What do you think would happen between sam & tommy if one of them shrunk and found the other ?
Well, in the situation Tommy shrunk and was found by Sam I'm pretty sure he'd just be pretty protective. Because of how some people are, the stuff under the cut is gonna be me talking about g/t with vore. Everything above the cut is just your normal g/t stuff, though the normal stuff does work with the vore stuff!
I'm kind of going off of the Awesamdad Au by Grimmijaggers on YT for some of this idea. âą~âą
Sam
Sam would definitely go into a Creeper mindset. He'd probably scoop Tommy up and hide him in his inventory or maybe tuck him away in a pocket, close to his heart.
They would both probably fight a lot, I know it's really out of character, but I think it fits. I'll explain in Tommy's sections.
In the situation Tommy is permanently small, Sam would probably get into the habit of holding him like a kitten. Kinda of scruffing him or holding him using something on his mask to just keep Tommy in his sight and somewhere easily accessible.
Sam would be a very soft giant, constantly worried about the small person with him and checking them over as often as he could. In the event they're hurt, Dream showing up, he would probably be harsh and growl to try and scare them away. I know Sam is, canonically, a bit selfish, and I'm not faulting the man for feeling like a victim, but he'd not be good at fighting. Just a head cannon, since he's so worried over needs and such.
He probably takes his mask off around Tommy, letting the teen see his face and stuff. He probably chitters and chirps to ground him when he's panicking or something, it was definitely a big help when the shrinking first happened-
Tommy
He would definitely burst into laughter at first. He's too much of a menace to take someone shrinking seriously. I know this contradicts my Trapped Dream Au but different situations >:(
I'd probably have raccoon!Tommy for this if I ever make it an au. So Tommy would totally hide Sam in his den and do his best to keep him comfortable. His instincts would either register him as a member of his nursery or a kit he needs to protect.
If anyone was to try and hurt Sam, he would definitely go feral, spitting, hissing and biting until he can either get away or scare the threat away. He is very protective of tiny Sam and will make sure anyone and everyone knows.
Tommy definitely chitters and chirps at Sam when he's being stubborn or something. He'd treat him like a child despite knowing full well he's an adult. I think, in a way, it would be a sense of pride for him. Feeling like he's in control, even if it is inherently bad and unhealthy.
On the fluffy side of things, he would definitely hold Sam with or cover him with his tail when he wants attention or to give some comfort. He'd end up being a good pillar for Sam to rely on when he needed someone or was having a bad shrink day? I don't know how to describe it but I think you get the idea.
Okie- noms from here folks!
Sam
Using the logic that he's a creeper, Sam would probably be pretty protective over small Tommy. Like, he'd be borderline possessive. Tommy would definitely curl up with cats to keep Sam from storing him when he's in trouble. Unorthodox but effective at keeping from time outs.
Sam would so be a very careful pred, he'd not want to hurt Tommy and probably hold his breath whenever they did noms, because his exhales hold thick smoke and heavy carbon. Think of it like his lungs are a working explosion, constantly burning the oxygen he pulls in to make the smoke and stuff he needs? It's weird but cool in my opinion.
Tommy definitely makes smoker jokes and constantly mocks Sam in a smoker voice. It's often the reason he gets nommed because he won't stop insisting Sam smokes 3 packs a day when he needs to be quiet.
At first, Tommy was very scared, like he would scream his lungs out and claw at Sam's storage until he was let out: levels of fear. Now he just squirms and will randomly be loud to scare Sam into thinking he's back when they first started doing this. Aka protective creeper go brrr.
Sam has a colored green storage and Tommy is constantly put off by it like- 'it shouldn't be that color!' and Sam just constantly reminds him that he's barely human and isn't gonna have human insides. Tommy still thinks he needs to fix it. He can't.
Tommy
Tommy took probably five minutes after Sam shrunk before he shoved him in his mouth because: instincts. Let me have this. He is the raccoon child for a reason.
Sam so freaked out and probably gave Tommy plenty of indigestion- probably let off an accidental explosion or two due to his panic. Let's just say Tommy had a scar in his stomach lining that Sam hasn't mentioned. Tommy finds out after having swallowed another shrunk person, probably Tubbo or Ranboo.
He loves teasing Sam, nipping and biting him all the time because it's his love language. Aka he wants to show Sam he cares and does it the only way he really knows- violence and noms. Noms too.
Using raccoons as reference, Tommy soaks Sam in water before he noms him, like Sam knows what's gonna happen when he's being held and Tommy pulls out a water bottle and a bowl.
Tommy spends the entire time Sam is in his storage, or stomach I haven't decided it should have the same conditions as Trapped Dream Au, purring and chittering to himself. He will poke and prod Sam until he's squirming around and stuff because he absolutely loves having the sensation!
If anyone has any other ideas or head cannons for this, send them as asks! I'd love to talk about this more ^^
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I do have a borrower manhunt au! Half written but y'know.
