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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.

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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.

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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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merry christmas to all who celebrate!!

here’s my boys from the Store Shifter au celebrating christmas for the first time 💕

they live in the vents lol, Dream gave them a bunch of stuff to decorate their little hideout with!

i have a little bit of a backstory to this drawing that i might post later, but i just really wanted to get something out for the holidays! it’s been a long while since i’ve drawn something fully rendered out like this, so it was a lot of fun!!

here’s to another year of art and fics, im not burning out with this content anytime soon and that is both a threat and a promise! 💕

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Interest check

aka; data collection!

This is what it sounds like, to collect data for this event so that we can hopefully make more decisions on what to do next. Please read the first section!!!

Once again, ask if you have questions, and reblogs are very appreciated for more reach.

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Borrower Tommy is a silly guy.

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Another One for the TVD!AU 😅👍

He looks like an updated version of my very first Gacha Version of him 😅

{My Main AU Tommy is a Phoenix Hybrid, with a thick layer of Dark Grey soot/ash on his Wings hiding their true appearance.}

My Main AU[P-S-S(Puppet_Stringed_Server) AU / H!AU_EX!AR] Tommy:

I desperately need to update him- He looks so bland- 😅

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"Hey what's your name?"

"Ezekiel."

"Fuck you, Ezekiel!"

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*Reminder, this are the characters and not the real people*

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[ So... this fic is a bit darker than what I usually write, but it still follows the same principles of having strictly soft and safe vore. Also, in this au, XD is horrible with communicating with people when he is saving their lives via noms, so that's that. I have put down a long list of warnings because... well, I have had an experience with a chapter containing just soft/safe vore as a warning but had more warnings needed as it was almost the same as this chapter I wrote in theme but not in style or fandom. Still, I hope you enjoy.]

[ Warning: Instinctive behaviour, fearplay, gore, near severed limb, soft vore, safe vore, healing vore, my au, uncanon, mentions of injuries worsening, thoughts of death, frostbite, hypothermia, starvation, feral behaviour, near death experience, angst, body horror, animal death, painful shifting mentions, throwing up, illnesses, XD being XD in this au being terrible with communicating with people when he is saving their lives, hard vore mention (none happen) and thoughts of digestion (none happen), cursing, XD being a bit soft, brotherly/fatherly XD.]

Chilly Rescue

The white desert was unforgiving as the storm approached to redo its blanket of white. The unforgiving bitter element mocking anything that had gotten trapped in this environment built for the fit and healthy. It was survival of the fittest in the snow-covered landscape.

Another howl of pain escaped from her lips as she unsuccessfully tried to get the snare off of her leg. But the string was incredibly thin but strong. It slipped and cut her hands whenever she attempted to get it off. Plus, it didn't help with the fact that the string was almost invisible. Whatever this trap was meant for surely had to be around the size of a fox and was not meant for her.

Her poor pantleg was cut through by the string, and said string had dug into her flesh, right to the bone. The blood had oozed out of the cuts the thin object had made, staining the once white powder with its red colour into a gorgeous pink. Had it not been her blood, it would've looked pretty.

She pulled her leg, trying to snap the object which only led to more pain and the cuts to deepen, creating opportunities for bacteria to make way and create infections. She had been here for only a few hours, and could already feel the power the snow had. The power of the cold had already seeped into her boots, making way to painfully and eagerly cause her to get frostbite. Hypothermia was not the main focus on her mind at the moment. Her focus was to get out of here as quickly as possible before frostbite would happen.

Her anatomy made it possible to not receive frostbite or hypothermia as quickly as normal humans normally would. Her genetics and mutations had to play a part of her near "immunity" to those two dangers.

However, infections were not in the same class as hypothermia and frostbite. She would still get the infections, and it would only add up to her pain. She didn't know how communicators worked and didn't have one as she and Juliette were fine by themselves most of the time as they had each other's backs when facing any mobs. But now? Now she was alone in the snow biome with nothing to help her to survive, no one to watch her back as she weakened with every passing hour. She wasn't going to make it out alive unless...

She shivered as another cold gust of wind attacked her, gritting her teeth as they chattered from the bitter enviroment and grunted as she only shifted certain parts of her body, which did not go pain free. Shifting hurt, due to bones snapping and reforming in her very own body. The bones moving around to accommodate whatever limb she shifted, or the bones even grew to fit the anatomy of the creature she shifted into, organs moving and shifting to better fit into the spaces of the lizard-type creatures she shifted into, or even shrunk if shifting into a small thing. She had to hold back a scream that would've been mixed with dragonic roars. That's how painful it was, but she pushed through by gritting her teeth and grunting in the pain she went through.

She was left breathless after the short and more simple shift, immediately collapsing as her body had just exhausted itself even more, more energy used to shift bones and some organs and maybe some skin.

" S... shit."

She could only mutter with quivering lips upon looking down, catching glimpses of a few white and some dark grey scales hidden between the rest of the obsidian black. That was bad news. Very, very bad news. It meant that her body was almost too cold and would shut down into eternal slumber with no chance of ever waking up... She must've felt like an iceblock with how white some of the scales were.

" This isn't good... This is really not good."

That was a clear sign of her hypothermia in this form, and it wasn't that bad, unless she counted the other factor: frostbite. She had near severe frostbite. Her hands weren't that bad but her human feet? She shivered at the thought of it and the cold.

It had begun at the tip of her tail, and would eventually advance towards her heart, stopping the organ from pumping blood through her entire system and cause her death. Another threat this part of her shifting side had to endure and keep an eye on. She was stuck, and it wouldn't matter how much she tried, she wouldn't be able to escape if someone, by some miracle, found her and released her. However, she would be too weak to walk or even move due to some bloodloss and lack of nutrition, not to mention that she was dehydrated.

Eating snow was a no go if she wanted to drink. Just snow alone that melted would cause her temperature to go lower than it already was, and this from was leeping her alive. But for how long? She wouldn't be able to shift into the dragon form from the little energy she had left, and the fact that she could amputate her own limb if she were to shift. Both were a death sentence if she wanted one of the two. But food? She could really use some right about now.

She lifted her head, scanning the area for some unsuspecting prey to catch and eat. But all she saw was the white blanket that stretched on for miles. No animal in sight, or the sound of one either. Nothing. There was absolutely nothing for her try to fry with her fire. It would cause her temperature to go down, but after consuming her prey? It would rise above the body heat she had now. Anything she could get her claws on would be enough to get her energy refilled for later when she needed it most.

" Damn it! Of all the places I can't hunt stray herds, it had to be here of all places?! Damn it!"

But alas, she knew nothing would be dumb enough to trek this snowy terrain. Her hopes were too high for a potential meal, and a possible way to regain heat. She was starving and would do anything to get a meal to fill up her stomach, even if it was just a small bird or something. Anything would do, at this point. Even a rock would do, as she was that desperate. Her stomach growled, letting her hear how it was not pleased with being empty and even giving her a piece of its anger as hunger pangs began. She whimpered, curling around her middle as tightly as she could to squeeze those pangs away. However, it did anything but help her. The pangs were uncomfortable to deal with, if not painful too. The longer the pangs went on, the more painful they had become.

It got to a point where she had passed out from the pain at one point, and woke up with pain. Her body was not able to get nutrition from other animals, and had started to ear away at her fat reserves. Therfore, the hunger pangs.

The layers of clothes were not making it easy to spot how thin her body had become from not eating for two days, a factor her anatomy played with why she had gotten so skinny. The skin on her hands almost looked like they had shrunk and grasped at the bone, which gave her hands a skeletal look. She hated her anatomy, but was thankful for it too. She hated it because of the skin shrinking uncomfortably against to her bones and loved it as it produced heat with what she shifted into. However, it depended on how long she had been in a certain enviroment. This environment, for example, could kill her within less than five days while others she could survive for up to three weeks if conditions were minimal but could survive an extra two weeks if they were optimal.

She knew that she had to accept her fate bestowed upon her, but her stubborn personality prevented that from happening. It prevented her from giving up, and caused her to make up thoughts that brought false hope. A mechanism designed in her body to try to survive as long as it possibly could.

-x-

Another day had passed, and she was sure that she wouldn't survive longer. It was day three and she could already feel her body letting go of itself, already giving up on surviving. She was sure that she wouldn't make it through to day four. That's what her body told her, but her mind had said the total opposite. It had enough knowledge to know that she would be able to maybe survive day four and, even if it was slim, survive day five. However, she would not be able to survive day six. If she did, she would be surprised to have even survived six days in the chilly enviroment that would take her life on the night of day six.

Again, she scanned the white wasteland for prey. Whatever god had heard her pleas for food had answered with a small herd of sheep and a traveller walk her way. To them, she looked like a very black rock with snow. To her, she saw easy prey that could help her survive. If got some form of food, she would be able to regain her strength to survive for much longer, thanks to the wool the sheep had.

Carefully, she got into position to pounce, entirely focused to realize thatvshe had started to shift into something out of nightmares.

Skin broke, cracking as it began to tear off of her body and sprawl around her. Where the organ had been torn off, deep scars had formed with fungus growing out of them, and a deep obsidian black liquid poured from it, sizzling upon touching the snow. Her head had shifted, neck extending with extra small finger-like appendages formed where the spine was. Her head had transformed into something resembling a dragon. However, the skin tore off to reveal a skull and her jaws had turned into a sharp beak. The beak made of bone and the bottom of it had split. Her hands and hind limbs had snapped, extra limbs grew out from where the elbows and knees were. Her tail split in half, teeth formed where the flesh had been exposed and even the wings grew. The surface of the membranes pulsed as if it were alive, extra eyes formed on her now horror of a body to stare at the prey in front of her. The mask had fused with her head, causing the flowery parts to grow in her eyes and the roots to form stitches on her beak. In reality, they created flesh that looked like it had been slit when she opened it. As if it couldn't get more disturbing, her skin shrunk closer to her body to make her look like a mummy.

