#moth!tommy

He looked up to find Tubbo and Ranboo staring down at him. God, they really were giants now, weren’t they.

“There you go, little guy, sorry Jack kept you in a jar for so long.” Tubbo and Ranboo started to walk off, leaving Tommy confused for about half a second before he began struggling to keep up with them. He was far to tired to use his wings effectively however, so he opted for the next easiest solution of grabbing onto one of his friends before they could get to far from him.

He soon realized that maybe grabbing onto Ranboo’s tail was a poor decision.

Tommy was swung back and force rapidly, squeezing his eyes shut and letting out a string of curses and screams that of course he knew no one would hear as the world quickly shifted around him.

He struggled to hold onto the tail as the frigid air whipped around him, yet still gripped to it as if his life depended on it, which if he was being honest with himself, it probably did.

He only let himself relax slightly when the air around him became suddenly warmer and the wind in his ears became quieter. Though Tommy was definitely still being thrown from side to side on the tail, he forced himself to open his eyes.

Around him he saw Tubbo and Ranboo’s cabin about 100x bigger than it should have been. It would have been comforting that he was back indoors if it wasn’t so terrifying.

Before he could even fully process how insignificant his new size made him, he realized he was being lifted. No, Ranboo was going higher. Higher up the ladder that led to the building’s attic.

Ranboo came into the attic and was greeted by a small zombified pig-like child. He and started to dote on the child, and Tommy clung tighter to the tail in hopes Ranboo would soon leave the room so he could try to get his attention again.

Fate didn’t seem to be on Tommy’s side, though, as when Ranboo turned to leave the child noticed Tommy on his tail and grabbed him off.

Tommy yelled out as the child roughly grabbed him and began examining his new toy. Seeming happy with what he had found he began to play with Tommy, not being as careful as the moth hybrid would have liked. He was being grabbed to tightly to breath properly, he was being whipped around the small room faster than he had been thrown around on Ranboo’s tail, and the child even used his as a teething toy, bruising Tommy badly with his tusks. It stayed like this for hours as Tommy lost more and more hope that the kid would ever get bored of using him as a doll.

It wasn’t until they both heard a very familiar someone yell that it would get a lot worse for Tommy.

“Michael! Time for bed!” Tubbo yelled as he came through the trap door. Michael quickly re-adjusted Tommy in his hands to hide him behind his back as Tommy let out a sharp yell of pain. One of his wings has been forcefully folded over and was near the point of snapping off when Michael changed his grip at just the wrong angle.

“Michael, what do you have?” Michael shook his head and took a step back away from his dad.

“Michael, let me see what you have.” Tubbo said, giving the kid a stern look. Michael responded to this by quickly shoving Tommy in his mouth.

Tommy immediately began to panic, punching and kicking at the tongue and the teeth surrounding him, the fear of his situation sending adrenaline induced energy through him as he cried and screamed for anyone to help him.

Tubbo rushed over to his son, seeing him shove something in his mouth. Though he was extremely surprised that when he did finally get the young piglin’s mouth open, he found a moth, which had been flailing around in panic, but went limp as soon as it was fully out of Michael’s mouth and in his hands. And if he wasn’t mistaken, it was the same moth he had found in Jack’s room, the white fur and red tints on the antenna and wings hard to mistake.

Michael began crying once Tubbo took his chew toy though, and soon Ranboo was back up to the attic to try and calm the child down.

Tubbo walked back downstairs with the moth tucked against his chest as Ranboo tucked their son into bed, finally getting him to stop screaming. Tubbo walked over to a window, fully prepared to literally throw the moth out of it. He was genuinely irritated at this point. He didn’t know why the thing had followed him back after he had put it in the snow, nor did he know how, and at this point he couldn’t bring himself to question anything else. All this insect reminded him of at this point was another failed attempt to find his best friend, and finding his son chewing on it and possibly getting some weird moth disease from having a wild animal in his mouth just pushed him a bit over the edge.

He opened the window and held the moth in a flat hand over the snow where he planned to drop it, hoping the damn thing would get the hint to fly off first before he just threw it out of frustration.

