#Sizeshifter!wilbur

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Adopt A Mortal (Rewrite / Part 1)

Note: Ayoooo, finally this bitch is done after so long. It should’ve been finished yesterday yet this bitch accidentally deleted their 3K words. But now it’s 6K words so I hope that makes up for it! ( @smogs-0, here you go Smoggy :3)

Warnings: Soft vore, injury, death, traumatic events such as a car crash. This work also contains zombies with with contain horror elements and other things associated with zombies Mentions of fatal vore, blood and more. (Be advised!)

Words: 6.6K+ (haha new long boi)

People had been acting strange lately, lots more people were being sent to the hospital due to a strange illness that had been spreading. It left everybody on edge on how no information was given about this illness. Until rumours began to spread.

Many spoke of the illness like a zombie apocalypse, the patients would become bedridden with pain and agony as their bodies mutated, turning somewhat green as rashes and differing mutations would appear on their bodies.

They behaved differently too, no longer human. They’d growl like beasts and will continuously struggle against restraints, going so far just to satisfy whatever hunger they had. They became savage beasts that destroyed anyone in their way, only driven by pure hunger.

That’s what was told anyways. His parents had been right on edge recently, making lots of phone calls and seemed panicky most days. He also noticed the amount of food in the cabinets had sky-rocketed, something was off about his parents.

He trusted them though. Surely, they’d tell them if something was wrong right? His mom was a nurse and his father a doctor. They’d tell him if these stupid rumours were true or not! So, he carried on with his day like any other person. He played his video games and had fun. What else could he do?

…

How long does it take for the world to turn into a catastrophic nightmare, apparently 1 day? Surely that’s a world record speed run, right? Everything’s totally okay, he wasn’t panicking or anything. But his parents were screaming and panicking.

They yelled at Tommy to pick up boxes and load them into their packed car. All he had been told is that there was an outbreak and that they had to run and go far away as soon as possible. Turns out, his parents had arranged a shelter plan with an old friend in case these circumstances happen.

Why hadn’t he been told earlier? His lungs were filled with panic as he raced between the stack of boxes and the outright. It was so heavy, how was the car going to handle the entirety of all of these? To say the least, Tommy was downright terrified. It wasn’t every day you heard of a zombie outbreak.

His mind was constantly on guard with every move, he turned his head as soon as he saw the military helicopter flying overhead, or a passing police car. It put him right on edge and rightfully so. His parents soon yelled at him to get into the car as they entered the front seats.

He managed to fit barely into the backseat, with it being piled to the brim with boxes. Quickly he grabbed the seatbelt and situated himself with much struggle. As soon as he was done, his parents were speeding down the road in the car at full speed.

It wasn’t long until the car had left the city, the city Tommy once knew was going to become a wasteland, the place that was once his home. He hoped things could get better, it turns out they were headed towards a shelter that his parents had prepared with some old friends.

But things wouldn’t turn out so hopeful as it seemed God had decided to give this boy even worse of a day. A person ran- or zombie into the road right in front of his parent's car, the impact sending the car flying. His parents tried to control the car, but it was too late, they were already headed off of the road.

Tommy screamed in horror as the car began to derail, there were many loud noises, including his parents own screams. He tried to keep steady in the car only for his balance to fail him and hit his head against the window, causing him to blackout.

…

The next time Tommy woke up, it wasn’t a pleasant one. The taste of blood was on his tongue, the smell of smoke and burnt gasoline hit his nostrils, he could hear burning embers of something burning nearby.

In a panic, he opened his eyes. Only to be met with agonizing pain, he put a hand to his stomach and looked down to see a pile of blood, now Tommy had experiences in the medical field, and it was a miracle that he only ended up with an open wound on his stomach.

But his parents… He looked to the right of him, only to see the once red family car now crashed into a tree. Its engine was completely crushed and on fire. Scattered remains of the boxes laid around the crash site, leaving reality to try and crush him.

But he wouldn’t allow it, he shook it off. His parents had probably survived just like he had! They had only gone to get medical supplies for Tommy! Or perhaps they got separated? So, Tommy made the decision to keep going! (He knew the truth, there was no way a human could survive that.).

He stood up and screamed, the wound on his stomach causing him great pain. He applied pressure with his arm and began the painful journey to find shelter. As he limped, he noticed his backpack had remained mostly intact, knowing it would have some supplies, he picked up quickly and went on his way deeper into the woods.

…

After a while of constant limping, he came across a cottage. The doors were wide open and some of the windows were broken. He wandered inside for shelter only to find some quite fresh furniture; it appears that the cottage had only recently been lived in?

“Hello?” he yelled out, hoping somebody would be home. He’d feel bad for barging into somebody’s house. But sadly, he got no answer, well… He did but not in the form of a human… A growl could be heard from down the hallway.

Tommy looked in the direction in confusion, that wasn’t a humanoid sound. And his questions were answered when a sickly, green looking woman came down from the hallway, strange-looking rashes covered a majority of her body. She also had a flowery-patterned dress on…

It was a Zombie… But the outbreak had only occurred not so long ago? How had it spread so quickly? In a sense of panic, he limped as fast as he could towards the kitchen. Adrenaline began to pump through his veins and his breathing became panicked.

He rummaged through the drawers; he could hear the woman’s footsteps fasten as her growls grew louder. She was quickly approaching, and finally, Tommy had found a knife. Tommy turned his head to see the woman staring at him from the other end of the kitchen.

The woman growled furiously, her arms outstretched towards him, her face unreadable except for the open drooling mouth. The woman ran towards Tommy, and in defence, he kicked down the woman to the floor.

Being immobile, Tommy took the chance and plunged the knife into her head. She struggled under his grip momentarily before becoming limp. She was finally dead; Tommy had killed a once innocent woman who had probably just turned into a zombie…

He stood up, wincing at the pain in his side. He let the zombie lay there, hoping to leave the woman in peace. He made way to the bathroom, found a first aid kit, and tended to his wounds. Stitching and bandaging what he could.

After his wounds were tended to, he made way into what was most probably the woman's old bedroom and laid there in the bed. Feelings of guilt overwhelmed Tommy as he clung to a nearby pillow and cried.

Not only had he killed someone, but the world has also gone to hell and experienced a car crash… He had also lost his parents…

…

It had now been a month, he had managed to gather around all the food in the house and if rationed properly, the food could last Tommy up to three months’ worth of food. Meaning, he probably only had three months in the cabin.

Tommy had managed to secure the cottage somewhat by barricading the walls with furniture and wood. He, fortunately, had found an axe in the back of the shed, which definitely helped a lot when trying to barricade the windows.

Not only that but a good weapon to always keep at his side, he debated naming the thing like “The magnificent axe of peace” or something since it was the only thing that would really grant him safety in the apocalypse. The axe itself was strange because the blade was a pure tone of purple.

Along with the axe he had also found himself a working radio. Well, it was working since the apocalypse had only started not so long ago, but the fact that the radio stations were still up was surprising to him.

Some were mainly repetitive music; Some were news of recent happening in the apocalypse, advising the survivors on what to do, tips, etc. If you ever had a method of communicating with them, they’d answer your questions half-heartedly.

It gave Tommy entertainment as the days passed by, he had also managed to find a journal to keep his thoughts down, notes down to-dos and plans. It was probably a good idea to try and keep yourself organised during the apocalypse, a rhythm of sorts so that nobody would go insane.

Luckily enough for Tommy, he had very paranoid and supportive parents, thanks to that they had him participate in a lot of outdoor and survival activities, read survival books and even teach him general tips about the wild. They taught Tommy what they could when they didn’t have work.

He missed them, a lot. So, he cherished the memories. Fortunately, as well, his bag contained sentimental objects of great importance to him besides the food, medical supplies and blanket. Inside, there was also a portrait of him and his family on one of their camping trips…

Tommy was only 7 years old in the photo, looking like a runt in his signature red and white polo, a plaster on his face, his exposed knees from his shorts displayed several bruises from playing in the mud. He had a somewhat angry yet excited expression on his face as he clung to his father’s head.

He was on his father’s shoulders, he could see his father wince in the picture since Tommy had a strong grip on his hair, being mischievous as always. His mother was beside them, laughing her head off at her husband’s misfortune. He was told that an old friend of theirs had taken the picture.

He set the photo back into his pocket, deciding to stop reminiscing on the past and focus on the present. And by that, he means staring at the ceiling, which didn’t really help him from brainstorming his thoughts. He was tired though.

He let out a yawn, turning to his side. His eyes were half-open as he thought of what he had accomplished that day. Finally deciding he had enough, he closed his eyes; sleep overcame him as he laid like a sleeping puppy, surprisingly it came easily despite him feeling on edge.

…

The sound of glass smashing woke him up in the middle of the night, he woke up in a startle. His breath quickened as he went to grab the axe beside the bed. His mind raced with panic, wondering what could be attempting to enter the safety of the cottage?

He got up quietly from the bed, and slowly crept towards the door. Pressing his ear against it as he listened for any sounds, like what if it was another human? A group or a zombie attempting to break in?

He then heard the sounds of breaking wood, which eventually turned into a loud bang as the wood finally collapsed. It sent a shiver down his spine at the thought of a zombie breaking down the window, he hoped it was another human being.

His questions were answered though when he heard the words, “Is anybody there!?”, it was yelled out in a somewhat desperate yet harsh and violent. Whoever had said it, had ill intent. But then again, maybe they were checking for threats? Or maybe really meant no harm?

He heard a round of footsteps, but not by one individual: Multiple. It was a group of them. He exhaled quietly, before standing up and opening the door cautiously. When Tommy propped his head from the door, multiple guns were pointed towards his direction on alert.

In a panic, he yelled out “Hey! Hey! I mean no harm!” as he brought his hand to shield his face. But they didn’t seem to take down their weapons, “If you mean no harm, drop the axe!”. In an instant he dropped the axe, dropping it in front of him and a distance.

The group kept their guns pointed as one of them went to grab the axe from the middle of the hallway. It scared him to see his weapon be taken away from him. The person grabbed the axe and glared at Tommy, scanning him for any intent or any more weapons.

But all they would see is the look of fear on the teenager’s face. The person then deemed him safe enough and backed off, scurrying back to the rest of their group. The group looked in between themselves and asked, “Who are you?”.

“I’m T-Tommy, Tommyinnit.”, the group then began to whisper between themselves in a group discussion, Tommy attempted to listen in but didn’t get much of what they were saying, all he heard was….

“He’s just a kid!”, bitch. He wasn’t just some kid! “That doesn’t matter, it’s the apocalypse. What if he’s dead weight?”, Tommy doubted he’d be deadweight considering he had managed to survive a month on his own at this point.

But then again, his injury would surely cause problems for the group if he were to join and find out, it wouldn’t be too much of a pain to act strong and tough it out, right? He could handle it after doing a months’ worth of work, it’d heal over eventually.

Then something they said really pissed him off, but he didn’t dare say a thing because if he were to show aggression towards them, surely, they’d shoot him dead if he didn’t dare cooperate. “He may be tall, but he’s also thin and scrawny. It’ll be perfect for places we can’t get into ourselves.”.

So, he’d just be a tool of them? As much as Tommy didn’t want to think about it, it was probably the only good reason he’d be useful. Because otherwise, he wouldn’t really be here right now. And Tommy wasn’t stupid, he knew sticking to a group would better the chances of survival.

The group then looked to Tommy, “Okay… Tommy, was it?”, it seemed almost sarcastic. “We’ve decided, you’re either coming with us or you’ll die. Got it?”, they weren’t even giving him a choice… Not wanting any venom in his voice, he simply nodded in reply…

…

Hungry…

Hungry…

It was all he could ever think about, his only objective… Wander aimlessly, attempting to find food… The constant repetitive message in his mind. ‘Hungry… Hungry… Hungry….’.

He had no thoughts, pain, or emotions. A blank slate wandering the streets, the only thing that could ever change in the zombies’ mind was the driven thought of hunger from the flesh of something that was alive…

Luckily for him, the smell of humans hit whatever remained of his nostrils. The thought of food drove him in the direction of the smell, other zombies in the horde followed towards the smell as well. Shooting became louder as he drew closer to the humans.

Other zombies dropped to the floor as they were shot and killed, but that didn’t dare stop the others from approaching, even if they stumbled on the way. He managed to draw close to a human who appeared to be struggling with their gun, he took the opportunity to strike.

But then something hit his shoulder, he stumbled back as he saw the human aim their gun at him. But the humans’ eyes were in horror and wide as if they had something terribly wrong. “You idiot! That was the prototype!”.

It barely registered into his brain. Though he didn’t pay any mind to it as he stumbled to get back up from the shot, he had taken. But before he could attempt to try again, the humans were getting away. Far too quickly for the zombie to follow.

The others of the horde did though, and he was left there, limping as he turned to another street. Feeling oddly sluggish and tired. Now, his body never really wished to cooperate with him before, but it was becoming even more uncooperative.

His vision blurred as his body stumbled more, eventually, he fell face-first into the floor, next to a corner shop. Then, strangely enough, he passed out…

…

He woke up in a daze, confused. Where was he? Wait- What’s happening? Why is he aware? He couldn’t think like this before- What’s going on?!

He sat up, feeling his bones go back into place. He held his face for a second, before taking the hands away from his face. Hands, his hands. He had hands, of course, he had hands but since when had he blatantly become so aware of them.

Then, it came back to him. His memories of him wandering of a zombie, and strangely enough, he remembered the encounter with the humans not so long ago. “You idiot! That was the prototype!”, repeated in his mind. What prototype? What did it do to him?

Had it turned him human? He stumbled upwards and stared at his reflection in the cracked, musty window of the corner shop, where he finally got a good look at himself. The fluffy dark brown hair stood out to him; it was wild with dirt and clumped up at places.

He got a closer look to see his once green sickly green had turned to a deadly pale tone, he noticed the fact that he only had one burning brown eye, the other was an eye socket seemingly beyond repair, it was easily covered with his hair though.

He exampled the beanie upon his head, taking it off once to examine the remains of his hairline only to see a part of his exposed skull. He hid it back up with his beanie, he swore a dirtied yellow sweater that was dirtied with several holes.

Above the sweater was a brown trench coat, that was surprisingly in decent shape, but also had its number of holes from the times he had gotten shot. A pair of raggedy black shoes and brown trousers also accompanied the outfit.

If he didn’t pay enough attention, he definitely looked human… But curiosity peeked him as he noticed the pockets on his person, hoping for answers he searched through them. He rummaged for a minute before pulling out a wallet that strangely hadn’t fallen from his pocket.

Inside the wallet was an ID for a person named ‘Wilbur Soot’, was he this person named Wilbur Soot?...

…

It had been a while since Wilbur had become what he was, he was still a zombie. But a much more sentient one compared to the others. Just a lot more things had changed as he learnt more about his surroundings.

He still felt that same hunger as before but this time, he learnt it could be satisfied with regular human food. Not only that but he also had strange abilities. He had massive amounts of strength, which allowed him easily to flip over cars and other heavy objects.

He could also easily regenerate from any wound he sustained, he learnt this as he accidentally lost his arm as something collapsed on it, only to find it had returned not so long after. Not only that but he could also increase himself in size, it allowed him to easily get across to the other side of the city.

Well kind of, sometimes the size was too tight for him to wander through, not only that, but it was also painful and draining to even transform and sustain it. He could handle it though, but it was very uncomfortable at times…

He stayed in a rundown apartment he had found the keys to, which allowed him to keep it locked up at night, it contained a cracked mirror, but it did the job of showing his reflection, it had a comfy bed for him to sleep in, food, along with a guitar he had found. Which he could surprisingly play.

He also could weirdly write and read, so he kept a journal with him, noting down thoughts and such. He couldn’t really do much due to the reason that there wasn’t much to do in the apocalypse, but he was surprisingly content with his situation, despite being lonely.

He could get used to this sort of thing…

…

He held his stomach in pain, wincing at the powerful kick that had just been laid upon him. He could’ve sworn he also felt a rib or two break at the impact, or maybe he was in too much pain. He couldn’t tell.

The group had been stupid enough to playfully mess around with a gun, with had the safety unlocked. It almost shot at one of the members of the group but instead, it hit a car, one that was still working. Which set off its fucking siren alarms.

The loudness of the alarm drew the attention of several zombies that were now coming in the direction of the zombies, and in all his six months with the group. Only now was he being abandoned. And only now did he absolutely loath them.

Sure, he didn’t quite get along with them, to begin with. They had always been scrummy with him, giving more leftovers than actual food that usually left him hungry. Or the fact that he was the bait of the group, usually the one to do things if somebodies life were on the line.

Yeah, it wasn’t all that bad at times. He had been taught hand to hand combat by them, how to properly scavenge and even how to hold a gun! Even if it was for their own benefit though, it still helped him.

He even managed to keep his entire injury a secret, which was kind of healed. It still hadn’t recovered properly due to improper care and constant reopening’s. But the pain didn’t become so unbearable afterwards, it become almost numb unless there was more damage inflicted upon it.

Which had what had happened, they took away all his stuff, all except his personal belongings and his axe which was a little worn at this point from killing so many zombies. But what really affected was the fact they were literally just leaving him there to be consumed by them.

They ran away as Tommy cried in pain, the sounds of the groaning of zombies and the car alarms gave him a headache. But the thing is Tommyinnit is resistant, he’s not going down without a fight. So, he got up despite the blood and aches in his side and limped towards a shop that wasn’t too far.

He entered, luckily for him as well not too many zombies seemed to have noticed him, they seemed more focused on the bigger number of humans up ahead. But that didn’t stop a fair number of zombies from entering the store with him.

They didn’t seem to pick up on his scent though, more so wandering the store. Tommy knelt under the counter, terrified as to what could happen. But luckily for him, a miracle would happen… If you fucking believed in miracles that is…

…

Wilbur had simply been wandering the streets, it became a daily routine to check on the city. He wanted to see if he could learn more about himself or other humans, so he did just that. But it turns out answers weren’t so simple to get…

But that didn’t stop Wilbur! He had patience; he could wait a while. But answers weren’t the only thing he was looking for, humans created many interesting things, and their contraptions were even definitely entertaining if he managed to figure out what was going on.

There was something really different about Today though… It seemed almost different… And the feeling was most definitely right. The zombies were acting different, usually, after a while, they became separated unless something gathered them together.

And something was doing just that, specifically a car alarm. It was loud and if he focused enough, he swore he could’ve smelt the scent of humans. Now, Wilbur had a much stronger sense of smell compared to many others, he could easily identify different smells.

Now, there was a stronger scent of humans in the distance, one with lots of humans. But there was an even stronger smell, a close one, a singular human. He walked towards the alerting car, the scent of the singular human leading into a corner shop.

So, he followed the scent. But before he did, he crept around sneakily because if he were to walk around aimlessly in a crowd of zombies, not only would it be suspicious but incredibly stupid. It was better to keep up an act.

And eventually, he came across a teenage human. Knelt under the desk nervously and almost terrified. Well, he was surrounded by zombies, why wouldn’t he be scared? He coughed slightly to get the kids attention.

The human looked towards him in shock, “Hey, need a hand?” he whisper-yelled. “What? Are you crazy?!” he whisper-yelled back. “Don’t you want to get out of here?”, the human simply nodded. Wilbur had a plan, simple yet effective.

The plan was to simply make a distracting sound for the zombies, perhaps through something metallic? But that wasn’t the point, the point was to get the human to safety. He looked at the human with a determined eye, “Wait till you hear a sound, when you do. Run to the backroom”.

The human nodded, and the plan was set into motion. Wilbur crept towards the other side of the store, and then knocked over multiple different things. It attracted the zombie’s attention to his part of the store, which made him get the fuck out of there to meet the human in the backroom.

He slowly entered the backroom, he looked to see the human on guard, but it had dropped as soon as he entered. “Jeez, you scared me” the human muttered but looked relieved. “Thanks for the save there, I would’ve been dead meat”.

The human then began to barricade the entrance to the backroom, “The name’s Tommy. Tommyinnit. How about you?”, “Uh- Wilbur, Wilbur Soot. And you’re welcome?”, it sounded like a question if he were honest.

“We should get out of here if we don’t wanna get eaten by zombies”, Tommy then made his way towards the door. “You coming or not?”.

…

The two made it through the back exit to find an alleyway, one that the only exit was a wall. Quite a weird alleyway because it was covered in two walls, they didn’t even look recent. Fortunately, Tommy had found some supplies in the store, such as food and water.

Tommy attempted to climb the wall by himself, but despite his tall stature, he was still too short to reach the top of it. He looked to Wilbur for help, “Mind giving me a boost?”. Wilbur nodded and clasped his hands together next to Tommy, allowing him to step on.

Tommy took advantage of it and boosted himself onto the wall, for a second Wilbur could’ve sworn that the boy was going to abandon himself, but he was also happily surprised when the boy offered him his hand. He looked at it for a second.

“You gonna grab on?”, the boy asked. Wilbur snapped out of his stance, gripping the boy’s hand. He could’ve sworn he saw Tommy wince for a moment. “Jeez, you’ve got a good grip!”, he muttered loudly and helped Wilbur up the wall.

Over the wall lead to another dead end, blocked by a spiked fence this time. The only escape insight was a fire escape ladder that went up to the roof of the next building. So, the two climbed it. From there they saw the sight of a city, one that was in ruin.

They could see multiple zombies walking below, cars that were left in the middle of the road and absolute ruins of buildings that were either starting to be covered by plants or had taken damage from some sort of impact.

It was a strange sight, seeing the place in ruin. But it was also kind of comforting in a way, they could see the remains of untold history, many people that now lived here were gone and it was technically a marking of a new world, maybe even a journey.

Not only that but they could also sit down and relax for once in safety, which was the case for Tommy as he saw carefully over the edge, dangling his legs occasionally. Wilbur joined him in the comforting silence, and the two stared down at the view for a while.

Eventually, Tommy began to talk. “Well, since it’s only the two of us. We’re gonna be sticking together for a while”, Tommy turned to Wilbur who smiled in return. “Yeah, that’s fine with me”. Another moment of silence…

“How’d you end up in the apocalypse?” Tommy asked, “Oh, uh… I don’t really remember. Kinda just ended up here-”, Tommy looked at him weirdly. “How about you?” he continued. “Well, uh- Car crash”, Tommy then looked away sadly. Wilbur gave him space.

The two continued to appreciate the view, and eventually, Tommy brought out food for the two to eat and handed a portion to Wilbur. The two ate, occasionally giving comments about the scenery. And soon, the wind began to pick up.

Tommy was simply in a T-shirt, shivering. So, Wilbur handed him his trench coat, which wouldn’t give away his disguise, fortunately. Tommy slumped at the sudden weight at his shoulders, but gladly accepted the coat and wore it.

“Fucking gremlin, make sure you keep warm.”.

“Fuck you!”.

The two bickered, eventually coming to know each other better. It was a nice moment for a good while. Until the two decided to find shelter for the night, that’s when all hell broke loose…

…

The two ran alley after alley, all seeming to be endless. If they weren’t careful, they’d surely get cornered, now that wouldn’t be too bad for Wilbur, not so much for Tommy.  But unfortunately, luck seemed to run out for the two as the two got cornered into an alley.

Tommy whimpered at the sight of the horde of zombies incoming, they weren’t sure how the zombies got attracted to them in the first place. But something caught Wilbur’s attention, Tommy’s hands weren’t to his axe, more towards his hip that seemed to be stained recently with blood…

Tommy was bleeding… If he didn’t act soon, Tommy would not only die but bleed to death… He knew the boy for only a sharp time but, he couldn’t help but feel the urge to protect him. Perhaps it was the loneliness? Perhaps it was the fact he was Wilbur’s only friend? He couldn’t be sure.

One thing for certain though, was definitely that he wanted to protect him…

“Stay behind me!”, Wilbur cried out.

“What? Wilbur, are you crazy?!”.

“Behind. Me.”.

The voice was venomous, harsh, it sounded inhumane. It was more so growls, zombie growls mixed in with the once soft tone of Wilbur. Yet the growls weren’t even directed at him, Wilbur over moved his hand out to protect him. He was focused on the zombies.

But Wilbur’s protective form soon fell as Wilbur’s knees buckled from under him, seemingly lifeless until something happened…

…

Wilbur could only feel pain as his knees fell to the floor. He could feel his bones shift as his body turned. Once, normal hands turned sharp and monstrous, his teeth being sharp, predatory canines. His body changed sizes from one of a normal human to one that was almost as tall as the building.

His beanie fell off during the process, leaving the part of his skull exposed for Tommy to see. Transforming was always painful for him. In the corner of his eye, he could’ve sworn he’d seen Tommy back away from him in fear.

He stared down at the approaching zombies. It pissed him right off to see them, in a fury be began to crush them under his feet. More and more zombies came, which angered him more. But the zombies seemed endless at this point. They continued to come, some even managing to get through his barrier.

He growled, but he realised that there were far too many to handle, at least at his current size. So, if he couldn’t fight, run. Quickly he turned to pick up Tommy, who screamed in his hold. He made sure to be gentle as he ran from the zombies.

Wilbur ran for a while, eventually tiring out from gaining a lot of distance from the zombies, not only that but the transformation. He leaned against a building and brought Tommy in front of his face. The boy was clearly startled from what had happened, staring up at Wilbur in fear.

He moved his other hand to ruffle the boy’s hair with his finger, “Hey, Tommy. It’s alright. We’re safe now.”. Tommy seemed to calm slightly, seeing that Wilbur was still in fact Wilbur, not only that but had no desire to hurt him.

