FuntimeMoth

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Clunk, clunk, clunk, clunk…

The sounds of the metal under the hooded borrower’s shoes echoed through the vents, excruciatingly loud normally, but in a deserted house like this it didn’t matter. Dream smiled from behind his mask, using a hand to shield his eyes as he reached an outdoor exit for the air within the vents… a hole meticulously made in the grates. He would hook his hook around the grate lines, and begin to rappel himself down… and once he reached the bush, he would take berries from it with strong tugs to rip them out from their stems; It was a routine day, afterwards he would get some water from a leaky pipe and would patch it back up when he left from the attic. 

Everything seemed normal, he had only been here for a week but it had been a great house so far. If only the last house I went to was half as peaceful… I hope that guy didn’t mind that needle shot. He mused over his most recent past, balancing across a pipe in the attic to reach his base of operations. It was a simple place carved out of an old box, it wasn’t much, but for now it was home.

Once he got inside he would place his bag down next to his ‘books’ which lay against a wall, and laid atop a piece of fluff he had stolen a few houses prior… they all blurred together so he couldn’t quite remember which. He sighed, stroking his temple with two fingers, it was relaxing for sure but the adventure was always something he enjoyed. He supposed it could be worse though, that blue haired borrower from a few houses back (Or was it longer than a few?) was even more of a thrillseeker than he was, foolish even; Dream couldn’t judge however, only hope his fellow borrower would be safe.

The base was an interesting place, to a human at least, to a borrower it was all very typical save for the ‘books’. Dream’s makeshift bean bag out of fluff was in the center, directly in front of it to the left in the corner laid a few pieces of paper, some of those papers being held together by a very thin needle. The papers were the ‘books’ mentioned earlier, inside laid some teachings in the borrower’s written language on operations for the special Hook Dream had, as well as basic advice and even one of them being a journal he wrote in from time to time. In the opposite corner, to the right of the front of the bean bag were a few murals, sketches of a variety of people, a pink haired man in a crown, the blue haired borrower, another borrower with wings, and so on. The walls behind the bean bag, and farthest from the entrance, were mostly empty… save for a few tools to repair the hook in the event of a malfunction or damage being sustained, and a variety of needles to be used as weapons. 

Dream sighed as he unequipped the hook for a moment, taking it off of his waist. It was truly a  special thing, heck he probably wouldn’t be alive right now without it. You see, the hook was an automated one that could be worn around his waist, all it took was a bit of control for where you wanted to throw it and the damn thing could hook onto just about anything with enough momentum, it could allow him to swing the length of an entire room, and when mixed with Dream’s unique analytical vision, it was easy to gauge what he needed to do to get close enough to stab a Bean and get away fast without being caught.

His train of thought was interrupted though as his ears detected a familiar sound… the jingling of keys turning as the front door was opened. 

That couldn’t be right? 

Almost growling, he got up, put his hook on, and ran out the front door of his box… leaping out and throwing the hook to a support beam in the attic, swooping down and swinging directly in between the bars of a vent grate and spiraling down, down, down before shooting the hook back up for it to lodge within the roof of the shaft and allow him to slow his fall to a soft thump of his makeshift shoes. From here, he would head to the living room with a nervous, yet excited expression overcame his face. Excitement at the prospect of being able to finetune his skills and battle with a bean, but also annoyed and nervous at the relaxation being taken away. He would be sure to readjust his mask, and he’d emerge out onto a shelf, overlooking the scene.

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He made an oof sound as he dropped a box down onto the hard floor, using a hand to push his glasses up as he looked around the house. It wasn’t much, but it would serve well. George had been saving up for a house for a while at this point, wanting somewhere more than an apartment for his streams and recordings. 

This move had been a big change, but it was something he wanted, and it would bring him somewhere better to live in case his YouTube and Twitch career went up in flames so he could get a job. The next hour or so of his day would be spent carrying boxes from his car inside, thankfully the moving company had come so his bed should already be- His thoughts were cut off abruptly as he opened the bedroom door to find nothing there. He groaned slightly, and checked his phone only to discover they’d been delayed… typical.

