DisillusionedArtist

Where tommy was born and raised in a cult, he grew up believing in their indoctrination faithfully, he followed the rules set out for the followers, endured the punishments handed out to those led astray, and eventually, he took pride in being chosen to become the new god of the cult for his loyalty and submission.

He was dragged to the alter, wearing the finest fabrics they had to offer, exuding an air of divinity. As he stepped onto the podium, the bloodied corpses lying around the center did not phase him, he simply took it as something that had to be done, it was fate, in a way.

Once laid upon the podium, the head of the commune swiftly took a knife to his heart, ensuring the blade pierced flesh and hit arteries. As Tommy bled out, he finally heard the whispers of chanting, and after that, the sound of bells chiming, slowly growing louder. His body ran hot, then cold, then hot again, an endless cycle.

And before he knew it, there was nothing, the only thing surrounding him was darkness, and in an instant, there was everything.

In seconds time, he saw the beginning of the universe and he saw the end of it, he became aware of the threads tying people together, the paths leading everyone to their eventual death. And in the sea of paths, he found his own.

He began walking down it, his body moving on its own accord, the path was endless but also short. And once he reached the end, he saw nothing, and everything. In this moment he knew that he had lost his mortality, that he had gone off the path that was originally created just for him. He was now something more than human.

And as soon as the realization dawned on him, his eyes flew open. He sat up on the podium, the sky now in dawn as opposed to the afternoon he saw last. He looked around, and everyone was kneeling before him.

He was a god. He was holy and power incarnated. He was everything and nothing.

But he wasn't real.

Time passed, and it took little effort for Tommy to adjust to his new godhood. Although, because of it, he now knew all the truths of the world, he saw into the deepest parts of his followers. And he was able to see the rot on those seated stop the hierarchy. It was easy to get rid of them, he didn't need followers who had intended to use him for their own gains.

He set forth a new era in his religion, his followers were devout.

But in spite of this, he could never be on the same level as the God's. He was artificial, he could hear them, he could talk to them, he could even see them, but he could never sit at their table. He wasn't authentic, not yet at least, there was still something inside of him that left him tainted.

But regardless, he slowly integrated himself, similarly to how an invasive species, if left alone long enough, will erase the time where they were believed to not belong in the environment.

He had heard of Philza and Technoblade, an angel of death and the favored mortal of blood. They did not compare to him, though, they were holy beings, he was divinity itself.

But, despite his godhood, imagine his surprise when the two stumbled into his home, imagine his surprise when they began treating him like a child, as opposed to something to be revered and hailed.

Imagine his surprise when he began to enjoy the treatment.

She keeps it from him, not wanting him to put his life on hold for her considering her family has been nothing short of cruel to him. After finding out she is keeping the baby, her family basically disowns her and she is forced to work multiple minimum wage jobs while also preparing for a newborn to enter her life.

Time skip to the present where Phil is a very well known company owner, he finished his education and started a business, slowly gaining not only the profits, but the fame of someone who would make Kristins family feel low class.

He adopts twins Wilbur and Technoblade, wanting to start a family, but still being hung up over Kristin. In comes Tommy knocking on his door one day demanding he sign emancipation papers as he had grown tired of the foster system. He informs Phil who is mother is and what his relationship is to Phil.

It turns out that after having Tommy, Kristin was later diagnosed with a terminal illness, passing when Tommy is 12, in Tommy's eyes, his mom was his whole world, the only person who understood him and cared for him. She told him stories about her love for Phil so he grew up admiring him, but as he reached his teen years, he slowly began to resent him, believing that he left his mom and didn't look back when she was constantly praising him and remembering him fondly.

Basically, she can drastically change the percentage of something happening. And when she does, it becomes a natural/scientific fact, and so the world has to correct itself in order to allow for it to be so.

But there are some drawbacks.

She has to speak it aloud (she has to speak it into existence)

She wouldn't be able to cheat on tests because she would have to say what she wants out loud

She cannot change what has already been decided.

Basically, if she sees a child who has brown hair, she cannot say "there's a one hundred percent chance he's going to be blond" because nature itself has already decided his hair color based on the genes that have persevered throughout his family's lineage. She can only change what actually has a possibility of being what she is trying to will it to be.

She has to perfectly envision the outcome she desires

It doesn't matter how she goes about doing it. She can say "something is going to distract that person, giving me the chance to trip them" and then she has to perfectly envision the moment of them being distracted right before she trips them, she doesn't have to specify what it is that distracts them, just the outcome.

She cannot change nature itself

Similar to the second explanation, but if she tries to change a major aspect of nature, say, the color of the sky, the universe will punish her in response. Because trying to change nature itself is outside of the limitations it has set for people, and because of that, her trying to change it is seen as an offense not only to nature, but to the universe itself.

She is not a hero/villain/vigilante, she lives as a regular civilian because she doesn't like the responsibility that comes with those positions.

Also, she's dating waterboy :p, cause, I want that noodle man and that's all there is to it.

