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munchkin1156 · 8 months
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I have fallen (but have faith, for I shall rise once more)
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Borrower Techno with rest of sbi as god's? More likely than you think :D
2.2k words for part one, definitely going to make a part two because I'm not about to LEAVE y'all on a cliffhanger like that.
(Cw: Blood, injuries, mention of death (non happens) swearing, angst, accidental fearplay and Techno passes out due to blood loss.)
Hope you enjoy my (technically) first addition to the mcyt g/t community from my user!
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Technoblade wasn’t like other borrowers.
Other borrowers didn’t have voices in their heads, who screamed at him for blood, grew emotionally attached to the most random things, or know things that helped him evade capture multiple times.
Other borrowers didn’t have memories that never existed, searing into his brain at moments when he loses themselves, of friendships with beings of power, of him being a being of power, of falling from the clouds for a crime he did not do.
When his sword is stained red from those who wronged him, then in his head it rings. When the voices, or as he called them, Chat, started chanting. It never made sense, what they chanted.
Blood for the blood god
And it scared him, not knowing what it meant. But he couldn’t dwell on it now, just like he couldn’t dwell on it yesterday. He was a borrower, and that meant he needed to borrow.
Techno stepped outside of the comfort that was the shelter that he had been using for the past week. Being a wandering borrower, he didn’t have a home, exactly. He wandered from place to place, travelling lightly and swiftly, being able to escape at a moment's notice.
He had bases in some places, so he could restock and rest for a bit, but he was exploring a new area and that came with the consequence of not knowing where safety lay, so if a bean were to see him, he might not be able to get out of there fast enough.
But it wouldn’t come to that. Techno was an amazing borrower, and his motto was literally ‘Technoblade never dies’. He started walking through the long grass, humming to himself. He wouldn’t get caught, he was certain of it.
So why did he feel so uneasy?
. . .
“Hey- Hey! Stop it!” He whispered, whipping his sword out as an act of defence. The crow squawked defiantly but didn’t stop trying to pick him up with its beak.
Techno groaned. Crows were always nice to him, and they were one of the few things that gave him those memories other than blood. 
Memories of black wings surrounding him, feeling safety and warmth, and when he looked into those eyes-
Other things that did this were music, especially guitars or discs, the colour red, and that one statue. It had been in some rich fucker’s garden, and from what he had overheard the people in it were gods, whatever that was.
Their names, according to the beans he had been eavesdropping on, were Philza, Angel of Death, a golden blonde man with large black crow wings, a fatherly expression on his face as he stared at Soot, the god of music and chaos, a brunette who was laughing and ruffling the hair of Innit, god of discs and the wilderness.
And, standing a little bit away from the others, was a statue with its head gone. According to one of the beans, it was because they had been banished from the kingdom above, for a crime so terrible, and therefore been erased from history.
He also heard them say that it turned out to be an accident, that DreamXD, had framed him. But by that time it was discovered, it was too late, and he had been cast down, though it is said those three gods still search for him, in the hopes that they could bring him back.
They said his name was Blade, the god of war and blood. And that’s how he got his name. 
Technoblade.
And, another funny thing is, no matter how hard he sees those gods as Philza, Soot, and Innit, like the man described, some hidden part of his mind changes that to Phil, Wilbur, and Tommy. But that was beside the point.
The point was, that no matter how nice the crows were to him, they kept trying to take him somewhere.
Usually, they’d stop if he complained or shouted, or drew his sword (never intending to kill, just to scare them off) and they’d stop. But this one was even more persistent, and Techno realised now that he’d either have to fight it (something he would like to avoid if possible, he liked crows and they sometimes brought him gifts) or run.
He chose the latter, dashing to the side the moment the crow grabbed him. It squawked in outrage and Techno realised that it couldn’t chase after him on foot, with its legs like sticks. Birds were meant to fly, not walk.
‘Looks like I win this time, eh?’
He thinks, grinning to himself. The crow that he escaped from cawed loudly, and he only had a split second to wonder what that could mean before another crow SWOOPS down out of nowhere and yoinks (he’s not even sure what that word means but it seems about right for this situation) him up in its claws.
He had jinxed it. Techno didn’t believe in superstition, but he was certain that was what had happened.
The pinkette struggled in the crow's grasp, desperate to get free before it took him to… Well, wherever it was taking him. But it was no use. He wondered why it was so determined to bring him wherever it was going. Techno supposed he’d find out, soon enough.
Eventually, after a few minutes of flying, the borrower noticed something very, very strange. The crow was taking him up. And by that, he meant really, really high up. The world below was barely visible, as they went higher and higher, through the clouds.
And once they came out of the clouds, Techno couldn’t believe his eyes.
“The kingdom above… Fucking hell it’s real…”
He muttered to himself in awe. It was made out of pristine white shining material that might’ve been made out of the clouds themselves, with magical glowing lanterns floating in the air.
Techno’s first thought was that it belonged to the ruler of this kingdom, or at least some kind of person in power, I mean it was so fine and well-kept that it had to be, right? Wrong.
On closer inspection, he realised that the people walking down below were… Normal. This was a normal town here, and these were normal civilians.
The crow flew past it though, taking Techno with it. Its wingbeats never slowed, and it showed no sign of tiredness. This was no ordinary crow, he was sure of it.
And this was no ordinary place. Chat had stopped talking altogether, and his mind felt as if it was his own, at last. It was as if someone wanted him to be peaceful, but that was silly since he was literally getting kidnapped by a bird.
What a great day Techno was having, right?
Aaaaand now the crow was flying down, towards three people that looked awfully familiar, but he just couldn’t put his finger on it and then-
Oh fuck that’s Philza, Soot and Innit. He’d recognize them anywhere, after the incident with the statue. Oh, he’s fucked. He’s going to die, oh stars he needs to get out of this mess-
‘But aren’t the gods his family?’
He brushed that thought off with a shudder. Why on earth did he keep thinking stuff like that!? It didn’t make any sense, and you better believe that he was gonna get to the bottom of this.
Not today though. He was about to get caught by some of the most powerful beings in the entire universe, and he’d actually rather not. He valued his life, after all. So he did what any self-respecting borrower would do and fucking stab the bird.
Techno hadn’t particularly wanted to stab the crow. As he might’ve mentioned before, he liked crows. There just hadn’t been another choice. 
And it had worked.
The crow dropped him with a screech, alerting the three gods immediately. Their gazes fell on the bleeding crow who flew over to them with a lot of effort and landed on Philza’s outstretched arm. It healed almost instantly.
But the pinkette didn’t know any of this, because he happened to be falling when that situation had played out. And when Techno hit the ground, he felt his body scream out in pain and his head ring in agony.
The world around him felt loud and blurry. His head seemed to be sticky with what he could only assume was blood. He forced himself to stand, he needed to get out of here, needed to be safe-
Chat was back now,  just as incoherent and jumbled as his thoughts, and from what he managed to make out, delusional. They kept saying something about… Dadza? Who the hell was- Oh. Wait what!?
So Chat was no help. 
Techno winced. He couldn’t think, everything was just so loud and it hurt so damn much and he couldn’t understand and oh fuck did one of the Gods? beans just spot him and oh no they’re all walking towards him now.
The borrower’s eyes widen, and he couldn’t help but shrink back as the three gods towered over him, eyeing him over with such a strange expression of hope and longing that made Techno wonder if he actually was delusional.
The silence was broken when one of the gods, Innit, spoke up, voice breaking slightly and eyes glazed, as if holding back tears.
“Holy shit… Is it him? Like, really him?”
Philza responded, managing to sound calm and yet so desperate that it made Techno’s cold heart shatter, though he was not sure why.
“I don’t know Tommy (wait WHAT-), why don’t we ask him instead of talking over his head?” The angel of death suggested, and now they were all staring at him again, possibly even more intensely than before.
“So,” Philza said curiously. “Who are you, why did you stab my crow and why did it try to bring you here?”
There was no malice in his voice, it was just confusion and subtle amusement, but that just made Techno’s nerves worse. The only reason he could think of that would involve the god being amused about his half-dead state was-
Oh fuck, were they going to torture him?
“I’m Technoblade,” He said, after a few moments of hesitation. The pinkette ignored the sharp gasp of air from above, acting like he didn’t hear it, because he did not want to think of why the god might be shocked, and instead continued.
“I stabbed your crow because I was about to get seen (and look how that ended up) and I have no clue why it brought me here.” Techno knew it was not a smart idea to lie to a god, and he was anything but stupid. His injuries throbbed painfully, but the gods either didn’t notice or didn’t care.
Techno wasn’t about to guess which one…
After a very long while (in which Techno was trying his absolute hardest not to die on the spot) Soot spoke up. “So that’s a- a yes, then? It’s him?” He asked, voice cracking slightly. “Yes, Wilbur, (WHAT THE FUCK) It’s really him.”
The borrower didn’t have time to question what in the world he meant by that, because at that moment  Philza reached down, and Techno realised what was about to happen a second too late.
He scrambled backwards as the hand came towards him, absolutely terrified out of his wits, but the god paid no mind to that, plucking him off the ground by his waist easily. 
Techno struggled in his grasp but fell limp almost immediately. There was no way he was escaping from Philza, even though he wanted to, and besides, it just made his injuries worse. The tight grip the god had him in didn’t help either.
“What do you want from me!?”
He shouted, glaring at the gods, though it quickly fell as he remembered how easily they could crush him. Soot made a small noise (pity?) but he ignored it. “You- you really don’t remember us?” Asked Innit, with a look of despair on his face.
‘Remember you? I’ve never seen you before in my life!’ 
Not in this one you haven’t.
 Responded one of the voices, before it faded back into the clutter of noise. “Chat?” Philza asked, and Techno almost responded with ‘Yeah, it’s making no sense…’ when he remembered that he never told them about Chat.
Something clicked behind Soot’s eyes, and he spoke up. “So you really don’t know who we are… Right?” Techno nodded. Where exactly was (Wilbur) Soot going with this? “So that means…” “Means what? I’m not about to sit around all day waiting while you give me half-formed answers,” the borrower responded, with more challenge in his tone than was wise.
It’s not like you could stop them from doing that…
Said another one of those loud voices unhelpfully. ‘Thanks a lot…’ He thought to himself irritatedly and stared at Soot expectantly, which was harder than it seemed because his eyes kept unfocusing, and the corners of his vision were blurry and stained red. ‘Blood?’
“Listen, Technoblade, I don’t know what species you think you are, but…” He hesitated again, before continuing.
“You're a god, and our brother, at that.” Soot paused, and then started saying something more. “I’m so glad we finally found you, we’ve-”
But Techno didn’t get to hear what they’d done, the blood loss had finally caught up to him, and he passed out, darkness now surrounding him as he finally drifted into a dreamless sleep.
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Aaaaaand that's it, folks! Great ending we got there, right? Hope you liked it :] Big thanks to Beckyu for helping me choose how to end it, and start next chapter.
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i-am-beckyu · 9 months
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Just out of Reach, but Never out of Sight
AWWWWW YEAH! HERE SHE IS BOIS!!! THE LOOOONG AWAITED CHAPTER 3!!!! I have reread and changed this so many times but finally I’m happy with it and ready to move onto the next part!!! (there are so many bits I’ve written and cut and pasted into different parts for future chaps it’s not funny lol) As always, thank you to @a-xyz-s for beta reading and your feedback! (love you!/p)  And thanks to Brick and Squishy for help on some earlier chapter issues! Thanks besties ❤️ Anyways, ENJOY!
Chapter 3
chapter 1, chapter 2 cw: general fear, panic and anxiety, fear of death, child abuse/neglect, comfort and allllll the fluff!!!! word count: 3692
Disclaimer! This story is based on the characters of the Dream SMP and not the real life content creators. Anything that occurs in this story is purely fiction and should be treated as such. Thank you.
Phil smiled fondly from his place in the bedroom doorway, as he watched his eldest give Tommy the small cow plushie. 
How could one little boy be so endearing? 
He thought back to that afternoon when he’d first found the young boy. It had been a simple day at the office. Nothing out of the ordinary, just the usual paperwork and filing he couldn’t do at home. It should’ve been a simple walk home too, but when the sound of heavy breathing had caught his ear, he hadn’t expected to turn and see a kid with messy blonde hair running straight towards a street light. “Hey kid, slow down!” He had tried to warn, but the kid seemed too lost in thought and charged forward anyways. “Hey wait, stop!! You’re going to hit the-“ 
He didn’t even get to finish the sentence before a loud thunk echoed into the air, as the kid crashed into the pole, causing them to backpedal from the impact, and down to the ground. He rushed forward crouching down to be eye level with the kid and quickly began to look them over.
“Are you alright mate?”
The kid's head snapped up, blue eyes meeting his own, widening at the acknowledgment of his presence. 
 “Ah, mate? You with me?”
As if a switch was flicked, the kid frantically scrambled back with a loud scream, a look of pure terror painted across their face. 
Phil’s heart ached at the sight.
 “Hey, hey it’s alright. I’m not going to hurt you.” He said, hands up placatingly so the kid could see he meant no harm. 
The kid curled in on themselves as their breathing began to grow irregular and shallow.
“Shhhh shhh it’s okay! I need you to take deep, slow breaths for me. Can you do that?” Phil asked, coming closer. 
 The kid took a few sharp breaths in, presumably trying to do as he had asked.
“In for 3, out for 3.” he instructed, as he began to rub the kids back up and down to help time their breathing.
The kid flinched at the initial contact, but didn’t shy away.
“There you go. You’re doing so well mate.”
 Slowly, the kids' breathing began to even out and as they focused on regulating their breathing.
“My name’s Philza, but you can call me Phil. What’s your name?”
 The kid tensed slightly at the question, but immediately melted back into Phil’s touch as he continued to rub their back. How adorable.
“T-Tommy.” The kid –Tommy said shakily.
It took a few minutes to fully calm Tommy down, but eventually he settled enough to find out why he had been so focused on running. That had been a mission in itself to get them to open up about it, but he had managed to find out that Tommy was lost and was concerned about losing something important. 
 What that thing was, Tommy wouldn’t say and had started to hyperventilate at the mention. He had quickly reassured him that he was okay and that he just wanted to help, inviting him to come back to his place where he could better do so. 
 It was slightly worrying how quickly the kid had agreed to coming home with him though... 
 Tommy even almost seemed eager to go when Phil mentioned that he lived only a street over from where they were. From terrified to willingly to follow a stranger was uh, interesting to say the least. 
 And the way they acted coming home; staring at objects with so much wonder and intrigue while adorable was concerning.
 Who knew where this kid had come from to act like that? 
 He would have to worry about contacting Tommy’s guardians if he had any later. Kid had been through enough and needed the rest. He smiled as Wilbur closed the door quietly to the Guest room, noticing the fondness in his gaze as he turned and made his way back to his own room. In the morning, he’d introduce Technoblade to Tommy and hopefully get him to open up some more. Then they’d be able to get a better run down on the kid and what the best course of action would be.
At least that’s what he thought they’d do…
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 Tommy felt different when he woke up. 
 The last thing he remembered was falling asleep on something really soft, holding something really fluffy.
 Huh, Strange. 
 He doesn’t remember his bed being this nice.
 Slowly, he peaked an eye open to find himself in what appeared to be a plush cave. 
 Well this was the weirdest dream he’d ever had.
 Figuring it was a dream (because what else would this be), Tommy began to search for an exit. Might as well explore whatever dreamworld he was in while it lasted. 
 It took a bit, but eventually he spotted a sliver of light creeping in from a crevice above and made his way across the weird, uneven surface. It was far too soft to try and walk across properly, as his feets just kept sinking down with his weight. Not to say he didn’t like it, it was just strange to be on so much uneven ground.
 Geez dreams are weird. 
When Tommy reached the crevice, he began to climb up finding the side wall was actually some kind of nice fabric. Pity he couldn’t have fabric like this in reality. A bed made from this would be heaven! 
 But upon breaching the surface, it was only then that he realised where he was.
 He glanced around at the ‘not cave’, realisation hitting him with the sight of the light green bedding from the guest room bed. But what really grabbed his attention was the cow plushie resting in the middle of the messed up pile of sheets. All the memories of the day prior came rushing back full force.
Oh.
So that part hadn’t been a dream. He really had talked to the Human Beans. 
But then that would mean…..
Tommy patted himself over, up and down, even pinching himself to check that he was in fact awake. 
 He was back to his normal size. 
3 whole glorious inches of pure normal TommyInnit.
But how? 
 He was sure that he was going to be stuck Bean size forever, but here he was. 
 Tommy’s head spun with a million questions. 
 What if growing in size was a dream and I’m just waking up? But I have the cow plush which means I was given it. But maybe I did succeed in getting it, and I just left it in the guest room? But the bed sheets are messed up so clearly someone has slept in here so why would I be here now?
 Trying to shake the growing list of questions in his head, Tommy tried to focus on the things at hand. He would worry about what had happened later. Right now he needed to get back home.
 He made his way to the side of the bed closest to the wall, and stared down. 
 Hidden in the corner behind the bed leg, was a tunnel entrance. The tunnel itself led to his home, just tucked within the corner wall of Wilbur’s bedroom right next door. It would be difficult without his equipment, but he could get down in mostly one piece. 
 Maybe… Steeling himself, he turned around and began to slowly descend down the side of the bed, before momentarily stopping and climbing back up. 
 Well he couldn’t just leave the cow plush behind! Not after all the trouble it had caused from his maybe real-not real dream. 
 It really needs a name. Henry sounds nice. 
 After ‘gently’ dropping Henry down to the floor, Tommy was about to resume his descent down before suddenly the sound of someone approaching made their way to the guest room door. 
 Tommy knew those pretentious footsteps anywhere.
‘Knock’
‘Knock’
‘Knock'
“Tommy, are you up? Dad’s made breakfast.” The muffled voice of Wilbur drifted through the closed doorway.
Well that answered it then. 
 Definitely NOT a dream.
“Tommy? Are you awake?”
Tommys’ heart pounded against his chest. 
Oh Prime. They knew he existed. They actually knew!!!
“Tommy?” Wilbur knocked again, concern lacing their voice.
They can’t know. You’re dead if they know.
“Tommy? You okay in there?”
Get back to the walls.
“Tommy?”
Run Tommy. He’s going to enter and then he’ll see what you are. 
“Tommy, I’m going to come in on the count of 3 okay?”
Please…
“1”
Don’t,
“2’
Come,
  “3”
 Tommy dropped to the floor behind the bed leg just as the door opened, his heart pounding in his chest as he gripped his shirt to try and ground himself.
 “Tommy? Tommy where- Tommy are you in here?” 
 With bated breath, Tommy slowly peaked his head out to get a better look at his situation. Of course all he could see was Wilbur's stupid fancy shoes (seriously? It’s like 9am and he’s wearing those pretentious shoes at home?) but more importantly, he could hear the panic rising in Wilbur’s voice at his sudden disappearance.
 “Dad- Dad, the kid’s gone!” 
 Tommy watched as Wilbur frantically ran out of the room to find Phil. 
Oh Prime he’d made him worried. He’d F***** made Wilbur worried about him…
No. No this was for the best. 
 He needed to leave while he still could. Especially now that he’s small again. Him staying would be nothing but more trouble for the Crafts. 
 “What do you mean he’s gone?” Phil’s voice trailed to Tommy from the kitchen. 
 “He can’t have just disappeared.”
Oh f***. Now he’d made Phil worried too.
“Wilbur, did you check all the rooms? He couldn’t have just left?”
The panicked footsteps of Wilbur returned and Tommy watched with guilt rising from his gut as Phil’s green slippers walked past with Wilbur's shoes by the guest room door.
 “But what if he left during the night Dad? It’s not like he can’t unlock the window with the keys still in the lock?”
 “I doubt we would have slept through that mate. If not us, definitely not Techno.” The concern in Phil’s voice seemed to increase with every word.
 He- he was, making them more worried. 
 Like really REALLY worried about him. 
 But, they just met? They shouldn’t care like that? 
 Not for him anyways… right? 
 He’s just some dirty street kid in their eyes, which isn’t entirely wrong but surely Beans don’t just care for people like that? Well maybe they would for other Beans but for Tommy? He’s not even the right size for that to be even slightly true right now. 
 If they found him in his weak, small helpless Borrower form, he’d be done for!
And if things couldn’t get worse for the Borrower, that's when Tommy felt it. His entire body began to tingle with an unfamiliar sensation and suddenly, he felt himself growing. 
“S***, S***, S***!” 
 Tommy was sprinting to get out from under the bed as he felt himself growing in the cramped up space. He’d barely stumbled forward before hitting his head with a thump beneath the bed's wooden frame. 
 “What was that?” 
 Tommy’s blood froze as the set of footsteps thundered down the hallway towards him. He scrambled back as far as he could, cupping his hands over his mouth to muffle any unwanted noises escaping himself as the green slippers reappeared in his vision; exasperated breathing filling the eerie silence. 
 He remained completely still, as Phil presumably scanned the room before the elder let out a sigh and moved towards the door. 
 Tommy let out a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding, as he watched the retreating shoes leave. 
 That had been close. 
