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Blob

Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Ok, so filler chapter, yup, I wanna get the story rolling and don’t really wanna struggle through writing ‘bonding moments.’ Bleugh.

Anyway, enjoy!

Word Count: 1,419

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, general exile arc stuff, ect.

Blob was an…interesting creature, Tommy had realized over the past few days. It didn’t seem to need, or particularly want, to eat or drink, even when Tommy tried everything he knew to get it to do so. He had been worried, because Tubbo had told him once that smaller animals could starve to death in about a week if they didn’t eat anything, but that didn’t seem to be the case with Blob. Whatever the little creature was, it just…didn’t need sustenance at all. It didn’t quite seem to breathe, either, at least, not in a way that Tommy could tell. Its body never moved as if it were inhaling air, and it could chirp and make noises constantly without pause.

It could also communicate with Tommy. Not like, with actual words, of course, but more like with…intent. Tommy didn’t know how else to describe it, but sometimes he could just get a feeling from Blob, to do this, or don’t eat that, or sometimes even just a general fuck you feeling, whenever Tommy was particularly annoying towards the creature.

It was the weirdest feeling for Tommy whenever he did something like skipping a meal (look, he just didn’t feel like it, okay? There was nothing wrong with that) or when he forewent sleep, (There wasn’t any point to it, really. He didn’t like subjecting himself to the nightmares) because Blob would churr sharply at him, and a vibe of disapproval would just surround the tiny creature until Tommy took care of himself. Tommy tried to ignore the blob whenever it did that, he really did, but…Blob was really persistent, and it was nice that something other than Dream seemed to care for his general wellbeing.

Speaking of Dream…Tommy grimaced. The man still came to visit everyday, and the first time the admin had shown up, Tommy had nearly panicked and had to stuff the creature into one of his pockets before Dream noticed it. Blob had squeaked angrily at the action, but went deathly still when Dream had said hello. Tommy was very thankful for that. He guessed it knew the danger that Dream posed.

It had taken all of Tommy's acting skills to successfully hide the fact that he had the blob from Dream. For whatever reason, Tommy really, really didn’t feel like letting Dream see Blob would be a good idea. Unfortunately, Dream had noticed the teen acting strange, but Tommy had been able to play it off as him getting sick. It wasn’t too hard. He already looked the part.

Since that first day, Tommy had prepared for Dream's visits, and had a bunch of small boltholes to hide Blob whenever it was time for the man to show up. Oddly enough, Blob seemed to understand what Tommy was doing, both when he was making the boltholes, and when he was hiding it from Dream, and would sit, perfectly silent, in the hiding spot, until Tommy came back to retrieve it.

It was just another thing to add to the list of Blob’s oddities, Tommy figured.

Currently, he and Blob were deliberating over what type of wood Tommy could use for a new build he was working on. (It would probably be destroyed soon, but Tommy needed something to do, before he went nuts.)

“What do you think, Blob?” The tiny creature squeaked, butting its head against his neck. Tommy nodded, humming in agreement. “You’re right! Dark oak would look awesome. But…where would we get it?” 

He gently scooped the blob off of his shoulder, cupping it between his hands as he thought. “I know there’s some spruce in the tundra up north, but, ew, spruce.” Blob squee’d in agreement. Tommy grinned softly and brushed his thumb over its smooth head. “We could always sneak back to the Smp. I know there’s a dark forest over there. How, though…?” He paused, trying to think. Absent-mindedly, he squished Blob between his hands, eliciting a soft, alarmed chirp from the creature.

Tommy didn't notice, speaking over the small noise. “Do you think I could find a ruined portal to use to get over there? Or just, use it to go somewhere else? Cause I don’t think there’s any dark forests near here.” He gently squeezed Blob, deep in thought. It squealed, loudly, and started writhing between his hands. Tommy looked down, concerned. “Blob…? What’s wrong?”

It didn’t answer him, continuing to frantically struggle between his palms. It seemed like it was trying to get away. Like it was almost…scared. Of him. 

Tommy’s eyes widened, and he quickly dropped to his knees to set the blob on the ground. It hopped about a foot away from him before shuddering and seeming to sink in on itself. Tommy raised his hands uncertainly, guilt blooming in the pit of his stomach. “Blob, I…” He fell silent for a minute, mouth working mindlessly.

Finally, he spoke, having gathered enough of his thoughts. “What–what did I do? Was it–did I squeeze you too hard? Is that it?” Tommy shifted, shame worming its way into his chest while he watched his friend shiver on the ground. If he had hurt Blob because he wasn’t paying attention, because he was distracted, he couldn’t forgive himself. He wouldn’t.

Blob seemed to get a handle on itself, forcing its trembling to stop. It turned its head, slowly peering up at Tommy’s worried face. It meeped softly and bounced a little closer to the teen.

“Blob, I-I’m so sorry, I, I didn’t mean to squeeze that hard, I-I wasn’t thinking–” The blob meeped louder and hopped right up to Tommy’s knees. It meeped twice more, catching all of his attention. His brow furrowed as he watched it. Its body seemed to contract in on itself, and it shook its head.

“I…didn’t hurt you by squishing you?” Blob’s little eyes slanted, and it chirped loudly at him. It drew its sides in once more, until its body was about half the size it normally was. It trilled disapprovingly, shaking its head more vicariously. Then, it took a moment to reinflate back to normal and glared up at Tommy with slanted, angry-looking eyes.

It took Tommy a few more moments of thinking before it finally clicked. “Oh! You don’t want me squishing you? Like, at all?”

Blob chirped happily and bonked its head against Tommy's knee, happy that it had  gotten its message across. Tommy was bewildered, but nevertheless, he understood, and complied with the creature’s request. He didn’t want to hurt it, physically or mentally, after all.

Tommy learned a new thing that day. Blob had triggers. It had trauma. It was like an overly-abused dog it was like Tommy and if Tommy did the wrong thing, like squeezing it or raising it too close to his face or even gently scrubbing it with a damp rag so it could be cleaned, Blob would shut down for a good couple of hours, and on the worst episodes, for a full several days. Apparently, Blob squealing the first time was a one-time occurence.

Whatever had happened to the creature before Tommy had found it had been bad. That much could've been evidenced by the fact that it was being kept in a glass bottle, Tommy supposed, but not much else could lead him to that assumption. There weren't any physical markings of old wounds, not even where it had been impaled by the shard of glass.

That wound had all but disappeared. It was just a faint grey line now, and it would probably fade completely in the next couple of days. Blob healed fast, and apparently didn't scar at all. That fact gave Tommy a very disturbing thought. It had obviously been through some really awful stuff before he had found it. How many unseen scars did it really have? How much had it suffered?

Tommy didn’t think he wanted to know. The thought of someone hurting such a harmless, defenseless creature made his blood boil, in a violent way he shied away from. He tried not to think about Blob’s past too much.

They never did sneak into the Smp for the wood. It was too dangerous, or so it was implied by Blob. Tommy was still in slight disbelief about that, that the little thing had enough autonomy to warn him about things like that, but he wasn’t going to question it. The creature’s concern was nice.

It was nice that someone cared about him, even if that someone was a weird creature of unknown origins.

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