She didn't notice how the snare had dug into her skin, sawing her bone with how focused she was with hunting. Her body had gone under a defense mechanism for if the situation was dire, like her anatomy had displayed. She had to wait for the perfect moment to strike, to hunt as many sheep as she could. The traveller didn't even notice her difference in size or how she had transformed. All they knew was that they had to get past the "rock" and then they'd be on their merry way. What they would least expect is for the "rock" to be an actual living being that had shifted to perfect their hunt, or the few sheep that would go missing.

Maybe they wouldn't notice as it would be easy to get lost with the oncoming storm that approached rather quickly. Not only would it benefit her from camouflage, but it would also cause some of the herd of sheep to wander from the safety of the herd. She would be able to move without the traveller raising suspicion of her being actually a rock.

This was good. It meant that could eat! She watched the human slip past her, the herd staying close behind him as if he was the leader. Well, he technically was the leader of the herd. Once the herd was within reach, she attacked.

The herd and traveller panicked as she rose from her laid position, going after the sheep instead of the traveller. To her utter annoyance, the traveller fought back, trying to defend the sheep from her twenty-nine foot height and fifty foot long body, tail included. However, she didn't focus on him and grabbed a few sheep with her beak that split at the bottom, sharp teeth sinking into the soft wool as they made panicked sheep noises, the traveller booking it after gathering the rest of the herd.

It wasn't until she was aware of her surroundings that she felt the string not attached to her foot. Nervously, with the three sheep she had caught in her jaws, she saw that the reflective string had cut into her bone. She immediately dropped the sheep, shifting painfully back to her dragonoid form to inspect the damage.

The string had cut into her bone, and nearly severed her foot off. She sighed, turning her gaze back at the sheep. They were dropped far out of her reach, which she wasn't worried about at all. She could shift her tail to grow longer and grab her catch. Problem was that she was extremely low on energy and would have severe consequences. But if she ate the sheep quickly or even got a small chunk of it, she would have enough energy to keep warm.

It was a gamble and a risk. A risk she was willing to take, even if it meant she would pass out after retrieving her meals. With pained grunts and prevented screams by gritting her teeth, she managed to shift her tail longer with painful ease and retrieve her well-deserved meal. She could feel herself getting woozy after reshifting her tail back to its normal length. Had she not bitten into the sheep prior during her body's defensive mechanism, she wouldn't have been abke to eat some of the raw meat the sheep had hidden behind skin and wool. The soft and sweet meat felt refreshing as it slid down her throat satisfyingly and stopped her hunger pains. Her once mummified hands were nornal again, thanks to the sheeps moist flesh. It would be disgusting for many, had there not been the fact that she was a predator that could eat raw and cooked meat.

She was nearly done with her first kill, before she felt hunger pangs again. She grunted, placing her hands on the ice as she jerked with pain, panting while coughing. Her entire body felt like it had been thrown down a ravine accompanied with lava and a dozen zombies. Black sludge escaped her mouth, staining the snow in black as more poured out of the opening. She could only watch in horror as it kept coming out, her body quivering in fear at the sight of the black liquid. Her body wracked many more coughs, collapsing onto her side as it became too much of a coughing fit to sit upright.

She saw bits of black sludge dye the white wool black before it had sizzled away into nothingness. Her stomach acid... why did she cough up her stomach acid? Was it something inside the sheep? Or had she gotten ill? Probably illness. Her kill was fresh and had no parasites, which wouldn't matter with how strong her acid could be. She had probably gotten ill from the cold before she could even warm herself up by eating the flesh of the animal. But that wasn't a problem. This was the second time, and she knew that she just needed to warm up by using the wool all three her kills had.

Weakly, she grabbed her kills and carfully sheered the wool of using her claw skills. She didn't want to stain the precios material with the stomach acid that had made a hole where she had coughed it up. She carefully placed the wool down, creating a nest of sorts and curled up tightly as best as she could without getting an early amputation of her foot. Immediately, she felt a bit warmer, but not by much.

Now she wished that she hadn't travelled to get some obsidian blocks from the nearest village from where she had stayed. The nearest village was more than 200 blocks away, and they had no resources for when a literal sandstorm blocked her only path home without the need to worry about danger. And where did that land her? Where danger came in many forms!

-x-x-x-

More than seven days have passed, and she was still trapped. Her frostbite had gotten worse and her hypothermia got really close to her heart. She was sure that she wasn't going to make it. She knew that pretty damn well.

However, thete was a shift in the air. And she saw a shadow loom over her. Confused, she weakly looked up, only to glare weakly despite the fear in her chest. The familiar masked mob was looming right above her, the mask moching her condition with silent insults trailing behind, the four massive wings that were behind it calmly and subtly moved as it floated, the two halos forming an "X" infront of the mask just glowing a dim yellow.

She let out a weak snarl, but was no match for the mob to suddenly transform into a more humanoid appearance. Though the mask was still there, and it had an extra pair of arms. She was in and out of focus, her energy long ago wasted to hunt three days ago, which had been unsuccessful. She kept growling at the "human" that was still a behemoth compared to her.

" Oh my~ It seems the once defensive warrior has been caught in a trap~"

She bared her teeth at him, but couldn't maintain her posture for long. She was an easy kill now, and this mob knew that. She could barely use her arms to lift her torso up, barely able to lift her head up without it feeling like she used effort to do so. He could end her life if he wanted to. She didn't want to admit that she was terrified at the thought of being crushed or killed by him.

He crouched down, and she instinctively backed away from him by an inch, still growling and suppressing pained whimpers. The head tilted of the behemoth, one arm reaching towards her, which earned a shriek from her. She nearly tugged her limb off, were it not for her weak state and condition. She already got severe frostbite, and had managed to survive it with her dragonoid form.

" You were much braver than this when I first met you."

He dared to comment, reaching for her despite the growls of attempted intimidation. He didn't seem to hear them, as if completely ignoring the sounds as he finally curled his fingers around her. Again, she was frantic and tried to move away by struggling out of his grasp. She didn't want to lose her limb, despite the flesh being frozen and rotten like a zombie's.

But when he pulled her away, there was nothing that hit the ground when he lifted her up. She dared to look, and saw her nearly severed limb still attached. Albeit it threatened to fall off. But with how he suddenly held a hand below her and placed her on it, she doubted it.

She stopped growling, but didn't stop glaring upon redirecting her attention to the mask. She then saw how close she was to the mask and the eyes on her. That's when she stopped glaring, when her body didn't dare to breath like her brain wanted to.

" But now you are a weak little thing on the brink of death. I am surprised you lasted this long without water, but it seems you had managed to catch food."

He wasn't talking to her directly. He merely stating facts with what he saw from where she had previously been. That still didn't make her feel easy by the way he had stared at her through the mask.

A hand suddenly appeared out of the corner of her eye, and lifted the mask up to reveal his mouth. Her eyes widened as a dark thought crossed her, and she felt pathetic for going into prey mode. She had no energy to shift into that body horror monstrosity or anything. She didn't have enough energy to even shift into her original form without passing out and never wake up again.

" But you are still weak and vulnerable from the elements here."

She saw his lips and mouth twitch as he spoke, how he had extremely sharp canines that could cut her with ease.

" Think of this as... my way of thanking you for keeping me entertained."

His lips parted, and the hand hsd tilted to let her slide into the cavern. It was incredibly hot to the touch on some parts of her body that had bare skin, but she knew that it was from staying in the cold for so long. The muscle beneath her had moved, maneuvering her into the maw until she was fully inside. She wanted to struggle, but her body was way too weak.

" Hey-! Please! Please let me go! Let me out! Please!"

She could only plea for him to let her out ,with a fear she didn't know she had, despite the fact that she could die instantly from the elements that awaited outside if he listened. But she knew that this... she couldn't call him a mob if he was this sentient. He had to be some type of creature.

The tongue lifted her up, and she felt herself slide towards... She screamed as soon as she began to slide towards the throat, trying desperately to dig her claws into the muscle with no luck. She slid down head first, a swallow pulling her halfway down into the esophagus.

" Please! Don't-"

She was automatically pleading for her life, already weakly squirming in an attempt to get out of her predicament, but to no avail. She felt herself get dragged into the throat after a second swallow. The rippling flesh around her pulsed with life, and pushed in on her as if tpying with her. She barely had a second to get herself together when a pressure from the outside pressed in on her and then... and then she was swallowed for the last time.

She had slid down the tube, all while she pleaded for her life to be spared. But she only got humbled with pleased hums, how the being had hummed in bliss with her slowly travelling down the esophagus and towards the organ that would kill her first.

She kept squirming, all while the being hummed at her struggles as tears threatened to fall down her cheeks. The tube she went down had completely kept her from struggling more than she was capable of, but not tight enough to cause pain to her dehydrated body and injured leg. It was as if-

' No! Don't think like that!'

She shook her head at the thought that popped up, didn't dare to think that the flesh was being careful with her smalker and weaker body. Her mind nagged at her, but she shut it up real quick with a quick yelp at a tight ring of muscle that opened up beneath her.

" The... the... sphincter... Nonononononononononononono!"