 Too close…
 ‘It’s okay, Phil didn’t find you. I’ll just stay here and wait till they all leave and work out how to shrink again and then-’
“Hi mate.”
Tommy shrieked in surprise, hitting his head on the bed frame in the process. 
 Phil was down on the floor looking straight at him with concerned bright blue eyes, a hand up in surrender and an amused smile. 
How had he not noticed him get down on the floor?! 
 He’d just watched him leave for Primes sake!
 “Woah woah, it's alright Tommy just breathe.” 
 Tommy scrambled back as far as he could. Even though it was cramped, he was still small enough Bean size to put a little distance between them. 
 “Stay away from me.” He growled, trying to mask his fear in attempts to make the blonde leave. 
 Even though he had meant to leave, in the Beans' eyes, it had appeared like he’d tried to run away. If he came out now, he’d probably be punished for trying to pull such a stunt. He didn’t want that…
Not from Phil.
“Tommy shh, shh. It’s alright. I’m not going to hurt you.” Phil tried to soothe, crawling ever so slightly closer.
 “Stay back.” Tommy spat, pushing further against the wall. 
He could feel where Henry was squashed against him and his enlarged limbs with the wall. He felt bad for the little plushie, but that was far from his concerns right now.
  “Why didn’t you respond when we were calling for you? We were so worried you’d left.”
Worried, he’d left? Really?
“Normally when you help someone out, they respond when someone knocks to let them know breakfast is ready. Not have the host worry about their guests' whereabouts and find them hiding beneath the bed.”
 Tommy kept pushing himself further into the corner and his wall entrance. 
 He knew it. 
 He’d f***** up. 
 Phil shouldn’t have even found him! He didn’t mean to grow again, he just wanted to get back in the walls. But then they’d have been worried anyway and now Phil was pissed at him for not responding and being under the bed and now-
“Tommy- Tommy breathe. It’s alright. You’re not in trouble.”
 The confused look on Tommy’s face must have said it all, because Phil explained.
 “Tommy, it's okay. You’re not in trouble for doing any of that. I was just worried, okay? Wil and I both were. We thought something might have happened to you and we wanted to check you were okay.”
 Tommy took a shaky breath in and stared at Phil. There was a chance he was lying, but it was hard to believe from the gentle smile the older man was pointing his way.
“Would you mind if I join you?” Phil asked timidly. “I can stay here if you prefer, I’d just like to talk.”
 “Dad! Dad! Dad! He’s not anywhere in the house he’s- uh… why are you on the floor?” 
Wilbur. Right. 
 He’d managed to worry him too hadn’t he? 
“Wilbur, could I get you to wait outside for me? Kinda in the middle of something here.” The man said, turning his head awkwardly to presumably look at his son. 
 “Is he - under the bed?” 
 Tommy could only imagine Wilbur was pointing down at him from where he stood with a stupid look of confusion on his face. He rolled his eyes at the thought.
 “Yeah he’s fine. Just, can you give us a minute?”
 Without another word, Tommy watched as the obnoxious brown shoes retreated from the guest room, the door slowly closing after with a soft click. 
“So about joining you under the bed?” 
Tommy drew his attention back to Phil. 
 Phil really didn’t seem like he was going to grab him and pull him out and punish him or hurt him if he came under. Not that it mattered even if he didn’t. 
He wouldn’t be escaping any time soon as it was in his current state…
  With a timid nod, Phil’s smile brightened ever so slightly and he crawled his way under the bed. There certainly wasn’t enough space for the grown man to do so, but regardless he stuffed himself under, joining the boy in the cramped space.
“You know, Wilbur and Techno used to play hide and seek in here all the time.” Phil said as he tried to get situated.
 “This used to be one of their favourite hiding spaces until they got too big to hide under here. I’m surprised I actually made it under here at all.” he said with a chuckle.
 Tommy bit his lip. 
 The sight of Phil was rather funny. If anyone were to look at the scene from beyond the bed, it would be a rather silly sight to see the grown man attempting to fit, but Tommy couldn’t help but linger on the thought of the twins playing hide and seek. 
 He’d never been allowed to join in such games with the other Borrower children. Or when they had let him, he’d always hide, but never be found. It got to a point where he wouldn’t even try to hide to just have someone find him.
 It became pretty clear they had no intentions to do so.
“You alright?” Phil said, breaking his thoughts. “Something you want to talk about?”
 “Uh no no I’m fine. Just thinking about something unimportant.” 
Me, he thought bitterly.
“Okay well I was coming to invite you to breakfast but if you’d prefer to stay here we can. I’d just like to get a better idea of helping you get home and find that thing you were after is all.” 
 Phil watched how Tommy’s face perked up at the mention of food but deflated when it came to home or talking about what he was after. Maybe he’d run away from home, trying to get away from a bad situation? But then again he was after something, so that could mean anything. 
At least food seemed like an in with Tommy.
“How about we start with where your parents are, yeah? I’m sure they’re worried about you.” 
 “Ain’t got any.” Tommy stated flatly. 
 “They abandoned me when I was a baby.”
 “Oh.” 
Phil didn’t miss how blank Tommy’s face was at the statement.
“Are you staying with anyone else at the moment?” 
Surely someone had been looking after this child? 
“I had some people looking after me for a while, but they kicked me out when I was 13. Been looking after myself ever since.” Tommy finished with a shrug, as if the information shouldn’t be surprising. 
 But judging by the horrified look on Phil’s face, that clearly hadn’t been the answer he’d been after so he was quick to add,
 “I don’t need anyone! I’m a Big man and waaay more capable than you can imagine Big Man. Been looking after myself for the past 3 years, easy peasy.”
“You’re 16?” 
 Tommy shifted nervously under Phil's disbelieving gaze.
3 years. 
For 3 years this child had been on his own. Tommy didn’t look anywhere close to 16 years old. He knew he was skinny and malnourished based on appearance alone, but for 16 he was way worse than what he first thought. Maybe he was lying about his age? He looked like he could be 13, maybe 14 at most now, but clearly he had not been doing okay if he could see his ribs poking through his shirt. Perhaps not eating stunted his growth?
“Do you- have you had somewhere to stay?” Phil asked hesitantly. He didn’t want Tommy to run off if the reason he was on his own was because of past potential abuse.
 “I do. I’ve switched houses a few times and I’m currently in this nice place at the moment.”
 Tommy paused, looking away almost shamefully before continuing.
 “Though I’m not sure y- um my, uh- neighbours will want me around when I go back. They probably think I’m a pest like you do right now; wasting your time under the bed.”
 “Oh no no Tommy! I don’t think that at all!” Phil was quick to reassure. 
 “You’re not a pest! Who the f*** ever told you you were?”
 Tommy looks away in shame.
 “Tommy look, you just got spooked waking up in an unfamiliar setting right? We didn’t mean to frighten you. We just got concerned when you didn’t respond. I don’t mind being under the bed if you feel safer here.”
 Phil watched as Tommy took what he said in, the gears turning in the blonde boy's head. Phil had to suspect that something had to have happened to him more than just getting kicked out of home if his first instinct was to hide.
 “You’re not mad that I hid?” Tommy asked timidly.
 “No, not at all. We just want to help you get back home and find that thing you were trying to find yesterday.”
 Tommy relaxed a little at this but not completely. There was still some uncertainty in his gaze but Phil didn’t want to overstep.
Baby steps Phil. Baby steps.
“I’m sure whatever it is we can help you find it. Maybe if we call your neighbours they could come-”
“NO.” the boy snapped, eyes wide, but just as quickly reeled back as he realised his outburst, instead reiterating himself.
“Uh I mean, no. No, there's no point calling them. I don't have their uh- names to call.”
Phill blinked at him.
“...sure mate, it’s fine.”
“Besides,” Tommy continued.
 “I know my way back to them once I get to um the- the park.” 
“Oh that’s not far from here. We can take you back there after breakfast if you like?” Phil offered with a small smile and something sad behind his gaze. Not that Tommy noticed as he mentally slapped himself. 
“Oh um, thank you.” 
Did Tommy feel bad about lying through his teeth? 
 Yes. Yes he did. 
 But he couldn’t exactly tell Phil that he lived in his walls and that he, Wilbur and Techno were his neighbours. But lying and saying he can get home once he’s taken to the park? 
TOMMY YOU FLIPPEN DUMBA** DON’T SAY THAT!! 
Now he’s going to be taken to the park, AWAY from his actual home! That’s exactly what he doesn't want to happen!!!
“Well how do you feel about some breakfast then? I made waffles.” 
 “That would be nice, thanks.”
How does he keep getting into these situations?
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ANNNNNNNNNND! THAT’S A WRAP ON CH 3!!! LETS GOOOO Thanks for reading to the end if you did. I really appreciate it and hope you enjoyed <3 I used so many italics..... but even though this took ages to get out, I’m really happy I took the extra time to get it just right. No idea when I will update it next but keep your eyes peeled for meme snippets. This is now going to be a thing thanks to @rosewriting-ao3 (I’m stealing your idea ❤️❤️❤️)
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Sweet Dreams are Made of This. [1/3]
(A/N: Kind of a sequel to my other fic, ROLL ME A 6 ! :> You don't need to read that though to understand this!)
Borrower Tommy accidentally shifts into a universe where his homebrew DND world is real. He still sucks at being a giant.
WORD COUNT: 1,341 words
WARNINGS: None.
"Tommy opened his eyes and what he saw was unlike anything he's seen before…"
Tommy listened in anticipation. What could it be? A new friend, a new foe? He looked at his dad, a smug little smile barely hidden by his serious storytelling.
 
"And we'll find that out in the next session."
Halfway through his sentence, he and his brothers already knew it was the end of their game for the day. All groaning and complaining about Phil leaving it in such a dumb cliffhanger, Phil only laughed. 
It couldn't have been hours already, had it? They barely started! He still had to redeem himself and his character into great glory! "No, come on, let's do one more hour— please, please?" He begged, holding onto one of Phil's fingers like he had all the power to hold him down and force him into another round. 
With his other hand, Phil picked up the die and tossed it into the container— folding up the map before putting it back in the box. Tommy knew it was over, they'd start another session again sooner or later. 
But he wanted to do another hour, or maybe two more, now. "Pleasee, I rolled so low every turn, I need to redeem myself!" 
"I wish we could continue, mate." Phil smiled, "But I got work tomorrow and it's already…" He stared at the clock, making a surprised sound at the 11:48 PM on the wall. Phil cursed under his breath, gently, slowly pulling his hand away from Tommy’s hold. "Alright, get to bed you three." 
The blond borrower knew there was no convincing Dad anymore. He crossed his arms with a humph, upset with his bad luck during the game. "Cheer up, Toms! I'm sure luck will make you do justice next time." Wilbur consoled, pushing his chair into the table and picking up the box with their fantasy map and die. 
“You are horrible at throwing the die for me,” Tommy grumbled, narrowing his eyes at his older brother who had offered to throw the dice for him earlier. Wilbur’s luck when it came to the game was pretty good, yet whenever he tossed the die for Tommy, the luck seemed to plummet- doing worse than when the borrower himself threw the die. 
In the corner of his eyes, he could see Wilbur’s lips press into a thin line. He was stopping himself from being amused at Tommy’s anger. “It really wasn’t on purpose.” 
“Yeah, I know,” Tommy replied. Not upset at Wilbur, nor was he upset at the game. He swears he would be able to throw the dice better if he was just… more human-sized. 
“You’ll do better next game, I’ll make sure of it,” Wilbur promises.
Tommy looks at him incredulously, slightly laughing. “What, are we gonna cheat or something?”
In response, Wilbur shrugged, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “Dunno, maybe.”
Holding the game board, he placed his other hand on the desk. A trust exercise that slowly grew into a habit none of them thought was strange anymore, Tommy hopped on the hand and held onto the fingers for support. He used to have to walk from place to place, no matter how far it was because the big man was too stubborn to accept and ask for help. In response, they all worked together to install little stairs everywhere so Tommy would at least be able to reach things without having to heave himself up with a rope and a hook. He almost cried in front of them because of how much he appreciated the gesture. 
That night, Tommy lay in his bed, uncharacteristically quiet as he stared at the ceiling. His room looked so much like a human's room- constructed by his family after nearly a year of accidentally revealing himself to them. It wasn’t exactly like him to be upset for the dice throws during the game, it really wasn’t Wilbur’s fault. On a good day, he throws exceptionally well for Tommy’s character too. 
But Tommy isn’t upset about the dice, is he?
It was never the dice, never Wilbur, never his family, but him. 
If he was truly meant to be their family, then couldn’t the universe make him human? Did he seriously have to be something that was never allowed to mingle with larger beings? It was a written code since the beginning of time that borrowers were never allowed to be with humans. Never share anything, what you are, what your name was. Most importantly, never be seen. 
Were they never supposed to be a family then? Did he have to break the borrower’s code just to be a part of something he’s not supposed to? He’s not a borrower anymore, he knows that. He barely even follows the code anymore, but he’s not human either. Too exposed to be a borrower, too small to be a human.
Then what was he?
Tommy released a loud, exasperated sigh. His calloused hands rubbed over his face. He knows he shouldn’t think about such things, but lately, he’s been more aware than ever. He notices how Techno looms over him when they do woodwork together, Wilbur’s singing voice goes from soothing to too loud, and Phil barely gives him any chores (Maybe he shouldn’t complain about that one, actually).
They don’t mean it, of course, they didn’t. They probably don’t even notice it as well. Something so small and insignificant to them could be so overwhelming for him. He just wants to be bigger, to fit in… 
He should go to sleep. He'll forget about it tomorrow and everything will continue on like it usually does (until the nagging feeling returns and he feels like he's rotting in bed).
Goodnight, me. Tommy closed his eyes, unable to rid of the heavy weight in his chest. 
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
If Tommy could recall this correctly— and while he may not have the best memory, he can certainly tell when something is just plain wrong… He fell asleep on his bed, right?
His eyes blurred as he gained consciousness and though he wasn't aware of where he was— he could sense danger even from a mile away. His shoulders ached, raised high above him. Something was holding his arms upwards. Cold, tight metal gripping his wrists, uncomfortably pressing into his skin. He tried tugging it downwards, but it barely moved. 
Instead of lying on a soft, warm bed, it felt like he'd been kneeling for Prime knows how long. His legs felt numb, ringing uncomfortably no matter how much he tried to move. It didn't matter because he was stuck in place. 
It was hot. Sweat was dripping from his forehead to his nose and down to either his clothes or the floor (he made a mental note that he wasn’t wearing his pajamas). 
He sucked in a deep breath, humid air filling his lungs in a way that didn't calm him down, but just made him panic more. 
Tommy's vision began clearing up and despite the little ache in his neck, he decided to look around. The room was dimly lit, weak artificial lighting barely reflecting the big, metal room he resided in. 
There were mini stairs and platforms built around him. The platforms in front of him connected through the middle and had a door on each side of the wall. Above the platform in the wall in front of him was glass, he couldn't make out anything inside, it was darker than the room he was in.
The metal room he sat in was quite spacey. The ceiling was quite high but he couldn't stand up even if he attempted to— his ankles were chained as well, shorter in length compared to the ones around his wrist. Tommy struggled against the chains, everything looked so.. small yet so oddly detailed. 
Where was he? Who were these stairs for? Were there more beings smaller than a borrower? Prime, how would they even look next to a human?
Does his family know where he is right now..?
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
yayaya thank you sm for reading! & holy shit guppy writing fics comeback??? no way!!!
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x-pair-o-dice-x · 8 months
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hehehehhehhooooo,,, guess who made a fic :3... haven't transferred it to ao3 yet, so– gimme, like– an hour or so? judging from past experience.
in the meantime,,, take these related doodles i made for @wendy130's ghost chasers prompt,,,, skndksmskdj.
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Intergalactic Abductees: Ranboo (1)
Tubbo (1) Tommy (1)
{This piece takes place after the events of Tubbo (3)}
Word Count: 1,414
TW's: Injury, Medical Stuff, Mentions of Abduction, Mentions Of Past Abuse, Fear of Death, Profanity, Mentions of Trafficking
Characters: C!Tubbo, C!Ranboo, C!Philza, C!Technoblade
Summary: As Ranboo begins to settle back into life with his crewmates, their most recent, bizarre addition is still recovering.
(Prepare to be confused by some alien species names that I came up with while I was high.)
"Ranboo?"
The boy in the hall went stiff.
"You can come in."
Ranboo's teeth ground together as he ducked into the room.
"Was I breathing that loud?" he asked.
The blonde Avisien offered him a soft smile. No matter how many times you got a smile from that man, it never failed to feel like a supernova. Explosive. Bright. Warm.
"I could hear your tail against the floor," Philza informed him.
"Oh."
Ranboo chuckled sheepishly, shooting a glower at the wiry tail in question. He swore the thing had a mind of its own. It flicked to the side in that moment just to spite him. Philza nudged one of the chairs out from beneath the metal table. He pointedly tossed his head towards it. Ranboo didn't need to be told twice. He dropped into the hard chair. Techno had promised to swipe some better ones next time they landed on Flurr. The planet was so wealthy that they wouldn't even notice if their whole home was relieved of its lavish furniture.
Of course, Techno had never gotten around to it before the incident at the market. From that moment forward, their lack of comfy chairs was the least of their worries.
Ranboo leaned over the table to get a better look at the limp figure.
"Has he woken up yet?" he inquired quietly.
It wasn't exactly unusual for Ranboo to find him sleeping. He'd watched over the reckless little bastard for the majority of his time spent in the trafficker's shuttle. But this felt different. Tubbo wasn't tossing or turning or making weird guttural noises. He was stiff.
He looked dead.
"No. I got the measurement on the dosage right this time around," Philza assured him. "I didn't want to overdo it with how small he is but I guess I underestimated his species' biological capabilities. Scaled the damn cabinet with a sedative in his veins and two broken ribs. I've never seen anything like it. I wonder if this has anything to do with it."
Philza lightly tapped the bizarre, hardened lower half of Tubbo's leg.
"What is it?" Ranboo asked.
Philza squinted.
"Mm, if I had to guess, I'd say it's a limb replacement. Or cover? Enhancement? I didn't want to mess with it too much. Clever design but primitive hardware. Maybe I'll have Techno take a look at it. More his department than mine."
The winged man dipped another swab into the yellow goo beside him. He dabbed at the stitching along Tubbo's chest and paused to watch it dissolve into the unconscious boy's skin.
"Most of our medicines haven't worked on him but at least he seems to be taking well to the disinfectant," Philza remarked. He twisted the lid back onto the metal tin and stacked it on top of all the others.
He'd nearly gone through his entire collection of menders and repairants trying to find one that was even semi-effective. In the end, he had to do things the old fashioned way with frustratingly tiny plates and screws for the busted bones and a bit of medical thread and a needle to finish it off.
"How are you doing?" Philza inquired, looking up at Ranboo for the first time during their conversation.
"Oh. I'm fine! No more burns," the Endlocke assured him. He held freshly healed hands up for emphasis.
"No, I mean how you doing, mate," the man amended.
"Ah. Um, yeah, still fine. Just...glad to be home."
"We're glad to have you back. Listen, if you ever want to talk about what happened, I'm here."
Some part of Ranboo felt that even if he did talk about it, Philza wouldn't understand. But a far larger part of him knew that his two crewmates were likely the only two people in the whole galaxy who could understand.
"You know what still kind of bugs me?" Ranboo said. Philza nodded encouragingly. "He didn't even leave."
Philza could practically feel the desperation for a subject change radiating off of fidgety dual-toned boy. Not the time to push the issue, he figured.
"Who?"
"Tubbo. I mean, they opened those doors a lot and he was probably small enough to sneak out. But he didn't. Didn't even try."
Philza glanced down at the Terran in consideration. He hummed.
"Well, he had the gall to chuck a screw at a Cantaris just get his attention so he obviously cares about you."
Ranboo couldn't help but laugh at that. How brilliantly in character for Tubbo to approach a literal war species and throw something at them. Even after the little guy had hurt himself. Far too self-sacrificing for his own good since the get-go. That's why Ranboo's hearts shattered when he saw Tubbo looking at him like that. Philza assured him it was the result of panic at seeing the syringe but it didn't make a difference.
Ranboo had known Tubbo for more cycles than he could keep track of and in all that time, he'd never seen the steadfast little creature cower. Not once. Even during their first time meeting. Cautious, sure, but never scared. All things considered, maybe Tubbo should have been afraid. Anybody his size with such little biological defenses built into their body should've been terrified of a natural born predator.
But Tubbo wasn't.
Maybe that's why his planet was so easily-
"I'm back!"
Ranboo whirled around just in time to find the Cantaris kicking the doorframe as his own odd way of knocking. It was a nasty habit but since he was the one always fixing the ship, Technoblade was more than capable of buffing out whatever dents he put into its walls. He hesitated in the entryway, skeptical blue eyes lingering on the boy laying on the table.
"He's sleeping, Techno," Philza chuckled.
The pink-haired man sighed in relief. He strode up to the table, grey eyes still flickering between the tiny being and his crewmates.
"You don't know how many shady dealers I had to go through to find this stuff," Technoblade announced. He held a small container of clear liquid up in a gloved hand. Ranboo winced at the very sight of it.