This one's where tiny Dream is on the run from five hunters (sap, goggs, bad, ant, Sam) who were paid to catch him after he escaped from a guy who was keeping him as a pet. Manhunt hijinks ensue, but eventually Dream gets caught. Then some bonding, but the hunters bring Dream back to the guy to get paid (with plans to break Dream out later) but they forget to tell Dream. Rip, angst.
here it is! i said itâd be today, so itâs done! 1 min before it becomes tomorrow!
minor thing, tho: this is extremely unedited. like, there are a lot of things i post that arenât edited fully, but i didnât even fully read this one in one sitting. but iâm not free again until this tuesday or wednesday, so iâm not gonna make you guys wait that long lol
basically itâs midnight and iâm way too fucking busy so iâm gonna post it and edit it when i have time to later in the week. if you wanna wait for the fully edited version, ignore this until i specify that I edited it. if you donât care, i hope you enjoy! this has been an on again off again thing for a few weeks and iâm so glad to finally have it like 95% done :)
tw: soft safe vore, unconventional vore ig?
âWe have to cut our losses here. We donât have enough to fund this any longer, and thereâs no one we can reach out to for more money. We canât risk this getting out.â âFine, I- I know, itâs justâŠthis is a breakthrough. We canât afford to give up now.â âWe wonât. We just need some time to get back on our feet is all. Besides, he knows what to do nowâŠâ the scientists turned their heads to the one way mirror they stood behind. A little boy, barely a teenager, sat behind it on his bed, his eyes glassy and unblinking, turned a glossy pearlescent white. Their project, practically their lifeâs work. Well, the container for it, anyway.
***
Wilbur heard the three scientists come into the room, and somehow registered one of them motion vaguely with their hand despite his eyes being effectively turned off, which meant they wanted him back in their world. Ugh. Still, he cut off his thoughts with his practically other half, eyes beginning to function again and the scientists approaching him as they saw his eyes shift back to the colors they were supposed to be.
âWilbur, what weâre going to tell you is very, very important, so you have to listen carefully. Itâs your life at stake if this goes wrong. And his.â The one in blue said, gesturing to Wilburâs torso. Well, that was certainly a way to get his attention. Wilbur didnât say a word, though; the green one didnât like it when he âsassed them,â so he instead scooted back and placed both arms protectively around himself and hisâŠwhat did they call him once, âcargoâ? He was sure he heard Green call him a âparasiteâ once, which was rude. Still, they must have noticed his panic, cause the orange one responded immediately. âItâll all be ok, things will just have to change for a minute here. YouâreâŠyoure not going to be able to stay here for a while.â âWhat?!â Wilbur said, unable to restrain himself. The green one went to speak up but was silenced by blue, who just whispered something about him being âscaredâ and how this was âprobably a lot to handle.â Yeah, no shit it was!
âI get this is a huge change, I do, but itâs necessary for now. We donât have the necessary resources to keep taking care of you here. We need to find a way to keep you safe and healthy, both of you. Youâll be staying somewhere secure while we find somewhere more reclusive to hide you. We donât want anyone finding out anything and putting the two of you in danger.â Orange said, sitting next to Wilbur and rubbing a thumb across his knuckles. Right. Right, he had a purpose. And if part of his purpose was to survive without his caretakers for a short while, he could do it. If it meant safety for his stowaway, he could do it.
âYou doin ok, bud?â Orange asked, and Wilbur nodded slightly. Orange was his favorite of the main three. He was always nice, and even gave him extra treats when he was behaving! âWhen do you think you can be ready to leave, Wil?â Green asked, crouching to be at level with where he sat. âWhenever you need me to be, sir.â Green smiled and ruffled his hair. Wil always tried to be extra good for Green. Itâs not like he didnât like him, itâs just that Green was more likely to yell at him if he messed up. âGood kid. Weâll leave tomorrow morning and introduce you to who youâll be staying with. Try to get some rest.â He said, smiling before leaving and leading the other two out with him.
***
âSam! Hey buddy!â Dream said, jumping out of the side of his van and running over to his old friend. âDream! Howâve you been?â âPretty good, you?â âDoin pretty good myself.â Sam replied, pulling Dream in for a hug. âSo, whoâs this kid you found?â âCalls himself Wilbur. We found him a few months ago, but weâre a bit short on money right now and canât handle another mouth to feed. He wonât stay here for long, promise, just till we find a more stable income.â Dream hated to lie to an old friend, but he couldnât afford his secret to be leaked. âIâm always lookin to help out, especially for a friend. Anything I need to know about him?â
âYeah, heâs a bit of an odd one, but thatâs what we love about him.â Dream chuckled, hoping his friend was still oblivious. âHe disassociates a lot. Like, constantly, and tends to get really upset if people try to mess with him when heâs like that. He also doesnât do a lot of physical activity. Bruises take longer to heal for him, he gets sore easily, and his immune system doesnât handle cuts well. Heâs not very talkative, and heâs got some weird scars all over him. We think the two are connected, but we donât know what this kid has been through.â Dream finished, and Sam nodded solemnly. Great, he was taking the bait. He was less likely to ask questions if he thought he was prying into the past of an abused child.
meanwhile, in the vanâŠ
âWe found you abandoned. Youâre just staying here until we get more stable jobs and can afford to feed you again. If he ever asks you about where you came from, you look away or change the subject as quickly as possible. You donât know why you disassociate. You donât know where the scars came from. Never do any of your caretaker necessities for him in front of Sam. He canât know. Got it?â âGot it. Heâll never know.â Blue nodded back. Orange had just kind of been pacing in the van as Blue gave him the rundown again. Green came back to the van with a hand out towards Wilbur, giving him a reassuring smile.