“Wil?” Tommy’s tone sounded confused, which was more than fair. “Yeah Toms?” he hoped he could give the boy some answers, to at least calm his nerves slightly to relax., “A-are you a zombie?”. Wilbur simply nodded.

“H-how?” The boy appeared nervous to ask such a question, “Uhm, all I remember is being a zombie. I got shot with something and I ended up like this. Size-changing and all.”, “You don’t plan on hurting me? Right?”.

Wilbur’s eyes widened at the question, “What? Of course, I wouldn’t! I wouldn’t even dream about it!”. Which was true, he had no intention of hurting him. Tommy then calmed down slightly, adjusting himself to get more comfortable onto his palm whilst also wincing in pain.

The injury increased Wilbur’s worry, “The wound, do you have anything to treat it?”. Tommy shook his head, “No, but I’ll try to make do with what I have”. Tommy then went into his backpack and searched, bringing out an old t-shirt. He ripped it into strands in order to create a bandage.

Tommy then lifted up his shirt, the wound on display. It made Wilbur wince at the sight of it, how did Tommy even manage to get such an injury? How hadn’t he noticed it before? Tommy then used the t-shirt and wrapped it around the wound, much to his dismay but he managed.

“It’s nothing fatal, nor will I bleed out from it. It’s just painful…”. Wilbur simply nodded in reply, and then looked up towards the sky. And it was turning midnight, and he and Tommy still hadn’t found shelter, not that Wilbur needed it, but Tommy definitely would.

That’s when an idea came to mind, another strange ability he had either accumulated from being a zombie or from that thing they had injected him with. It was the ability to control his digestive acids, so he could digest human foods if he desired-or simply store them for later.

Now, theoretically. If there are no acids in there, it would be safe for Tommy. Not only that but it’d also be warm… He then explained his crazy idea to Tommy…

“What?!”, the younger yelled out. “I- I mean, I-“. He fell into silence, seeming to think about it. The more he seemed to think about the less he seemed anxious and more confused. “I- Are you sure it’d be safe?”, Wilbur nodded.

…

Tommy found it crazy that Wilbur just offered to fucking eat him! But the thing is, what Wilbur said did sort of make sense because if Wilbur could control when he digested food. If Tommy was eaten, surely, he’d be safe right?

But the real question was, did Tommy trust Wilbur to do it? Sure, he knew Wilbur for a short period of time. But Wilbur was the only one Tommy had really trusted since the apocalypse had begun, weirdly enough…

Wilbur had shown him kindness, unlike his group. Maybe he was being stupid, but the thing was, not only had Wilbur saved his life once but twice and also kept him warm with his coat. Okay, he definitely trusted the bitch, with was an achievement in itself.

“Okay… I’ll do it”, it sounded rather reluctant, but it was just because he was nervous. Wilbur’s eyes widened, “I- Are you sure? I don’t want to-“, “I’ll do it, you fucking bitch”. Wilbur then hummed in reply, “If you say so”.

…

Wilbur opened up his mouth, saliva drooling everywhere. He appeared to be salivating a lot… Not only that but the look of sharp teeth sent shivers down Tommy’s spine. Wilbur then picked up Tommy gently and placed him onto the awaiting tongue.

Tommy squirmed slightly in fear because if you thought about being a giant mouth was very much terrifying, at least to Tommy. Wilbur’s mouth then closed behind him, the sharp canines made a clanking sound behind him.

He was now surrounded by darkness, warm yet wet darkness. If Wilbur wanted to, he could’ve squished Tommy from in between his teeth, but he didn’t. Wilbur’s tongue then began to move slowly, putting pressure on him ever so slightly, covering him from head to toe in the zombified saliva.

He could not only feel but also hear purring from Wilbur’s throat, it seemed Wilbur was enjoying his taste a little too much? It wasn’t long until Wilbur titled his head back and swallowed, sending Tommy into a tight squeeze of his throat.

It felt oddly like a massage as the muscles pulled him down deeper, he could hear the breathing of Wilbur’s lungs yet no beating heartbeat, which goes to show that Wilbur was actually dead. The pressure soon stopped as he was dropped into a much larger space.

Wilbur’s stomach, he moved around ever so slightly, finding it oddly comforting. It was warm, not only that but the walls were soft… So, Tommy adjusted himself into a position much better for sleeping since Wilbur did indeed tell him he could sleep in there.

And he couldn’t refuse. Then, he felt the walls squeeze on him slightly, pressure from the outside. “Tommy are you okay in there?”, the voice rumbled entirely around him. “Y-yeah, I’m fine!”, he yelled out.

“Good, you scared me there for a second!”, “Bitch, I’m fine!”. The stomach then rumbled from Wilbur’s laughs, “Okay, if you say so. You comfy?”, Tommy didn’t reply just rubbed at the stomach walls.

He could feel Wilbur purr again, it was almost soothing. Soon, Tommy found himself fading in and out of consciousness, he could feel Wilbur rubbing at the stomach walls in comfort which was helping him sleep.

He guessed his best friend was now a zombie, what an interesting turn of events.

…

He could hear soft snores coming from his stomach, he smiled. Then fell asleep himself, because he needed his own sleep too…

[nobodywritingao3]

Cold Love

masterpost

Wilbur is a dragon, his most wellkept secret. Tommy finds out so he brings him back to his hoard in the mountains.

CW: - vore

title taken from Cold Love by Rainbow Kitten Surprise

word count: 1.7k 🐉 read it on AO3

"Let me go," Tommy spits out. Despite his aggression, there's a fearful, panicky air about him that sends pangs into Wilbur's chest.

"Toms, come on. You know me - you know I'd never hurt you." He wrestles him into the ground, easily pinning him to the dirt without having to exert real effort.

Tommy's arms shake from the effort of trying to fight him off. Wilbur is almost relaxed above him, a slight frown on his face as he easily presses the boy down. The more he tries to fight and the more he sees how futile it is, the more his hostility slips into abject terror.

"Wilbur, please." His voice cracks and he starts to go limp. He blinks back tears. "I won't tell a soul. Your secret is safe, just let me go. I'll disappear, and you'll never hear from me again."

No. No, he doesn't want that at all -

And something must show on his face too, because Tommy's eyes widen at his reaction, and he starts to writhe again, sobs building in his chest.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I don't - I didn't - "

"Hush."

He falls dead silent, tears still streaming down the sides of his face.

"You're fine," Wilbur murmurs to him, trying to imbue his words with as much love as he can. "Everything's going to be fine, okay?"

He starts to stand, pulling Tommy up with him as he goes.

He's tense in his arms, but Wilbur remains gentle.

As soon as they're both standing up, Tommy lurches away from him, but he's not fast enough.

Wilbur pulls him close, his arms still loose around Tommy. "Were you trying to catch me off guard?"

Tommy is sobbing and yelling and hitting at his chest, but he doesn't react.

"I... what are you doing? You - you know I'm much stronger than humans, sweetheart, you've got to stop fighting me."

He breaks down in his arms and tries to fall to the ground, but Wilbur catches him and holds, staring at him in puzzlement.

"How do I make this better?" He asks, almost blankly.

Tommy is still crying. "You - you ate the mayor," he whimpers. "You burned half the village to the ground. You burned the orphanage to the ground. You killed Phil and Tech - "

Wilbur swallows a lump in his throat and shoves down rising feelings of guilt. "I did what I had to do. I ate the mayor, I destroyed your village, including the orphanage. But how else could I get you?" He brushes a strand of hair from Tommy's eyes. "All that paperwork... it's easier if they think you perished in the fire. And for the record - " he conspiratorially winks at Tommy, trying to get humor him, "Phil and Techno are just fine."

He doesn't wait for a response, closing his eyes and starting to shift. He pays extra mind to Tommy's position in his arms. The change is done in seconds, and when he opens his eyes again, Tommy's just a tiny little thing lying between his clawed paws.

"Treasure," he purrs irreverently. "My little human - let's get you taken care of, yeah?"

Tommy stares up at him with wide eyes, completely frozen on the ground.

Wilbur wastes no time in leaning down and swallowing Tommy. He screams and kicks as he goes down the throat, but Wilbur's body was designed to eat live prey. Functionally speaking at least, Tommy is no different from the deer or tigers or knights he regularly eats.

He hums contentedly as Tommy settles into his brood pouch. It's padded out so he can be rough as he wants in there and it won't hurt either of them (and let it be said that he is trying very hard to hurt Wilbur).

"You're safe now, Tommy. Let's get you back to the rest of my hoard." He purrs again, a burst of delight in his chest. "I've waited so long to get you with the rest of my collection. Bit of a shame that you found out this way, but I'm a little glad too. I was going to reveal myself in a few months, but now I don't have to wait."

He spreads his wings and takes flight towards the treacherous mountains. Only the royals' finest knights could traverse the landscape, and even then, they were so tired and cold from the trip that their hands could barely grip the hilts of their swords.

He lands in the entrance and strides in. Techno and Phil sit idly on a pile of gold coins, chatting away, but as soon as their eyes land on him, they avert their gazes and seem to wilt. He's learned not to take it to heart - they've gotten better about managing their fear of him in the past few months since he added them to his hoard, and he's sure that as the years progress, all three of his humans will come around again.

He leans over Techno and Phil and opens his mouth up, finding it just the teeniest bit funny when they flinch back and start to plead with him not eat them. He brings out Tommy, letting the boy gently fall onto the two men below.

He sits back and admires them, a happy sound growing in the back of his throat.

"Finally," he says dreamily, "I have all three of you."

He shifts back into his human form and saunters up to them, ignoring how Tommy flinches backwards into Techno and Phil.

Phil pulls Tommy into his arms and starts to soothingly rub circles into his shoulder. "Wilbur, you're scaring him."

He shrugs nonchalantly. "You were scared too, in the beginning. He'll get over it soon - you all will - and then you'll be a proper part of my hoard."

Phil and Technoblade share a glance that he doesn't bother to decipher.

"Your hoard... what does that mean?" Techno asks slowly.

Wilbur grins brightly at him. "My collection! My treasure - it means you're mine now."

Tommy stares at him slack-jawed.

"Why us?" It seems like it slips out of Phil's mouth, something he says before he has a chance to apply a filter. But Wilbur doesn't mind answering.

"Techno is my twin, Tommy is my little brother, and you're my father." Those are all the human words for the familial terms, so they should understand.

Phil bites his lip. "Wil... we love you, but you can't - "

"I can do whatever I want," he cuts in, his voice edged with aggression.

Phil falls silent.

Wilbur smiles at him again. "Do you have anymore questions?"

Techno awkwardly coughs. "I hate to be the bearer of the obvious, but humans don't live as long as dragons. We're a lot less hearty, and you've stationed us on Dead Man's Hill. Because that's the name of this mountain, Wilbur - Dead Man's Hill. Are you sure you don't want to take us somewhere else?"

He feels his expression darken. "That won't be an issue. You're my hoard now. Which means your life force is tied to mine, and all three of your aging processes have stopped. If I'm to die - if - then you'll begin to age again." He turns a steely eye to Techno's. "And we will leave this mountain. But only when I know you won't try to do something silly, like leave me."

Techno nods, avoiding his eyes. "Sounds good."

"It does, doesn't it?" He agrees happily. "Now that I've taken Tommy, my collection is complete."

"Sorry - sorry, what the fuck?" Tommy chimes in, finally having found his voice.

Techno lowers his voice and says into his ear, "Wilbur is a dragon and he's keeping us now."

Tommy stares at him. "I thought you were fucking dead."

"Mm, me too," he says dryly. "But I'm not. I'm just the adopted twin brother of a dragon."

"Did you know?!" Tommy asks, sitting up and stumbling away from them.

Wilbur watches him curiously, fondly noting as he tips backward into a stack of gold coins.

"Did they know what?"

"What do you - what do you fucking think, Wilbur?!" He screeches.

Wilbur smiles, and lets himself shift again. Tommy flinches away as he approaches but he doesn't mind, picking him up in his mouth and plopping him back down next to Phil and Techno.

"They didn't know," he says soothingly, gazing down at them. He curls his tail loosely around their little group, forming a protective barrier. Or a cage.

Techno slides an arm around Tommy's shoulders. "Trust me," he murmurs, "if we had known, we never would have let you - " he cuts himself off, seeming to stiffen as his eyes nervously dart up to Wilbur. "We didn't know," he concedes.

Wilbur laughs lightly. "Can you imagine if you had? You never would have been my friend! And Phil never would have taken both of us in. I had to lie."

There's a look on Phil's face that he can't decipher. "Wilbur... I would have. Of course I would have," he says gently. His words carry weight, but the meaning behind it is unidentifiable to Wilbur.

"No," he says simply. "So it's a good thing I lied. Because the years passed and you realized how much you loved me, and now that you know I'm a dragon, you won't leave."

A sharp wave of paranoid insecurity strikes through his chest. "I don't think you'll leave," he mutters in afterthought, his tail slightly tensing around them.

Technoblade looks conflicted. "We love you for you, your being a dragon doesn't change that."

Wilbur frowns down at him, puffing a plume of smoke out. "Why are you saying that?"

"What - what do you mean?"

"We aren't leaving this mountain, Techno. I'm not that stupid."

A look of surprise crosses his face. He's a good actor, Wilbur decides. "I wasn't saying that to trick you, we do love - "

"I know you do!" Wilbur sharply cuts in. "Because I spent years bonding with you as a human. And now that you know I'm a dragon, it doesn't matter!" He gives them a smile with his large, sharp teeth. He ignores how forced it feels. He ignores how it feels like he's trying to convince himself more than them.

Phil looks at him with a pained expression. "Mate - "

"You're a little scared right now, but that's fine," he purrs, cutting him off. "We have the rest of time for you to love me like you used to. You weren't supposed to find out, but you have, and that's fine. I'll just keep you here. I'll just keep you here, and we can be a proper family."

He nuzzles the three of them with his snout, ignoring how they flinch away from him. "I love you!" he exclaims. "And you love me. So everything is fine. It's fine."

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hope you enjoyed :3

[i-am-beckyu]

i have visions of lies and the thieves (lattt?)!tommy like begging of wilbur to let him have all of his borrower stuff. wilbur can't stop the fashion grind even as a borrower and tommy wants to take advantage of it >:)

OR OR!!,,, tommy just totally bullies wilbur for being so adamant about keeping a fashion sense as a borrower but he secretly poses in their makeshift mirror with all of wil's massive collection of trench coats and turtlenecks sdjdsvjcn

idk how accurate this is to the story or if wilbur can even sew at all in the fic but still my visions are so strong i must share them with ya' >:3

— brick

Lol really? That’s awesome! And ayooo? Thoughts on LATTTT is awesome!!!!

I never overly thought about the clothes I kinda just have this image of c!wilbur in his trench coat and yellow sweater for like every version of borrower Wilbur so he definitely keeps his fashion sense.

I’d say he was wearing the first time he met Tommy small as they’re just normal clothes and then kinda learns from Tommy later that he made his clothes and decides that he definitely needs to make some to not make Tommy suspicious.

But I think it would be hilarious if he like attempts to make clothes and they’re just shit and fall apart so he goes to his friend Nicki and asks her to make some handmade clothes, and presents her with similar clothes he likes to keep his style.

She’s just confused but obliges lol

AND THEN we go to Tommy later finding this out and making fun of him. And YESSSS I adore the thought of Tommy just secretly trying everything on.

I recon Wilbur would probably end up just letting Tommy keep it all because he wouldn’t need to wear it anymore so Tommy would 100% raccoon store it and then Wilbur would find it and get pissed for wrinkles on the fabrics lol

This are so perfect Brick! Love it when you share your brain thoughts with me! We get more brain thought!!! :3❤️

[cyncerity]

AU Masterpost

This doesn’t have links to all my stories, that would take forever, but here’s a rundown of all my aus and what you can find with each!

(i ran out of room in the pinned post for tags to keep track of my aus)

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Any vore-centric aus will have “^^” while any aus that have vore but can be understood with the vore content blocked will be “^”. Reminder: if you have “#tw vore” blocked you can avoid those specific posts entirely!

If you wanna see my longer stories specifically, they’re under the tag “#cynwrites” my art is under “#cyn art” and my oneshots are under “#cyn oneshot”

i’ve tagged as many of these aus as i can in this post so you can get to them right from here, though i ran out of room for the bottom four so you’ll just have to type those out.

all of these aus are always open for asks and suggestions! even the ones that haven’t been updated in years. if any of these aus interest you, please send asks!!

also i’ve said this before and i’ll say it again: i write for characters. only characters. i don’t like/have never watched non-dsmp content of half of the people i write about, but their characters hold a special place in my heart so im stealing them for my own uses. their creators didn’t deserve them anyway (dteam, william gold, and anyone who in the future proves to be a bad person, this means you).

last edited: 6/27/25

The Big Ones:

#cynborrowerau^

* First au i made on this account! It’s a bit hard to describe cause of the sheer amount of characters and lack of solid plot, but it’s your run of the mill humans and borrowers/tiny hybrids.

#moth!tommy au

* During the Big Innit Hotel debacle, Tommy is turned into a small moth hybrid by Jack. Good news: Tubbo found him! Bad news: the whole server thinks Tommy is missing and he can’t get Tubbo to recognize him.

#sizeshifter!tommy au^^

* Tommy is a size shifting humanoid creature trying to pass as a normal human in a normal world. Thank god his family and two best friends are around to help him keep his secret.

#grow your own tiny au

* “Grow Your Own Tiny” is a weird new-fangled toy for kids similar to Sea Monkeys, where kids can plant a pod and end up with a tiny living doll. Phil caves and buys one for Tommy, and he gets twins Techno and Wilbur. Everything is fine until the dolls go missing suddenly, but evidence of them starts turning up over a decade later…

#Giant Techno AU^^

* Techno is a wanderer who happens upon a town where tinies are treated as food and pets. He saves 3 tinies from a royal feast and finds a family. Shenanigans ensue.

#store shifter au^

* Some borrowers and humans have a gene that makes them able to change size once they experience a trauma. Sapnap, a borrower born shifter, lives in a store with his 2 fiancés and poses as a human who works there. Things get a bit more complicated when Sapnap’s boss and the store owner, Dream, turns out to be a human born shifter.

#Naga!Phil AU^

* Phil becomes a tiny naga. it’s up to his three basically incompetent sons to take care of him (this au is also being written for by @ totallynotbat)

#Eyes Off Me AU

* About one hundred of years ago, the Crafts were cursed to be immortal small antique dolls that freeze when looked at by humans. This isn’t a huge issue until their “dollhouse” gets sold to an anxious teenager and they’re left with a kid named Tubbo who had no idea his dolls were alive.

#Dad's Troubles AU^

* A young Schlatt adopts a borrower toddler named Tubbo who left behind after his colony was exterminated. Years later, Quackity becomes a co-parent. Now, Tubbo is a teenager and his dads are adults, raising their son in a world where borrowers are seen as animals.

#Trapped Wilbur AU^^

* c!Wilbur has just been revived and, unfortunately, is stuck at Ghostbur’s tiny size. Tommy decides that Wilbur is a dick and doesn’t deserve to be free around the smp until he learns to be nicer. And Tommy knows just the place to keep him.

#Flubber AU

* A re-write of the Disney movie Flubber. Quackity is a distracted and frazzled scientist, constantly stressing between his failing engagement and his university job, who only catches a break when he makes a scientific breakthrough: Slimecicle.

#creature tommy au^

* Tommy is a borrower genetically engineered to hunt other borrowers as prey, since borrowers are overpopulated. When he escapes from his lab and is taken in by Wilbur, though, he starts to learn actual morals and compassion.

#bet on the crown au^

* Tommy is the young king of a nation that was just attacked by a ruthless emperor named Dream. One day Tommy is approached by someone who offers him a magic weapon: a knife that can instantly kill what it cuts. In a world of magic where humans are the weaker minority, Tommy takes it. It’s then that Tommy meets Phil, a man cursed to be a weapon who just wants another chance to see his family.

#crimeboys runaway au^^

* Tommy is a teenager in an abusive home. He needs to get out, and he needs to run away to a place his family won’t find him. Thank god there’s a new service to help the bond between humans and giants that would be perfect for what he needs.

#Home Home au

* In a world where borrowers are treated like pets, Wilbur adopts a troubled one named Tommy. While he wanted a pet, Wil ended up with a brother. He’s come to learn Tommy was treated poorly by the world, and it’s his job to teach Tommy his worth.

#epic au

* A re-write of the 2017 movie Epic. Tommy is the prince of the forest whose father has just gone missing. In his attempt to find him, he accidentally shrinks and summons a man named Technoblade to his kingdom. Now he and his friends have to get Techno home and save King Phil from Techno’s mom.

#Hiraeth AU

* Tommy doesn’t remember his past at all. He spends most of his life alone looking for any home he may have. When he gets caught by Ranboo, he decides maybe he doesn’t have to look alone anymore.

#superhero au^

* Sapnap, George, Karl, and Dream are 4 of the top heroes of L’manburg. Quackity is one of the top villains. Dream doesn’t know. Meanwhile, Tommy’s whole family are villains, and he’s just lost his brother in a fight. Now as a vigilante, he wants to make the top villain, his dad, pay for letting it happen.

Going on Account^

* Sapnap, Dream, and George are navy men tasked to hunt down a troublesome team of pirates. When they get kicked out, they learned that some of the pirates were family they were stolen from. Now these three navymen have to learn that pirates aren’t what they were taught, and Sapnap isn’t what he was told.

The ones with only a few posts and no stories:

#tiny avian au

* Phil is a small avian who’s on the run with 3 eggs he saved from being stolen by humans. He thinks he finds a safe place to keep them, only to figure out too late that he kept the eggs in a human house under construction and now the homeowners have his kids…

#Deep Sea Mer AU

* Tommy was lost at sea as a kid on a boating trip with his scientist family. After years of searching and mourning Phil, Techno, and Wilbur give up. Until one day in their studies of deep sea fish, they discover not only mermaids that live below the depths, but that their little brother has been taken in as one of their own.

#Lab Twins AU^^

* Techno and Wilbur were made in a lab to be inseparable: literally. If they stop physical contact with the other, they can’t breathe. Oh, and they have to co-share height, so keeping two separate lives while being forcibly stuck together gets more difficult when they enter high school.

#unnamed swamp au^^

* Boomer is a frog hybrid and Hannah and Purpled are insect hybrids. In a world where hybrids are almost extinct, the three of them are taken to a hybrid sanctuary by Sam and Ponk to keep them safe.

#giant!fire au

* Sapnap is a giant fire demon and Karl and Quackity are two very fearless villagers who happen to run into him

#witches and gems au

* Ranboo is a very lonely teenage witch. Thank god someone dropped off a few gems pieces that he could enchant into a pocket sized best friend!

#Shark Tale AU^

* AU of the movie Shark Tale. Ranboo is the little brother of the head of the shark mafia. Tommy is a poor merman with a need to be loved. Tommy pretends to kill Ranboo and the two end up becoming unlikely friends.

#tombelina au

* Thumbelina au. Tommyinnit is just a kid who grew out of a flower and is living with his human family. Until he gets kidnapped. Now he’s lost in the woods and it’s up to a weasel and a bee, Ranboo and Tubbo, to help him get home while his family goes out to look for him.

#Vampire Culture AU

* Quackity was born a vampire. Vampire hunter Sapnap has been a vampire for a few months, and his vampire historian fiancé Karl is a human who just wants to help. Quackity takes them in to try and help after the hunters leave them to die, but what they don’t know is that Quackity is the leader of Las Nevadas, one of the biggest and most dangerous vampire covens.

#Infested AU

* In a world where giant bugs coming out of the woods to kill you is normal, humans have learned to deal with it. Tommy is one of these humans. Well, at least he thought he was. Until he starts to get psychic messages from the insect hive mind and learns that it’s not just the giant bugs humans need to be fearing, it’s the Parasites: giant bugs that can perfectly disguise themselves as humans…

#fairy au

* (will think of a better name later) Tubbo is the son of the dictator like mayor of Manburg. Tommy is the little brother of one of the most powerful fairies in his forest. Tommy runs away right into Tubbo’s political schemes and the two make fast friends.

[munchkin1156]

New au infodump?

Dystopian au go brr

This is going to be a dystopian (:0 shocking) sci-fi world with a borrower Tommy who has a special wristband that lets him sizeshift, a gift from a long lost friend.

The au is mainly sbi centric (because I have a very very hard time writing anything else, though believe me I will try one day), other than Tommy there will be avian hybrid Philza, piglin hybrid Technoblade, and shrunken phantom Wilbur who got shrunken due to technical issues with a device he was tinkering with (and now needs to figure out how to get back to normal size).

The sbi are all first class, first district people, which, though it does make them seem stuck up and posh, they don’t actually know about the crumbling world of the lower districts.

Tommy’s been forced to steal to survive, and while shifted into human form, accidentally loses his way and finds himself in the higher districts, where he runs into Phil.

…you can probably guess that Phil’s hybrid brain goes to ‘child-its-child-why-sad-keep-safe’

Phil offers to take Tommy to his house, wanting to help him as well as pry information out of him to try and find out why he’s so scrawny

Tommy (reluctantly) takes up the offer because free food and a chance to steal something of actual value so he can get a lot of money, two birds with one stone in a way…

Oh and I forgot to mention that the sbi is kinda famous/important…

So they go to the sbi’s house and Tommy meets Techno and Wilbur, who are also enchanted by the blond. When Tommy sees Wilbur, he loses it for a moment, thinking that he’d finally found another one of his kind, until Techno explains the situation and Tommy feels ashamed he let his instincts control him like that and almost force him to shift.