The next hour was spent trying to make a makeshift bed on the sofa the house came with; It definitely needed replacing, he couldn’t even figure out what every stain was. George eventually just covered it all up with a sheet he had found in one of the boxes, and from there he would try to get everything out of the boxes he could… largely just his setup, decor, and his TV. He would grumble slightly and head outside with a pair of clippers. He didn’t particularly feel like working for another hour to figure out how to set up the TV, so instead he would take care of some of the prickly fauna in the backyard. 

George opened the backdoor, and took in the fresh air. It was a rather beautiful backyard despite the overgrown plants, but he would still keep some of them. But first things first, that prickly berry bush right up against the house would be the first to go. George took his clippers to the bush, he didn’t want to get pricked by it anytime soon. When he leaned in to take the first snip however, an acorn conked him right on the forehead, and caused him to reel back with an audible “Ow!” while he clutched his head. He looked all around. 

How had the nut hit him? 

The tree in the yard wasn’t overhanging above him, and he hadn’t heard any squirrels… he pondered over this for only a moment, before taking a step back towards the berry bush; And he immediately fell over into the bush with a rather high-pitched screech, his shoes had been tied together, and now he was covered in thorns! 

“Ow, ow ow ow!” He grunted as he practically leaped away from the bush and tenderly touched where they had pricked him on his arms. “Urg…” He looked up briefly, feeling around his neck. As he did this, he saw a glimmer of something disappearing into an air vent.

Something clicked in his head. Was this perhaps… the doing of a borrower? He’d heard a lot of stories about those little guys, nothing specific, and no one was sure if they really existed, but… No, it was crazy, he must’ve imagined it. But as he got up and headed back inside to extract some of the embedded thorns, he thought he heard something that sounded like laughter.

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Special thanks to @i-am-beckyu for reviewing the fic beforehand! I was h^lla rusty at the time so it helped a ton! (There is an owo hidden somewhere in this fic courtesy of my Gf btw xd)

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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.

"That's not Theseus, Theseus fucking is dead, Techno and I can accept this why can't you!?"

Wilbur shouted angrily at his father

"That thing can't replace him so stop treating him like him."

The room was silent, and this only frustrated Wilbur more, he turned to his younger brother.

"Are you gonna do nothing and continue to play into his fantasy?"

Techno was frozen he was never good in situations like these on the battlefield yes but not with socializing

"Phil it's not healthy, if reincarnation was possible how would we even confirm it?"

Wilbur nodded

"Thank you."

Philza sighed head in his hands

"Boys do you think I would honestly be foolish enough to believe in my own hope like that without proof."

Wilbur and Techno stared confused.

"Okays what your proof oh dear father."

Philza released his hands from his face and slumped further into the chair looking away from his boys.

"I asked Puffy for a favor and you know how she is unbiased even with the crown that sits upon my head."

Wilbur stared

"So you knew and began treating him like Theseus making us believe you had lost your mind?"

Techno stared at his father's betrayal reflected in his eyes.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because you would react like this tell me not to bother with such a foolish things and I knew I would have listened."

Technos stared narrowing his eyes.

"There's something else?"

Philza hesitated

"You are right, Puffy believes reincarnated souls shouldn't be interacting with those they knew in the past it causes conflict in behavior and can create a bond."

Wilbur eyebrows knitted

"Conflict?"

Philza nodded

"Tommy's not human, he's a borrower he shouldn't have been easily caught and should be more afraid and cautious no doubt natural instincts and memory played a part."

Wilbur spoke

"How is that bad?"

Techno answered uncertain

"He's body wants to react like a borrower but his mind is becoming more human which is putting stress, human stress not at a level a borrower would have right?"

Philza nodded

"Well, how's Tommy's reaction sure he was just as confused when you told him."

Wilbur states, the room was silent and Wilbur's face morphed into anger.

"He doesn't know does he?"

Philza nodded

"It's better that way."

Techno spoke up

"Wouldn't he pick up on us knowing something, treating him differently wouldn't that make things worse, more stressful?"

Philza nodded once more it seems that Durning this conversation that's all he's ever doing.