She frantically tried to struggle again, which only resulted in her being deposited into the organ quicker, splashing into a glowing green liquid. Her mind told her that she needed to get out of here, that she was in danger of being digested quickly. She thought that she saw her flesh melt off-

She found a bit of strength to struggle, wings flapping in distress and tail thrashing behind her like a whip. She was beyond terrified, mind far from thinking straight and reasoning of how she could injure herself further, or cost her a limb.

However, the space tightened around her, and she screamed, folding her wings close to herself as she prepared to be bruised. However, the space slacked again, as if it had sensed her distress and fear. She didn't move until the glowing liquid reminded her where she was. But... why wasn't she being eaten by the acid?

She sat there, not moving or saying anything and it was as if the being also didn't move with how still the organ was. However, when she calmed down enough, that's when it hit her and she was dumbfounded.

" Wha- how... how am I still alive?"

She asked to no one in particular. However, he mind made up excuses as that digestion took longer for this large being or that her body was somehow immune to the acids. But then, why didn't her leg burn or melt away?

She heard him speak, and couldn't help but tense up.

" Mortal, calm down. My anatomy is far more complex than your little minds could understand. So, I ask if you have figured it out?"

" Figured what out?!"

She snapped, hissing but dared to not move. But what did he mean?! What was he trying to imply?! It didn't make sense to her. It didn't make sense at all in the first place.

" So you haven't figured it out?"

" What are you talking about?! What haven't I figured out yet?!"

" I just told you that my anatomy is far more complex than what your brain could handle."

" Then enlighten me before I fucking die?!"

She fell forward when the organ swayed, landing in the liquid again. That's when her mind realized something. To see if her mind was right, she lifted her scarred hand out of the fluid and saw that it had begun to close up. The wounds were almost gone.

" You aren't going to die, mortal. You are simply in another space that would heal your weakened body. In the state you are in right now, it's only a miracle that you made it instead of succumbing to not only your injury but also lack of water."

It was true. She must've been very lucky to still be alive, or the cruel world had felt sorry for her to the point that they had blessed her with her enemy saving her. Or was he really her enemy? Had Prime, as Dream had called him, blessed her with luck? It seemed so, or this was by pure coincidence.

She felt the organ jerk. That was an indication that he was on the move. Probably to get out of the cold terrain known as the snow biome.

" So... I am safe?"

" Completely safe."

" But... how did you know I needed help- no. Why did you help me? Don't you feel at all angered with my previous attempts of literally trying to tear your throat out pr anything?"

He hummed, but later on chuckled.

" For your first question, I noticed your lack of going out with that human friend of yours for almost eleven days, and sensed that something must've happened. I knew that you needed help, due to me not having been attacked by you during that period and sought out to find you. And, trust me when I say this, I am anything but angered by your attempts to put a scratch on my immortal body. I am more intrigued with your sudden outburst of attacking me upon seeing me for the first time."

True. She did attack him upon seeing him for the first time. But why intrigued by that? Shouldn't he be angry? Was her attempts pathetic in his eyes? Had she failed her best friend?

She shook her head. She couldn't think like that. She couldn't think negatively about how she felt pathetic for trying to protect her best friend. There was no time to think ao negatively about herself. Not while she was basically rescued by the one thing she had attempted to attack for almost a year now.

" What did you do to Juliette while I was absent? You better not have-"

" I have done nothing but await your return to continue that game you had created for yourself. I may have appeared maybe once or twice during those eleven days, but made no attempt to do anything to those mortals."

Mortals? Now that she thought about it, he had referred to her as a mortal too. Was he an immortal being with powers far beyond her understanding, or... was he a god? She dreaded at the two possibilities that rooted themselves in her mind, but tried to chop them off of her mind before they grew even more like trees.

" What are you, if you aren't a mob and refer to us being mortals?"

Her dread crept up her spine as soon as she received an answer from the being she had sat inside of.

" I am a God, specifically the god of this smp or world, as you mortals call it."

She felt her heart plummet into the depths of her body, and had not realized that she had shifted back to her original form without pain. He seemed to have sense her dread, as he was quick to try to quell her worry and fear.

" Do not fret about attacking me, mortal. I am not angered, as previously stated."

" Wait- I just realized..."

Anger came back to her at full force, and she barely registered that she stood up in the pool of liquid that healed her. She didn't even notice that her leg was almost healed. However, her frostbite and hypothermia would take longer to heal.

" WHY THE FUCK DID YOU NOT TELL ME THAT I WAS GOING TO BE COMPLETELY SAFE?!"

She was at the mercy of the god, sure, but her mind had erased that fact of him being a god in that moment. She was more angry about why he didn't tell her that she was safe.

" I thought my wording would have been easy to decipher?"

" What wording?"

She was shaking with anger. What had he said that she

" To have thought of it as my way of thanking you for keeping me entertained? Had that not reached your brain and easily been able to be deciphered to know that it was safe? Or had I communicated poorly?"

' Was he actually serious right now?!'

" That was very poor communication! I didn't even have time to register it when I was in prey mode or when I was literally too scared to focus on your words!"

The space jerked, and she stumbled while yelping and falling back into the liquid in a sitting position. She huffed, annoyed with having to stay in this god's... where the hell was she if this wasn't his stomach? Or if he didn't consider this as his stomach at all. From what she gathered while speaking to him, he didn't use the word stomach but just said, " You are simply in another space that would heal your weakened body." So, she could scratch stomach out of the list of words she had in mind.

" As much as I wpuld like to let you go so we could continue our game, it wpuld be dangerous with how severe your hypothermia and frostbite had gotten. It would be wise to stay there until you completely heal."

He advised, a gentle pressure from outside pushed the stomach wall closest to her inwards. Now that she knew that she was in no danger, she just allowed it. It wasn't like she would get out of here anytime soon, or get away from the fleshy walls around her. She was surrounded by his flesh, and his flesh alone.

" And how long would that take?"

She dared to ask, already crawling towards the nearest wall and curl up. She was incredibly tired, but had felt how her strength had returned the longer she stayed in the glowing liquid. The healing liquid that she now saw had healed her leg completely.

" Based on your condition, it would take around two more days minimum to get you back in good condition. Maybe even five days for maximum healing."

Her eyes widened.

" But- my friends-"

" There is no need to worry about that, for I'll deal with it. I am a god after all, and a god that is in charge of the world."

She sighed, leaning againt the fleshy wall while submerged in to liquid. It reached her waist, but rose up to her chest. She wanted to rest, but couldn't. Despite knowing that she was not harmed and safe, she couldn't seem to fall asleep. However, she thought of reasonable reasons as to why she would need to rest up.

" ... Just do your thing."

She muttered, eyes already closed as her body slowly relaxed. She wasn't asleep. She was just resting her eyes. That was the only reason she had closed her eyes. She was totally just resting her eyes, and had not fallen asleep from the warmth that seeped into her bones. Not at all.

-x-x-x-x-

She awoke, still finding herself in the organ she was in maybe a few hours ago now. Her eyelids were still a bit heavy from sleep, but she rubbed then to rid of the feeling. Her sudden movements might've alerted the god, as he immediately spoke.

" Had you rested well?"

" Mhmmmmm."

She just hummed groggily, still half asleep. She didn't register what he had asked, and just replied with a hum to whatever he had asked or said. She was still processing everything during her half asleep state. She literally acting a little childish when half asleep, but her body prevented her from doing childish acts.

But once she was fully awake, she found herself unable to move from her spot. It was way too comfortable for her to move, and reasoned that it was because she was still in the process of recovering from hypothermia and frostbite. Maybe even the illness she had around ten days ago now after her little coughing fit. But she hadn't coughed again after that. Rather, she just felt feverish and sluggish.

" You don't seem to be one for conversations, am I correct?"

" No. I am not a yapper."

She might as well talk or answer any questions the god had. It's not like she could really do anything when inside the organ that was healing her.

" But what is your name anyway?"

Small talk. That's what she thought it was.

" I am DreamXD, but please, call me XD."

" Ironic that there is a duplicate of Dream with an "XD" at the end of his name."

" I do not find it ironic, but understand where you come from. Irony is strange, is it not?"

" I guess it is strange."

It was a bit quiet after that, but XD broke the silence.

" May I ask for your name, mortal? It would be quite rude of me to keep referring to you as mortal instead of your given name."

" You are a god and have a right to call me mortal, but alright. I am Granite."

" Do you not have a surname or anything like the others?"

" I do. I just prefer not to share it."

He didn't push for her to give her surname, and it felt nice. She still couldn't that she had thought that he was a mob instead of an actual god for an entire year. Was she truly that focused on thinking that he was a mob instead of something else? It seemed like it.

" You are a shifter of sorts, correct. Correct me if I am wrong, but can you shift into dragons exclusively or can you shift into anything else?"

Huh. He was an observent god, wasn't he? Taking notes of what her body is capable of and incapable of.

" I can shift into dragons- the lizard ones with scales and stuff. I am exclusively able to shift into lizard-like creatures. That's all I know I am capable of shifting into."

" Interesting. Through all my years of being a god, I have seen very few of you shifters. Specifically the lizardshifters. Your people are a rare sight and species to behold and encounter."

Was the literal god of the world literally acting like a brother/father figure right now? Sharing his thoughts and knowledge like a father would to his son, and the son sharing that knowledge with his younger sister? It felt like it.

" I- I guess."

She sighed, now a bit bored. Not that she wpuld admit it. She just heard him hum at her reply, but said nothing. She needed all the rest that she could get anyways to recover quickly. Especially from that illness she had gained mere minutes after consuming the sheep she had caught.

