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astraymetronome · 21 days

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I fucking love your angst. God it's so good! ^^

Finally! The Store Shifter AU dad story!!

Holy shit this took so long, i’m still not fully satisfied with the ending but this story has been like genuinely over 5 months in the making so i’m leaving it as is. also this will need a part 2 so expect that hopefully in a shorter period of time than this one took!

guys this thing is like almost 5k words lol

tw vore: don’t like it don’t read it

“Bad, are you sure this is the best idea?” “Yes I’m sure, now be quiet, we’re almost there.”

Skeppy huffed, blowing a few loose strands of hair out of his face. Bad always got like this when they went on retrieval missions. The kind and funny (if not somewhat naïve) man he married buried beneath a stoic, focused outer shell. He couldn’t blame him, though. Humans were horrifying to be around, and if Bad felt like he needed to turn off everything to get them all out of there safely, so be it. Usually it was just the two of them, Skeppy and Bad against the world as it always seemed to be, but Sam was with them today. He’d been pretty silent through their walk, but Skeppy could sense the unease practically radiating off him. Sam was a builder, after all; he almost never went near humans. But, according to him, some homes in their colony had been damaged by storms and needed repair work that would be significantly easier with human tools.

So, here they were. Bad, Skeppy, and Sam, headed towards a human market. Skeppy had been fully opposed, but the hunt and crops had been poor at the colony, and their supplies likely wouldn’t be regrown until a few months from now if they were lucky. Bad suggested the human’s market, where he’d heard other borrowers say they’d seen humans come in with nothing and leave with bags full of god knows what. He was confident they’d be able to find the necessary rations there, and even if he was scared, he wouldn’t let Bad go to some human infested place without him. Then Sam had joined them and off they’d gone, promising the rest of the colony to be back in a day or two.

As they neared the market, Skeppy could see Bad tense. Anyone else wouldn’t have noticed the slight crease of his brows, the minute shaking of his hands. That’s part of what made him a great leader for their colony; he was able to stay calm and collected no matter what. But having known him for so long, Skeppy could read him like an open book. He was scared. Sam, meanwhile, wasn’t even trying to hide it. He was quaking, clearly terrified of going into a space filled with creatures he knows could and likely would kill him if given the chance. Skeppy, honestly, was equally terrified. They almost never ventured this far into human society, and certainly never into human inhabited spaces. But, all for the good of the colony.

They approached the building and saw humans leaving the store, making Skeppy’s stomach turn in fear. He was sure that his fear was just as noticeable as Sam’s was, and he wasn’t sure how Bad was managing to keep his cool while him and Sam were panicking right next to him. But somehow, Bad pressed them forward, and they had little choice but to follow. They’d already made it this far, and like hell Skeppy was gonna back down and leave Bad to do this alone now.

They managed to get in the door right behind a human before scurrying back to the shadows for safety the second they entered the building, and holy shit was it bigger than he’d thought it was. There were dozens and dozens of rows one hundred times bigger than any one of them, even if they were small compared to the trees of the forest. “We’ll have to search from above,” Bad whispered quietly, breaking the unspoken vow of silence that the three had been following since nearing the shop. “Skeppy, lend me a rope. We can hoist each other up on each level.”

So, that they did. One of them would climb, then throw a rope for the other two to climb to meet them, only occasionally having to hide behind whatever human product was nearest to avoid being spotted. Thank god there weren’t as many humans in the place as he’d initially thought there would be. After a while, the three had made it to the top, overlooking pretty much the entire shop. Skeppy took note that most of the food they’d need was farther back in the store, unfortunately, but at least the platforms they stood on were close enough together that they could jump them. He also took note that a good number of humans were leaving, which was great for them, but also meant that night was likely coming soon, so they had to be fast. It wasn’t safe to travel the woods at night. Bad seemed to recognize this, as he gestured for Skeppy and Sam to follow him, leading them towards what they’d need. After a few more minutes of the three heading to the back, almost all the humans were gone except for a few in bright green vests. Skeppy reasoned that they were the ones who operated the place, if they all dressed the same and stayed when no one else did. But he wasn’t worried; what were the odds that the humans would look up to see them?

“Hey, Nick, you wanna head home early? You don’t look so good, I’m sure Dream wouldn’t mind.” Skeppy heard a human say. He knew it’d be best to stay back, but Skeppy was nothing if not stupidly impulsive. He leaned over the edge of the platform they’d been walking on, catching the attention of Bad and Sam too late to stop him. The human who had spoken was wearing a white sweater and gold chain with blonde hair and pale skin. He was talking to another human, “Nick” apparently, who was slumped over some boxes he was putting on a shelf, back turned to where the borrowers were. This one had a dark red hoodie and black beanie pulled over his head that almost matched the shade of his hair. The first human was right, though; if human body language read anything like a borrowers, this guy really wasn’t looking good. Nevertheless, he responded. “Hm? No, no, I’m fine, Punz, really.” He mumbled, barely looking up. The blonde one, “Punz,” didn’t look like he believed it for a second. “Bullshit. C’mere, let me take your temperature.” He said, pulling the other human to face him, and-

No.

