#giant!bad

Breathe in...

Breathe out...

Breathe in...

Breathe out...

His body twitched as he laid there, emotionless on the ground, his eyes cloudy; mouth dry. Each and only thoughts on his mind was to remind himself to breathe, at the moment no other soul was around, only the bloody carcasses of animals; a gruesome sight, where he would once emit care, laid a shell of a man; no ounce of the person he once was.

Time was irrelevant to him, no longer could he tell when a day has gone by, everything blurring together, he swears he feels dead, the way his body is cold and his breaths could be barely felt by he himself.

His eye's drooped closed, what little energy he had grasped on was whisked away, each shallow and sharp breath he took; pained his chest, he took one last weak glance at the trees he caught sight of, and drifted off.

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A man—giant— walked across the lands, not a single thought in mind, he was just a wandering traveler after all, heading into the unexpected. No end in mind, a weird sense of dread, crawled up his skin; the cold air nipping at his skin as it neared the winter season, flocks of birds migrating infront of him, as they ran from the freezing temperatures.

He sighs, and closes his eyes, his strides continuing, this time his other senses took over as he guided his body through the trees. The ground dipped and his eye's zapped opened and stared at the ground.

A clear line was drawn on the ground; clearly made by a giant, it was the line they created just to say, "there's still humans here, be careful when crossed, blah blah." The giant sighed, it seems there is an end to his journey(for this direction atleast)

He coughed and let out a sigh, he turned around and started heading back, the man was only a few minutes into his journey back until he heard a deep groan of pain; he blinked for a few moments, strands of brown hair falling on his face as he made sure he wasn't hearing things. A few moments pass and he heard another groan, he turned around to look for the source and peeking behind the trees he could see a weird lump; moving? Breathing.

The man gasped and quickly went over and the sight made his stomach drop, he was a bit of a softie, okay! The bloody carcasses of animals accompanied with the stench of rot and death was sickening and the man laying in the midst of it all did not help ease him, he would've thought the man was dead if it was not for his chest that weakly rose and fell.

He took a step forward, holding in his breath, the man infront of him looked disheveled and sickening, his stomach dropped as he saw the man twitch; he was considering on turning around, forgetting this entire ordeal, but the man in front of him made him think. His cheeks were faintly sunken in, the dark bags under his eyes were a pain to see, the matted and bloodied hair making him feel a weird disgusted feeling. He felt- sympathy and remorse, for the man infront of him.

He grimaced as he pushed away the rotting animal corpses, giving him enough space to kneel; his cottage wasn't to far anyways—he had on a satchel that touched the ground as he kneeled. His hand twitched as he slowly inched to touch the man, unruly rough skin met soft delicate ones. The off-putting feeling made him wince, and the contact of the two made Dream flinch.

Yet the man smiled, a soft, caring look on his face, even with the blond man's clearly starved state, he was a struggle to move. He hoisted him up his shoulder, the passed out giant clearly taller than him.

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Heat...Warmth...Crackling-

Fire?

Dreams eyes blinked open, the first thing that filled his vision was the color orange, he instantly sat up, confused with his surroundings, he could tell he was on some sort of makeshift couch, his eyes darted left and right, the unfamiliar surrounding; slowly unblurring.

"Oh! You're awake!"

A voice, chipper and bubbly, came up from behind him, as his eyes zapped to look at the giant behind him, the mans brown locks falling infront of his face, the blond was confused and slowly adjusted his body to turn to him; sure, maybe he should have tried running away after waking up in a strange place, and being greeted by a fellow giant who he had no recall of knowing, however, his body ached and the somewhat plush couch he was on helped eased the tension in his body.

"How're you feeling?" The brunette said, slowly inching closer placing a bowl filled with something he couldn't comprehend at the moment on the table infront of him. The other giant sat beside him on the couch, slowly as to not startle the blond, "How're you feeling?" He smiled, repeating his question after a few minutes of deafening silence.

"Can—Can I feel your head?" The brunette asked with softness in his tone, Dream blinked, unsure with what to do, he craned his neck and nodded, Bad was pleased with the answer and reached out one hand to feel his temperature, surprisingly the man seemed to be okay, besides the obvious scars on his body.

"I made pottage stew- here you can have it." He says, picking up the bowl and handing it over to him, it took Dream a few moments to register what he was doing and brought his shaky hands to clutch the bowl. "I'm Bad." The brunette said, his lips parting and shaping into a very toothy smile.

The blond felt ashamed and confused, this random stranger was here- helping him? "Bad?" He breathed out, the brunette giggled, "Yeah- it's an unusual name, what's yours?" He looked down, muttering, "...Dream." Bad hummed in reply, and gestured to the soup. "I'll leave you to eat, we took a two day travel here and you were passed out the whole way..." After a giggle in which Dream responded with an awkward chuckle, the brunette turned the corner; leaving Dream, befuddled, and utterly alone with his thoughts.

He stared at the bowl in his hands; in which they shook lightly, almost threatening to drop it. He sighed, his shoulders slumping and his fingers found a way to the spoon, he scooped up some soup and gently brought it up to his chapped lips. As the soup landed on his tongue, he raised his eyebrows, it was...okay?