They have dinner and game night, over which they bond with Tommy a lot, and even offer him to stay for the night ‘cause it’s dark out.

Tommy says yes, knowing how dangerous it is to walk the lower districts streets at any given point, especially at night, and they set him up in his new bedroom the guest room.

In the middle of the night Tommy wakes up from a nightmare and accidentally reopens a stab wound that he got a couple night ago (I did say the lower was dangerous after all), therefore his body shifts down to borrower size in order to heal it faster.

He can’t shift back until it’s healed, and now he’s at a upper class house with people that have been nothing but kind to him, though he knows that once they see him for the pest he is they’ll kick him out.

Fuck.

. . .

That’s about what chapter one should be, though I won’t start it for a while, homework is murdering me and I used to be at a really chill school with basically none of it so….

Please please please ask me about this, I would love to answer shit about it :D

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Chained Monster

Giant!Dream, Tiny!Techno, Tiny!Philza, Tiny!Quackity, Tiny!Awesamdude.

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A God With No Control

Sizeshifter!Dream, Tiny!Techno.

Warning/s: Mentions of Abuse, Cringe(/hj)

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Blue or Black?

Sizeshifter!Dream, Tiny!Ghostbur, Tiny!Awesamdude.

Warning/s: (???)

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The Decimate of Human's

Sizeshifter!Dream, Tiny!George, Tiny!Sapnap.

Warning/s: (???)

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You Cry, I Die

Giant!Dream, Borrower!Sapnap.

Warning/s: (???)

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Sacrificed || Part One

Sacrificed || Part Two

Sacrificed || Part Three

Giant!Dream, Giant!Badboyhalo, Tiny!Quackity, Tiny!George, Tiny!Sapnap.

Warning/s: (???)

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Sticky Situation

Giant!Tubbo, Borrower!Ranboo.

Warning/s: (???)

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A Forced Revelation

Borrower!Dream, Borrower!Sapnap, Borrower!George.

Warning/s: (???)

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A Pixie, and A Human

Tiny!Tommy, Giant!Wilbur.

Warning/s: (???)

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Odd One Out || Part One

Giant!Dream, Tiny!Sapnap, Tiny!Puffy, Tiny!Bad, Tiny!Schlatt.

Odd One Out || Part Two

Odd One Out || Part Three

Warning/s: (???)

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Curious Creature

Giant!Dream, Tiny!Sapnap, Tiny!Karl.

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Hectic Housemates

Giant!Quackity, Giant!Dream, Giant!George, Borrower!Sapnap, Borrower!Karl.

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Tiny Mages', Big Mistake

Giant!Dream, Tiny!George.

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Trading Places

Giant!Quackity, Giant!Sapnap, Borrower!Karl.

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Unexpected Encounter

Giant!Philza, Giant!Techno, Borrower!Tommy.

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–𝗠𝗖𝗬𝗧 𝗢𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁'𝘀–

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I Can't Patch You Up...

DragonHybrid!Dream.

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Quit Pretending Idiot

God!Dream.

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[arc852]

Not So Hypothetical

 Day 6! I’m a little late with this one but it’s still the 11th, so it still counts! Enjoy some soft fluff.

Warnings: Some fear and slight panic

Summary: Wilbur finally tells Tommy his secret.

Word Count: 1949

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 “Hypothetically,” Wilbur started all of a sudden, catching Tommy’s attention away from the shirt he was fixing up. He leaned his head upward to try his best to see Wilbur’s face, though it was difficult with how they were situated. With Wilbur laying on the couch and Tommy practically on top of him. “If I was a human, how would you react?”

 Tommy blinked and slowly lowered his stitching. “Like…if you suddenly turned into a human?”

 Wilbur was silent for a moment. “Sure.”

 Tommy thought for a moment, before grinning. “King, if you suddenly turned into a human, I’d make you get us so many things. We’d be loaded!”

 Wilbur laughed, which shook Tommy from his position on him. “Yeah, that’s fair.” His laughter died down though and Tommy felt him take a deep breath. “What if I…what if I had always been human?”

 Tommy paused. “What do you mean by that?”

 Wilbur swallowed thickly. “Like, hypothetically of course, what if I had always been human and was able to shrink down because of some magic I had found.”

 Tommy laughed nervously because this was starting to sound too freaky for him. “Alright Wil, knock it off.”

 But Wilbur continued, voice still startling serious. “What if when you had found us in the woods, me, Techno, and Phil, it was because we had gotten lost when exploring the woods at our new size. What if the human house we told you we lived in was actually owned by us, as humans.” Wilbur’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Would you still trust us? Trust me?”

 Tommy started squirming in Wilbur’s hold. This was going too far to only be some joke. Wilbur…Wilbur was serious, wasn’t he?

 “Wilbur?” Tommy asked, matching Wilbur’s low whisper. “Are you human?”

 “…Yes.”

 That simple answer caused Tommy’s heart to skip a beat. A million thoughts entered his mind about how and why and what were they going to do to me-

 He didn’t even realize he had tried to get up until Wilbur hugged him tighter, keeping him trapped in his arms. Tommy’s breath caught in his throat.

 “Please don’t run Tommy, please, the last thing we’d ever want to do is hurt you.” Wilbur said, face in his hair as he held him close to his chest. Tommy froze, allowing himself to be held and breathing in deeply.

 “Why?” Tommy managed to get out, though his voice was barely above a whisper.

 “Why what?” Wilbur’s voice matched Tommy’s, as if any louder would scare Tommy off.

 Tommy had a lot of questions he could follow up with, but he settled on what he thought was the most important one. “Why have you been shrinking yourself down and-and hanging out with me? What are you…” He trailed off when the next question got caught in his throat.

 “Nothing. We aren’t going to do anything to you, I promise. The shrinking was an accident at first. After that, we decided to explore a bit with it, though we got a bit too in over our heads going out into the forest. That’s when you found us. We didn’t even know borrowers existed until you showed up.” With one arm still around Tommy, he used the other one to pet Tommy’s hair in a soothing manner. 

 “I…I did think you guys were weird. Not knowing anything about outie borrowers and all. I just-I thought it was an innie thing.” Tommy said, feeling heat rise to his cheeks at the fact that he hadn’t realized sooner.

 “It was a reasonable assumption.” Wilbur chimed in. “After all, who would think three humans had shrunk down?”

 “Right.” That made him feel a bit better.

 “And we kept coming back because we liked you, Tommy. I mean, you took in three strangers and gave us food and helped us back to our house. And the more we visited the more we started to love you.” Tommy gasped at that. Love? They…loved him? Wilbur chuckled and he could practically see the smile on his face. “We love you, Tommy. I love you. There’s no plan to-to lure you into being our pet or whatever. We want you, but not like that. We want you as part of our family.”

 “Family?” Tommy asked softly. 

 “Family.” Wilbur confirmed again and Tommy finally relaxed. He was still terrified of the idea of Wilbur, Techno, and Phil being humans but he also trusted them despite those fears. 

 “You doing okay?” Wilbur asked and Tommy answered by turning over in Wilbur’s hold and hugging him back, burying his face into Wilbur’s chest. He nodded.

 “Yeah.” And surprisingly, he really was. 

 “Good. I’m really glad.” Wilbur said and it sounded like there had been a huge weight lifted off his chest. “Would you want to come and visit while I’m human-sized?”

 Tommy tensed at that but Wilbur was quick to reassure him. “It’s okay, you don’t have to. This is all up to you. You just let me know when you’re ready. And if you never are, that’s okay too.” Tommy relaxed again.

 “I need to think about it.” Tommy said, face still pressed against Wilbur’s chest, making his voice muffled. But Wilbur heard him all the same.

 “Of course Toms. Until then, we’ll continue to hang out just like this, okay?”

 “Okay.”

***

 Tommy was nervous, that much was obvious. Even Wilbur had been able to tell, so it had taken some convincing to tell Wilbur that he was ready. Ready to finally see Wilbur as a human. 

 As the two walked toward the human house, Wilbur kept glancing at him, making sure he was okay. “You sure about this Toms?”

 Tommy groaned. “Yes you b****. I’m sure.” And he was. He might still be terrified of the idea but he knew Wilbur would never hurt him.

 “Alright. Just remember, you’ll be in charge. I won’t so much as touch you unless you’re okay with it.” Wilbur explained and Tommy nodded, a small smile appearing on his face. He never thought he’d have a say in the presence of a human but here he was.

 They went into the walls of the house and around the winding tunnels before popping out into what Tommy could only assume was Wilbur’s room. Everything was far bigger than he was used to and simply imagining Wilbur being able to use everything was weird. He noticed a guitar in the corner of the room and wondered if Wilbur played. He’d have to ask him at some point after this.

 Wilbur led Tommy to the middle of the room before backing a bit away until he was practically touching the wall at the other end of the room. It made sense though. If Wilbur was about to grow, he didn’t want to be near Tommy when it happened. “Ready?”

 Tommy nodded, not able to find his voice. Wilbur nodded back and then closed his eyes. It looked like he was concentrating rather hard.

 Suddenly, a light filled the room and Tommy turned away from it, not wanting to go blind. It died down a second later though and when Tommy turned back, Wilbur was kneeling down, human-sized

 Tommy’s breath caught in his throat at the sheer size difference. It was not only terrifying but weird to see Wilbur so big. He had to crane his neck up to even see Wilbur’s face and the human was currently not even at his full height. Tommy took a step back on instinct and watched as Wilbur’s eyes softened.

 “Hey Toms.” Wilbur said and even though he was trying his best to keep his voice low, it was still a lot louder than what Tommy was used to. “It’s okay. It’s still me.”

 Tommy took a moment to steady his breathing. Wilbur was right. He was still him, no matter his size. He trusted the human.

 It’s just, well…a lifetime of being terrified of humans wasn’t an easy thing to simply get rid of.

 “I know.” He said, voice surprisingly normal. Tommy was proud of himself for keeping the shakiness out of it. “It’s just…a lot.”

 Wilbur chuckled softly. “Yeah, I bet. But you’re doing great, King.” Tommy smiled a little at the nickname. “Remember, I won’t move unless you give the okay.”

 Tommy nodded. He knew it would be so easy for Wilbur to take everything back. To not listen to Tommy, to-to grab him and lock him away. But Wilbur stayed where he was, only moving a bit so he was off his knees and sitting down on the floor. Despite that though, Tommy wasn’t ready to have Wilbur come closer.

 So instead, he glanced around the room, taking more of it in. However, in the end, his gaze once again landed on the guitar. This time though, Wilbur noticed. “I can play something if you want?” He asked and Tommy nodded. He’s never really gotten to listen to music before, maybe it would take his mind off of his fear.

 Wilbur reached over and grabbed his guitar, situating it onto his lap. He strummed a few chords before messing with the bits on the top before strumming it again, apparently satisfied this time. “Any requests?”

 Tommy blinked. “Uhh…”

 Wilbur paused. “Oh, right.” He chuckled sheepishly. “I’ll just do one of mine. How does that sound?”

 Tommy nodded again, a bit more excitement in the motion this time. Wilbur smiled before the strumming of the guitar started.

 It was beautiful. Tommy had never heard anything like it. It was soft and calming and slowly but surely, as the song continued, Tommy felt himself relax more and more.

 He glanced up and noticed that Wilbur seemed to really be in it, as his eyes were closed and his head bobbed slightly forward and back. He wasn’t paying attention to Tommy at all and that made Tommy feel slightly better.

 The borrower took a few steps forward before even realizing what he was doing. He paused. Part of him wanted to scurry back, stay as far away from the human as possible but the other part, the one that was growing larger by the second, wanted nothing more than to be close to the man he saw as a brother figure.

 As the music continued to put him at ease, he listened to the latter part of his mind and stepped closer. And closer. He looked up as he continued to walk but Wilbur’s eyes were still closed. That only fueled him more and he finally made it close enough to touch Wilbur’s leg.

 Now, at that moment, he could do a lot of things to get Wilbur’s attention. He was pretty sure even a simple touch would cause Wilbur to look down at him but instead, Tommy gripped the fabric of Wilbur’s pants and started climbing.

 He felt the muscle underneath him tense and the music suddenly stopped but Tommy didn’t falter. He lifted himself up onto Wilbur’s knee and met eyes with the human, who was currently looking at him with awe.

 “Hey.” Wilbur said softly, smiling at him fondly.

 Tommy felt warm at how soft Wilbur was being, so of course he answered with, “hey b****.”

 Wilbur laughed out loud, almost knocking Tommy off balance. “Sorry, sorry.” Wilbur said as his laughter died down.

 Tommy rolled his eyes and took a seat on top of Wilbur’s knee. “Can I hear some more?”

 Wilbur blinked before looking at the guitar still in his hands. Tommy must have caught him off guard more than he thought. “Oh, yeah, of course.” His eyes got fond again. “Anything for you, Toms.”

 And as Wilbur began to play again, Tommy knew that everything was going to be okay.

[tinytek]

Our Kind oneshot - noms

Finally! Not chapter two but a oneshot :P

This will probably not be posted on Ao3, meaning it won’t be canon to the timeline. It takes place after things calm down, but there’s still... tension.

Warnings: vore, fearplay, undetermined if the vore is safe or not, mild violence (basically a fistfight + one cut with a sword).

If you’re new here, Our Kind is an AU of corysmiles’ Friendly Giant AU! Please check out the original as well!

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Things were tentatively back to normal.

Though there was still a tension between Wilbur and his brother and father, they seemed to have at least accepted what he was.

That’s why he was here, strumming his guitar in a sunny clearing, watching Phil and Techno spar. They had invited him with tense words and tenser posture, perhaps hoping the time spent together would… acclimate everyone to Wilbur’s new changes.

They were a ways into the forest, just outside what would be deemed “safe”, where the underbrush grew thicker and more wild. Here in this clearing, though, the sun broke through the treetops to dapple the ground with golden light. Moss and ferns creeped into the circle of rough dirt, stomped bare by years of guards’ boots. Wilbur sat on a log at the edge, halfway in the shade, and concentrated on plucking the strings of his instrument. The sounds of his family fighting faded into the background. 

It felt like no time at all before Techno’s helmet was tossed to the ground next to him with a thump, startling Wilbur. (And if he grew a few inches at that… well, it was corrected before anyone else could notice.)

Techno sat down heavily beside him with a grunt. Phil followed soon after, setting his helmet down more gently and beginning to unbuckle his chestplate and leather pauldrons. 

“What are you working on, Wil?” he asked. 

“Nothing in particular, right now. Just practicing, I suppose.” 

Phil hesitated. “Can we hear you play?”

Wilbur froze. He’d played around Phil plenty, but he hadn’t actually played for Phil in… years, now. When their relationship began to get worse, he’d stopped seeking his father’s approval of his music, and eventually stopped showing him what he was practicing at all. 

Slowly, he nodded and picked up his guitar again. 

“Well… I was thinking that this place, here, feels something like this…” 

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Wilbur was just finishing the chords of his hastily-constructed song when he noticed a tremor in the ground. His fingers fumbled the last few notes and the sound went sour as he raised his head, almost instinctively, towards the east. 

Phil and Techno must have noticed it too, because they were tense as well, and Phil was already reaching for his discarded armor. 

Even as the two hurried to prepare themselves for whatever might be coming, Wilbur slowly set down his guitar and stared into the trees. 

Those were undoubtedly footsteps. And judging by the timing… with his knowledge of his own height and footsteps… this giant was huge. 

By the time it was near enough to see, Phil and Techno were fully armored and had their hands on their weapons. Wilbur’s eyes widened at the sight of the monster towering above him. They were almost as tall as Ranboo. They could easily take out the village without a fight.

With barely a thought, Wilbur let the world twist and he met the giant’s eyes at maybe a hundred and fifty. He stumbled backwards, off-balance from the sudden shift, and felt branches crunch under his heel. His head snapped back in fear, but the glint of Phil’s sword caught his eye near his foot. Close, but not quite.

The other giant was looking at him now. They seemed shocked, eyes flicking from his feet—where he’d been moments ago—up to his eyes and back again. 

Then their frame tensed and Wilbur’s attention snapped into focus. No time to think. Wilbur lunged and caught them square in the chest, sending them both stumbling away from the village. But Wilbur wasn’t quite big enough to bring them down, and they pushed back. Wilbur couldn’t stop himself from falling backwards with an earth-shattering crash. Boulders bounced near his head and trees were uprooted and flung into the air. Wilbur groaned and rolled his head sideways. Through blurry vision, he saw the tiny figures of his brother and father, the glint of their armor and weapons in the sun, obscured by the rising dust. They were probably thirty feet away, but they were too close. A bit closer and his shoulder would have crushed them when he fell. 

Groaning, Wilbur pushed himself up to a sitting position. Dirt smeared his cheeks and clothes. He glanced at the other giant; they were hanging back, wary, maybe considering retreat. They saw Wilbur shift, probably thought he could shift bigger than them. They had no idea this was as far as he could go right now.

But they would realize soon. If they kept pushing him back and down, they’d notice. And as long as they kept pushing him down… Phil and Techno were in danger. 

He reached for them clumsily, pausing when they scrambled away from his hand. Techno jumped out of reach, but Phil was still close enough, so he pulled him in with his fingers and lifted him in a loose fist. He felt the squirming struggles of the human in his hand; it did nothing. Wilbur’s hand barely twitched around Phil. 

When Phil was close enough to hear, he listened.

“Put me down, this is not safe!” Phil was yelling. His voice was strong, but there was a waver in it that Wilbur recognized. It was the same tremor he got when he talked about Wilbur’s mum. Something he’d previously mistaken for sorrow, but was perhaps fear. 

“You’re safer here, Dad,” Wilbur said, then paused. The other giant was still eyeing them, watching the tiny speck that was Phil in his hand. “You will be safe,” he corrected.

Then he brought his hand higher. He’d seen Ranboo do this to Tubbo before; he had every reason to believe it was safe. It had better fucking be safe. 

In his hand, Phil began to kick and thrash. He tried to draw his blade, but his sword arm was thoroughly pinned by Wilbur’s fingers. Carefully, Wilbur pinched the blade and tugged until he felt Phil’s grip give, and he tossed the sword aside. Hopefully Techno would find and retrieve it.

Out of the corner of his eye, Wilbur saw the monster stepping back, tensing again. 

In his hand, his father screamed, startling Wilbur. It was a shriek that trailed off into a desperate sob, something miserable and terrified and panic-filled. 

But the beast was already moving, so in seconds Wilbur shoved Phil into his mouth and shut it tightly. He felt Phil’s boots against his teeth, violently kicking in a last-ditch attempt to save his life, before Wilbur swallowed and rose to his feet. Even as he prepared to fight, he felt the weight settle in his stomach, warm and foreign and moving and fuck that was distracting. He felt a little queasy with the knowledge that that movement was his father’s terrified fighting. 

There was no time to ponder that as a blow from the giant came crashing down on him, and Wilbur was just barely able to brace himself to stop it. He couldn’t fall yet; Techno was still on the ground, small and vulnerable.

The other giant pushed against Wilbur’s arms, and he pushed back. He grit his teeth. A deep rumbling came from somewhere—came from him, he was growling—and with one last heave of strength, he threw the larger monster backwards. They stumbled but didn’t fall. 

“You’re selfish,” the other giant snarled.

Wilbur blinked but didn’t change his posture. “What?” 

“Don’t act innocent,” they growled. “Defending this whole fucking village, eating one in front of me. You’re just showing off, you prick!” 

Realization dawned on Wilbur, and he felt sick with it. This giant thought he was defending the village as his food source. He opened his mouth to protest, but something stopped him. 

If they thought he was defending them as food, would they be more or less likely to leave? If they knew he cared about the villagers, would they use that against him? 

He chose his next words carefully. 

“Why do you think you have a right to this village? I was here first,” he said. 

“Why do you think you have a right to it? They’re just food, you can fucking share—”

“No,” Wilbur snarled. “They’re mine. Only I can e—can eat them. I worked hard for this.”

The other giant took a measured step back, but didn’t look away. “Oh. You can change sizes, right? Have you worked to gain their trust? Lot of work for a meal, I’ll say.” Their eyes flickered to the village—taking in the size of it, the trails of smoke still rising from the chimneys, the broad cobbled pathways. “Well, more like a feast. I guess I understand.” 

Wilbur didn’t trust himself to respond, so instead, he let a low, feral growl rise from him. It was wet with the promise of blood, and as the foreign giant’s eyes roved over his home, he felt he meant it. 

They took another step back. Good. Good. Stay away. 

Wilbur stalked closer, slow, threatening. He could almost see them weighing the risk—deciding if this village was worth a fight with a giant like Wilbur—before they turned tail and ran.

He stood straight and watched their figure disappear into the wilderness. He was so focused on tracking their retreat, that he jerked forwards and yelped when he felt a blade slice his ankle without warning. He turned to see Techno, blood dripping from his sword and a hardened expression on his face. A deep cut stung on Wilbur’s ankle, just barely off-center—Techno must have been aiming for his tendon and missed. 

“What the hell—” he began to say. 

“GET AWAY FROM THE VILLAGE,” Techno screamed. Wilbur froze. He’d never heard Techno scream like that. He sounded… terrified. Hurt. 

Oh fuck. Dad. 

“Techno, look, I can explain—” 

Techno roared and charged again, and Wilbur danced away easily. Techno’s momentum carried him past Wilbur and into a small clearing. He whipped around and snarled. The light shone on him, the sweat glistening on his face, his hair falling from his braid in strings, and the unbridled fury in his eyes that Wilbur could see clearly even from a distance. Seeing that rage directed at him, Wilbur felt a tight pain lance through his chest. He took a step back, caught off-guard. Techno saw him retreat and charged again. Wilbur had to take several more steps back to avoid him. 

“Techno, please, listen, I won’t hurt you,” he begged. 

“I’ll believe you if I ever see my father again, you MONSTER!” Techno snarled and continued to come after him, vaulting over boulders and logs like they were nothing.

He was focused on Wilbur and Wilbur alone, and the shifter was suddenly struck with the thought that his brother was a giant hunter, born and raised. 

He couldn’t get through to him this way. Hating every second of it, he set his jaw, turned, and ran. He ignored Techno’s hoarsely shouted curses and disappeared into the forest. 

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It was nearly nightfall when Wilbur reached the cave. He stopped at the entrance, hand brushing the curtain of vines that concealed it. His other hand drifted to his midsection. 

He could still feel the weight in there. He felt… full. The squirming and fighting had died down a while ago, but when his fingers brushed over the tiny figure inside him, it sparked a new round of kicks and uncomfortable shifting. He groaned. The movement slowed. It seemed to be losing fervor more quickly than before. 

Wilbur dropped his hand and entered the cave.

Ranboo was in the front this time, which he didn’t expect. Evidently, Ranboo didn’t expect company either, because he jumped when the vines shifted and Wilbur ducked inside. 

“Oh, Wilbur, what are you—”

Wilbur grabbed his arms and cut him off. “Please, Ranboo, I ate someone, how do I let him out? I—I know you’ve done this with Tubbo but I don’t know how.” 

Ranboo’s eyes were wide. “Okay, calm down Wilbur, calm down, I—just calm down, okay? Sit down.”

Wilbur took a deep, shuddering breath and released him, leaning back and sitting on his haunches. His eyes were surely dark and stormy as he stared with shaking hands. “How do I get him out?” He said again, quietly. 

Ranboo sorted himself out, coming to sit on his knees in front of Wilbur. “Alright, how long ago?”

“Maybe… twenty minutes?” 

Ranboo nodded. “Okay, that’s fine. Just… you should have muscles that will do it if you flex them, just... they’re hard to find for the first time. Um… the first time, I did it by triggering my gag reflex. So, just touch that back of your throat, okay?”

Wilbur hesitated, then nodded and tentatively stuck his fingers in his mouth. 

As soon as he touched it, his throat convulsed and his abdominal muscles clenched. He felt the body in his stomach startle and move, and then begin to be pushed upwards. He groaned a bit and pulled his fingers out of his mouth. It felt absolutely sick, like throwing up in slow motion. 

He almost startled as he felt a hand on his arm, comforting. When he looked up, Ranboo’s eyes were full of sympathy. “I know it feels bad the first time,” he said. “You’re doing great.” 

Wilbur smiled weakly, then immediately covered his hands with his mouth because Phil was nearly there. Moments later, he coughed out the tiny human into his hands, dripping with saliva and acids that stung his hands. (Had Phil felt those? Was he hurt?)

The body in his hands was shaking. 

“Dad?” he whispered hoarsely. “Are you okay? I didn’t…” his voice wavered. “...hurt you?”

Phil didn’t respond, just stared up at him with wide eyes. With a sinking feeling, Wilbur realized that they were red from crying.

He thought he was going to die, Wilbur thought. He thought I was going to kill him. 

“I’m sorry,” was all he could say, before lowering Phil to the cave floor and gently placing him on the dirt. He stumbled and looked up at him again. 

And he finally spoke. “Why?” he asked. His voice was just as hoarse and battered as Wilbur’s. “Why did you do that?”

Wilbur felt himself become smaller as shame pushed him down. “It was the only safe place,” he said quietly. “I couldn’t let you die. Anywhere else and you would have been in danger. Not just from the other one, but from me too. I could have stepped on you or fallen onto you.”