That’s when he noticed the creature holding its wing, looking away from him. And actually looking at the creature, there seemed to be something wrong with it. When Tubbo held the moth a bit closer, he noticed a few more shocking things. One, the wing was damaged, as he had thought, but it was far worse than he gave it credit for being. It looked like it would give in and tear under any pressure, definitely to damaged to fly with. And two, it was crying. Like, actually crying. And though the moth still didn’t look up at him, Tubbo could hear the whimpers and short, labored breaths. He didn’t think that moths could cry.

He slowly pulled his hand back inside and sighed. There’s no way this thing would be able to survive with a broken wing in the wild. And it was his son’s fault the wing got broken in the first place.

He set the moth down on a nearby table and got it some hay (moths ate hay, right?), placing it near the insect as Tubbo laid his head on the table to get a better look at the creature.

It slowly turned to the food after it had stopped crying, and finally looked up at Tubbo, who was mere inches away from him.

Any thought process going through Tubbo’s head came to a halt when the moth made eye contact with him. It looked so...human. It’s face, body, expression, it all looked so human. How had he not seen it sooner? The young goat hybrid looked over the humanoid moth again, if only to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating, when his eyes landed back on the insects face. He looked scared, very scared, and very much portraying a human emotion on a very human looking face. And though he didn’t want to think about it, Tubbo couldn’t help but be reminded of the only other time he had seen anyone that scared. When he and Tommy had been facing down Dream, and being told to say their final goodbyes. It was a hard memory to think about, and he hated his brain for making that connection, trying to distract himself from the intrusive thought by looking back to the moth.

But as soon as he did, he began to piece together why he had made the connection. The moths facial features and expression, they reminded him so much of...they... it looked just like...

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The moths facial features and expression, they reminded him so much of...they... it looked just like...

“What the hell?”

Tommy heard Tubbo speak, but was in to much shock to comprehend it. He was hyperventilating as the hybrid seemed to observe him. He supposed some part of him should be relieved. After all, if Tubbo could tell Tommy looked weird, that would mean that Jack’s stupid potion didn’t do anything to affect how others saw him. But all he could see was a giant face and hands in his field of vision, teeth that could crush him and fingers as long as his wingspan that could smash him with no effort. The perimeters of Tommy’s vision blurred and darkened as the panic set on.

The giant fingers began to reach for him, and in a blind panic he pushed then away and stumbled back. “Get the fuck away, please stay bac-“

Tommy cut himself off, screaming in pain as he lost his balance and fell back on his injured wing. He quickly clamped his jaw shut to distract himself from the pain only to hear more screaming.

Confused, he looked up to see Tubbo across the room, paled and shaken.

“What the actual fuck...” the goat hybrid muttered, his breath support lost from screaming. “Did you just...did you just talk?!”

Tommy forgot about all of his pain for a second. He heard him, Tubbo heard him, Jack had been wrong, he could still be heard. Tommy jumped up, adrenaline pumping through him as he ran to the edge of the table, wing injury be damned, he was gonna talk, actually talk, to Tubbo.

He was finally gonna prove he was still human.

Tommy yelled out to Tubbo from the edge of the table as Tubbo looked on, terror eventually fading into confusion. Tommy continued to yell for what felt like hours but could logically only have been a few minutes before he noticed Tubbo had stopped moving. He stood still in the middle of the room, just a few feet away from the table, and just stared at Tommy. The moth hybrid eventually stopped yelling, the adrenaline wore off and the pain of his wing setting back in. If Tubbo had heard him, there’s no way he wouldn’t have said anything by now. So what went wrong? Why couldn’t he-

Tommy thoughts were frozen as Ranboo frantically scrambled down the ladder from the attic of the small cabin, looking extremely worried. “I heard a scream, are you alright Tubbo?”

“The moth just...It just talked, Boo, I swear, it fucking talked, and it... it sounded like him.” Tubbo stuttered, pointing at Tommy. Neither of them needed to clarify who the “him” was, there was only one “him” it could’ve been. The him who they’d been trying and failing to find for what seemed like forever. Ranboo looked at Tubbo for a second before heading over to the table, placing a hand on it and leaning slightly to look directly down at Tommy. Fuck, he forgot how tall Ranboo was normally, this just made it so much worse.