Don't get him wrong, he's extremely thankful, he's actually been given somewhat of a meal after months of bearing with whatever he could scrounge up. But- the soup tasted bland, or maybe it just wasn't his taste. Yeah, that was probably it.

He still of course gulped it all down, it was still quite filling and it satisfied him just enough. The blond placed the empty bowl down and took another look in the room he was in; the cottage was quaint, it didn't have much; which was expected, not many giants had the resources to make a somewhat lavish home.

He let out a deep sigh, he shifted in his seat; both his body and the chair, groaning, he spotted a clump of thin fabric, assumed to be a blanket. He lifted up the item, draping it around his body. Then he thought.

Bad seemed nice enough.

He helped him after all.

Speaking of, the man entered back into the room, a gentle smile on his face. In his hands, held a fresh pair of clothes, neatly folded in his arms, "I got you a decent set of clothes." He beamed, seeming just a tad bit cheerier than before, he heard a soft thud and he realized that Bad was holding a cup of water, and had just placed it down, how did he not see that?

He rasped out a thank you, hoarse and rough words leaving his lips, Bad giggled and gestured to the water; "Yeah, you definitely need a drink, your throat is bone dry." Dream lifted the cup to his opened mouth, chugging it down; he realized how thirsty he was, the cup was placed down on the table and Bad finally handed him the clothes.

"You can change right here, if you need anything I'll be in the other room!" He waves a hand and quickly disappeared behind the walls again.

Okay, he could deal with this, maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

He swears, he's dying.

Okay, maybe he was exaggerating, just a teensy-tiny bit; here's the thing, even with Bad helping him out, and him doing his best to help in any way he can; and Bad was a delight, his health wasn't doing well, his immune system had apparently weakened after he lived in unhealthy conditions, he would constantly get fevers; yet, Bad was there and took the time to care for him.

Even after everything that Bad was doing for him, he was constantly unsatisfied and uncomfortable. Not because of the other of course- well, maybe? Dream was not one to judge, but, the food Bad had been serving him has been rather...bland. It was hard to describe, Dream knew it was good, since another traveler came by and asked if they could get a meal and they raved about the simple dish that the other had made until they left to continue their travel.

So Dream thought maybe the dishes just weren't to his taste, until, Bad handed him a simple loaf of bread; it couldn't be anymore simpler(well sorta). In short: he knew that Bad's cooking wasn't the problem.

So what was it?

He never really felt hungry, per se, he just felt unsatisfied, sometimes he'd turn a bit agitated, he wasn't proud of it; but he couldn't just tell that to Bad! He had already done so much for him, yet, he couldn't take it, he was weak ever since he was ever captured.

That night he tossed and turned on the couch, which was still generously provided by the brunette as a place to rest on. The fire place wasn't lit with a warm blaze, the only source of light being the rays of moonlight gleaming through the windows. The couch creaked as his weight left and he stood by the window staring above. The full moon an ethereal mirror reflecting the whispers of the cosmos, capturing the secrets of the universe in its luminous embrace. Dancing across his features, illuminating his beauty too anyone that may have seen him.

His stomach grumbled and flashes of memories resurfaced to the front of his mind, he felt a familiar taste lingering on his tongue, the taste of raw alive meat heavy on his tastebuds, animal or human? He couldn't tell. His stomach continued to groan, clearly the meal from earlier didn't satiate his hunger. He turned around, his feet carrying him towards the hallway.

The cottage was quiet, eerily so, he crept through the short hall, he spotted Bad's room, his door was completely shut which eased him ever so slightly. Bad was a heavy sleeper, that he learned. His feet led him towards the kitchen, his hands reaching on the counter top where a bowl of walnuts sat. The blonds fingertips were about to grab them, yet, he sagged and dropped his arms. His body was practically begging for food, yet the kitchen had nothing to offer him that appealed to him.

His eyes landed on the door.

He could go hunt.

Bad wouldn't mind.

His tastebuds moaned as the first taste of meat fell on his tongue, he had wandered off into the night searching for a midnight snack; which led to the poor demise of a sleeping deer. Of course, that would only be the first, but the buck itself filled him with a sense of calm, flooding his tastebuds with a flavor that felt...right.

Throughout the night he could only find small critters, which were quite hard to grab; they all scurried off in a frenzy the second they sensed him, he sighed deeply, he wasn't even frustrated. The serenity of the moonlit night was different, this was the first time he actually gotten to rest and appreciate the night in a long, long while. Not even the crickets chirped, only the softest, of the gentle breezes accompanied him and his thoughts.

He was still hungry, that was obvious but, for now, he could wait..

He didn't know how long he stayed there, leaning against a huge tree; eyes shut, and breaths steady. He just knew, when he heard a faint, yet, deep rumble. His eyes blinked opened and he turned his head to look behind the trees, he spotted a cave, like an empty black void, he couldn't see what was making that sound; he could only hear.

Dream sat patiently, as he awaited for whatever thing or creature emerged from the depths of darkness, his entire body perked uo as he watched a huge brown paw peek out and he had to physically seize his body to stop him from immediately pouncing. He sat still in his place, his hands wrapping around and clenching the grass below him.