“Then… why not Techno, too?”

“I tried,” Wilbur admitted. “But I didn’t have time. And he was fighting harder.”

“You didn’t know how to… let me out,” Phil said, accusingly. “I could have died.”

“But you didn’t—” Ranboo began.

“And YOU.” Phil whirled around, turning on him. “You have been eating my son, and I didn’t know? You’ve just been…” Phil trailed off, clearly at a loss for words. “I can’t believe this is happening!” He sounded shrill, hysterical. “I can’t believe… after all these years of protecting… I can’t…” He buried his face in his hands. “Right under my nose,” he groaned. “I can’t believe it.”

Wilbur, now human-sized, stepped softly behind his father and put a hand on his shoulder. Phil flinched, then turned and saw who it was. 

“Dad,” Wilbur said. “I’m sorry. Please. I didn’t want you to die. I didn’t want to scare you.” Unspoken were the words: please don’t be afraid of me.

Phil almost seemed to soften, then. Wordlessly, he pulled Wilbur into a hug and held him tightly.

“Never do that again,” Phil said when he pulled away. “I mean it. To me or your brothers.” 

Wilbur nodded. 

Phil stiffened and turned back to Ranboo, though one arm remained around Wilbur.

“And you,” he said, voice nearly shaking with rage. “You and I will be having a very important talk soon. As soon as I let Techno know I’m okay, you and Tubbo are both going to have some explaining to do.” 

Ranboo nodded quickly, ears flattening in shame and cheeks flushed. “I’m sorry,” he said meekly.

Phil didn’t say anything, but his face and posture practically screamed you’d better be. 

“We should go back,” Wilbur said, trying fruitlessly to take the brunt of Phil’s wrath from Ranboo. “I left Techno in the forest. It’s not safe out there.”

Phil’s gaze lingered on Ranboo a moment longer before turning to the cave entrance. He nodded and began walking. Wilbur followed, shame making him feel smaller yet. He looked back to see Ranboo giving a tentative wave, before ducking through the vines after his father.

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Well, there you go ;P

I have chapter two in the works, but I’m much more picky about the quality than I am about this one, so even though its set later in the timeline, you get this oneshot first. 

[melissa-s23]

mcyt g/t Secret Santa gift!

WOOHOO IT’S FINALLY HERE! My contribution to the @mcyt-gt-events​ for @crystalk17​ !! I’m sorry it took so long, but on the other hand, it’s sitting at about 10.2K words long so yeah XD 

I hope you appreciate this gift, and I apologize for the possible mistakes as I did not proofread this. 

It was a calm day in the lands of a decently populated minecraft server. The sun was slowly making its way upward to the sky as Dream woke up at the house in the middle of the main place, a house that would welcome anyone in the server no matter what. He stretched up and looked at the little notes attached to the day on his calendar. His eyebrow raised, with lazy eyes still, as he read out. 

“Uh, That poet is coming to the server today, I forgot.” 

His lips twitched upward, and he brushed the sleep out of his eyes. With a yawn, he walked down the spiralling stairs into what seemed to be a floor of crafting tables. After softly tapping with the handle of his axe down a few, he smiled and broke one. All of a sudden, he was falling downright, yet his expression was still calm as ever. 

The landing was nicely done, not a single damage done. He looked up and saw the room surrounded by fish and water. He smiled, Walking forward the blackstone covered corridor and onto an office. The sign above the entrance, wearing the smile his mask shared, was drawn above the title: “Admin room.” 

He entered and looked upon a long metallic drawer next to a wall. He crouched down, opening the lower drawer and meeting rows upon rows of folders. He searched a bit through them until he found one labelled “Wilbur Soot.” 

A pleased smile on his face, Dream got up and opened the file, meeting the small pile of official paper, an identification file, and the letter from which the very same file was created.

“Hello Admin of the dream SMP. 

I hope this letter finds you well. I contact you because my son, Wilbur, has found interest in your lands. He is a man full of convictions and I’m sure his project could create valuable assets to your SMP. He also seems to have some contact around, so you won’t have to bother showing him around. I shall also come again to help him adjust the first few days. Keep me informed about your decision. 

-Philza.” 

Dream scoffed at the formality, but the envelope had his own signature, a sign that the gates of this world would be open for the newcomer. After filling in the required papers for an hour, he closed the file, put it back and closed it before opening a soft, crepe-covered box sitting at the edge of the table. He opened it, and here laid his porcelain mask. He grabbed it before lacing the two strings together, his face hidden. He gazed upon the seemingly empty seat, knowing full well the presence sat in it. 

“Don’t look at me like that, Callahan. I like the mask, I’m not gonna stop wearing it anytime soon.” 

With a supposed silence, he cracked a smile before waving and, taking a deep breath, walked back, ready to interact with people again. 

---

Clothes in suitcases, bags full of memories and useless items, and a belt with utilities. Everything was ready. 

The man with a beanie put on his backpack, and turned only for his smile to fall at the sight of the man in a bucket hat.

“Are you really gonna grab my hand like it’s middle school?” 

“It’s not that, Will. I know you’re plenty capable. This land is… There’s a lot going on, over there. If you show up with me, people will think twice before bringing you into a war.” 

“Oh my god can we not talk about this again-”

“Politics, Wilbur!! You put us to trial!” Phil exclaimed.

“..Okay, for my defence, it was pretty funny.” Wilbur added with a cheeky smile.

“I swear, you fuckin’”

“Hey, it’s not my fault you decided it would be fun to try WORLD DOMINATION.” Wilbur called out. “I just did my job as a judge.” 

“Yeah, right.” Phil grumbled. “Let’s not waste more time here, we’re gonna be late. Got anything you need?” 

Wilbur looked down at his pockets and back at the guitar he was holding. “Yeah, pretty much.”

The two looked at each other and smiled before Wilbur pulled out the paper that appeared on his desk this morning, a series of numbers written on it.  

“Oh, grand deity of this world, open the door to this world of the unknown!” He chanted to his father’s exasperation. 

“And Wil” the son turned around. “Try to keep your… shenanigans secret.” 

“Come on” he rolled his eyes “I’m not gonna shrink down at sight.” 

They stared at each other, and before Wilbur could nod, the two found themselves in pitch black.

--- For a good ten minutes, Dream waited in the mess of rocks and broken fundations they called a spawn. It wasn’t that bad once you were used to it, but he told himself he would have to clean it up at some point. Finally, a bright light appeared, taking the form of two individuals. Soon enough, colours painted the forms and the two men were sitting in the grass. 

Wilbur opened his eyes tentatively and looked around. His expression morphed into confusion as he met rubbles. When he heard a chuckle, he met the man of the hour. 

“Oh, hey Dream.” Wilbur simply said. 

“Hello! And welcome to my server.” He waved his arms around. “The rest of it is prettier, I reassure you.” The brunette chuckled. 

“Yeah, I kinda hoped so. Should we get going already?”“Oh, it would be my pleasure to show you around.” Dream said, welcoming the winged man with a shake of hands and the brunette with a nod. 

----

The tour ended up taking most of the day. They checked the community house, in which Wilbur was welcomed to sleep if he didn’t have a house yet, the monarch’s castle, the multiple towers shaped with stones of all sorts. Multiple signs built in the air, all the farms, and as they returned to the community portal, Wilbur was offered a couple materials to start any construction he wanted and a decent armour for protection, and Dream listed him the couple pieces of lands that could be used as he pleased. 

“Oh you don’t have to worry” scoffed Wilbur, lightly. “I won’t need a lot of space, I can guarantee you.” While dream chuckled at the humorous tone, the father’s smile deflated a bit. 

“And why is that?” Dream perked up. “Oh, well, I’m quite the humble man,” Wilbur smiled. But the voice was too sweet and the smile too innocent, which of course meant he was guilty of something. 

“Right.” He responded simply. By the looks Phil gave the brunette, the two were not so secretly partners in crime. “Well,” Dream announced, putting his hands in the jacket, “I guess I’ll see you around then!” Wilbur’s eyes widened and he rushed “Oh, of course. I don’t want to bother you any longer, I’m sure the server needs a lot of maintenance.” 

Lips pinched behind the mask, and he replied “Yeah. It’s quite the work. Lots of projects to be finished. Lots of… maintenance.” 

“Right, right.” Wilbur smiled, and with a salute, the green man disappeared. 

They stayed glued to the ground for a moment, stunned in silence. A small glim appeared in one’s eyes and without a cue, Wilbur jumped, leaving Phil yelping, and then, Poof. Smoke seemed to emerge from where the man stood and just like that, he disappeared. Phil’s eyes widened, and at the realisation of what was happening, he threw his arms below where the smoke appeared. A soft thud was heard, and as the smoke softly disappeared, the man in a bucket hat was left groaning. 

“Wiiiilll” He dragged out, hearing a high pitch laugh from below. The smoke left entirely, revealing the brunette, now shrunk down to be as tall as his father’s finger. Comfortably sitting in the palm of Phil’s hand with a cheeky smile, he was brought to eye level with the man. “OOHH this is awesome, Phil!!! Did you see all the builds they’ve done!! And all the scuffed structures!! OOhh this is gonna be the borrower’s DREAM!!” He threw his arms in the air, falling flat on the palm and bursted out laughing. 

“Wilbur I told you to be careful with that!” Phil whispered-screamed. “You don’t know what people will do if they learn about your powers!” 

“Come on!” He giggled again, standing back up. “It’s just sizeshifting from human to tiny. What harm can it bring?”  he casually put his hands in his pockets.

“A lot,” Phil replied deadpan. “It can  bring a LOT of harm. You don’t know every creature that haunts the server.” 

“Oh, right, I’m tooootally scared of creepers, phil.” he said, tone akin to a pouty teenager.

“You’re no fun” he said with a smile “You know I prefer to be like this. The world seems so much bigger! So much fuller…” 

“I…Well, yeah, but I won’t be able to carry you around now. You gotta deal with that on your own.” With that, he put Wilbur to sit on his shoulder and started walking. 

“Yeah, yeah. I know how to adjust, dad, I’ve been doing it for the past, what, 25 years?” Phil simply hummed, no condescendence, no frustration, simply an affirmation. Wilbur stared at the road that seemed miles below him, shifting from grass to wood to dirt as they travelled in minutes what would otherwise take hours. As the ride went on, Wilbur grabbed a blond hair and played with it. “I’ll handle myself fine, phil. I know how to take care of myself.” The tone was quiet, and ended in silence. It dragged out too long for pleasure, while the father didn’t seem to mind. “Where are we going?” he perked up.

“I’m bringing you to the base I made here. Would be a good starting point.” Philza declared, feeling soft tugs on his head, knowing full well his son was braiding his hair in hundreds of little braids or knots. His son always liked to do that. Since he was but a child, he felt comfort in being small, being around Phil who was so big compared to him. It was a sign of trust, that his son knew Phil would treat him with nothing but care, even when he could make himself more fragile than glass. And in return, Wilbur came up with more unique acts of intimacy. Phil’s only human body was the playground for the puny thing, and he learned to play all sorts of games. He liked his son, but his unique ability couldn’t help but worry him. Because he knew some places were full of danger… and he knew the ground they were walking on was one of them.

By the time they arrived in the cottage, the sun set. Phil climbed the stairs to the attic and Wilbur gasped as a tiny made up bed was placed on Phil’s desk, along with some miniature furniture scattered everywhere.  “OOH Phil!! You really didn’t have to.” He cheered, to which the father only chuckled. 

“Well, I knew you’d want to have your little adventures, so I figured I might try and help with that.” As Wilbur hugged one of the fingers he was next to, Phil ruffled his son’s hair with his thumb. The poor boy was losing his balance from the soft gesture, but both knew it was safe. 

Wilbur looked around for a bit before settling in on his bed, Philza doing the same with his own. And the moon now being the only light to seek, two pairs of eyes fell asleep.—--

The moon shone over the cold grass, now settled high in the sky. The man with a mask had been walking for hours on end now, and only now did the shadow of a building come to view. He lifted his head and walked forward. As he looked up, his head rose and rose, taking in the view of this gigantic manor, larger than life itself, standing in front of the tiny human. The sight of it alone could have one drown in it. The door alone grew at dozens of feet tall, with windows at least half as large. The sight alone still made him gulp. 

Despite the familiarity of this place, he still couldn’t shake the eerie feeling that came with being so out of scale. But knowing what was waiting inside, the nervousness practically melted away and with a soft smile, he knocked at the door with a certain rhythm, a certain pattern. He waited for a few seconds, and something responded. 

The knock, same rhythm and timing resonated through the surrounding, the door itself moved from the careful impact and the sound resonated through his body. With a smile, he put his hand over the door handler and, with quite the effort, he opened the door. The creaking sound could be heard from miles around.

 Fortunately, and purposefully, the manor was in the middle of a plain as wide as empty. Not a single life form could hope to hear a sound from here. Which was a perfect place for this mansion to be.

“Hello Tommy.” He welcomed while stepping in, not deigning to look up at the source of the shadow looming over the whole entrance. 

“Hello!” A voice boomed, sending a tremor through his body. The voice was made low and raspy on purpose, a distinct tone Dream learned to recognize.The exaggeration was gone as it stated “You have your mask on still” 

“Oh.” Dream’s eyes widened. In a matter of seconds, he untied the noose at the back of his head and carefully removed the mask out of his face.. “Sorry about that” Dream chuckled, turning around and stepping forward to the hall. “I’m sorry I’ve been away for a few days, I had to stay in the mainland. You know how it is.” 

He felt movement, and before he could react, a hand larger than himself went and grabbed him in a fist. His eyes widened at the pace at which he was being lifted up, and then it came to view.

The owner of the hand, which took the form of a blond, curly haired teenage boy, with sharp eyes and a hunchbacked nose, wearing a red t-shirt underneath a blue sweater lifted him up . The eyes as tall as the admin’s chest eyed the man like he was candy. And then it hit.

“Doesn’t matter, you’re here now!! Oooh, I missed you, big man!” Just like that, he was pressed against the teenager’s cheek in a show of affection. Dream grumbled, though it held no discomfort. “Tommyyy…” 

“What? I can’t say hello to my super awesome brother now?” Tommy asked. 

“It’s not- urgg.. you are so clingy.” Dream sighed, and Tommy stopped his action to hold the human in a gentle, loose fist. He got up and started walking, all while his fingers softly ruffled the dirty blond hair. 

“Did you have fun out there?” Asked Tommy, careful to take steady steps so as to not startle the human.

“Eh, it wasn’t too bad.” Told Dream, eyeing down the massive stairs before the two climbed up. “I talked with Callahan for a bit-”

“Ah, your imaginary friend.” 

“- Not imaginary. And I checked around! Saw a few people here and there, you know I still need to make them think I live in the main area.” 

“I know” Tommy said, disappointment clear in his tone. Dream’s eyebrows pitched for a second, and then raised. 

“By the way, we have a new member on the server!” He couldn’t see Tommy’s face, especially if below him like that, but he felt the finger wrapped tightly around him. He looked up, only able to see a chin and a neck, and the pace fastened. 

The air washed over the dirty blond hair like a hurricane , while the younger didn’t seem phased in the slightest. Dream was brought closer to the chest and the two arrived in front of a door no one could even try to open. It was metres wide and rising at 50ft tall. And the teenager grabbed the handle, and without a sweat of his brow, the door opened.

Dream never went to Tommy’s room without his permission, firstly because of boundaries, and second because the sight of it was always overwhelming, the entrance of the room alone would have sent anyone into a vertigo

And yet, the giant still had to duck down to be able to enter it. 

Dream frowned at the view, and immediately his mind wandered again. By the time his thought came to mouth, he was on the desk, in what used to be a giant plant pot turned into a one-room heaven the teenager made for the masked man, while he himself sat on the immense mattress.

“You’ve grown.” He said, more to himself. 

“I know,” Tommy simply replied. There was no anger or sadness in his tone, just light heartedness. “Do you think your imaginary friend will lend you cool powers again? You know, so we can adjust the roof higher.” 

Dream’s face fell with a teasing sigh“First of: Callahan is a real being who you’ve talked to already-”

“-That’s what you like to imagine-”

“- And second: I can’t ask him just yet. His powers are on maintenance.” 

At that, Tommy raised an eyebrow. Before Dream explained it properly, the teenager cut him to it. 

“Oh, right. Tell me about the new guy!!” He waved his hands around excitedly, to which dream could only smile fondly. 

“You never go there, why do you want to know about everyone?” 

“Because!” Tommy exclaimed, “I want to know what happens out there! I may be ‘stuck’ here, but I can give you ideas on how to cause mayhem!” The two laughed. 

“Alright, well, his name’s Wilbur” he started “and, he’s a poet from what.. from what phil told me”

“Oh, so he likes to write?” 

“Eh, probably. Pretty sure he likes musicals and stuff.” 

“Like Hamilton?” 

“Like Hamilton.” Dream nodded, to which the blond grinned.

“Oh I like him already.” He clapped. He looked back at Dream and the next moment, the admin was cupped between two hands and rapidly brought to an immense chest. The admin yelped, but otherwise let himself guide by the soft grip.

Tommy plummeted back on the bed, staring at the green man with seemingly blurred eyes. Dream simply smiled at the boy and after a few seconds, a finger was slowly ruffling his hair. 

See, dream met Tommy under… peculiar conditions. Despite their now close bond, the day they met would have brought him quite a few night terrors afterwards. Though looking back on it, it was one he would treasure for the rest of his experience on the server. 

It was pretty early on, only the original eight were living in the lands, and the community house had just been finished. Plans of inviting new members were only just being worked on. It was peaceful. Chaotic, full of petty conflicts, and absolutely perfect.

One night, it was, Dream wanted to explore more of the far lands. It was said that the one who had seen every colour of the grass and every colour of a tree would be granted a silent blessing. It was one amongst many, those little blessings called achievements for many. Dream wanted the blessing, and he wanted adventure. So he grabbed food, armour and potions and went on his journey. 

It took him many days of exploration and changing weather. He saw flowers blossom and wither, it was a silent promise of time passing while he would remain unchanged for now. 

A rainy night reminded him of his mortality. 

A storm, raging through the forest in which Dream tried to find refuge. The many undead trying to crawl to his skin as he ran slowly gave birth to scars and eventually, very low health. He had no bed, nor had he the distance necessary to close his eyes.

As he ran, exhausted and trying to gain some absorption from the golden apples left, that is when he saw him behind the trees. 

Him.

It was a form, taller than any adult he’s ever met. They probably could tower over badboyhalo  by the way only crouching, it was taller than himself. 

Unfortunately for the green man, his rapid breathing was received, and the big guy turned around to reveal- 

Oh, such a childish face. 

Behind his mask, Dream’s eyes widened, and he yelped as an arrow pierced through his shoulder. What appeared to be a giant child spoke up, voice as young as its looks. 

“Oh, shit, get here!”

If Dream had any more survival instinct, any less attracted to danger, had any less of a death wish, he’d run away from both creatures. 

Which is why in a matter of seconds, he dashed towards the voice. 

He screamed as a hand as tall as his waist grabbed him, bringing him close to a shoulder he could practically sit on. His breath was caught in his throat, and he realised that at this height, it was impossible for any creeper or zombie to even try and touch him. He was maintained in equilibrium by the hand, enormous to his view. His balance was disturbed as the child got up and jogged away from the forest, into a plain biome.

It took a good hour, but eventually, the undead burned to the light of the sun, and the same hand that took him harshly then now carefully scooped him up. With a huff, Dream was brought to the ground, and he looked up to now be face to face with the giant. 

“Hello.” It greeted. 

“...Hey!” Dream replied, voice light. “What uh…. What are you doing here?” 

The child blinked, then looked around. “... uh… I don’t know, living?” 

Dream smirked, amused at the response. “Really? Are you alone? Do you have any parents? A sibling?” 

“What the fuck are you talking about?” They replied instead, to which the masked man wheezed. 

“What’s with your face, anyway? It’s always still…” The giant remarked.

Dream looked up before he brought his hand to his face, touching porcelain. “That’s my mask.” He stated. The child only turned their head like a curious pup. “I wear it so people don’t know what my face looks like.” 

“Oh…. Are you a bad guy?” 

“Eehh, I don’t know all about that.” 

That was the first conversation they had. And it was supposed to be the last. 

After that day, Dream decided to go home. “What’s a home?” asked the blond. “It’s where I sleep and eat and see my friends.”Dream explained, and he lamented “I wish I had a home”

“Maybe one day, you’ll find enough woods to build yourself a little something!” was his wish and with that, they parted. 

It sure was an interesting discovery, but that was the point of his adventures. He wondered if the giant was more of a mob, which would be why he managed to get into these lands without a letter or approval. But oh well, that one time encounter would leave unanswered questions, and Dream had no problem with that.

He walked for days, travelled lands and seas, and he made it back to the beloved start of a community. 

His return was done with food and music all night long, Dream talked about his adventures into nether forests and drylands and his friends listened with stars in their eyes, and a promise to start planning expansions the very next day. The party ended at ungodly hours and as the green man landed on a white sheet bed, he closed his eyes and sank to rest. 

…. 

Rest very rudely interrupted by shaking and screams. 

He yelped, realising he was in the arms of a usually friendly creeper. “SAM!! What the hell is wrong with you??” 

“Dream!!” Sam continued to shake, though much more lightly. “There’s a giant outside.” 

All movement stopped at once. 

“... A what?” 

“Yeah! He says his name is Tommy, and that he’s looking for you.” The creeper hybrid looked nothing if not confused and panicked. 

“...What?” 

Needless to say, he got out of bed pretty quickly. 

Glad for his weird habit of keeping the mask in his sleep, he only grabbed his green jacket and rushed towards the stairs and onto the communit- 

Oh. 

He stopped dead in his tracks as a head laid at the roof of the community house, seemingly higher than the building as the child was in a laid back position. His eyes wandered around the water, seemingly observing the fishes. At the sound of footsteps, he turned to meet the porcelain mask and of course it was the same child from a week ago. 

“It’s you!!’ He exclaimed, causing both green men to cover their ears. Dream used the wood in his hands to build a tower and reach the roof as fast as possible before hushing the blond. 

“What the hell are you doing here?? How did you follow me?!?” Dream exclaimed.

“You KNOW him??” Sam did as well

“Of course I know him, I saved him.” Replied the giant, as if he was the one addressed. 

Sam frowned before looking at Dream, who after a second of processing, pinched the bridge of his nose. “Ooh my god.” 

The child, or Tommy rather, explained how “Dream was the first human he saw, and he talked about this cool ‘home’ stuff so I tried to follow him back home, so I could see what a home was.”

“This one looks cool.” He said, head maintained by his hand while the other knocked softly on the rooftop. Dream gulped. 

“Well, yeah but … You can’t- you can’t stay here, Tommy.” He tried.

“Why not?” 

“I don’t even know what you are! It was supposed to be the eight of us here.” 

“... You and the green skinned guy, that’s not eight people.” 

Sam chuckled despite himself and Dream sighed. “Whatever, I can build you your own home if you want. Just… Not around here.” 

When he looked up, the blond’s eyes were wide open, stars in them and his expression was full of surprise and hope. Apprehension built in his chest.

“...Really? You’d… build me a home?” The giant spoke, barely above a whisper.

Dream hesitated for a bit, looking at his friend who only shrugged as if that was any sort of help, and he cringed internally as he said. “...Yeah! I guess.” 

Oh, What a terrible idea.

Before any sort of warning was made, Dream was back in a hand and brought to the sky at an alarming speed. 

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING???” 

“Bringing you with me so you can build me a home!!” 

“Should I call the hunters, Dream?” 

“I- I don’t know???” he admitted, before turning towards the giant face. “Can you put me to the ground, Tommy? Please??”

The locomotion stopped, and he was brought back to the roof of the community house. Still trying to regain his balance and not throw up his dinner, he looked at Tommy who was confused. 

“...You said you were gonna build me a house.” Tommy’s eyebrow furrowed, unsure.

Dream hid his face in his hands while Sam chuckled. “You haven’t been around a lot of people, have you?” the creeper hybrid said.

“Nope. A few travellers here and there, but most ended up running away screaming.” The giant explained. 

“This is gonna take so long.” groaned Dream, muffled with the mask and his head. While his friend chuckled, the new improvised member of the server hummed in confusion.

That meeting was…. Eventful.

Dream was brought back to reality with a shaking growl. He looked up, noticing he was now trapped in the warm embrace that was Tommy’s hands. Funny to think the hand that could now envellop him alone was at first not taller than his legs. The feeling on his skin informed him that while doing all that remembering, Tommy took joy in fidgeting with him, ruffling his hair or gently tapping his shoulders or other little acts of carefulness that soothed the boy. He perked up. 

“Have you eaten today?” 

Tommy lifted his hand up, giant eyes meeting the ever smaller ones. “... The food ran out this morning.”  

“Oh.” Dream got up immediately, jumping out the soft surface of the shirt only to be scooped back in as the blond stood up. “You should have messaged me.” 

“I don’t want to make a misscomand and make it appear to everyone.” He walked, and as the two arrived at the stairs, Tommy brought Dream at eye level, the two starred before grinning. The hold hardened, securing Dream and the two yelled. 

“Off to the kitchen we go!!!” And Tommy RAN down the stairs, a rush of adrenaline sending the two into a fit of laughter. 