"How much did you get?" the winged man inquired.
"Enough to drown in. You're sure this stuff's safe for him?"
Ranboo nodded vehemently. He recalled the few instances when the Faustins would forget to toss a dish of the vial substance into his cell. Tubbo would get quiet. And sick. Even a single cycle without the stuff seemed to take a toll on him.
"Weird species," Techno remarked.
"The weirdest," Ranboo agreed fondly. He folded his elbows atop the table, resting his chin against his hands. "There's so many things I wish I could ask him. I wish he were chipped."
"Oh no you don't," Techno assured him. "Not by Faustins. They're notorious for botching the installation process. Instead of translating straight between languages, it'll just translate sporadically. Suddenly you can't even speak your own dialect without jumbling your words with a whole other language. It's migraine-inducing."
Ranboo huffed.
"Well, we could take him to Karl, couldn't we? He did a good job on my chip."
Ranboo's friends exchanged cryptic glances. The tall boy's focus darted between the two of them.
"What?" the Endlocke asked.
Philza seemed to be waiting for Technoblade to talk. The Cantaris' irises bled to a deep red. He shook his head, jaw clenched in stubborn refusal. Philza sighed begrudgingly.
"Techno lost it on Karl's husband while he was looking for you and he refuses to apologize."
"You're mad at Sapnap?" Ranboo said.
"The other husband," Techno grumbled.
"You started beef with Quackity? He's our best parts supplier!" the boy exclaimed, raking his fingers through his hair in exasperation.
"We'll find another. And we'll find another person to install a translation chip, too. I'll find another person. Just gimme a few cycles."
"On a subject this small? Good luck. Karl was the only one willing to put in Skeppy's chip and he's bigger than Tubbo," Philza pointed out.
Technoblade spared a sideways look at the disappointed boy beside him. He drew in a deep breath.
"I'll figure it out," he reiterated, color draining from his eyes once again. He leaned down, briefly bumping his forehead against Ranboo's. "Promise."
Ranboo only nodded. A Cantaris' word was his skeleton. Should either be broken or twisted, a Cantaris could hardly be whole. That's what Techno used to say, anyways. And, hells, Ranboo had to take his word on that.
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I was sitting around last night like, "I feel like I'm forgetting something." Then I realized I didn't schedule this piece to post. My bad lol.
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local-squishmallow · 3 months
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Okay im tired of waiting and need attention so
Tws for: mentions of death, assumptions of death, fires, scars, major character injuries, fear, mentions of insanity, minor character death, death threats, blood. Tis an angsty one boys.
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Survival (Supers AU)
Word Count: 12.8K
“So Riot, how has your day been?” Riot laughed a bit as Oracle joined him on the edge of the building. “It’s been a f—ing blast, you know? Got some primes, met some women, f—ed up some heroes, and most importantly blew up a bomb.” He responded quickly. Oracle laughed a little.
“Oh wow, that sounds like an eventful day, hm?” He spoke, staring out at the sky with him. “What about you, man?” Riot returned.
“Visited their graves, patrolled the area. Glad it’s a slow day today, it’s pretty hard.”
Oracle had told him a few years back about his fiances. The two had been caught in the middle of a fight between PVP and Gambit, and that’s how Oracle was found as well, scarred from the flames he had tried to save his lovers from.
Today was the anniversary of their deaths.
“If it would make you feel better, I’d kind of like to meet the two who you tell me so much about.” Riot smiled softly from behind the mask. “Yeah. Yeah, we can do this. You know, I think Q would’ve liked to meet you.” Oracle smiled softly in return.
Riot smiled as he let Oracle lead the way, down toward the home they had been staying in. And outside, just underneath the tree, were two graves, marked with little stones.
The bodies hadn’t ever been found, burnt up in the flames.
Riot felt Oracle wrap an arm around him. “You know, you’re like a little brother to me.” He admitted, and Riot watched as he unclipped his mask, holding it in his hand. “Thank you.” Oracle finished. The teen smiled.
“Yeah, of course, big man, we kinda need to stick together. Us against the world.” Riot pulled off his mask. “They’d be proud of us.” Oracle smiled as he spoke.
“They really would be. I mean, we are so cool.” Riot spoke next.
“Come on, let’s go get changed and get some food.” Oracle offered.
- - -
“Gambit, we’ve gotten word from Cerberus, he’s said the coup is almost ready.” Nuclear spoke silently. “Perfect, the sooner Schlatt is overturned, the better. Any word of our little vigilante ‘friends’?” Gambit asked quickly.
“Riot’s starting to comply with Siren a little, I’d expect him to become a full-fledged hero in a few months, as long as the coup is successful.” Nuclear reported.
“And Oracle?” Gambit returned quickly. “Not complying. Won’t even fight the villains. For now, they can’t be too much of an issue as long as they just focus on the civilians.” Nuclear spoke next.
“Get them to comply, or we arrest them. Got it?” The avian spat. “You’ve seen their abilities, no jail could hold them.” The creepertaur returned with concern.
“You’ve seen how they act. I think they’ll be more than willing to comply.” Gambit finished. “Yes, sir.” Nuclear muttered as he turned to leave.
- - -
“So, Toms, I know that living with everyone else is a bit stressful so I figured it would be a good idea to get a break.” Karl smiled at the other, who sat opposite them. “Hey, it’s not that bad big man, I like hanging out with Tubbo and Boob Boy.” Tommy returned with a laugh.
The two laughed happily as they sat at the diner peacefully, waiting for their meals. The two shared jokes, smiling and laughing happily.
Beep beep beep-
“Q?! Sap?! Where are you?!”
He stood up quickly, head shooting around the room while trying to find the two figures.
The groceries he had bought earlier were left at the front door as he trekked through the flames. Karl’s hand covered his mouth as he rushed through the building. “Sap?! Q?! Say some-aH!” He shouted before getting knocked to the ground by a blast. “You couldn’t tell anyone, could you?! Well f— you! Care about someone except yourself for once!”
Why was Gambit here?! He coughed violently as he was hit by a falling piece of the ceiling above him. He was gasping for air now, even as the fire slowly crept up his arm. He felt helpless.
His eyes filled with tears as he tried to free himself, pain spiking by the second. Karl eventually fell limp as his eyes caught on something in front of him.
Quackity’s Beanie-
“Karl!” Tommy shouted, pulling him closer. “T-tommy?” He spoke, blinking rapidly.
“Kar, there you are. Are you okay? You kinda freaked out on me, big man.” The teen worried. “Sorry, I-I don’t know what happened…”
Tommy smiled sadly. “Let’s get back home, alright? I’m sure Eret’ll help you out.”
- - -
“So what happened?” Eret asked as the borrowers tucked Karl into bed for the night. “Right, Karl kind of just blanked out. Like all color in his eyes just drained and he stopped responding after some beeping.”
Eret paused. “I’ll see if I can look back on the situation, go hang out with Tubbo for now, okay?” They smiled, before waving away Tommy and turning away.
“Big man!” He laughed, hearing Tubbo’s voice, jumping up onto the table as he shrunk down to normal height. “So, is everything good?” He asked Tommy who sat down next to Tubbo. “Not really, something strange happened to Karl, and now I think XD’s trying to hunt me down.” Tommy admitted.
Tubbo blinked. “Really?! Does anyone know about XD?!” “Couldn’t bother with Karl today, it’s the anniversary.”
“Tommy, look, if XD catches you, we’ll be so doomed. Everyone else is cool or whatever, right, but you and Karl are the two who cover our a–es the most. Purpled and Aimsey are close though.”
“D— right we are,” Purpled smirked, joining the conversation. “What’s going on?”
“XD’s hunting down Tommy.” Tubbo repeated. “Well, s—.” Escaped Purpled.
“Hey, I’m not that important-” “Tommy, you create explosions from your hands. Tubbo’s a bee. Jack can see through walls. You are one of the few who have useful abilities!” Purpled explained.
“You’re going to be grounded if you keep this talk up.” Ranboo spoke up, arms folded as they leaned against the wall. “You-you can’t just ground me boob boy-”
“I think that’s a good idea honestly, it’ll keep him out of XD’s watch.” Tubbo admitted.
“Great, glad we came to this consensus. Tommy, you’re grounded.” Purpled finished. “What?!”
“You heard me! No patrols!” Purpled informed. “F— you!”
- - -
Karl took a deep breath, adjusting his mask tightly to his face. This was the biggest fight he’d been in.
From his perch on the building, he watched as Cerberus’s wings gave his position in the sky, locked in a fierce battle with Egg. The demon hybrid was fairly powerful, but so was Cerberus.
Time to put on his Oracle persona.
Ha, time.
He mentally slapped himself, now was not the time for puns. He hopped onto the next building, running towards the fire exit. Throwing his body down onto the metal surface to avoid an attack by Egg, he slid down the ladder towards the ground.
He caught himself on the bottom rung, hopping off. Guess he needed to do the thing he was supposed to.
Running towards all of the rubble, he pressed his hands onto the mess as he ran by, moving them back to their original places. This is why so many people thought he had a powerful levitation power.
He ran through the scene, wary of exposing his scar. Things began moving further and went almost everywhere open for Oracle to run through. But he was prepared. Slipping seamlessly through the flying rubble as he took his stand to the side, watching for any victims caught up in the mess.
“Oracle.” The vigilante jumped toward the voice as quickly as he could, hands outstretched.
“The heroes have been looking for you, it's pretty hard to track you down with just a bit of your neck. It was so much easier to hunt down Riot with his prosthetic.” Oracle frowned under his mask, readjusting his collar as Gambit held eye contact. “What do you want with me?”
“Well, I’ve got a few ideas. First, the heroes are planning something and it would be nice to have a levitation user of your strength to help us out. Secondly, you’re an illegal vigilante. Meaning you either help me or get arrested.” Gambit spoke out. “And why would I do that? You and I know I don’t take sides. I’m only doing this for the possible victims. Not for anyone else.” Oracle informed.
“Yes, well, you’d be okay with that if you didn’t use your levitation as well. And that’s a break in the code-” “You didn’t care about the rules until a few years ago, so what the honk happened-” Oracle was cut off as Gambit shoved a hand to his throat.
“Keep that word out of your g–d— vocabulary. You, filthy scum, can never say that again. You aren’t worthy of that word.” The hero spat as the vigilante struggled a bit more. “What, honk-”
Gambit in turn shoved him into a wall, hand still in the death grip around his neck. “Don’t. You. Dare-”
Gambit’s mouth seemed to move in reverse as he backed up, letting go of his neck and returning to the beginning.
“Oracle.” “Hey Gambit.” He spat, standing his vigil, overlooking the chaos of the fight in the skies. Egg was not winning this.
“The heroes have been looking for you, it’s pretty-” “Hard to track me down with just a bit of my neck exposed. I’ve heard that a lot.” Oracle finished. The hero seemed to pause for a moment. “And let me guess, you want me to help you?”
“I-yeah. Two options in this situation-” “Help you or be taken captive. It’s not my first rodeo. And no, I won’t help you or be arrested.” Oracle continued to interrupt as he heard shuffling behind him.
“What, do you want to fight me then? Because now you will.” The hero spoke. “I don’t like breaking my moral code, but I’ll make an exception. I win the fight and you do what I want you to. You win, and you get to go free.” The winged hero bargained.
“Only if there will be no onlookers. No one must be getting caught in the fight.” The vigilante demanded. “This part of the city is evacuated, so you won’t have to worry about another person breaking their moral code.” Gambit hissed out.
Oracle slid to the left, avoiding a right hook from behind. “That was sad.” He turned around, moving quickly around the hero.
Gambit growled, wings spreading– “Karl, you are cracked, how do you preen so well?!” –as he took to the sky, opting for the high ground. Oracle frowned, avoiding a blast of water from Cerberus while also sliding under a shade canopy to run into the building.
Gambit seemed to understand his ideas as the hero swooped down under with him, throwing daggers at the door handle that Oracle had tried reaching for. He hissed, glaring at the hero before disappearing.
Oracle turned around, moving quickly around the hero before pocketing his deck of cards-
Reappearing again he was met with, “What the f—?!” Gambit started, throwing more daggers. “You have backup! Queen is here too, aren’t they?! You cheater.” Oracle just shrugged. Gambit growled, reaching down to grab his pack of cards, only to find them missing.
“What, you missing these?” Oracle held up Gambit’s deck enough so the hero could see, a smile hiding behind the mask. “You b—-.” The hero gritted his teeth, upset at the current situation. “You know you can’t use those.”
“Yeah, I know. But you can’t now either.” Oracle spoke smugly, proud of the situation. “I always have a couple of spares.” Gambit returned, throwing out a ten of spades–the same card that blew up his home–
Oracle was thrown into the air and sent tumbling to the ground. His mask had been shattered on the ground, exposing his face. Pain flared down his arm as the cloak that covered the aforementioned arm seared into his skin. Phantom pains racked his body, forcing him still as his attacker approached him.
He whimpered, forcing his leg to move despite the pure agony his body was experiencing a second time. Blood covered the left side of his face–he didn’t realize he could still bleed from the scar–as tears streamed down and mixed with the red liquid pouring from himself. Not a desirable situation at all.
“I don’t like using that card but now look at what you made me do.” Gambit angrily shot out, standing in front of him. Oracle could barely move his head, but as he did, he and Gambit held a few seconds of eye contact.
That eye contact was enough to throw Gambit off, a devastated look flashing over his features as tears crept out from his eyes.
Without wasting another second, he vanished-
Queen realized something was up when Oracle didn’t respond, so when they heard about the fight between him and Gambit in the city square, they teleported. Everything seemed almost frozen in time before the enderman hybrid wrapped their arms around their friend, teleporting the two back home-
“Karl! What happened-oh g–, someone get Aimsey and Eret, please!” Ranboo shouted into the walls of the seemingly empty house. Mere seconds passed as Karl’s vision began to blur, blood pooling across the room he was left in before two thumps were heard, and Aimsey began to inspect him.
“M’ssed ‘p. G’mbit sa’ m’.” He slurred as Eret ran their hands down Karl’s face, cleaning off the blood with a rag. “It’s okay, let’s just figure this out after. Stay awake, okay?” Eret spoke loudly, placing a cold rag on Karl’s head.
There was a lot of pain running through his body, and yet somehow, he felt like sleeping.
- - -
Gambit sat at his desk with his face buried in his hands. “F—, that couldn’t have been real, f—.” He muttered, thinking back to the fight. That couldn’t have been him. He’d been dead for years. No, Oracle had to be a strong psychic. So not just levitation, but mind manipulation and teleporting. “Nuclear!” Gambit shouted, anger present in his tone.
In only a few seconds, the creepertaur was running into his office. “Yes, Gambit?” “Find Oracle. Arrest them. Do whatever you need to do, but I want them in f—ing jail NOW!” He shouted, slamming his fist angrily against the top of the desk.
“I-im sorry, but we don't have any information on them-” Nuclear tried to say before getting interrupted. “I’m working on that. Now go!” Gambit hissed.
No one would impersonate his deceased fiance on his watch.
- - -
“F0x, nice to see you.” Gambit sat in his office seat, staring at the newcomer. “Didn't know you’d stoop so low, with me being a vigilante and all.” The fox hybrid smirked.
“This is only to help with another case. If I had my way, I'd throw you straight in jail. But I need your help. I need you to look into someone.” Gambit informed, pushing a case towards the now sitting vigilante.
“Case file on…” F0x began before flipping through the pages. “Karl Jacobs. You do realize he's marked as dead, right?” “Oh, trust me, I know. Now just do it.” The hero hissed. Maybe he was a cat hybrid with the amount of hissing he was doing.
F0x nodded, pulling out a tablet and tapping it many times. A few minutes passed before, “Okay, got it.” The hybrid cheered. “Anything new?”
“Bank statements, deposits, withdrawals, a lot of things. Payments on a house too. I can find many examples of those dated within two weeks.” The vigilante spoke, running through the list. “Oh, and one about two days ago at Halo’s. You know, the burger shop on the outskirts of Essempi.”
“So identity theft.” The hero glared at his desk. Someone stole the identity of Karl, and he was not letting that slide. “I'll give you ten seconds to get out of my sight, F0x, before I have you thrown in jail.”
The vigilante wasted no time immediately getting up and running out.
- - -
Karl groaned as his body ached. He wasn't in the best shape but still needed to get up and run his-
“Karl, what the h— do you think you are doing out here right now?” Eret spoke, looking up from their newspaper to stare at him. He would admit it was a bit strange for the blind woman to make eye contact, but due to Eret’s power–Foresight–he could see anything. “Patrols.”
“Purpled is taking your patrols. Go back to the room, you're on bed rest.” “But-”
“Go on.” Karl gave up, sighing and dropping his shoulders before turning and limping back into the room he just exited. “I’ll be in in a little to change your bandages and fix anything else.” Eret finished.
He would admit, it felt nice to be cared for for once.
- - -
“PVP.” Gambit began, staring at the villain. “Gambit.” The fireborn returned with a glare.
“It was fairly easy to find you.” The hero spoke. “What do you want?” The villain returned.
“Someone stole Karl’s identity. And I figured you'd want revenge on them too, so I wanted to bring you along.” The two never broke eye contact. “Besides, I’d never side with a murderer under normal-” “Oh don't you f—ing DARE try any pull this again. You are as much at fault as I am, you a–hole. Not just me. So get your f—ing head out of your a– and see that.” PVP angrily retorted.
“Shut the f— up, everyone knows it's your fault.” “That's because you're the hero and I'm the villain. The whole world believes you couldn't do anything wrong. The only reason I'm even talking to you right now is because someone's impersonated Karl, otherwise I wouldn't put up with your pathetic a–!”
Gambit glared at PVP. “Let's just figure this out already. I still have things to deal with at the tower.”
- - -
“Toms!” Tommy let out an ‘oof’ as the taller man barreled into him. “Where have you been? We missed you!” Wilbur hurried, looking over the boy.
“Sorry, I got grounded.” He admitted. “They couldn't keep me inside though, because I'm such a big man.”
“Why were you grounded, sunshine? I'm sure we'd love to help you with anything.” The taller whispered, pulling him into a hug. “Inside matter.” He whispered into the man's ear.
Wilbur’s breath caught in his throat for a moment. “Come on, Phil's made some pie, I'm sure he'd love to have you try it.” The taller smiled, carrying the boy inside. “Alright, should I get the other two?” “Yeah, it'll affect everything.”
Wilbur nodded, setting Tommy on the couch before running through the house.
The blond looked around, finding the remote and messing with the back of it for a bit before Wilbur came back with Phil and Techno in tow.
“Theseus, what's going on?” Techno started, sitting at his side. Wilbur took to his other side not long after that, smiling at the boy. “I found one of your moles. XD’s been hunting me down.”
- - -
Eret immediately dropped their newspaper to the sound of heavy knocking at the door. With Karl immobile and back at his natural height for the first time in a long while, it was her job to run the house.
He stood up, walked over to the door, and opened it slightly. “Essempi Police, my name is Deputy Chill, may we come in to search your home, please?”
“Do you have a warrant? And a probable cause?” Eret responded quickly. “Yes, we have both.”
“Alright, let me see the warrant.” They opened the door fully, holding out a hand. He was given a paper and scanned it over.
“W-wait, this was issued by-”
“Me. Nice to meet you, Eret Beloved.” Gambit spoke, making eye contact with her. “We have reason to believe that you are harboring vigilantes and a criminal accused of identity theft.”
“I can assure you neither of that is true-” “We know about Riot and Oracle. Now stand aside, Mx. Beloved.” Gambit returned immediately as he interrupted Eret, forcing his way in. “Tell me if you find something.” The hero waved off the officers, who spread out around the house.
“There's no identity theft here, I promise.” Eret defended. “Yeah? Well, Karl Jacobs has been dead for years.”
“No he hasn't-” “And how do you know? Because you see the person who stole his identity all the time?”
“No, because I pulled him out of the burning-” “Found something!” One of the officers shouted, holding out a wallet.
Gambit strode over, taking the wallet and looking over the contents. “How does he have an ID issued last year? Handicapped as well. Bank cards under his name. What the f—?”
“Gambit, sir, we found him.” The hero looked up from the wallet, pocketing it as he turned into Karl’s room. “Wait-” Eret tried, but was immediately ignored.
Gambit stepped into the room, finding a figure smaller than the size of a doll staring up at him–a borrower like Karl. The hero immediately glared at them. “Oracle, you are under arrest for vigilantism and identity theft.” “Wha-”
Gambit reached down onto the bed, grabbing them tightly. “You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you.” The vigilante struggled under his grip as he moved.
- - -
“XD, what are you doing here?” Siren spoke, staring at the person standing next to him. “Tracking Riot.” The addressed hero spoke.
“So you’re tracking a kid? Why?” Siren prodded. “He’s an illegal vigilante.” That was all XD spoke.
“He’s a disabled child. And I’ve seen the reports. You don’t have instructions to hunt him down either. So this is just your sick and twisted game. Why?” Siren scolded. “He’s dangerous.”
“To you. XD, you are under arrest-” The ex-hero glared at Siren through his mask before vanishing into the ground. He’d have to report the changes to the higher-ups now, the hero thought as he groaned.