A mad grin found it's way to his face as the bear fully emerged out of it's cave, the bear was clearly groggy, stumbling over its own footing; whom clearly had just woken up from its slumber, the bear sniffed the air; still unaware of his presence. The creature had it's back face to him and in queue his attention went to his growling stomach and growing hunger.

As the bear was distracted he let go and immediately lunged at the bear, with limited reaction time in a few desperate moments of struggle, Dream prevailed and the bear would soon end up in his stomach. It was a gnarly sight to see, it wasn't exactly messy, just- disturbing. If a giant passed by then they'd shrug, likely not even looking his way. But if a human saw him, then that's different.

Seeing a giant bulky bear being chewed to the bone by a giant wouldn't be something a sane human would want to see, and on top of that, Dream was there, sitting in an awkward position; savoring the creature, with small bites. He couldn't remember the last time he had eaten like this, with such wild and unrestrained abandon.. it was like he had transformed into a wild animal, a creature driven by instinct and desire...and it felt so damn good...he knew that he must have looked ridiculous and uncouth, but he didn't care...all that mattered was the taste and texture of the meat, the feeling of it sliding down his throat and filling his belly...he was in heaven, pure and absolute heaven...

His world stopped as he heard a voice.

"...Dream?"

With a gulp, he slowly turned his head to the side, seeing two dark figures; ever so slowly inching closer to him. His heart raced as the moonlight shone upon the figures faces. Their small human bodies tense, and so was he. The blonds eyes widened as he took a good long look at them, and they all sat in an uncomfortable silence.

"Y-You guys...Sap...nap? And Gogy?"

"Hey- wait! It's George!"

A few hours passed when Punz turned around to go back home with the two cherries he had picked for his mother. He looked up at the sky, noticing how darker clouds were beginning to appear. 'Luckily I'm going back, otherwise the rain would have caught me... But... For some reason I have a bad feeling...'

He quickly took flight, heading home.

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“Sapnap..! Let the fairy out” The half-demon tried to convince his fireborn son. “But dad…” he said, pouting. "No buts sapnap. Let the fairy out, he doesn't know it's safe, so you're scaring him." Bad explained softly placing his hands on Sapnap's shoulders.

After a few seconds, the fireborn sighed. "Okay..." He moved away from Bad a little and closed his eyes, concentrating on pushing the fairy up. In a few seconds the fairy was back in Sapnap's mouth, who carefully removed him from it. Bad picked the small fairy up gently, holding him close as the little boy cried.

Sapnap looked a little guilty, his tail curling around his leg. "I didn't want to scare him, dad..." "Don't worry Sappy, he'll get over it in a while." Bad looked at the clock for a moment before looking at Sapnap again. "And... The clock reads half past three, which means..." Sapnap pouted, crossing his arms. "But dad, I don't want to take a nap...!"

"Sapnap.." The fireborn sighed, heading to his room. “Okay…” Once Sapnap had left the living room, Bad sat down on the couch, carefully inspecting the little fairy. Soon after, he gently began to wipe away the saliva that covered him. "...What's your name, little one..?" He asked as he continued to clean the fairy.

"His name is Dream." Bad looked up as Skeppy walked into the living room, sitting down on the couch next to him. “Dream? That's adorable.” Skeppy chuckled. “His mother named him, while I named his older brother, Punz.” He said, gently stroking Dream's head.

"That's a good name," Bad replies. Skeppy offers him a smile, but can't stop thinking about how his friend and Punz were doing. He hoped they were okay.

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Punz flew for a while, finally reaching his home. "Mom, Dream, I'm home!" he said as he stepped inside, placing the cherries on the table. In a few seconds his mother gets out of her room quickly, approaching her son.

"Punz, Dream is not with you?" she asked, clearly concerned. Punz looked at her confused and also a little worried. "No? He was supposed to be with you…” “Punz, he went after you when he found out you went out…”

The confusion on Punz's face changed to complete concern. "What?!" He exclaimed, turning around, heading to the door of the house. "I'm going to look for him, I'll be back soon." he told his mother before flying off again. “Be careful, Punz…”

The young fairy quickly flew around the area, desperately searching for his little brother. He looked at the clouds, which were darker than before.

It would soon start to rain and he needed to find Dream before it happened. He continued to fly around before veering off. If Dream hadn't been met on the way, it meant that his brother had strayed from the path.

He tried to fly even faster, advancing a few meters, when he saw a human house in the distance. A thought that he would not want to be true crossed his mind when he saw the house. ‘Maybe Dream had been seen and caught by the humans that live in that house…?’ 

Punz shook his head, there was only one way to know. He flew quickly but when he had a few meters to go, it began to rain heavily, soaking his wings completely and causing him to fall to the ground hardly.

Slowly and shakily he rose from the ground, his body sore from the fall. He tried to move his wings to fly but they were completely wet. He walked closer to the house, carefully stepping onto the terrace to get out of the rain.

He didn't want to risk entering the house while his wings were wet, as he didn't want to be caught by the humans who lived there. He hid in a part of the terrace and once he was sure that the humans would not see him there, he closed his eyes. He was really tired...