Wilbur was about to take the hand before his arm got tugged and he was pulled into a hug from behind. A gentle one, obviously no one wanted to risk damaging what was inside of him, but a hug all the same. He didnât get many of those. When the person pulled away he saw it was Orange, who was smiling proudly. âYouâre gonna be fine kid. We believe in you. Iâll miss you, ok?â Wilbur just smiled back and nodded. âIâll miss you, too. We both will.â He said before taking Dreams hand and walking outside with him.
***
It had been anâŠodd week with Wilbur in Samâs opinion. Firstly, heâd been way more interested in things like trees and grass than any normal child would be, but refused to touch them. He also spent 95% of his time in the guest bedroom with the door locked, never making a sound. Who knows, maybe the kid just liked to sleep. He refused to play any sort of physical game, like Dream had warned him, but he seemed overly cautious of anything that could hurt him. But he wouldnât pry, that wasnât his job. His job was to take care of the kid until Dream, George, and Sapnap could take him back. Right?
Thatâs what he was supposed to do, but somehow, against all logicâŠhe knew this kid. The giant brown eyes, the curly brown hair, his face shape, it was all so familiar. But why?
Until it hit him.
Heâd woken up in a cold sweat, immediately racing to his computer to see if he was right. And his suspicions were confirmed, against all odds. There, on his friends facebook page, was a photo of him and his young son. His young son who was Wilburâs age. His young son who used to have an identical twin brother who went missing when he was just a few years old.
Sam knew Wilburâs face because Wil wasnât the only person he knew with that face.
Sam wasted no time calling. He mustâve called 12 times before someone answered, which was fair given the ungodly hour, but this was urgent. âWhat the fuck, SamâŠâ and groggy voice answered. âMate, itâs, like, 4 in the morning, what could possibly be this important-â
âPhil, I think I found your son.â
***
Breakfast was different the next morning. Wilbur walked downstairs only to see two strangers sitting at Samâs table, one an adult and one a child around his age. The adult looked about as old as Sam, which was to say a bit older than his scientists. He had blonde hair and kind blue eyes, and was wearing a dark green sweater jacket over a white button up. The other had long pick hair pulled back into a loose messy braid and glasses almost reminding Wil of his own except square instead of circular. He wore a simple pink hoodie and dirtied jeans and surprisingly clean white sneakers, but he must have been staring, cause soon the kid looked over to him and-
Wilburâs breath froze.
WhyâŠwhy did this kid have his face?
At this point, the man had looked over to, and immediately shot up from where he was sitting, knocking over the chair he was sitting on in the process and making Wilbur flinch. âOrpheus?â Wilbur stared blankly for a few moments before the man rushed him, barely giving him time to react before he was pulled into a hug.
Not a gentle one like Orange knew to give. Not one given by someone that knew why so few people were even allowed to touch him. A lung crushing, tight hug that was unbelievably painful after so much time with such infrequent gentle touching. He rarely found his mind drifting back to his the feeling of cargo in him, given that heâd lived most of his life with him and had gotten used to the odd sensations, but now it was impossible to ignore. Everything in him, everything that had been worked on so diligently, everything that had been removed and replaced and rearranged to make him perfect for his purpose, and his stowaway inside were being crushed. His purpose, the thing heâd been raised to protect, his only true constant in his life, was being crushed. It was the most horrifying downpour of fear heâd ever felt.
Wilbur screamed.
He screamed bloody murder as the adult let go and backed away, eyes wide. Wilbur vaguely noticed that both the strangers were crying, but he didnât care. Wilbur only stopped screaming once his air was gone and now replaced by jagged breathing and spasms in his lungs. He felt like he was about to collapse as his vision darkened and his limbs began shaking. He needed to know if he was ok. If he wasnât, Wilbur would never forgive himself. He needed to know.
âKiddo, I need you to take deep breaths, ok, I think youâre having a panic a-â âStay the hell away from me! All of you!!â Wilbur screamed, voice hoarse as he smacked Samâs hand away and ran up to his guest room and locked the door. He sat on the bed with a thud and tried to stop his shaking, but couldnât spare much time for that since he had to make sure his cargo was still ok. He needed him to be ok. God, he was still just a kid, even younger than Wilbur. He canât have let him get hurt.
