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sbi-au-ideas · 2 years

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Tommy can speak to animals.

Normally, someone with this power would become a vet, or work in a pet shelter- but Tommy saw potential in his power- and after months of grinding and saving, he finally burrowed away enough money to do what he’s always wanted to.

He makes a coffee shop- for people and animals.

Now, Tommy knows that stray cats and raccoons don’t seem like wealthy company, but if he communicates with them appropriately, he can turn his 4-legged friends into petty thieves.

Because one thing that all of nature can agree on, is that shiny = good.

So while people are coming into his shop for coffee, idle talks, and a little free entertainment from his company; the crows are bringing him jewelry and stray coins, the raccoons are retrieving broken technology from the garbage, and the stray cats and dogs are bringing in customers.

Tommy, in return for the animals hard work, gets them “gifts.” As much of a gift that you can give creatures that don’t care for money or things that are particularly more tasty than the last thing they ate.

So, the crows are fed to the brim with seeds and dishes overflowing with bread crumbs, and while they eat they rest on his shoulder and nip at his ears while he works. He talks to them while customers are low, and they show off what amazing customers they are by chirping and crowing right back. No one else can understand them, but Tommy does, and he cackles loudly along with the murder of crows resting on his countertop.

When the raccoons wander into his shop, grumpy and untrusting as always, he directs them to a dish of fresh water to clean off in and listens to their chitter chatters, nodding solemnly as they review their memories with him. They’ll leave his shop cleaner and more well-fed than when they entered, and return the next day with gifts from the garbage to acquire another dip in fresh water and a warm biscuit.

The stray cats and dogs are interesting characters with varying needs. They might just be looking for a temporary shelter, or maybe they want saucer of water and ground beef. Sometimes their requests are more time consuming than others, like the dogs that wander up to his counter and whine for a bath to get rid of any flees and ticks. There was even a cat who demanded he stop his work and scratch behind her ears immediately. When he tried to resist, she gave him some pretty aggressive scratches. Well, some customers are nicer than others.

He feels good about his work. He especially feels good when he looks at the statistics of animals on the streets, which have gone down dramatically from his cafe keeping them clean and fed, raising the number of strays that get adopted or taken in by shelters.

Everything is going well!

Until a murder of crows fly up to his door at the end of a long shift, carrying one of the most powerful objects in the world:

The Power Orb.

The Power Orb is a powerful ability enhancer- once they figure out how to utilize it, anyway- that the Heroes and Villains have been fighting over for months, desperate to gain an upper hand over the other in their ongoing war of morals and superpowers.

And Tommy has it in his hands. The ones that are covered in flour, age-old coffee burns, and faint red claw marks.

…

It’s smaller than he was expecting it to be… and was there always this giant crack in the side?

Phil clutches the Power Orb in his arms as he runs through the chaos. Neither side knows he has it yet, so the fighting continues, abilities clashing in magic, fire, water, lightning, and illusions. His side is bleeding thickly, and his right wing burns as his healing ability fights to keep up with the damage he’s sustained.

There’s a crack in the Orb. No one knows what or who caused it, but the fighting only crescendoed when the Orbs power leaked into the air, uncontrolled. Even now, as Phil hugs the blue, translucent ball to his chest, he can feel his legs shake as it hums throughout his person.

He whistles sharply when he makes it far enough away from the fighting, some dingy alleyway on Southside. Quickly, his crows descend around him, cawing and crowing in a cacophony of sound.

He hands them the damaged Power Orb, rattling off orders about finding a safe place to keep it, and his voice cracks painfully as his entire body shakes with adrenaline.

The murder flies off just as quickly as they arrived, and Phil collapses to the ground, his hand reaching up to cover his mouth as bile crawls up his throat. He hits the emergency button on his wrist, before rolling over to rest his back on the dirty alley wall, gasping in air greedily.

Fuck. He can only hope those damn birds even know the definition of a “safe place.”

#tommyinnit centric #winged philza #sbi fic idea #sleepy bois inc #sleepy boys inc #superhero au #supervillain au #coffee shop au

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nomsfaultau · 1 year

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Both Fault Tommy and Philza are delusional over exactly how big a Tommy is.

