hey, this is a hermit!tommy fic. let’s get him back in here... at some point. oh! this is also chapter 15!
@petrichormeraki and @helleborusangel
Blacklist check. Attempting Entry: TheseusMC. Assigned roles: Helscraft Member, NSMP Member. Banned roles: None. Allowing Entry.
Theseus was surprised to see how undamaged the spawn area was. Even the surrounding land didn’t look that bad. He figured it was because it wasn’t in Hels. That was fine. The fact that it seemed calmer here meant this would be easy.
From his inventory, Theseus grabbed his mask and axe. He pulled his handkerchief up over his nose and then put his mask on, letting a single brown eye stay visible. He then held the axe so it rested on his shoulder before walking. Nightmare never stayed in one place, so this Dream person would likely be the same.
No matter, he would probably find him eventually, or the admin would get curious and come to him. Either way, he would find him. So Theseus started walking.
Blacklist check. Attempting Entry: EvilXisuma. Assigned roles: Helscraft Member, Hacker, Admin. Banned roles: None. Allowing Entry.
Xannes spawned in and looked around. The place was a little bit of a mess, but it wasn’t all that bad. It wasn’t like you were a step in the wrong direction away from being set on fire. Immediately he activated his present commands. The sky turned dark and started storming, lighting striking everywhere. Then he randomized a player and spawned in a mob, causing Xannes to get three messages sent to his helmet’s communicator.
JackManifold was blown up by creeper
<JackManifold> I WAS IN THE NETHER
Xannes chuckled before activating another command.
<CaptainPuffy> My stuff is suddenly just all gone
<CaptainPuffy> My inventory got wiped
And now how about a teleport or two?
Quackity fell from a high place
Ranboo suffocated in a block
He set up a few more commands and programmed it so they would play on loop while he went looking for the kids. He mostly ignored the messages coming in, instead focusing on trying to get the locations of the bots, but for whatever reason, something was stopping that. “Console? Who uses a console these days? They’re so… inefficient and clunky. Anyone who can get to it can use it. Hmm, though I suppose that would make things easier for me.”
The hels admin punched another command into his helmet and found the coordinates for the Console. He would teleport, but they often had tp protection or traps around them. Sometimes both. Plus Xannes had no clue what the nearby area would look like. So instead, he set his player-mode to creative and started heading off in that direction.
As he got closer to the location, Xannes looked at the ground below. It was covered with some sort of red… thing that seemed to be taking over the land. It honestly reminded him of the nylium war from a number of months ago. Obviously he couldn’t be sure how close it was to that, not having any experience with this particular problem. Plus, he wasn’t the admin, so he didn’t need to deal with it.
Xannes reached the coordinates and then paused. There was nothing here. Had he gotten them wrong? No, they were right. Even the y coordinate, so it wasn’t underground. But the console wasn’t here at all. It was just… missing. He ran the command again just to be absolutely sure that these were the coordinates.
The command calculated the answer, and then gave him new coordinates. Great, it had given him the wrong place. Xannes rolled his eyes before really reading the new numbers. It wasn’t too terribly far from here, so Xannes adjusted and started towards the correct location. But then it wasn’t there either!
A third attempt of the command and a third set of coordinates. This time Xannes took the time to put himself into spectator mode to give himself the extra speed. But even then, there was nothing. “This doesn’t make any sense!” He turned back to creative mode, nearly trapping himself in some blocks. “It’s a console! You can’t just carry them around with you! Unless this is something helping with the protection. That could be in. Leading me off on a wild goose chase so I can’t find it and give up. Well, it won’t stop me that easily!”
He started off back towards spawn, flying over any of that red stuff covering the ground. It started out with him just needing to jump over or hover for a second to avoid it, but as Xannes continued, it just covered more and more until he couldn’t take it anymore and went to see what the source was.
After a bit of travel, it seemed like Xannes was almost there. He could barely see an entrance, but the stuff, it looked like plants, were half covering it. He pulled out a weapon to try and cut the plants, only to move back when he ended up taking damage. “Alright… what is this? I should be fine in this player-mode.” He tried again to get the same result. He then spawned in some lit TNT and watched as the plants exploded leaving charred remains. Xannes went through the now clear opening and started going down the staircase that had been behind it, when it started getting significantly darker. Turning back around, he watched as the plants repaired themselves, pulling back together until they looked undamaged.