- - -
“-his f—ing DNA! I-This can’t be him! I refuse to believe it-” “Quackity shut the f— up. The DNA proves it, and the IDs and bank cards prove it. His face is proof! What more do you f—ing need?!”
Karl blinked, slowly waking up. His limbs hurt, his head hurt. He shuffled a bit as he tried to sit up. “A f—ing lot! Oracle’s a f—ing psychic! He knows what he’s doing! You know he died!”
The voices were too loud, he thought to himself as he slid further away, vision slowly fixing itself.
“No one found the body! You found the earring. Besides! He’s got power disabling cuffs on right now, don’t you think if it were true that Oracle manipulated our minds that it would stop?!”
He looked up, staring around himself. Was he in a f—ing birdcage?! Not cool. His body still ached from the battle with Gambit, and if he looked at where he originally lay, he could see blood. Great, he was bleeding again.
“Shut up. You don’t know what I saw.” “Then tell me!”
Oracle cringed as he ripped up his clothing a bit, untying his old bandages to replace them with the pieces of cloth. “Great, you f—ing woke him!” “Oh, you f—er.”
His cage rattled, shaking his body. He dropped the last piece of cloth as he made eye contact with PVP–He watched in agony as Quackity’s beanie burnt with his body before his eyes looked around again and caught the gaze of PVP before black spots littered his vision and he fell unconscious–who glared down at him–wait, he was glaring, why is PVP crying?!
“Hang on little guy.” The villain spoke softly, carefully opening the door. His body seized up as PVP scooped him up in his warm hands. “Gambit, go get a medic, he’s bleeding.” The villain spoke, gently pulling his hand–and Karl–out of the cage.
“You can relax, you know, I’m not going to hurt you.” PVP spoke as he sat down. “Okay, Lemon’s on his way-why did you pull him out.” Gambit growled.
“You shoved the poor guy in a birdcage. If we are going to interrogate him we may as well make him feel comfortable.” PVP spoke with a straight face. “He’s-he’s a criminal!” Gambit returned.
“Shut the f— up and start asking questions.”
Gambit sighed and eventually sat in the seat opposite PVP. “Alright then, fine. What's your name.”
“Karl Jacobs.” “No, it's f—ing not-”
“Gambit, shut up. The lab results said the same thing.” “Well, I don't trust it. How about I do the talking.” The hero hissed. Karl pulled his legs closer to his body as a way to make himself seem even smaller within the hand of the villain but fell onto his side instead.
“Oh, sorry little guy. Let me help you.” PVP whispered, carefully pushing him back up into a sitting position with his finger. “So, if you are Karl then how would you react to this?” Gambit hissed.
Karl brought his attention to Gambit, but the moment he saw his face, his body began to tremble.
Quackity.
- - -
“Well, good news and bad news, XD’s no longer tracking you, Toms!” Wilbur announced happily, walking over to the table where a miniature Tommy stood, carefully scooping the smaller into his hands. “Okay, and what's the bad news?” The borrower asked.
“He kinda just disappeared into the ground…” Wilbur spoke disappointedly. “What-”
“Don't worry Toms, I'll keep you safe in my pocket!” The man smiled, sliding Tommy into his chest pocket. “Look! Pocket brother!” The larger smiled. “Wait, did you just-”
“You're my brother now, all mine.” The hero smirked. Tommy would've returned with a thought, but instead, he felt a buzzing in his pocket. “Hang on Wil, I have a call,” Tommy spoke, pulling out the device. “Oh f—, Eret's calling. Hello?”
“Tommy, where are you?”
“Uh…near the hero building, why?” He was definitely in the hero building right now, Siren brought him there.
“Gambit just arrested Oracle, we need your help. He should just be in the building.”
“Wait-Oracle, the one who managed to evade the public eye even when he was out saving civilians…has now been arrested by Gambit?! What the f—?!”
“Gambit and Oracle got into a fight where Oracle's mask was broken, and somehow with just that, he knew just who Oracle was.”
“I guess I’ll see what I can do…thanks Eret.”
Tommy hung up, staring up at the hero who was trying–and failing–to hide the fact that he was curious.
“Oracle’s been arrested…”
- - -
Put back inside the birdcage, Karl cried to himself with his hands covering his face. This whole situation was terrible. Gambit was treating Karl like he was a terrorist, PVP–who’s a villain–was treating him with so much care that it made him wish to see his fiances again, and to top it off Gambit looked just like Quackity.
Lovely.
He cried to himself, alone like usual. “Hey, Oracle?” The borrower looked up, making eye contact with PVP from across the room. “I don’t agree with how Gambit’s been treating you but I can’t prove your innocence. Is there anyone who we can talk to who’ll be able to prove that you are? Innocent, I mean.”
“If anyone would be able to, ask Eret Beloved. They’ll be able to tell you everything.” The borrower admitted. “Eret Beloved…alright, I’ll tell Gambit that… I-I’m sorry that you had to go through all that.” PVP smiled.
“It’s alright.” Oracle returned. “If you don’t mind me asking, why did you react like you did?” Karl’s eyes widened as-as-
As he placed the stones under a tree near his new house. “Karl, what are you doing out here?” He watched as Eret approached him. His bandaged half ached to sit down, pain flaring with every movement. “Making their graves.”
“Who’s?” “My fiances. They died in the fire. The government may not even realize they’ve died. And yes, I’ve sent in death reports.” He spoke, fingers twitching painfully.
“Oh Karl…” Eret spoke softly, treading carefully over the situation. “They didn’t even find the bodies-” Karl muttered before breaking into tears, wrapping his free arm around Eret, grasping for comfort. “I see their faces everywhere-I hate them, I hate them all-”
The blind man carefully shushed Karl, pulling the injured man into a hug–extra careful with his burned half–as they provided comfort. “I know, it’s hard. Let’s get you sat down, and I could make you some hot cho-” “Nothing hot, please-”
“Okay, that’s fine! I’ll make you some cold tea, okay?” They corrected, running a hand through the remains of the fluffy hair. “Let’s head inside, alright?”
“Karl, hey you back with me?” He blinked back into reality, finding himself sitting on PVP’s hand. “So-sorry…”
“It’s okay. Would you be willing to tell me or-” “Eret will.” The vigilante commented quickly.
“Okay. That’s okay. Do you want to hang out with me before Gambit and I go talk with Eret?”
“Sure.” He whispered, pulling his legs into himself, struggling to drape his cuffed arms over his limbs.
“Alright. Hang on, okay?” For being a villain, PVP was quite nice.
But he still hated the man. And Gambit.
Okay maybe not totally, but he still held a bit of a grudge.
“I’m not allowed to go around without a chaperone, so I need to wait for someone to come get me,” PVP informed, pressing a button with his free hand. The villain–almost like he had practice–moved Karl around a bit to feel out his scar. “How did you get these?”
“It’s one scar, a long one.” “Oh…sorry.” The villain apologized.
“It’s fine. It came from a fire. Eret’ll tell you. I don’t think I’m able to talk about it yet.” “I get that.”
PVP was so gentle and so kind when caring for him, he didn’t understand why. It made no sense, this was such a stark difference from the villain who murdered his fiances and nearly killed him.
Karl didn’t like it, but he liked the care. It reminded him of the care Sapnap gave him.
“Here we go.” The villain whispered enough for him to hear as the door opened. “Daisy, how are you?” He asked, standing up slowly. “I’m fairly well, thank you for asking. Are you allowed to bring Oracle out?”
“Not really, but the poor guy has been having breakdowns the entire time so I figured some time outside of the cell and questioning would help him.” “Aw, poor little guy.” The cold skin of the heroine’s finger pulled him back to reality as she patted his head.
“Gambit won’t shut up about how Oracle’s just so wrong.” “Oh yeah, I know. I’ve got to tell him that we’ve got more proof of Oracle’s innocence.” Karl watched from his perch in the villain’s familiarly calloused hands as the two began to walk. The hallways were fairly large, and standing a silent watch over their room was Nuclear. A smart choice of guard from what Karl knew of the hero.
Daisy took them through a single lap around the floor, the fish hybrid talking about different parts of the place–it was the hero tower’s interrogation floor, where two others were being investigated by Rose and Tulip–and eventually were brought back to their room.
PVP smiled softly as he approached the cage. “Sorry, I need to put you back in now. I have to talk to Gambit and he’d throw a fit if he knew I took you out-”
The villain was interrupted as an explosion rocked the building. Karl was slid quickly into the cage as PVP stood away. When the dust cleared, he stared at the masked faces of Riot, Bee, and Queen.
“Break in, room 3-7.” Daisy shouted into her comm. PVP’s hands lit into flames, preparing for a fight. Queen appeared to the side of the cage with Bee, who immediately busted the cage open before the two were forced to retreat by PVP, who threw fire at them.
“I didn’t know the heroes would even think of getting help from villains.” Riot smirked. Karl stood at the new opening in the cage, thinking his options out. He took a breath, banging the cuffs against the exposed shards of metal, breaking them open.
He jumped out of the cage, using the fight as a way to hide his escape. Before reaching the ground he grew to human height, just as PVP spotted him. “Oracle…hey, let’s talk this out, okay?” Turning to the villain who was covered by Daisy, who threw blasts of water at the vigilante trio.
PVP’s face morphed into devastation as the two held eye contact. He thought through the options. Stay and get picked apart by Gambit, or go with the three and hang out at the safe house for a bit.
The villain reached for his hand before Karl pulled back, stepping back towards the vigilantes. “Karl, wait.” Oracle froze, staring at PVP. That voice-
“Okay, time to go!” Queen shouted from behind him, grabbing his shoulder. “Wait-” Soon enough, the world fizzed around him and Karl felt the familiar buzzing. Queen had teleported him.
The group appeared in the safe house moments later. “No-no f—!” He shouted, pulling away from the three. “Karl! Are you okay? What did they do to you?!” Tommy asked as he dropped his mask.
He paced back and forth, trying to make sense of the situation.
“Gambit was there, he looked like Quackity, PVP sounded like f—ing Sapnap, I want it to stop-” Tommy ran up and hugged the man. “It’s okay, you’re not there anymore, it’s just fine. Stay here and lay low, they won’t find you again. Aimsey’ll be here in a bit, promise.” Tommy spoke, hugging Karl tightly.
“Thanks, Toms.” He smiled, eventually letting the teen go.
- - -
“Queen kidnapped Oracle. I promise no communication escaped this tower. Someone must’ve known from the outside.” PVP reported as he sat with Daisy in Gambit’s office.
“Look, PVP, you aren’t taking this as seriously as you should. Oracle stole Karl’s identity-” “Gambit, the IDs, DNA tests, the fact that Oracle’s a borrower, and bank cards say the same thing. That has to be him-”
“Unless I have a witness’s testimony I won’t believe anything.” Gambit spoke stubbornly. “Oracle mentioned a witness. Eret Beloved?” PVP spoke with a hopeful tone.
Gambit took a deep breath, trying his hardest to stay calm. “Fine. We’ll talk to Eret. Let’s go. Daisy, you are dismissed.”
- - -
“Alright Eret Beloved, tell us how you met Karl. The whole story.” Gambit began as PVP’s hand snuck its way into Gambit’s grasp. “Karl? Well, it started when my Foresight started showing me visions of someone I didn’t know. So the more I looked into them, the more clearly it showed how I would meet him.” They began.
Gambit began writing things down. “And what’s your foresight? For reference?” “It’s my power, it lets me see the future. I can’t turn it off so I always have visions.” Eret informed.
“I see. Continue.” Gambit spoke as he wrote things down.
“Right. A few years ago I was walking down the sidewalk when I saw smoke, just like one of the visions. So I ran towards it and was met with a burning house. I went to the side and peeked through a window and saw the same person I’d been seeing in the visions, so I jumped into the place and pulled him from the rubble.” They spoke.
“Do you know the day?” Gambit asked.
“January 12th. But I’m sure you know when it was too, seeing as he told me you two were there.” Eret spoke as they glared at the hero.
Gambit glared at the woman in front of him. “Enough sass, just continue with the story.”
“I pulled him out of the house and took him to my place to see if the healer there could do something. They were able to do a little, but it wasn’t enough so I took him to the hospital.” Eret continued.
“Okay, and were his emergency contacts called?” PVP asked hopefully. “No. Karl lost his family at a young age.” They answered quickly.
“Was there anyone else on the emergency list? Like fiances or anything?” PVP asked. “Nope. No one else.”
“Karl hadn’t added us to the list because it was only for immediate family, you f—ing moron.” Gambit whispered into the villain’s ear. “Shut the f— up.”
“How did you pay for the hospital fees?” Gambit asked. “Due to the nature of the people in the house, I knew to set up an emergency fund, just in case.” They responded.
“Alright, thank you, Eret.” PVP smiled softly. “Please continue.”
“D—, Karl was right, you are the nicer one. As I was saying, we went to the hospital. Karl was unconscious for a few days, but when he woke up it was a mess. First off, no police came in to question, no one gave us a paper to sign for an incident report to go on your records. I mean, how f—ed is this system? With each fight between heroes and villains, almost hundreds of people are admitted into the hospital and aren’t allowed to say anything against the people who hurt them so badly.”
Eret sighed, taking a deep breath. “Sorry, that was a bit of a rant. The hero system is f—ed for the victims.”
Gambit took a few notes on his paper again.
“When Karl woke up, I asked him what happened. It took so long to get it out of him because it was so fresh, but I got the whole story. He had seen his house on fire and thought his two fiances were still inside. And then he saw you two so he dropped his groceries immediately and ran inside. He couldn’t find them and eventually got trapped under rubble. That’s where he not only saw just how cruel you were, PVP, but where he also found one of his fiance's beanies.”
Gambit stiffened while PVP’s hand held tightly onto Gambit’s. PVP’s other hand flew up to his mouth as tears threatened to fall from his eyes.
“Karl figured they were dead because Quackity–the one who owned the beanie–never left without it. He hated you two from the moment he woke up, and let his tragic story lead him into his life of vigilantism. He promised that no one would suffer like how his fiances did. I gave Karl a home to stay at where he offered to help with payments and such. He got his scars–which he hates–and the doctor tells us that they probably won’t ever fade and that we were lucky to take him straight to a healer or else he’d have been unable to do anything like talk or walk or such.”
“And were death reports ever filed?” Gambit asked as he held his emotions inside. “Multiple. The government never looked into it. Karl never got closure, even if he was stuck on bedrest while mourning. We have never heard a word about the situation since then.” PVP was having a hard time with the information, bursting into hushed sobs. Gambit knew they wouldn’t be able to handle this much longer–he was not going to cry about this later.
“What hurts the most about this is that one of my visions shows him reuniting with his fiances, but they are dead. I can’t hold onto this pain anymore but I can’t tell him.”
“Thank you, Eret. You are dismissed.” The man nodded, standing up and exiting the room. “Gambit,” PVP choked out, “I-I don’t want to be a villain a-anymore.”
“I know-” The two embraced, holding each other tightly as if in the next moment the two would be stripped from each other. “He-he was alive the whole time-oh g–, Q, this is f—ed-”
“It is Sap, it is. We need to fix this.” Quackity whispered as he slowly calmed himself down. He knew Sapnap was a bit more emotional than he was.
- - -
Karl sat alone in the alley next to the coffee shop he just come from, sipping at his drink. His back laid against the wall–his head followed suit as he stared into the blue sky, the same sky that had taunted him since that day–as his arms lay on his knees.
“Mind if I join you?” Someone asked from the entrance of the alley. “Yeah, sure, whatever.” He returned, adjusting himself so his scarred arm lay against the concrete–it had started to feel too hot on that side–and his other hand held the cup loosely.
“What are you doing sitting back here, don’t you want to sit up front?” They asked. “No, I think I’d prefer sparing everyone from seeing this monstrosity.” He returned as he heard the newcomer sit down next to him.
“Why do you say that?” They asked sincerely. “Well, you know kids. They scare easily. If I were to sit in the open some kids would see me and get terrified, so some parent would go inside to complain about the man with the scars so I’d get kicked out. I’d prefer to still be able to get my drink, you know?” He rambled a bit.
“Oh, I see. Are you not proud of them?” The stranger pried. “Why would I? They’re just a symbol of my mistakes.” He muttered, readjusting his left sleeve to hopefully cover the scars better.
“Oh. Well, I like them-” They tried to compliment before Karl interrupted. “Can we please move on from this? It’s not very nice to pry into some random stranger’s past.”
“Sorry, sorry. What drink is that?” They asked next. “Iced tea, very cold.” He returned.
“Why don’t you get it warm?” They asked with concern. “Why do you think?” He shot back, adjusting himself to get ready to stand up. His body was buzzing uncomfortably, and his chest was heavy. “Look, if you keep doing this I’ll just leave.”
“I’m sorry, please stay.”
He sighed, letting his legs lay out on the cold ground. “Okay fine.”
Silence struck the two as they sat in the alley. “I didn’t get your name.” Karl finally spoke. “I-I’m sorry, I thought you could see me, I thought you knew who I was.”
“I wish I could see you but I’m kinda blind in that eye so-” He spoke as he turned his head to look at the stranger, before cutting himself off.
He dropped his drink, jumping to his feet. “No, no stop. Oh no, I’m going insane now, aren’t I…” Karl muttered, staring directly at the face of Sapnap, hand covering his mouth. “No! No, it’s okay, this is real!” ‘Sapnap’ spoke, sliding his hand into Karl’s. It was warm and welcoming, just like how he remembered.
“Karl, darling, baby. It’s me, I promise. Would you let me prove it to you?” Sapnap’s melody, his aura was so welcoming, practically begging Karl closer. “How would you do that?”
“Ask me something only I would know. I’ll prove it. Please love.” Tears streamed down his face as he choked out a simple sentence.
“What-what did I do to Quackity when I first met him.”
Sapnap teared up, laughing softly. “You dumped your soda on him because he wouldn’t stop flirting with you. Made me realize just how much I was in love with you-” Sapnap’s reminiscing was interrupted as Karl barreled into the man. “Oh my prime, it’s you, it’s you!” He cried out. “I thought you were dead! What happened to you!”
“It’s a bit of a long story. Gambit kind of told me that someone was ‘impersonating’ you but it was just you!” He pressed their foreheads together as the fireborn pulled Karl off of his feet, now fully protected in his arms.
“I missed you so, so much…” Karl whispered, relaxing into the fireborn’s hold. “I know, I know. I did too.” The fireborn returned, holding him so closely.
“Where’s Q?” “He’ll be with us soon, promise. How about I take you home?” Sapnap offered. And who was Karl to refuse?
“Okay.” He muttered, filled with warmth he hadn’t felt in so long.
- - -
“Toms! Where’d you go?” Wilbur asked teasingly. “Over here, Wilb—-.” Tommy smirked, arms folded as he stood on the table.
“There’s my little brother!” The taller man cheered, running over and picking him up. “You’re so tiny, my little bitty brother.” The man smiled as he held the borrower up to his cheek.
Wilbur promptly moved to the living room couch, flopping down on the cushion belly up. The larger brit rested Tommy on his chest, letting the other lay as he moved a hand over to cover him up.
“Do you have a family?” “I kind of do. I live in a place with a bunch of friends. Most of us are orphans there.”
“Oh yeah? You’re disabled and an orphan, hm?” Wilbur asked. “Yeah, why? I’m such a big man that it doesn’t bug me!” Tommy returned with faux-confidence.
“Well then, if it doesn’t bug you I guess Phil doesn’t have to adopt you. It’s a shame, really-” “What-Wilbur, what?” Tommy pushed himself up, hands buried in the yellow fabric cushioning him.
“Yeah, Phil wanted to adopt you. You’ve been with us for so long, so when Phil came across your file and saw that you didn’t have any family he took it on himself to personally adopt you.”
“This has to be some sick joke, you can’t be serious.”
“But I am Toms, I am. So is Phil and Techno. We want you to stay with us, Toms. What do you say?” The borrower didn’t have a response, instead opting to cry it out.
“Please-please Wilby, I-i’d love it.”
- - -
Eret watched as a strange man burst through the door. “Hello…? Can I-” “Oh, you must be Eret. My name is Sapnap. Karl kinda got tired on the way here, so I’ll just be in his room.”
Eret watched in confusion as the man went into Karl’s room, holding a resting borrower in his hand.
- - -
Karl woke up from the best dream he’d ever had. He opened his eyes and tried to lift himself off of the mattress only to be met with the realization that it was real as he lay pressed against the fabric of Sapnap’s shirt.
His fiance, one of the two he thought were dead, was alive and promising that Quackity was too. That felt so relieving, yet heartbreaking to him.
Did Sapnap still love him? Or did he only pretend because Quackity and Sapnap became closer than ever while Karl no longer became a part of their lives? How did Sapnap even find his house?
“Amor, I can hear your thinking.” The accented voice of his second fiance rang out, who slowly pried his miniature form from Sapnap’s body. Even in sleep, the fireborn missed him, opting to roll over on his stomach instead.
Endearing.