"Your right it is a possibility but I can't lose him again, I just can't."

Hearing the pain in their father's voice they become silent, Philza decided that the conversation was done and got up from his chair, instead of the face of a father in pain it once returned to the cold face of a king.

"We will discuss more tomorrow."

And they all left one by one not knowing that Tommy had been in the walls listening, he felt betrayed at what he just heard, something he wouldn't even have known if he didn't decide to ears drop.

He was angry

He could go back to the king's room where Philza would be expecting him but staying here would accept that what he just heard was true and that this kindness he received was all based on the fact that had could be the king's dead child.

And maybe it was because he was angry, maybe he was scared of being rejected or maybe he was scared to see their disappointed face when he couldn't be the human child they thought he was.

So he hopped out of the wall into the room where the three had just had their conversation.

He saw that the window was open, he knew what he was gonna do he was was gonna leave the entire castle.

They may be able to tear it up looking for him but the great outdoors would take them years to even find his trail.

He climbed up to the window and carefully made his way to the edge, he decided he needed to get lower so he jumped to the lower window but he completely missed fingertips just touching the window.

"fuck!"

He reached out his hand trying to grab onto something as he falls but he knew he couldn't so he closed his eyes.

And for some reason, this felt fsr to familiar.

To his surprise, it wasn't pitch black and he was staring down at someone he was reaching out to, his voice spoke without him even thinking too.

"Hey man, looks like you need help?"

The man he was reaching out to begun to reach for his hand or so he thought as it went past his hand towards his neck, he gasped holding onto his neck in pain staring down at the man who was injured, he felt terrified, and betrayed.

The words the man screamed at him made him feel like an idiot.

"Fuck you tyrant spawn!"

He stared down at the man with no legs and he held his neck slowly walking away from the screaming man, he wanted Wilbur or Techno.

Thankful he heard them, their voices called, the voices weren't booming and they weren't calling his name but for some reason, he felt like they were it was filled with concern and panic.

"Theseus!?"

They shouted, Tommy tried to call out to them but he felt his mouth fill with warm liquid, he felt like he was choking.

He knew if he got to Wilbur he could use his magic he would live to see tomorrow, and he followed their voices blindly he tilted his head up as if trying to keep the warm liquid from spilling out.

He could hear them they were close they must have seen him he heard Techno's voice shout at him filled with panic.

"Theseus stop!"

Tommy couldn't understand why but his foot fell through the ground, and next so did his body.

He realized he was falling, He wanted someone to catch him but he knew that wouldn't happen because like in the myth Theseus had fallen to his death.

He suddenly felt the motion of falling stop, he was lying on the ground and as he looked up everything going dark around him, he could just make out Wilbur's face it was filled with fear and worry.

He couldn't stare at it long as his eyes shut again, but when Tommy opened his eyes he realized he too had stopped falling but unlike in the memory, dream he was engulfed by blue light and when he looked up Wilbur's face was staring down at him with the same face as in his dream except on a much large scale.

"What do you think you're doing Tommy!?"

Tommy was shocked not by the question, but him calling him by his name instead of calling him rat or bastard or thing.

Tommy suddenly began to float upwards Wilbur's face was determined and serious, as he finally floated all the way up to the window Wilbur's hand surranded him and he landed softly on the palm and the warm blue light slowly faded away.

"Did you decide to give up on your little rat life?"

Tommy snapped out of his haze and angrily responded.

"huh?"

Wilbur's finger curled around him softly.

"You know I don't care what you do you rat but unfortunately my father seemed to take a liking to you so has my younger brother and your death will make them sad."

Tommy growls

"I didn't jump, I mean I did but I missed the edge of the window and fell you prick."

Wilbur stared down

"Likely fucking story."

Tommy glared hitting one of the curled fingers

"It is a likely story cause it's true."

Wilbur made ahuh sound before Tommy asked

"How the fuck did you even know I was here?"

Wilbur didn't bother looking down

"Oh, I put a tracker on you."

Tommy made a face

"When?"

Wilbur smirked

"When we first met but since you were so annoying and went everywhere I turned it off."