-x-

Turns out that she had been in XD's pouch for five days. She hadn't known of gods having a pouch like Dream or the Netherborns. But she was more so relieved to finally get out of the organ. She had just talked and slept, the liquid providing her body with nutritional needs during the time she had stayed in his pouch.

Now, here she was, in the palm of his hand, seeing proper light for the first time in sixteen days. She was overjoyed, and had thanked the god properly for saving her life, to which he had replied to.

" No need to thank me, Granite. I was merely doing what I felt was right."

She had said her fairwell as they departed, and made her way back home. To say that everyone ran out of their homes and tackled her in a hug was not a joke. She was literally tackled by the entire village of people she had come to call friends. Even Juliette hugged her to the point she swore she heard a bone creak.

" I am fine-"

" Where were you?!"

Granite wouldn't tell them what actually happened, and gave them half of the truth.

" Sand blocked the shorter route and had to travel a longer route. I got lost but managed to come back safely, haven't I?"

It wasn't entirely the truth, but it wasn't entirely a lie either. Either way, she was back home with her friends and that was all that mattered.

Minus the scolding she got from a very worried naga that didn't let her try to explain why she had been gone for twoo weeks and two days upon hearing that she came back.

That didn't mean that she stopped going after XD, however. She kept going after him, but had secretly turned it into a game between the two. They had bonded during those five days when she was healing, and had grown to understand the other a bit more. Not that the others would know bout it.

Will her friends know what actually happened during her sixteen days of being absent? They will eventually, but not for a very long time. Will they notice her strange change in behaviour when seeing XD? No, she was really good with hiding it.

She really was lucky to have been blessed to be saved by the god of the smp, or world. But she would go as far as to call the god as part of her family. With how he had been acting like a father and brother at the same time during her healing process, she didn't mind it, but wouldn't openly or ever admit it.

She might even purposefully go to him to be in his pouch for more bonding time. She was not one to easily call someone family, but she was easily swayed to call him family after the rescue.

And that was exactly where she was, in the pouch of a god she considered family. Just resting and wanting to get away from Tommy's chaotic energy and the pranks everyone played on one another. Thankfully, Juliette wasn't part of it, but had fallen victim to the harmless pranks.

She wouldn't mind bringing Juliette along with her one day. One day meaning when she was ready to reveal what truly happened during those sixteen days. But she felt like that it wasn't now the perfect time to explain everything. It would only confuse her best friend. She would tell everyone when the time was right.

For now though, she was bonding with the god who saved her life while he did his godly duties.

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TW: vore, soft/safe vore, little bit of angst?

he couldnt believe what he just saw. all these months. all the time spend together.....was it just a game? was is it his plan all along?

George lokked at Dream with fear in his eyes as he saw the little bulge in Dream throat go down.he stared in horror at the giant towering over him. hes next. George back up. his legs were shaky. he couldnt run, he knew it. even if he tries he would catch him quickly without any effort.

a giantic hand was suddently covering his wiev. he was hopeless. he gave up and accepted his fate. tears streaming down his eyes as his friend's hand brought him closer to his giant mouth. saliva coated him effortlessly and he was sent down Dream's gaping throat with a light gulp. the walls around him squeezed before he reached a more open space. stomach...... thought George glumly. he felt Sapnap grab his hand and hug him. around them they could hear soft purring as Dream was satisfied with a full belly.

they both knew very well what that meant. they will remain in Dream's stomach for some time. George leaned against the soft slimy walls around him and Sapnap did the same before they both fell asleep exhausted to the sound of Dream purring and the sound of his stomach growling happily.

after long time some story. im really sorry for any grammar mistakes, english isnt my first language and the translator doesnt working :,3

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@pog-personn you are so cool and uh you asked for this :) ignore that I can't do backgrounds

[i-am-beckyu]

Just out of Reach, but Never out of Sight

So..... it's been *looks at last update* SHEESH A YEAR ?!?! Uhhhh I'm so sorry this took so long to update, but I am far from done with this au so let's go for getting another upload! I've shared my views on the whole William Gold thing so further explanation is here. But without further a do, enjoy!

Chapter 4: Beginnings

ch 1, ch 2, ch 3, ch 5 cw: panic, anxiety, fear of abandonment, mentions of child abuse/neglect and a whole lot of fluff :3 wc: 3938

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.

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Wilbur sat at the dining room table, his plate of syrup-drowned waffles staring back at him.

He wanted to know what Phil and Tommy were talking about and why the boy had hid under the bed.

He thought they’d calmed him down last night? 

The second he’d given Tommy the little cow plushie, Wilbur noticed how the boy’s eyes had widened with wonder. It was the sweetest thing the blonde had done since he met him, and he’d had to hold himself back from cooing and wrapping the boy into a hug.

But doing that would definitely be overstepping some kind of boundary judging by Tommy’s reactions and that was the last thing the brunette wanted to do. All the evidence was right there when he’d thought about it as he drifted off to sleep the night before. The flinching, the withdrawnness and the fear of saying the wrong thing; it all just began to add up. 

Tommy had been abused.

No child would be dressed in poorly put together rags and react the way they had if they hadn’t thought they were going to be hurt. Hiding under the bed was the confirmation he needed that his assumptions were true and all he could think about was how he didn’t want anyone else hurting that sweet little boy ever again.

Not if he had anything to say about it.

“What’s got you in a tizzy?” 

Wilbur lifted his head to see his twin, Technoblade, leaned up against the kitchen counter with a freshly poured steaming cup of coffee.

“Morning Techno. Sorry, didn’t hear you enter.”

“It’s not like you to be up so early Wil.”  The pink-haired teen commented curiously. 

He couldn’t help but observe the way his brother kept their gaze trained towards the hallway as he joined them at the dining table. He could make out the muffled voice of Phil talking from the other room but not what was being said.

“Is it that kid Dad brought home?” Technoblade asked. “I heard you both calling for them this morning which woke me up.” 

“Yeah, sorry about that.” Wilbur smiled apologetically as he faced his brother across the table. “We were, but Dad’s with him now under the bed.”

“He’s what?” Techno arched his brow perplexed. “Under the bed?”

“Yeah.” Wilbur sighed heavily. “I think I spooked him when I was going to come in about breakfast, and he panicked.” 

He couldn’t help but think about how closed off Tommy had been the night before. The way he seemed to carefully choose his movements and would shrink back if he felt like he overdid it. He wanted to see the Tommy with the spitfire attitude. Not the child that felt the need to tread carefully through every interaction.

“I think- I think wherever he came from he was abused, Tech.” 

“Well from how you and Dad described him in the messages, it certainly wouldn’t be too far-fetched to assume it.” Techno sipped his coffee as Wilbur grabbed his knife to cut into his waffles and sighed.

“Well whatever happened to Tommy, I’m hoping we can get him to open up and talk to us.” 

For his sake.

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Leaving the guest bedroom had been far harder than what it should have been.

While he knew Phil was only concerned for his well being, Tommy wasn’t quite sure he was ready to be in the presence of all 3 Beans at once. 

He knew Phil had mentioned the night before about Techno coming home late which undoubtedly meant the teen was up by now having his morning coffee and Tommy knew how Techno tended to act around ‘new visitors.’ 

One good perk of living in the walls was you learned how every person of the household acted around each other, and new people. Phil and Wilbur were always fairly welcoming, but Techno wasn’t the easiest to talk to. If you didn’t know him, he may come across as cold and calculating. Not the easiest person to approach without shaking in your boots that’s for sure.

But as Tommy would tell you, he knew that after the guests had all left, the sheer amount of relief the pinkette would feel, further revealing how awkward they had been about being around these ‘strangers’ was hilarious. It wasn’t a villain behind glasses moment, just an awkward teen with limited social skills. 

Tommy couldn’t help but giggle to himself as he’d watched the teen collapse in his bed after a certain interaction with a salesman as if it had drained all the life out of him. People just weren’t Techno’s strong suit.

But even knowing this didn’t ease the boy's nerves. It didn’t change the fact that even if Technoblade was socially awkward that he wasn’t capable of harm. The fencing trophies in his room a testament to that feat of strength.

His nervousness about having breakfast with the 3 must have been obvious, because Phil had gently placed his hand on his shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze before leading them both out of the guest room and to the dining room.

Just breathe Tommy. They don't know what you are yet. 

You’re okay for now.

“Morning Tech, good to see you up and about.” Phil greeted chipperly as he manoeuvred himself into the kitchen leaving Tommy to observe by the hallway. “I’d like you to meet Tommy.”

Tommy briefly met Techno’s gaze and was met with a solemn stare as they sipped on their coffee. He’d be joking if he said he knew what was going on in the teens head. 

The blonde forced himself to give one short acknowledging nod at the pinkette, not trusting his voice to form any coherent words as he shifted uncomfortably from where he stood. He deliberately kept his eyes averted from the twins at the table, fully well knowing Techno was most definitely staring at him, if the hot feeling of holes being burnt through his chest wasn’t already obvious enough. 

It took everything in him to not run right there and then.

“Tommy, why don’t you take a seat next to Techno and I’ll fix you up something to eat.”

Okay now would be a good time for his voice box to work because there was no way he wanted to sit next to Technoblade. 

That was NOT his ideal way of getting caught. 

It didn’t matter if humans couldn’t read minds, if anyone could catch on to something being off, it would be Technoblade. It was like the teen had a sixth sense and somehow just always knew when something wasn’t quite right. Just like the moving of the craft knife, he was sure if he slipped up in front of Techno, they’d know and it would be game over and onto the torture in a heartbeat.

