#tom weaver

"We're wasting our time, can't we go without him?" Tim complained. "I get Lillian wants everyone there but what if he doesn't even want to go?" Before anyone could reply, the woman walked back in the living room. She was quite pretty, had long blonde hair, blue eyes. She was also very pregnant. She seemed way too good for Benny. "I'm just waiting for the water to boil." She explained. "So, what do you want with Benjamin?" "Well, we don't know if the one you know is our brother, do you mind describing him?" Caleb said. The lady thought for a moment. "Lets see... He's a bit on the bigger side I suppose, has brown hair, his teeth are a bit crooked, and his spelling is... mediocre to say the least." She told them. "Yep, that's Benny." Tom sighed in relief. "Benny? That's what you call him? That's cute. What did you want with him anyways? He's at work at the moment, but he should return soon enough." She asked. It's our little sister's birthday. She wanted all of us there, him included." Tom explained. "I see. I never got your name? May I ask what your names are?" She asked. "My name is Caleb. These are my twin brothers Tim and Tom." Caleb said, pointing at his brothers. She nodded. "My name is Violet Ashford. It's a pleasure to meet you." She said. "Is papa home?" A small voice shouted from the hall. A small head poked its head out, revealing a small boy. He looked to be about 4-5 years old. Violet sighed. "Not yet, he'll be home soon." The boy skipped over to a seat, he reminded Tim of Lillian back when they were all only children. "I find it odd I've never heard of you. Any particular reason why he never mentioned you?" Violet asked. Caleb shook his head. "We never really got along as kids, I'm not sure why." "Probably because he was piety piece of shit who cared more about what mother thought than a relationship with his siblings." Tim shouted. It stayed silent for a moment other than the whimpering of the little boy. "I-I'm so sorry." Tim stuttered. "Was he really that bad?" Violet asked quietly. "Not exactly." Tom said. "He just... was distant. Didn't protect us as much as he wanted to." "What do you mean?" "Well, he wanted to do more, to stop our mother from hurting us, but he didn't. Sometimes we forget we're all the victims here." Tom explained, chuckling lightly, trying to defuse the awkwardness. "How's he like with you?" Tim asked Violet. "He's kind, quiet. Honestly it doesn't seem like he'd hurt anyone." She said. "He didn't exactly hurt us, just was so paranoid, I don't even know why." Caleb said. "Ben was probably scared of butterflies." Tim joked. "I love butterflies." The boy yelled. "Leland." Violet sighed. "So sorry about Leland, he's a very social boy." "That's alright, I know a lot of people who are like that." "I'm home." A voiced yelled through the house. It was obvious who it was. Benny walked in the living room, but his smiled faded as soon as he saw the guests. Benny cleared his throat. "Hello." He greeted. "Hi papa!" Leland waved. Benny waved back. "What are you doing here?" He asked. "We'd like to talk to you." Tom told him. Benny sighed. "Must we have to?" He complained. "God forbid you talk to your own family." Tim groaned. "Do you need to talk like that?" He pointed at Leland. "My son is right there." Caleb stood up. "We don't have to make this an argument. Can't we just have a normal conversation like civilized people?" He shouted. "Fine." Benny said. "But make it quick." He sat down. "We got a lot to talk about, don't we?" Benny said. "Yes." Caleb said. "Yes we do." "We really do." Tom added.

The drive was long. Apparently the twins didn't know Benny's whereabouts either, so they were pretty much screwed. "We can ask around?" Tom suggested. "We don't even know if he's in the state, let alone the town." Tim said. Caleb pulled into his driveway and got out. Tim and eventually Tom followed. "Can't we just go without him? Benny never really cared much for us anyways." Tim said. "No way. Lillian wants all of us there, so everyone's coming." Caleb told him. "Well what do you suggest?" Tim asked. "We do what Tom said, we ask around." Caleb said. He turned around and walked away. "That's take hours. We don't have that kind of time." Tim whined. "It's only 12:30. If you don't wanna help then don't." Caleb said stern. He was doing this no matter what. Tim didn't follow him, just kept yelling for a bit until he realized that Caleb wasn't going to turn back around. Tom caught up to Caleb. They asked around, but nobody had a clue who Benny even was. "It's been like what, 2 hours? Nobody has a clue where he is." Tom sighed. Caleb sat down at a curb. "Maybe we should just give up, I failed Lillian." Caleb said, gloomy. Before Tom could say anything, he heard shouting, It was Tim. "I got something!" He shouted, before stopping right in front of them, he was holding a piece of paper. "What?" Caleb asked. "I got bored of just sitting there so I decided to help ask around myself. I found some banker, he said he recognized the name Benny, but couldn't remember where from, but he knew the town. We could check it out." Tim explained. "Hold on, how do we know if it's the right one? There's probably a bunch of people with that name." Caleb questioned. "Got any better ideas?" Tim said. "I guess not. What's the town?" "Klaus Lane. It's odd since it isn't a Lane, it's a town. Misleading but that's not important." The trio began to head back the house, but not before asking somebody the time, 2:46. They still had time. They all once again crumpled inside Caleb's car and began to drive. They drove for a while, catching up on life, talking about how life's been, until they finally arrived at Klaus Lane. They parked somewhere random and got out. "Hello." Caleb said to a local. "Do you by any chance know a Benjamin Weaver?" "I know a Benjamin, he isn't a Weaver though." He responded. "he isn't the right one." Tom whispered. Caleb shook his head. "Do you by any chance know where he may live?" Caleb asked. "I do but I'm unsure If I should tell you that." He said, confused. "We think we may know him, we're family." Tim said. The local finally gave in and told the three boys his address. "It's walking distance, just walk a bit left and you should be there." The local said. They thanked him and went on their way. It didn't take long for them to arrive at the specified location. Unfortunately 3 stairs blocked Tom from getting up, so Tim told him to just wait at the bottom. Caleb knocked on the door, the suspense was tense. If was the wrong Benjamin, they would have no more ideas on where he might be, and Lillian's birthday would be ruined. A young woman opened the door, just a crack, a chain stopped the door from opening all the way. "Who are you?" She asked, cautiously. "Does Benjamin live here?" Tim asked, impatient. He didn't want to keep Tom waiting. "Who's asking?" She questioned. "We're his family, or we hope." Caleb said. "I see. He never mentioned any family." The woman said. She shut the door. Tim and Caleb thought she was shooing them off, but the door suddenly opened. "Well, come in." She said, smiling. Tim sighed, took a few steps down the stairs, grabbed Tom's wheelchair, and pulled it up the stairs with him still in it. Tom squealed in fear. He pushed Tom inside. They all sat down in a living room. "Would you like some tea?" She asked. "Sure, thank you for taking the time to talk with us." "Of course. The tea will be done shortly." She said, and left. "Let's hope we aren't wasting our time." Caleb said. "But with our luck, we probably are."