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Skeppy suddenly got up from the couch where he was sitting next to Bad. “Skeppy? Are you okay..?" Skeppy looked at him for a moment in silence before answering. "Yes... but... For some reason I feel like I have to check the terrace..."

Bad frowned in confusion, looking at the window. “But it's raining Skeppy, if the wind blows you could get wet..” Skeppy gave him a small smile before starting to head towards the entrance. "Don't worry, it will only be a moment." he finally answered walking out of the living room.

Skeppy walked down the hall, before long arriving and opening the front door. He walked slowly around the terrace, not noticing anything strange until his eyes noticed something in a corner.

He approached slowly, kneeling down once he was in front of it. His eyes widened as he recognized the small figure. ‘Punz..? What is he doing here..? Maybe looking for Dream...?' he thought as he carefully picked up the small body, noticing how cold and wet he was.

'So got you in the rain, huh..?' Skeppy held the small boy gently against his chest, walking back into the house and shutting the door close with one hand. He slowly made his way back to the living room, sitting next to Bad again.

The half-demon looked at the figure Skeppy was holding. "Skeppy...? Who..-?" "This is Punz, Dream's older brother, who apparently was looking for him but got caught in the rain.” He interrupted Bad before he could finish his question.

“Oh.. Poor muffinhead… I hope he doesn't catch a cold…” “Don't worry, he'll be fine, he just needs to rest. Although we will have to calm him down and explain everything to him when he wakes up…” explained Skeppy. Bad nodded, directing his gaze back to Dream.

It was just a matter of waiting.

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“C’mon Tommy! You said you wanted to do a prank that would shock and scare the hell out of everyone and this couldn’t be a better prank!” The borrower exclaimed. Wilbur was excited by the prospect of scaring his friends on April fools. Every other year Tommy and he had either made them laugh till they couldn’t stand or they ticked them off a little. 

Wilbur wanted to see what scaring them would be like. Mix it up and such.

“I know I know…it’s just…you think they might take it the wrong way?” Wilbur shook his head. 

“Tommy-Toms-no one will think you legitimately decided to eat me.” 

“I mean-I guess if you're sure then…ok fine-I’ll do it. But you owe me a fuck ton of ice cream and shit. I’m doing this for you after all.” Tommy stubbornly crossed his arms, huffing. Wilbur just let out a bubbly laugh. 

“Alright alright fine I’ll buy you some ice cream tomorrow if you can effectively pull the wool over their eyes and convince them you did the deed successfully.”

Tommy let out what sounded like a whine and a groan, nodding slowly and dramatically as Tommy usually did. “If I fail can I still get a single tub of ice cream?”

The brunet hummed, closing his eyes and tapping his finger on his chin in thought. Tommy blinked at Wilbur with a deadpan look. “I swear to prime I will legitimately eat you regardless of this stupid prank if you don’t buy me ice cream-“

Wilbur paused and for a split second, Tommy swore he saw fear but if Wilbur had been afraid? Well, he wasn’t showing it anymore because the borrower was doubled over in a fit of laughs and Tommy felt his worry melt away. “Ok ok no need to threaten me child-I’ll buy you a single tub if you fail ok?”

Tommy grumbled, pretending to be pissed off about it but he was grinning wide. “Yeah, that's fair big man. Makes sense to me but make sure it’s mint chip or you're dead-“ He jokingly growled, poking the other gently. 

Wilbur stumbled back slightly and lightly swatted at Tommy’s finger. “Mhm-ok sure Toms. Like you would ever kill your favorite brother-”

“Nope Techno is actually my favorite brother-Sorry Wilby.” Tommy shrugged and Wilbur snorted, rolling his eyes disbelievingly.

“Oh please child-you gave me the nickname Wilby. Are you seriously gonna sit here and tell me, out of both me and Techno, he’s the favorite?” “Well-I-oh just shut up Wil-” The blond spluttered out, his face having turned a bright red in embarrassment. Curse Wilbur for always being right-

Getting back on track, Tommy scooped Wilbur up, holding him gently in cupped hands. Wilbur settled quickly, getting comfortable and preparing mentally. 

“Alright well let’s get this prank on the road hmm? I have some morons to scare!” The brunet laughed before nodding his head. 

“Let us get on with it. I have a nap I need to take-“ He joked as Tommy brought Wilbur closer to his face and more specifically, towards his mouth.

Wilbur tensed up just a little, part of his mind still screaming his life was in danger just like it had the first time he had been found…and by all accounts he had been in danger that first time but after all the bonding and movie nights they had really become a family for him…

But of course he was still somewhat frightened of the whole thing.

And he wouldn’t lie but some of the things his friends said to him made him…immensely uncomfortable…not that he’d say anything on the subject. He didn’t want them to think he couldn’t handle what was obviously a joke…

But hey-he wouldn’t be seeing any of them till dinner tonight. First up, Tommy would go and kind of discreetly hint before outright admitting that he had ‘eaten’ Wilbur to Phil, Techno. Then it was on to Tubbo and Ranboo if Tommy was able to get a hold of them. They were always busy trying to prank each other the day after so one of them was usually shopping for prank supplies  depending on the year. Then, if they couldn’t get a hold of either of them they went to meet up at Dream’s before going back home for dinner where Tommy would reveal that everything was fine.

