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Cw for language, angst, and possible derealization. I do not know much about derealization, but the story contain Tommy waking up from a dream that feels too real. I'm sorry if it feels like I'm throwing that word around.

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Tommy is dreaming

At least, he feels like he is. The world around him feels so... unreal.

The slow breeze that brushed his scarless skin, the smell of grass without the lingering smell of gunpowder, the sunshine that actually feels warm instead of stinging hot he always feel. It all feels so unreal.

And yet, it all feels so.. real. He's feeling those things

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Basically, it's like a Gt (maybe this counts as original?) concept I came up for my OCs in middle school,

The concept is "Scribbler"

Basically the concept came up when my friend and I made like doodles of characters hanging around the bars on the notebook(The guide lines for words)

And then I came up with the idea.

What if there's like little people that like, works here or something?

Basically Scribblers are tiny people that helps humans to work through something, be it school or work. The Scribblers are from "made" from humans. Basically, a human can turn into Scribblers.

Not voluntarily though.

Also the Scribbler-turned-human doesn't remember anything about their life as a human, what they know is that they have to help this human they've been appointed to.

So the original concept starts with this person who woke up in a blank space with the notebook bars above their head— the space inside the notebook is like a void, but is very pliable depending on the Scribbler's will (They want to live in a cottage inside the woods? Yeah there's a cottage, no woods though. But the "sky" is blue and the surroundings has shades of green)— and then the Scribbler saw a letter. This letter is like a "command" from "The One Who Existed Scribbler". Rather than a command, the letter is basically a

"Hello! I'm [---], and I'm the one who wished for you to exist as this form. First and foremost, I am sorry about your current self, and I hope from this point on you're going to be better.

You're a Scribbler. A being that changes someone's life (I hope for the better) and please help the human you've been assigned to"

Or something like that. The one who wrote the letter is someone very nice. The letter contains like, what a Scribbler is, and "don't worry! You can go back to being a human! And your memory will be brought back! But it'll happen when your assigned human has finished school (if work they're finished with the current big project)"

And then it goes on.

The Scribbler is very confused, btw, while the human is "Cool. Idk what's going on, but I'll take the help"

It's a concept I made when I was in like, second grade middle school, and thinking back, I think the idea is cool.

Especially since I've came up with a side story for "The One Who Existed Scribbler" (Actually, this side story is the one that's very based around mh OCs lol)

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Content warning: Language.

Also, I made up the medical scene by myself— don't worry, it doesn't contain blood or serious surgical stuffs or anything— it's just a "how do I write it so it has a bandaging scene? 🤔" type of thing

Ch. 2

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Phil thought it would be a normal morning for him. He noticed that he's lacking in some ingridients, so he thought it'd be nice to make a mental list of what he should buy for his grocery run. Yeah. It should be normal. Phil never expected that he'll found himself staring at an unconcious body of a tiny person.

Before him— laying unconscious— was a tiny person. Phil quickly realizes that Tommy was, In fact, not dreaming when he told him the story of how he found two tiny people bickering. Phil haven't forgotten himself thinking Tommy imagining seeing a pink-haired tiny person sure is strange when he heard Tommy mentioned it at the dining table. Wait— wasn't there two tiny people in Tommy's story...?

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Wilbur is currently frozen still. He couldn't do anything as he watches the human staring at Techno's unconscious body. Fuck— He should've listened to Techno when he said that "It's too early" and to "Wait for the human to go outside, just to be safe". Now Techno is laying unconcious in front of the human, and who knows what the fuck will the human do to Techno.

A whole minute felt like an hour to Wilbur as he stared down at the human who was staring at his twin. Eventually, the human broke out of his trance and decided to poke at Techno's limp body— No no no- what's he going to do to Techno— ..and then the human speedwalked away. His footsteps gave a little echo to the house, he looks like he's in a hurry.

Now's my chance Wilbur thought. He had the vague idea of climbing down as fast as he can, try and drag Techno towards the shadow, wait for the human to leave (while praying that he won't look for them), and go home— That way the human can forgot about Techno and possibly thinking that he was imagining things. It's okay. The borrowing trip can wait. It's okay.

It is not okay. Because as soon as Wilbur was about to initiate his plan, his plan failed. With the human coming back to Techno— with several tools bottles in his hands. Fuck— is he going to experiment on Techno???

Wilbur stared for a good moment at the human and Techno before a loud "Heey!!" startled him. The human was yelling to thin air, to his surroundings. "I know there are two tiny people" oh fuck "please come out, your pink-haired friend is unconcious, and I honestly can't tend to him accurately! If you're here, please help me treat him!!"

Huh?

"Please, I heard from Tommy— The other human— that you two seem pretty close, please help me treat him. I don't want him to die"

"He's going to die?!" Wilbur exclaimed from the top of the cabinet, and the human's head shot up to meet his eyes and Oh fuck, they locked eyes

"Oh phew there you are—" the human breathed out, still locking eyes with Wilbur. "Oh- uh- I actually don't know. I hope not. Can you- uh- can you help me treat his wounds?" he plead. To which Wilbur doesn't know what to do. He wants to go down. He has to. His twin is at the mercy of a collosal human and if Techno is going to be taken away, Wilbur at least doesn't want Techno and himself to be left alone.

Wilbur nodded.

Wilbur nodded and struggled as he tried to climb down the cabinet. He wouldn't dare using his and Techno's path nor his tools in front of the human. It can be used as a proof that "hey! I live in this place long enough to know what I'm doing here and how to tread this place!" and that is not a desireable scenario.