It'd been about a year since Caleb had moved out, he was 19, had a pretty good job with a house that he had to pay quite a bit of money to keep, but it was his. He left as soon as he turned 18, in fact, all of his brothers left right when they turned 18. Benny, Tim, Tom, and him too. He felt awful for leaving Lillian all alone, but he knew he couldn't stay in that house. When Tim and Tom moved out, mother began to hurt him instead, and he had to take it to protect Lillian. Father never helped. Eventually the harm caused him by mother took a toll on his mental and physical health, so he moved out a few days after his 18th birthday. He still kept contact with the twins, but it was only once a while. Caleb was sorting through his mail, it was still early, the morning sun had not yet fully risen. He noticed a letter that stood out. He grabbed it and sat down at the kitchen table. He opened it. It was from Lillian. He smiled, it had been awhile since he had spoken with her, he missed her dearly. "Dear Caleb." It read "I understand it had been quite a while since we have last spoken, but my birthday is in a few days, my 15th birthday to be exact, and I would like you all there. We haven't moved, so I'm sure you know where we are, but if you could please contact our brothers and invite them as well, I would greatly appreciate it. I miss you very much and would love it if you could attend. Love, Lillian. P.S. You don't need to bring anything." With a drawing of a bunny at the bottom. Caleb felt ashamed to admit he forgot about her birthday, but would make it up to her by bring their brothers along to the event she was throwing. The problem was that he actually had to contact them The twins would be easy, he knew their number, but what about Benny? It would be fine, the twins probably knew it anyways. Caleb got up and made his way to the phone, he rarely used it as it was expensive, but it was an important occasion. Caleb picked up the phone and waited for the operator. "Who do you want to call?" A lady asked. "Um, Timas Weaver." He told her. After a minute of waiting he heard a click, then a familiar voice. "Who is this." The voice said, sharply. "Tim? Is that you?" Caleb asked. "Caleb? Why are you calling? You couldn't just mail me a letter?" Tim demanded. "It's too important, Lillian wants you to come and visit, you and Tom. I know you don't want to, but can you please just come over?" There was a long pause. "I would but I can't exactly drive." Tim explained. "How on earth do you get places?" "We walk. At least I do." "I can pick you up, I know where you live." Caleb said. "I guess that can work. Can we end the call now? I'm poor as shit, I can't afford this." Tim said, impatient. "Okay, okay. See you soon." Caleb said, before hanging up. He grabbed his keys and the letter from Lillian and ran to his car. It was small but it was one of the only valuable things he actually owned. It was a pretty big car with four seats, two in the back and two in the front, hopefully big enough for Tom's wheelchair. The twins lived in the town over, it was a long drive, but it was a necessary drive. After an hour of driving, Caleb made it to the house, it was pretty small, but it was the best they could probably do. He knocked on the door and a few seconds later, Tim opened it. It had been years since Caleb saw Tim's face, he always wore his mask, it felt odd now that he wasn't wearing it. He looked so tired, but was happy to see Caleb. Tim invited him in. "So where's Tom?" Caleb asked. "He's in his room, probably writing." Tim led him to a room, and when he opened it, he saw Tom, writing something, likely a poem. Tom looked at Caleb and smiled. "Long time no see." Tom said. They both hugged, it was a little hard since Tom was in a wheelchair but they managed. "Ready to go?" Caleb asked them. "Yep" Tim said. "But Tom hasn't really been in a car before, so go slow." Tom sighed. "I'll be fine." Tom loved Tim, but sometimes he would be overbearingly protective. They all went inside. They all were nervous, but were going to do it either way.

He can't feel physical pain

Yeah, I mixed up his hands, which is why he has two left palms in the second picture -_-"

+ bonus

Tom eats pancakes