Wilbur was particularly interested to hear what Skeppy thought of the whole thing considering he was also a borrower like him. 

Skeppy was one of, if not thee, best at deciphering he and Tommy’s pranks. One year, they had pretended not to know each other and most everyone was actually convinced Tommy and him had amnesia or something. The two always made sure the lead up to a prank was flawless so it actually felt and seemed real. The month before the amnesia prank they had both been ‘having issues remembering where things were’ and ‘remembering Wilbur was a borrower or that Tommy was human.’ 

The other borrower was by far the most unconvinced and saw through Tommy and Wilbur’s facades so quickly that the two ended up admitting it was a prank before they had gotten to dinner that day. 

Would Skeppy be worried or totally knowing as he usually was? Wilbur was going with the second one surprisingly. As much as it would suck for another prank not to last till dinner, it wouldn’t be a shock.

He had always been asked by either Skeppy or Bad if he felt alright or if he was uncomfortable after hearing an off handed remark about just wanting to eat Wilbur because he was a nuisance. 

“Uh-Wilbur…you know it’s ok to tell them if they say anything that upsets you right? I mean-usually they're joking but still. If it makes you uncomfortable you should say something alright man?” The blue clad borrower had put his hands on Wilbur’s shoulders. Quackity had…made a very unnerving comment about how easy he could just eat Wilbur and no one would stop him and unsurprisingly, Bad and Skeppy quickly brought Wilbur to another room to just calm him down. He hadn’t noticed it till he left the room but he had been shaking more than he had thought. Bad had dropped them both off and had gone to call Phil to pick him up, making up some nonsense about Wilbur feeling ill and needing rest.

“I-I can handle a joke though…obviously it was just a joke…” Wilbur had mumbled quietly and Skeppy had just let out an exasperated sigh. 

“I know it sucks to think but-imagine if it wasn’t a joke. You have every single right to feel uncomfortable, upset and downright afraid if someone says that; because if you don’t speak up then they’ll think it’s ok to keep saying or-in a worst case scenario-they’ll think they can go and e-eat you.” Skeppy could barely keep the tremors that came from his voice

Wilbur hadn’t hidden the shiver and chill that made its way through his whole body. He shakily nodded his head though, The other was right after all…if he never voiced his thoughts they’d go unheard.

“Alright. I’ll try to be more vocal about my feelings and opinions.”

The older brown haired borrower looked like he had wanted to talk more about the subject when the doorbell rang and Bad returned, offering the two his hand. They appeared to be just the slightest stressed out looking about this whole thing. The borrowers hopped onto his hands and he held them up to his chest. “I am so very sorry Wilbur-I’ll make sure to have a very…strongly worded conversation with everyone ok?” Skeppy had let out a small giggle, already grinning a bit and having returned to his mood from earlier in the day. “Ooo is Bad gonna finally cuss Quackity out?” Wilbur could tell that he had been trying to lighten the mood and he…he had appreciated it.Bad seemed to appreciate this much less.“I-Skeppy you muffinhead! I meant-Oh you know what I meant-!” He had spluttered out, his face having gotten a dusting of pink and red before he tried to calm down, returning his focus to the original, albeit sore, subject. 

“All jokes aside I’ll g-“

“N-No you don’t need to! Seriously-It’s fine. You don’t need to tell anyone anything. It’s not like I live here so they shouldn’t have to change the things they say.”

Bad had looked hesitant but nodded, dropping the conversation. Skeppy seemed frustrated at that but he hadn’t said anything on the subject.

“Wilbur are you alright? You’ve been just kinda staring in a bit of a daze. Helloooooo?” Tommy poked Wilbur gently with a finger and his brother barely moved.

“Willllll-“ The human whined, bringing Wilbur much closer before licking him to just try and get the borrower back into focus.

That got Wilbur’s attention seeing as the borrower nearly jumped out of his hand. “T-Tommy?”

“Bigman you kinda just-stopped looking alive for a bit. You ok?”

Wilbur nodded. “I-I’m ok Toms.”

“Are you sure? If you don’t want to do this now that’s ok w-“ 

“No, we're doing it. I said we were and we are so just get on it.” Wilbur snapped and Tommy seemed apprehensive as he pushed Wilbur into his mouth, his mouth already watering at the delightful flavor of milk chocolate coming from his mouth.

The blond's pupils dilated a little as he began to coat Wilbur in saliva, purring softly.

Maybe he shouldn’t have opposed this idea so much…

He continued to lick at the borrower, noting that he was squirming around a little now and he began to push him towards the back of his throat. 

Normally he’d probably bite a borrower, their blood tasted heavenly after all-but the more awake side of him told him that this was his brother.

Which of course meant he couldn’t hurt him because if he did he might not even see him again and he for sure knew normal him would be so very upset with himself. So, with that in mind he opted to continue licking him, pressing him up against his teeth and gently nibbling on his tail.

The nibbling was…very short lived as he felt a sharp jab at his tongue and he let out an animalistic whine. “Tommy no tail nibbling! You know how sensitive it is-”

Letting out an annoyed huff, he moved the borrower back to his tongue , pressing them below his tongue, purring quietly as he swallowed the building saliva in his mouth.