Xannes stared at the reformed plants for a few minutes before racing down the stairs. This was really unnatural. It was even to the point where he was considering just baling and saying it was a lost cause. As he attempted to dodge any plants hanging from the walls and ceiling, he instead managed to hit a tripwire and suddenly parts of the walls were moving in and out. The admin growled and stood in place for a second, before just using the commands to get rid of the moving blocks and continue to descend the steps.
He had almost reached the bottom when Xannes realized he could hear people talking. And it didn’t sound distressed, more like a run of the mill conversation. That probably meant whoever it was had been down here for a long time, or didn’t realize they could get out.
Finally, the stairs opened up into a room that attacked his eyes with red. The plants were covering the place, vines all over the floor and hanging down from the ceiling. The walls and floors were also made of netherbrick, crimson wood and red carpets further saturating the place with red. Xannes pulled out his sword to use as a stick to push vines out of the way. It took a bit of hopping about, but finally he was able to see the source of the voices.
There were a number of people surrounding a table. Using his helmet’s functions, he was able to get a better read on them. There was a demon, a cat hybrid, and two humans, one of them wearing some sort of mask. There seemed to possibly be other people, but none that he could get a good read on from all of the vines. Xannes moved a bit to get another look. Indeed there were more people, but one of them caught his attention most of all. It was Jrum.
Grumbot kept walking, getting closer to his- its charger. He- It was low on battery so he- it needed to plug back in. More of the infective plants were in the way, so a flint and steel was used to burn a path. Grumbot continued to light fires, ignoring the damage it took from walking through them. It was fine. The scorching could be cleaned if that was what was wanted. Perhaps it would not. Like the denting and the crack in its monitor.
Finally it arrived at the house. It ignored the dusty bed and instead stood next to the charger, staying in place as its battery filled. Now that it was charging, it could work. Weather was set to clear, unnatural mob spawning was turned off, teleporting was disabled, and more was done after that. It attempted to track the source of the issues, but only managed to find it was due to a hacker. That much was obvious from the start.
More programs started running before Grumbot realized what today was. Perhaps that was the source of the issues. A report was sent to the admin, giving him more details. An order came back and the robot continued to assess the issue, told to continue until he arrived.
It took time for the admin to appear, but he did indeed. Except he was dressed slightly differently. And there was an absence of admin powers for the world. There were indeed admin powers present on this person, but it was not the correct source.
The person stood staring, axe held in their hands. It was a material the robot was unfamiliar with. There was no such item listed in this world. Then they spoke. “You’re a robot.”
“Correct.” Grumbot answered in a fully monotone voice, confirming the sentence.
“How long have you been like that?”
“Since my creation.”
The person sighed. “Alright, well this should still work.” They moved and grabbed the robot by the antenna, but it didn’t want to be moved and pulled out a netherite sword, stabbing the person with it. “Fuck! It would be better if you didn’t fight back.”
“I am not to be removed from this place.”
“And why’s that?” The person asked, rolling their eyes.
“I have been ordered to stay here and wait for the admin.”
There was silence before the person spoke again. “But the admin is Dream.”
“Aren’t you Dream?”
“Then where is he?”
Tommy cursed as he nearly flew into yet another bee. Sure, walking would mean he didn’t suddenly launch himself face first into one of the fuzzy mobs, but it would also take forever to get back, and he needed to be in the shopping district yesterday. He would have loved to just send a message and get an emergency teleport, but when all his things had been taken in the first place, his comm had been included.
When he finally reached the end of the tunnel to the upside down, Tommy took just a second to breathe before using another rocket to fly to the shopping district portal. Fortunately nothing dangerous was around, so he was able to take a second break at the foot of the portal before stepping through. Being able to see a regular overworld was great, especially since it was home, but there was one last thing he needed to do. Tommy took a deep breath, and then screamed at the top of his lungs.
The moment Tommy started yelling, he started counting the seconds. He was able to keep screaming for about twelve seconds before he needed to breathe, then seven seconds after that, he was tackled to the ground by Grian.
“TOMMY WHAT’S WRONG?!”