He tried to take deep breaths and reached his mind out to some foreign instinct he knew. He wasnât sure what it was, or how it came so easily, but it was such a central part of his brain that he could find it with ease. The second he got close to it, his whole body relaxed involuntarily. He hadnât done that, which only meantâŠ
âOh, Tommy, thank god.â Wilbur sighed out loud, though the rest was said just to Tommy in the special way only they could communicate. He felt Tommy slow his heart rate more as he felt like he was being sucked away from his body into a void that words couldnât possibly describe. âWilbur!â a voiced called out. It hadnât come from anywhere, just everywhere, like Wilburâs did when he was here. Wherever âhereâ was. He didnât really know. It wasnât like a darkness or white area, it was justâŠnothing. Not a nothingness that couldnât be seen, but felt. Devoid of anything that could make it describable. Wilbur liked to joke that it was the emptiness in Tommyâs brain. âWhat was all that outside? You know iâve got se-â âSensitive hearing, I know. I was being loud. Sorry.â
Wilbur could basically see Tommy huff and roll his eyes, despite the fact that heâd never seen Tommy at all. He knew every detail of his little brother friend, and Tommy knew every detail of Wilbur. Despite neither of them being able to see in their respective nothings, somehow they could sense every âmoveâ (aka the movement they imagined themselves making since they didnât have bodies in the nothingness) the other made in the void. Also Tommy can sometimes see through Wilâs eyes to look at reflections, but he rarely does that. Green doesnât like when he does that.
Still though, he knew Tommy. He may not know what he looks like perfectly, but he knew Tommy. In an odd sense, he knew his details, but never what he truly looked like. He could list the facts of how Tommy was, but he had a feeling of deja vu whenever he tried to imagine a face or any detailed image of his body. He never could, he just knew the facts, like heâd seen Tommy but the detailed image in his brain had been removed and blurred beyond recognition. It seemed kind of unfair to him, given that Tommy knew exactly what he looked like because of the shared vision things and mirrors existing.
Still, though, he knew the pale white-blue of his skin the bright blonde of his hair and otherworldly accents. The shining, almost glowing iridescence of his eyes and the strange markings found on his body. He was mostly humanoid, which had initially shocked Wilbur and the scientists. Orange had warned him once that since they had no idea what Tommy was, something inhuman and vicious could easily rip through him. It scared him a little, but at that point heâd seen Tommyâs egg once and had grown monumentally attached, lethal beast creature or not. But Tommy was humanoid, except for one thing; he didnât have legs. Rather, he had a long predominately red scaly tail like a snake.
When Wilbur was first getting used to Tommyâs being in there, the hardest thing to deal with was one: the odd feeling of scales against his sensitive organs and two: Tommy was almost always cold. How he could stay shockingly chilly in almost 100° Wilbur didnât know, but thatâs probably a big factor on why Tommy couldnât be in open air; heâd freeze to death. Or his aversion to any form of light (maybe that was an understatement: a dim lamp 2 rooms over could kill him). But besides that, his unnatural colors, and a few other random snake-like features, Tommy was far from the horrific deep space lovecraftian monster he or the scientists were expecting. He was more just a little person who also happened to be a snake from space. No biggie.
âI- I donât know what happened down there. ThereâsâŠthereâs these two people, and one looks exactly like me and the other called me the wrong name and rushed to hug me and I panicked cause I thought he hurt you. Youâre not hurt, are you?â âIâm right as rain, mr. human man. Iâm sturdier than you think. Er, well, youâre sturdy and Iâm in here so yeah Iâm good.â Tommy responded, letting out an unearthly mix of a rumble and a hiss as he did. Wilbur liked Tommyâs weird alien noises, it comforted him. He sighed. âStill, I shouldâve been more careful-â
âNo you shouldnât have! Stop bein a..a uhâŠâ he paused for a minute to mumble a series of his weird Tommy noises before starting again. âwhatâs the english word for someone who takes blame for no reason and thinks that they need to solve every problem ever cause somehow everything is their fault?â âI think youâre talking about a martyr complex.â âStop haveân a martyn complex!â Tommy yelled back, making Wilbur laugh. He pressed a hand against where he felt Tommy within himself, in one of the open areas that had been cleared just for him. Tommy pressed back and started to purr, a common reflex for him when he was happy, excited, or just needed to comfort Wilbur.
Even if Wilburâs and Tommyâs consciouses were in the nothingness, they could still feel their bodyâs and move a little bit, even if it was more difficult than when they were awake. Wilbur liked to think of it as the same type of gesture that his scientists would do when they rubbed his hair or gave him a side hug, something he would love to try but could never do with Tommy. He thought Tommy deserved to have his hair played with or to be hugged, but it could never happen. But the pressing in, the only amount of intentional contact theyâve ever had and could ever have, worked just fine as a replacement. Something comforting and quick to show he cared. Of course, Tommy knew he cared, theyâve lived together (well, one within the other, but same difference) for most of Wilburâs life and all of Tommyâs.
âStill, thoughâŠi donât know what to do. Sam hasnât had anyone else over, i donât know what theyâre doing here.â âIâd say good old fashion spying, then. See if you can get closer and make out what theyâre saying.â âGood idea-â Wilbur said, beginning to break off the connection before Tommy shouted out. âWait! Arenât you gonna let me see?â Wilbur rolled his eyes and somehow, in a way he couldnt describe, let Tommyâs weird telekinetic force into his mind. He opened his eyes and he was back in his room, the nothingness vanished and his body back in his full control. He looked to his mirror and sure enough, the shiny white gloss that overtook his eyes when talking to Tommy had confined itself to just Wilburâs pupils. Heâd given Tommy access.