Wilbur squirmed around a little, grumbling in annoyance as he shoved the tongue that continued to coat him in thick and sticky saliva.

“Ok Tommy I think you got me covered enough-“ He forced a chuckle though he wasn’t sure why he felt a pit of anxiety and nervousness pooling in his stomach. It wasn’t like he was in danger. This was Tommy after all.

The blond hummed, reluctantly moving them back to the center of his tongue before tilting his head back, swallowing them gently. A hand went up to his throat as he rubbed and massaged his throat to get the borrower down.

Wilbur squirmed around the tight, squishy throat as he was tugged down the slimy throat, his tail flitting about as he tried to keep his calm. His stupid instincts screamed that he was in danger but he knew he wasn’t…

Hopefully.

There was another tug and he passed the teenagers collarbone. He heard the steady, resonating purrs and the beating of his heart. The noises calmed his fears. He was probably fine. He slipped into a more spacious pouch and tensed before forcing his body to relax. He brought his tail to his chest and ran his hands through the saliva soaked fur.

Tommy softly smiled, rubbing at his storage as he continued to purr, the fog in his head starting to clear slightly.

What had he been doing again? Right-he had a prank to pull off. He poked his storage a little. “How’s my favorite snack doing?” Tommy teased, smirking to himself as he felt the borrower inside tense and squirm a little.

“Prime, give me some warning when you do that Tommy-And don’t call me a snack either.”

“Oh whatever snack-“ Tommy poked his storage again, once more teasing his brother before going towards the door of his room. He assumed Wilbur was just joking as well.

Wilbur had been dead serious when he said he didn’t want to be called a snack. It…It rubbed him the wrong way…

It reminded him of his first meeting with Tommy. That meeting had been a disaster and he had thought he’d die a horribly painful death.

Oddly enough, Tommy had taken what he had thought was pity upon him and helped him get better after a particularly dilapidating fall.

And then…well the unofficial and undocumented adoption had quickly followed.

But that had been around the last time Tommy had ever called him a snack till now and he wasn’t sure how he should feel about all this. He laid back though for now, getting comfortable as he focused on listening to Tommy and the conversation that would follow.

Tommy hummed, as he walked down the stairs to see Techno and Phil in the living room. April fools day always had them very attentive and he found it hilarious.

“Good morning!”

“…Morning Tommy…….”  Techno hesitantly greeted.

“Hey Toms. Where’s your brother?” Tommy bit back a grin. Perfect, Phil had fallen right into his trap and he was sure Phil wouldn’t know. 

Tommy nonchalantly shrugged. “Uh-right here duh-“

“Tommy, I think he meant Wilbur.” 

He scoffed as if even saying Wilbur’s name offended him deeply.. “Oh. Yeah. I don’t know.”

Phil frowned but he forced his smile back on his face, shrugging. “He might just be sleeping in. I wouldn’t worry.”

Techno looked at Phil as if he had three heads and the other groaned. “Phil it is April fools day those to menaces to society are always up to something and especially today-“

Tommy rolled his eyes a little but Phil just sighed.

“Ok well are we all ready for breakfast? Aside from Wilbur obviously because he isn’t here right now.” Tommy held back another wide smile. They were hitting every beat he needed them to hit for this to work.

“I already had a little snack so I’m already full.”

“…Didn’t Phil confiscate all your snacks?”

The blond shrugged. “Well I got myself some milk chocolate and it really tasted delicious.”

“…….I….I tossed all the milk chocolate mate…”

Tommy let his grin finally appear. “He really tasted as good as he smelt~”

The silence was satisfying…the tension was less satisfying but he had gotten to the first step of today's elaborate joke.

Techno looked dumbfounded, shock obvious in his eyes as he stared at Tommy, mouth agape. Tommy barely noticed the pinkettes hands clenching into fist.

Phil looked shellshocked for a moment before he seemed to grow hurt and confused. “You’re surely joking-tell us your joking-“

Tommy laughed. “Of course I’m not joking! I was going to eat him eventually-just wanted to taste his betrayal. I just pretended to care about him.”

He felt a small amount of squirming within him. He ignored it.

He felt all eyes on him and he was about to start talking again when Techno spoke up.

“How could you say that!? He-He was your brother!! That-That brotherly love always looked real-surely it was real!!! You wouldn’t have waited three fucking years to eat him!!!” Techno looked on the verge of tears, his voice raised unusually high. Tommy wasn’t gonna back out though. Wilbur would be disappointed if he didn’t follow through with the whole prank.

The teen shrugged, seemingly uncaring of the whole situation. As if this had been expected though it was really far from it…well it was far from it in the sense that it was just a joke.

“I don’t see the problem. I was just disposing of a pest. A nuisance that was overstaying its welcome.”

A silence hit the room. It was heavy, thick with tension. 

And then there was a blur of pink headed straight toward Tommy. Techno’s fist made contact with Tommy’s nose and a crack seemingly echoed through the room. Before Techno could land another blow Phil raced over, grabbing Techno into a hug so he couldn’t hit Tommy again.

Techno clawed and flailed about, trying to break free of Phil’s hug that was more like a wall keeping him from Tommy who was currently nursing his nose, some blood getting on his hands.