Karl was brought close to Quackity, who he still didn’t believe was real. The avian merely smiled and pressed a kiss to his face. “I missed you, mi amor.” The Mexican whispered. “I missed you too Q. I-i still don’t think this is real-”
“Eret knows it’s real, I had to have a long f—ing talk with them about the two of us.” The avian laughed a bit at the situation. “Now what’s on your mind?”
“Nothing-” “Karl, shut the f— up. You’re the most transparent of the three of us. Care about yourself for once, please.”
“Fine. I was just worried that all of this was an act. I mean, you two did have a few years alone together, so why would you want me back?” The borrower asked, tears peeking out from his eyes. Quackity’s slender fingers carefully wiped the liquid away.
“We would never pretend, amor. If I’m honest, Sap and I had a…bit of a fallout after everything happened. Losing you meant we lost a part of ourselves, and we simply couldn’t deal with it.” The borrower teared up again, hugging Quackity’s thumb tightly. “It’s okay, let it all out. We’ll be here every step of the way. We’ll never leave again.”
“Wha’s goin’ on?” Sapnap muttered, slowly rolling back over to face them again. “Nothing you a–hole, we were having a good talk, but you had to go and ruin it!” Karl knew there was no malice in those words because there never was.
The fireborn didn’t like that answer apparently, opting to immediately sit up and fall over onto Quackity’s shoulder, who struggled to handle the weight of the other. “Get off of me!” The avian shouted playfully, standing up quickly which made Sapnap lose his spot and fall on the bed.
“F— you!” “Hey! There are others in this house!” Karl quickly reprimanded. Quackity blinked for a little before it clicked in his mind.
“Oh, right, sorry Karlos.” Quackity apologized before lifting the borrower back up to his face and planting a big kiss on Karl’s.”Hey! I want to kiss him too!” Sapnap interrupted with a whine.
“No, you don't get to.” Quackity taunted, holding the little borrower away from the fireborn. “Why not!” Sapnap returned, absolutely devastated.
“Because you can't.” Quackity stuck his tongue out at the fireborn, who apparently couldn't take no as an answer because he immediately stretched himself out and stole Karl right off the avian's hand.
“Hey!” Quackity gasped with betrayal. “How could you, I was giving him cuddles.” Sapnap simply laughed and began snuggling the borrower. Karl just laughed at the whole ordeal. “Okay! Okay! Come on, I want you guys to meet my friends!” The fireborn rolled his eyes with a smile and slid Karl down onto the bed, who immediately grew to human height and stood up, taking one of Sapnap and Quackity’s hands into his own to pull them out of the room.
“Karl! See, Purpled, I told you he was up!” Tubbo immediately announced, running into the taller.
“Tubso! Hey bud, how did you sleep?” “Really good! I had a dream of Tommy, Ranboo, and I sitting on a bench and listening to music! It was a bop!” Karl laughed, hugging the boy.
“Tubso, these are Sapnap and Quackity, my fiances.” Karl introduced, pointing to them. Tubbo thought for a moment before his eyes sparkled with excitement. “Karl! That's so awesome! Do you think any of them want to fire nukes with me?” The bee hybrid bounced.
“Maybe, maybe not, I don't know. How about you go round up everyone so I can introduce them?” “Oh yeah! I can do that big man!” Tubbo announced proudly before excitedly running away.
“Tubbo’s a bit excited. Let's go sit at the table, I'll pull out some foldable chairs.” The man smiled happily. “That sounds awesome.” Sapnap smiled. The two were led into the dining area. Karl opened a closet door, pulling out two foldable chairs. He set them up next to the chair with his name on it. Within moments the teens of the house ran into the room, each taking their respective seats. Karl and Eret sat at opposite ends of the table. Eret pulled out two apple pies and set them out on the table, letting everyone get their breakfast.
“So, any fun things that happened yesterday?” Eret asked, dishing herself a slice. “The Minecrafts are adopting me today.” Tommy announced. Karl looked over at him with a wide smile.
“Toms! That's awesome, I'm so happy for you!” He commented happily. “You'll have to remember to visit us.” “Yeah, big man! Just because you have a family now doesn't mean you can forget about us!” Tubbo commented after, wrapping the boy in a hug.
Eret made eye contact with Karl while the other teens congratulated Tommy. Once the table once again settled down, they cleared their throat to speak. “And who are these two?” She asked, eyeing him with a smirk.
Sapnap gripped his hand as Karl took a breath. “Everyone, these are Sapnap and Quackity, my fiances.” Silence hung in the air, the tension growing quickly. “Look, great reunion and all, but Karl, you said they were dead.” Purpled commented with suspicion.
“I-I know, but they aren't! Sapnap found me yesterday in the alley-” “Have you considered this could be fake?” Purpled returned. Karl was at a loss. He knew it was true, he did, and he could feel it. But what if it wasn't?
“Purpled, do you think I'd let the two in knowing they would just be using him?” Eret answered, and Karl let out a shaky breath. Eret knew. They always did. “And since Karl has a lack of parents I will be stepping in. If any of you two hurt him, let's just say no one will find your bodies.” She smiled, straightening herself in the chair.
Karl burst into laughter as Tubbo bounced in the seat. “Could I nuke them, please, please, please?” “Tubbo no-” Ranboo began, trying to calm the bee down.
“I'm down,” Tommy smirked. “I'm always happy to blow s— up.” The three at the head of the table burst into laughter. “I’d love to see you try, honestly.” Quackity commented as he looked over at Sapnap.
Karl caught his breath again, calming down and relaxing into his chair, holding his fiances' hands tightly. It felt incredible to have the two back.
And yet his mind filled with dark thoughts as everyone else seemed to talk amongst each other. He finished his breakfast and waited until everyone finally left to clean it all up.
“Hey man, what’re you thinking?” Aimsey asked as they approached him from behind, startling him. “Sorry, sorry, it's nothing.” He commented, pulling out the roll of aluminum foil.
“I'd hate to say it but I could see your feelings from across the table, and my power is healing.” She commented, resting a hand on his arm–because they were too short to reach his shoulder.
“I-I guess I'm just feeling bad. My whole purpose in being a vigilante is to make sure no one else suffers like how my fiances did, but I don't even think they had a struggle! I-I don't know, I'm just feeling like I'm not worth anything now because I've lost any purpose I ever thought I had.” He ranted, wrapping the remaining pie in foil.
He had silence to think while he put the pie to the side and started washing the dishes.
“Karl, I promise that it's not true. You've done so much for everyone, whether or not your motives held. You've changed so many lives and saved so many people with that simple phrase. Just because you found out just barely that your fiances are still alive and shockingly uninjured doesn't make your work any less valid.” The healer smiled, wrapping him in a hug.
“You've done so much for everyone, so now it's time to let someone help. Go visit your fiances, I'll handle the dishes.” They finished with a smile, attempting to shove him aside. Karl laughed softly and hugged Aimsey before wandering off to find the two.
- - -
Karl paced the room, holding his new mask in his hands. It had been two weeks since he'd been reunited with his fiances, and now he needed to break the truth to them.
He couldn't find many more excuses for coming home late with bruises and cuts all over him.
Curse HD.
But how would he even tell them?! ‘Hey guess what, I'm secretly a highly wanted vigilante who is pretty overpowered-’ No, no that one won't work, it would just make the two immediately call the cops. And he did not want to see Gambit again.
He'd been watching the hero when he was on patrol while also being a witness to PVP’s redemption in becoming a hero. It made him feel slightly better that his interrogation had helped turn the villain to the right, but also made him feel worse.
Finally, Karl sucked in a breath and clutched his shirt as he opened the door and stepped into the living room where he had heard the two hanging out a few moments earlier.
What he saw was something he never would've thought he'd ever see.
Karl dropped his mask as he stared in shock at Sapnap and Quackity who were now staring at him with panic, dressed up in hero outfits. And not just any hero outfits, but Gambit and PVP.
“W-what the f—...?” He whispered, filled with fear and betrayal. “Karl, wait, it's not what-no it's exactly what it looks like-please let us talk this out-” Sapnap began, slowly approaching him. Karl's breath caught in his throat as he took a step back, away from the two.
“It-it was you…?” He barely mustered, tears threatening to escape. “Amor, wait-”
“It was you two-I-i thought you two were in danger-you two locked me up-you knew-” He struggled, trying to find the words to say in the moment. “I-I know, Amor, and I'm sorry, but we can talk this out-”
“No-no-I-just no, I don't want to talk about this-” Karl choked out, retreating into his room as quickly as he could. He locked the door behind them.
“Love, can we please talk about this-” “Leave me alone!” He choked out, slamming his back against the farthest wall as he interrupted Sapnap. “Leave me alone.” He cried to himself, hearing shuffling from outside.
He cried alone in that room for hours before he eventually passed out from his lack of water.
- - -
“Karl, you need to eat something, please come out…” Ranboo spoke, knocking on the door. “No, go away.” The other responded from the other side. They sighed, staring hopefully at Tubbo.
“He hasn't come out all day, and his fiances haven't been around at all. What do we do?” They asked the bee. “I think Purpled is going in soon, he's going to try and convince Karl to eat.” Tubbo spoke sadly, staring at the door.
“I’m glad someone's trying to do something. Eret's gone out looking for someone–probably his fiances–in their vigilante gear so someone f—ed up.” Aimsey commented. “It's just so sad to see him like this.”
Ranboo nodded, pulling Tubbo away. Aimsey stood at the door for a few moments before eventually stepping away.
- - -
Eret stared out from their perch on a tall building, looking out for two people. They should've seen this coming, they saw everything but that moment.
But finally, their eyes landed on the fiery orange of PVP. She sprung into action, running across the roof and leaping onto the next. He landed roughly but continued, eventually sliding down the side of the small shop, and landing next to the two.
“You couldn't even last two weeks without f—ing it all up, huh?” They began, walking towards their huddle. Gambit jumped back while PVP stood his ground. “I-we didn't mean to, he just saw us like this.”
“I was serious about my threat.” They returned, pulling out an extendable cane. “Wait, no please, we didn't mean to-”
Prince made a move, throwing their cane in the air and slamming it against Gambit’s head. The hero shouted in alarm as he was thrown into the ground. “Wait, wait, Prince! Please, we promise we are just trying to fix this, we are figuring out a plan!” PVP defended himself quickly.
“How. What are you planning on doing to fix this mess?” They spit, letting their cane rest against the ground. “I-Q had a gift he never got to give to Karl, we thought we could use it as a peace offering so we could talk it out.” The ex-villain spoke quickly.
“What is it?” “It’s a necklace, a choker with our initials and birthstones. Karl had done so much for us when I had it commissioned, so I wanted to show our appreciation for him.” Gambit spoke as he pushed himself up off the ground and pulled out a little bag.
Prince took it quickly and opened it up. Sure enough, inside was a black choker. If he looked hard enough they could see silver inside. The vigilante let out a breath, closing the little bag and handing it back. “Fine. We’ll go now.” They spoke, walking away towards the house.
- - -
“Karl, buddy, do you want to talk?” Karl heard Eret ask through the door. “No, leave me alone.”
Karl was alone, the people he thought he could trust weren’t who they said they were. He glanced at the cracker Purpled had left him on the bed, telling him to take a break from being a human and rest.
He didn’t.
“Amor, we have something for you if you’d let us talk it out.” “No,” He said, “I don’t want to talk. This was just a ploy to get me arrested, wasn’t it.”
“No, no, baby, it’s not, I promise. We wanted to tell you on our own, so I’m sorry you had to deal with that. Would you let us talk it out?” Karl thought for a moment. “Maybe…but not now.” He returned quietly.
“That’s okay baby. Would you want us to text you later? We won’t bring it up unless you want us to.” “Please.” Karl started crying again, finally happy to have a middle ground.
“We love you, amor. No matter what.” Quackity finished.
And finally, after spending a whole day against the same wall from last night, he stood up on unsteady feet and flopped onto the bed. He let himself shrink back to his normal size, lying on his back.
“Let’s just see what happens.” He whispered, closing his eyes.
- - -
“So the moles in the commission have been identified thanks to Blaze and Saint, and the coup is almost ready. Is Riot ready to go?” Gambit began in his office. “Theseus is good to go. May I ask who Blaze and Saint are for reference?” Cerberus asked.
“PVP and Egg. The two have been willing to comply with everything we’ve asked of them. Saint remains in the custody of the commission for the time being, and Blaze is to remain with me.”
Gambit returned. “Sounds good. How are we going to start this?” Cerberus asked quickly.
“I’ve had Nuclear and Tulip set up a fake distress signal in an old warehouse. The two say that we should be able to send it out and start tomorrow.” Gambit informed. “Great. And the moles?” Cerberus spoke.
“We have listed down Toast, Marmalade, HD, XD, and Schlatt himself.” Gambit read. “Wait, you can’t be serious.”
“I’m being completely serious.” “Do we have any more backup? The heroes that aren’t will not be enough to handle this.” Cerberus got noticeably more anxious.
“Well, the Flower Girls are helping, all of them. We’ve also got the Happy Crew. Frogger’s offered as well.” Gambit spoke. “Oh, so you’re finally accepting the help of vigilantes?”
“Shut the f— up. Thankfully I think this is all of the new information. I’ve got another group I want to try and see if I can get some help from, but I’m unsure of how that’ll work out.” He finished.
“Alright, just tell me how it goes, okay mate?”
“Got it, thanks, Phil.”
- - -
“Alright, everyone! We have some work to do.” Karl announced, gathering everyone around the round table in the living room. “So Eret and I have done some conversing, and we’ve got a big issue. The hero commission is going through with a coup tomorrow and they won’t make it without our help.”
“So that's where we come in. Let’s go through the plan.”
- - -
Sapnap approached the door slowly, knocking on the door. “Hello?” He asked slowly. The lights were off, but he figured that at least someone would be home. “Hey, it’s Sapnap, I have a question.” The fireborn asked again.
He sighed after no one answered for a few minutes, eventually opting to set a small bag on the doorframe with a note addressed to Karl.
“Well, if anyone’s here there’s something on the door for Karl.” He finished, leaving the house feeling defeated.
- - -
Blaze smiled confidently as he grabbed Gambit’s hand from where they hid in the rafters. They both knew the likeliness that they came out of this alive, yet they were willing to fight the battle for the betterment of the future.
Soon enough they watched as the group of five stepped into the building. “You can come out.” HD spoke immediately.
F—, they forgot about his mind powers.
“What-” Toast started before he was immediately wrapped up in vines. Marmalade made a move to free his partner, only to be pounced on by a tiger. HD was thrown in the air by a blast of wind, while XD blocked a blast of water.
“Great going Flower Girls!” Blaze shouted as he hopped off the beam, spreading his wings. Gambit followed closely, being followed by Saint and the Happy Crew.
Red Devil quickly set Diamond down on the ground, the two falling into their normal formations as Saint followed suit. XD growled as he created a pillar of cement to trap Daisy. The poor heroine managed to barely avoid getting her gills covered.
Gambit threw a trap card at XD who dodged it easily. What he didn’t dodge was the fireball aimed towards his head. “F—! PVP! You traitor!” “It’s Blaze now, f—er!” The fireborn laughed, continuing to hold the air with Gambit.
“What, did you get fancy-talked into becoming a hero?” XD taunted. “No, I just had a change of heart.” He smirked.
The brunet glared through his mask towards the fireborn before launching a knife at the man. He couldn’t get down quick enough, the cold metal slicing through his wing.
“F—!” He shouted as he fell to the ground. Gambit glared, throwing his explosion card, followed by a multitude of other cards.
“Tulip!” Gold shouted after she screamed, covering Toast in gold as he ran to the woman’s side. “What did he do to you?”
“Where the f— is SBI?!” Gambit shouted out.
“Where do you think?” Schlatt spoke, finally stepping into the light. “It was easy to trap them in prison.” The ram hybrid smiled cruelly. “Honestly. For some of the best heroes they are terrible at that.”
Perfect-
You are a traitor.
Get out of my head, George.
You couldn’t even protect your fiance, Karl was it?
Shut up, George.
What makes you think you can protect anyone else?
Shut up!
You are weak. You can’t even save a single person.
I can! I can! Shut up and get out of my head!
You are a sad, pathetic excuse for a human being Sapnap. You shouldn’t even be alive.
He cried as his vision came back. The fight was a mess. Gambit lay on the ground next to him, knocked unconscious. The other heroes were spread through the place in various places.
They hadn’t even stood a chance.
“This is what you heroes get for daring to fight us.” Schlatt smiled cruelly. “XD, if you would?”
Sapnap watched as the man stepped forward, prepared for a clean wipeout.
“Hey d—head, behind you.”
Sapnap smiled as he watched Riot blast the man in the back of the head with a concentrated explosion, knocking the man out. “Riot!” “It’s Theseus now, b—-!” The vigilante cheered.
“Alright everyone, you know what to do.”
Sapnap gasped, trying to push himself up off the ground as he saw Karl’s ever-familiar boots step in front of him. “Leave Schlatt for me.” He commanded. “Wha-Karl, no you can’t fight Schlatt, you can’t affect him, he has training against every type of power!” He warned.
“Relax, Sap, I doubt he’s seen a power like mine.” His fiance spoke with confidence. Quackity shuffled behind him as Goose ran up to the avian’s side and began to heal him.
Sapnap watched Queen team up with Bee against Toast, Shade vanish off to face HD with Prince, and Theseus run off to face Marmalade. “Take a break and watch the show, you two.”
“You’re a f—ing idiot if you think you could face off against me, Oracle. Your stupid psychic powers can’t do anything.” The ram goaded on. “Psychic? Who said anything about that?” The vigilante laughed. “Kind of sad.”
Schlatt didn’t seem to falter at that statement and held his ground as Karl began to approach.
Within moments HD began to scream, falling to the ground and scrambling backwards. “Sir, we can’t just fight him-” “Close your mouth.” The ram shot back.
HD panicked as his mouth vanished, hands reaching up to feel out the area as he began to mumble and screech. “Undo that.” Karl spoke, stopping. “And why should I?” The vigilante merely held up a hand that stopped an explosion mid-attack.
“Watch where you aim those please, Theseus.” He spoke calmly. Sapnap watched with wide eyes. “Now, undo what you did, or that’ll go right into your face.” The fireborn could hear the smile in his fiance’s voice.
“Fine. You can speak again, but don’t you dare try and tell me what you saw there.” HD gasped as his mouth returned, immediately running over to XD’s unconscious body and picking him up, dodging any attacks made by Shade.
“There, that’s better.” Karl seemed smug about the whole situation, stepping forward a bit and letting the explosion go. It hit the wall, shaking the building. “I hope you know I don’t plan to let you near me.” Schlatt spoke.
“Sorry, this fight is escalating, I think I’d like to live.” HD announced before running away with his partner in his arms.
Sapnap was shocked at how calm this whole fight was.
“Now why didn’t you command that?” Karl asked, quizzical. “Because I honestly want to see you try.” The ram smiled tauntingly. Karl continued his slow walk towards the mastermind. “Besides, you need contact for your powers to work, don’t you?” The ram decided. Karl was at quite a disadvantage.
“Who said I needed to touch anyone?” Oh s—, what? Sapnap watched as Karl pointed a finger towards the fight between Toast and the Beeduo. “Watch this, why don’t you?” Within a moment, Toast stopped moving altogether, pausing him mid-fight.
What was Karl doing?!
“I don’t even need to touch to use my abilities.”
Sapnap didn’t miss the flinch from Schlatt. That was what he was doing. Karl was never one for fighting, so he was trying to put on a show to intimidate his enemy into running away. Brilliant.
“What’s happening?” Quackity whispered drowsily, staring at Sapnap. “Karl’s trying to intimidate Schlatt, and I think it’s working. Schlatt flinched.” The fireborn whispered back. Goose was trying hard to contain the confusion on their face, but he could see the poor healer wondering about the situation before they moved on to another hero.
“Really?! What did he do?!” The avian whispered back. “Karl just froze Toast mid-fight without even touching him. He also froze an explosion to keep it from hitting him.”
“Holy s—...” “Exactly.”
“I’ll give you…” Karl spoke up, grabbing his pocket watch and holding it up to his face for a moment, “About one minute to either run away or surrender. If not, you’ll see.” Schlatt took a step back before gathering himself again.
“Watch, see?” Sapnap whispered.
“I’ll never do that, f— you!” The vigilante sighed. “I’d hate to do something I’d regret. Please rethink your choice.”
“Never! You can’t hurt me!” Karl let the pocket watch fall back down to hang at his waist. “You are genuinely a nimrod, I try to show you mercy, and this is what you do? Fine. Your grave.”
The vigilante smiled, running forward. Schlatt panicked slightly before pulling out a sword and pointing it towards Karl before he disappeared.
“They’ll never find your body.” The man whispered into Schlatt’s ear, quiet enough for only the vigilante and his victim to hear, hand draped gently against the back of his head.
Within seconds of Karl’s eyes closing Schlatt simply turned to dust. Gambit screamed as Sapnap stared with wide eyes at Karl, expecting the other to explain it.
Karl decided against that, walking back to his earlier position with a grim look in his eyes. “Poor darling, let me help with that, okay?” The man spoke as he reached the fireborn, kneeling and taking his injured wing in one hand, resting Sapnap’s head on his other hand.