Arrived at the kitchen counter, Dream was softly put down to a solid surface, while Tommy rested next to the stove, pulling out a pan from a drawer. A small, dark emerald green colored chest laid at the edge of it. With a smile, Dream opened it and pulled out a cloth bag bigger than himself. Tommy gasped and clapped his hands with joy. 

“OOOOhhohohoh!! We’re gonna eat good tonight!!” 

“Well, I can’t have you, you know, starve to death or something.”

“Yeah, it’d be kind of a dick move.” The other replied and the two laughed.  He dragged the bag a few feet until the giant grabbed it and opened it, putting the various ingredients in pots or pans depending on which fit best. Dream smile, soon enough being softly grabbed and put next to the stove, watching Tommy cook. 

The appliance was still surprisingly fit despite the change of height that came with Tommy’s growth. At that he was glad. He watched as his secret protege cut food and manoeuvred the pans to make sure the butter covered every part. It was rough and a bit uncertain at times, but there was a smoothness to it that only showed it was a familiar activity. (He still vividly remembers the first burnt cupcakes he tried to bake: way too big for him, covered in more coal than frosting and positively uneatable.That didn’t stop the boy from trying again the weeks that followed.) With a bit of time and cooking, two plates were put on the counter as well as a tiny chair for Dream, and they started eating.

“Mh! It’s good!” 

“You like it?” Tommy said with a grin.

“Yeah! It’s nice. You’ve become a great cook, Tommy.”

Absolutely beaming, the two shared stories and anecdotes from the past days. 

Once plates were empty, the two stayed in the kitchen for a while. Voice rather quiet, Tommy asked. 

“... You think I’ll get to see this one?” 

Dream turned around with an inquisitive hum. 

“The new guy. I’d like to meet him.” 

“... You know it’s… risky.” 

“Last time it went well.” Tommy’s face was hanging low, but not yet sad. 

“Last time there were only eight of us around. Now, there’s dozens. You can’t-”

“I can’t adjust to them, I know. I’m…. I just…. Just one day, Dream. That’s my wish.” 

Dream’s eyebrows pinched, and as Tommy picked him up to bring him to his room, he sighed. 

“... I’ll try and see what I can do.” 

—--

Wilbur woke up that morning with a grumpy expression, and a messy nest for hair.

A few seconds after his coffee, Wilbur actually woke up and with a smile.

Today was his first day in the lands of the Dream SMP, so he had to make something out of it!

With a stretch of his arms, a brand new yellow jumper from his collection and some more caffeine in his vein, He puts on his beanie and his guitar, and goes through the nether portal with Phil. 

The road was long, though far from exhausting, and before he finished distracting his mind they were in the main city. 

“So,” Philza turns his gaze to him. “What are you planning to do today?” 

Wilbur shrugged, a cheeky smile on his face. “Probably get to know everyone a bit better, maybe explore a build or two, …Maybe a bit of mayhem.”

“Wil-”

“-They wouldn’t even notice. So!” He clapped his hands. “Should we get going?” 

With a sigh, the winged man followed. 

A few people here and there allowed him to know more about the locals and cultures, all helped by additional information coming from Philza. 

“I see. Where can I see Dream, then? If there’s an issue or a conflict?” 

His father only laughed. “If there’s a conflict, you better learn to solve it yourself. That green man isn’t gonna help. He’s barely around. Yesterday was a courtoisie.” 

Wilbur’s brow furrowed. “...Well, how come?” 

“He’s a traveller.” Came Phil. “He never stays here for multiple days, let alone talk to a lot of people.” 

“... Uh.” 

“He only shows for important events, and like I said: conflict here is not any sort of occasion.”

The rest of the morning was done talking to people. Purpled, Fundy, Skeppy, Sam, from whom he got an interesting perspective. Of course, his father’s answer didn’t satisfy him, so in the conversations, he usually let out a few casual questions about the admin. 

“Oh, Well, Dream has a lot to see outside the lands.” he said. “... Taking care of everything on the server often requires him to step back.” 

“Is there anything to take care of outside the lands, though?”

“Eehh, it depends on what he wants to do with the untouched biomes.” 

With this totally casual answer, the conversation shifted to the architecture and foundations of certain buildings. 

Still, that porcelain mask wearing admin still left some unanswered questions in his mouth. 

Though the joy that came with the adventures in the castle, an immense building who’s creaks in the walls and vent system made for a wonderful adventure when turned smaller than a mouse. 

The whole afternoon, he crawled through all hidden paths and created himself small bridges connecting the whole thing together. After around 2 hours of creating himself a tiny maze, he heard a door open. He went to one of the cracks and met red robe and shiny crown. They sat on a throne made for them, rising up with a good 8ft tall back. Soon enough, another familiar step echoed and the winged man appeared. 

“It’s been a while since you demanded to see me, Philza.” They said.

“Yeah, well you know I usually stay away from any sort of royalty.” They laughed. 

As the conversation continued, Wilbur chose to sit down between the stones and opened his book. Noting all the details and behaviours he should keep in mind. The two seemed to be on good terms by the way they laughed together. Phil talked about his adventures on the other servers, and asked the monarch, called Eret, to keep an eye on his son when he would be gone. 

“Being a traveller as always, I see.” They remarked.

“Yeah” Phil admitted. “This server is nice, but way too social for my taste.” Eret laughed at that. “Too many petty conflicts.” 

“I understand. This server is quite full of mortals, after all.” 

“... If he ever gets caught in one of those, Please send a crow to me. He is no fighter.”

“I’ll see to it.” Was Eret’s confirmation. Phil thanked the man before walking away. 

With a soft smile, Wilbur couldn’t help but think about his father’s overprotectiveness. “He really is suspicious of this place, huh?” 

Wilbur stood up, ready to go back into his little tunnels. Two steps in however and the monarch spoke up. 

“I didn’t know Phil had a little squirrel for a son.” 

He froze, before turning back to the little gap of light.

“I’m not gonna tell the angel, don’t worry.” 

“How did you even see me? You were looking at Phil the whole time.” Wilbur asked, sitting by the edge, dangling his legs. 

“I’m just observant.” They replied easily. “It’s necessary around here.” 

At that he frowned. “... Are the lands that dangerous?” 

“Not necessarily.” replied the monarch. “But very few people will be honest with you from the start. Just like you hide your shifting, everyone has their nasty closets they hide.” 

“... Is there any other shifter around here?” Asked Wilbur, in an act of childish hope. 

His eyes widened as the monarch answered. “Perhaps.” 

He lifted his head, looking straight into pitch black sunglasses. They only smiled lightly. 

Not another word was spit. 

When Wilbur returned to the cottage, it was late. He was tired, and today brought him more questions than what would keep his mind at ease. He looked at his father, who was working on a project of his. He looked back, and his expression softened. Wilbur immediately came to him and shifted, being cupped in warm hands in a matter of seconds. And as exhaustion from his mind put him to sleep, only one thought remained. 

“I’m not alone.”

—

The second day, he saw Dream return. The conversation was short though as he chose to spend his day scribbling and looking around. 

The fourth day, Dream was gone again. The same words left everyone’s mouth. “He’s a traveller, he’s always like that.” 

The sixth day, he tried to talk to Sam, who for one never muttered the exact sentence. He knew the words were carefully picked not to construct a lie, but to simply mislead. 

The seventh and eighth, he talked to his father about all the wonders of the lands. It snowed so they had hot chocolate. Phil simply sat next to his desk while Wilbur laid down on the bed, arms up.  

“I’m glad you seem to enjoy yourself here. I’m really glad.” Phil said, spoon spinning the hot chocolate “It’s been a while since you properly enjoyed your stay.” 

Wilbur smiled, soft. “When you’re here, it often makes things more enjoyable.

Neither replied, and both bathed in the warmth they rarely got to experience.

A week went by and another was flying, and he built himself his home next to Phil’s, got to know a bit more of everyone, and see Dream in what seemed to be flashes. He’d come, he’d go, such was the admin. 

About two weeks in, Wilbur figured out something was off.

Whenever he asked about the admin’s disappearances, everyone brushed it off as him being a very adventurous traveller more than anything. But it wasn’t enough. It was almost like a pattern.

Going away every two nights, staying away for about a day and a half. 

“I’m just building something. Something big. But it’s not finished yet.” was his excuse. But compared to all the ruins and half finished building, why would he hide it?

And in the back of his mind, there was this silent hope. A desperate little thing of light sparked up by the words of the monarch. 

So of course, he decided to investigate. 

“Absolutely not. I’m not helping you with it.” 

“COME ON, PHIL!! I can’t just go up to him and ask him to reveal his secret plans or what have you!” He explained. “I need you!” 

“Absolutely not.” Phil shook his head. “I don’t want you to be caught and dragged in one of their wars.” At that the brunette scoffed.

“Come on, ‘A war’? I’m just investigating! Dream is not the only one allowed to roam around, is he?” 

A silence, and a frown from his dad was the answer he needed. 

“If it’s not you, I’ll find somebody else anyway.” He admitted. “I already have a few picks.” 

“And what would you want me to say, huh?” Phil turned, with nothing but annoyance on his face. That only made Wilbur’s smile grow. A reluctant acceptance that was.

“Well you can say you have a deal to make with him! I don’t know, propose to connect the two servers! Say you can bring some of the earth’s heritage to him! Just something that you can improvise on for long enough that I have time to explore.” 

Philza glared. He glared for a long time, and his son didn’t bulge. Until eventually, he sighed. 

“You are gonna get us in so much shit, Wilbur.” 

“Not if we don’t get caught.” he simply giggled. And just like that, the next day, they were brainstorming. 

—

After quite the work and cryptic discussion with Sam and some surprising hints from Eret, they made a plan. 

“Alright, you got everything in mind?” Wilbur asked, bouncing around from excitement. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m gonna play your little script.” Phil rolled his eyes, though he was everything but mad. 

“Go on, wanna rehearse another time?? Just to be sure.” 

“I’m fine, thank you.” 

The brunette grabbed him by the arm and letting out the buzzing excitement of starting his genius plan, sent the two running towards the nether portal. 

By the time they could touch the grass again, he had calmed down. Approaching the community house, they shared a glance and like they’ve done a million times before, Wilbur shifted, hiding himself in one of the angel’s many pockets. 

“Did you set it up correctly?” Wilbur whispered.

“Yes!” Phil replied before laughing. “My god, I literally showed you the messages. He’ll be here in a second!” 

“Alright alright! Just making sure.” 

And with that, they waited. 

It only took a few moments, but Phil jumped as a “Hello” came from right behind him. He snapped toward the green man who chuckled at the reaction. “Sorry I scared you” He said without an ounce of regret. Phil got up with an “It’s alright.” 

“So, what did you want to talk about?” 

“Well, I wanted to share a bit of a project.” He admitted. 

“Oh?” 

“Yeah. I have an idea in mind. A project, or rather investment, that could be quite interesting for this server.” 

Dream blinked behind that porcelain mask. “...Oh.” 

Phil nodded, and he asked. “Well, what is it then?” 

“Well, this certainly isn’t a place to talk about that. I feel like it’d be better to get to a place away from here.” 

Dream stared. “... I don’t see how this can’t be a place to do so.” 

“Sneaky listeners, Dream. They’re everywhere. Crows or words in a journal, this is a private matter, we can’t have such a discussion in the mainland.”

“... What’s all this about, anyway? You’ve never been an entrepreneur.”  

“Well, it’s actually Wilbur who came up with the idea but, as it is right now, the conversation will be between us.” 

“... You really want to do this outside the mainland, do you?” Phil nodded. 

Dream paced around, Phil's eyes following. 

“With all your adventures outside, didn’t you find any structure of that sort?” Phil proposed, feeling a small shift in his pocket. 

Dream stopped moving, his back to Phil, and after a second, he turned. 

“... I… may have a building like that in mind.” Phil’s eyes widened. “Rea-”

“But I would need a couple days to readjust some things. We’d need to reschedule the meeting.” 

Face half incredulous, he took a more laid back pose. “I am a patient man. As long as we are away from the mainland and in a place where no one can listen to us, I’m fine.” 

“... Give me three days.” Said Dream. “Three days, and I’ll give you the coords.” 

Philza nodded, and they shook hands.

—-----

“I’m actually surprised it worked.” 

“SEE?” squeaked Wilbur playing with the blond hair again, “I’m an actual genius. This is gonna be awesome.”

“Well, I still don’t know how you’re gonna make him believe you managed to make me Admin of the previous server, but…” 

“Phil” Wilbur scoffed. “You got the entire world in your hand. It’s easy to assume you got a reward for it.” 

“... Perhaps.” They arrived home, and Phil looked in the mirror, observing the new braids his son crafter on the way back. Meanwhile, the brunette was dangling his legs around, joyous with the success of today. 

“Three days, Phil,” He whispered. “In three days, I’ll see whatever it is he’s hiding.” 

“Well, let’s just hope you don’t get caught for it.” Phil sighed with a smile.

—

Dream slammed the door of the manor shut. Tommy wasn’t even waiting for him today, so the sound made him run to the entrance. The green man barely greeted the boy when he blurted out. “Tommy, I made a horrible mistake.” 

Raising his eyebrow, Tommy simply grabbed the man and paced around wherever Dream pointed. 

“This is gonna be so bad. This is gonna be so bad. Why did I accept this deal, I am so dumb oh my god-” 

“What’s happening?” Asked the blond, lightly.

“I have three days to hide this entire frickin’ mansion.” Tommy froze, then lifted his hand so he and Dream could make eye contact. 

“What?” 

“Yeah.” the green man stood up. “Phil said he has a deal for the server or something, but he wants it to be in a place far away from everything and like a dumbass I proposed we met here!” 

While Dream continued his ramble, Tommy’s eyes blurred. The sentence repeated times and times again in his head until he whispered, out of breath. “People are gonna come here.” 

“..Y-Yeah.” 

“... I will see people-”

“- Wowowo, Tommy I-” 

“-I’m gonna SEE PEOPLE, DREAM!!!”  He sent the human flying in the air before catching him up and spinning on himself. “THIS IS FUCKING AWESOME!!! FINALLY!!! OOHH THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!” 

‘Oh god.’

‘He thinks I did it for him.’

“..I… You won’t be able to actually see them in 3 days, but I … can… I- AM starting to work on it, actually!” He lied through his teeths, and Tommy’s face brightened like it rarely did, nowadays. 

“Thank you thank you thank you!!” 

“But for now, we need to build a cover up.” He hushed, panic rising slowly at the reminder.

“Oh, right. Where do we start?”

—

Turns out, 3 days flew way too quickly, and all they came up with was Dream’s room rearranged to appear like a meeting room, and a bunch of scaffolding everywhere to make it seem like it was all under construction. 

“That… should be good enough, right?” 

“As long as no one leaves this fuckin’ room.” Tommy said, sitting in the corridor by the entrance of the room. “I guess I’ll just stay in my room for the afternoon, is that fine?” 

“Yeah. I mean, you can roam around if you want, you just need to be sneaky.” 

“Fine by me. So now?” 

“Now.. We wait.”

—

Tucked in a pocket, on the road for a good hour now, Wilbur and Phil travelled many biomes trying to get to the coords. Phil sighed. "his place is a fucking bunker or what?"

"I told you he was hiding something." Declared the brunette. Their eyes gazed forward as the shadow of a place showed itself. Phil frowned as they had another thousand blocks until they arrived. The more they walked, the more their faces grew to pure shock. 

"What the fuck?" 

"Is that a fucking castle??"

Raising at hundreds of feet tall with windows that looked like stained glass and a door just as imposing was a structure akin to a manor. The two were left breathless as they approached this otherworldly building. Though it was now entirely in view, the build seemed to grow with no end in sight as they got closer and closer. They were about 20 feet away from the entrance when they gazed down. 

"Phil! You're here." 

That was Wilbur's cue to sneak down the pocket, letting the darkness of the fabric surround him. Phil took a grounding breath and took the final strides to meet the admin.

"Hello Dream." 

"Hello! Glad to see you made it here! How are you doing?"

“Oh, I’m doing fine.” He said. “Didn’t expect the road to be this long but like you said, this place is the perfect spot to discuss.” He looked up, still amazed at the gigantic structure. “Since when have you been working on this?” 

“A little while” Dream said with inappropriate casualty. “Should we go in? I have a meeting room ready.” 

“Oh absolutely!” He beamed, and the two took an outside stairs. The iron door opened to reveal a room a size proportional to the entire building, with two sofas, a desk that would take the entire wall of his house, a fireplace, and multiple libraries full of books of all sorts. 

Dream took a seat in a grey sofa and gestures toward the leather one. “Do you want a particular food or drink before we start?” 

Taking his turn to sit, Phil smiled. “I suppose some coffee would be nice.” 

“Alright.” He stood up and went to the door. “You can check the books in the meantime. I’ll be back in a minute.” and with that, the door closed, leaving Phil alone in the room…or so it seemed. 

Popping right out of the pocket and onto the ground, Wilbur beamed. “OH PHIL!!! THIS IS IT!! You got everything memorised?” 

“Yes, Wil, I will give you enough time to explore most of this giant manor.” And with a fond smile, he gestured towards the door. “Now go already before he comes back.”

A quick nod, a hug to his father, and the poet turned gossip sneaked below the door and started sprinting to the next corridor. 

With a few seconds to spare, Dream was back with two cups. Handling one to Phil and taking a sip of his own, he sat down. “Alright, what is that shiny proposal of yours?” 

Phil sat more comfortably in his chair and started. “Well, you remember the earthSMP we did a while back?”

Dream chuckled. “Yeah, who can forget the show it was.” 

“Well, if I asked you to invite my son over, it was due to his willingness to come, but also… My son was the admin of that server.” 

“Oh! .. he ‘was’?” 

“Indeed” Phil brought his cup closer to his mouth. “And it just so happens he passed down that title to me.” 

“Interesting.” 

“But you can probably tell, I’m not the type of guy that can take care of a server, even if it’s ‘down’. So I’m proposing a convergence.”

—

Once the discussion made itself clear in the other room, Wilbur grew back to his original size and hen it hit. 

“Oh what the fuck?”

He took a couple steps back, processing the view. He knew he was human sized now, so why was everything so enormous?? A single stair was his size, the doors were the size of cruise ships, and everything was just out of scale! 

….

Which was the coolest thing he’d seen in a while.

Squealing in excitement, he ran down the corridor, taking in the view. For a good twenty seconds, he ran around like a child left unsupervised. 

His running came to a stop as he heard, and felt, something hit a wall. 

It stopped, then started again. Wall, small shake on the ground, silence. Wall, small shake, silence, it was a pattern. 

Wilbur approached the sound until he was face to face with the door from which the sound came from. If shrunk down, he could squeeze through a normal door, so in front of this absolute mastodont, he’d have no problem. 

Focussing on his ability, in a couple of seconds the walls around him rose and the floor expanded. He looked up and saw a crack he could easily walk through. A smile on his face, he took a calming breath, readying himself/ 

“Behind this door is the admin of the most well known server’s deepest secret. And I’m about to witness it.” 

1…2…3.

He walked through. 

When the light came back to view, he fell down at the sight. 

Oh so it wasn’t just the corridors. What he saw was a bedroom, almost normal, if the massiveness of it all was disregarded. He walked forward, taking in the view that seemed like he was about to drown in. The window, the desk, the posters on the walls, the books that seemed to be worked on, the shake on the ground- 

He dashed behind him as a ball came next to him, ready to squish him like a fly. 

A few seconds, and the ball hit the wall. His gaze followed the round object and he froze as the ball landed in a hand.

A very large hand. 

Attached to an even larger arm.

And oh what the hell was that.

Sitting on an immense bed, throwing periodically a bouncing ball sat a figure larger than life. Their knees close to their chest, the arm unmoving serving as a surface to rest their head. Blond, messy curls, wearing what seemed to be a red sweater and  leather based pants. The face appeared young, though it was hard to be sure with the angle he had.  

It was a giant. A human giant. 

…Since when did those exist?

After looking around, he saw no way he could reach the bed’s mattress, so he decided to draw the creature’s attention in another way. 

Growing back to human size, the giant’s eyes were focussed on the bouncing ball. He gulped, and put his hand in a fist. 

—

Tommy was supposed to wait here until further notice, which was alright by him if it meant Dream’s plans could go well, but it grew boring fast, so he decided to grab a bouncing ball and wait for the time to fly.

About an hour passed and he was still here, with his bouncing ball, and no notice from Dream. 

Then a knock. 

The ball returned to his hand and he stopped, focussing on the surrounding sound. 

After a silence, another knock. 

He softly got out of his bed, ready to open the door to the green man, but as he turned his head and looked down, his muscles tensed up at once and he froze. 

That wasn’t Dream. 

“You’re not Dream.” He breathed out.

The man in front of him (sort of) had brown curls, a yellow jumper, a wine colored beanie and small boots. None of those information matched Dream's appearance. Nor the nervous stance of the man indicated that he knew him.

His eyes widened, and his hands trembled. The bouncing ball fell out of his hand and flat out on the ground, and the human yelped and he flinched, scrambling back to the other wall. He screamed-whispered “Oh don’t go don’t go please.” 

Meanwhile, the boy was absolutely baffled. It reminded him of how that green man reacted when he grabbed Dream. He looked at him like he was an alien. He was speechless, mouth agape, and still as a statue. 

The staring contest lingered on for god knows how long, and finally, he tried again. 

“...Hello?” 

The human gulped, and he got to hear a new voice for the first time in ages.

“...Hello, uh… nice to meet you?” 

Tommy gasped silently. After another second of being frozen, he excitedly crouched down and stared at the brunette like he was a diamond. He hesitantly reached a hand, but stopped before he could make any significant distance. 

“Are you the new guy?” He asked, nothing but stars in his eyes. And the little guy scoffed. 

“I guess I am. Did Dream tell you about me?” 

Tommy nodded quickly. “What’s your name?” 

Wilbur smiled, still incredulous. It was hard to believe what was currently happening. In a room the size of a mountain, a giant towered over him, crouched down, looking at him like he was the most important thing in the world. The boy barely spoke above a whisper, as if he would be scared of anything louder. The giant looked like he could burst into tears at a moment’s notice. 

With an unsure wave and a smile, he presented himself. “I’m Wilbur. Wilbur Soot. What about you?” 

The giant startled at that, like the question was foreign. After some hesitation, he replied. “... Tommy. My… My name’s Tommy.” 

“Well, it’s nice to meet you Tommy.” He politely replied. In the blink of an eye, a rough pressure surrounded him. Opening his eyes and raising eyebrows, he let out a ‘eh?’ He looked around him. 

Tommy grabbed him in a fist. 

“...” He looked up at the boy. “What’s happening?” 

“Can I grab you up?” Tommy asked instead. 

“.....SSSuuure?” was the last word that left Wilbur’s mouth before being sent flying in the air, and he heard a joyous giggle. Grabbed again, he was brought to the giant’s chest. 

“OOOHH THIS IS SO COOL!!! I’m so happy!!” In his excitement, he quickly put Wilbur down at the desk and crouched to be at eye level with the man. Hands to his cheeks, he smiled. “What is it like out there?” 

It took a minute for Wilbur to compose himself. “I… what do you mean?” 

“The other people! What are they like? What do they live in?” 

Eyebrows pinched, Wilbur looked back up at the boy. “You’ve never left this house?” 

“Oh, I roam around sometimes I just…. Don’t really see a lot of people.”

“Dream is the only one that comes here, I suppose.” 

“Yep!” He cheered, before sitting up on the desk chair. “To take care of his super awesome brother!” At that Wilbur froze. 

“...What?” 

“What?”

“Deam’s your brother?? How?” 

“Oh, we’re not like, ‘brother’ brother, we chose to be brothers.” 

“...Uh.” 

“Yeah! He even built me this!” He waved his arms around, showing the room. “It took him like a year, mind you, but he did it for me!! So that’s where I live now.” 

“I see,” Wilbur paced around. “It’s Impressive” 

“He said he would build me a home… said I needed one… said I’d be happier with one.” 

“And are you happier?” Asked Wilbur, now pacing around.

“... I’m happy when I talk to Dream… Or anyone really.” 

“Mh.” Wilbur took out a pencil, laughing at how it was twice his size, when an idea sparked in his head. “Well, I got an idea.” 

“What is it?” 

“... Are you gonna tell Dream I was here?” 

At that, Tommy raised an eyebrow. “Should I?” 

Wilbur thought for a second. He checked his watch, noticing how much time had passed and he smiled. “Listen, if you don’t tell him you saw me, I can come back here and see you again. Does that sound good?” 

Tommy clapped his hands and by the looks of it, was about to scream of joy before looking at the door, and resorted to nodding excitedly. 

“I won’t tell a soul. Promise.” 

Wilbur was saddened at the boy’s clear loneliness, but that washed away quickly enough and he offered his hand. 

“Is that a deal?” 

Tommy looked at the hand for a moment, frowned before opening his mouth at the realisation and approaching his pinkie. Wilbur grabbed it and they shook on it. 

“Deal.” Tommy announced. 

“On our way to create a wonderful friendship.” 

“We’re gonna become brothers!” 

“What?” 

“This is so cool.” 

“Wait what did you say?” 

“We’re gonna be brothers!” 

Before Wilbur had time to correct him, his communicator bleeped and he looked at a message from Philza. 

“I’m done with Dream, you’re coming?”

Wilbur looked up at Tommy and announced. “Well, I gotta go for today.” the giant’s smile visibly fell at that. “But I’m gonna be back in…. About a week. Does that sound good?”