I already have the backstory for how they met, started dating, and how the Z-Team reacts to her being with the designated "weirdo who's a good person"

This is just an idea I had

Tommy is given a saintly image when presenting himself to the public, if only to boost the hero towers reputation.

Donning white apparel to further his image

One the other hand, when he isn't at the hero towers, he acts as a vigilante, using his threads to manipulate and control people, if using enough energy, he can render them completely depleted of their life force, making him a very dangerous threat, while also gaining a reputation with the public as he isn't afraid to kill on order to save others, unlike the heroes.

The heros are always sent out to capture him, always barley managing to make it back alive because his threads are to quick, and before they know it, they're slowly dying with no way of escape.

Tommy was crowned emperor as the only child of the late emperor and empress, both people who were quick to spoil the only prince of their empire, even going so far as to assign the most skilled knight, most wise advisor, and most knowledgeable instructor in hopes of preparing him for his reign which they assumed would happen far into the future.

Unfortunately, they were met with a sudden death at the hands of assassins, leaving a ten year old child, who had never known strife, on the throne.

He was a child through and through, wasting no time nor expense to get what it was he wanted, even if it meant taking from the loyal citizens.

Unfortunately for the people, the three men around him could only bend to his demands, one part guilt for the death of his parents and early enthronement and one part fondness for the boy they've watched grow. They stood by his side through every selfish act, every word laced with greed, and every thought fueled by childish desire.

They found it hard to say no to him, with his big blue eyes, his rosy cheeks coated with baby fat, and his strikingly blond hair (a symbol of the royal family).

Of course, there came a day where the people had had enough. So much so, that they sought the most wise people in the empire to aid them in a revolt. The grief stricken people voiced their qualms to the advisor, the neglected soldiers complain to the knight, and the scholars complain to the tutor.

Despite their wishes, they know a coup is bound to happen, and even if they try to stop it now, the people will only try again.

And in their minds, the life of the boy they've grown to cherished, if it's going to be taken regardless, should be taken by people who have loved him even in his worst.

They take the forefront of the coup, sneaking passes everyone in order to be the first ones to make it to the throne room, where they find the child emperor on the throne, crown on his head, shining brighter than they ever knew possible....and he's wearing a sad smile on his face.

The stare at one another for a what feels like an eternity before the boy-their boy, speaks up.

"Times finally come, hasn't it?" He asks, as if he's expected this the whole time, as if he knew the type of anguish the end of this day would bring.

"I'm glad it's you three at least...you lot always did your best to take care of me."

"what-" Wilbur begins, before he's interrupted.

"I'm sorry" Tommy quickly says.

"I know I should have been better...I should have never believed what he told me. And...I'm glad his control over me will finally come to an end and the people can finally be free from my reign."

The three men stand in the center of the room, wondering what their boy means, wondering which god forsaken scoundrel could have possibly snuck past their watchful eyes and uttered whatever it is that haunts their golden boy like this.

But before they could ask, they hear the sound of footsteps, hundreds of them.

"The people are coming, boys. Give them something to celebrate." Tommy says, a smile on his face, as if what he's telling them to do is something as easy as throwing a party, as if what he's telling them to do isn't the equivalent of plunging a sword through their chest.

Techno walks closer, his hands shaking in a way they never have, even throughout all the battles he's endured, for once, Wilbur has no remark to make, his silence an unpleasant surprise, and finally, Phil has no solution to offer, a first for a world-class scholar.

Techno looks down at the child-practically a baby in his eyes, and he's hit with memories of a young Tommy running through the grand hallways of the palace-and...and he hesitates, he can't possibly bring himself to kill the young emperor.

Sensing the turmoil raging within, Tommy grabs a hold of Techno's hand, guiding it to point the sword directly at Tommy's own neck.

He swallows the bike building up, mustering the courage to speak

"you should do this quickly..be ause if you don't, they'll stop at nothing to finish the job themselves." He says quietly, in response, Techno's grip on the hilt of his sword tightens, and I'm seconds, it's blade has found its place nestled right in Tommy's heart.

The blond gasps, his laboured breathing slowly-painstakingly slowly, turn into gargles as he begins choking on his own blood, the color slowly draining from his face.

And all Techno can do is watch, because if he has the audacity to kill his liege, the person who he has sworn utter loyalty t, then he needs to have the respect to look into Tommy's eyes as the light begins to leave them, this is the only way he knows how to pay his respects for a life taken.

And soon, the boy has died, as if he was never alive to begin with.

And quiet falls upon the room, the three men not having the will to break it.

And suddenly, Wilbur falls to his knees, slowly bringing his hands to his face as he sobs, Techno, not having the words to comfort simply looks away, giving what privacy he can, and Phil remains silent, the only evidence of emotion is grief slowly leaving his eyes dull.

They stay this way for a while, before they suddenly hear the footsteps from earlier picking up volume.

And suddenly...

They are filled with rage.

They understand the people were suffering, but in their eyes, they wouldn't think twice if they had to sacrifice the entire empire of it meant their boy could live happily.