Thankfully, it didn’t seem like it would come to that, as Techno was quick to stand and tuck in his chair as he excused himself to finish some upcoming school work.

“All good Dad, I’ve got homework to finish before school on Monday. I’ll just excuse myself.”

Tommy felt himself relax. Oh, thank Prime for humans and their absurd amounts of homework! Even if he didn’t really understand why they got it.

“Alright Techno, just make sure to have something more than coffee this morning alright? And don’t let me catch you having something potato-based before lunch, got it?”

“No promises.” The pinkette replied, before grabbing an apple from the refrigerator and began walking towards his room.

Tommy however was still glued to the hallway. 

The hallway that led to said Bean's bedroom.

Even though he was Bean sized right now, Technoblade still towered over the young boy. So much so that the light overhead was slightly obscured, casting an eerie shadow over the teens face making his deep brown eyes appear to glow a dark red. Tommy felt the way his heart spiked, his instincts screaming at him to run as his eyes darted around looking for potential tunnels and crevices to escape to. Anything to get away from this predator of man as they came to a steady stop before him.

“Ahem.” The teen cleared his throat along with a flick of his head.

What did he want? He hadn’t even done anything and was already in trouble? Should he have moved to the table quicker? Or had he stared too long?

A second cough with another jerk of the teen's head as Tommy’s anxiety began to grow finally keyed what Techno wanted from him.

Oh . 

He wanted him to move.

“Tech, quit scaring the poor kid and go around them.” Phil teasingly scolded. “You’re gonna give Tommy a heart attack.”

Techno huffed in minor annoyance before shuffling past, minorly brushing against Tommy’s arm as he did. It wasn’t hard or anything, but Tommy couldn’t suppress the flinch it caused from his prior panic. He missed the way Techno’s eyes furrowed in concern as he hurried to move before he caused any more problems.

“Don’t mind him Tommy,” Wilbur piped up, drawing the younger's attention back to the table. “He’s not much of a people person.”

The blonde finally let himself breathe as he brought his attention back to the brunette as they continued. “Come take a seat and have some breakfast, yeah?”

Tommy nodded, gingerly making his way over to the table plopping down opposite Wilbur as instructed before. As he sat, Phil picked up a plate and served a freshly cooked waffle onto it, before drizzling it in thick golden syrup and strawberries.

“Here you are, mate.” The man said placing the decorative dessert in front of him with a knife and fork.

He whispered his thanks as he picked up the utensils, but the Borrower couldn’t help but be on edge. Even if Phil and Wilbur had been nice to him his whole stay, Techno clearly didn’t want him here. He was sure that after breakfast, Phil was going to take him back to the park like he’d said, but then what? He couldn’t tell them that his real home was actually here, but also couldn’t risk being taken to the park and never finding his way back.

There had to be a way to figure out this whole mess before they brought up leaving. At most he just had to figure out a way to get back from the park after they left him there because it’s not like the walls were an option until he had a grasp on how he kept growing and shrinking.

Tommy cut a bit of the waffle off before stabbing it and a strawberry onto his fork, the maple syrup having sunken into the fluffy dessert. At least he’d get to enjoy one more good meal before he gets temporarily kicked out. 

‘Hopefully not forever’ the Borrower thought bitterly at the idea of abandoning yet another home.

“So, Tommy,” Phil began as he set a plate of his own waffles down to join the pair at the table. “Feeling a bit better?”

“Yeah, a bit.” He answered as he took another mouthful of waffle. “The waffles are really good.” The boy said, muffled between chews.

“Ew, finish your mouthful before you speak.” Wilbur grimaced as Tommy shovelled another forkful of waffle in. “I don’t want to see your mushed-up breakfast, thanks.”

Tommy slowed his chewing and allowed himself to swallow. Shoot, he hadn’t meant to upset him with how he ate again. Did he now have to be conscious about how he ate too? He thought humans ate like this all the time though?

“Wilbur.” Phil scolded as he elbowed his son in the arm. “You’re almost as bad as Techno.” 

The man sighed before turning his attention back to the tense blonde with a sympathetic smile. “It’s alright Tommy that’s not what Wilbur meant. It’s just you need to finish your mouthful before speaking. You could choke if you’re not careful.”

The boy nodded hesitantly before taking another mouthful and chewing it fully before swallowing. Why did humans have to have so many rules? In the colony, no one would have bat an eye if you spoke with your mouth full. You’d get your share and move on. How you ate was no one’s business and certainly no one cared about how Tommy ate. Then again, he’d never really had enough food to stuff his face when he was at the colony for it to be an issue. 

Perhaps he was being sloppy…

“Sorry.” He whispered before taking another bite. 

Phil sighed, setting down his knife with a soft clink. How was he going to get this kid to see that he was safe here? He hadn’t meant to make them feel more uncomfortable but it seemed the stress of it all was starting to get to the kid.

The man stared at the plate in front of him, his waffles half-eaten and starting to get cold. Each step of progress to make Tommy feel comfortable felt like it took 2 steps back. The kid was probably itching to get to the park and get back home too, but the thought of leaving Tommy like this just didn’t sit well with him. He glanced at the young blonde as he took his time with each bite, noticing how his gaze flicked from Wilbur to him and back to the plate worried as they ate in silence.

So tense, like walking on thin ice…

After finishing pacing himself on breakfast, Tommy had been intercepted by Wilbur. 

The brunette had taken one look at him and insisted he have a shower, shoving some clean clothes into him and ushered him into the bathroom. It’s a good thing he knew how taps worked, because understanding how to change water temperature would have been an awful experience had he not. 

Despite feeling bad about using the Crafts water, Tommy had to admit being able to wash up properly after so long felt wonderfully refreshing. Even seeing his own reflection in the mirror; clean and well-groomed for the first time in years, had him taken aback at how nice his hair and skin looked after a good wash.

The clothes Wilbur had given him had been some old clothes he didn’t fit into anymore and had had lying around. A pair of jeans, a basic t-shirt with some humans on it that Tommy didn’t recognise and an old blue sweater that was slightly too big on him. It felt odd to wear clothes made with fabrics of such high quality, but he instantly fell in love with the sweater. 

Now yes, he was aware of how bad his clothes had been. They were basically falling to bits on him, but it’s not like he didn’t know that. The Great Tommyinnit knows how to make nice clothes thank you very much.

If anything he was a pro tailor back in the colony, but considering he’d been roaming for weeks at a time carrying only the bare necessities before finally settling in at the crafts; new clothes hadn’t been much of a priority. He’d only really just managed to get his new home to his liking and with all the necessities he would need. New clothing had been next on his to-do list, if the mud-stained and holey garments he wore daily had made any indications of needing them.

He just needed a few days to gather the fabric and thread and he’d have a new wardrobe within the week. But the clothes he made vs the clothes Wilbur had lent him were nothing in comparison to quality! It was all just so soft and silky feeling and Tommy almost never wanted to take any of it off even if it was slightly too big. It wouldn’t be hard to adjust the seams on the jeans to make them fit better and the same with the shirt. His trusty handmade needle could make quick work of that. 

Maybe Wilbur wouldn’t mind if he took them home with him? 

That was, if he’d ever be able to go home.

Tommy still didn’t understand how any of this worked and trying to make himself leave the bathroom to ‘take him home’ was not helping.

The curling feeling in his gut telling him to just stay put and hide kept him mulling over the options in his head. But how could he do that after he told Phil he lived near the park? They would expect him to be fine once he left and go back home just like he supposedly wanted.

He turned to face himself in the mirror, stray water droplets dripped down the side of his face from his still-damp hair. The clean, presentable Tommy he saw now, no longer the same dirty, orphan he knew he was. Perhaps if he’d always been like this, he’d never have been kicked out of the colony. He never would have been alienated by those meant to care, never felt so small when it was normal. But now he was big, clean and everything someone might love as a Human Bean and yet he felt so fake hiding behind a false facade.

After all, he was only a Borrower.

The dreaded small feeling came creeping back in and all it took was one glance at the mirror for Tommy to wish he was back to his old self. He shouldn’t have put the thought of being loved in his head again. As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t bear the thought of the Crafts turning on him should this disguise fall. Tommy squeezed his eyes shut tightly as he clutched the edge of the sink counter.

He wanted to go home and be small again. Hide away where it was safe from all that was out to get him. Away from this reflection of a boy he didn’t recognise. A tingly sensation pricked at his skin as tears began to drip steadily down his cheeks. He was being childish; he knew that, but he didn’t care. Why couldn’t he just be loved as he was?

Upon opening his eyes to look at the disgrace that was him in the mirror, Tommy found he was no longer staring at himself, but rather at the side of the wooden cabinet- three times smaller than he’d been almost seconds before. 

He’d shrunk. Again?

Confusion swept over his mind as he scrubbed at his face. How did this keep happening? One second he’s big and hating his Bean size counterpart, the next he’s smaller and wishing….

To be smaller…

It suddenly all began to make sense as the puzzle pieces began to slot into place. Every time he’d grown or shrunk, he’d been wishing to change. To be bigger to catch up or smaller to go home. He willed it, and it happened. 

Did his desire to change trigger the shift of his size?

Tentatively, Tommy stood back from the counter and focused hard. He wanted to be smaller, like his old self. Small enough to fit through the cracks, small enough to hide out of sight, be 3 inches tall again, the only right size. The Tommy size.