âThere, is that better?â Wilbur asked quietly, unable to respond telepathically when not in his weird zoned out state. The lack of that void didnât seem to pose an issue for Tommy, though, as Wilbur heard an enthusiastic âYup!â mixed with a few alien chirps echo through his mind as a response. Wil nodded to his reflection (and Tommy by proxy) and went to the stairs. He probably didnât need to go down, he just needed to be able to hear them.
***
Ok that was, in hindsight, a bad decision.
ââDad?!â I have a dad!? And a brother!?!â Wilbur whisper yelled, pacing back and forth across his room. With Sam and the now-not-so-much-strangers still talking in their kitchen, he figured itâd be safe to talk outside of the mind void. Tommy, meanwhile, laid himself against the front of Wilburâs storage, rubbing circles into the walls to try and calm him down. âMaybe thatâs not so horrible! I mean, youâre not an orphan! Thatâs normally a good thing, right?â Tommy said skeptically.
âMaybe it would have been 9 years ago! But now I have you!â Wilbur said, stopping to sit on his bed and pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes. âI donât know them. I donât remember them at all; youâd think if they were a good family to me Iâd at least recall that they existed. But I donât. How could I ever trust them with knowing about you?â âIâŠI donât know. ButâŠyou have a dad, Wil! And a brother! Thatâs not something you can just ignore! Neither of us know what itâs really like to have a family, maybeâŠyou could learn for the both of us?â
Wilbur sighed. He knew Tommy was right. And theyâd both wondered where their families were; if they missed their sons, if they even wanted to give them up in the first place, what ever happened to them. Wilbur always felt awful because Tommy would likely never know. The odds that his parents were even still alive were slim, and itâs not like he ended up on earth with very specific instructions on how to take care of him by accident. But Wilbur had never thought his family could show up, either, yet here they were.
âWhat do we do about the trio?â âYou know how I feel about them. Letâs see if those two are any better.â To be fair, Wil did know how Tommy felt about them; he didnât like them at all. Tom didnât like the tests they ran on him, he didnât like what they put Wil through in order to do tests on him, he didnât like how they treated his big brother caretaker as the less important one in their experiments, and he didnât like how damn nosy they were. That part even bugged Wilbur. How the hell did they expect Tommy to be able to explain so much about what he was? Heâd never met anyone like himself either, heâd been hatched on earth!
âWell, at least we know them. Theyâre predictable, and we know they have our best intentions at heart. Our. They know how to help the both of us and I- I donât know if I can do all this alone.â âWilbur you havenât been alone since the day I was born. Youâre not gonna start now.â
âWhat if something happens to you and I donât know how to fix it? Itâs my job to make sure nothing bad happens to you. I couldnât live with myself if I let myself get caught up in some familial adventure and you ended up getting hurt because of it.â âI get it but donât you think thatâs unfair?â Wilbur paused. âWh..what do you mean âunfairâ?â âWeâre kids. Youâre a kid. It sucks for you that Iâm your responsibility, itâs unfair that you gave up your childhood to keep me safe. But you can get it back, some of it, at least. JustâŠsee if this can work out. If not for you, then for me. I hate seeing you put yourself on the back burner like this, Wil, I hate it. I canât stand that iâm the reason you canât have friends or play or be a kid. But this could change that. If it canât, weâll go to whatever lab the trio puts us in next. Iâm sure theyâll be sooo thrilled that youâve met your family.â
âTommy donât say those things about yourself.â Wilbur said, hugging his arms around himself. âI chose to take care of you, and Iâve never regretted it. Not for a second. Youâre worth everything I willingly gave up, ok?â He heard a disgruntled noise in response. âFine, weâll come back to this conversation later. For nowâŠok. Iâll..Iâll give them a shot-â He heard Tommy cheer with a mix of wooing and trilling that he made when he was excited â-but Sam obviously knows the trio, so iâm sure heâll tell them about my family at some point if he hasnât already.â âI figured, but what are they gonna do? They canât take you if you want to stay.â âEmphasis on if I want to stay, remember?â âGot it, bossman.â
âWilbur?â He heard a voice outside call while knocking before the door opened a crack. âWere youâŠtalking to someone..?â Sam said, poking his head in through the gap a bit. âUh, no, I just..uh..kinda talk to myself sometimes. But Iâm, uh, Iâm sorry.â Wilbur said, trying to move past his previous conversation as quickly as possible. The less Sam questioned why he was talking to an empty room, the better. âI shouldnât have freaked out like that, I justâŠdonât like being touched.â Not exactly true, but if it would keep the blonde guy and his clone from touching him it could be the truth for a while. Sam just solemnly nodded. âIâm sorry, I told him about you and how you were just kinda found with no memories, butâŠI donât think he believed that your amnesia was as bad as I told him it was. I donât think it hit him that you really didnât know him until you ran offâŠWil, heâs-â âHeâs my dad, apparently. I was eavesdropping, i heard you talking downstairs.â Sam stared wide eyed for a second before he nodded solemnly.
