#tommy exile

i made this text for @melissa-s23​ and wowee guess what, 3 google doc pages appeared out of nowhere ! Anyway tell me if i have to put any trigger warning~

Spoilers dream smp


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It was a cold afternoon in the tundra, the sun started to set, slowly coloring the sky hues and tones of oranges and ambers, only the sound of the wind against the frozen leaves could be heard in the place…well, that only if we ignored the argument starting outside the dark wood cottage.

-YOU ARE, AGAIN, BEING UNREASONABLE AND AN IDIOT.

-JUST SHUT UP YOU BITCH. I DO WHATEVER I WANT.

The child, in common fashion, wanted to do something in particular and decided to make it everyone’s problem. He was standing here, covered with a thick red and white cape, -certainly taken from his protector’s closet- weapons in his frail arms, so heavy that he was shaking in his way to big armor boots from their weights and the cold wrapping his body. He was incredibly small compared to the man in front of him.

Technoblade didn’t wear his usual pig skull, he was here, tall as an oak, holding a mug of hot cocoa quite menacingly. His claws were holding it so tightly, it was on the verge of breaking in his hands. Another silhouette was visible in the storm. One with a pair of folded dark wings. The other blond approached Technoblade and put a hand on his arm. He couldn’t put it any higher.

-Come on now, no need to yell. You can solve this in p-

-HOW DO YOU WANT ME TO STAY CALM WHEN THIS…IMMATURE CHILD WANTS TO JUST GO BACK IN THIS SHITHOLE OF A NATION ?

-Wait what ? Tommy what’s happening ?

Tommy shivered and turned his glance. He felt so small and fragile compared to them. Technoblade was a known name in this realm, he could crush anyone who dared to fight him, and Philza, even if he was on the more peaceful side of the spectrum, was still a survivor and was completely able to stand up for himself with his sword skills. Tommy is just…Tommy. Seeing that his protégé wasn’t going to say anything, the boar toothed fighter sighed loudly and took a rather sassy tone.

-Mister right here wants to go back to Manberg and talk to his dear and beloved Tubbo. I think he forgot what “exiled” meant.

-I JUST WANNA SAY HELLO AND TALK TO HIM.

-Oh ? And you think they’re just gonna let you pass ? With a cup of tea, two golden apples and a coupon for a massage perhaps ?

-I…have my ways ?

-What ways ? Giving up your last bit of self respect and dignity and go cry to Dream ?

-…

The long silence from Tommy was way too suspicious and giving more than he expected.

-Tommy, don’t tell me that’s actually what you were going to do ? -Philza had a genuinely worried look on his face.  

Technoblade chuckled, pinching between his eyebrows. He was tired of this behavior.

-Of course that’s what he wanted to do ! What did you expect ? Sense ? Logic ? From Tommy ? That’s a laugh and a half.

Tommy grinded his teeth and threw the weapons on the floor, in loud clingings, giving him the attention of the two men.

-I HAVE THE RIGHT TO GO VISIT MY BEST FRIEND. YOU DON’T WANNA LET ME DO IT ? THEN KILL ME NOW, I FUCKING DARE YOU.

-Tommy…

Technoblade walked slowly, making the boy back off a little bit before putting his large hands on his shoulders. It took the blondie a good amount of effort to not just fall from the weight. The boar leaned to his ear.

-…you don’t know how easy it could be for me to kill you right here and there. But you know why i don’t do it ? Even though you spent those last weeks testing my patience ? It’s because i care about you, not how Dream pretended to care about you and just wanted to have an eye on his plaything, not how Tubbo pretended to care about you and just exiled you without thinking of anything else. I gave you a shelter, i trained you, i fed you…

Suddenly, the grasp became stronger and stronger. Tommy wanted to reply but got pushed violently into the snow.

-…but apparently YOU’RE JUST AN UNGRATEFUL BRAT. “OH, TECHNOBLADE DOSEN’T WANT TO LET ME DO ANYTHING STUPID, HE’S THE BITCH, HE’S THE BAD GUY”. I KNEW YOU WERE A REAL DUMBASS BUT YOU’RE EXCEEDING MY EXPECTATIONS. WHAT DO YOU NEED TO REALISE THAT THEY THREW YOU AWAY LIKE A FUCKING WOODEN PICKAXE ?  

Tommy could feel his breaths getting shorter and faster. He was shivering and shaking from head to toe. Was it the cold ? Why did he feel like that ? He wanted to cry. He wanted to bury himself six feet under the snow. Why did he panic like that ? Feathers wrapped around him. He shook his head and saw Philza’s golden locks.

-Slow breaths Tommy, breath in for four counts, keep in for seven and let it out for eight.

Philza started doing the exercise, just to make the boy copy him and make it easier for him to get in the rhythm. He didn’t know how much time it took for him to calm down. He didn’t even realise the cold salty tears flowing down his face. Philza turned his head and nodded. Techno walked toward him, making the panicked child move back, whining a bit.

-Hey. I don’t…wanna hurt you..

He approached his clawed hand, making Tommy lean back and shake even more.

-…but seems like i already did. Listen…Tommy…i know my words were harsh but you need to understand that in this world you can’t just go around and try your luck with people who already betrayed you. I know a thing or two about that. I know you care about Tubbo…and maybe, just maybe he cares about you too..but it’s too dangerous. Dream was formal, he didn’t want you anywhere near this place…

-I kn…

-…but fuck Dream am i right ?

-W..What ?

-I mean, he’s the real asshole in your story. In the end you’re just a kid. If violence is the only language, then we’re using that to get in. I can’t promise you you’ll be able to talk to Tubbo, but i can promise to protect you and not let anything happen to you while we’re out there.

-A..Are you for real ?

-I mean, pretty much y….

Technoblade didn’t get the chance to finish his sentence. Tommy had jumped in his arms. He seemed confused and a bit panicked, even turning to Philza for help. He knew how to kill dragons and withers, not to be emotional with a troubled teenager. The winged man nodded -as if that was any help at all- before pushing his arm as to tell him what to do. Techno closed his arms around the child’s body, covering him a bit more with his own cape.  

-Now we should get back inside. There’s a nice fire, warm cookies and hot cocoa waiting for us.

-Techno ?

-Yeah ?

-…You’re pog. 

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…did i just include the word “pog” in one of my writing ? Anyway ! That’s it for this time lads ! Tell me if you want more of this type of texts~