The tingling returned, this time all over his body as the blonde focused on changing his shape to be what he envisioned. It was a warm sensation and Tommy thought it was strange how he’d never felt it until now. When the tingling dissipated, Tommy slowly opened his eyes as a small gasp escaped him.

“I shrunk.” He whispered in awe as he took in the now enlarged bathroom. He grabbed at his hands and arms, patting himself down to prove that he indeed had changed with a disbelieving laugh. “I’m me again.” 

“Ha, I’m actually me! Oh, thank prime.” Tommy cheered as he hugged himself tight. “I thought I’d never work this out.”

The familiarity of large objects and tall ceilings finally returned the Borrower's sense of normalcy. How he missed this. He could finally go home, size not restricting him at all and return back to the safety of the walls. Just the walls, his tiny shoebox home and-

Me.

Tommy glanced around the little bathroom. The light green tiles were clearly a design choice by Phil but the fluffy light blue towels were definitely a conscious decision by Wilbur, and you’d never guess the yellow daffodils were put together by Technoblade. Each had their own little way of expressing themselves.

Tommy sighed as he stared at his hands, inspecting them front and back.

So a simple thought was all it took to change size right? 

Just think big- be big. Simple. 

Right?

Only a bit of tingling later and Tommy was back to his Bean height. It truly took no effort at all, as if it was second nature to him. Not Borrower nature, but certainly something. Maybe the other Borrowers had always been able to sense that in him. This thing that wasn’t quite right was this incredible size-shifting ability that probably no one had ever heard of and he had it. He certainly was no Borrowerer and definitely not a Bean. 

But no one else knew that.

Tentatively, Tommy reached out and picked up a single Daffodil and twirled it in his hand. He’d heard Technoblade talking about how there was a whole language of flowers and that each one meant something different when presented to another person. He couldn’t remember what a Daffodil meant but, the flower itself brought the happy memories of Crafts to the forefront of his mind.

They didn’t know what he was and with this shifting ability sort of figured out, what could stop him from staying? Or at least from getting to know the Crafts better. With something to leave behind, all it would take is to leave a trail back to the Crafts house from the park and he could go and come when he pleased. He’d be able to walk distances that used to take him days in a matter of minutes with ease and the Crafts would never have to know about where his true place of residence was.

It was a second chance at having a real family, or at least a relationship with someone that didn’t immediately hate him. He wouldn’t have to leave forever and could come back and actually talk to someone! It may be risky without knowing the full extent of the shifts, but it was a chance and a chance he was willing to take. 

A knock at the door caused the boy to jump, but thankfully he remained silent this time. 

“Tommy you alright in there?” It was Phil. Bless the old man's heart for his concern. “You’ve been in there awhile and just wanted to check if you were okay?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m alright,” Tommy called back through the door looking around the bathroom for something to enact his hastily thrown together plan. “Just about done. I’ll be out in a minute.”

“Okay, we’ll get ready to leave shortly to take you back to the park then, if you’re happy to.” 

The blonde finally spotted something suitable for his trail and quickly grabbed a handful of decorative little blue pebbles from the bottom of a vase filled with fake pink camellia flowers and shoved them into his pocket before grabbing his dirty clothes.

“Sounds good, big man,” Tommy said as he opened the door to where the taller blonde was standing a little bit away looking minorly concerned.

“Let’s get going.” the boy said with a smile.

This was going to work. 

He knew it.

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YAY! WE FINISHED CHAPTER 4!!! WOOOOO Again I am so sorry this took so long to do. I've been working on it on and off for awhile with little progress and life has just been kicking my butt lately that finishing stuff up sucks. I have made a start on chapter 5 and I do plan to finish this fic, it just may take awhile with current circumstances.

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I saw you asking for stuff. Could u do a ghost Tommy and ghost hunters sbi with ranboo? safe vore. Tommy is an old soldier ghost. He died protecting is group and the town don't remember his name just his story. feel free to do what u want to it

I took some tiny liberties with this, but this idea has been infecting my brain for days now so i hope you like it!!

tw: soft, safe vore, talk of suicide, character death (duh it’s ghosts)

Ranboo sat in the back of his family’s van, pressing lightly on his stomach as he felt a few marbles come back into his mouth before he swallowed them back down again, as he’d been doing for a few hours at this point. Machinery rattled in the back of the van; different cameras, scanners, and other ghost hunting stuff. Ranboo had been in this game for a few years, when he met his adoptive family Phil and Techno. They met him at his group home and realized he was something special, and something that could definitely help with their less than normal job.

Ranboo grew up lonely. They never knew their birth parents, as they were given up as a baby. So what did lonely kids do? Well, in Ranboo’s case, learn magic! That would surely make them cool! They became good with cards, regurgitation, and slight of hand, cause what else were they supposed to do with their time? They very quickly learned that the others kids didn’t find any of that cool, and they were only pushing potential friends farther away. Eventually, they set their sights on a family, but that didn’t seem to be going well either. Ranboo lost almost all hope of being adopted by the time they were a teenager. Until one day when he met Phil and Techno. Two best friends (they had to make it very clear to the adoption agency that no, they were not gay, Phil had a girlfriend, they just wanted a kid together cause fuck it why not, which in Ranboo’s opinion made perfect sense). These two were weird. Like, really weird. And Ranboo loved them immediately.

They were professional ghost hunters (which almost made the adoption agency kick them out, they had to call Phil’s girlfriend Kristin to verify that she had a stable job and was supplying Phil and Techno with enough money to properly take care of a child) and were looking for another member of their troupe. Ranboo believed in ghosts wholeheartedly, and was ecstatic when they showed genuine interest in his magic tricks (which included the marbles, to his surprise). When Ranboo turned 16 he was officially legally adopted, and it was the best birthday present he ever could have received. From that point on, the three of them were a ghost hunting team (Kristin still had a “real job” cause they needed money), and quickly learned that Ranboo was a pretty damn powerful medium. He could sense and communicate with the dead through their machines far easier than either of his dads, and had helped them find plenty of haunted locations in the past.

The place they were headed was a memorial to an old war, some place that Ranboo had a feeling was incredibly haunted. Now, museums were normally at least a little haunted, but almost never haunted enough to make him feel ill. But this memorial, whatever is was, was unwieldy upsetting to him.