âI know this must be a lot. Iâm sorry if I made you uncomfortable by calling them here, you obviously didnât expect to meet your long lost family while you stayed for the month. ButâŠIâve been friends with Phil for a while. Thatâs the blonde guy, by the way. HeâŠhe didnât take losing you well. I was there for him when he and Techno were grieving and it..it was horrible. They were so broken.â Sam said, eyes beginning to shine from unshed tears. âI can ask them to leave if you want, I understand if-â âI donât want them to go.â Wilbur interrupted, almost mad at himself that heâd let Tommy talk him into this. âI want to meet them. I want to see what theyâre like again.â
âReally? I mean, you can, but I just thought-â âIâve made up my mind. Can I meet them again?â âY-yeah, yeah, absolutely.â Sam said, leading Wilbur out the doors down the stairs. He heard Tommy make a few more excited chirps before he started purring again. Like always, it put Wilbur at ease a bit. He followed close behind Sam down the stairs and back to the kitchen, where he saw the pink haired boy leaned over the blonde guy, who was sitting at the table with his head on his folded arms. The pink haired boyâs head snapped up from where heâd been comforting his father as Sam and Wilbur re-entered the room, eyes narrowing at Wilbur like he was a rabid animal. In the awkward silence, Phil looked up, and it almost pained Wilbur too see his red cheeks and puffy eyes. He really hadnât meant to hurt the guys feelings, he just panicked. They all stared at each other for a moment before Wilbur realized that they were probably waiting for him to speak up. Great.
âUhâŠIâm sorry for screaming at you, Mr. Phil. I donât do well withâŠsurprise contact. You just scared me, is all.â The man just continued to stare back at Wilbur for a moment. âYouâŠyou really donât remember me, do you, Orpheus?â Wilbur looked back and took a deep breath. This may have been for Tommy, but he had to stand his ground here. âIâm going to say this once, and only once cause I donât think you can handle hearing it a second time, ok? You think you can handle this?â Phil looked a bit confused at the annoyed tone but nodded, prompting Wil to continue. âGood, cause here it is: I donât know who Orpheus is. I donât know who he was. All I know is heâs not me. Maybe he was, but not anymore. So maybe your grieving wasnât in vain: because he is in fact very much dead.â
Wilbur paused as Philâs face fell and tears started to run down his face again. Even the pink haired boy had started crying. He tried to ignore it. âMy name is Wilbur. If you want to know me, not Orpheus, me, IâŠIâm willing to try to connect with you again. I donât mean to be heartless but I need you to understand that if you want me back, there will be no prior standards for me. I wonât try to change how I am now to be the person I used to be for your amusement, because frankly? I couldnât give less of a shit about what you want, because I donât know fuck all about either of you. If you came here to find the son you lost, Iâd suggest leaving. Any questions?â
Shocked silence filled the room. Phil stood silent and still as tears poured down his face, his clone even started to cry when he saw Phil crying, and Sam looked like heâd just watched a bomb go off. Wilbur just stood at the center waiting for something to change. For Sam to send him to his room, for Phil to break down even worse or for him and his son to deem Wilbur too different and abandon him (again), but nothing was happening. âWay to sugarcoat it, Wil.â quietly played in his head, as if Tommy was afraid heâd somehow interrupt the group despite them not being able to hear him. Heâd elbow himself in the gut later, thatâd probably look really weird if he did it now.
ââŠDo you want to come home with us?â Phil said after a few minutes, shocking Wilbur. âDo you want me to?â Phil just nodded and wiped a few more tears from
his face. âEven if you donât remember us, youâre still my son. You always will be. Iâve missed you so, so much Wilbur.â He said, kneeling to be at eye level. Wilbur just sighed. âOk, thenâŠletâs go home, I guess. I didnât come here with much, I can just go with you now?â âReally?â Phil said, surprised but seemingly excited. âOh, o-ok then! I thought youâd want a few days but, uh, sure! As long as Sam is ok with that?â
âOh yeah, Sam!â Wilbur interrupted, turning to face the man whoâd just kind of been standing silently, clearly unsure of what to do in the situation. âI need you to tell my guardians what happened. Theyâll
probably understand, but theyâll also want to meet my long lost family
since they raised me and all.â âMore like interrogate them and possibly file a restraining order so they can never take us again, but same difference I guess.â Tommy chimed in unhelpfully. Wilbur ignored him. âGive them Philâs address asap so they know where to find me. Also give me their phone numbers, i donât remember them.â âWait, guardians?â Phil chimed in, lightly tapping Wilbur on the shoulder with a concerned look. âYou have legal guardians?â
âThree college aged guys, yeah. But I wouldnât say legal,â Wilbur explained, âthey just kind of took me in when I was lost without my memories. They tried to find you for a few years but gave up after a while. I couldnât really give them any info to go off of.â âOhâŠdo they treat you well?â âYes.â âNo.â Wilbur and Tommy said at the same time, though obviously only one was heard. âThatâsâŠthatâs good, i guess.â Phil said quietly, then it was back to the awkward silence. Godammit, Wilbur hated silence. Was it gonna be like this all the time with Phil?
