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Christmas was always a family thing that was celebrated, spending time together and gift giving, at least that was what it was when Wilbur found Tommy hiding in the forest close to their home bruised and starved with clothes too baggy to be his.
But that stopped after Phil and Techno left.
Tommy and Wilbur never celebrated Christmas as much after that, maybe a few presents, cheaply bought, stolen, or hand-made. Tommy loved the hand-made ones the most.
Oh!
And the hot chocolates, they were always good! They made Tommy feel all warm and toasty when it was cold, the home made ones that Techno and Phil made were amazing, but the store brought ones also were good! But Christmas.. it was never as fun and happy as it used to be.
Or at least thats what Tommy told Techno when the kid would stick too close for comfort durning the days in the ravine. The days where Wilbur wasn’t fully himself and the days that were the coldest and saddest.
Techno would be lying if he didn’t grow an attachment to the young mortal. Gods were never ment to have attachments especially to mortals.
Mortals.
Maybe the gods wouldn’t punish them for growing close to mortals, the gods were never kind but maybe they were this year.
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Wilbur was dead.
Phil killed him. Philza, god of life murdered his own son. Ironic, isn’t it?
It was a chilly day in November, the air was tight and filled with smoke and debris.
The sound of the Withers screeching and the smell of the fireworks hitting wood and even people again.
The gods weren’t kind to their own.
They wouldn’t be kind to any other.
Techno wished it was different. But this…Getting betrayed. Getting betrayed by people that he formed alliances with and even a close relationship with some cut deeper than he thought it would.
The betrayal from Pogtopia and its people didn’t sting as much and it didn’t cut deep into his skin, into his blood.
Tommy’s did.
Tommy was apart of Pogtopia. Apart of its actions and thus got consequences as well.
It didn’t matter what kind of relationship they have had before, that was gone. Gods should have never trusted mortals and Techno should have never trusted that Tommy, a mortal, would stay and not betray and leave him.
The Blood God was foolish. It won’t happen again.
When Techno did return to his cabin out in the tundra he didn’t bother doing anything.
Christmas felt lonelier that year. Quiet. Dead .
Maybe he would be in peace and quiet during his hibernation since no one would bother him.
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Techno was wrong.
Because not even some months later he found the same teen buried in fresh snow and all bloodied just a couple feet away from the fence.
“Yes chat, I know that chat” Techno says after he was finally done taking care of Tommy’s wounds and what was most likely the start of hypothermia, still in the danger zone but not as deep as before.
Does this mean bedrock bros back together??
Brothers????
EeeEeeEeee
Yayayayyayaya
Techno rests his hands against his head, “Can you guys shut? Trying to focus on the dying teenager on my couch while you guys are talking my head off isn’t helpful”
And for once, for once chat was quiet and maybe a little helpful every now and then.
And if the Blood God wished to be in the company of a mortal then hopefully the Gods will let them.
But the Gods were never kind nor merciful.
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Standing in the community house, blown up and water pooling into the building due to the cracks and holes due to the explosion.
Debris in the water floating as the once clear blue pond turned a murky brown. This is such a mess…
Tommy couldn’t believe it! Surrounded by friends that he once fought together with! They thought he blew it up, blew up the community house—the oldest building on the server!!
He just wanted to shout out at them, he didn’t do this!
Techno looked around everyone was armored and ready—waiting for a signal to attack and fight them as water pools up to their knees at least
The invisibility pot wore off and he didn’t like this, it was an unfair fight but if one does break out then Techno wouldn’t mind killing and injuring a few of them.
It would be quick work honestly. A god versus a ‘few’ amount of mortals, it was going to be laughable.
He shook his head, clearing his thoughts and chat, Techno didn’t want to be acting out on their thoughts and opinions. Not yet at least.
Techno stood closer to Tommy and placed his hand on the blond’s shoulder, a silent comfort. “Just tell me Theseus.” He whispered.
Tommy couldn’t answer. His throat felt tight and dry, his mind racing as his stomach felt sick.
Tubbo had opened his ender chest and had the disc in his hand, folded inside red felt wrapped carefully around the fragile thing.
No way.
No way.
Tommy fought to be free. Fought Dream for their independence! Tubbo can’t just hand it back to that bastard.
“STOP!” He yelled, “Tubbo! Don’t give it to him!” He pleaded, Techno tighten his grip slightly on Tommy’s shoulder.
Tubbo glanced back to the blond before clearing his mind with a sigh, looking back at Dream, “Sorry Tommy..” he muttered, as he handed over the disc gently to Dream who took it eagerly.
Tommy froze, sounds of crossbows loading, explosions in the distance and then the feeling of metal clicking around his wrists. Tubbo and him were fighting that day, frantic shouting and insults hurtled to both of them. Sure they fought before but never like this.
His freedom is gone now. The freedom he fought for til the end. Gone because of Tubbo—his best friend…
Tommy couldn’t care about Tubbo’s expression filled with remorse and guilt.