Only one of them may make a loving off of welding a sword, but that does not mean the others don't know how to slaughter.

What is the point of the empire continuing if they're only reason for existing is dead?

Once night falls, the throne room is reminiscent of a battle field, corpses lay scattered, while Tommy, being eliminated by moonlight, glows almost similarly to how he once used to.

As the moon rises higher the three of them wish for the same thing.

They wish for another opportunity to save the boy from whatever or whoever it was that was tormenting them so, and as they stay seated on the ground, the huddle against one another in hopes of comfort, and slowly begin drifting off to sleep, a sleep they know they don't deserve, but seek out nonetheless.

Their eyes close and darkness consumes them.

One by one, they are awoken to the sunlight blaring in their eyes, the stuff ground beneath them now feeling like soft mattresses. Startled awake by the sudden softness, they look around only to find themselves in what was once their rooms, no sight of the other two to be seen.

Rushing out of their rooms, they make their way to the throne room, meeting up with one another in the process, barging through the doors, instead of the corpse of their emperor sitting on the throne, they're met with the sight of Tommy comfortably sitting on the throne, looking down at them sternly before recognizing them and breaking into a smile.

"I was wondering where you guys had gone!" Tommy exclaims, hopping off the throne and running for them, his arms opening up for a hug.

They look at each other in confusion, unsure of what is going on.

How could the child who had been dead mere hours before be alive and well, treating them as if they had never betrayed him?

Taking a closer look, Tommy looked...younger, he was already young to begin with, but this Tommy did not look the age of the Tommy who's corpse lay sitting on the throne only hours prior.

It goes unnoticed for the most part, until one day, Tubbo does something so incredibly ridiculous that Tommy can't help but burst out laughing. It's loud, a bit wheezy, and there are cracks in his voice, but it reminds Tubbo of the past.

And in that moment, Tubbo realizes that he hasn't heard Tommy's authentic and loud laugh in...such a long time. It's only then does it finally click that, despite how Tommy got back up after everything, how he kept on fighting despite what people said, despite how present Tommy was for him, Tubbo had lost the Tommy he had relied on, and he hadn't even noticed.

It felt like a punch to the gut, sure, Tubbo knew Tommy had to have gone through something during exile, both of them, and sure, he noticed that Tommy came back just...slightly off. But he never really noticed just how off Tommy was.

Tommy had always been a ray of light to...everyone really. But they never noticed how dim he had gotten until they were finally blessed with a shred of temporary light. Only when it faded and they found themselves in the muted colors did they realize how much they had missed the bright person Tommy once was.

I feel like ghast hybrids tend to grow rather large, so Tommy stays very, very small during his adolescent years, and then hits a major growth spurt during his teen years, towering over the people in his little family, even ranboo doesn't have anything on him.

Whoever took him in, would build a large pool just for Tommy, he may not necessarily need to be in the water to stay hydrated, but that doesn't mean he doesn't like the cool refreshed feeling he gets from it.

Until one day he is spotted by a kings soldier, and subsequently captured and taken to the corrupt king of the empire he resides in. He is locked in a cage, his new purpose to be gawked at as he entertains guests.

He lives like this for years, forgetting what the sun looks like, his hair dimming ever so slightly. Until the Antarctic Empire delegates arrive. A couple of guys who are so odd. The oldest, a brunette with glasses, who, immediately after seeing Tommy, is filled with disgust at how easily the king keeps a child as nothing but a doll. A man with pink hair, strangely enough, who doesn't react much, but his eyes narrow ever so slightly when they land on his cage.

Over time, the two slowly grow closer to Tommy, telling jokes, singing songs, reciting poems. For the first time in years, there's someone who looks at Tommy and sees a person, not a doll, not some miracle. Just Tommy. And for a second, Tommy forgets that they have to leave eventually.

He cries to them, in the dead of night when they secretly visit him, unbeknownst to the guards. He begs and please for them not to go, for them to stay right there with him.

He doesn't get angry when they say they have to leave, because he can see just how much it hurts them, how Wilbur looks like he's about to cry, how Techno looks like he's thinking of ways to take Tommy with them, even though he knows they wouldn't make it far.

The day they leave, they sneak to his cage and make a promise to him. They promise that they'll come back for him, that they'll take him where he belongs...home, with them.

And Tommy believes them, he holds out hope, even when days turn to week, and weeks turn to months, and eventually...months turn to years. He wavers sometimes, but ultimately, he still believes they'll come back for him

His hair no longer the gold it once was, now bearing more resemblance to sand. He sits, idly in his cage, until he hears a commotion outside. He stands up, gripping the bars of his enclosure, only for the door to burst open.

The light from outside blinding him slightly, but once he regains his vision, he sees to figures standing before him.

Wilbur and Techno doing whatever they can to find their brother, Techno leading the army through terrains in order to reach the hideout and Wilbur using every mage and map at his disposal to pinpoint Tommy's location easier.