âWell then, letâs get a move on.â Said the pink haired boy who Wilbur had only remembered was in the room when he spoke up. Heâd been pretty silent, but at least his tears had dried. That was better than Phil was doing. âAnd you are?â Wilbur asked. âTechnoblade, but most people call me Techno.â he said, holding a hand out. Wilbur just stared trying to figure out why he was doing that. Was it a high five? Sometimes orange would give him a high five when he did a good job testing, but why was he doing it sideways?
Wilbur smacked his hand quickly and pulled away, smiling awkwardly. Techno just lowered his hand and stared. Shit, he was wrong about the high five, wasnât he?âOkâŠâ Techno said, âweâre gonna have to re-teach you some stuff, arenât we?â âUuuhhhâŠmaybe.â Wilbur said quietly as he heard Tommy laugh at him. Asshole.
Wilbur made his way to their car after grabbing his bag and saying goodbye to Sam. The packed into the car, and Wilbur was met with the silence again. Phil seemedâŠweary of him, to put it best. Like he was dam one bad storm away from breaking. Techno seemed more disinterested in him, just playing on a phone as Phil started to drive, never looking up at him. Well, he wasnât going to be the one to break the silence this time. He didnât want to talk to them anyway.
Instead, he let himself fall into his nothingness, connecting with Tommy on the other side. âWell that went great!â Tommy said sarcastically. âI stood my ground.â Wilbur shot back. âI donât want to be treated like some lost broken kid. Iâm 13. I know what Iâm doing.â âWell, I like them. They seem nice!â Wilbur wasnât sure how to respond. Sure, Phil seemed like he wanted to care about him. Techno seemedâŠwilling, at least, even if he was a bit nonchalant. But could he trust these people? They were the people who abandoned him and left him to almost starve to death in the woods as a toddler. That wasnât exactly something a loving family would do, but they seemed happy to see him alive. Was it a mistake? How could they have fucked up badly enough that he got amnesia and almost died at the ripe age of 4?
But Tommy seemed so excited. As much as the scientists always tried to make sure it didnât happen, Wilbur loved Tommy. He really was like a little brother, theyâd grown up together. Theyâd both always been told that it would be for the best that they didnât make that kind of connection in case something where to go wrong, but who else did they have? Tommy was family to him, and damn if he wouldnât do anything to make the little boy happy. He sighed. âYeah, wellâŠletâs hope so.â
Yeah, this is a rewrite of that shitty pred!tommy fic that I wrote a while back.
Anyways, this fic contains soft, safe vore, mentioned fatal vore(don't worry nobody dies in this), angst, and vague threats. Don't like, don't read.
Also, THIS IS ABOUT THE CANON CHARACTERS, NOT THE CREATORS
For those of you who can't tell the difference, canon Dream, or c!Dream, is the one who was tortured in a prison. Content creator Dream, or cc!Dream, is the one who does 3v1 Minecraft manhunt rematches every other day.
You scrambled through the forest as Sam chased after you, rain pitter-pattering on the muddy ground.
"Just stop running already! Quackity and I just want to talk!" You knew damn well Sam was lying. If he 'just wanted to talk', then he wouldn't have his trident out.
The event was clear in your mind. You owned a home near Quackity's casino in Las Nevadas, and Quackity had called you, asking you to come to his office one last time to have a 'friendly chat.'
He then threw a weird, cyan splash potion that shrank you to a fraction of your height and ordered Sam to kill you.
You couldn't outrun Sam. You knew you couldn't. He was far faster than you could ever be.
But that didn't mean he was smarter.
Well, he probably was smarter, but he relied on some sort of thermal vision to find keep track of where you were going. He was never much of a tracker, so he had to be tracking something that wasn't scent, since the gas mask would throw that off. Your eyes darted around the forest floor, desperately looking for something you could throw at him or something. You then spotted a puddle of mud.
I saw a guy do this in a toothpaste ad once, you thought to yourself as you covered yourself in mud. You grimaced at its weird texture as it partially dried, but it was either that or getting caught by Sam.
Sam slowed to a stop near you, looking around and sniffing the air. Eventually, he walked right past you, continuing his search. You breathed a sigh of relief once he was out of earshot, but then you heard footsteps. Loud footsteps. And... crying?
Suddenly, Tommyinnit burst through some nearby foliage. From what you'd heard, Dream was messing with Tommy while he was in exile. By the looks of it, Dream had taken things too far.
Unlike Sam, who relied on thermal vison to see you, Tommy spotted you almost immediately.
"Reader? Is that you? What are you doing here?"
"I- long story."
Suddenly, you heard paws impacting against the muddy ground. Sam was coming back. He'd probably heard you and Tommy talking. Tommy could tell from the fear in your eyes that you needed to hide.