“You doin’ alright back there, kid?” Techno asked from the drivers seat, and Ranboo swallowed down his marbles again to answer. “Yeah, just, uh, a bit nervous. Something feels…off about this place.” “As you’ve said,” Phil chuckled. “Whatever’s here has to be mega haunted.” He said, fiddling with his camera. Oh, right, they were youtubers too, Ranboo almost forgot that part. They had a somewhat popular channel and Ranboo was incredibly grateful that his parents were very considerate with what he wanted to put online. Right now, Phil was just trying to make sure their main handheld worked. “Yeah, something’s here. I’m sure.” Ranboo adds. This was about to be one hell of a trip.

~~~

It’s midday when they arrive at the museum of the town of L’Manberg, somewhere none of them had ever even heard of. They meet a nice man who Phil had called over the phone to do a tour with. He introduces himself as Mr. Manifold, or just Jack, and leads them around the museum. Apparently, this small town had a lot of war time history, and Jack knew loads of it, since apparently he’d had an ancestor who fought, which was pretty cool. Ranboo tried desperately to feel for anything specific attached to the man, especially if he had a great great grandfather who died in these parts, but nothing. No ghosts. Ranboo still felt wrong, but he couldn’t find why. Nowhere they went had any sort of supernatural readings, no matter how cool it all was. With every nervous glance Phil and Techno gave to Ranboo, he felt worse and worse that he could have led them somewhere useless.

Until that one room.

Apparently, the museum was built over a specific relic of the war. Jack started leading them down an old stone staircase, into a place he said was called “the final control room.” There were old half decayed wooden chests lining the walls, moss infested stone bricks, and a single wooden button in the center of it all.

As soon as Ranboo entered the room, they collapsed.

They had never had panic seize them like this in their entire life. Something in the room, something about it, was wrong. So, so wrong. Something had happened in there, something that hurt a lot of people. Something that time couldn’t let go, that had lingered in that room and hit him like a freight train over a hundred years later. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t see through his own tears, and could only barely feel Techno lift him and run him back out of the room.

“Something bad happened in there.” Ranboo muttered as soon as he was able to. Phil and Techno looked to Jack, who explained that that was the very room where the infamous L’Manburg traitor tried to kill the original founders. He apologized for taking Ranboo in, but they insisted they were fine to continue the tour. So, Jack did. Eventually when he finished (with no more incidents, thank god), Phil thanked him profusely for his expertise, and Jack wished them all well and invited them to explore on their own a bit to stop and read.

“Im so sorry, i swear to god I felt something, i still do, there has to be something here, there has to-“ Ranboo started apologizing as soon as Jack was out of hearing range, only for Techno to cut him off. “It’s ok, Ranboo, it’s ok. Maybe you’re just off your game, it happens to everyone, we’re not mad at you. You figured out what was wrong with that room, maybe that was all it was. And hey, we get to look around this cool museum!” Ranboo looked and saw the genuine excitement in Techno and Phil’s eyes and chuckled, ignoring the feeling that the control room was definitely not what he was looking for, no matter how upsetting it was. His parents were both huge history buffs, and he bet that they loved being here and just learning more than even finding actual ghosts.

“Ok, yeah, I- I’m just gonna go sit outside, if that’s alright. I feel like i’m suffocating in here. You guys keep exploring and call me later, we’ll meet back up then.” “If that’s what you want to do, mate. Keep in touch.” Phil tussled Ranboo’s hair, and him and Techno left to put their paranormal equipment back in the car, leaving Ranboo to find their way outside through a back door. He stepped out and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He felt better…for all of two seconds.

Then he opened his eyes and panic hit him again.

The outside area to the museum was a historical town, a place that held some of the exact homes that L’manberg citizens lived in over a century ago, and with those homes was a horrible sight that almost made Ranboo pass out from sheer panic for the second time that day.

A tower. Massive and made of cobblestone, it grew to lengths almost higher than Ranboo could physically see. It was old, moss covered, and slightly crumbling, as old stone is, but still sturdy. The control room was nothing compared to this thing.

Ranboo managed to keep himself from throwing up as he made his way closer to the tower and read its plaque: “Tower of the Child Soldier.” Ranboo pulled some of the marbles up to his mouth and started chewing on the glass, a nervous tic that Kristin warned would break his teeth one day, but for now her warning was the farthest thing from his mind. He read on.

“This tower was built by an original citizen of L’manberg who couldn’t take the war efforts, ending their own life by jumping off this very tower. Letters and documents from other soldiers around this time indicate the victim of this tragedy was a child. This stone is a testimony to the cruelty of war, and just how many innocent people were lost not just to the battle, but to the wars they were fighting with themselves. Rest in peace, Child Soldier, your memory has lasted far beyond your years. To learn more, visit the memorial of the Forgotten Soldiers.”

Ranboo didn’t know when they started crying. This was horrible, so so horrible. But, for the first time, they felt like they found part of what they were here for. He rushed back in the museum and found Jack shockingly quickly, asking about the memorial to the forgotten soldiers. Jack explained that while the stories of many remembered veterans’ stories were told in the museum itself, there was another memorial to the soldiers whose names and faces had been erased over time.

The memorial Jack led them too was, admittedly, beautiful. It was outdoors, marble archways and columns aligned in a circle with display cases with belongings. Some of the things were all together and labeled that it’s likely they all belonged to the same person, though historians were unsure who those people were. Some display cases just held random objects. Finally, there was a small room with a door and a staircase. Jack said that it led to the room where the rest of the memorabilia that belonged to the child soldier was. So, Ranboo thanked him and went down.

The hallway at the bottom was narrow, the walls were glass cases lit up and filled with remnants from this poor kid. Diary entries, songs and poems, hand knitted scarves and jackets, and mementos that were presumably gifts from their friends. There were even letters from people who knew them, ranging from talking about how irritating they were as the youngest soldier at just 16, some talking about how they’d never met someone so loyal and it was a shame they were fighting in such a huge war so young.

Ranboo had never felt quite like this in his entire life. He honestly couldn’t help the tears that rolled down his cheeks. He felt utterly sick to his stomach, pain stabbing him through the gut at the sheer grief he felt. The feelings weren’t his, something was pushing this onto him. This was what he set out to find; this poor child, only a little bit younger than he was now, losing his life to suicide in this war. “I’m not sure if it’s you that’s here,” Ranboo started quietly, “but…but I’m here to talk to you. To learn your story. I’m a medium, I just want answers.” Nothing. Ranboo continued. “I’ve never had a place make me feel like this. I knew something happened here the moment I heard of this town, and I needed to see. I learned about the war, I learned about the rebellion and the betrayal and-“ at that, a draft blew through the room, dropping the temperature drastically. Ranboo was sure he closed the door behind him, and even if he hadn’t, it wasn’t this cold outside.

“I know, I know that must have been horrible, I can’t imagine, I went in that room and just the sight of the stone and chests sent me into a panic attack. I can’t imagine what it would have been like in person.” It felt like a rock was sinking in his gut the more he talked about the control room, so Ranboo shifted gears. “I’m so sorry. I’m about as old as you were, I can’t imagine. You didn’t deserve it, you didn’t deserve any of it. And you don’t deserve to be stuck here alone. This place may have forgotten you, but I don’t want to. I’m here. I want to be here, if you’ll let me be.” Ranboo could barely finish speaking before he fell to the ground, his forehead pressed into his knees as he began to sob. He knew these feelings weren’t his, he knew it, but he also couldn���t reason through the blind grief and sorrow he was feeling enough to care.

With no warning, the lights in the display cases at the walls went out, leaving a single illuminated case right in front of him, the center of it all: a uniform. White and blue with accents of red. Tattered, torn, with small patches and embroidery on it. And at the foot of the case, a little ghost stood. Barely 5 inches tall, standing just on the other side of the glass. Ranboo was…well shocked, to say the least. He’s been able to feel ghosts, sure, but he’s never seen one. Half of him didn’t think they could even have a visible form until right now.

The child soldier was a boy, somewhat translucent and shaded blue, with dirt filled hair, sunken almost glowing blues eyes, and a torn up mismatched outfit of whatever he must have been wearing when he died. He stared up at Ranboo, who he’d let stop sobbing, tense and full of distrust. But as Ranboo looked at him, he found himself tearing up again all on his own. “You look…exhausted.” The little ghosts eyes went wide, shoulders dropping as he began to cry again. Ranboo laid a hand in front of the glass, and was shocked when the ghost stepped through onto it. They pulled him up to their chest, feeling the cold and only half corporeal being press into them and cry as Ranboo swiped a finger up and down his back.

“It’s been so long,” the ghost muttered eventually. “Even when I was alive, I…” He trailed off, and Ranboo didn’t push him to continue. “It’s ok.” Ranboo said, cause what else were they supposed to say? It was a ghost. A real, actual fucking ghost, it was taking all of their self control to not freak out. All things considered, it looked weak, but if this kid was what was infecting the museum and the memorial and messing with their head like that, Ranboo could guess that he was anything but. “I’m here to help, however i can.” “How?” the ghost whispered in response. “I’m dead. Thats it. I didn’t do well enough in life, now I’m here forever. Even if you can finally see me, you can’t stay.”

“Can I take you out of here? You don’t deserve to spend the rest of your afterlife surrounded by the same places you were for your entire life. I travel a lot, I’ll take you.” Ranboo wasn’t sure why he was offering. He certainly didn’t need to, he just met this dead kid. But…something about all of this hit home for them. They lived their life seemingly alone, unappreciated, and helpless. Getting a family had been Ranboo’s saving grace, maybe they could be a saving grace for this ghost too.

“I…I’d love to go. But I can’t.” the ghost admittedly sadly. “Im stuck here. Im bonded to this stupid uniform and there’s nothing else in here that I’ve had a stronger connection with. There’s only one thing I might be able to re-bond to, but it’s not down here.” “Wherever it is, I’ll find it.”

“I had it throughout the whole war, and it was on me when I..when I died. I’d bet it’s there. If you find it, I’ll be able to follow wherever it goes. That’s how I think it works, or at least, that’s how it feels like it should work. You’re the first person who’s ever been able to see me like this, I want to trust you. If you really can somehow feel my emotions, you’ll find it. Help me and I’ll leave with you.” “I’ll find it, then. I’m not leaving you behind.” He didn’t know why he became so attached to the ghost, but he wasn’t going back on his word now. Ranboo pulled the ghost away from his chest, holding him to eye level with one hand and holding the other outstretched. “I’m Ranboo.” The ghost grinned, his smile taking up his whole face as tears still poured from his eyes. He took one finger with his hands and shook. “I’m Tommy.”

~~~

The sun was starting to set by the time Ranboo gathered everything they needed for what they were about to do. Whatever weird physic connection they had to Tommy was truly fucking with their head as they circled the tower, trying to get a sense of where this thing might be. Almost everyone in town was home for the night, which Ranboo was grateful for since he was pretty sure that digging up around a memorial site was probably unappreciated at best and illegal at worst.

He was running fully off his own intuition, digging near the front of the stone, quickly realizing that whatever Tommy needed was in that area. It luckily wasn’t too far down, since Ranboo was only using their hands, but eventually they found it: a compass. This was it. Almost as soon as their hands touched the old iron, the sick panicked feeling they’d had since first arriving here went away, though Tommy’s lingering grief remained. They pulled a water bottle from their backpack and quickly cleaned off the compass with their shirt till it shone like it hadn’t been buried for a century. They opened it’s clasp to find the inside miraculously untouched and clean of grime, save for a message that had been scratched into the inside years ago: “Your Tubbo.” Along with this, it was fully functional, pointing in a direction that was decidedly not North but hey at least the hand was working. They clenched it in one hand and pushed the upturned soil back into place with the other. They had to push back more tears as they thought that this had been Tommy’s, now unsure if the sadness was theirs or not, but that was an issue for later. Right now they just needed to steal this century old historical artifact and be on their wa-

“Ranboo! There you are, Phil and Techno have been lookin’ for you!”

Now call it a practiced reflex or whatever, but when a kid who has spent most of their free time practicing magic tricks that may or may not involve swallowing marbles gets caught by a museum curator holding what could be a priceless addition to the museum that they are not going to give up, you can imagine that in the panic to hide it, muscle memory may kick in.

Ergo, you know exactly where the compass ended up the second Ranboo heard Jack’s voice.

