “I'm sorry that I wanted a dad who actually fucking took care of me, and didn't abandons me as soon as things get hard.” Phil's face hardens and he turns to walk out “there you go proving my point!” Tommy collapses backward breathing hard and trying to collect himself. “I just wanted a dad, why couldn't you be here for me” Phil breathe hitches and he turns to look at Tommy. “I, Tommy. I can't excuse my past behavior, but I'm sorry.” Tommy breathing pauses. He looks up at Phil, truly looking at Phil, their eyes met and Tommy wasn't sure when but he tastes salt. He realized that he was crying. “Oh Tom, I'm so sorry. I've been a horrible father, how could I not know you felt like this” phil embraces Tommy and it hits him that Tommy is nothing but a frail child who's been hurt by the world. Phil closes his eyes sitting down next to Tommy but not letting him go. Tommy simply cries into his shoulder. Never letting go.
Tommy calms down after a while, even more tired than he started. “I'm sorry you felt that way mate, I'll try harder in the future.” Phil pats Tommy's shoulder, before standing up and handing him the bowl. “It might be a little cold but it is chicken noodle, it's something to get into your system.” Phil hands him a soup, Tommy dips a spoon into the Lukewarm soup. “Thank you Phil it means a lot” Phil hums and walks away. Gordon whines and Tommy glances at him smiling, "your a good boy" he scratches his chin softly.
Tommy looks at the soup, and his reflection in the clear broth. ‘what a good way to end such a shitty day.’