“Sounds good to me, big man.” 

Wilbur cracked a smile at the nickname. “Alright, and remember: this is our little secret.” 

Tommy amused, put his pointing finger in front of his lips before chuckling. “Yep. Don’t you worry about a thing, Wilbur.”

“Wonderful. Now I’m gonna ask you to close your eyes and count to ten, alright?” 

Tommy brought the human next to the door, and sat down. “Alright.” he closed his eyes. 

“1”

And just like that, it was as if he never entered the room.

“2” 

‘So this is what Dream is hiding. His own brother…. Interesting.’

“3” 

And he saw the main door. And he exited the manor. 

“4” 

“Wilbur there you are! Where did you go??” 

“5” 

“Oh, Phil, I discovered what he was hiding in there. It’s unlike anything I’ve seen.”

“6” 

“Is it dangerous?? Did you get hurt?” 

“Quite the opposite, actually.” 

“7”

“How did your deal with Dream go?”

“Nicely, everything is sorted. Next week, I’m gonna start the transfer.” 

“Oh that is wonderful news.”

“8”

“And why is that?”

“Because I’m planning on going back to this giant house.” 

“9”

“YOU WHAT??” 

“Now I know where it is, I have brand new duties to attend to.” 

“Oh really? Care to explain??” 

“Not right now, but I will in due time. For now I gotta prepare my return.” 

“You really want to go back there? This house seems like a maze.” 

“Yeah…”

“10”

“I promised after all.”

Tommy opened his eyes, and Wilbur was gone, and he was alone in his room. 

Alone in his room, with a bouncing ball, and the promise of a meeting soon to come. 

He smiled thinking at the warm sensation on his hands. 

“... I like this new guy.” 

[FIN]

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There it is!! :D I really hope you enjoyed this gift, and I’m sorry it took so long XD Happy holidays!!

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.............this is my longest fic, enjoy :D 

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words: 3547

tw: swearing, panic, mention of murder, mention of death, mention of vore (kind of)

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Secrets, what a fucking stupid thing. They were so difficult to hide from his clueless family, and just a bitch to try and regulate on the daily.

Well, he supposes that secrets have no part in his inability to control his size shifting abilities, but his point still stands nonetheless.

He’s been with this family for about ten years now, and not a word about his powers-slash-curse have left him, but he’s fairly certain that he was just hit with a decade-lasting streak of pure luck, because everyone who personally knows him, and even those who’re mere acquaintances to him will mention this one thing: lying never goes well for him. 

Something will come along to fuck it up, surely. 

And it did, it just took significantly longer than he thought it would.

The reasoning behind this sudden reveal was actually incredibly stupid, and he was a fucking idiot for letting it happen. The Morning Topic was usually something Tommy looked forward to, he really enjoyed mindlessly rambling to a family member about his interest—or occasionally his disinterest—in a specific topic. But, this morning, as he approached a kitchen full of his brothers and heard Wilbur say something incredibly concerning, he felt a particular dread fall upon him. He hasn’t felt that in a long, long time.

“What do you think of those sizeshifting fucks?” Wilbur asks, mouth full of his breakfast. Tommy makes a face, until he registers exactly what the brunet had said.

Tommy’s eyes widen—a thing he’d thought he got under control, apparently not. He could feel his insides churning. In the end, he feels positively sick, and he’s bluntly aware that there’s been a shift in his height. Mentally crossing his fingers, Tommy hopes to Prime that no one sees the sudden change in his usual bubbly attitude. He straightens up a bit, composing himself. He keeps his eyes away from everyone, studying the floor that’s become much more interesting to him than it was a moment ago. 

“Mornin’,” Techno mumbles to him when Tommy accidentally bumps into him on his way to the fridge. Tommy startles, nearly stumbling over his two feet. His brother rose a brow at him, underlying amusement shining around his expression. “Good morning!” Tommy chirps far too nervously. Fuck, this is difficult. His chest tightens, and he checks just for a moment to see if he’s standing where he typically would at his normal height. It could use some work, but it was a relief to know that it wasn’t nearly as bad as he thought it was. He smiles awkwardly and returns to the fridge.

Wilbur clears his throat, the attention-hungry bastard turning all eyes back to him. Techno catches on, and Tommy is practically trembling at the thought of Techno’s response. While he knew that there was still wiggle-room for interpretation in Wil’s question, the harshness he’d immediately picked up on was nothing but another worry to his hassled mind. And for a self-proclaimed “anarchist” such as Techno, he could only wonder what his standpoint on “outcasts” such as Tommy himself was. 

He actually hopes it’d stay in his wonders—he really doesn’t want unnecessary closure.

“They’re alright,” Techno mumbled. 

Tommy takes a subtle, deep inhale of breath and holds it for as long as possible, just to avoid the constant rise and fall of his chest, because, yes,  he can keep his face calm, but even then, hyperventilating would be a dead give away. He buries his face in the fridge, enjoying the fact that he was completely hidden. He moved around the contents before finding a familiar pitcher. While experimenting with certain drinks, he’d accidentally created something completely new and absolutely delicious. No other person likes it, not even Tubbo. 

More for him, he supposes.

“What about you, Tommy?” Wilbur asks, and his voice sounds unusually loud. Tommy shuts the fridge door and keeps his back facing Wilbur and Techno. His thoughts spiral, a million things running around at once, and he finds it terribly hard to hold his breath for much longer. He exhales as quietly as possible. “I don’t know what that is, so,” he says quietly. Taking a glass from the cabinet, Tommy wonders what it’d be like to simply leave, to just start a life at a better size, preferably a small one, something simple and easy. Hiding from humans, how hard can it be, really? He’s done it for at least fifteen years, what’s the rest of his life?

“You don’t know what a sizeshifter is?” Techno asks, and Tommy can feel the man’s maroon eyes boring into the back of his head. He pours the drink and returns its spot in the fridge quickly. “No,” he lies, taking a sip. The taste floods his senses and calms him so quickly, it’s like fucking magic.

Finally, he gathers the strength to face his brothers. As suspected, the two of them are looking at him like he’s said something incredibly shocking or offensive. 

“…What?” he accuses the two of them, downing the rest of his drink. “They’re basically,” Wilbur pauses to think, but Techno intervenes— “It’s in the name, just put two and two together, Wilbur doesn’t need to explain it to you.”

Tommy scoffs at the man, some family he is. “They…size…shift?” he “guesses”, faking his intrigue when Wilbur and Techno nod in unison at him. 

“Okay…” he trails off, growing increasingly more awkward by the second. 

“Well, then, do you think about them? Do you think they’re a part of society, or should they be rejected?” Wilbur asks.

The question is so stupid, the correct answer is painfully obvious, how can neither of them see this? Internally, Tommy groans. He screams. He hates The Morning Topic today.

He swallows, biting down the bile that has been steadily rising in his throat. I–I don’t know, that’s a bit harsh, innit? Rejecting them–?”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. 

There’s no doubt about the fact that he’s shrunk at least a few inches. It’s no matter…he’s still taller than Techno, which is the big thing he’s trying to keep steady. Because as soon as he drops to even eye-level, he’s royally fucked.

“Are you alright, Tommy?” Wilbur asks, discarding the topic. His shoulders slump in relief. His pulse is still going at a fierce pace and he still feels that back-of-mind panic. He nods easily, despite not being alright. His own brothers are dissing his kind right in front of him. He hates to say that it makes him feel a little upset, and most definitely un-fucking-comfortable.

There’s a hand on his shoulder, he feels himself lose an inch, or perhaps gain one at the sudden scare. He startles again. “Tommy, why're you all jumpy?” Techno questions, Tommy nearly whimpers. He shouldn't be acting like this, why now is he not able to control himself? He has to leave—leave, leave, leave.

“Big test coming up today! See you, dear family!” he hurries to leave, cringing at his terrible excuse. He’ll have to work on that, there's no doubt about the fact that he’s already raised suspicion. Prime, he’s so stupid! How come he made it through the most immature years of his life without a spillage, but the moment he turns a respectable age, all hell breaks loose? 

Thankfully, he’s out the door before any of his siblings chase after him. He huffs, his breath coming out a puff of smoke. He shivers, perhaps shrinking a little bit. Tommy’s not sure how tall he is, but as far as he’s aware, if he’s shorter than Ranboo and taller than Tubbo, he’ll be able to get away with his normal level of excuses.

About mid-way to school, it became apparent to Tommy that he had forgotten a lot of things. He’s got his backpack, but he can't recall what he’d taken out and what he’d put back in. And he’s regrettably left his phone sitting on his nightstand, still plugged in. His lunch and wallet have been left somewhere in the house, and he’s really starting to get cold with his thin hoodie. 

He swallows, using what little control he has to grow just a bit more, hoping that with a larger form he’ll drop his trip down a good ten minutes. 

And it does. Well, he doesn't really know if it does or not, because his fucking phone is having the time of its life in his bedroom. 

Tommy murmurs to himself as he walks across the frosty grass. It crunches under his footsteps, which he remembers are far too thick—he shifts back down to a reasonable height. 

“Tommy!” Tubbo calls him. Tommy’s eyes drift around until he finds the ridiculously short boy, standing next to ridiculously tall Ranboo. He lights up at Tubbo, but not so much at Ranboo. He likes him fine, don't get him wrong, but sometimes a new member to a life-long duo can be a difficult adjustment. Forgive him for being a bit cautious. 

“Big T! Big R!” he greeted, his nervous mind already beginning to settle down. He finds himself so at ease with his friends, Ranboo included.

The three of them follow each other into school, chatting a very normal, non-size-shifter-related conversation. 

**

So he's panicky again. It's his last period: art. Not particularly bad but not necessarily good, either. It's just kind of…there. And so he takes the time to space out and run through everything that could go wrong when he heads home. Wilbur confronts him, Techno studies him, which is arguably worse because he can never know what Techno’s thinking. Phil will undoubtedly notice the unresolved tension between the three siblings, and worst of all, Tommy’s probably going to crack under three prying full-grown men. It’s his life’s biggest secret against the three people he’s finally felt at home with. Fuck, what has his life come to?

Tommy taps his pen on his paper. His teacher silently glared at him and he suddenly stopped, flushing a faint pink before returning to his actual, life-changing problem. After a short while of staring out into his terribly detailed thoughts, he was being dragged out of them by Ranboo’s hand pressing against him. It squeezed his shoulder gently, and Tommy zoned back in. He watched with concern as he saw his class shuffle around to get ready to leave. His eyes widened, since when had class ended? Had he been so wrapped up in horror that he’d completely missed one of the loudest things the school can offer? He’s really screwed, isn’t he?

“Hey, Tommy, are you good, man?” Ranboo questioned him. The tall boy took a few steps ahead and took a seat in the chair that sat next to him. Tommy reluctantly looked at Ranboo, who in return squinted their eyes to signify his attempt of a smile. The mask kind of ruined the effort, though, and it made the gesture look more threatening than they’d probably intended.

Tommy swallowed and nodded. He was lucky he was sitting or else his shift would have definitely been noticeable. He’d dropped a good few inches by now, purely from stress and guilt. The thing is: Tommy knows that his family probably wouldn’t give a damn if he opened up and said what he was. He thinks they’d embrace him in any way, he’d been with them long enough to understand how each of their minds would work. If anything, the worst that would happen is he’d be teased about it and constantly bothered whenever a family member needed help. That’s….it. 

So why is he so god damn nervous? It’s not even like they’re onto him that hard, he can easily use the excuse that he was having a bit of a morning and leave this whole crisis behind in the dust.

“Tommy,” Ranboo clapped, bringing him back successfully for the second time. Tommy bit his lower lip and looked at Ranboo, embarrassed. “Sorry,” he murmured. 

“Are you okay?” Ranboo asked again, and Tommy did no different and nodded, “All good, big man! Now go home, no one needs to spend any extra time in this hellhole,” he reassures and snickers at the reaction from his teacher, who’s been watching the two of them with a certain irritation that turns it amusing. Ranboo’s eyes shine with uncertainty but the brunet stands all the same. Tommy follows suit and finds himself trailing after the man, almost cowering behind him. He’s really not ready to go home.

After Ranboo and Tubbo had bid their goodbye to Tommy and the three of them had gone their respective ways, Tommy was an anxious mess. He was dropping inch after inch until he was barely the size of a hand, a size he’d rarely found himself at involuntarily. He was so good at maintaining his size, why now must he fuck it up? He sniffled and paused his journey through his neighborhood so he could collect himself. Tears were, for some reason, streaming down his face. With the speed he could muster at a size like his current one, he leaned against a potted plant placed by the porch of one of their neighboring houses. He drew down the pottery, curling in on himself by drawing his knees up to his chest and burying his face in his lap.

By the time he managed to control himself and stop fucking sobbing for a second, he drew his head up. The sunlight played with his eyes, and the tears clouded his vision. He sniffled, wiping his nose with his sleeve. He’ll have to be late, there’s no way he can sneak inside without his family noticing. Tommy sighs and pulls himself together well enough to stand. With weak limbs—or at least his brain is convincing him they are, he doesn’t really know if anything is wrong—he tried to focus on sizing back up. But, before he could do so, Tommy thankfully caught sight of his brother. He flinched so hard he thought he may just regain his six feet right then and there. However right now growing was the thing he didn’t want, so he scrambled behind the orange pot before he got noticeably large. Shit, shit, shit. He hid, nails grasping at the grass helplessly with nails digging into the dirt. He pushed his body up against the side of their neighbors house and held that position for a long while, his free hand clasped tightly over his mouth to rid of all of his stupid fucking heavy breathing. 

Tommy waited for what must’ve been ten minutes before he let his body lose its tension. It felt like heaven to release his muscles and he slumped against the pot gleefully. He sat there for a moment and sat patiently with his thoughts. 

He doesn’t know how much time has passed, but he thinks he should probably get up. And he does. Tommy’s shoes slide in the damp grass as he shuffles up, brushing off the grass sticking to his legs and hands. There’s residue of dirt that remains, but he doesn’t pay much mind to it. 

Tommy calmed himself and focused on his actual height. He felt the surroundings shift and when he opened his eyes, he was surprised to find that he was exactly where he needed to be. Or, at least, it was a familiar height to be at. And with that, he quickly got off of their neighbor’s lawn and continued on the sidewalk, rubbing at his eyes uncomfortably. Tommy really hopes that he sat long enough for it to fade away.

It takes twenty three seconds to get onto their porch. He counted it, because it was the only thing that stopped his thoughts and took away the jelly-like feeling in his legs. He hates himself for continuing, because he knows that at least Wilbur is home. And Wilbur is not the one he wants to see.

He opens the unlocked door and walks in, slipping his shoes off as quickly as he can. He pushes them in the corner and awkwardly maneuvers the door shut. Finally, he is home. His hands are shaking and everything is screaming no and he’s fairly certain he’s dropped three inches but he’s home. Much to his dismay, Wilbur is nowhere in sight. He scans around the ground floor, and carefully steps around the house to avoid giving anything away. Slowly, Tommy makes his way to the stairs and creeps up them, cringing at the loud whine that echoes around the space. Fuck. He quickened his pace and raced up the stairs, nearly stumbling over himself on the way down the hall. He slips into his room and closes the door as gently as possible. God fucking damn it.

Now alone, Tommy lets himself slip further and further down the door until he’s at a comfortably small height. He places a hand over his heart to slow his breathing as he pads to under his bed. While sizeshifting can be a bitch to manage and one of the worst aspects of his life, he’s still managed to adapt to it. A perk of being able to be so small is he’s able to hide everything. If he has something he doesn’t want anyone to see, he shrinks it. So, naturally, he had to make a hideout under his bed—it just felt right.

He made it a few years ago, after he’d become really good at managing his shifting, and he’s used it everyday since. It was comfortable, hidden, and best of all just fucking amazing.

Tommy knew he should probably be more careful considering that it may be a bit difficult to back up in the events where a family member is looking for him at that exact moment, but…still. 

He fell face-first onto a pillow, tiredly grabbing at the pillowcase so he could pull himself onto it more. The pillow took up most of the room, then he’d shrunken a mini-fridge—which had struck a rather interesting conversation with his father after he’d noticed it was missing—and next to that was a little desk he got from Tubbo, who’d claimed he found it laying around in his room, but Tommy’s well aware of the fact that Tubbo took it from his sisters’ dollhouse. That sums up the room. It wasn’t the best and was overdue for a remodel any moment now, yet for some reason he put it off every time.

Tommy shifted around on the pillow, sizing down just a bit more so he could sink into the feathers. He wished he could be this comfortable around his family, he really fucking does.

But then again, Wilbur had unintentionally told him everything he needed to know.

Tommy sighs and tries to move past those thoughts so he can fall asleep.

However, speak of the devil, Wilbur knocks on his door. He startles, tumbling off of the pillow and onto his bedroom floor. He scrambled to his feet and instantly paused when the two of them locked eyes. Shit. He hurries to shut off the fairy lights that circled his hideout and then cowered away in the shadows, tiny hands cautiously wrapping the bottom of his nightstand. They stared at each other, or at least Wilbur stared at whatever he was seeing, that being Tommy or simply his hands. He watches as Wilbur’s face shifts to a million different expressions before it settles into an irritated—curious, but mainly irritated—one. 

Shit.

“Tommy?” Wilbur asks, his voice sounding entirely too forced. Tommy didn’t respond, and just ever-so-slowly slid his body to where it was fully submerged into the shadows. He slumped against the wooden bedside table and held his breath, hands digging into the skin on his legs. He squeezes his eyes shut when he hears Wilbur approach him with gentle footsteps. Tommy doesn’t even know if he’s pretending to be friendly, because he’s never interacted with anyone when he’s an abnormal height. His mind tells him that Wilbur is faking it and Tommy scoots away from the very edge, deeper and deeper into the void. He opened his eyes and released his breath after his lungs began to scream at him. He stared into the gray-black abyss and silently pleaded to the shadows to eat him whole. He knows he’d much rather prefer that over whatever Wilbur was about to do.

“Tommy,” his brother’s voice called out again. He was so, so fucking close to Tommy. Wilbur’s slow breaths echo tenfold in his head. Still, he doesn’t reply. 

He silently waits for Wilbur to do something. To say something, to grab him, to kill him, anything. There’s a million possible endings circling his thoughts right now. But before any of them can happen, Tommy’s door is opening and Wilbur’s attention on the tiny has been split right down the middle. From the corner of his vision, he watches as Wilbur stands up. Now all he has to do is hope to Prime that Wilbur doesn’t snitch on him just yet.

“Oh, Wilbur–is Tommy home yet, mate?” Phil asks.

He shuffled to watch their conversation. He kneels, tiny hands wrapping the bottom of his nightstand again. He watches as Wilbur looks momentarily at him, glaring his brown eyes right through Tommy’s skull. He shudders. 

“I don’t know,” Wilbur says after turning his head back.

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[justarandomsloth]

Why hello I hear you are requesting fake fic titles. Let me introduce myself, I am the Fake Fic thief, I will steal them if I find motivation.

Going Away (but not forever)

Love is bigger than the Mountains

Let's Show Them

Why yes I AM accepting fake fic titles!

(And if you like them by all means steal them cause I don’t have the motivation to write them-)

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Going Away (But Not Forever)

—Tubbo and Ranboo had lived a happy life together. Sure it wasn’t the best and they were always on the run due to their hybrid features. At least it had been happy….up until they had gotten caught.

Tubbo assumed they had been around 14 since they were caught and they had stayed together for about a year and a half.

It didn’t matter now though, Tubbo had escaped and the experiments were finally over. He had found the directions to the second base were Ranboo was being held and he was determined to find him.

They had promised each other before they had been split apart that they would find each other, some way, some how. He didn’t intend to break that promise now.

—Tubbo felt dizzy.

It had been easy enough to find where Ranboo was being kept and he now stood in front of his best friend’s cell.

Even though his eyes were now a deep, glowing purple and he had sharper teeth, there was no mistaking the boy in the cage as Ranboo.

Ranboo, who now also happened to be over 50ft tall…

As the other’s purple eyes snapped over to him and the teen let out a vwoop that Tubbo could feel in his chest…

The brunette could only stare on in terror.

—

Love is Bigger Than the Mountains

—Techno is a well known giant hunter who was said to be cruel and heartless. Ranboo was surprised when he found out that that wasn’t necessarily the case.

Well… the sizeshifter had no doubts that if Techno knew what he was, he would be dead. The hunter was still good company, even if he was good company to a lie.

And he couldn’t exactly leave. The man was already suspicious and if he just left now…

Ranboo shuddered. For now all he could do was stick with Techno and hope his shifting didn’t betray him.

—Techno knew something was odd about the kid. He had found the boy in the middle of the woods as he was tracking his next giant. The pink-haired man was amazed that he had managed to survive so long and hadn’t been picked up by a giant yet. Techno just chalked it up to dumb luck.

Still….he warned the lanky teen to stay close to him, just in case. He didn't care, not at all, he just…didn’t want the teen to be kidnapped by a bloodthirsty giant. He wasn’t THAT heartless.

—As the days pass by the two find themselves enjoying each other’s company more and more.

Techno teaches Ranboo how to set snares to catch food. The teen in turn shows him which of the giant mushrooms are edible in the forest.

More than once the hunter has had to scare off some of the smaller predators that inhabit the giant forest but it hasn’t been an issue…until now.

—The duo had been walking along when a snarl that shook the ground rang out from behind them. Techno’s stomach filled with dread as turned around and saw the giant panther.

It’s velvety dark coat rippled as he jumped down silently from a tree. They were said to be extinct but this one obviously wasn’t.

The hunter was barely twice the size of a mouse compared to the large cat, and he knew this was a fight he couldn’t win.

Techno heard a gasp behind him. Well...he could at least provide a chance to escape.

“Ranboo, when I say go, run as fast as you can in the opposite direction and don’t look back.”

He kept his eyes firmly on the beast but he could barely see Ranboo nodding, a grim look of determination on his face.

He took a deep breath and carefully drew his sword, making sure that all of the feline’s attention was on him.

Techno raised his weapon, shouted “Go!”, and began charging towards the panther. As the cat ran forward to meet him he braced himself to feel sharp claws tear across his body.

But they never did.

Techno opened to eyes to see that the feline had been flung against a tree, and now stood growling at a giant Ranboo. The hunter heard as the sizeshifter growled back, an inhumane sound that tore itself from the boys throat.

The panther leaped and dragged its claws down Ranboo’s arm before he threw it again, this time harder.

The black cat shakily stood up band limped away, defeated.

Techno felt his heart stop as a set of massive eyes locked onto his movement. He wasn’t easily surprised but this was….something he hadn’t expected.

The hunter met the giants gaze and he feebly raised his sword.

—

Let’s Show Them

—Tommy had just wanted to prove that he COULD be helpful and do things in his own, that was all.

That’s why one morning he woke up early and made his way to the kitchen, determined to make break.

Was it easier to just have one of the humans make breakfast, sure. But was Tommy going to use common sense and logic?? Absolutely not!

He had actually managed to get all of the ingredients out! But then tragedy struck.

The tiny had slipped on some spilled water and had fallen right into the sink! Now all he could do was wait.

—When Wilbur had found him, asleep in then sink the first thing he did was gently carry him upstairs and put him to bed. (After snapping a picture of course.)

He was nice enough that when Tommy woke up late the didn’t mention his little mishap in the sink.

Besides, Tommy will see the picture in the photo album soon enough.

—

(I’m sorry I didn’t have a lot for the last one—)

[shushiyuii]

Atlantic Runaways [Part 8]

Notes: Hey! It’s been quite a while, hasn’t it? Maybe you’ve forgotten about me, never know but I’ve reappeared from the void for a short while to deliver this!

I’m too sure if I’m going to be returning any time soon, I’m still thinking about a lot of things and I have a lot of things going on personally

Originally the finale was supposed to include all of what was written in this fic and including what else I have planned but I think it’ll be better to drag it out a bit first.

Edit: realised this was part 8- oops-

Warnings: Mentions of soft vore, past traumas of drowning, actual drowning, sobbing, nightmares, neglect, mistreatment, potential mentions of death and one very unreliable narrator. If I’ve missed any please let me know!

Words: 5.4K+

[...]

“Tommy…”, Wilbur looked down upon him with a solemn expression, his features dull despite the difference in height. He looked ominous, dangerous like how they had first met all those months ago.

After the incident of him nearly dying, Tommy had these recurring nightmares that always plagued his mind. It was quite frightening the first couple of times it had happened, though he grew accustomed to them, always preparing for his demise at the end of the road.

Tommy looked indifferent, neither bothered by Wilbur’s words to attempt to burade him. Though it was different this time around, Wilbur did not seek to intimidate him or scare him. He only stared at him.

“I think you understand what is yet to come.”, the copy looked off to the side as if he seemed saddened, yet no emotions displayed on his face. Tommy let out a breath that had been caught in his throat.

“What do you mean?”, Tommy stood anxiously on his toes, fearful of what could come of this dream, he didn’t want any surprises at the moment. Yet for some reason, guilt rose to his subconscious.

“I believe you know what I am referring to, lower your guard. I will not harm you despite what you believe.”, though he didn’t stand down. But what could he be talking about? He wasn’t entirely sure.

“No, I don’t. Want to explain, bitch?”, he teased. Yet the vision remained in place, no movement or expression shown. Typically, Wilbur would respond with his own remark or call him a child. Nothing.