Sapnap glanced over to his wing and watched as the tear fixed itself. “All better.” The vigilante smiled, pulling the fireborn’s face a bit closer as he leaned down to press a kiss to his face. “The best patient.”
“What-what was that…?!” He asked. “My powers. I don’t like fighting or going to that extreme, but it was his choice.”
“I-I thought you were a psychic!” Quackity returned. Karl smiled as he snapped his fingers. “Whoah! Okay, I didn’t do that-” Theseus shouted from the other side of the building.
“I’m not a psychic. My powers are just time itself.” The vigilante smiled gently. Sapnap could feel himself regaining energy and just feeling better. “Really…?”
“Yeah. I can pause people, accelerate or pause their lives, travel forward and backward in time, see visions of the future, all those cool things. I can even heal people by reversing the damage or speeding up the injured area.”
“I’m not going to lie, you looked hot out there.” Quackity smiled. Karl flushed and laughed. “Q! We’re in public!”
The fireborn smirked. “No, he’s right, you were very sexy out there.” “Oh the moment we get back home I am slapping you two with pillows, shut the honk up!”
“How would you like to stay in the hero tower with Q and I? I mean, Theseus is staying there with the SBI now, I think it would only be fitting.” Quackity offered. Karl took a sharp breath. “I-I would love to Q, but I need to stay with the others-”
“Karl shut up and go with them. We can handle ourselves. You’ve helped us all get on our feet, we’ll be just fine without you. And if we do need help we can always call.” Eret interrupted Karl as they put power-dampening cuffs on Toast’s wrists. The vigilante smiled and unpaused the villain once he was sure they had him under control.
“Wha-” The confused villain asked. “You are under arrest.” Eret followed up with.
“Fine, since Eret said so, I’ll stay.” The vigilante smiled. “By the way, I love your little gift.” He finished, pulling away his collar to reveal the choker. It held three letters–Q, K, and S in that order–with their birthstones on each of them. Sapnap pulled Quackity in with a hug. “It looks amazing on you.”
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He smiled as he looked over the framed photo in his hands. A picture of him, Q, and Sapnap at the altar. Karl finally felt like he wasn’t alone after years of being without his fiances. But now they were sealed together with such a precious declaration.
“Karl! Karl help! Sapnap’s armed!” Quackity shouted, hiding himself behind him. Karl smiled with a laugh as he placed the photo down. “Sapnap!” He shouted out in a challenge.
“I’m coming for you!” The fireborn shouted as he emerged from the master bedroom with a pillow in his hands. Karl shrieked playfully as he ran away from the ex-villain, hopping on the couch. Sapnap threw the pillow at him, smacking his face. He devolved into giggles as he threw the plush surface to the side, shrinking down to make himself harder to find.
Quackity hit the couch soon after, the fireborn playfully tackling him. The two were laughing like crazy. Karl decided the safe place would be under the pillow, quick to take cover. The avian’s wings flared and flapped around as Sapnap began to tickle him instead.
“Get him Sappy!” Karl cheered from beneath the protective surface. Sapnap gasped, stopping his playful assault on Quackity. “Q, did you hear that?”
“Yeah!” “I think a certain tiny husband’s trying to hide from our love!” The fireborn spoke out, immediately pulling away his cover and lifting him into the air. “We can’t let that happen, now can we?” He finished, holding Karl close to his chest.
“Hey! I want tiny cuddles too!” Quackity chirped out. “Fine, we’ll just have to take a nap then.” Sapnap suggested, walking towards the room he had just come from. Karl simply laughed, warm within the confines of his husband’s hands.
The fireborn had decided to slowly lay down while the avian decided to jump into the space next to the man. “Okay, now you need to share him.” Quackity demanded with a playful pout. “Fine, but only because you asked so nicely.”
Sapnap let Karl lay down on the fabric of the bed between his two husbands. He eventually felt one of Quackity’s hands resting over him as a sort of blanket with the fireborn layering his hand overtop. “I’m glad I have you two back.” Karl muttered tiredly–his energy went into the fight from earlier.
“We’re so f—ing glad to have you back too,” Quackity whispered in return. “But now you are with us forever.” Sapnap finished as the three were slowly and gently pulled into a beautiful dream.
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luna-lokisdottir · 6 months
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Meeting Wilbur - Music Giant AU Pt. 2
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"Tallulah!" Tommy heard a voice call out from the cave entrance, the blonde watched as the giant gasped.
"Papa!" and then gently dropped him on her bed, Tommy made a small 'oof!' as he watched her stand up to greet the other giant at the door and then parroting:
" 'Papa!?'" There were more of them!? oh gods.. a baby giant was bad enough, but a full-grown one? who knows what might happen, especially since Tallulah had said he wasn't very fond of humans. What was he going to do with him?
His thoughts faded as he heard the little giant exclaim, "Papa! Papa! you're back!" "Tallulah! mi niña!" The Giant exclaimed with the same excitement his daughter had given him; the little one giggled as her father ruffled her hair a little, Tommy smiled a slight bit as he watched the brunette fix her hair back up and then she seemed to have remembered that he was there because the first thing she did as she exited the hug was:
"Oh! Papa, guess what! I have something to show you!" Tommy could feel his stomach drop as she said this, watching as the other giant raised an eyebrow at his daughter.
"Oh?" The ground shook as her father knelt down. To her height, Tommy could make out his brown fluffy hair and glasses as he did so. "What is it, love?" Tallulah giggled as she ran over to her bed and picked the blonde up from the covers and placed him into the palm of her hands.
"Oh! up we go!" He exclaimed. She giggled as she ran over to her father, "Close your eyes!" The brunette said, the elder giant chuckled as he did as he was told.
"What's this about love?" he asked now with both of his eyes closed."You'll see! hold out your hands, too!" he held out his hands, Tommy yelped a little as the toddler put him into her father's hands.
"Okay! you can open them!" Tommy sat uncomfortably watching as those big brown eyes stared down at him. From the look on his face, he could already tell this giant didn't look too happy that he was here, he watched as the giant looked down at him and then back at his child as he cleared his throat and spoke:
"You brought a human into our home?" Tallulah's face fell as he spoke, Tommy watched as the young one rocked back and forth on her two feet.
"Well.. no, " she replied as her father raised an eyebrow, "Technically he brought himself into our home, he just.. woke me up so-" her father took a deep breath as he stood to his full height and even though he wasn't a fan of the little one, Tommy was kind of surprised to see how gentle he was being with him, he was also a bit terrified because this giant was BIG at least several feet taller than his child.
The ground shook as the giant moved closer to his child, putting a hand on her shoulder as he said, "Tallulah, I've told you how dangerous humans are they're smarter than they look.. they could kill us if they had the chance. Do you think I want to see you end up like your mo-"
"I know, Papa!" she quickly interrupted, "But can I just keep him, please?" Tommy panicked internally.
'Keep me?'
"Keep him?" the Giant replied, "Lulah, he's not a dog or cat he probably has a family to go back to. You wouldn't want--" "Pretty, please?" he chuckled as his daughter gave him puppy dog eyes. How could he say no to that face?
Tommy just kind of vibed in the giants hand as they talked it out before beginning to weigh out his options while being stuck with two giants didn't seem ideal. He really didn't have anywhere else to go at the moment, and since no one really enters the enchanted forest to begin with, it would be the perfect place to hide out in at least for a little bit.
So before he changed his mind, he began to speak up, "I- *ahem*" he cleared his throat, catching the other males attention he laughed nervously those big brown eyes were intimidating to look at even if they meant no harm at the moment.
"I actually wouldn't mind staying here with her if that's alright with you?" The giant raised an eyebrow suspiciously as Tallulah gasped in excitement. "Are you sure? You don't have any family or friends who are waiting for you back there?"
He shook his head no, as the giant sighed and then looked over at his child. "Then.. I guess he can stay" Tallulah exclaimed in excitement as she grabbed the little human from her father's hands.
"Yay! oh, thank you, Papa! I'll take good care of him!" she smiled as she gave her papa a big hug he laughed as he ruffled her hair again.
"Oh, since you're going to be staying here, I'm Wilbur, by the way." The giant- Wilbur introduced as he crouched down to eye level with Tommy lifting a finger as if he was holding his hand out to shake.
"Tommy." The human replied, reaching his hand out to shake his um.. finger Tallulah giggled at the exchange, and then she took Tommy to her room.
"I can't wait to show Chayanne, Quackity, Tilín, and Uncle Philza! I wonder what they'll say.." she ranted as Wilbur watched her take him into her room. He laughed before going off to do other stuff.
[Tags: @brick-a-doodle-do @local-squishmallow @i-am-beckyu ]
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Virtual Lies
Hello people reading this! Some of the older members may remember an idea @apersonstories , @funtimemoth , and me came up with in the old community server (that is forever lost the time). I have finally gotten the free time to write the first chapter of this AU! I'm hoping for there to be at least six parts and that you all well enjoy it! TW will be warnings for all of the things that will be going over in the story! I hope you all enjoy! :D
Also if you have any questions don't be shy to send them to me!
TW for all parts- intentional / unintentional dehumanization, accidental fear play, feelings of being trapped and despair, and if there are any more I will add them!
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"Are you sure you want to play this Phil? This game seems kind of weird…" Kristen commented as she read over Philza's shoulder as he installed a simple sim game for his phone, he had happened upon the game well looking for something to entertain himself and the game seemed pretty interesting. 
"Kristen it's just a little life sim, these terms and conditions are probably just making sure you don't do anything creepy with the game" Philza finished installing the game and started making the custom home he would have in the game "I well say tho it's kind of annoying I can only make boxes for the rooms and not connect any of them, it would be nice to make a more complicated hallway then just a straight line."
Kristen just laughed as she sat down on the couch next to Philza and watched him work on the rooms over his shoulder, she every now and again would help setting up some of the rooms. Philza and Kristen did find it a bit strange there were certain rooms they absolutely had to have before they could add bonus rooms.
The game told them they needed three bedrooms, two bathrooms (one with a bath and one without) and a kitchen with a table and chairs in it. Philza found it a bit annoying cuz he didn't even know what kind of virtual family he was going to make and put in this house but he did it anyway.
"There finally fucking done- now to make an actual dining room and living room for this house." Philza got a bit more comfortable on the couch leaning up against his wife as he added the final details to the house and made sure there were a few windows so natural light would come in, the blonde hit done and instantly got a notification saying that his house would take an hour to make.
"What the fuck- this game has literally only been out for a month at best, how is it this fucking slow?" Philza grumbled until he noticed a new notification and clicked on it "Oh wait do I not make my own tiny family for this?"
"I guess not, maybe they had to trade out the customization for the family so you can customize your house more?" Kristen noted as she slowly took her husband's phone and started scrolling through the small family's they could get, she smiled when she found a very nice particular looking pair.
"You should get these three, the Neapolitan ones!" Philza took his phone back from Kristen and smiled at the three young looking NPCs she had picked out, he clicked the check mark next to them and the app informed him that within an hour his home would be done and these three would be moved in. Philza decided to just set his phone down and talk with his wife for a bit till it was time to actually decorate the house he had made for the three, he was really looking forward to the decorating expect of this game!
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Philza has been decorating the house he had set up in the game for at least 2 hours now and thankfully had only spent $10 on extra furniture for the house, plus well setting up the furniture he had learned a very fun and kind of cute thing about the three brothers.
Tommy and Wilbur were little shits and sometimes moved the furniture slightly to a different spot just to mess with Philza. Well Techno straight up picked the furniture up and completely moved it to a different room, Philza didn't really mind and found it kind of funny. The boys were all roughly the age of teenagers so it was probably in their coding to be rebellious.
"Kristen, come look at the house! I finally finished decorating!" Philza called over his shoulder as he looked over at the kitchen, he smiled as his wife walked out and sat back down on the couch next to him. Philza excitedly handed the phone to her, starting to show off each of the rooms.
"So the game gives you a tiny descriptive on the three house members so I tried to decorate their rooms to fit things they like, for example Tommy really likes animals so I gave him a bunch of different toy animals for his room- well Wilbur only likes one animal and that's a sheep so I gave him a bed that kind of looks like a sheep!" Philza explained excitedly as he finally pointed at Techbo's room "Now Techno's room was probably the hardest, his description was pretty blank and the only notable thing was that he likes to read. So I just gave him a few extra bookshelves and made sure they were full of books that he would like!"
Kristen smiled as she looked at the three tiny rooms and zoomed in to inspect them a bit more, she then noticed something a bit strange in Wilbur's room. "Hey Phil, why is there a hole in the corner of Wilbur's room?"
Philza looked at his wife a bit puzzled as he took the phone and also looked at the strange hole in the corner of the room, he and Kristen became even more confused as Wilbur suddenly dropped a pillow over the hole acting like he was trying to hide it.
"I don't know…maybe the game is just glitching out?" Philza suggested as he moved over to the kitchen and went back to adding small details to the counters so it felt a bit more lived in, he set his phone down as it started to load and set up decorations.
"Why is it loading? You just added some small decorations to the kitchen." 
"Hm? Oh I'm not really sure but whenever I place decorations a loading screen pops up, I'm starting to think the game didn't add in the future of you placing the item down like the Sims." Philza explained as he picked his phone back up once it was done loading "Do you think I need to add anything to the living room or kitchen?"
Kristen took the phone again and started inspecting the kitchen and living room, she moved over to the dining room and pointed at one of the corners that was very bland looking. "I think you just need to add a painting here and you should be all done with decorating!"
"I'll do it later, is dinner ready by any chance?" Philza asked, turning his phone off for now and standing up from the couch, he followed his wife to the kitchen and smiled as he spotted the finished pasta.
"I have! We just need to wait for the cheesy garlic bread in the oven to finish up, can you grab my oven mitts?" Kristen asked as the timer on the oven went off and she started turning the heat off, she thought of her husband as he handed her the oven mitts and pulled out their cheesy garlic bread.
The two started dishing up their plates and getting ready for dinner Philza ignoring the notification he got on his phone from his new game.
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Tommy inspected all of the plush animal figures that had been left inside of his room and started moving the ones that he found extremely creepy into a corner making them stare at the wall, he didn't like the stuffed animals lacking button eyes. He actually found it pretty creepy they just had weird black buttons replacing their eyes.
"Tommy? What are you doing?" Wilbur asked as he walked into his little brother's room and noticed him moving the toys around. "Um…why are they all just staring at the wall-"
"They are creepy evil creatures that don't deserve to stare at the room!" Tommy explained as he shoved yet another large plushie into the corner. "I hate them."
Wilbur leaned against the door frame as he watched his little brother continue to choose which stuffed animals would be staring at a corner and which ones got left alone in the room; he patiently waited a few minutes until his little brother seemed to be done.
"So now that you've exiled some of these guys to the corner do you want to go eat? Techno was able to find a small bit of food in the weird cold box thing." Wilbur asked, taking his little brother's hand and started to lead him towards their kitchen.
"I guess, when we're done eating we're going to skip and go home right?" Tommy asked with a big smile on his face as he looked up at his brother. They had been stuck with these horrible humans for at least two months now and Tommy just wanted to go back home. 
Tommy didn't really notice the weird face his brother made as they walked into the kitchen and he sat down at the table, the young borrower's nose scrunched up and disgusted as a plate of nothing but vegetables was placed in front of him. 
"Why are there so many carrots and peas? Are there any crackers, nuts, or fruits?" Tommy asked poking the two peas on his plate with his finger, he knew not to complain about food too much but this was all they had been eating for months!
"No. That's all that was in the cold box Tommy, just eat up and then go to bed." Techno said in a Stern voice as he started munching on his own peas and carrots.
Tommy wanted to protest but felt Wilbur lightly kicked his foot and decided not to argue with Techno, he begrudgingly started to eat his peas and carrots hating every minute of it. Why can't the stupid humans in the white coats give them actual food?
The young blonde finished his dinner instead of from his seat getting ready to head back to his room, he walked around the table and gave his brother Techno a hug.
"I'm sorry I complained about the peas and carrots, they weren't that bad." Techno reached up and padded Tommy on the back and then sent the young boy back to his room, Tommy tried to ignore his brothers as they obviously started to have a conversation without him.
The young blonde grabbed one of the small plushies that looked like a moth and climbed into his weirdly shaped bed, for some reason it had Wheels but both him and his brother said it was not in fact an old wagon turned into a bed. Especially with the ugly silver color it was.
Tommy wrapped himself up tightly in the blankets hugging the moth plushie close to his chest, a few moments later Tommy felt a soft kiss against his forehead and finally fell asleep hoping he would wake up home with his brother's and they could finally eat something that wasn't peas and carrots.
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mysterious-gizem · 6 days
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𝚄𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙴𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛
Warning/s: (???)
Prompt given by: @da3dm
Taglist: @gt-mcyt, @coolest-moon.
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Tommy proudly came home from his little haul, he placed his findings on the ground and inspected every item—A decent amount of clean fabric, and even a few fruits—He thanked the gods he lived on the outer part of the city, so he could forage for food on the plants.
(He misses the food humans made though-)
He sat down in content, having already eaten on his outing. He quickly fixed up his area and snuggled underneath his covers for warmth, the night was spent with eerie silence, yet nonetheless, the borrower slept comfortably that night.
As the sun rose, rays of light beamed down onto the rundown streets of the once-populated city—it was still fairly populated, just not with the living—The borrower still slept soundly in the walls of one of the apartment buildings, Tommy was not a light sleeper in any way; that's when his instincts kick in and warn him if anything happens while he's sleeping.
His eyes blinked open, as he let out a groan while rolling out of bed. The blond grabbed his satchel and his items; he was planning to go to the inner city, risky yet necessary.
The young blond began to head out of his little cavern, he peeked out of the semi-opened window, and saw vast empty streets; he hurriedly started to run across the empty streets, still hiding under objects in case of any unexpected interactions, he knew better than to expect the streets were going to be this empty along the way.
He passed by a few of those mindless creatures, luckily none seemed to pick up on his scent; which was their most highly sensitive sense. As he neared the core of the city, groans became more apparent to his ears.
Tommy could do this! He was a big man, never mind that he was trembling.
Tommy dashed across the streets, nearly getting stepped on in the process; the blond yelped as he almost tripped over a tiny pebble. As he quickly regained his stature he spotted a store not too far away, the blond grinned widely as he began to sprint towards the store. The door was slightly ajar which worked in the blond's favor.
He rushed inside and he was instantly met with rows and rows of looming shelves, albeit it was a bit messy; it seemed that there was still edible food on the shelves. He immediately started to search for crisps; one of the few human foods he had the luxury of tasting, he eventually found the aisle that kept the junk foods.
The teen was practically drooling at the sight as he spotted one of the few crisps he tasted before. The borrower; despite his small stature, was strong enough to carry the lightweight bag back to his home, he however chose to open one of them to munch on.
His taste buds practically melted as the taste brought him nostalgia, he cherished the moment as he got lost in the taste. The blond kept scarfing down the food, as the teen continued with his actions; he was completely oblivious to the door creaking open.
He was snapped out of his trance as he heard a loud grumbling groan looming over him, he was met with the grueling face of the creature; the borrower screamed in terror as he tried scrambling away falling off the shelf in the process. The creature stumbled about, chasing the borrower knocking over the shelves, chaos brewed as the blond dodged objects.
His heart pounded in his chest, the rush of adrenaline pushing him to run faster and faster. He barely grasped the fact he ran face-first at a wall, he scrambled to the sides; not realizing he backed himself into a corner.
He turned around, registering that a shelf had fallen atop the mindless creature, it hissed and growled as it slowly broke itself free. Other shelves and various items blocked his way, he wasn't in great shape to climb any of them as well, that's when it dawned on him.
Shit...
He's done for.
His eyes watched intently as it wiggled itself out of its awkward position, the blond took a shaky breath; the entity roared as it reached out an arm, the sudden act forced him to instinctively shut his eyes and prepare for the worst. His ears felt like it was about to burst; all he could hear was loud ringing.
And then nothing.
He tried grasping onto the wall behind him, but his hold faltered as he dropped to his knees. The borrower trembled as he sensed a shadow loom over his wobbly frame. Incoherent words made their way to his ears, words that boomed, so much so that it sounded cold and terrifying.
Their words blurred together until he was met with a huge hulk of a man with a terrifying boar mask. His voice returned to him as he started spewing out curses or sentences like 'get the hell away from me!' The teen was nothing short of frantic as suddenly another figure came into vision, the new person was shorter than the man with a boar mask but was still significantly taller than him.
That didn't stop him from swatting and cursing at them until the man with golden locks like him spoke in a deep yet loving tone.
"Hey mate, we're not gonna do anything, but you look pretty shaken up-" The taller was cut off by the borrower's bold mouth. "Oi just back off man, I can take care of myself!" He retorted and stubbornly flipped him off.
"We still have to take these supplies back to our base, how about you think about it?" As the teen turned back around the two men already sheathed their weapons and began grabbing items, he wanted to protest as he watched them take away mostly all the food, yet his mouth snapped shut.
Was it that bad if he decided to go with them?
He was lost in thought until the familiar voice asked again, "Hey kid we're leaving, you sure you don't wanna come with us?" He was met with silence as Tommy blankly stared up at him. The man sighed as he turned to walk away.