“Spit him out-Do it right here, right now or else I’m never going to talk to you ever.” Techno hissed out, eyes seemingly shimmering with rage, hate and above all-

Tears. Tears of grief. Tears for the brother that he believed was dead.

Phil’s voice came out crackly. “T-Techno…mate give it a rest….Wilbur…Wilbur is…”

Dead. The word didn’t need to be said. It was already what they were all thinking.

Techno looked to the ground. “Why don’t we all get breakfast hmm? You’ll both feel a lot better I’m sure.” Tommy suggested, already trying to get his family more…upset though it didn’t seem very smart now that he was looking at it but oh well-neither his brother nor father reacted, silently heading into the kitchen. He followed after them and sat down. “Uhm…I think we’ll just have some cereal today.” He wiped at his nose. He should get a bandage to cover that up before he went to Quackity’s.

Techno remained despondent, clearly glaring at the ground but Tommy could tell he was crying. It felt a little bad but he was overreacting. Borrower tasted great-he didn’t even need to kill him to enjoy the flavor! This was such an overreaction.

That was when he saw two tinies walk by on the counter. He had seen them through the reflection of the TV. Tiny people’s existence was nearly common knowledge at this point, but Ranboo didn’t know anything about them except for the fact that they looked like small people, and that most people thought that they weren’t intelligent. Or at least, no one had ever heard them communicate. So either they could speak or Ranboo was going insane, as he could very clearly hear them talking behind him.

“Tommy, this isn’t a good idea!” The one in a green buttoned shirt spoke tot eh one in red and white. “C’mon Tubs, we need to know more about this bitch if we’re gonna be robbin him.” ‘Tubs’ looked annoyed at that. “That’s not what it’s called!” He scolded. “Well it’s basically the same innit?” Tubs glared at him, “No, Tommy it’s completely different.” He started ranting in the difference between borrowing and stealing. “Urg, shut up you absolute prick, let’s just get some food or something.” “Awww, he has a baby!” “Tubbo not so loud!” “Oh, you’re telling me about being loud?”

They kept on bickering there for quite a bit, and Ranboo could barely contain his laughter. “Heheh.” He finally let out. In the reflection he saw Tubbo and Tommy snap their heads over to him in fear. “D-do you think he heard us?” “No way this bitch heard us, we’re the stealthiest motherfuckers around!” “Well not if you keep doing that!” Eventually the tinies went back into a hole in the wall that Ranboo hadn’t seen before. Ranboo thought about how lucky those two idiots were that they had chosen his house. He was fairly confident that no one else would’ve allowed for them to continue living here.

After this he made sure to leave food in wash to reach places, and keep his favorite ones in harder to reach areas. He kept on eavesdropping on those two, they seemed like they were always together. They bickered and bickered, and Ranboo had to stop himself from commenting on them. “Tubbo, this was such a great fucking house man, this bitchiot keeps on making this too easy.” “I dunno, I don’t trust it.” “C’mon Bee Boy! Just enjoy the thing!” They kept on like this for a few weeks. Eventually someone moved into the house to their left, and Ranboo was getting annoyed.

“Ugg, that guy over there keeps screeching, what is he, a banshee?” He wasn’t sure why, but he took to talking to Michael whenever he any thoughts he wished to speak aloud. This thought was also shared by the tinies as well. “WOULD THAT FUCKING BITCH SHUT THE FUCK UP!” “Tommy! Quiet!” “Sorry, sorry, it was t that loud though, and his human ears couldn’t pick it up I don’t think.” “So?! That doesn’t mean you should start screeching like those guys next to this house.” Ranboo really wished they could talk, but he knew that they’d probably be scared sh*tless if he did.

Things continued, and a second person came to live with the first person. Ranboo actually saw them through the window in the front whilst cradling Micheal. He saw that his other new neighbor had a white bandana, and a white shirt with a flame in the middle before he entered the house.

And promptly another screech occurred in the house soon after. He sighed. He saw again in the reflection of the TV that Tommy and Tubbo had seen the new human too. “Another one?” Tubbo said exasperated. “Don’t worry about it, I’m sure this new guy won’t be a bitch boy like the one with glasses.” (They had eventually seen the one who screeches one day through a window.)

“WHY WERE YOU JUST STANDING THERE!?” They heard from the house, they did catch a few more things after that though the walls, “Well it’s not my fault…” that was the last thing they heard. “Fucking hell, both of them sound like screechers…” Tommy commented. “Yeah, you’re right…” Ranboo muttered under his breath in response.

Then stopped himself from continuing as he saw the two of them snap their heads in his direction in terror. Ranboo fixed his mistake quickly. “Uh, that’s right Micheal! You shouldn’t do what those guys do!” He disguised it as a lesson to Micheal. Tommy snickered, “This bitch sounds so ridiculous doing baby talk.” “Let’s go Tom.” They took a cookie that Ranboo had left on the counter and and went back to the wall.