#Its like how you pick up a baby horse #and they always think youre bigger than them for the rest of time #but with Tommy #fault au #tommy and philza #SCP tommyinnit #SCP philza #winged philza #something to nom on

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issybettyx · 1 year

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Tommy unreliable narrator au

Disclaimers:

1. Idk what unreliable narrator is, i’m not googling it simply to see how this turns out

2. This is being written out of boredom because i’m waiting for my computer to cool down before watching the final episode of limited life (i started watching it last night)

3. I hardly ever write angst anymore, but this is simply my origins, so enjoy the angst

4. I also never write in first person, so it might be shit and the tenses might be off, so don’t question it

5. I also hardly ever write bad parent phil, and i always make wilbur and techno good people. But hey, anomalies are good sometimes

6. I’m not listening to angsty music, i’m listening to one direction, trust me it’ll make this writing better

Tldr; tommy has never had anyone to trust, so he finds himself trusting people he shouldn’t

Trigger warnings: manipulation

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All I ever wanted was a constant.

It’s all anyone wants in this world, really, and I’m not sure how others found theirs.

I used to have Tubbo, I met him when we were seven and he tried to tackle me in the playground to prove a point to his other friend at the time. Of course, I hated him for it, but he helped me up and dusted the dirt off my shirt, so I decided I liked him. Everything good comes to an end eventually though, and he betrayed me, just like everyone else in this fucking world.

I never really had parents either, which most people can rely on for many things. My childhood was a blur for the most part, jumping between foster homes, some admittedly worse than others, before finally escaping at sixteen.

That’s how I found myself in the Arctic, a chilly place with strange people.

Newspapers littered the floor no matter where I walked, and most weeks I’d find myself staring at screen-shotted camera footage of the local villains. After asking a civilian about it, they told me about the following;

Soot was a tall, masked man with a knack for fire and explosives. His features mostly went unknown, but brown hair was known to peak out from under his hood, and hazel brown eyes glared at anyone who dared approach him. The clothes he donned were simple, a yellow jumper matched with black cargo trousers, a long brown trench coat over his shoulders.

Blade was even taller, but people speculated that was only because of his boots, the heels higher than should be possible for him to fight as well as he does. Most well known for carrying a broadsword and easily defeating everyone he faced, bright red eyes hidden behind a pig mask. No one knew his hair colour, most likely because he was much more careful with hiding his identity than Soot. However, his clothes were much more regal than Soot’s casual outfit, with a poets shirt and a long red cloak, similar trousers to the other. A crown was placed on his head, gold with an emerald on the front.

And then, last but definitely not least, was Corvine. The only winged man on Earth, whose pitch black feathers could be found dotted around the country. Unlike his teammates, most of his features were on display; long, blonde hair fell onto his shoulders, shining blue eyes are shown through a black crow mask, the only thing covering his identity. A black turtle neck was his chosen shirt, with a dark green hooded cloak, the same black trousers as his teammates.

Together, they were the SBI.

SBI weren’t the only villains of the Arctic, however, as there was a greater organisation named the ‘Antarctic Empire’, which the civilian told me was to show how they believed in morals and duties that were opposite to what the Arctic taught their citizens.

Trust had been difficult since Tubbo decided to leave me, so obviously I didn’t believe everything this person told me. A villain, by dictionary definition, is the person responsible for specific problems or damage. Who was to say what they’d done was a problem for the greater public? After-all, it was government ran news stations who told the people about these villains.

So, I decided to find out for myself.

It was tricky to find them, understandably, but after three weeks of trying to bump into them, a pig mask stared back at me in the dead of night.

“You shouldn’t be out here kiddo.”

Kindness, protection, concern.

“Well I don’t exactly have a bed time.” I returned at the same pace the other had spoken, not being able to match Blade’s deep voice and monotonous tone. However, the man let out an amused huff.

Human. Human. Human.

“Go home, it’s dangerous out here, and trust me when I say you don’t want to see Corvine.”

“Well, that’s kind of what I’m here for.” I reply easily, and the shock on the other’s face is hardly noticeable, but I saw his lips part for a split second.

“You? Wanna become a part of the Empire?” He asked, clearly disbelieving even when I nodded incessantly. “Good luck with that one.”

“I’m stronger than I look.”

“You’d be good bait.”

Resourceful, cautious, facetious.

“You underestimate me, Blade.”

The sound of feet landing beside us filled our ears. Blade flinched, I simply looked.

There stood Corvine, his wings spread out behind him, an eyebrow raised just over his mask, a smile on his lips as he stared directly at me, blue eyes blinking with a hint of suspicion.