No fucking way.

Skeppy could feel that Bad at this point had noticed his absence and had come over to drag him away from the conversation by force, but he shook himself free from his grip, eyes never leaving the scene in front of him. That was him. There’s no way it wasn’t. His hair was different, far different from the hazel brown he remembered, the same shade as his father’s, but it was him. He even had the discoloration around his eyes to prove it, the scar that had nicknamed him “Pandas” all those years ago. He looked older, much older, no longer the teen Skeppy remembered, and more tired. Worn down, even. He really did look sick.

Bad wasn’t letting go, and now Sam was trying to help him. Punz and Nick- no, Sapnap, he was sure of it- were still idly chatting below, Punz trying to convince Sapnap he needed to go and Sapnap insisting he was fine. At another insistent yank from Bad, Skeppy finally snapped, pulling away and grabbing Bad by the front of his hood, dragging his face close. “Bad,” he whispered as quietly as he could with tears threatening to spill from his eyes, “it’s our son.”

He saw Bad’s eyes light up for a moment before fear masked his expression. He looked down at Sapnap, who was now sat alone, staring at the ground. Punz must’ve left at some point without him noticing. Bad sat in stunned silence, and for once Skeppy couldn’t read his expression. An expression he could read, however, was Sam’s. He looked an odd mix of confused and mortified. Skeppy was confused at the odd reaction before it hit him; Sam didn’t know Sapnap was a shifter. “That’s Sapna-mph?!“ “Shh!!” Sam whisper yelled before Skeppy slapped a hand over his mouth. “Ok, i don’t know what he’s doing here but yes, it has to be. He can…do this. I mean, he can look human. But he’s not! It’s…it’s a long story, dude.” “I- He..what?? Bad, you knew about this?” Sam whisper yelled again, quieter. “…Yes.” Bad took a moment to answer, like it pained him to admit out loud that the ‘human’ down there was his own son. “How can…how long has he-“ Sam cut himself off as Sapnap’s head snapped up, revealing that his eyes were almost black with how large his pupils were. He looked out of it entirely. He looked…predatory.

Bad gasped, stumbling back from the edge of the platform he’d been watching from and fell to the ground, clutching his chest, unable to control his ragged breathing. Skeppy and Sam were immediately right there beside him, Sam trying to lead him through breathing exercises as quietly as possible as Skeppy asked him what was wrong. After a few moments, Bad managed to choke out words. “We- we need…to go. We..we need t- to go now.” “Why? What’s going on?” Skeppy asked. Before Bad could give any semblance of an answer, they heard boxes be knocked over. To curious for his own good, Skeppy went to see what it was, and Sam and Bad reluctantly followed.

Sapnap was stood again, back turned to the three as he looked up at one of the shelves near him. And there stood- “Alex?” Skeppy heard Sam whisper, hope full in his voice. Skeppy had almost forgotten that the day Sapnap ran away was the last time Sam had seen his own son. Quackity looked older, too. His hair was longer and he looked more well nourished and muscular than the scrawny, scrappy little boy Skeppy had watched grow up. He also still wore his stupid little bandana and the face covering Karl had made him after he’d got that gash through his mouth. But even with that mask on, Skeppy noticed the confusion and pity in his eyes as he looked at his boyfriend.

“Sapnap?” Quackity asked, but there was no response. He kept looking for a little bit before sighing and looking around. What for, Skeppy didn’t know, but what he did find was them. Skeppy saw Quackity’s eyes go wide as he noticed the three, and he looked horrified. Sam stood and waved, moving to say something before Quackity violently charaded to keep quiet. He then started to shoo them, and Bad immediately took the hint and tried to pull the both of them away, but Skeppy and Sam held their ground. “Why?” Sam said just barely loud enough for Quackity to hear across the aisle, but also loud enough for Sapnap to notice apparently, as he started to turn around towards them. “Just go!!” Quackity screamed, drawing Sapnap’s attention back to himself as his head snapped back. Quackity took a step forward about to yell something else before time froze.