For a moment, Wilbur noticed that the human was opening his hand in favour of a platform— Wilbur dodges it. It doesn't matter if there's a possibility of the human wanting to help him, the thought of him standing on a human's hand was scary and weird.

"How... How do we treat him..?" Wilbur said, words slow when he finally able to reach the same surface as Techno's unconscious body

"Wait a second-" The human cutted his sentence as he takes out a slim, rectangular object, and begin tapping it— to which Wilbur responds VERY defensively, by the way. He doesn't know what the fuck does the object do, but he shouldn't trust whatever the human is doing —Fuck, has he fell right into the human's trap? "So it says here that it's best to check for other injuries, and if the patient is bleeding, to clear out the blood"

"Huh—?"

"Here, I have tissues for that" The human said while handing Wilbur a big sheet of tissue. His face buried in favor of reading the now-shining rectangular object— no wonder he didn't notice how bewildered Wilbur's face is

As a result, Wilbur took the sheet of tissue panickingly, he forgot how light a tissue is, and almost fell over

"Ah fuck— I'm sorry, was it too big? Do I need to cut it for you?"

"Cut what?" Wilbur's expression paled, he wasn't paying attention to the human one for a while. This situation was already weird and scary enough for him. Fumk, is he talking about cutting—

"The tissue" Phil answered, interrupting Wilbur's morbid thought. If Wilbur listened more closely, he could hear the tone on the human's voice mirrored both worry and concern for the him.

"Oh- uh- N-No. I can do it myself, I'm sorry—" Wilbur breathed out. Fuck. No time for panicking. No. Focus. Focus on Techno. He has to treat Techno's injury. Even if it means he'll have to work with a human.

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" —and then I believe after the bandage is wrapped, he should not be moved for a while in caution for any broken bones" the human finishes, and put down the slim, shining rectangular object— which Wilbur swear he knew what the thing is called— swapping it with a pair of scissors, and began to cut the bandage cloth to the appropriate size. "Here, please wrap the bandage"

"I... I don't know how" Wilbur meekly replied, taking in the texture of the bandage cloth in his hand. It's actually a good texture for sheets, maybe he should borrow some sometimes—

"Oh," the human began to look up picture tutorial on how to wrap bandages on his phone. Not noticing Wilbur's pale face.

Fuck fuck fuck. The previous realization finally caught up to Wilbur. He's a borrower— a small, small being— next to a Human —A huge being who have too much power over Borrowers and is very ....cruel.

"Here" the human said, as a sudden shine encompassed Wilbur's view.

It's the rectangular object—No, wait, it's a "Phone" right?— It's the phone. Specifically the shining side of the phone— the side that the human was reading the information from— directed towards Wilbur. A white screen with pictures and instructions on how to wrap a bandage was shown on it.

"To be honest I actually didn't know so I had to search it up. You can follow the instructions here— uh..?"

Wilbur's vision blurred, and his knees feels weak, and before he knew it, his face is now wet

Has the human ever shown any ill intent to both of them this far?

"Are you.. crying...?" the human's— Philza's — sudden voice from above him woke him up from his trance, and Wilbur shot his head up to look at the human.

This is actually Wilbur's first time to look at Philza's face so very clearly, without the usual fear that clouds his mind. His face was big, sure enough, and it took up Wilbur's whole view. But it's not that, Philza's face was so.. Kind. Oh stars they are so kind. A pair of big green eyes are locked on to his brown pair. Philza's expression reflects no malicious intent, his eyebrows furrowed in worry for Wilbur, his mouth half-opened in concern of an unsaid "are you okay?" for Wilbur, and his eyes are practically shining with kindness. Kindness that is directed towards Wilbur.

It teared down the dam on Wilbur's heart.

And Wilbur cried.

The story/drabble is in bullet points because this is a straight-out-of-my-notes thing. And thank you so much for the prompt!! (It's my first prompt ask, :"D)

• When Phil got home, he was NOT expecting this.

• You see, Phil was... familiar with having tiny people in his house— this is normally a strange occurence, yes, but for some reason, there were three people living in his walls, and when he- uh- caught one of them, another one popped out and then threatened him. Of course, the threats mean almost nothing to him— if anything he was surprised to how brave the little guy is— but he released the little guys anyway, it was an accident that the first one fell into his hand afterall. He released them with an offer to live with him and Wilbur, of course. Also, Phil asked for their names.

• According to Ranboo(the one who got caught) there are three little guy— Borrowers( mentioned by an Angry Tommy—The one who threatened him) living in his house, and to Phil and the borrowers surprise, Wilbur has already met and befriended one of the borrowers. And his name is Techno.

• "Oh, hey Phil!" was Wilbur's greetings to Phil when he got home. And Phil nornally would've replied to him with a "Hey there mate". But seeing a borrower just chilling in Wilbur's hand, Phil's first reaction was a:

• What the fuck. Where did you get him??? Internally, of course. It'd be rude to swear at/in front of a guest

• "Charlie was carried by a dog, so I offered him a place to stay :smile:" Wilbur said, noticing Phil's shocked stare.

• "Hello!" The borrower— Charlie— greeted. "Wilbur offered me a place to stay, so here I am!"

• to say Phil was conflicted may be an understatement. Because of course he is going to take in Charlie, but dear fuck they need a new house for another family member to not live in a wall

• Phil let out a sigh, and Wilbur grinned. He knows too well how Phil is. Charlie, on the other hand(ha) also knew the result— Wilbur's talking skill has really convinced him afterall.

• "I'm sorry if the house might be cramped. You can stay" was Phil's final decision.