“Who’s the kid mate?” He asked, the question clearly not directed towards me but rather his teammate, who didn’t manage a reply in time.

“I’m Tommy, Tommy Innit, and I have a proposition for you.”

Corvine paused, clearly contemplating something as his wings slowly pulled behind him.

Curious.

Human. Human. Human.

“And what may that be?”

“You know I’m powerful, you can feel it.” Corvine paused again, and I grinned, hands behind my back as my feet rocked on the pavement. “I would like to join the Antarctic Empire.”

I expected several things.

Maybe to be shoved away, taken to a local orphanage, maybe even to be killed for talking to people with a bad reputation.

Instead, Corvine smiled, it was bright and happy and everything that made my chest uncomfortably warm, a skipping feeling in my heart that I couldn’t explain if I was given years to name it.

There was no malice in the dimples that had formed on his cheeks, no ill intentions in his blue eyes, but a strange form of pride that only powered my want to join them, to stand beside them, to make sure they didn’t regret taking me on.

Corvine smiled, and I knew I’d done something right.

—

“So, this isn’t the main base, we’ll take you there after a few weeks and we’re sure we can trust you, however some of the Empire are here currently that I’d like you to meet.” Corvine explained, footsteps silent as he made his way through the hall. Since we started the journey back to a safe location, Corvine’s wings had been pulled behind him, whether it was to seem less threatening or because he was simply relaxed, I don’t think I’ll ever be entirely sure.

“Soot!” Corvine called into the building, hands around his mouth to project his voice more. Blade continued on through the building, leaving his sword on it’s rack before falling onto a sofa, picking up a book and completely ignoring everything around him.

Trusting, bored, uninterested.

“What?! I’m busy!”

“I don’t care come downstairs!” Corvine yelled back, receiving a loud groan in return, and then a door slamming, and then much louder footsteps.

The civilian was right, he was tall.

And also completely maskless.

The man paused half way down the stairs, brown eyes wide as they stared directly at me.

And then, he groaned again, making his way down the rest of the steps before standing in front of Corvine, a frown adorning his face.

“You could’ve told me we had a visitor.” He grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest before staring at me, a hint of curiosity in his eyes that I couldn’t find a way to explain.

“This is Tommy, he’s going to be your apprentice.”

“Sorry what?” We both asked, and I couldn’t help but pause, glaring at the other who clearly returned the sentiment.

“I don’t need training-“

“And I don’t need a child following me around all day! Techno’s bad as it is!”

Corvine sighed, pinching the nose of his mask as he muttered words to himself I couldn’t quite catch. “Well Tommy can’t just become a member of the organisation, Blade’s busy enough as it is, and I have to run the entire fucking thing! So you’re the next candidate.”

“Why not Nihachu? She’s way better than me!”

“What did we say about complimenting others to get yourself out of things you need to do?”

Manipulative, argumentative, adamant.

But smart, resilient and devoted.

“Not to do it.” He mumbled back, and Corvine simply sighed again, walking away from the two and walking through a doorway, the door slamming shut behind him. And then, Soot turned back to me, eyes squinted as he stared, so I simply copied, hands balled into fists at my side. “What’s your power anyway?”

“None of your business.” I spat back, hardening my glare.

“Well it kind of is, considering I have to train you and all.”

“I can go without training my powers, you’d be too shocked to do anything about it.”

When Soot groaned and finally broke the eye contact, I found myself looking at the sofa where Blade sat, book in hand and hood pulled down, revealing french plaited pink hair.

“Like the hair Blade, really brings out your eyes.” I comment, he doesn’t even register that he heard it.

Embarrassed, fond, stubborn.

“Alright child-“

“For the third time today I’m not a child.” I insist, but Soot goes undeterred, walking away and only leaving me to assume to follow.

“Your room is the one on the left at the end of the hall, come to training room C at 7am sharp and I’ll show you around the building.” Soot explained, stopping outside of the door he’d mentioned before turning back around, something dangerous flickering in his eyes that I almost laughed at. “But if you even try to escape and reveal our whereabouts, you will be killed on the spot, do I make myself clear?”

“Clear as day big man.” I reply easily, but the man’s glare only hardness, leaving me to push into the room and shut it behind me.

After a quick scan of the room - checking for cameras as always, can never be too careful - I fall onto the bed, eyes drooping shut the moment my head hits the pillow.