“So, can you talk...?” Ranboo asked questioningly. Tommy tried to get over himself as he started to yell to Ranboo as well. Tommy supposed if he were human, he would’ve looked like a madman, jumping around and screaming like his life depended on it. Still, though, Ranboo just laughed a bit at Tommy’s struggles as he looked back to Tubbo.

“Sorry Tubbo, I don’t hear anything. You should get to bed, maybe you’re hearing things. We’ve been looking for him for a while anyways, maybe your brain just wants to hear him badly enough that you think a moth can talk.”

Tommy’s heart shattered as he saw Ranboo turn away from him to continue talking to Ranboo, finally realizing who the “he” they meant was. Tubbo didn’t even know how close to finding Tommy he was. How didnt Ranboo hear him? Tubbo had heard him when he was at the desk? Why didn’t...

Height. Ranboo was taller than Tubbo. Tommy was small and Tubbo had been closer, so he heard him better. All Tommy had to do was get close enough. He immediately tried to fly up to one of their ears, but fell back down immediately. Fuck, right, the damaged wing. Tubbo seemed to notice his flailing though, as he cut Ranboo off mid sentence and pointed at Tommy.

“Aw, what happened to your wing, little guy?” Ranboo cooed at him. Fuck, Tommy hated this. When he got back to normal size he’d punch Ranboo for babying him.

“Michael got his hooves him for a bit, I think he’ll be fine, though. But it’s not like we can release him back into the wild with a busted wing, he’d be eaten pretty quick.” Tubbo replied, making Tommy let out a breath of relief. He at least got to stay in the warm house, he didn’t know what he’d do if he had to survive the mobs in the middle of the night. And Tubbo called him a “he” since the first time they saw him like this. He was so, so close to figuring it out-

Tommy’s train of thought was cut off as a cage slammed around him. He screamed and banged on the walls of the lantern that he had just been enclosed in as the enderman hybrid lifted it higher and hung it from a chain on the ceiling.

“There, that should keep it safe then. Michael can’t reach it here.” Ranboo said, turning to his platonic husband. “Just, please, promise me you’ll get some sleep.”

Tubbo just nodded and smiled slightly at Ranboo as he went upstairs, leaving Tubbo unknowingly alone with Tommy. Tommy pressed himself against the latern to better see Tubbo, who was looking back up at him.

Tubbo sighed. “I suppose we should get you something to eat then, huh? Jack probably wasn’t feeding you much, knowing him.” Tubbo rummaged around a nearby chest for a minute before realizing he didn’t know what moths ate, so he settled on picking up some hay and bread. He walked over to the lantern that held the moth and after struggling to get it off the chain (god why did he have to pick such a tall husband), he held close to his face again just to see if Ranboo was right. Maybe he was just going crazy. There’s no way that this random moth looks like Tommy...right?

But as he leaned close to the cage, he saw the same thing. A humanoid insect staring at him as it banged on the glass in front it...him? Tubbo wasn’t sure anymore. He opened the glass holding the moth-boy-whatever it was to place some food down for it as it suddenly jumped out.

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Tommy jumped out of the lantern, scrambling over Tubbo’s hand and landing on his shoulder as he cupped his hands around his mouth.

“TUBBO ITS ME IM HERE YOU’RE NOT CRAZY!!” He screamed into the goat hybrids ear, causing the giant to flinch at the sudden volume with no warning. Tommy was suddenly grabbed off the shoulder and pulled in front of Tubbo’s face, which looked back at him with a mixture of confusion and awe.

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‘There’s no way’, Tubbo thought. He had thought it sounded like him, even looked like him, but it couldn’t be him, could it? The moth seemed to go still once he grabbed him, maybe from shock, maybe waiting for some sort of response, Tubbo couldn’t tell. He looked the smal hybrid over again before speaking, barely above a whisper.

“...Tommy?”

The moth hybrid’s antennas perked and wings lifted, and Tubbo was close enough to see relief forming on his face and tears threatening to pour from his eyes;

“Hey big man.”

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Pt. 4!! I hope it was worth the wait!