“You understand that you must confront your emotions, do you not? If not now then your emotions might get the better of you by the time you manage to set foot in the place your dream takes place within.”.

So that was what the vision entailed, so it wasn’t a nightmare. It was another one of the weirder ones.

Tommy looked away from the vision to his bare hands, his vision blurred as his eyes unfocused and his mind corroded his thoughts. As if the sun had just dawned upon him. It was today, and soon everything could change for the better or worse.

The vision moved, its claw-like finger placed under Tommy’s chin, bringing him out of his thoughts. It showed more expression, showing a mask of the Wilbur he knew, copying him with a mask of concern.

He leaned slightly into the claw as it moved to his cheek, he appreciated the comfort despite everything. He wanted to be calm, yet despite being asleep he could feel the adrenaline pumping through his very veins. Already anxious about what was to come.

“I-”, he took a moment to pause. “I know, but- What if big dubs just leaves me? I don’t want to believe he would but-”, he sobbed. “I’m just scared, I guess- What am I supposed to do? I promised to get him out, escape and-”,

He took a moment to pause.

“For some reason, I just want things to stay the way they are. I’m happy, I can see Wilbur whenever and spend time with him, I got a job to support my dad, and I got my best friend. Everything I need-”,

“But that is simply selfish.”, the vision interrupted. Tommy only looked away with a guilty expression, he knew that he was being selfish. He’d never act upon those emotions. After all, Wilbur had been in captivity for so long, day by day he got weaker.

Tommy could tell the mer wasn’t happy just staying there, always putting on a show just to make him smile. He shouldn’t doubt Wilbur, having gone so far as to save his life and continue to care for him.

…

“I just want him to stay…”, he turned back and hugged the finger. Though it only felt hollow of what wasn’t there, he just wanted touch or comfort yet whatever the vision did had no effect to comfort him. He was alone.

“You allow these intrusive thoughts to plague your mind and judgment, and you contort to them as though they are correct.”, Tommy only nodded. He was letting his worries get the better of him.

“Tommy, understand this. You will be just fine, you know it. And if you’re still worried. Simply speak to Wilbur, he will understand”.

And the dream faded away.

[...]

“Boo! Stop hitting me with the fucking shell!”, Tommy let out a groan at the two of them arguing, placing a pillow on top of his head in frustration. Rather than waking up to his best friend cuddled to his side, he woke up to nothing but yelling as the two argued over a game.

The game was Mario kart of all things.

It wasn’t long until their race had concluded, Tubbo celebrated his win with a loud victory screech as Ranboo let out a sigh, third place. He was surprised that Ranboo was good at the game considering he had only been a mer for what he believed was a couple of months.

After celebrating his victory, Tubbo had come to annoy Tommy with his clingy side. Throwing himself onto Tommy’s side as he let out an ‘oomph’ sound before glaring down at his best friend, not entirely thrilled to see him active so early.

“G’morning Big man! You excited for today?”, Tubbo smiled. Tommy nodded with a small smile, indeed excited for the day. As much as he’d appreciate more sleep after recent events, it was better now than never.

He didn’t want Wilbur to suffer any longer than he had to. Picking up his confidence, he sat up and gripped the pillow that had fallen off of his face before plunging it into Tubbo’s face as revenge.

Tubbo was quick to try and repel the attack, only to fail and grasping for aid from Ranboo. Yet Ranboo did not aid him in his time of need, looking with a sick grin as he watched his best friend get attacked, it was revenge for not only Tommy but himself.

His laughed pleas were no use and eventually tuckered out in surrender, taking a moment to get back his breath. Tommy smirked in victory that he shared with Ranboo. Then standing up for the first time, excitement flooded through his head as he turned to his closet to gather some clothing.

His room was still a mess after his expansive research of crumbled notes that filled the room, along with discarded coffee cups and mess across his desk. Though the other two didn’t appear to mind the mess.

It was bright and early, roughly 5 am to be exact. Tommy didn’t quite appreciate being awake at such an early time but it was necessary for the plan. After all, Ranboo couldn’t exactly shift into a giant mer inside of his house.

He picked up his usual shirt, a pair of denim shorts that had a pair of pockets and a pair of bright red sandals. He went to change into the bathroom as the other two went downstairs to join his dad and friends for breakfast.

After changing, he could taste the air that smelt of waffles. He smiled, rushing downstairs to grab a bite as he was quite frankly starving. He was greeted by his dad’s beaming bright smile, who held a plate of waffles topped with whipped cream and strawberries.

Tommy was quick to join at the breakfast table, taking his dish before almost scoffing it down like a wolf. His father let out a hearty laugh as he sipped his cup of coffee, he had told his father of the half-baked plan in the middle of the night and was happy to help.

Yet, his father looked a little tired from the lack of sleep, the coffee to help prepare him for the drive to the beach and work. He felt sorry for his dad, but thankful nonetheless. His father was indeed the best after all.

[...]

Their car was a decent couple of years old, having been around as far as Tommy could remember. It was a comfy car, a dark green one. Tommy listened to the purr of the engine as he leaned against the window.

His father’s gaze focused on the road ahead, in the back Tubbo talked away with Ranboo about the bright weather and potential waves. It was surprisingly sunny out despite it being the early hours of the morning.

They were headed towards a more isolated beach that wasn’t too far from Tommy’s home and the waterpark. And plus, it was a beach that had a lovely view and Tommy spent a lot of time there as a child.

It was rather calming, Tommy could almost sleep if it weren’t for the excitement of what was to come, he was really looking forward to it all. He imagined how Wilbur would react to seeing the outside world, wait-

What would Wilbur even look like as a human? How would he even react to a pair of legs? Would he be able to swim or walk? He’d have to ask Ranboo about it when he retrieved the necklace as Ranboo really only knew the effect of it.

Phil began to slowly ease into the breaks, parking the car to the side as he pulled up the handbrake, he didn’t want to lose the car to slipping down the car after all. The purr of the engine came to a sudden halt.

Tubbo was the first to exit the car, slamming the car door and rushing to the trunk to grab Tommy’s surfboard that was being borrowed. Tommy was the second to exit, taking in a deep breath as he closed his air, taking in the taste of the salty sea.

Though, his moment was interrupted as he could hear something banging from the car door. Turning back to see Ranboo struggling to open the door, pushing his body against it in an attempt to get it open.

Tommy tried to hold back a laugh but a snort escaped him, shaking his head in an almost humiliated way but meant no harm by it. He opened the door for his new friend, only to send him flying to the floor as he fell out the door.

It caused Tommy to burst out laughing, holding his stomach as he laughed his head off. Ranboo was quick to scramble back onto his legs, his cheeks flushed in embarrassment without the protection of his mask.

Tubbo was quick to inspect on the moment, letting out a few giggles in the process. He then gripped Ranboo’s wrist and dragged him towards the shore, Tommy looked back to check on his dad who was smiling and waving at him.

He smiled back and turned back towards the beach, it’d been a while since he’d been here. It hadn’t changed at all during the years, almost as if it were never changing. He reminisced of the memories he held on the very sand he stood on, many memories were made here.

Despite wearing sandals, he could still feel the sand between his toes. The Sun shone brightly as it always had, his bright blonde hair reflecting in the sunlight, making it seem as though it were glowing.

His thoughts went back to Wilbur as he took a step forward, with each step would be a literal step forward in the plan, every step would lead closer to Wilbur’s escape. His slow steady steps on the boiling sand soon turned into a sudden sprint.

Tubbo was always swimming into the ocean with the board, his friend always was the type to be pulled into the sea, sometimes he questioned if Tubbo had more of a connection to the ocean than he did with his mer heritage and all.

Ranboo awaited by the shoreline, the waves flowing under his feet. He swore he could see more mer-like features on Ranboo as he drew closer. His legs were adorned with scales as though they could turn to a tale. He was preparing to shift back.

Ranboo went to reach the back of his neck, but he halted as he saw Tommy continue to run towards him. He was tackled into a hug, Tommy embraced the mer tightly. He was really thankful to Ranboo for all he was doing.

Despite barely knowing Tommy, he was willing to help him and Wilbur with the escape. And he owed a lot to Tubbo too, if it weren’t for him then he and Ranboo would’ve never met. Ranboo wasn’t quite the wrongun’ he assumed him to be.

He would have to repay them for their kindness soon, what would Ranboo and Tubbo even want though? He’d work it out eventually. Tommy then pulled away from the hug with a huge smile on his face.

Ranboo returned the smile, then again reached to unclip the necklace, falling into his palm. He looked back to Tommy as his face went into panic, Tommy was quick to reach out as he went to reassure him but Ranboo quickly retreated into the ocean.

It took Tommy a second to realise that Ranboo did not want to crush Tommy as he turned into a giant, rather stupid of him to attempt to go after him. Soon, Ranboo stood before him or well, gazed down upon him.

He now had the opportunity to see Ranboo closer than he did the other day, he was an orca mer that wasn’t as big as Wilbur but still fairly gigantic. Ranboo’s hair colour had changed to match his tale, though his eyes remained the same.

His cheeks looked as though they were covered by freckles, one side with darker freckles and the other looked white. Ranboo’s gaze looked unfocused as one of his claws laid on his forehead, though he shook his head and turned back to Tommy.

Shifting must’ve had its side effects, he couldn’t imagine changing from a smaller size to a gigantic one, mustn't have been easy. Ranboo looked a bit uneasy, his movements cautious as his claw reached out towards Tommy.

Tommy reached out his hand as the necklace was dropped into his palm. The necklace had a black and white spotted shell, surrounded by pearls. It was quite beautiful. He grasped it gently yet tightly in his hand, this was the very thing that would grant Wilbur his escape.

He placed the necklace in his shorts pocket, smiling at Ranboo as he turned to leave. He was ready, ready to get Wilbur out, the day was finally upon the two of them. Wilbur would finally get his-

“Tommy!- Wait!”, a giant claw gently grasped his waist, halting him in his run back to the car. He turned back to Ranboo who held a worried look on his face as the claw gently let go, letting out a shaky breath Tommy walked back to the same position as he was.

“Sorry about that, but I still got to explain a couple of things. Right?”, Tommy had been so excited that he didn’t even know how the artefact worked in the first place. It was rather stupid of him to wander off like that.

“Okay first things of all, how to use the amulet; The mer in question must be underwater, the shift will happen there. The mer must put on the amulet like they normally would. Also, word of advice, shifting for the first time can be kinda- funky. So be prepared in case Wilbur needs help.”.

“Your friend won’t be adjusted to the change right away, he won’t know how to walk properly with a new set of legs. Also, in case you’re worried. Mer forms come with their own sets of clothing. Anything else you want to ask?”.

Tommy paused to see if he had any questions, but couldn’t seem to think of any as Ranboo had explained clearly enough. It appeared that everything was prepared, he could only hope the plan would go just as smoothly.

“Nah, I’m good. Thank you, Boo. Really, I fucking owe you one. A big one. See you soon Big man! I’ll make sure to bring back the necklace soon!”. Tommy then turned back to the car, rushing to make his way to the car.

[...]

Tommy had prepared everything he could think he’d need for the escape plan, he brought a spare towel to help Wilbur dry off, the amulet, and his phone in case of emergencies, and was really all he needed.

A sigh escaped from his lips, with each minute that passed, he couldn’t help but feel more anxious. Closing his eyes as he leaned back into the car seat, he had no idea as to why he was panicking so much, it was simple enough.

Thinking back to his dream though, would his emotions really get the better of him? He knew that he’d been acting strange but he didn’t believe that it would have such an impact. He concluded it was better to bury the coffin until it was dug up again.

Phil had stopped the car, looking at his son with worried yet tired eyes. His father was also quite nervous as most likely, his son could get caught and endangered. Not only that but he was involved with the entire thing, the literal escape cab.

“Are you alright, mate?”, his father gently placed his hand on Tommy’s shoulder, squeezing it in reassurance. Tommy bit down on his tongue anxiously, not enough pressure to hurt but enough to make himself aware of how anxious he must’ve looked.

“I’m fine Dad, Just a bit nervous y’know?”, his father gave him a soft smile as he pulled Tommy into a hug. It was a bit awkward due to the car seats but Tommy appreciated it nonetheless. After separating, Tommy grabbed onto the car handle and opened the door.

Grabbing his stuff from the trunk. Step by step, he walked into his workplace.

Tommy got ready as he usually would, but in the pocket of his wet suit was the necklace.

He was ready. Though, as much as he’d love to tell Wilbur of the plan as soon as possible. It’d definitely be better as a surprise, he thought.

His sports bag in hand, scanning his keycard to allow him entry to Wilbur’s enclosure. He hesitated for a moment, standing in the doorway as he took a deep breath. Giving himself a moment to get his acting game ready.

“Wilbur! I’m here!”, Tommy called as loud as he could to the mer. Tommy planned to be a little more annoying to the mer than usual. Maybe then Wilbur would catch onto his plans, he’d reveal them either way.

Tommy stood still beside the tiny pool, at least tiny for Wilbur. He waited for about a minute or two yet he got no response from him. He bit his lip as he sat down, looking down into the water for any indication of movement, he didn’t want Wilbur to scare him again.

He waited another couple of minutes, but still nothing. So, he called out again. “Wilbur! Are you there?”, he grew increasingly worried. Was Wilbur okay?

Normally, he would’ve been here by now.

He waited again, but still nothing. His breathing began to grow heavy as his heart rate increased. Worried for the mer. Instead of calling with his voice, he splashed the water as he did in his training, hoping to get a response.

He waited again.

…

Tommy looked down at the water, gulping down nervously. Then, the still water began to sway, and soon Wilbur emerged from the water. There were no splashes of surprise, just the water that dripped from Wilbur resurfacing.

He let down a breath of relief as he stared up at Wilbur. The mer had a soft smile, though his eyes looked groggy as though he had just woken up. “Good morning, Toms- You’re here early, aren’t you?”.

Tommy was quick to reach into his bag and search for his phone, pulling it out to see that it was 8:12 am. His shift had started about 10 minutes ago. “Yeah, it’s one of the early shifts.”, he smirked. Wilbur only nodded his head, letting out a yawn as he barred his sharp teeth.

Tommy rolled his eyes and got up, he made his way to the freezer that held Wilbur’s food supply. Grabbing as much as he could carry and brought it to the mer. “Here’s breakfast, you prick.”, Tommy placed the fish beside him as he sat on the edge of the pool, his feet submerged in the water.

Wilbur leaned himself beside Tommy, looking tired as he laid his head on his scaly arms. He still faced Tommy with the same smile, eyes soft and tired yet they looked happy to see Tommy. He felt comforted, unlike how he did in his dream.

With Wilbur nearby, he leaned onto Wilbur’s arm. Nuzzling it softly as he took in a tired breath. Despite being so excited, he was still tired from waking up very early. He appreciated the warmth that radiated, some comfort after everything.

The two sat still for a moment before Tommy stood up, grabbing the fish and feeding Wilbur like he normally would during his routine, though he made sure to grab more fish than he normally would. He didn’t know what would happen if Wilbur turned human.

During that time, Wilbur had woken up fully and began to speak to Tommy like they normally would, falling into their usual banter. “I really don’t believe you’re 6’3. You’re tiny, one of the smallest humans I’ve ever seen!”.

“Dickhead! Of course, I’m 6’3! You don’t even know how tall that is for humans! You barely see any other humans besides me!”, Tommy stomped his foot in the water, causing a splash like a child would’ve done.

“I’ll have you know I’m-”, he paused. “I think I remember the humans saying I was over 40 feet? Maybe even larger, not too sure though.”, he let out a laugh. Tommy didn’t underestimate that, Wilbur was gigantic after all. He let out a playful scoff.

After the scruffle, Wilbur looked as though he wanted to say something yet seemed to hesitate. His eyes weren’t staring at Tommy directly, too caught up in his own mind. So, Tommy took it upon himself to speak first.

“Wilbur, you okay? You look like you got something to say. Big man.”, Wilbur’s gaze turned back to Tommy as Wilbur licked his lips. For a moment Tommy thought that Wilbur was thinking about storing him, although he wouldn’t mind the idea. But there the plan was still in effect.

“Yeah, yeah- I’m fine. Just, are you okay? You’re acting a little… off? I don’t know just something is telling me somethings wrong and-”, he cut himself off with a shake of his head. His gaze turned to one of concern, “You know, you can talk to me. Right?”.

Tommy’s eyes were soft as his hand went to the pocket of his wet suit. He stood up, amulet in his grip as he met Wilbur’s gaze. The mer looked worried, concern gracing his features. He leaned in closer and looked ready to listen for whatever Tommy had to say.

His lips couldn’t help but go upwards into a cheeky smile, as he spoke the words he’d been preparing to say all morning. “Wilbur… How would you like to finally get out of this hell hole?”. Wilbur’s gaze turned to a shocked expression.

“Tommy, wait- Toms, you don’t mean?”, Wilbur looked dazzled with many different emotions; Shock, relief, happiness, all sorts of things. Tommy could only nod with a smile.

He’d finally be free.

[...]

Wilbur stared down at the tiny amulet in his palm, such a small piece of jewellery would allow him his escape, his freedom. He’d waited over a decade for this moment. And finally, his moment had come.

And he had nobody else to thank besides the small human boy who stood beside him. Words couldn’t express how thankful he was, he’d only known Tommy for such a short time, a couple of months at best.

At first, when he met Tommy. There was only distaste as Tommy was simply just another human. He thought that Tommy would be like every other human he had met, some of them weren’t bad per se in Wilbur’s time but some never showed sympathy or just treated him as an animal.

Tommy was the first to treat him like an equal. It took time and Wilbur saving the boy’s life in order to communicate with each other but it worked out in the end. And now, the two of them had grown close.

The young boy had also gone through quite a bit just to get Wilbur his freedom. And now everything was falling into place, access to his freedom was now literally within the palm of his hand. If he could cry, he’d be sobbing with tears of joy.

“Just like that- Wait- Wil? Were you even listening?”, Wilbur snapped out of his daze. His cheeks flushed in embarrassment, he should be paying attention. Though in all honesty, he wanted to chirp happily out loud and reach out for the tiny boy in front of him. He was just really happy.

Tommy didn’t seem to mind though, despite his attempt at an angry glare; The boy let out a cough as he continued. “As I was saying, you basically just put the necklace around your neck and you just shrink and be human, I guess.”, he explained though he sounded uncertain.

His fins flared ever so slightly at the uncertainty. Despite his excitement, he was still a bit fearful of everything. He was nearly grown up by the time he got captured so after a bit of work, he knew he’d handle himself in the ocean just fine.

He remembered how to hunt, he tried to practice it in his small enclosure on occasion. He wondered how different the waters would be in the ocean, what it will feel like to be free in the ocean waves again.

Just, what bothered him was he wouldn’t see his pod ever again. And despite freedom being was he wanted, there was a certain anxiousness that came with the escape. Which couldn’t really be blamed, it was only natural.

Not only that but he was nervous about becoming a human, well he wouldn’t necessarily become a human. But it would be close enough.

Taking a breath of air, he nodded his head to Tommy. He wondered what it’d feel like to be human. To be around the same size as Tommy, would he be taller? Or shorter? What would it feel like to have a pair of legs?

It’d certainly be different nonetheless.

Despite his nervousness, It flooded him with a new kind of excitement. What would it be like to walk around, run with his legs? He’d be able to see Tommy much closer than he used to, they’d be the same size rather than Wilbur being a gigantic predator.

He grasped the necklace in his palm, determined to get the whole transformation progress over with and escape. A part of him was also excited to see Tommy roughly the same size as him, being able to hug him as tight as he wished without worrying about crushing him.

He took a deep breath of the air, despite not needing to do. Submerged in the water, his dry hair was now soaked in the water. He swayed his tail to the side, only for it to collide with the wall. He was really looking forward to escaping from the cramped place.

The amulet in his grip began to glow a dim light, magic sparkling from it. He began to do as Tommy instructed, bringing the amulet towards his neck.

As he did so, bubbles began to surround him. He felt strange, dizzy and tired despite being filled with energy moments ago. The amulet that would’ve never fitted around his neck, was now secured around his neck.

He looked down, no longer his scaly brown tail with white spots. It was replaced by a pair of human legs, he was now human instead of his gigantic mer self. He let out his breath that had been held the entire time.

Only to realise that he couldn’t inhale the surrounding water without his gills. He panicked, flailing his arms and new pair of legs in an attempt to swim, only for the pool to drag him down further.

The water that he once inhaled was now burning at his lungs, he couldn’t breathe despite his lungs begging for him to do so. He was drowning as his vision blurred. His mind wandered to Tommy, is this what the boy felt when he had saved him?

He was in agony.

It felt horrible, the water dragging him into its depths. It was once home, now it sought only to kill him. It was terrifying, and to imagine a gigantic predator in the water. That day he saved Tommy, after all that torment. The boy must’ve been terrified.

He was terrified.

As black spots began to fill his vision, something in the water changed. Despite being “human”, he could still feel the changes in the water. Using some energy to look upwards, he could see the blurry figure of something coming toward him.

He reached out towards it, the figure struggled but eventually, it grabbed his wrist and pulled him upwards. Soon, he emerged to the surface, clinging to the figure that had saved him from the water. He coughed out the water, his throat sore.

The grip on him was a bit weak, yet secure. Wilbur was safe, he let out a sigh of relief. When he opened his eyes, he was met with a soaked Tommy. His eyes widened as he realised that Tommy had been the one to save him as he had done long before.

A smile was brought to his face. Tommy swam with a bit of struggle towards the edge of the pool, Wilbur attempted to help but he was still flimsy with his legs.

Eventually, the two of them managed to pull each other onto the tiled floor of the area rather than the pool.

Wilbur let out a series of coughs as he adjusted, despite having inhaled air before. It felt different, more potent or something along those lines, unusual but not unnatural. His arms attempted to hold him upwards yet felt weak. He assumed it was because of the transformation.

Beside him was Tommy, panting heavily and leaning over the pool. Wilbur felt shaky and nervous, he turned himself so he wasn’t pressuring his arms and sat down as Tommy did and finally looked at his pair of legs.

His legs felt unnatural compared to everything else, he no longer had a tail instead it was like he had two tails (It was the closest comparison he could make). The new joints were unusual to move, and wiggling his toes was also a weird sensation.

He was mesmerised by his new limps, using his arms to lift his leg towards his face to observe it curiously. He attempted to bend his knee with success, letting out a yelp as he did so. It was hard to believe the pair of legs were his, that he was human.

He turned quickly at the sound of laughter, beside him Tommy was staring at him. His mouth was covered by his hand as he attempted to muffle it. Wilbur’s ears felt less sensitive than before, yet now with his new size, he was able to hear Tommy perfectly fine, maybe even louder.

Wilbur’s eyes widened at the realisation, that it was indeed a reality. That he was roughly Tommy’s size which meant… Wilbur pushed himself towards Tommy, clumsily embracing him into a hug.

Tommy let out a yelp as he collided with Wilbur, unable to support his weight as his back fell to the floor. Wilbur was on top of him, embracing him as tightly as possible. Despite laying on the cold wet floor of the facility, the hug wasn’t unbearably uncomfortable.

…

Tommy smiled, adjusting the hug so the two of them sat up. Tommy hugged back as tightly as he could, it felt strange to be able to hug Wilbur like any other human. But he was happy, happy that Wilbur could escape.

Wilbur readjusted the hug for Tommy to lean on his lap, his hands moving from his back to his soaked hair. Wilbur began to play with the wet blonde curls, it felt nice as Tommy leaned more of his weight onto Wilbur, relaxing.

Soon they’d leave, but for now. They just wanted each other’s company.

[i-am-beckyu]

Just out of Reach, but Never out of Sight

HELLO! I RETURN WITH ANOTHER CHAPTER! At least it's not been a year this time only 11 months. Been writing this and chapter 6 on and off for a while and writers block is a pain when life is also kicking my ass so glad to get this out here. Enjoy!

Chapter 5: Trails

ch 1, ch 2, ch 3, ch 4 cw: minor panic and anxiety. Kind of a fluffy chapter and just a lot of sus times lol.

wc: 3149

Disclaimer! This story is based on the characters of the Dream SMP and not the real life content creators. Anything that occurs in this story is purely fiction and should be treated as such. Thank you.

Tommy trailed his way down the long concrete path making sure to stick to the edge furthest from the road. The two beans walked just a step ahead of him, but the borrower was overly conscious of that. 

The last thing he wanted was for them to notice him dropping their little blue pebbles for a trail.

Wilbur was leading them down the path while Phil was walking with Tommy on his left and neither of them seemed to notice the boy shoving his hand in his pocket every few minutes before pulling out a few more pebbles to drop. If they had, they certainly hadn’t mentioned it.

It was a blessing how Beans could be so unobservant sometimes, and the boy hoped it would stay that way a little longer.

They’d been walking roughly ten minutes or so and so far they had only made two turns when they got to an intersection and side street, so the Borrower was confident in his abilities to get back with little to no trouble even without the pebbles, but the further they walked, the heavier the weight in his pocket became.

At this point, it was probably luck they hadn’t seen the pebbles or at least heard the tink of one dropping every now and then. Tommy had to suppress a flinch every time a stone clinked a little louder than others, but Phil and Wilbur continued walking none the wiser to the Borrower’s inner turmoil. 