Ranboo turned away from the monolith to see Jack running towards him, trying to keep his cool and pretend everything was fine as he felt the cold metal of the compass slip down his throat and into his stomach, eventually clinking against the marbles he hadn’t had time to pull to his mouth. “You alright, man?” he questioned, and Ranboo nodded. “Yup! yup, totally, absolutely nothing wrong here, heh…where are my parents? I have something to show them.”

~~~

“This is crazy, we didn’t even know this was here!” Phil said, standing at the cobblestone tower. “It’s sad, too. You said there was more stuff left behind by this kid?” Techno asked, and Ranboo nodded, wanting to get back to the other memorial as soon as possible so they could get Tommy and get out of this town. “Yes, there’s a little underground tomb thing in his memory, and we need to go there before it closes and we head home.” Ranboo said with a determination that was rare for them. Techno and Phil took the hint to follow.

Making his way back to the memorial, Phil and Techno looked around a bit at some other artifacts, but Ranboo bolted straight back to where Tommy was. Racing down the steps, he saw all the lights were still broken except for the uniform spotlight, and Tommy was nowhere to be seen. “Tommy, it’s me, I’m back. I found it, I found the compass. ‘Your Tubbo,’ right? You can come with me, I’ll get you out of here.” Nothing. He waited. He heard the district footsteps of his parents behind him, but paid them no mind. “Tommy? It’s ok, you don’t have to hide! It’s me, Ranboo, your friend, remember? Tommy??” He started to get frantic, and felt a calming hand on his shoulder. “Calm down, Ran, you don’t need to have another panic attack today. Who’s Tommy?” “The soldier, this soldier!” Ranboo said, pointing at the uniform. “The kid, the one who built the tower! He asked me to find something, it was where he said it would be, I spoke to him, I touched him, he was here!! Please, please you have to believe me-“ “We do, mate, we do!” Phil interjected, taking Ranboo’s hands in his and rubbing circles into the backs of his palms. “You spoke to a ghost, that’s incredible! But, maybe if you found what he wanted, he’s moved on? You helped him find peace.” “He didn’t want peace, he just wanted a friend! I told him I’d be back for him.” Ranboo practically sobbed. He again didn’t know what came over him, he was never like this. He barely knew this ghost, why was he getting so worked up over this?? Phil and Techno exchanged glances that told him they were thinking the same thing he was.

“Ranboo, listen to me;” Techno said, placing his hands on his kid’s shoulders, “you helped him. He’s at peace now because of you. He probably didn’t know that would happen, but he’s ok now. He’s happy, alright?” Ranboo took a few deep breaths, and suddenly felt a shocking wave of calmness wash over him. And by shocking, he meant freezing. It was like a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head, but he no longer felt ill. Sure, he was shivering, but he felt…better. So, so much better. He was worried about Tommy, but maybe his parents were right, maybe he had moved on. Maybe Ranboo had helped him.

No one noticed that the air in the cellar grew warmer as the trio left the up the stairs.

~~~

Ranboo’s sense of calm had persisted as he was helping pack up his family’s van, now knowing they’d have to drive through the night to get home, but so did the chill. In fact, his shivering had gotten so bad that Phil had stopped to buy him a blanket and a few packs of hand warmers at a gas station, and that was barely doing anything. It had been a few hours at this point, and while Techno was driving in silence and Phil was asleep, Ranboo found himself laying across the backseat pulling the marbles back up to his mouth again out of habit, only to barely suppress a hiss of pain when they hit his teeth. They were fucking cold, and the sensation on his teeth was incredibly unpleasant. Pulling the marbles out of his mouth, he was shocked to discover that they were coated in ice, fully frozen over.

None of this was making sense. They set the marbles aside, sitting up somewhat and pressing a hand to their torso underneath the blanket. It was frigid, the entire area of his stomach was ice cold. Was…was it the compass? Could it be?? He tried to pull it up, but for the first time in years, he couldn’t. He tried again. Nothing. He tried a third time, and this time distinctly felt something yanking the compass back into his stomach.

The aura of calm (which Ranboo was quickly realizing was being pushed onto him like the panic had been earlier) was cracking, and Ranboo began to panic. He couldn’t throw up, his body temperature had dropped by at least 10° F, and his stomach felt like it had frostbite. What could he possibly have done, what could possibly-

wait.

The air in his stomach was dropping in temperature, his emotions were being manipulated, and the compass was in his stomach, the one thing that the ghost had said he’d be able to latch onto to leave with Ranboo.

no fucking way.

“Tommy…?” Ranboo whispered as loud as he would dare as to not disturb his parents. He waited for a response, until-

“I was wondering how long it’d take you.”

Ranboo could have screamed. The calm aura shattered, and he slapped a hand over his mouth to keep from hyperventilating while his other hand stayed firmly grasped over his stomach. Fuck. Holy fuck, there was a ghost inside of him. Was he possessed, or was this being haunted? It felt like he was being haunted, more so, but either way he would certainly fucking rather not be. “What are you doing in there?! Get out!!!” Ranboo hissed frantically, still trying to pull the compass out of his stomach and hopefully the ghost along with it. The compass was pulled back down regardless.

“Hey, don’t yell at me like this is my fault! Why would you swallow my compass anyway? Don’t you think it was a bit of a shock for me to see you walk into my room, feel the presence of the most valuable item I owned before I died, and attach myself to it only to end up in here?! Pretty damn weird way to rescue a guy, if I do say so myself.” Tommy snarked, and Ranboo sighed. “I’ll explain later, I don’t want my dads to hear me. I’m sorry, now let me bring you out.” “No can do.” Tommy replied. “I don’t, uh, deal with adults well. I heard them talking to you, that’s why I didn’t just leave the second I ended up in here. I’d rather not meet your folks. And myself and the compass seem to be just fine.”

“I’m gonna die.” “No you won’t, pussy. I’m not that cold.” “The metal against my stomach lining is!” Ranboo quietly argued, “just let me bring the compass up, i’m not gonna get rid of it. I want to help you, but i can’t do that if we’re both ghosts.”

“You…you still want to help me?” “‘Course.” Tommy responded in silence for a few seconds, before sighing. “Fine, but if you toss it I’ll curse you.” Ranboo hummed in agreement, not bothering to argue that if he wanted to toss it he wouldn’t have dug it up and certainly wouldn’t have swallowed it in the fucking first place, and this time when he pulled up the compass it came easily. When he pulled it out of his mouth, a cloud of steam came out with it like he was standing outside in negative degrees. Sure enough, the compass was frozen and almost hurt his hands to touch, so he immediately opened a new pack of hot hands for it, wrapping it carefully.

With nothing else in his stomach, he could start to focus on what Tommy himself felt like, which he’d expected to be nothing, but was…definitely something. Firstly, the ghost was cold, as was to be expected, but oddly physical. Like, there was a noticeable weight in his stomach, but he was generally used to that. Tommy didn’t necessarily weigh…less or more than the marbles, but he weighed differently. His weight was spread out, and since he wasn’t as solid as what Ranboo normally swallowed, it felt strange. He could feel something, someone, in there, but it wasn’t like anything he’d felt before. He…didn’t hate it. Tommy was almost…soft? Like a form made of tv static that he could feel along the bottom of his stomach, but he still had a form and some mass. Tommy hadn’t said anything since he gave up the compass, so Ranboo took the opportunity to press his unoccupied hand against his stomach, feeling where the front walls touched Tommy’s form and the tv static feeling spread. Then he felt Tommy press back, seemingly done with talking for the night. Ranboo patted where he felt his stowaway and laid an arm over his…well, he guessed friend now.

Something warm lit up in him when he realized he’d finally have a friend, even one his own age (Tommy still acted like a teenager, so in his mind, it counted). He genuinely couldn’t wait to get to know Tommy better, learn about ghosts and how he lived, and more, but he quickly figured out that excitement was not the only thing making him feel warmer. Tommy, who seemed to be completely unconscious, was warming up slowly, and Ranboo was confused for all of 2 seconds before looking back at the compass. Right, the hot hands. He guessed Tommy was more linked to this thing than previously thought. Ranboo looked down at his torso, arm still over his friend. Yeah, Tommy deserved to be warm after all his time in that cold ass cellar. He reached down and placed the compass, still in hot hands, right in front of the car heaters that Techno had been blasting for the entire ride. He felt his stomach heat up a lot faster, and swore he heard Tommy sigh as he felt the tension in the ghost’s frame melt away. Good, if this is where Tommy needed to relax, Ranboo could do that.

[mcyt-vore-gift-exchange]

To anyone who may still be seeing this, the interest check is out now!!! Please respond so that we can collect some information!!

Hello, so this is going to be a little mcyt sfw vore & g/t gift exchange if enough people are interested because I think a solely g/t and vore community gift exchange would be fun!

There will be a solely g/t section of the gift exchange for those people not interested in vore!

Several mediums of art will be accepted, depending on what people want, so fics, art, moodboards, web weaves, etc

I apologize for the lack of specific detail, I have several ideas about this right now that are hard to put down.

So!

Reblogs are much appreciated for reach!!

Another interest check will come out soon, asking about schedule and other things. If anyone has ideas, also feel free to pitch them

[skullsnbruises]

whoops! trauma.

[kitty-fighter]

[Seeing snippets of Dream's New video-]

I swear Dream's discovered the g/t community somehow and is just littering the ground with crumbs for us all to snatch up-

[dingbatnix]

Oof, poor Punz. Eventually he'll figure out that it's probably safe : )

Also, if Punz really was against Dream and the others were accusing/attacking him, Dream wouldn't defend Punz, because the others would be diverting the attention on Dream. Doing this proves that they're working together, buuuut none of the others have really stopped to think about it. They're too much in shock : D

Taglist: @brick-a-doodle-do @i-am-beckyu @da3dm @kayla-crazy-stuffs @local-squishmallow @skullsnbruises @giant-tiny-squid I'm putting you here cause it's your ask, technically:)