Tommy went through his options in his head. He could shove you in his pocket and run, but Sam would hear him. He could put you in his hoodie pocket, but Sam would hear him and his favorite hoodie would be ruined. There was only one more option, but you wouldn't like it.
"Reader, I have an idea on how we can get out of here, but you need to trust me."
"Okay. What's the plan?"
"There's no time to explain. You're completely sure that you trust me?"
"Yes! Now hurry up!"
Tommy grabbed you with both hands, and you immediately regretted telling him to hurry up. He haphazardly shoved you in his mouth, licking the mud off your clothes and face as you tried not to scream, desperately hoping he wasn't going to do what you thought he was.
Those hopes were immediately crushed as his tongue guided you to the back of his mouth and towards his throat, you bit your tongue until it bled to keep yourself from screaming.
You slid down his esophagus and into his stomach with a wet plop. There, you cried as quietly as you could, hearing Tommy talk to Sam.
"Tommy, have you seen Reader anywhere? I was just looking for them."
"Nope. Sorry, big man."
Sam sighed, then walked away. Tommy tried to find a spot next to the tree that wasn't muddy. He sat down, resting one hand on his stomach.
"Alright, so I've got a bit of explaining to do."
"No shit, sherlock! What made you think that was a good idea?!"
"I dunno, man! I was just..."
Tommy sighed. He didn't really have a good answer. He just knew it would be safe somehow. Neither of you really cared how.
Tommy sat under the tree, purring as he started to doze off...
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Through the cracks in your walls, Iâll find a home.
(Yes Iâm hyper fixated on found family aus shhhhh)
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Rhis is fic A! I'm working so hard on C and honestly needed a break, sorry ;-;
George was so tired, he never sat down long enough to take a break, but he had nearly been caught yesterday by the bean named Quackity. A f***ing child. That wouldnâtâve been good.
Instead of taking a nap, he was climbing down his rope from the top cabinet where his home was. And he was so tired. But he needed food.
Unfortunately, his hands slipped, and his legs ended up being his primary source of gripping, until the rope flipped around him, and wrapped him up tightly. Upside down. George could barely move his hands, as he tried to get himself free, but he couldnât move. He couldnât even bend his legs.
He just gave in, too tired to do anything more. He let himself fall asleep, which may not be too smart, but he really wasnât thinking.
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George frowned as his eyes fluttered open. He didnât expect this- oh f*** his head hurt. He gasped as his limbs moved, not expecting this.
âYouâre awake!â No, no f*** this was the stupid child from earlier. S***.
âCome on, I want to show you to Dad! Maybe heâd let me keep you!â No, f*** no! He tried his best to fight the hand that approached him, unfortunately it was useless.
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âDonât touch me you f***ing a**hole.â George spoke, staring into the eyes of Quackity. âGeorge! Watch your language!â He heard Ponk shout from another room. âYeah George, watch your language.â The teen taunted. âF*** you.â He spoke as he turned and walked away.
âGeorge, dinnerâs almost ready. Donât go to your room.â Sam spoke sturnly. He sighed, flopping down in defeat. âAnd Quackity, donât touch him unless he wants it.â George turned his head to stick his tongue out at the human.
There was a knock at the door, and Quackity ran to answer it. âHey Quackity, is George here?â âDream!â George cheered. âGeorge, why is Dream here?â He watched as Ponk walked out. George ran across the railings of the house, slowly making his way towards Dream.
âWeâre going out tonight.â âWhere? Why? Why didnât you tell us?!â âRelax itâs just a restuarant. And Dream was persistant in taking me when I told him Iâd never been to a restuarant.â
âDonât you think thereâs a reason for that?!â âBye!â George waved once Dream had him in his hands and began walking out the door per Georgeâs instructions. âGEORGE?!â
Thanks a lot for the Cookie! Now let me give ya the scoop! And introduce you to our cast!
TinyHunt Au cast:
Dream: A calculating and mischievous borrower, equipped with a Attack On Titan style grappling hook! First shows up in Chap. 1.
George: A fairly incompetent human who moves into the house Dreamâs living in. Too easy for Dream to prank. First shows up in Chap. 1.
Sapnap: A bit more competent than George, but his and Georgeâs constant bickering makes them easy targets for Dreamâs pranks. Mentioned in Chap. 1, and appears first in Chap. 2. (At least thatâs the current plan)
Badboyhalo: Average competence, which would be leagues above Georgeâs and Sapnapâs. If he werenât so nice. His approach with Dream is more peaceful, and thanks to Skeppy, knows how to deal with irritation. (Not to say that he doesnât get irritated :) ) First appears in Chap. 3. (At least thatâs the plan)
Antfrost: A cat that Badboyhalo owns, comes to live with George for a bit. Despite being a Cat, they are the least competent when it comes to Dream. Appears first in Chap. 3 alongside Bad.
Awsamdude: An exterminator friend of Badâs, Dream has some trouble with him. Dream has encountered him before and even escaped from his house, titled by borrowers as âPandoraâs Vaultâ.