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Shorter one today cus i hate writing in first person, probably won’t continue this because first person just reminds me of wattpad and third person is simply superior

A few things to take note of:

Sbi aren’t actually good people in this fic. Irl they’re the best, in this au however Phil is only looking to capitalise on the power and vulnerability Tommy possesses. Techno is genuinely indifferent iferent, he doesn’t care of Tommy’s existence, he doesn’t care if he moves in and becomes a part of the team, he simply doesn’t care. Wilbur genuinely hates him, it’s not a fond insulting or teasing arguments like Tommy believes, but simply his raw emotions and feelings.

There are a few main bits where the unreliable narrator gives off this idea that SBI are good people. For example when Phil smiles.

No one has ever really shown Tommy affection in his life, apart from Tubbo who ‘abandoned’ him (Tommy pushed him away). So when Phil smiles, despite Tommy’s trust issues, he takes it as a positive thing.

Phil: smiles

Tommy: oh my god affection thank you i need a family you are now my father im so glad i made you proud and i wont stop at anything to make you continue to be proud

Phil: woo a child who i can manipulate and send him on death riddled missions without having to sacrifice my children :D

However, when he meets Soot and finds that he’s ‘Manipulative, argumentative, adamant.’ he basically says ‘nah bro these people mean no harm, let’s look at the positive side’ and makes these negatives into positives.

Some part of him understands these people don’t truly love him for him, but rather are going to keep him around for what he’s capable of. But he doesn’t want that part of him to be known, he wants someone to trust, he wants protection, he wants a family he can love and so he pushes it aside. Tommy looks at Wilbur and aspires to be him, Wilbur looks at Tommy and wishes for his downfall.

If you want fluff out of this au, just know if I was to continue it the person who would genuinely become Tommy’s family would be Techno; his indifference is because of lack of knowledge, he sees a bright eyed kid with aspirations he assumes he’d never achieve and finds he doesn’t want to be a part of it. But then he sees Tommy’s true intentions, his underlying need to be understood and loved, the want and need so strong that he lies to himself to get what he wants, and he feels bad because he knows what that feels like.

Anyways, I’m off to go read, ily all and i hope you all enjoyed this lil thing :)

#dream smp #mcytblr #tommyinnit #sbi #sleepy bois inc #dream smp au #philza #technoblade #wilbur soot #villain sbi #superpower au #winged philza

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sha3thehunter · 1 year

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So I had this headcanon and I decided to write it because it wouldn't leave my brain. Enjoy the first chapter of what I like to call the Harpy Curse AU fic.

#flower husbands #harpy curse au #jimmy solidarity #scott smajor #grian #philza #winged grian #winged philza #winged jimmy

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lildevyl · 2 years

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Tommy Innit's Secret Clinic Chapter 8: Michael’s Birthday

Summary: The Bench Trio celebrate Michael’s Birthday!

A/N: So some fluff here! Also this chapter does have some background with Wilbur and Techno. Their backgrounds were inspired by Tommy's Ultra-Important Keychain by SeriouslyCalamitous

Also will tag the chapters with Trigger Warnings. Just to be safe.

HAPPY WRITING!

TW: Mention of Past Child Abuse, Mention of Past Child Neglect, Mention/Implied Past Mugging.

(Bad’s Café)

Tommy couldn’t keep the grin that was plastered on his face off. He was excited about today! It was Michael��s Birthday today and the little trouble maker was turning eleven today. Tommy was at Bad’s Café picking up the two dozen muffins that Bad insisted on giving Tommy to take to the party.

“Tell little trouble maker Muffin Head, Happy Birthday for me!”

“Will do Bad!”

“Tommy!” Wilbur called out as he walked into the Café.

“Wilbur! How are you doing?” Tommy asked.

“I’m doing good. I came by to see if you were working today. I’m guessing that you’re not working today though.” Wilbur gestured to the muffins in Tommy’s hand. Then he noticed a present as well. “What’s the special occasion?”

“Huh, oh! It’s Michael’s birthday today!” Tommy answered. “Michael’s a kid that I sometimes watch on the side for Ms. Pinkett.”

“That’s cool. Give me a minute and I’ll walk with you,” Wilbur offered.

Tommy was about to protest, but Wilbur had already ordered his coffee to go and paid for it. A few minutes later, Wilbur was right by Tommy’s side and gestured for them to get going.