Tommy stared baffled, he didn't know what to say he had a lot on his mind without much thought he stated with uncertainty.

"So I'm Theseus?"

"No, your Tommy an annoying little pest that steals and bites, a fucking rat."

Tommy looked confused, did he not believe what his father said?

"Philza has proof?"

Wilbur sighed

"Ah that's what your on about, I mean it is true you and Theseus share the same soul but you're two are completely different people."

Wilbur paused finally looking down at him again and poking him with his free hand.

"I'm pretty certain Theseus was a prince, not a little rat boy."

Tommy shooed the finger away.

"fuck you, I'm not a rat.,"

Wilbur smirked

"Could have fooled me you even have a tail and squeak."

Tommy glared as he was tempted to bite the finger, but suddenly they stopped Tommy peaked through the curled fingers.

Wilbur stood in front of the large red door.

"Tommy, it might take them some time to realize that you two aren't the same do bear with the smothering."

Tommy smiled softly before fake whining

"I don't wanna."

Wilbur raised an eyebrow

"Your so annoying stop whining they'll spoil you rotten."

Tommy thought for a moment and like usual with no filter, he asked.

"So what am I like a pet or some shit."

Wilbur looked down dumbfounded

"I'm gonna go find another fucking window to drop you back out of."

Tommy gasped holding on to a finger as Wilbur moved back.

"What Wilbur, why!?"

Wilbur paused staring down.

"Why, you ruined a perfectly heart-to-heart moment."

Tommy looked up and scoffed.

"Is that what that was I thought you were saying you're not Theseus blah blah just a little rat bastard prick thingy."

Wilbur gasped faking hurt.

"I do not sound like that."

Tommy coughed harshly clearing his throat

"Mememe, I'm Wilbur, and I think I'm so knowledgeable and handsome and get all the fish in the sea."

Wilbur's face screwed up

"Fish...?"

Tommy nodded

"Heard you tell Philza there's more fish in the sea, I mean I don't judge but why fish."

Wilbur groaned slapping his face with his free hand.

"Remind me to explain metaphors."

Tommy didn't know what metaphors were but he sure will teach him, he watched as Wilbur turned back around to the door reaching for the handle.

"Hey Will?"

Wilbur stopped

"Yeah?"

Tommy stared up with a smile

"Thanks for catching me."

He felt Wilbur's breath hitched.

"Of course Tommy you weren't destined to fall."

As Wilbur began to open the door, Tomy couldn't help but be grateful his new life was about to begin he's never been more grateful to have a normal fucking name.

The END

Bonus more like info:

Theseus snuck onto the battlefield believing he could patch up and help those who needed it, when Wilbur and Techno realized hearing rumors of a boy with golden hair saving people they raced to find him.

After his death, Wilbur created tracking magic as well as floating magic he believed he failed him.

This isn't an Au but if you have questions let me know.

Tommy's world around him went from dark to light, a scene that he recalled starting of as a normal turning into a nightmare by the end of it.

And it was the last interaction he had with Phil and Wilbur.

"I don't feel any different, I feel really sick."

His younger self spoke confusedly, gripping at his chest.

Phil and Wilbur starred in horror.

Tommy looked back at them in confusion.

"What?"

Phil spoke up

"Tommy, Wilbur and I just got a test done to test our suspiciousns, we are positive."

It was silent before Tommy laughed

"Haha, your joking right?"

It was dead silence once again, Wilbur and Phil's face didn't change nor did they say just kidding.

"No, no we were gonna do the survival shit together, I was gonna eat Phil's shit cooking Wilbur you would drop some random survival shit."

Tommy's younger self was panicked, breathing heavily.

Wilbur's face soften, he reached out for Tommy.

"it's not what we planned but you can-"

Phil cut him of knowing what Wilbur would be offering.

"He can't it would be dangerous, we would be dangerous."

Tommy's eyes widened, then he begun to beg

"No, you guys wouldn't be, I would be safe, please."

Wilbur eyes filled with guilt turning away, Philza stated.

"You won't be."

Tommy glared

"I will!"

Tommy looked desperate

"Besides everyone else has already left, I'll be alone."

