#alphawolfanimates

Tommy usually loved going for walks in the woods, key word being usually. Usually it was peaceful, usually it was quiet, usually it was fun. Right now though? It was terrifying. Tommy had walked to a cliff he loved to visit in the woods, when he suddenly heard something over him. A shadow had passed over him, and by the time he looked up, the thing was gone.

Still, it was enough to make him leave. Soon enough he started hearing other things. It sounded like too many trees snapping, rocks being crushed, noises that shouldn’t be made.

Tommy stopped walking and started running. He needed to get back to town. He needed to get home, he needed-

The shadow passed overhead again. It was too big to be any bird. Too big to be anything normal. He had heard a story of a great flying bird that ate wayward children, but he never expected it to be real! Most stories weren’t real!

The shadow passed overhead again, and this time it distracted Tommy just too much. Tommy fell to the ground with a scream, slamming into the rocky forest floor. He groaned, going to stand up when he felt something watching him.

Tommy looked up, silenced by fear as two pairs of huge eyes stared down at him.

The shadow passed again, the thing that cast it landing behind the other two. “Oi, mate! What’s going on here?”

A hand reached down, grabbing Tommy, who finally snapped out of his trance and tried to struggle free. “Phil! Look what we found! Can we keep it?” The on that grabbed him asked the flying one, Phil. The one holding him had curly brown hair and seemed colder than normal.

Phil got closer to Tommy, inspecting him carefully. He let out a hum, looking at the one holding Tommy. Phil nodded. “Sure, just make sure he doesn’t die like all your other pets.”

WHAT?!

Techno stared in horror. This was his fault, it had to be. “stop! He’s going to drown!”

Quackity laughed, pulling Phil from the water bucket he had. The Las Nevada resident and creator had somehow gotten the jump on the duo, knocking out and tying Technoblade to a chair; but simply holding Phil, waiting for the anarchist to wake up. For the last several minutes, Quackity kept dunking Phil under water and keeping him there until Technoblade begged.

“So, you want to tell me where he is?”

“How many times do we have to tell you! We don’t fucking know!” Quackity held Phil back in the water, frowning as he looked at the tiny man.

“Be quiet Phil, me and Techno are having a chat.”

“Quackity! Please! Don’t hurt Phil!” Techno’s voice cracked, tears finally spilling from his eyes. Phil was the only person he had left, and the tiny man only had one life. Quackity was going to waste it on some stupid question they couldn’t answer.

Quackity pulled Phil from the water, sighing as he saw the tiny person coughing up water. “Look, you are the only one who owes him any sort of favor. So just tell me where he is, and I’ll leave you two alone, okay?” Quackity asked again, tightening his grip on Phil. “Of course, if you don’t tell me, Phil might have an... accident.” Quackity smiled, flashing a gold tooth, and holding Phil just a little too close to his mouth for Techno’s comfort.

Technoblade opened his mouth, ready to spit out a lie, when an arrow pierced Quackity’s heart. Quackity stared down at the arrow, letting go of Phil. The scarred man collapsed, the death message finally showing:

“Quackity was shot by Dream using [Favor]”

Techno stared. Dream stood a distance away, crossbow up and a glare on his face. He walked, slow, unsteady. Techno watched as Dream gently picked up Phil before approaching him. Both watched as Dream carefully cut the rope binding Technoblade. Once the piglin man stood, Dream handed Phil over, turning away.

“Tubbo! What did you do to me?!” Ranboo was furious. Sure, he made fun of Tubbo for being short, but this was beyond okay.

Tubbo stared down at his now tiny platonic husband. Tubbo looked guilty as could be. “Well, I didn’t mean to do that! I just wanted to try and help you-”

“How does making me the smallest thing on the server help anyone?!”

Tubbo grabbed Ranboo, holding him gently. “Relax! We can fix this! Just... Stay with Michael while I try and figure out what went wrong!” Tubbo ran to the small house, the mansion still having yet to be finished. “I will ask Foolish. Okay? Just, stay calm!” Tubbo was quick to climb the ladder, setting Ranboo down on the table in their son’s room.

Michael was immediately curious, running over to the table and staring at his now tiny dad. He made a noise of confusion, pointing to Ranboo then to one of the many pictures on the wall.

“Yes Michael. It’s me. You and I are going to hang out for a while because TUBBO messed up.” Ranboo huffed, sitting on the table. Michael squealed in excitement, running around the room.

“Gee, love you too babe.” Tubbo deadpanned, going back to the ladder and leaving.

Ranboo sighed. He had a meeting to attend today as well. But, he couldn’t go anywhere when he was only a couple of inches tall. He looked to Michael, who was already setting up tea party supplies. Ranboo smiled, standing up and moving to one of the cups. “So, what are we drinking today?”

Michael oinks, tipping the empty tea pot over as he played.

“Hm, yes. I like that tea very much. Thank you Michael.” Ranboo hummed, pretending to drink from the giant cup.

He stopped when he heard the door downstairs open. Was Tubbo back already? Wasn’t Foolish in Kinoko Kingdom? Wasn’t that like, several hours away?

“Tubbo?” Ranboo called, walking over to the edge of the table closest to the door. “Tubbo? Is that you?”

Silence followed. That was not normal for Tubbo. Then the ladder started creaking. Two voices started talking outside. Ranboo froze. That was Nikki and Phil. Nikki and Phil were outside, that meant-

The trapdoor swung open, a towering form climbing through the hatch. Michael squealed in joy, running over and grabbing the pigman’s arm, trying to pull him to the table. Technoblade stared at the zombie piglin baby before drawing his gaze around the room. Techno stared at the pictures proudly displayed on the walls.

“What the...” His eyes settled on Ranboo, who was staring up at him. “Ranboo? What happened?”

“I... uh...”

Michael suddenly started oinking. Techno looked to the small piglin, ears perked as the child spoke. Once Michael was done, Techno looked to Ranboo, expression contorting into a glare. Ranboo made to run, but his new small size wasn’t as fast as he hoped it was, and he was scooped up by Techno before he made it halfway across the table.

“Techno! Techno wait! I can explain!”

Michael squealed in worry, pulling Techno’s cape. Techno glared down at the child, kicking the tiny piglin away.

“Michael!” Ranboo watched as Michael ran to his bed, hiding under the covers. “Techno! Why did you-”

“Shut up.” Techno jumped down the ladder, not bothering to close the trap door. He kicked open the front door and stormed out. Phil and Nikki looked at him, confused.

“Hey mate, what’s-”

Technoblade held up Ranboo. His grip too tight for the now tiny half enderman. “Ranboo was a traitor.” Ranboo stared at the trio, pleading gaze on Nikki and Phil. “This guy was married to Tubbo, and yet wants to join the syndicate! He’s a spy, and now...” Techno turned Ranboo to his face, glaring down at the tiny person. “Traitors are not welcome in the syndicate.”

Technoblade turned away from Phil and Nikki, heading back to his home. He cast one last glance at Ranboo, “You know how I feel about... reciprocation.” Ranboo cringed. He hadn’t betrayed anyone, everything Ranboo had done was for Michael. “You’re going to regret going against me.”

Phil looked at the open house, motioning Nikki to follow him. Nikki did, watching as Phil walked to the back of the house, ignoring the ladder. Instead Phil closed the trapdoor, motioning for Nikki to leave. Both people did, Phil closing the front door behind him.

“We’ll get Ranboo back mate! Don’t worry about you dad!”