Hello!

This has established a sort of rivalry in between the gods and-and-

“Okay Tommy, I know you’re interested in gods but you need to focus on doing the thing in front of you.” Said Sam, he’s been an older brother figure since... for a while now...

“Okay, Sam....Di’head...” Tommy whispered that last part, making sure Sam was out of the room before doing so.

He pulled out a book instead of actually doing his homework.

The only actually informative book he had on The Blade.

“Sun tzu- Blade of War.” It was written in a frantic scribble and had ink splotches on it as if it was written in a hurry when someone just woke up but it was still very good to read. In fact, the style of the book made it even better as Sun Tzu would usually be very collected with his speech, for some reason not on this book. That made it special to Tommy.

Plus, this book is the only one of its kind, and Tommy is very proud to own it.

What he wasn’t proud of, was getting it stolen.

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“The only Sun tzu book that the world hasn’t seen, I bet we’d get loads of money on it.” One of the bulky kids chuckled, flipping through the page of the book he’d stolen.

He walked through the school, it was dark but he could see perfectly. There was an odd sensation to it, he was sure it would’ve been cold but it’s hellish hot and his heart beats are pounding loudly, yet his heart is beating normally.

It’s not bad, just new.

He broke out into a run, sweat was dripping from his face. He didn’t know why but he was filled with a sudden rage. The want for his book back.

The need for his book back

“Hey, I don’t want to fight you but you should really give me my book back.” His voice sounded different. Maybe it was puberty? It was deeper, more even, less accented. Strange.

“Not a chance, Buddy.” Said one, he was hooded and had the book, throwing it to his pal in crime and running towards Tommy.

He threw a punch. Suddenly, Tommy lost his want for a peaceful resolution to this tale.

He wanted blood.

Tommy moved, different directions, switching between all the ways each second.

He got the opposing students disoriented before throwing one against the wall.

They didn’t move, paralyzed by fear. The most movement made by someone who wasn’t Tommy was a shiver.

He moved forward grabbing the book but then someone started running.

Coward.

He chased after him. Tackling him against the hard floor.

His hand pierced through the student’s chest. A bloodcurdling cry was heard by everyone in the school.

Everyone but Tommy. He was too focused. Focused on grabbing something from inside the student.

A pretty, beating, and bloody heart was in his hand.

Without a single bite, he swallowed the thing whole.

And then, he walked away. The sound of the scream replaying in his head and damn... Damn if it wasn’t the most satisfying thing he’d ever heard.

He went to sleep, the sound of screeches pounding in his head, never really reaching him.

Well, not for a few hours. It woke him up at around 3-ish. Those damn screams pounding in his head. Telling him to get up, to run. His bed which seemed so comfortable suddenly felt like sleeping on nails. Each and every one piercing his skin.

He quickly got out of bed, running out of the apartment. He didn’t know why. He wanted to stay but... he didn’t. He kept running. Running. Running. It was a familiar path but.... It’s been a while since he took it.

It was the path that led to a cemetery. The one where his brother, Wilbur Soot, lay. A resting corpse of someone who was once vibrant and full of life.

He wouldn’t come back, but something told him he would. If he just dug. And so he did, nails getting covered in dirt. Hands getting sore.... But he kept digging.

It was a challenge to break open the coffin but it was nothing compared to digging 6 feet of dirt.

Inside the coffin was a skeleton, the meaty bits gone.

He wouldn’t come back. Tommy knew that. So why did he hug the skeleton and beg for him to do so?

Suddenly, the skeleton, the coffin, and the sore feeling in Tommy’s hands vanished. Another voice joined him.

And old familiar friend.

Wilbur Soot.

“Hey Tommy, it’s me. I’m back!” It said, warm, cheerful voice.

But he wasn’t. Tommy knew that.

So he ran. That’s all he ever did. But you can’t run from your own self.

The voice of the student quieted down, like a puppet being thrown away. Now it was the voice of his brother taunting him.

Strained and hopeless, it clearly didn’t want to say the things it did.

The false reassurances that would never, ever be true.

By the time he reached his dorm room, everything was worse. Home is where the heart is but he couldn’t hear a single beat from his heart.

He called out for Sam.

Sam was no where to be found.

He looked for something. Anything that would remind him that this wasn’t Wilbur. Anything that would stop him from falling prey to this cruel, cruel joke.

He found a beanie and a sweater, he rushed to put it on.

The voice calmed down, more pleasant. He knew it wasn’t Wilbur but it was nice to hear a voice that sounded so much like him sing again.

He slowly checked the bed to make sure it wouldn’t hurt him, And laid down. He wanted to think about what just happened but, before he knew it, he was passed out.

That was his mistake.

He was greeted with a piglike man. One who wore a farmer’s outfit but a king’s crown.

A rake in one hand and a sword in the other.