Faster than he could blink, Sapnap had reached up and roughly grabbed Quackity off the shelf, holding him to his face for a short moment before stuffing him in his mouth. He could hear muffled yelling, too distant to make out any words, and could see indents of Quackity pushing against Sapnap’s cheeks trying to fight his way out. Bad was silent, ghastly white and completely unmoving, not even breathing, which left Skeppy to turn his attention away from the scene in front of him to keep Sam quiet. He quickly and forcefully wrapped his arm around his mouth and pulled him back, using his other hand to push Sam’s head into the crook of his elbow to muffle him. Sam was yelling and screaming; clawing, kicking, doing anything just to make Skeppy to let him go, but he endured it. It was all he could do to not think too heavily into what he’d just seen. There was no way Sapnap would…eat him. He’d watched Quackity and Sapnap grow up together. Before Karl came along, it’d really just been the two of them. They were best friends from the start, and early in their teenage years, it turned to something more. Sapnap cared more about Quackity than himself, he knew that for a fact. There had to be something he was missing here, right?

All at once, Sam fell silent. The screaming, kicking, everything stopped. Everything but his crying; Skeppy could feel his sleeve growing wet with tears. Maybe this was a good sign. Maybe Sapnap had spit him out, maybe it was all a prank, a joke, anything. Sapnap was raised by him and Bad, after all. He’d seen his fair share of trolling from his fathers. Sapnap couldn’t do this, he and Bad hadn’t raised a monster. This wasn’t happening. Everything was ok.

As he looked up, the sight ahead of him said otherwise.

Sapnap had his head tilted up, one hand lightly pressed on something- no, someone in his throat, while the other was holding something just outside his mouth; a tail. Quackity’s tail. Quackity was moving under the pressure; squirming, thrashing even, under Sapnap’s skin, yet the expression on his son’s face read nothing but bliss. Skeppy could even swear he saw drool seeping out of the corners of his smile. He couldn’t watch this. He couldn’t stay here and stand to see the boy he had raised, had loved his entire life, kill someone that Skeppy had thought he’d watched him grow to love. But he couldn’t move. He stood frozen, tears welling in his eyes and his body cold from fear with Sam limp and silently sobbing in his arms. Sam, poor Sam, who sat here watching his son be eaten alive not only by his previous future son-in-law, by his own best friends’ son. Bad, who’d been so silent that Skeppy had nearly forgotten he was here, barely seemed to be breathing. His only signs of life were the tears pouring down his face and the violent shaking that wracked his entire frame. He looked so scared Skeppy was surprised he was still standing.

The three of them watched in silent horror as finally, after what felt like hours, Sapnap let go of Quackity’s tail. They watched his form fall farther and farther down Sapnap’s throat little by little until finally his struggles had disappeared beneath his lover’s collar bones, sealing his fate. Sapnap dropped his head and sighed, the blissful, at peace expression he wore making Skeppy sick. He watched Sapnap seemingly subconsciously trace a line down his torso, no doubt following where Quackity was within his body, until he finally placed a palm on his stomach. And if there was any doubt (which at this point could only be chalked up to wishful thinking) as to what fate Quackity had truly met, it had all been dispelled as the three heard horrible, violent gurgling sounds coming from Sapnap’s stomach. Sapnap covered his whole midsection with his arm, face tinged pink in apparent embarrassment as he whipped his head side to side to make sure no one was around. Luckily for the three of them, he still didn’t think to look up. He blinked a few times before looking down at where his arm laid for a few seconds and subsequently sighing, rolling his eyes (which Skeppy belatedly realized were back to normal instead of the horrifying all consuming black). He began rubbing his stomach as a few more gurgles were heard and he pulled a little thin black box from his apron, tapping it a few times before holding it to his ear.

A few seconds of silence later, Sapnap was speaking. “Hey, Dream! Did Punz tell you I was sick? He said he was going off to find you like 10 minutes ago.” More silence. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine now. I think I just needed something to eat, if you know what I mean.” Skeppy’s heart skipped a beat hearing Sapnap so nonchalantly refer to his own species, to someone he loved, as food. “I’m just gonna go on break now if that’s ok. Could you meet me by the security office? I need you to help me, uh…get rid of something.” Another break. “Ok, sounds good, I’ll meet you then. Bye.” He said, tapping the black box again before slipping it back into a pocket and moving to leave the aisle. At that, Skeppy decided it was far past time to go. He went to grab Bad before realizing that he was fully unconscious, likely having passed out from fear. Sam, on the other hand, lay sobbing. Skeppy could do nothing but try to drag him to away, but ultimately failed. “Sam,” Skeppy whispered, voice cracking through tears and shivering, “We…we have to go.” “I failed.” he responded, not bothering to whisper since Sapnap was gone. “I failed as a father. I couldn’t save him. I- I couldn’t save them. Either of them.” He chocked out, tears pouring harder. Skeppy stood shocked; Sam rarely mentioned his other son anymore. It’d been so, so long since he’s been around that Skeppy (as much as it pained him to admit it to himself) had almost forgotten he existed completely. And didn’t that just make this all the more sad; Sam didn’t deserve to lose another kid. He didn’t deserve to have these old scars ripped back open again. “You couldn’t have known.” Skeppy said, sitting down beside him. “There’s nothing you could’ve done. I…I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry, Sam.”