He came to an abrupt stop as he heard the borrower's voice, now sounding smaller and rather...weak.
"Wait..."
"I'll come with you."
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Hallowed Wings
Mini break from writing Wyrm Problem because Tumblr is being a butt with saving shit, how about some crow father noms since I haven’t written vore in a bit and wanna practice more descriptive writing?
Tw: soft vore, digestion thoughts, injury, car crash.
Normally in winter, animals were supposed to be hibernating, or on low energy mode. You were driving down a snowy mountain road, fresh powder making it dangerous to drive any faster than the speed limit. As you turned on a bend a deer came out from nowhere, causing you to slam your breaks. The chains on your tires struggled to keep your grip as you slid towards the guard rail, and with a loud crash you were in brief free fall before tumbling down into the wilderness…
By some miricale after a few hours you woke up, shivering and chattering your teeth, winds whistled through your broken windows, glass ground finely all around you into a hazardous glitter. You managed to unbuckle your seatbelt, blood was on your hands and cut across your forehead, you were a wreck, and at least a half mile down from the crash site. Worst of all, there was no signal and your phone was dead. You got out of the car and got on top of the roof, looking around for anything, any sign of people having been here.
Other than the trail your car left by tumbling, you were the only one here. You jump off the roof and wince, your body was sore and cut up, you needed warmth and shelter. Grabbing your jacket and a blanket from your trunk you began walking. You kept walking, and walking, and walking. You were getting more and more lost, and sleepier. No shelter, too cold, what’s that noise? You faintly heard and felt something heavy approach and the calls of what seemed to be a thousand crows, but you were too cold. Snow drifting down around your tired form and haphazardly trying to cover yourself. Something gigantic had found you…
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Phil was supposed to be asleep. He slept under the bush bridges of human activity, minding his own business. The only time he got involved was when someone was severely hurt. The giant Crow heard something tumbling down the mountain, stirring from his hibernation slumber.
Probably a boulder, the crow beast thought, tucking his wings closer to his body. But then he smelled it, blood. Faintly, but it was definitely there. That’s not good.
The instinct to protect was what got him up, yawning and stretching himself out. He exited his cave for the first time in about a month and released the deer he was using for an energy stasis, drying it off and watching it sprint off. He had a feeling this poor person was going to need it. Giants had a superior sense of smell compared to humans, so it was pretty easy to track them down. Or at least their car. Phil tsked with pity, the car was definitely totaled, the engine hood was pierced and even though he couldn’t see the details he knew the car wouldn’t even start. He gently picked up the car and pocketed it, continuing his search. Crows started to gather around him, chattering and perching on his shoulders and hat, some even on his nose.
“Okay okay, what is it?” He asked, trying to hide his worry.
Some of the crows took off heading in the direction of the scent trail, Phil followed but was careful not to run. He didn’t know how much the human was bleeding, and blood tends to interfere with the specific location of a target. Phil kept his eyes on the ground, and he paused, he’d found them. They were haphazardly covered by a blanket, and losing consciousness. The crows got antsy and started to fly from Phil to them. Shit, this was no good.
Phil kneeled down to pick them up, dark feathered talons with lightly tanned skin being as gentle as possible. He picked up the blanket and put it in another pocket, and examined the person. They were definitely going to need medical attention. But the nearest town with a hospital was too far, and he couldn’t visit as a giant, that would break an ancient and sacred agreement between man and giant. So he’d have to nurse them back to health. He shifted them into his other hand and gasped softly; They were still bleeding. Without (major) hesitation he lifted them to his face and opened his mouth, careful of his fangs, and slid them in, tucking them under his tongue. Giant saliva had a special healing property during hibernation season, so he was hoping it would get under their clothes and fix the wounds beneath.
He began heading home, catching a few deer to make him and his temporary guest a quick meal. Hopefully they liked venison, or they could probably eat some vegetable shavings. He got home and the murder of curious crows dispersed, leaving him and the human alone. He felt them moving faintly in his mouth, it felt weird not swallowing them already, but there were a few things that needed to be done first to ensure both of them would be fine. He got a pot of water boiling and some vegetables he’d stored deep in the cave, which was supposed to be a snack for when spring rolled in. He could always hunt when he wakes up again, but first was getting him and the human ready for hibernation. There was no way he was just going to put them on the road, they could get run over or abducted. It was safer with him, they were pretty deep in the wilderness afterall. Phil was waiting for the water to boil as he carefully shaved the deer he caught when he felt the human wake up, shit.
Phil carefully cupped his hands around his mouth and pushed them out, feeling them slip onto his hands. He enclosed the groggy human in his hands so they wouldn’t get temperature shock and used his undershirt to dry them up of any excess saliva. This was going to be a lot to explain…
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Warm. It was warm and humid wherever you were. You stirred with a grunt, and paused. Everything was dark, it smelled awful, and was wet and, squishy? Something was on top of you soaking you in liquid, what the fuck happened? You tried pushing whatever was on top of you off, and it moved. A confused and startled hum echoed around you, and the thing slid underneath you and scooped you on top. You were in a mouth. A goddamn mouth that belonged to a giant creature.
You were expecting it to swallow. To tilt its head back and enjoy a midnight snack, but instead you were sliding towards its teeth, that opened up and let some light in. It was careful letting you out, hands bigger than your car cupped around the mouth to catch you and hold you close. The hands enclosed around you as you felt faint breezes of cold snowy air slithering through the thin slits between fingers. You assumed it was trying to keep you warm.
Because a living snack wouldn’t be fun to hunt if it died to temperature shock. You thought, shivering slightly. The creature lowered you down and partially opened his hands, part of what was probably a shirt slipping in as it shifted its hands and started to try and dry you up. You took off your jacket and let it, wanting to know it’s motives.
“Are you alright mate?” The creature rumbled. “You took quite a beating.”
It-he was trying to make small talk. You stayed silent, shocked by the sheer volume.
“… Mate? Little fella? You alive down there?” He asked, sounding worried. “Hello? Tap if you can hear me.” He asked, but in your position it might as well have been a demand.
You hesitated, but when you felt him shift his hands you quickly started rapping on his finger, the thick leathery surface felt alien and made you pause. You went from near death, to being in a mouth, to now being in a pair of hands, hitting giant fingers that probably didn’t care about your feeble efforts. But somehow the hands stopped moving for a moment, registering your touch, and they lifted slowly.
“I’m going to open up my hands, okay? Brace yourself.” He said, hands stopping their lifting motion. It felt like a weird fleshy elevator. You put back on your jacket, it was still soaked but it would provide some protection from the cold.
The hands slowly opened and revealed a gigantic pale face with some midnight-black feathers along the chin, soft blue eyes staring directly at you, blonde hair, and diamond shaped markings at the corners of his eyes, like a teardrop almost. You backed up, startled by how close he was, he was unphased by your movement.
“How are you feeling?” He asked you, his voice thundering through your body. You flinched at the tone slightly, then looked back up at him.
“I, I’m okay,” you said, hugging your knees to your chest and curling up. “What are you gonna do to me?” You asked, almost quietly as if you didn’t want to know.
“Well, unfortunately you’re gonna have to stay with me for a bit, we’re miles from the closest town with a hospital, you need some rest and some food.” He said, glancing over to his right. You looked at where he was looking, a large cast iron cauldron was bubbling softly above a flame. You paled, trying to stand up.
“Whoa! Take it easy mate, you just got out of a nasty crash.” He warned, one of his fingers shot in front of you to act as a rail to balance on. “Look, I’m not gonna cook you or chew you up or anything you’re probably thinking, I just want to help you out. I’ll explain more later.”
“Are you going to eat me?” You asked. He went silent and was thinking. “… s-sir? Are you going to-“
“There’s a lot to explain regarding that, I’ll tell you more after dinner.” He finally answered in a soft voice, “can you tell me what happened? The crash?”
“… all I remember was a deer on an icy road. It jumped out of nowhere, and I swerved and slid off the guard rail. I was supposed to be home by now…” you explained.
“And then?” He asked, shifting you to a single hand so he could stand up. He lowered you towards his chest, close to his heart. The rhythmic and steady beating of the powerful organ calming you down a little.
“I woke up, and grabbed my jacket and blanket to find help.” you said. “I know, pretty stupid, but, I was so scared.”
“Well you’re fine now mate.” The giant said, checking on the pot. “Say, do you like venison?”
“I, kinda,” you answered honestly. He hummed and set you down on a rocky ledge a bit away from the cauldron. He picked some dried plants from a chest next to it and crumbled them in his hand, sprinkling them in and using a well-carved wooden spoon to stir the pot. You backed away from the giant, his pointed ear tufted with black feathers perked hearing your movement.
“Calm down, you’re fine. I won’t hurt you I already told you that.” He said gently, not even looking up. It was maybe an hour he spent watching the soup, stirring and adding things to it. Looking around the cave you saw it was very bare, there was a large pile of feathers and moss deep in the back, a few chests scattered with labels scratched onto each one, a still cave pond, and towards the mouth was the cauldron and a wooden bowl. It was a decent shelter, it was a shame he was all on his own.
“You ready to eat mate?” The giant’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. “You need to be well fed to survive the winter.”
You looked up at him, his attention was turned to you, you were shocked to see him from this far back. He had wings, massive raven black wings folded behind his back with white diamonds on the primary feathers’ tips.
Is he like a fallen Angel? You thought, nodding your head to his question. He blinked and tilted his head in confusion.
“You’re a little too small for me to see a nod or shake but I’ll take it as a yes.” He said, lifting his hand towards you. You gasped and braced yourself to be grabbed, but you felt his clawed finger nudge you moments later. He was offering his hand for you.
You looked ups and accepted, cautiously stepping onto the soft leathery texture. He lifted his hand and lowered you to the floor next to him, closer to the fire to warm up. He filled his bowl and dipped a smaller spoon than the one he used to stir the creation into the bowl and scooped out broth, some meat, and vegetables, blowing on it and offering it to you. You looked up at him, unsure, but he gave you a gentle and patient smile. He kept saying something about surviving the winter, so that probably meant you should be trusting his cooking. Standing up, you took a sip from the broth, and melted. This was amazing as you kept drinking, the giant nudged some of the soup chunks closer to you and you grabbed a carrot, retreating and gently nibbling on it. You’ve had enough food, he could tell as he then dipped the spoon back into the bowl and lifted once again, this time opening his mouth to eat the spoonful he had. You turned away from him, not wanting to think about that.
Once he was done he put the spoon and bowl back on top of the food chest, blowing out the fire. He then lowered his hand for you, and you hopped on.
“Alright mate, now comes the hard part.” He sighed. You were now frightened, what was he talking about?
“So as you know I mentioned that we’re miles from the nearest human town. And I’m not about to terrorize a bunch of innocent humans to get you home. So, we’re going to have to wait for spring, but you’re not going to like it.” You already didn’t like what he was getting at. “Typically a giant will swallow an animal to hibernate through the winter through this process called energy stasis. You both need to be well fed and at an equal proportion of energy to each other for it to work.”
He really was going to eat you. He was only being nice for an easy dessert. You started panicking, pressing yourself away from him, was he really trying to help? He noticed your panic and looked disheartened, but shook it off quickly.
“I promise you’ll be safe mate. All giants have a crop, a storage stomach if you will. You’ll be safe and warm, the sooner we get this done the faster you can go home.” He explained. What choice did you have really? It literally was his way or the cold frozen mountain highway, and who would be out this late?
“… and you’ll let me out when you wake up?” You asked.
“Yes, I promise.” He said sincerely. Well, into the belly of the crow you went.
“O-okay, wait! Before you eat me, what’s your name?” You asked. Hopefully exchanging names would lessen the chances of you being eaten and digested.
“Mh? Oh shit I never introduced myself!” He exclaimed, his feathers puffing up a bit. “I’m Philza, and you?”
“(Y/N)” you said, reaching your hand out to shake. He lifted one of his fingers to shake.
“Alright, you ready mate?” He asked, lifting you to his mouth. Hot breath escaping his lips and warming you up. You nodded, deciding to take off your jacket and left it on his hand. He picked it up with his other hand and opened his mouth wide enough for his tongue to cover his teeth.
He tilted his hand and you slid into the wet humid cavern. This time the tongue gently rubbing against you, the roaring sound of air whooshing in and out above you just made everything so surreal. It didn’t feel natural, everything was so odd. The tongue finished lathering you up for the journey below with a quick stroke against the face. Phil hummed softly and comfortingly, tilting his head back. Oh god, it really was happening. You wanted to change your mind, it was too dark, you didn’t know where anything was or how close you were to the throat yet, you were in free fall, until you were grabbed by flesh,
Gulp!
And you were off, sliding down the tight throat with the muscular walls kneading you deeper into the beast. The loud thumping of his heart echoed around you, calming you down, and grounding you in a way. The sound of his lungs hard at work, massive air sacs whooshing with each breath, it was mesmerizing. You were slid into a sort of empty space. A fleshy pit with calmly pulsing walls. You felt Phil get up and immediately pressed yourself to a wall. You felt soft patting from behind you, and a muffled yet echoing “Shh, you’re okay,” followed by a rumbling purr. You started taking deep breaths, starting to feel sleepy. This must’ve been the energy transfer he was talking about. You slumped against the storage stomach’s walls, it was getting harder to concentrate or think, all you wanted was sleep. And so you gave yourself what you wanted, relaxing and closing your eyes. You could faintly feel Phil laying down and heard a loud exhale, a huff you guessed. Two months inside a giant’s stomach, how hard could it be to adjust?
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Endless Sleep
Tw: death mention, grieving.
Tommy’s sleep was restless, it had been several weeks since the incident, as those dumbass therapists called it… he hated that word now. Ever since that day, it had been hard to close his eyes.
He missed those mofos so much.
In his sleep, in the very same room on a significantly bigger bed than the one he rested in on a nightstand, Philza would awaken, and sit up with a groggy look about him, wiping some sleep from his eyes he would turn to look at Tommy… a sigh coming from his lips.
He himself had troubles too, but he had to be there for Tommy; It was all that kept him going, losing two of his three sons would do that to you… need something to keep you going. He’d rise to his feet, and gently stroke Tommy’s small hair with a finger, feeling his soft movements, despite the sad nature of his distressed motions, it was the most active he’d seen him in a while.
“Shhh…” He whispered softly, stroking his blond hair until he calmed. The larger avian would look out a window, gazing at the night sky, the stars shining brightly. He wished he could see them just one last time.
On the nightstand, close to where Tommy slept was a photo of the once happy family, but now half of them were gone. Techno, gone much too soon and Wil, taken most recently.
It was heart shattering.
Memories flashed through Phil’s mind, as soundless tears dripped from his face, times of love, times of laughter; God he’d give anything to have those times back.
One memory in particular appeared, a day like any other, except all four of them were tired as shit hehe… Phil nearly crashed the car that day, picking them all up from their work or school in Tom’s case.
Tubbo had called them all sleepy boy’s when he came to visit, and the name kind of stuck, it became an inside joke, Sleepy Boi’s Incorporated, they called themselves.
They tried their best to stay awake and have some family bonding time together but… when Wil face-planted into a pie that Tommy had moved in front of him, Phil would send them off to bed.
Everyone learned a lesson from that to not stay up too late hehe…
Suddenly, lost in his thought, something would perch on Phil’s shoulder, and nuzzle his neck. “Tommy…?”
“Phil.” Tommy replied simply, wings held close to his body as he stayed there on the Bean’s shoulder.
“Did I wake you?”
“Nah, if your snores can’t wake me up old man I doubt anything could.“
That caused a laugh from Phil, Tommy staying perched on despite the shakes, Phil was still crying a bit, but the laughter felt nice. The smaller avian smiled, burrowing into Phil’s neck as he reached up and placed a hand on Tommy to almost hug him, a sniffle coming from Tom.
“You okay mate?”
“Yeah,it’s just… I wish they were here with us.”
“Me too Tom, me too.” Phil replied, sighing again as he sat down, softly stroking Tom’s hair.
“It’ll be okay mate. They’d- they’d want us to carry on…”
“Yeah, Wil would’ve cracked a joke here I think. Techno would maybe have laughed in his usual way, patting your back…” Tom mumbled to himself, just staying as close to Phil as he could.
“Yeah, probably.” Phil said with a sad smile.
“I think… I’ll be okay… won’t we Dadza..?”
“Yea… yea mate,”
“We’ll be okay.”
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Hey y’all, Red here.
Regarding the Wilbur Soot allegations…
Wilbur Soot is gone; As far as I'm concerned, the Wilbur Soot we knew is dead now... the one we knew and loved would never do the things he's done, all that's left is this, terrible abuser who I can’t even recognize. :,]
I believe… we can still make fics about the one we knew and loved, our Real Wilbur, not this- disgrace.
Separating the one we knew and loved from the disgrace that emerged from the ashes;
And so I had this fic idea… a smol Fic Idea: A tribute to the SBI, Phil and Tommy-centric with the two in grieving over the deaths of Wil and Techno, but after some bonding and comfort- g/t, the short fic would end with the simple words... "It'll be okay" to celebrate the life of Techno, as we are getting close to that time of the year again… when we lost the legend… and to celebrate the Wilbur Soot we knew and loved, but abhor what he has become.
Just to be clear: I 100% support Shelby, she’s a good person, who didn’t deserve any of what happened to her… or anyone else affected by Will…
This fic, and any subsequent ones released after this by me… are not in support of Will, they are a tribute to the happy memories the Wilbur we knew and loved gave us, and mourning of the loss of the one that gave us hope, and inspired us…
I miss him, and after that ‘apology’
In the words of Soldier Boy…
“You’re such a f^cking disappointment.”
🫂
Here’s a hug for everyone in need :,] I’m still on hiatus, just to be clear… but when I get the chance to truly come back I will, I love all of you/p
And I hope y’all have an excellent day… (When I come back I’ll also clear out my inbox- thanks for the asks <3/p)
See y’all… when I see you. ❤️/p
P.S. I do apologize if people look at this fic in bad taste, I wrote this for myself majorly, in mourning of the man who was “Everything I wanted to be” as quoted from Spider-Man Ps4.
@kayla-crazy-stuffs @brick-a-doodle-do @i-am-beckyu @poprockpanda @a-tiny-frog-girl @local-squishmallow
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2-sleepy-for-this · 1 year
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Our little brother au
Babes wake up, new au just dropped
I know I’ve already got aus I haven’t even written for yet but this one must be added to the list
the main plot is that its Neapolitan bros centric. Techno and Wilbur are twins that live together in an apartment because they’re both in college. They both have normal lives, or as normal as a stressed college student can get, and other than missing their dad, Phil, who lives hours away, life is great.
until they hear the crying.
both curious, the two brothers go check it out only to find a small creature.
it had golden curls and the brightest blue eyes, but what they really noticed was it looked no older than five.
it- they seemed almost completely human, except for size and some other more animalistic features.
and…they were crying, calling out for someone but based on how rough he looked, it seemed that person wouldn’t answer.
Wilbur and techno looked at each other, techno gave a silent nod, Wilbur stepped out into their line of vision.
the creatu- the young boy took notice of him and only seemed to cry harder, backing himself into a corner and curling up.
“hey…it’s okay little guy”
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sooo, thoughts? If you have any questions about this or other aus my ask box is always open ! (´∀`)
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guppybubbles · 1 year
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You wanted prompts so let me hit you with some fake fic titles! No pressure to do them all and you can take as long as you like🥰 will send em separately too!
A Glass half Full
A GLASS HALF FULL
Borrower Wilbur and Borrower Techno are realists. When reality gets too negative, Techno is always there to be Wilbur's optimist.
Word Count: 1,714 words
CONTENT WARNING!!! : mentions of blood, decapitation, and a rat. these are only mentioned once, but a warning is good.
( A/N: i wrote these in between my study sessions for the exams,,,,,,,,, also yayy my first fic in like.. seven years i think? have mercy on me idk what i'm doing. ALSO THIS IS MOSTLY JUST TECHNO AND WILBUR BONDING I JUST LOVE THEM OKAY. also also ty for the fic title beckyu!! )
Wilbur paced back and forth, arms crossed and in deep thought. "How many days do you think our food can last?" 
"About two days— three, if we can portion it out correctly." Techno replied, sitting on their makeshift couch as he opened their very own medical kit, filled with cut up bandages, drops of alcohol, a little roll of tape and other things they've borrowed over the years. 
"And… your arm?" 
Techno unwrapped the bandages and winced at the horrible sight, dried blood and bite marks after they encountered an abnormally big rat yesterday. He handled it better than he expected, but before the injured rat scurried away, it attempted to bite his head head off, which resulted with him blocking with his arm. “S’fine. Nothing too bad.”
Wilbur sighed, and Techno could imagine the exasperated eye-roll behind him. “It really isn’t that bad.”
“Yeah. Nothing too bad my arse.” His twin circled around the couch and took a cotton ball, pouring alcohol and taking hold of his arm. His eyebrows furrowed in a way that meant he was thinking of so many things, his eyes were on Techno’s arm but his mind was elsewhere. Despite being distracted, he was careful. Of course, the alcohol gently cleaning his fresh wounds still hurt and he would wince every time it stung a little too much, but Wilbur knew when to pause and give him a break before continuing. 