He sighed in relief, and took Micheal to feed him his bottle. They heard more screeched happen through the next few days, and witnessed another guy in a hood come to stay with the other two guys. He also had a cute kitty. Things stayed the same, until a few days later when he heard Tommy and Tubbo scream. Ranboo had let Micheal start roaming about the house as he did know how to walk. The sounds came from the way Micheal had wandered off. “Oh god.” Ranboo muttered as he rushed over there.

“Let go of the Bee Boy!” He saw Tommy shout at Micheal as he clutched Tubbo in his smol hand examining him in awe. Tubbo was whimpering and struggled with everything he had, which wasn’t a lot. “No no no, Michael. You do not grab Tubbo.” Ranboo tried to keep his voice calm but there was a bit of shake in it. He then pricked up Micheal cradling him and coaxing him into letting go of Tubbo. Ranboo picked up the tiny man and placed him onto the counter next to Tommy who was looking extremely confused. Tubbo took a few shaky steps back from Ranboo’s hand as he set him down.

“You get the fuck away from us, Bitch I’ll kill you!” Tommy shouted with anger, but not without traces of fear and a distinct shake. Ranboo probably would’ve laughed at Tommy waving around the needle in his hand under different circumstances. “Hey, it’s okay Tommy,” he started completely forgetting that he wasn’t supposed to know their names. Tommy’s eyes widened, “How the fuck do you know my and Tubs names, bitch!?” He added at the end. Ranboo held up his hands in a attempt to show he wasn’t a threat, but it only made the tinies back away from him even more.

“Hey, hey, calm down. I’ll explain everything.” After that Ranboo explained that he knew they were in his house since the beginning. He told them about how he had seen them through the reflection and heard them talking several times. At the end of his explanation Tubbo smacked the back of Tommy’s head, “You dick man! It’s your fault that he found out!” “The fuck you mean you prick it’s not just my fault! He told use he heard both, both of us bitch boy!” They bickered a bit after that. Ranboo just has to interject, “Let’s stop bickering now, my name is Ranboo.”

Both of their tiny head turned to him, Tubbo was the first to comment. “Ranboo, that’s a bit of a weird name.” “Your name is literally Tubbo.” Ranboo responded. “Ranboob has a point there.” Tommy snickered. After that they spent a decent amount of time talking. It didn’t take long for them to get comfortable with Ranboo.

Then one day Ranboo offered to show them the backyard. “I dunno about this Ranbus.” Tubbo warned Ranboo. “Last time me and Tom were outside he attempted to ride a bird.” “And I’ll fucking do it again if you keep bringing it up!” Came the muffled voice of Tommy as he was inside a crisp bag gorging himself.

Ranboo chuckled at the two, they were honestly pretty cute when they bickered. “It’ll be fine Tubbo, you got me to keep you safe.” His voice softened, “You know, I could just carry you two there.” Tubbo looked up at his friend. They had discussed this idea many a time, Tommy was up for it, but Tubbo still was skeptical. He looked as if he were gonna refuse again, Ranboo was mid sigh when a Tubbo finally said “Ok, we’ll do it.”

Tubbo, while he was deathly afraid of being picked up, literally couldn’t feel fear when he saw Ranboo’s face light up like a light bulb. He didn’t have the heart to tell him that it was mostly Tommy who convinced him to do so. Tommy’s exact words were, “Tubbo, you let us ride in that bitch’s hand, or I’ll throw out your bee plushie I sewed for your birthday last year.” After getting Tommy out of the crisp bag, Ranboo placed his hand on the table palm first. He waited and nonchalantly looked around the room without staring at the two tinies on the ground.

Eventually he felt one pair of tiny feet clamber into his hand, and felt someone sit down. “C’mon Tubs.” Tommy called, and wordlessly, the second pair walked on too. “Woah.” Tubbo gasped as Ranboo felt as if he was unbalancing, but righted themselves. “Thanks Tom.” “No problem Bee Boy.”

Ranboo then asked if he could lift his hand and take them outside. “Yep! Take us away Boob boi!” Tommy shouted up at him patting his palm. Ranboo lifted his hand slowly and heard Tubbo gasp again, he walked over to the door as carefully as he could. In his Pam he felt one of them trace the lines of his palm, he opened the door with his other hand and they stepped outside.

After looking around the backyard, he set them down on a small table he had on the porch, while he sat down in a chair that he pulled next to the table. They just kinda stayed there like that, occasionally they’d talk, but they mostly just stared off into nature. Ranboo thought about what plants he should plant at the back.

Tubbo thought about how amazing the bees were that he could see near the flowers.

And Tommy thought about the smoke that he saw rising from their next door neighbors backyard. “What the fuck is that?”

Ranboo looked down at Tommy, and then looked in the direction the tiny pointed in and saw the smoke too. “Oh, it’s probably a barbecue.” “And what’s a barbecue?” Tubbo asked still staring at the bees. “It’s where you go outside and cook food, usually other people are there too who- it’s basically a social gathering.” He stammered out. “Cool.” Tubbo replied. “Wait, so can you go over there and tell them to shut the fuck up so that we can sleep?” Tommy asked, Ranboo thought about it, and decided that it was disturbing to Micheal, so he agreed.

After a bit longer he took the tinies back inside, fed Micheal who was in his crib, and headed over to their neighbors. It wasn’t a far walk. He reached their door and knocked…