“Ow! Not right in my fucking ear, bitch!” Tommy shoved Grian off of him. “And I needed to do something to get your fucking attention.”
“Why didn’t you just-”
“Message you? Can’t. Comm got stolen. Speaking of which, I didn’t come back here with you!”
“What? But you were here with us until a few minutes ago.”
“Wasn’t me. I’ve been stuck with your hels!version. Meanwhile mine’s been the one here!”
“Oh no! Tommy I’m so sorry we didn’t realize!”
“Don’t worry G, ‘s fine. Bitch got his Phil to trap me in prison for a bit, but I’m out now. Now where the fuck is he?”
Grian pulled out his comm. “Shoot, he left just before EX did.”
“And those are connected… why?”
“My best guess is he went to your old server like EX. He’s after the bots.”
“Why aren’t you in there instead?”
Grian’s feathers ruffled. “Because I can’t get in there. We’ve tested everyone at this point. We’re all blacklisted from the place. Even when I use my Watcher powers which shouldn’t be possible!”
“Yes! Phil, Techno and Tubbo couldn’t get in,” Grian quickly gestured to them, then himself. “I couldn’t, Mumbo definitely couldn’t. Same with Xisuma, Cub and Scar, Joe, heck, even Jellie couldn’t get in! It seemed EX was able to, and so was your duplicate, but that’s it.”
“Well, I just got here, what if I went?”
“No! I may have been having this conversation without you before, but I do not want you going there if you don’t have to.”
“If I can go as backup, I should.” Tommy crossed his arms.
“Tommy, I don’t really think that’s a good idea.” Tubbo spoke up. “I mean, I know you want to help and all, but that other guy seems to be dealing with it, and the server’s really changed since you were there last.”
“It’s still better than nothing! I know mostly what’s going on while Xannes has no fucking clue. And if you don’t, I can just call Mumza.”
Phil shook his head. “Do you even know how to do that?”
“Pretty much. I’m guessing it’s mostly the same. I’m just hoping she’s not a piece of shit like you were.”
“She’s not! Wait hey!”
“I meant the other you! But you weren’t the best guy yourself.”
“Tommy please don’t go.” Grian pleaded, taking Tommy’s hand. “You said you never wanted to go back.”
“Yeah, ‘cause I assumed one day you’d be able to get over there and grab Tubbo and maybe Ranboo. Possibly Big Q as well. Now you can’t get in and I might be able to. Why are you so against me going in there?!”
“BECAUSE I’M SICK OF LOSING MY FAMILY!” Grian shouted, unintentionally enhancing his voice with Watcher magic. I spent around eighteen years of my life making and losing family at every turn. The people I grew up with, the family I built, the people in Evo. I finally got to Hermitcraft and I started making a new family even though I know I’m going to lose it again! I haven’t been here that long! And then you showed up, and I was able to fix the bots, and I found NPG again, and then I found the family I lost. And now it’s falling apart again. I just want to hold on as long as I can before I lose even more.”
Tommy didn’t say anything as Grian shouted, slowly dissolving into tears. He just let his older brother shout at him and hug his and anything else he wanted to do. He could feel his shirt getting soaked from tears, but he didn’t care. He just softly spoke back. “Grian, I spent my life living in your shadow. I acted enough like you that Dad, Wil and Techno weren’t a fan of it. I got to the SMP and tried making friends, but they sort of fell apart, even a little bit with Tubbo and the whole exile thing. Then I got to hang with you and your kids and became part of the family before we even knew I was that from the start. Life fucking sucks sometimes, but I push through it cause that’s all I’ve really been able to do. And man, I don’t want to lose them either. Sure I’m their uncle, but they’re kinda also like my siblings. I want to go help them.”
Grian still looked conflicted, but then he sighed. “Okay… but you’re going to take this.” And suddenly a sort of communicator Tommy hadn’t seen appeared in Grian’s hand. “This was… a friend of mine’s. It was made to work in just about any situation. You’re going to send me messages any chance you get. If I don’t have one within five minutes, I’m going to use the doomsday option.”
“I’m sorry, the what?!”
“You said you were stuck in prison and hanging out with my double. You’re not there now, so I assume he isn’t either.” Tommy didn’t say anything, he just rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. “That’s what I thought. Look, if I can’t get in there with Watcher powers alone, I may have to get his help. If he were still trapped, I wouldn’t consider it on the risk that he would stay freed, but if he’s out, not like that’s a risk anymore.”