He walked up to the young boy. Tommy’s light blue eyes connecting with his soulless black ones.

It was The Blade.

“Hello, Tommy.” His voice somehow cut through the agonizing screams. This wasn’t just Wilbur’s and the student’s. It was thousands of souls, begging to finally be put out.

“I-“ he was interrupted.

“I’m sure you’ve noticed how I’ve decided to ‘replace’ your heart beat with something a bit more.. classy.” He said, as if pained wailing was somehow the best noise out there.

“Well, I understand you dislike the change. Do what I say and I might change it back.” He said, a menacing aura coming from him.

“I want you to burn every single book about the god know as Aries.” He said.

“I want you to kill the tyrant known as Dream.” That was an almost impossible task.

“And for my last request for you, errand boy....” His eyes lowered.

“Bring me the head of Sam Innit.” He smirked. Sharp teeth showing.

“No- I- Isn’t there something else I could do?! I mean I know you had a rivalry with Squi-“ He was interrupted yet again.

“It was barely a rivalry, I won and that was the end of the story. Besides, he faded away just like me. Burning every book about him would hardly be a challenge.” The pig-ish man said, rolling his eyes.

Suddenly, the young boy woke up. The screaming was louder still, and he had a lighter in his hands.....

He supposed he was lucky that mythology club was having a meeting today. It would be a lot easier to get his hands on the books about Aries that way.

Killing Sam and Dream would be much harder tasks.

Would he ever accomplish them?

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Years later. The screaming stopped.

He’d gotten used to it. The Blade still was able to torture him, but not enough to get him to hurt Sam...

He thought he just got bored of it....

He was wrong, so, so wrong.....

Today, instead of visiting the grave of Wilbur Soot, He’d visit the grave of Sam Innit.

One of the worst parts about being a puppet on a string is that not only do you have no free will, you don’t have a memory.

Tommy killed his brother, and he would never know about it.

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He walked into the forest, it was probably the first time in his life it was actually convenient to live on the very outskirts of town. He walked up a path, seeing a hill with a bench, he’d have to go there someday to watch the sunset, one of the few things he was told about the outside was that the sky was beautiful when the sun was setting.

Then something caught the corner of his eye. It was off to the side but it was glowy making it much easier to see.

Parts of it were made of crying obsidian and yet it was still lit up. Portals made of crying obsidian couldn’t be like up, everyone knew that!

Well everyone except for Tommy who had no clue about this and walked straight into the portal without a care in the world.

That was his first mistake.

His second was not bringing a map so he was completely clueless just how far away from home he was.

He kept walking, not knowing the dangerousness of his current situation.

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Several steps later, Tommy had arrived at what was called a bastion. Not that he’d know that, even with his Piglin genes, he was pretty much clueless with the nether. Or with anything other than combat, that was one of the things he learned from his mother, how to outsmart his foes.

He looked at the bastion in awe. Almost in too much Awe to notice the angry piglin about to burst open the door to break Tommy and all of his hopes and Dreams.

Luckily, he did notice. (And didn’t suddenly just lose all of his hybrid instincts.)

He pulled out his only weapon, a small wooden hoe that he used to farm.

The piglin looked down on him with disgust. Clearly seeing Tommy was a gold-less disgrace. Not even someone worth keeping alive.

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He grunted, he wanted to taunt the pathetic little runt of the litter but he decided it’d be better to just put it out of it’s misery.

The hybrid was quicker than he thought, dodging out of the way quickly.

He grunted again, out of annoyance. Chasing after the little freak.

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Tommy thought quickly and pulled out an old fishing rod, it was definitely going to break after this trick but it’d be worth it if he came out of this alive.

He carefully but quickly aimed the fishing rod in a way, it’d wrap around the piglin’s neck and after seeing that the Piglin was held back by this, he ran.

He didn’t look back, he just ran.

He got to the portal and went inside without second thought, getting into it and realizing.

“Oh shi....” he whispered, realizing he was far away from any civilization, instead being in a dessert of some kind, that didn’t make sense at all considering he lived in an icy bio.

It took a few minutes of swapping through the portal from the nether to the over-world to realize, he’s not going to be able to get back to his old town, is he?

He decided to search for help but there was no one around in the dessert so maybe he’d have better luck in the nether?

He was a bit loopy from continuously swapping realms so it took him a second to realize the bastion he went to was the same of the piglin whom he just fought.

But this time, the piglin wore a kind smirk instead of an annoyed sneer.

“Welcome.” He said, pulling Tommy indoors.

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This is it for chapter one of the Piglin!Tommy au. This is an au originally made by the amazing cap’n! ( @prince-ranboo ) who I am helping with it.

If any of the creator’s are uncomfortable with this, we will 100% take this down. And as always, criticism is welcome, thank you for reading.