“You gave it to him” Tommy started, as Tubbo looked down at him from where he was standing on the rubble with a small nod.
Tubbo sighed, reaching his hand out, “Come on Tommy, just come back.”
Tommy looked back at Techno who had gone still, thoughts of previous betrayal of alliances had filled his thoughts with chat’s chanting in his head.
“Techno..” Tommy whispered, holding his shield in a loose grip and the pinkette looked at him, his skull mask staring at him.
The others froze, their grips tightening on their weapons.
“Theseus.” Techno said, his hand resting on the handle of his sword, “Just tell me the word..” the piglin just hoped this wouldn’t end in betrayal.
Tommy stepped back and Techno places his hand on the teen’s back, “Lets go home..” he whispered, it felt weird to Techno, hearing the boy sound so soft and sad instead of loud.
Techno nodded, grabbing a cold enderpearl from one of his pockets and throwing it against the ground and with a the familiar sound of an enderman teleporting they were gone.
The god wasn’t betrayed again…
It felt nice…
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The fire was crackling with warmth as Techno came back with a mug of hot chocolate and holds it out for it to be taken by Tommy who was wrapped in a blanket while on the couch.
“Here, home-made” He said, and it took a moment but Tommy eventually grabbed the hot and steaming mug from Techno’s hands.
“Thanks—Thank you Techno…” Tommy sighed, the events from today still catching up to him, it was tiring— seeing your best friend and the people you were with for a nation fighting against you.
“Of course Theseus,” Techno hummed, placing his hand in blond unruly curls and ruffling it, “Anything.” And if the voices were chatting amongst theirselves Techno didn’t mind for once, it wasn’t annoying or hurting him.
Maybe everything wasn’t alright but Christmas was around the corner and maybe—just maybe for that signal day they would be.
And if the chilly night went on with the hounds making barely a noise outside in the snow with the polar bears and the horses the two would be fine.
And the two would be fine when they fell asleep on the couch to Techno plaiting small portions of Tommy’s hair while telling him stories of greek gods and goddesses and maybe even about great empires that used to still exist.
Even a couple days later when Tommy thought everything was going to shit when Dream showed up but left once again after Techno intervened.
Maybe this Christmas wouldn’t be the same as all the old ones but maybe it would turn out just as fine with two less people.
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Tommy didn’t really know what to give Techno for Christmas so hopefully the piglin wouldn’t mind reviving a knitted sweater from some wool.
Maybe it was his anxiety that was making him think that Techno wouldn’t like it or that he wouldn’t enjoy it because it wasn’t brought from a store in the village.
But Christmas day did come around and a fresh blanket of snow was on top of everything, the wolves were barking happily with the tree decorated outside with ornaments and canes.
Phil might be coming over if he can make his way across the ocean in a good amount of time while being on the run from house arrest in Lmanberg.
And Tommy has no clue where Ghostbur is but hopefully he’s safe with friend wherever that might be in this server.
“Theseus?” Techno asked, ruffling the blond’s hair and Tommy blinks out of his thoughts nodding. “I asked if you were ready to give gifts.”
Oh right..
“Yeah—Yeah, we can” Tommy answers, crossing his legs on the couch as Techno sits down next to him.
There was a couple moments of awkward silence before Techno coughed and held out a small white box and pushed his hands towards Tommy.
“It’s small, but I think you’d like it” The pinkette started, his tail curling around some of his leg nervously. “I thought because you like to steal stuff like the raccoon—“
“Hey!”
Techno rolled his eyes, “As I was saying, I thought it would match uhm—whatever—just open it.”
Tommy nodded, holding the white box in one of his palms as he took off the lid with his other hand. And oh—it’s amazing!
It’s a bracelet, golden chain with animals hanging from its side and an emerald imbedded in the middle.
“Techno—I…Thank you!” Tommy beamed, putting the bracelet carefully back down inside the box as he grabbed a bag and handed it to the other.
“Its bad, I didn’t know what to make you..” Tommy rambles on as Techno takes the sweater out of the bag, his tail untwisting from his leg as he carefully traced his fingers over some of the designs on the sweater.
“You did this?” Techno asks, his hands resting ontop of the sweater as he looks to Tommy who nods with his fingers intwined.
“I didn’t have any of my knitting patterns here and I tried to based it off of the northern lights, snow, and some of the animals here—if you don’t like it I can remake it or get you something else—“ Tommy’s hurried speech was cut off by Techno shaking his head.
“No, Theseus, this” Techno gestures to the sweater in his hands, “Is amazing, I love it…Thank you”
Oh he loved it…
He loved it!
“I—Really?!”
“Yes Theseus, really”
Christmas would be short that year and maybe not as extravagant as previous years but that didn’t matter to the two of them.
They had each other and maybe thats all Christmas was really about to them.