“So, how did you become a part time babysitter for Michael?” Wilbur asked with a teasing tone and soft smile.

“Ms. Pinkett used to be my Foster Parent before me and my roommates got out of the system. She was one of the “Good Ones” I guess you can say. The Foster System sent us to a Group Home for us “Problem Kids.” It actually turned out to be a good thing though. She really helped out a lot. But we just . . . couldn’t stay. She understood and even helped us get out.”

Tommy went quiet as memories came back. Ms. Pinkett was literally one of the “Good Ones” in the Foster System. Years of going from home to home, so many rules broken and too many lies being told to him time and time again. It got to the point that Tommy literally thought that there was something wrong with him for why no one wanted him. So many different homes, schools, and a Social Worker who literally just seemed like they were too tired to care. Yeah, Tommy couldn’t have been more grateful for Ms. Pinkett!

But when the “Incident” as Tommy refers to it happened. It was when Tommy was younger and was very naïve of the world. Seeing someone slumped over bleeding in an alleyway on his way from school one day. Tommy, not even thinking about it, went over to the stranger and healed him. Some time later, Tommy nearly got kidnapped because of his healing powers.

Tommy couldn’t help but wonder what would have happened if Ms. Pinkett hadn’t come barreling down the street and got them to her brother’s house! She was so furious with the Police when they just wrote it off as a “Prank.” It was at that point that Ms. Pinkett had helped teach Tommy about his powers and the dangers of having said powers.

Tommy looked over at Wilbur when he came back to reality from Memory Lane. He was expecting the “Pity Looks” and the “Sympathetic Frown” because that’s what Tommy mostly got from people when they learned that he was a Foster Child. Every now and then you come across the “Good Samaritans” that literally only saw you as a gig for their blog or a “Charity Case” Opportunity to get brownie points from their viewers.

Tommy, already mentally preparing himself for the “I’m sorry to hear that Toms.” But when Tommy looked over at Wilbur, he was surprised. None of that came, as a matter of fact, Wilbur, himself looked so deep in thought, like he went down Memory Lane as well.

“Kinda sounds like me and Tech before Phil adopted us.” Wilbur said after a few minutes of silence. Tommy’s jaw hit the floor. Wilbur? Wilbur and Techno were in the Foster System?

“Phil was a Foster Parent for a while before his wife died. Techno was placed with Phil because, well, he was a “Problem Child” and no one wanted to deal with a Piglin Brute Hybrid. I came along a little later. Phil found me on the streets after I ran away from home.”

“Why did you run away from home? Was it that bad?” Tommy asked. Tommy just couldn’t fathom why you would run away from having parents, a home, people who cared about you?

“Yeah it was. My parents only really cared about their reputation, what others might think of them. It was all about money and their perfect image and if you didn’t fit into that perfect image. Then they just tried to sweep it under the rug or tried to fix it. When I came into my Hybrid features, they literally tried to get me to hide it or suppress it. They couldn’t stand having a *cough* Mer Hybrid as a son. I ran away when I was about ten? Eleven? I think? Phil found me six months later and took me in. A few years later Phil officially adopted us.”

Tommy couldn’t help the stab of jealousy that shot through his chest. That was every Foster Kids’ dream. To finally find a family that will love you because of all of your flaws and not expect a perfect child to be molded into. But he also felt a bit of sympathy for Wilbur. He couldn’t imagine what it must be like to have parents that cared more about money and what people thought about them than their own child?

“I had to officially and legally disown my own parents. One so Phil could adopt me and two because the last thing I wanted was to have my parents see that I ‘made it’ and then decide they want their son back.” Wilbur explained.

Tommy nodded in understanding. He heard and read countless stories of families neglecting and/or abandoning family members. Only to come back in their lives full of empty promises and praises all because their kid had “made it big.”

“I work for Phil and he owns a Studio Company. I’m in charge of the Music Department. Techno’s the Social Media Manager. Phil’s in charge of looking over everything. We have other people that help out as well. I’m also trying to get my own music out there.”

“Wait, do you sing, Wilbur?”

Wilbur started to flush at that. “I tinker around. I play guitar and I sing. I write my own songs as well.”

“You’re going to have to show me sometime.” Tommy smiled imagining what Wilbur’s singing voice would sound like.

“Sure, you can stop by my place sometime and I’ll sing for you! Also, I think we’re near where you live.” Wilbur gestured to Tommy’s apartment complex.