“He sort of seems like the person who would completely destroy the SMP.”
“And that’s why it’s called the doomsday option.”
Tommy just nodded and took the comm. “Alright then, let’s see if I can get in.”
Grian used his watcher powers again, and sent him to the SMP. He wasn’t stopped by any blacklist, and he arrived at the other side, still with all his gear.
Blacklist check. Attempting Entry: Tommyinnit. Assigned roles: Family Member, Uncle, Hermitcraft Member, DSMP Member Banned roles: Family Member, Uncle, Hermitcraft Member.
Exceptions check. Exceptions List found: Second_List_Exceptions. Name found. Allowing Entry.
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Wilbur, but he’s an Avian hybrid like Phil and Tommy.
words count: 1.5k+ (not a fic though!!)
His wings are big. Not as big as Phil’s but big nonetheless. They are a chocolatey brown color, turning tawny near the edges of the feathers. The feathers are long and silky, and anyone can tell he got them from Phil.
he likes to hide them beneath his clothing, seeing as they
1. tend to flare up when he’s lying/scared.
2. they get poofy after baths and when he’s cold and too many people have told him that its cute (”I’M NOT CUTE.” he would respond)
3. are *stupidly* ticklish (to be discussed later)
in his opinion, the only good things which they provide is being able to fly (very slightly, and he barely ever does it)
and they make him look more intimidating
During L’manberg’s era, he would let them be free from his clothing, and would often spread them out to look more intimidating in front of the Dream SMP
for Pogtopia, however, he would tape them to his back tightly and not let anyone see them. They make him look prideful and free, and in the midst of his insanity, he didn’t want them to be seen anymore.
When he blew up L’manberg, he asked Phil to kill him. Phil refused, and eventually hugged Wilbur close to him, singing whispery lil lullabies and managing to soothe Wilbur to sleep.
As he rubbed comforting circles on Wil’s back, he discovered the appendages; the feathers which Wil once took great care of were falling off, the bones were weak and the wings overall looked like they would fall off at a poke.
Wilbur woke up in Tommy’s house, with Tommy standing over him. Tommy’s eyes were red and puffy, but he still smiled weakly at Wilbur. Tommy also had his own wings, but they were small and soft, like a baby bird’s. They were a pale-light brown color with a hint of ginger near the bases.
Wilbur instantly opened the nearest chest, fishing out a gold sword and putting it into Tommy’s hands, begging him to kill him. Tommy ignored his pleas, instead taking out wool and dabbing it on one of Wil’s many arrow wounds.
Wilbur’s eyes started to tear up at the kind action. He manipulated Tommy, treated him poorly and used the kid as a punching bag both mentally and physically. And here he was, smiling up at Wil and caring for his wounds.
Tommy stood and Wil also stood, wrapping his arms around the boy’s middle in a hug and banging his back softly enough to feel like tapping. He sobbed into the red and white clothing, finally slowing his hitting and curling his fingers into the fabric. The feathers on his brother’s wings grazed his wrists lightly.
“W-why do you still care... I’ve done nothing but hurt you..” He cried out. The blonde’s hands drew comforting circles on his back which made him both melt and more hysterical. It was in that moment he realised his wings were free, the dark brown feathers were shriveled up and the once glossy sheen they held had turned dully and dirty. The sight of them disgusted him.
Tommy saw that Wil noticed the wings, so he purposefully let his fingers travel to the appendages and very lightly scratching and tracing at the feathers. A smile at once rose to Wilbur’s cheeks, bright and happy as unrestrained laughter started to break free.
“Ehehee, stohop it Tohommy! Ihit tihickles--”
“Thanks for letting me know, Big man! I never would’ve guessed.”
Wilbur was slow in accepting the fact that he was still cared about, and that he was free to wear his wings the way they are and be proud of it. He was still getting used to the fact that he wasn’t dead and that L’manberg wasn’t gone (being rebuilt)
A lot of people helped him; Tommy and Tubbo continued being the sweet kids they are (even if Tommy denies being sweet), Niki was always so kind to him and caring. He would go and visit Phil in the new L’manberg, watching it blossom with new strength from Tubbo’s leadership. He would go and visit Techno from time to time.