Wilbur turned back facing him.

"We will only be able to drive you out."

Phil growled

"Will, even that, we are showing signs already we need to think about Tommy's safety."

Before the scene was completed, it faded out as Tommy's world began to shake violently he sat up in a panic, breathing heavily.

Suddenly he felt his body fall forward, he attempted to cling to the sides to whatever he was in now, but he couldn't keep his grip instead of falling forward.

His knees hit something hard, looking down the surface was wooden and smooth, he quickly looked up and around and noticed a fenced like area, he was genuinely confused before he realised he was in a fucking pen like area.

Just as he was about ready to get out of dodge, as voice asked.

"Anything hurt?"

Tommy only scoffed in response, if not before now he would be.

Phil continued to try and ask Tommy's questioned however he refused to answer; he wasn't being petty but he needs the upper hand he can't trust them he already knows that...

Phil eventually gave up leaving, now he was all alone and that gave him the perfect opportunity to make his grand escape.

He knew the pen was large but it had one fatal flaw, that an Idioit like himself could even figure out.

Without much effort Tommy shoved on it and after the third attempt it came tumbling down.

Making a loud sound that made him cringe in response, he looked around expecting someone to come running in but no one did.

He smirked, before jumping over the fallen fence and he begun making his way out, he continued making his way towards the window until a row of photos caught his attention, he foolishly stopped and starred. Alot were newer, it was as if nothing had changed for them, he was jealous but then again if he was in their position maybe he would pretend everything was alright.

As he was about to leave, he stopped once again as the last photo caught his attention it was an older photo, a group photo.

It had him in it, it was taken a few months before everything had went to shit, he touched the glass as if trying to see more of the already larger photo.

He was so taken aback by the older photo he didn't even hear the door opening only when a loud voice yelled.

"Phillll."

Was when Tommy had fully noticed, he watched as Wilbur slowly made his way in his directions.

Tommy raised an eyebrow, unimpressed he wasn't some wild animal who would be blind sited by some slow walking.

Phil soon came running in

"what's wrong?"

He paused looking straight at Tommy with a face he imagined Phil telling him

"I'm disappointed mate."

Suddenly a shadow loomed over him, and something coming down fast for him, he easily dodged, he starred back where he was noticing the glass.

Tommy was baffled, suprisingly the slow walking did kind of work.

"I thought that would work.".

Wilbur stated in fake sadness, but Tommy new Wilbur being Wilbur he was stubborn and would definitely try again and he did.

These pathetic attempts to capture Tommy actually kind of felt fun to him, so fun in fact he over looked that he was being lead into Phil's direction like cattle.

His eyes widen as he looked back, he tried launching forward but was immediately caught in a strong grasp.

"Got you."

Phil's voice said sounding please.

Tommy glared up but suddenly some pressure was placed on his back in circler motion, two heavy to be what was trying to be a comforting attempt.

"You don't have to wait to much longer I have two friends coming over to help, with whatever injuries or sickness you might have."

Tommy made a disgust face

"Don't make that face."

Tommy was briefly startled, he wondered how good Phil's eye sight was, he starred up in amazement.

Wilbur finally came over and smiled starring down at Tommy.

"I'm glad I remember Tubbo's Straightagy from today."

Tommy perked up at his name, he never new what happened to him I guess he wasnt human but an alter now, Phil starred down at Tommy curiously did he seem him perk up at the name.

Phil turned his attention back to Wilbur.

"Can you get me the jar, Will the one with the holes in the lid."

Wilbur nodded before quickly going to the desk, Tommy tried his best to squirm away but the grip was far to strong and when it was finally loose enough to escape he was lightly tossed into the jar.

Tommy got up instantly hitting the glass angrily, he was pissed.

"Stop throwing a tantrum it wouldn't be necessary if you had behaved."

Tommy growled in response before instinctly flipping him of.

Wilbur laughed, while Phil shock his head.

"You remind me of my younger brother, I mean he wasnt really my brother but same shitty attitude as you got."

Tommy breifly felt touched before he recalled being in a jar, and continued hitting the glass.