“Yep, we’re here.” Tommy turned to the rundown, and crumbling building in front of them.

Wilbur made a face at the state of Tommy’s apartment complex and the cracking concrete steps. But didn’t say anything about it. Tommy was truly grateful for that. Tommy knew that their living conditions weren’t ideal and it would be nice to live in a place where the carpets weren’t stained with something that suspiciously looks like mold or blood. Or to have vents that didn’t have a strange smell to it. Or to have a building that didn’t have a fresh coat of paint to cover up some kind of “Crime Scene.”

But unfortunately, they can’t. At least not yet. Ranboo should be getting a raise here soon and he is without a doubt one the best and youngest Assistant Managers the Pet Store ever has! And if Tubbo got accepted into one of L’Manburg’s Tech Schools. Then there was a sure chance that Tubbo could get a really decent paying job. Tommy’s content at working at Bad’s. Tommy really didn’t have any future plans for himself other than getting the hell out of the Foster System and try to forget about that day.

“I’ll see you later Tommy?” Wilbur asked, bringing Tommy out of his tumbling thoughts.

“Yeah, Wil. I’ll see you tomorrow at the Café!” Tommy called after his friend and headed up the steps and towards the elevator to his and his friends apartment.

(Ms. Pinkett’s House)

One bus ride and a five block walk later, Tommy, Ranboo and Tubbo arrive at the party a little bit late but not by much.

“Tommy! Ranboo! Tubbo! It’s so good to see you guys!” Ms. Pinkett gives each of them a side hug and beaming smile. “Thanks for coming guys! Michael’s been super excited to see you!”

“We’re doing good Ms. Pinkett and thanks for inviting us!” Tommy said.

“Tommy for the last time, it’s Scarlet! I might not be your Foster Parent anymore but you still babysit -”

“I’m not a baby, Mom! I don’t need a sitter!”

“But you still ‘supervise’ Michael and his friends from time to time.” Ms. Pinkett - Scarlet said.

Tommy used to babysit Michael when the three of them lived together. When Tommy, Ranboo and Tubbo managed to get out of the Foster System and get their own place. Tommy still “Supervised” Michael and his friends from time to time for Scarlet. After what almost happened to Tommy and Scarlet nearly getting mugged herself. Scarlet literally has been asking Tommy when she was unable to get home in time to watch her son for her. It’s usually only a few hours. And it never really interfered with Tommy’s schedule at Bad’s. Scarlet couldn’t have been more grateful for Tommy’s help and offered to pay him for when he “Supervised.”

The trio walked into Scarlet’s one story house and placed the presents on the dining table and headed into the living room. Tommy instantly recognized Ant (Antonio), an Ant Hybrid and Shroud, a Spider Hybrid, two of Michael’s best friends that he had known since Kindergarten. Tommy also recognized a few other people that Scarlet works with at the Starlight Plaza and their kids. And Tommy of course recognized Karen and her two trouble-making kids. Luckily, for everyone else, there were plenty of adult chaperons to make sure that Karen’s entitled kids don’t cause a scene.

The party was in full swing, with plenty of games, food, cutting the cake and serving ice cream. Michael sat down on the couch opening up his presents and thanking everyone. Michael got a few new board games that Tommy had feeling would be played by Michael and his two friends the minute the party was done. A couple of stuffed animals that he really enjoyed (Michael loved the chicken plushy that Tommy made him). He also enjoyed the Heroes vs Villains video game that Tubbo got him. Ranboo got him a gold plated hair clip for when he wants to braid his hair.

Unfortunately, the trio couldn’t stay for long because they had to make sure that they made it to the bus stop in time. After giving Michael a final hug and promise to stop by some time, the trio headed. That early evening, Tommy, Ranboo and Tubbo, rode the bus home with laughter in their ears and smiles on their faces.

Little did they know their world would come crashing down around them.

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Characters:

Siren -Wilbur

Erinyes - Techno

Orcus -Phil

Theseus - Tommy

Nuke - Tubbo

Ender - Ranboo

Michael the Piglin - Is a Hybrid in this story might actually be a little more in the story. IDK yet!

Tagging: @weirdmixofweirdness, @tracobuttons, @nightfuryobsessed, @iamliteraltrash1, @luna-moonblood, @ashedflower, @a-humble-narcissus

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