Wilbur took a new bandage roll and wrapped it around Techno’s arm. “What’s wrong?”
“What?” Wilbur looked at him, a confused look on his face.
“You’re thinking about something. What are you thinking about?” 
“Oh.” Wilbur avoided his gaze again, biting off the tape and securing his wounds in his newly bandaged arm. “It’s— We just need more food. I’ll go borrow some right now, and don’t come with me, I swear to Prime, you’re injured.”
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Techno still ended up following him.
Wilbur had thought he convinced him to stay behind and rest, he even stayed for TWENTY more minutes trying to get Techno to lay down and not get up. He listed potential things he could do while waiting for him to get back, it wasn’t a very long list, and it only lessened because Techno was injured and what they mostly did was build new furniture or upgrade their equipment. For extra measure, Wilbur took Techno’s borrowing equipment to make sure he doesn’t have anything to use to venture out, forcing his twin into house arrest. It was with good intentions, Wilbur thought, He was literally injured.
“You think I could just let you leave to go borrow so early in the morning?” Techno argued, holding Wilbur’s borrowing equipment. After that, there was nothing else Wilbur could do to convince Techno to go back, because Techno was stupidly stubborn, and held his hand to drag him to the pantry.
His stubbornness irritated Wilbur so much, because it was exactly like him. While having incredibly different interests, they still acted the same, that’s what made them get along after spending their entire life in tandem. Together, they were raised for different jobs in their old colony. Together, they’d switch their looks just so they could avoid the chore they hate. Together, they grew up and left the colony. Everything they did, they did it together. Wilbur guessed simply getting food from the pantry wouldn’t be an exception from that.
They moved in silence, but not one of them needed instructions from the other for the reason that they were also moving in sync. As they gathered food, not a single sound was made, not even when they ruffled through plastic material did it make a noise. “There’s something still bothering you.” Techno noted, almost finished with packing his own bag of food. Not including the stash they had at home, the food bags they were holding could last them for a week or so. Wilbur stayed silent, tying up his pack and slinging it over his shoulder. “I think we got enou—” “Wil.”
Techno cut him off, already knowing his evasion tactics. Wilbur found their surroundings much more interesting than his twin. “If you wanna say something, we got to talk it out. Were you so distracted with your thoughts that you didn’t notice the pantry door isn’t locked? You didn’t even tell me to hide from the doors opening view or anything.” 
“What’s wrong?” Techno asked again. There was a slight shift in his tone, unnoticeable to anyone that wasn’t his twin. He was worried, and Wilbur felt bad that he was hiding his thoughts to his only companion for years. He still wanted to think about it some more, it’s the reason why he made the excuse of leaving so he could have just a little time for himself before speaking with Techno about it.
“I think it’s time we move out.” Wilbur finally looked at the pink-haired borrower for his reaction, only for Techno to make a gesture that told him to go on and elaborate. He took a seat on the floor before he spoke again.
“... The humans are in here too much. The kid’s got this.. Summer break so I don’t think he leaves for school until.. I don’t know how long! You know this, we can’t even go out at night most of the time because his schedule is unpredictable. I mean, one moment, he’s awake the whole day and night and the other he’s just sleeping for how long. Then the dad, his shifts are different too. He goes out early and we don’t know how long we have until he gets back, and even when he leaves, the kid’s still here too! We stay inside most of the time and we barely even have a chance to go and refill when our supply runs out. Not to mention, that fucking rat! Have you seen how huge that thing was?!”
He continued, “No matter how long we wait, one of them will always be wandering around. It’s not safe.”
They stood in silence for Prime knows how long. “But… Why now? You said you loved it here.” Techno asked, leaning against a box of cereals. “Even when they had Christmas break and stayed here almost every day for those long weeks, you never even thought about leaving.”
When Wilbur stayed silent, having that same expression of deep thought, it was Techno’s turn to continue talking. “I think this house is pretty great. Many hiding spots, escape routes, and they always buy a lot of stuff so they never notice when anything goes missing. Even though they stay up late, they’re always too focused on their work so we have enough time to do what we need to before they notice. It’s way better than going to a new home and having to relearn this all over again, right?”
“No. Maybe— I thought maybe I liked it here, but it’s just not safe.”
“It’s safer here than it is out there.” Techno sat next to Wilbur, awkwardly patting his shoulder in a way to show his affection. Wilbur would’ve laughed at his awkwardness, but only shrugged his hand away. “We’re borrowers, Tech. No where is safe for us.”
There was silence again. 
“Okay.”
“Hm?” Wilbur hummed, looking at his twin.
“If you think it’s best if we leave. Then, I trust you. We’ll leave.” Techno stood up from where he sat, and hung the bag of food on his shoulder once more. “Besides, I’m 100% sure that there are better houses than this. Maybe we could even land on a cool big house, a mansion.”
“I doubt that we can find a mansion here, but you know what, we never know.” Wilbur shrugs, following after Techno.
“I got to say though, I’ll miss this place. We were the first ones here before they moved in and they have the audacity to kick us out? Granted, we never did pay rent but first come, first serve.” Wilbur laughed at Techno, covering his mouth to muffle his laugh. His giggles were silent and quiet. Together, they began walking to their passageway back home.
“I’ll probably miss the humans too. They are kind of funny sometimes.” Wilbur only hummed. He’ll miss them too. But, they were the reason he thought of leaving in the first place. 
It was just one night. The kid was half-asleep, and Wilbur was in a tipsy state. He accidentally replied to the kid when they were just talking to themself, then it devolved into an hours long conversation until they both drifted asleep. With him hidden safely in the walls, and the kid sleeping on his bed— seemingly just speaking to his wall for an insane amount of time. Wilbur hated it.
He hated that he genuinely enjoyed his time speaking with him. He hated it that he was the one who broke the basic rules of borrowing. He hated being curious about that one drink the dad prevented the younger blond from drinking.
After that incident, Wilbur noticed the kid would occasionally look at the walls longer than normal and his heart would spike whenever he would be close to seeing him. Guilt only ate at him as the habit remained, sending shivers of anxiety through him whenever they would go borrow— he would turn around and expect to find those same blue eyes looking straight at him. Looking straight at Techno.
He can’t afford his own twin flame pay for the mistakes that he made. It’s why they have to leave.
“Let’s go. My arm is starting to ache again.”
“Yeah. That’s what you get for not listening to me.”
Behind him, Techno choked and coughed.
“Tech? What’s wrong, are you si—” Wilbur was interrupted when Techno stood in front of him, dropping his bag of food and instead holding a pin with his good arm. He stared at the pink-haired borrower, noticing the coughing continued, but not from him.
His gaze travelled to the entrance of the pantry. Coughing up a storm, the blond pounded on his chest, attempting to calm himself down. Wilbur noticed the glass of water that he was presumably drinking out of. A human caught them, not just a human, it was the kid.
… Fucking hell. 
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Pocket-Sized Sidekick (2)
Link To Part One
Word Count: 1,970
TW's: Fear, Fearplay (Intentional and Unintentional), Violence, Injury, Implications Of Past Abuse, Threats Of Violence
Characters: C!Ranboo, C!Technoblade, C!Dream, C!Philza, C!Wilbur
Summary: Ranboo finds himself in a totally relatable situation where he's been abducted by one of the scariest supervillains in existence.
Ranboo gets bullied in this one >:)
"...dunno, the freezer?"
"I'm not putting a person in our freezer."
"He probably wouldn't take up much room."
"Don't be an idiot. He'll get blood on my ice cream."
"Scratch the hero. Why don't we just put Will in the freezer?"
"Nobody's putting anyone in the freezer."
The world was a bokeh photo. Clarity was slowly afforded to Ranboo. His mind swam as he gradually pushed himself upright. The argument had become little more than background noise. The entirety of his focus was on the sharp pain coursing through his back in bolts.
"Did you even try to get his suit off? See what we're dealing with?"
"Yeah. Things got an airlock or something."
Airlock? His suit had an airlock on it. Nobody could get the thing off without popping his head off in the process. Maybe he should mention something to...to...
Who was talking?
He could have sworn one of the voices sounded familiar and yet he couldn't place it. Ranboo having memory problems? How entirely out of character. A weary groan leaked from his lips. Dream was going to give him an earful for this one.
His eyes slowly lifted to take in his surroundings. It seemed like a normal enough room. A sofa, a television, a couple windows...all of which seemed comically larger than the hero-in-training. Nausea churned Ranboo's stomach.
Three figures jarringly proportionate to their surroundings stood around in the kitchen. As soon as one with suspiciously pink hair started turning towards him, Ranboo pulled a Toy Story maneuver. He immediately went limp as a ragdoll, dropping flat down against the wood surface beneath him.
There was a long pause.
"He's awake," the Blood God's menacing voice rattled his very bones.
"How do you know?" someone else inquired.
"Will, unless you're going soft on me, he's awake."
Shit. Ranboo made every attempt to suppress whatever fear the Blood God was detecting from him but acknowledging it alone only seemed to make grow stronger. His skin was slick with sweat beneath the impossible heat of his suit. It was like being in a greenhouse. Or an oven.
"Little hero."
The gravely voice was a stark contrast to the sing-songy tone it was forcing.
Ranboo dared to open his eyes only to find an all too familiar boar skull towering over him. A shaky sigh slipped from the sidekick's lips. His head lolled to the side like an answer to the call of darkness lulling him straight back into the state of unconscious he'd only just escaped.
A reckless pressure on his side startled him wide awake.
"Aw, don't die yet. If you keel over before we start interrogating, I owe Will twenty bucks."
Interrogating?
He really was screwed. No doubt about it. The only real question was whether the stress or the villain would do him in first.
"You'll be out a Jackson if you keep poking him like that," someone else from the kitchen pointed out.
The pressure hastily retreated.
"What'd you find on this guy?" the Blood God inquired. He canted his head like a confused puppy. "He seems kinda spineless for a hero."
Ouch. Mentally, physically, emotionally. What ways hadn't this guy wounded Ranboo?
It wasn't like the villain was even wrong. In fact, if Ranboo miraculously made it out of this alive, he swore to himself that he'd resign right then and there. Turn in his badge and what little was left of his suit and beg for his server job back.
"Nope. Our mini-man here is a ghost," a heavily accented voice replied.
"Alright, Casper, I'm going to need you to take your helmet off so we can have a little chat," the Blood God stated. Ruby ringlets in hollow eye sockets kept Ranboo pinned in place. The bright eyes cast a warm glow against the beige bone material of the skull on the villain's head.
No way in fresh hell was he taking off his helmet. It may have been busted in by the foot of the villain he'd stumbled across in the alleyway but it was the only thing standing between him and the three villains in the room with him.
"What, d'ya want me to say please?" the Blood God drawled. He brandished the dagger from his hip, giving it a skillful twirl between his fingers. Without warning, the blade was buried in the wood mere inches from Ranboo's head. "Or are ya looking for some proper motivation?"
The sidekick's heart stuttered to a halt in his chest. Where he once found fear within the red eyes bearing down on him, he was bombarded solely with promises of death. Demise. Something worse. He didn't usually make a point of considering fates worse than death but it was impossible to ignore when they were looking you straight in the face.
It was like he was frozen but couldn't stop twitching all the same.
"I-I can't," Ranboo ground out between chattering teeth. He could hardly breathe.
"Why not?" the Blood God demanded.
"Dream'll kill me if I show you my face."
The broad man let out a dark chuckle.
"You're really more scared of that homeless Teletubby than you are of me?"
There was a pause. The ever-present grin on the villain's face faltered. He leaned back only a hair's width but even that much was a mercy.
"Wait, seriously?" he asked in bewilderment. Ranboo felt the urge to apologize. Scaring people was kind of his whole brand and while he was doing a bang-up job, nothing was more terrifying than the prospect of pissing off Dream.
Someone let out a hardy laugh from the kitchen. The Blood God shot a lethal glare in their direction.
"He's more scared of a smiley face in tights than he is of you!" they wheezed. "You fell off, Techno."
The Blood God reached forward without looking. Ranboo braced himself only to find the villain's fingers wrapped around the hilt of the dagger beside him. With disturbingly little effort, he pried the knife free of its wooden prison and threw it with inhuman grace.
With the sound of something shattering into pieces followed by an indignant squawk, the laughter ceased all at once.
"That was my favorite mug!"
The Blood God scoffed. "You say that about every mug I break."
"Stop breaking my mugs!"
"Stop making them such easy targets!"
"Oh you-"
"Uh-uh," a third voice-Phil, Ranboo presumed-interjected. "Take it outside."
"With pleasure," the Blood God snarled. He rose to his full, intimidating height. It was like he'd forgotten about Ranboo altogether. Not that he was complaining, of course. He cracked his knuckles as he strode off. Ranboo pitied whoever he was planning on squaring off against.
Two sets of footsteps retreated somewhere through the house. It wasn't until a door slammed shut that the chaos resumed, only this time it was far too muffled to make any of it out.
Ranboo was slow to push himself upright. Even so, pain zipped through his abdomen in reprimand. He drew in a hissing breath.
"Take it easy, mate," Phil prompted. He slowly came into view as he shuffled around the side of the sofa to kneel before the coffee table. Even without the costume, Ranboo easily recognized him. Only one villain in his memory bank had massive black wings like those.
Corvus.
"I want to help you but I can't really do that unless I see where you got hurt," Phil tried. He had a deceptively kind smile. When Ranboo didn't respond, he seemed to try a different approach. "The crows told me you seem to be having a bit of a glitch with your suit. Maybe I could help with that?"
Right. The crows. The whole reason this group of villains in particular seemed to have eyes everywhere was because they did. The crows were like little spies. Ranboo wasn't sure how it worked but somehow, the birds always got back to Corvus.
"Are you supposed to be...'good cop' or something?" Ranboo asked between pants.
Corvus chuckled.
"Something like that, I suppose. Look, I've been through this routine a dozen times. We take a hero, we get the info we can, the hero organization bargain for them, and we give them back with only a few strings attached. But I'd really rather not return a corpse because that would look pretty bad on us, wouldn't it? So just let me take a look, we'll get you patched up, and then you'll be on your way in no time."
So much of what Corvus said didn't make sense and yet, he made it sound like the most logical explanation he could convey. Was this gaslighting? This felt like gaslighting.
The sidekick sighed.
"Dream's not going to give you anything for me. There's plenty of recruits worth wasting the resources on but I'm not one of them."
The villain tilted his head in consideration.
"Is that so? Well, then I really should get working on those injuries if you're going to be staying a while," Corvus pointed out.
Ranboo drew in a deep breath. Weighing his options, there were only a few things within the realm of his capabilities. He could just lay there and wait for the bloodloss to pull him under, he could try to make a run for it, or he could take the suit off and pray that the villain was being genuine in their concern for his wellbeing.
None of them seemed to have an assuredly good outcome so he'd just have to go with the one that might give him the best chance of living.
He raised his hands under his helmet. The glove let out a weak chime as it connected to the mechanisms within. He drummed in a quick combinations of buttons and the lock reluctantly clicked out of place. With a deep breath, slowly raised his only method of protection up off his head.
With even more hesitation, he pulled his suit down around his ankles. He was just glad protocol called for them to wear clothes beneath the super suits. Otherwise he'd feel even more exposed than he did in that moment.
When he his gaze trailed back up to meet Corvus', he found the man gawking down at him with his hands clasped over his mouth. Did Ranboo really look that bad?
"How...how old are you?" Phil blurted. His tan complexion had faded to a sickly grey.
Ranboo chewed at his lower lip. Was he really meant to answer that? Then again, what harm would it do?
"Seventeen."
Something unreadable sparked to life in Phil's eyes.
"Does Dream know that?"
Ranboo's focus shifted elsewhere.
"I-I guess? He's the one that hired me."
Phil continued on staring for far too long before hooking his index fingers into his mouth. He let out a shrill whistle that nearly shattered Ranboo's eardrums. Right on command, a flutter of wings sounded overhead. A sleek, black bird claimed its perch on Phil's waiting arm.
"Go get Wilbur," Phil instructed.
The crow let out a caw before taking off in the direction the Blood God had gone off in.
Ranboo raked through his words with a fine-toothed comb in search of something he'd said that could have shocked Phil so badly but he came up with nothing. A not-so-convincing smile was plastered on the blonde man's face as he returned his attention to the tiny hero waiting on the coffee table.
"You just wait here, okay? Wilbur will take care of you. I just have to...er...grab the first aid kit."
The villain took off before Ranboo could even get another word in. He was left standing there wallowing in his own confusion. Ranboo had learned a thing or two about identifying a lie during his time working under Dream. The only real question that remained was:
Why was Phil lying to him?
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Another wip i finished yesterday also its a late Christmas gift for @i-am-beckyu :)
TWs for nothig :)
“Tommy! Dinner!” Wilbur shouted into the air, scooping up some soup for himself. He heard the tell-tale signs of Tommy running through the walls, so he filled the thimble set aside for the little borrower.
Tommy excitedly ran out onto the counter with a wide smile on his face. The little mouse boy took his place on Wilbur’s hand while the other took the food and him to the table.
“Wilby! What’s for dinner?” “Did-did you just call me Wilby?!”
“Shut the f— up.” “You did! Aw, Toms, you love me!”
“No I don’t, you massive d—head, now what’s for dinner.” “It’s soup that I made just for us.”
“Stop being corny, there’s literally only you and me in this house. Just me and my brother-” “Aw! Toms! Am I your brother?”
“Please, just shut up-” “Aw, you can be my brother too Toms.”
Tommy simply rolled his eyes as he settled down with the thimble, taking a drink of the contents. “Hey Toms, how would you feel if I told my family about you, and how I met you?” The borrower set down the thimble, smiling at Wilbur. “Do it, you p—-, I bet you won’t.”
The two smiled happily, and when they finished, Wilbur took care of the dishes and then took Tommy to his room to sleep for the night.
As soon as the borrower was cozy and asleep, the witch began his letter.
As much as I would’ve hated to admit it, I was totally and completely lonely. My story wasn’t a sad sob story, absolutely not. No, I simply moved out when I was 18 after I discovered my powers.
No, I can’t levitate things or fly or anything cool like that, I just simply have the ability to make potions. Don’t get me wrong, normal people couldn’t make potions. It’s because they simply lacked the thing that makes me ‘cool’ by default.
Phil would absolutely write back and call him dramatic. But Wilbur could care less, he just wanted to share the story of his favorite brother.
So when I moved out, I made potion making my profession. I tested so many different combinations for different liquids just to see what I could make and sell. Pretty soon, I built my own monopoly. I had so much, and yet so little.
One day, I was testing out a new potion–one of the regulars wanted to know if I could make a shrinking potion for whatever reason–when the story begins. I had left it on the brewing stand for too long. I pulled the bottle off, holding it into the air to examine it, when the glass exploded.
I woke up a bit later on the floor, not knowing what had happened before I spotted the glass laying around. Those normally small shards were now bigger than my head! I looked around after getting to my feet. It wasn’t a pleasant experience at all.
I tried to get back up, I really did, but I was struggling. It was so hard to do anything being smaller than a doll. But that’s when he came along.
See, in all of my moping and self-loathing, I didn’t notice that my house had a second occupant. A little borrower–tiny people who live in the walls of a house. The little species are terrified of humans–was wandering around the place when I spotted him.
I waved him down, asking for help–i asked if he could help me grow back to a normal size and the poor thing looked like a deer in headlights, it made me so sad, Phil–and after a bit of convincing, he offered to help me.
We worked together to get stuff for the potion and slowly became closer to each other. I learned his name–it’s Tommy, and it fits the little boy so well–and how he grew up. He had no one in his life, and I wanted to change that. Tommy helped me with the potion, and when it was finished, I took it.
He was terrified at first, but I promised that I’d never hurt him. We talked a bit, I gave him food, and he stayed with me.
We grew so very close. He slowly managed to not feel complete fear whenever I was around, and eventually we both had a wonderful bond that couldn’t be shaken. He is my son now Phil, I have claimed him. I’d love for you to meet him one day, it would mean so much to me, and to him.
Your son,
Wilbur.
He smiled as he signed it off. He rolled it up and carefully poured wax on the place where the edge of the paper met the rest of it. He pressed a stamp to it, and let it dry before snapping his fingers. The letter vanished.
Phil had it now.
He carefully moved Tommy into a more comfortable position before he popped into his pajamas. He read through another potion book in an attempt to memorize some new potions for a bit before another pop rang quietly through the room.
Wilbur set the book down and stared at the new letter. He slowly got up and picked it up. He carefully pried the seal off of the scroll and unrolled it.
Wilbur,
You are an absolute drama queen.
Wilbur withheld the urge to laugh his face off, settling with a slight chuckle. He called it.
Aside from that, it’s nice to see one of your stories. It’s been a while since you’ve graced me with that. I’m glad to hear that you’ve made a companion. Treat him nicely, Wil.
I’d be happy to visit, just let me know what time and day you’d like me to come over.
P.S., you could’ve just texted me, mate.
Phil.
Wilbur smiled. He couldn’t wait to break the news to Tommy.
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