Fundy wasn’t sure how to feel about it. He and Wilbur avoided each other for some time after Wil blew up L’manberg. Wilbur was troubled by this but let his son be; he waited to be approached first. And eventually, he was. Fundy looked serious and slightly upset.
“When I needed you most, you went off and nearly got yourself killed..”
He and Fundy hugged it out; Wil apologized for being such a shit father. Fundy found it in his heart to forgive Wilbur. It was a lil reluctant at first, but then they started to grow closer.
Wilbur and Quackity got along surprisingly well; they would get up to trouble together and were partners in crime. Wilbur liked Quackity; he was funny and carefree and a great pleasure to be around. The duck hybrid would pull Wil into all of his shenanigans.
At some point, though, Tubbo realized that Wil rarely smiled. He rarely smiled or laughed, and when he did it was empty and dull. So the ram hybrid made it his job to make Wil smile.
He made all sorts of things, traps for other people, random images placed all over the place. But they only got amused huffs or snorts from Wil. Finally, Tubbo decided to try something from personal experience.
Tommy had wings. They were fluffy, soft, and (in all honesty) useless. But, for Tommy, his wings are very ticklish. There is a certain spot on the inner base of them which, if scratched at, would kill him. He would squeal and spasm and cackle like crazy.
Tubbo wondered if it was the same for Wil, and if not then it would be really awkward. If Wilbur wasn’t ticklish in that one spot, then he could just say that he wanted to touch them.
still awkward nonetheless.
“hey, Wil!!” He would approach the avian hybrid. Wilbur would turn, no smile on his face but a welcoming, content look.
“Can I touch your wings?”
The brunette raised an eyebrow at Tubbo, hesitating briefly. Then he gave a nod. As Tubbo reached out to touch them, he couldn’t help but realize how much more cared for they were after they were discovered. The feathers had grown back, healthy. The color was a strong dark brown again, with the familiar section of tawny at the edges.
Tubbo let his fingers travel over the soft feathers. Wilbur stiffened from the feeling, Tubbo couldn’t tell whether it was because he was ticklish, or if it hurt, or if Wilbur was uncomfy with it.
A quick glance at the brunette’s face answered the question. He was obviously biting back a smile, and Tubbo couldn’t help a smirk grow on his face; now that the cat’s out of the bag, it was time to wreck wilbur.
His fingers traveled to the inner bases of Wil’s wings, suddenly digging into the feathers and a small part of his back with surprising mercilessness.
The shriek which escaped Wilbur was one he would deny until the day he died. He arched his back and cackled loudly, the feeling amazingly overwhelming and sending ticklish shockwaves up his spine.
He tried to squirm away from the ram hybrid, but Tubbo snaked an arm around his waist, pulling him back and forcing him still. The wings flapped like crazy, also trying to escape the feeling. But the base of his wing isn’t going anywhere, it was stuck there.
Tubbo scribbles on the soft feathers, provoking a small squeal from Wil, and dug his fingertips in the spot where his wings met his back. The poor brunette was squealing and bucking and cackling, trying desperately to get free from the feeling but it didn’t work at all.
“What’s up Wil?”
At the word, Tubbo backed off, a guilty look on his face.
“I-I’m sorry, I just wanted to make you laugh and--”
“..Tubbo....” Wilbur’s quiet and slightly breathless voice cut him off. Tubbo turned to him, hoping he didn’t make the other upset. What he saw forced a fond smile on his face. Wil was looking to the side, his wings stretched out and looking away with an embarrassed look.
“...You don’t have to stop..”
and the happy cackles and squeals filled the air once again :3
another thing which happens to him quite often involving tickles and his wings is when he’s hugged from behind.
affection (especially physical) has become his favorite thing. He loves hugs and cuddles, and even lil platonic kisses. Comfort, petting his hair and stroking his wings, tickles he. loves. it.
and everyone knows he loves it.
so, like good friends, they give him what he wants. But one time, he was hugged from behind (undecided who hugged him) and they nuzzled into his wings. He let out a sudden squeal, scaring the person off. But they soon returned after figuring out what had just happened, and poor lil wilby was wrecked /lh
this was more than i expected it to be gfhdfhdj--
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