Technoblade had said a brief goodbye from down the corridor before they'd left this morning since he still had his head buried in school work which was a slight relief for the boy, but still; two Beans walking him into unknown territory was nerve wracking enough, and there was no guarantee they’d be happy with just leaving him at the park to get home alone like they had arranged.

Here’s hoping they did when they arrived. 

“Not much further now Toms,” Wilbur said as he stretched his arms out in front of him before flopping them down to his sides as they walked. “Just around the next corner is the park and the playground.”

“It’s the only playground where the slide is red, since there’s a few playgrounds in this park if you’re still a bit lost.” Phil added as they turned the corner and sure enough, there was the park. 

In front of them stood an arrangement of large plastic and metal structures, all in different bright colours of reds, yellows, blues and greens. There were platforms mounted above the ground, and what looked like giant spider webs made from thick ropes suspended by metal beams. Some platforms had ladders to get up and down them and others ramps. There were even poles mounted away from the platforms to get down quickly from. It was nothing like Tommy had ever seen and none of the structures made any sense. This certainly wasn’t a normal thing he’d seen humans in before. If anything it was more like the inside of the walls once Borrowers got established; using anything and everything to just get around by any means necessary.

What on earth did Beans need to do with this? 

“Well here we are.” Phil announced as he made his way over to a bench before taking a seat. “We’re at the West end of the park but you should be able to work out which direction to go from here, right Tommy?”

“Oh- yeah, um.” Tommy jerked his head away from the playground to Phil as he came back to reality. “Yeah I know exactly where I am.” he laughed nervously hoping they wouldn’t notice his slight blunder.

He quickly glanced around taking in the rest of his surroundings, noticing a path that headed off further into the park rounding a big thicket of bushes.

“Yep just gotta head down that path over there and I’ll be on my way home big man.”

“You sure you don’t want us to walk you there?” Wilbur asked, concern written all over his face as Tommy stepped back waving him off. 

“Thanks, but no thanks. You’ve both already done so much for me and I’ll be fine to get there on my own.” the boy affirms with a smirk. “I’m tougher than I look.”

The Beans share a look, but concede, knowing they couldn’t just force themselves into Tommy’s life. They couldn’t just follow the kid home if he was against it. Definitely got laws about that. 

“Alright if you’re sure. Just get home safe then mate.” Phil smiled warmly as he came over to Wilbur placing a hand on his son's shoulder noticing how he was starting to get fidgety. He knew Wilbur didn’t want to let the kid go as much as he did, but he needed to settle.

“And Tommy just so you know, you’re welcome at our house any time.” 

“Yeah we’d love to get to know you better if you want to hang out sometime too.” Wilbur perked up at the notion looking to his Dad who nodded in agreement. “Would be so down for pizza and chill.” 

Tommy didn’t quite understand how freezing pizza would be fun since it tasted amazingly better when warm but he shrugged it off. “Um, thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.” 

Facing them one last time and taking the moment in, Tommy thanked the Beans for their help and hospitality (and silently for not immediately hating him) before turning and walking off down the path.

Phil and Wilbur smiled sadly as they watched him go until the blonde was out of view past the thick foliage. Part of Phil really wished they had insisted on getting him to his front door and Wilbur wished he hadn’t gone at all. The boy that had barreled into their lives had seemed to leave a piece missing already despite knowing him for such a short period of time. 

After a few minutes of lingering about (just in case he returned), the pair of Beans eventually began to make their way back to the house solemnly, their thoughts with the bright haired blonde. 

“We should have insisted on getting him back to the front door.” Wilbur grumbled as he kicked a pebble hard off the path and onto the road. Phil sighed as he patted his son on the back, ushering him to keep moving. 

“Come on mate. We’ll talk about this at home.” 

He just had to hope if the kid needed help again, they knew to reach out.

Back through the thickage, Tommy patiently stood and watched through the branches till the two Beans disappeared around the road corner and then some in case they came back. He couldn’t risk them seeing him follow them back and be caught a second time. 

When he was sure they were gone, he emerged from his hiding spot and trudged his way over to the playground scowling at the hunk of junk.

Honestly, what were the Beans thinking making this thing? What kind of purpose did this waste of plastic serve doing in the middle of a park?

Being called a ‘playground’ he guessed meant that humans played on it, but the things he’d seen Beans play with or on usually involved screens or Board games. I mean there was that one time he watched a human family play football, but that was literally a ball being kicked around. 

Although that one did remind him a bit of Bug ball from before he got kicked out of the colony. He’d never been allowed to play of course. The other kids were all wrongins that wouldn’t let him play. Like most of their games…

Tommy shook his head.

Dwelling on the past wasn’t going to help him much right now. He had a trail to follow. 

Checking to make sure the coast was clear, Tommy set off back the way he had come retracing his steps. It didn’t take him long to find some of the pebbles he dropped earlier and as he heaved a heavy sigh of relief. Home wasn’t lost and he’d be back before he knew it.

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t start sprinting down the path. 

He’d been lucky up to this point with getting out of the Crafts house without revealing his secret and even luckier they had let him go at all. The last thing he wanted to happen was for his trail to magically disappear and get lost again.

It was better to get back home as quickly as possible. Phil and Wilbur surely would have made it back to the house by now and even if he did plan to visit them again, he’d need to figure out a better plan first so step one: get home.

As he approached the first T junction, he glanced down looking for his trail and instantly locked onto his pebbles. He slowed down, checking around the fence on the corner both ways to make sure there were no Beans up ahead, his senses heightened and on full alert for potential dangers. 

The streets themselves appeared barren of any Beans walking up and down them for the time being, but Tommy could hear the honking of horns somewhere off in the distance meaning there were definitely Beans around, just not where he could see them for now. 

Good. 

He didn’t need to meet any more Beans today.  

Grinning, Tommy stepped out and continued following his trail home, continuing to check for threats every so often but mostly keeping his eyes trained on the pebble trail as he went.

He’d be back in the walls before Lunch.

 ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *. .*  ･ ｡ﾟ☆ : ☽ .* ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *. .*

Techno sighed as he closed his text book. 

Finally finished his assignment. 

And even a few hours left to submit it before the deadline. Honestly he thought he’d be here for at least another two hours. He’d been stuck on this one section on Ancient Egypt for a while and wasn’t sure if he’d break his writer's block as quickly as he had, but let’s go for textbook answers he guessed.

He stretched his back as it popped from the unhealthy way he’d been hunched over his work, but finally he could relax for a bit before starting the next essay. Sure it wasn’t due for another two days, but Techno liked to be punctual and get stuff done well within time. He could have had this done a week earlier had he not had to work in a group, but group work wasn’t optional as his teachers had explained and he’d be damned if he got marked down for forceful collaboration. 

It’s their fault for not doing their portion of the research fast enough that he got delayed. In fact he’d probably done 75% of the research himself instead of the 25% like he was supposed to when he was made to work with two of the class clowns who basically did nothing. He’s lucky Niki had at least done her part that he wasn’t left to do the entire thing himself. He’d made a note at the end of his report in the bibliography to reference who had gotten what information so that it didn’t affect his part of the grade if something was left out and emailed the teacher to let them know of the circumstances.

He would not be letting those slackers mooch off his hard work for an easy grade.

Of course this did mean he missed out on properly getting to greet their families brief house guest. Unfortunately, the assignment had to take priority over meeting the kid since it was worth 60% of his overall grade for the semester, but he knew his Dad understood that. It just made him look like a bad host. Although, if he gandered a guess, Tommy (like so many other newcomers he’d met) didn’t exactly seem thrilled in his presence. 

He looked worse for wear from their first introduction and perhaps him being out of the picture wasn’t a terrible thing if the kid had been abused like his family assumed. He’d seemed utterly terrified when they passed each other in the hallway this morning and the teen did feel bad for adding unnecessary stress if he was. But something also felt off about Tommy.

He couldn’t exactly place it, but something about the kids' presence didn’t sit right with him. Call it a sixth sense, but it felt like Tommy wasn’t everything he appeared to be. There was just something that told him that he wasn’t all he appeared, but for the life of him he couldn’t pinpoint what. Of course he’d only had a very short interaction with the blonde, so maybe there was more to his story than what he let on, but only time would reveal what that could possibly be. 

He may not even have the chance to discover what that may be now that he is gone. Phil and Wilbur were bound to be back any time now. Wil had texted him when they had gotten to the park and texted again when they were on their way back so they’d probably be back in through the front door any minute now. 

He just had to hope that this matter was resolved and they could get back to normal with Tommy out of the picture. No offence to the kid, but he didn’t need to worry about making someone new feel comfortable in his presence right now. 

Yes he knows he’s socially awkward. Sue him if he’d rather be in his room studying than having to worry about not giving another person a heart attack for being 6’2 and dressing like an absolute King they all cower like peasants.

Okay maybe that’s a bit harsh but eh. Can’t win 'em all.

A shuffling of keys slipping out of a pocket and into a lock was the cue Techno heard to know his family had returned. In walked Wilbur somberly, as the brunette trudged past the dining room and into the living room, before flopping face first down into the couch cushions. 

“Hey we’re back.” Phil called as he closed the door as Technoblade emerged from his room and met his youngest by the dining room entryway and cast a tired look to his other son moping on the couch. 

“Wilbur, look I know you like Tommy but you can’t come back and act like the world is ending.” 

“Don’t. Care.” Came back a muffled reply through the cushion, as Techno rolled his eyes at his younger brother. 

And Wilbur says he’s dramatic.

“He spends a day with some lonely teenager and is already attached.” Techno scoffs as he waltzes over to take a seat in the old recliner as his brother abruptly pushes up from the couch to retort. 

“I’m not attached, I’m just concerned for his well being which if someone had actually been polite and been there when we were talking to him would know.”

“Wilbur.” Phil warned as the brunette glared daggers at his nonchalant brother as he picked up the day's newspaper from the coffee table. “You know Techno has had a lot on his plate with his assignments. Besides, you saw how Tommy reacted when they met. Kid was already under enough stress as it was. No offence Tech.”

“None taken.” He replied as he flicked the paper out to better read the news.

“Well still, he should have at least tried to make an effort.” Wilbur spat before face planting back into the cushion.

Typical Wilbur.

Always the drama queen. 

Phil just sighed as he dragged a hand down his face giving Techno an apologetic look as his other son rolled his eyes. This morning's events had certainly been a lot. There was still a part of him that wanted to race back to the park just in case Tommy was still there. It was silly; he knew that, but that didn’t change how he felt about it. Wasn’t hard to see where Wilbur got his clinginess from- even if he himself had his emotions in check.

“Do you think we’ll ever see him again?” Wilbur asked softly, hope evident despite knowing the answer. 

“That will depend on Tommy I’m afraid.” 

The offer was there. Their doors were open if Tommy were to come back and something told Phil he might. The child didn’t seem to have received an ounce of true care before meeting them and Tommy obviously craved it. But his cautious nature seemed to be holding him back and he couldn’t blame him if his suspicions were right. 

“If he ever needs help, he’ll know where to find us.”

“We shouldn’t have let him go in the first place.” Wilbur protested sourly as he sat up and abruptly crossed his arms. “What if he goes back home and gets hurt worse that he doesn’t make it out huh? We don’t even know where he lives to help him if something goes wrong!” 

Phil sighed tiredly as he walked over and joined Wilbur on the couch, throwing his arm over his son's shoulder and rubbing the other comfortingly.

“Wilbur, I know your heart is in the right place and I’m so proud of you for keeping calm when we left him at the park, but if we had forced Tommy to tell us and made him take us back, what would that feel like for Tommy?” Phil gave his son’s shoulder a squeeze. 

“Do you think you’d trust me again if you didn’t know me and forced me to tell you things that might get you hurt for sharing later? How do we know that us showing up might escalate things further and put Tommy in danger? We just don’t know.”

Wilbur leaned into his father’s embrace and pushed his head into his fathers shoulder like he was six years old and trying to hide from the world again. 

“I hate it when you’re right.” he muffledly replied in the blondes embrace.

Techno eyed his father and brother from behind the paper and mentally groaned. It didn’t take a genius to know that his Dad had grown attached to the boy like his brother and if they did show their face back here, it’d be just his luck they’d have a new permanent resident soon. His family knew how to be patient when it mattered.

He couldn’t say he was surprised really. His family had been helping people like Tommy for years. Phil was like a mother bird and everyone in need of help his chicks. It was admirable in all honesty, but he just couldn’t shake his thoughts from earlier.

It shouldn’t bother him really, but that same funny feeling returned when the boy's terror filled eyes flashed in his mind and that off feeling returned. 

Perhaps he should have stayed and met Tommy properly…

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YAY! IT'S OUT! FINALLY! Techno is so sus of Tommy and I love it! There's a reason he avoids Techno's stuff and I can't wait to do more with his character soon!

I have gone back and forth on this Chapter so many times it's not funny! Chapter 6 is being written and I have probably jinxed myself saying it, but I hope to get the next part out sooner than to have such a massive gap between chapters. It really is my baby and I just want to get it finished! Thanks to Munchkin for Beta reading for me again (and fixing my bad grammar again lol)

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[cyncerity]

Ok so I’ve had an idea in my head for a while and I’m just gonna share it here:

Sizeshifter Fundy au:

(This story is set in a really similar place to the canon smp, just with some minor timeline and event differences up until the Fundy part and everything just goes batshit)

Fundy is Wilbur’s biological son, like in canon. Phil is his grandpa and Tommy is his technical uncle.

Techno is there too he just isn’t related to Fundy, even though he’s always just kinda been around.

The SBI are all sizeshifters, and were all trained by Phil at a fairly young age to be able to control their powers, so they know what theyre doing, and they know how to keep calm so they don’t have an accidental emotion based shift. (foreshadowing uh oh-)

Wil and Tommy got their abilities genetically from Phil, Techno on the other hand they just kinda found, and he happened to also be a sizeshifter.

Phil thought it was important for them to know how to control their powers since he didn’t know what could happen if someone else on the smp found out about it. Someone like Schlatt or Dream wouldn’t hesitate to throw them in a jar to mess with them, or turn all their friends against the shifter if they were found while giant.

They used to use their powers a lot in secret though, before their family fell apart, shortly before Wilbur left to start L’manberg. And around the time Fundy was born.

Fundy was brought up by Wilbur, and around the time he turned 3 Wilbur and Phil decided that Fundy shouldn’t know what his family was unless he started to show signs of being a shifter himself. Techno and Tommy were left out of the matter completely since they were both fairly uninterested with Fundy. So when Fundy didn’t show any signs, they didn’t tell him, and never shifted in front of him (even though they rarely shifted at all anymore).

At least, Wil didn’t think he saw any signs with Fundy. He was so caught up with his family drama, Sally (no I will not go into more detail about this right now), and trying to start a country that he didn’t notice his son begin to take on telltale signs of being a shifter.

Fundy just assumed he got sick easily and was prone to dizziness and migraines.

Fast forward to now-

Fundy is stressed constantly. His dad is dead. His grandpa hates him. His friends think of him as a joke. He’s never been taken seriously. No one cares about his well-being. No one cares about him. And on top of that his migraines have been getting worse, though he presumes it’s because of his deteriorating mental state.

Most nights he just falls asleep in a ball on the floor of his home, head in his knees, crying, trying to remember where it all went wrong, before waking up the next morning and pretending nothing happened.

Until one day he wakes up and his head hits his ceiling.

Needless to say, he’s more than a little freaked out that he’s now around 20 ft tall. Which makes his surprised scream of terror all the more audible to the people around him.

Puffy, Sam, and HBomb were at his door in seconds. All just as confused as him, possibly even a little scared.

The news about Fundy spreads quick, along with the news that no one has any idea what to do about it. No potions or spells they’ve tried have worked, and Fundy is on the verge of a mental breakdown.

Soon everyone on the smp is worried that something could be causing people to grow giant, and it’s all anyone wants to talk about.

So it isn’t too long until the news spreads to a certain few members of an Antarctic Syndicate, a recently revived child, and one particularly worried ghost.

[munchkin1156]

IT WAS WILBUR WASN'T IT!?? WILBUR GAVE LIL TOMMY THE SIZESHIFTING DEVICE!!!!

TELL ME IM RIGHT! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BECAUSE IF YES WHY DON'T THEY REMEMBER EACH OTHER QwQ

THEY COULD HELP EACH OTHER OUT AND WE GET CRIME BOIS TIMES!!!!!! I WANT THAT QwQ

AAAAHHHHH I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THIS ASK SORREH-

It was Wilbur! :D…

Why don’t they remember each other?

…

Have a nice day! :]

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Bug Catching

Hey- I'm still here and yes I'm still making content for MCYT gt my motivation kind of just launched itself into space and took a bit to come back, I have two more stories in the work that hopefully will be coming out soon! For now please enjoy this very fluffy AU that if you're confused on what's going on you can send in ask! (Also depending on my motivation you're either getting more fluff for Me and JKnights AU collab or Bubblegum Buzz, you'll find out which one you get at some point dw)

Content warning- None! We viding here!

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Tommy was on a mission! His Dad had gotten him a new net and notebook for his 6th birthday and summer had finally arrived, that man it was time for him to adventure into the forest and find new bugs to catch and write about in his book!

The blonde grabbed his yellow rain boots, his satchel bag that looked like a ladybug, and his new bug catching net and ran out of the house heading towards the forest that surrounded his home. Tommy was going to catch every single bug in the forest and write them down in his notebook! Nothing was going to stop him!

"Tommy!" 'oh no it was Dadza-' "Tommy you know you're not allowed to head out into the woods alone." Tommy slowly walked over to the kitchen giving his father puppy dog eyes, Philza simply crossed his arms smiling down at him. "You know that doesn't work on me Tommy."

"Please? If I don't get out there now I won't be able to catch any big bugs!" Tommy tried explaining to his father as he hugged his notebook and net close to his chest, why couldn't grown-ups understand things that are so simple?

"You can go out once Wilbur is done with his homework." Philza stated as he started packing up some snacks into a small bag, Tommy took his rain boots off and left his net right by the front door as he walked over to the counter and reached up for an apple. Philza happily handed him one "How about you go ask your brother when he's going to be done with his homework? Maybe you can even help him!"

Tommy thought the idea over for a moment and quickly noticed in his head as he ran upstairs to his brother's room and started pounding on the door to get his attention, he didn't stop pounding until the door swung open and his brother looked down at him, obviously annoyed. The blonde simply smiled as he grabbed his brother's hand and started dragging him out of the room.

"Going on an adventure that's way more important than your homework!" Tommy proclaimed as he was suddenly lifted up into the air by his brother and carried back into his room, Wilbur set Tommy down on his bed as he went back to doing his homework. Tommy crossed his arms grumbling.

"Once I'm done doing this I'll take you out to the forest so you can draw pictures of your bugs." Wilbur stated is he moved on to the second sheet of his homework "And don't get all grumpy with me Tommy, trust me I'd rather be out in the forest drawing bugs with you than doing this stupid homework."

Tommy dramatically laid down on his brother's bed staring up with the ceiling fan and watched it slowly turn around and around- then had an absolutely brilliant idea! Tommy quickly set up right and ran over to his brother's side grabbing one of his hands, he got a big smile on his face as he started dragging his brother away from his desk in his wheelie chair. "Then we'll just say you finished it! Dadza won't know!"

Wilbur was about to protest until he realized his little brother was technically right, he smiled down at the blonde and scooped Tommy up into his arms grabbing his son hat and putting it on as he walked out of his room running down the stairs, he sat Tommy down has he started putting his shoes on and grabbed his house keys. "Dad! Where going out now!"

"Ok! Be safe out there boys and make sure you come back before sundown!" Philza yelled from the kitchen as he watched his boys run out into the forest through the kitchen window, he smiled to himself hoping that he would have a peaceful adventure out in the woods.

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Tommy was extremely proud of himself! He had drawn four pictures of blue butterflies, five pictures of red ladybugs, and seven pictures of bumblebees! The blonde continued adding the final details of his six ladybug drowning as the bug flew away, he stood up from his spot in the grass and tried chasing after it but felt his brother grab his wrist.

"Tommy I've told you this three times you can't chase after the bugs, come on let's find you a different ladybug to draw" Wilbur started walking in the opposite direction of the darker part of the woods hoping to find something his brother would want to draw but then they felt the ground shaking a little in a familiar voice call out Wilbur's name, he quickly picked up Tommy and yelled back.

"Niki! It's me and Tommy! Where are you?" Tommy noticed how the ground stopped shaking when his name was mentioned and then saw his sister practically jump out of a nearby bush looking very panicked and ran over to Wilbur "Niki are you ok-"

"We need to talk in private- I- I-" Niki started stumbling over her words, her anxiety taking over a little, Tommy was placed on the ground and told to go find some bugs to draw and happily ran off wanting to find another bumblebee. Niki was the toughest person in the world so you didn't need to worry about her!

Tommy wandered deep into the darker parts of the forest desperately trying to catch a small patch of yellow he saw in the distance, absolutely certain it was a bee, then Tommy finally got closer to the fluffy yellow thing deep within the woods he bumped into what looked like a giant shoe. Tommy took a few steps away from the shoe, very confused until he looked past the shoe and saw a giant person attached to it!

The young blonde stared at the giant brunette absolutely amazed but also a bit scared considering how big this person was, he went completely still as the brunette slowly turned around to face him a few tears running down his face. Oh no! Was the giant hurt?

"Are you ok giant?" Tommy asked as the giant frantically wiped at his face trying to get rid of his tears, he jumped a little as the giant spoke their voice very loud.

"No! I'm fine, I'm a big boy and I'm not lost." The brunette practically proclaimed as he crossed his arms glaring down at the forest floor, Tommy just stood there very confused and unsure of what to say until he noticed a pair of giant bee wings on the Giants back and small antenna poking out of his head. The blonde suddenly had an idea and pulled out his bug net doing his best to put it on top of the giant shoe.

The giant brunette looked down at him extremely confused now but stayed completely still, obviously not bothered by the small net now on his shoe.

"What are you doing ladybug?" The brunette asked tilting his head to the side as Tommy pulled out his notebook and started drawing in it.

"I have captured you! Now I'm going to write you down in my book!" Tommy explained smiling up at the Giant and then going back to trying to draw him, he drew a really big rock and a tree to show just how big the brunette was in his drawing.

"Ooh ok! Are you going to let me go when you're done drawing?" The brunette asked leaning in closer to try seeing the drawing on the small piece of paper, Tommy smiled up at the giant nodding his head.

"Of course! It would be mean of me to not let you go when I'm done drawing my picture, also what's your name? I'm Tommy!" Tommy asked if he stopped coloring for a few minutes and looked up at the giant again.

"Oh! My name is Tubbo, it's nice to have been caught by you!" Tubbo smiled back down at Tommy "How is your drawing going?"

"Oh I'm all down!" Tommy quickly took his net off of Tubbo's shoe and took a few steps away from him as he held up the drawing so the giant could see it, he did his best not to flinch back as Tubbo laid down on his stomach and got extremely close to look at the drawing.

"Ooh that's a really good drawing! I like how you drew my wings!" Tubbo stated as he slowly backed away from Tommy and set up right still smiling down at the human, Tommy got a big smile on his face hugging his notebook close to his chest.

"Thank you! I really like drawing bugs, especially bumblebees! They're my favorite!" Tommy explained to Tubbo watching as the giant's eyes lit up with excitement.

"Bumblebees are my favorite bugs too! I especially like the big fluffy ones, they just look so soft and huggable!" Tubbo started rocking back and forth where he sat obviously excited to meet someone else who liked bees.

"They are! I wish bees were big enough to hug them-"

"Tommy! Tommy, where are you!?" 

Tommy quickly turned around when he heard his brother yelling out his name and taking a few steps towards his brother's voice, he was suddenly not to the ground by a gust of wind in a flash of something pink. The blonde quickly set up right and turned around seeing that Tubbo was- gone?

"Tommy!" Wilbur ran over to his little brother scooping him up into his arms and hugging him tightly as he began walking back towards their home "I was so worried about you! I told you to go find some bugs to draw, not run off into the dangerous part of the woods!"

Tommy just wrapped his arms around Wilbur's neck "I'm sorry Wilby, I just wanted to draw the big bee!" 

"You still shouldn't have wandered off so deep into the forest." Wilbur just continued walking as the sun slowly started to set behind the two brothers.

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Wilbur quietly walked into the house as he heard his father walking around in the kitchen and talking on the phone with them and quickly made his way over to the stairs setting Tommy down on them, he quickly told his little brother to go upstairs and get ready for dinner watching as the blonde quickly ran upstairs towards the bathroom. The brunette slowly made his way over to the kitchen poking his head inside and watching his father talk on the phone.

"Yes. Yes I know the rules. No we didn't do this on purpose- there children they don't know any better!" Philza practically yelled into his phone struggling to keep his composure, he took in a deep breath and finally hung up the phone and looked over at his eldest son.

"A-Are we in trouble?" Wilbur asked nervously, stepping into the kitchen and rubbing his arms.

"No. No one is in any trouble, we have been given a warning but no other action should be taken." Philza pinch to the brim of his nose feeling a headache coming on "But Eret and Niki won't be able to come and visit us for a few weeks."

Wilbur frowned as he stared down at the ground still rubbing at his arms "I'm sorry Dad…I should have been paying better attention to him and-"

"Wilbur this is no one's fault, go get cleaned up and I'll finish making us dinner okay?" Philza smiled up at his son and watched as he started walking upstairs, he let out a deep sigh as he pulled out his phone again and dialed his wife's number.

Hopefully they could get all of this sorted out.