Skeppy wasn’t sure why he felt the need to apologize, but in some way, this felt like his fault. Sapnap was his son. What had he done wrong? How long had Sapnap been planning to do this? What would Karl say if he saw this? Is Karl even still alive, or did Sapnap get to him first? How were they gonna tell Tina that her younger brother got killed by his fiancé, of all people?

Skeppy was only snapped out of it when a hand rested on his own, and he turned to see Sam looking at him. His tear-stained expression held no anger, no contempt for the man who had raised the person to have just killed his son, just…pity and sadness. Sam didn’t hate him. Sam felt…sorry for him. Sorry that his son had turned out like this after so many years being away from home. Sorry that the boy who they’d both loved growing up was gone, twisted into a psychopath and cannibal. In a way, they’d both lost their kids today. Skeppy couldn’t do anything but break down, clinging to Sam and sobbing as he finally processed everything that he’d seen today. Sam just hugged back tightly, like Skeppy was his only lifeline, and sobbed with him.

“We should get going.” Sam sighed after what felt like hours. “We need to help Bad, and I’m sure the others are wondering why we’re not back yet.” Skeppy, still numb, just nodded and helped sling one of Bad’s unconscious arms over his shoulder while Sam took another. The walk back to where they had come from was silent, neither of them willing to bring up the fact that they hadn’t actually retrieved any supplies and the whole trip was kinda pointless, but were met with a sight that neither had been expecting.

The doors were tied shut with chains. They couldn’t get out.

They were stuck there till morning.

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Sapnap sat in the break room fiddling with his phone when he saw Dream come in, twirling a set of keys on his finger. “You said you needed access to the security room?” “‘Bout time.” Sapnap responded sarcastically, standing up off the beanbag chair with a hand over his stomach to keep the extra weight in his gut from swaying as he moved. Seriously, no matter how many times or how often he’d done this, he was never going to get used to it, was he? “Sorry I needed to lock up the store, asshole.” Dream replied, leading him out of the room to the security office down the hall. “Ranboo is staying at my place tonight so Tom and Tubbo aren’t alone, so I had to lock up from inside today cause someone invited me to stay the night to work on parkour stuff.” “Don’t pin this on me, I’m being nice to you for once.” Sapnap replied, lightly elbowing Dream as he tried to unlock the door and messing him up. Dream flipped him off without even moving his vision away from the lock before getting back to work. “Are you at the security office yet?” Quackity asked, startling Sapnap which in turn startled Dream, who gave him an odd look. Sapnap just pointed to his stomach and Dream rolled his eyes and went back to work on the lock.

“Yeah, we are. Holy shit, dude, you scared the fuck outta me, I thought you were asleep. You haven’t said anything like this entire time.” “I couldn’t fall asleep. Something…something happened, man.” “…Well that doesn’t sound ominous at all. What kinda something? Something bad?? Are you ok, did I do something?” “I’m fine!” Quackity quickly responded, picking up on his fiancé’s nervous tone. “It’s just…well I don’t know yet. You’ll be able to see for yourself on the video camera. I don’t want to freak you out if it’s nothing.” Sapnap went to ask what that meant before Dream finally managed to open the door with a little cheer of celebration. He ushered Sapnap in as he started to log into the camera’s system.

“Ok, so can you tell me what happened?” Dream questioned. “It’s been a while since I did the instinct thing, so I guess I looked kinda sickly, so Punz ran to get you. After that I started to feel nauseous and sat down and passed out. When I woke up again, Quackity was in here and I felt a lot better. I think my instincts just fully took over so I wasn’t conscious, like, at all. I figured I would see what exactly happened and then delete the footage so no one else could see me lose it.” Dream nodded. “Yeah, I figured that’s what you meant by ‘needed something to eat.’ Kinda also figured that instincts had something to do with why Punz said you looked sick, so I asked Quackity to go and look for you.” Sapnap vaguely heard Quackity confirm what Dream had said. “Oh, thanks dude.” “No problem. Now, where and when was this again?”

Sapnap gave a few more specifications on what had happened, and at this point he could feel Quackity nervously pacing in his gut, which felt…weird, to say the least. “Quackity, dude, are you ok? You never move this much in there, it’s kinda freaking me out. And it feels weird.” “Sorry.” He heard as he felt Quackity drop back down to sit, almost immediately starting to tap his foot. “You’re nervous about something.” “No I’m-“ “You’re sitting with your eye sockets pressed into your knees while tapping your foot. I’ve known you my entire life, I don’t need to be able to see you to know what you’re doing. You only do that when you’re really anxious, what’s up?” “Like I said, you’ll see on the video.” Sapnap was about to respond again, but was agin cut off by Dream. “Found it! Oh shit, yeah, you look really out of it, I’m surprised you made it as long as y- what the fuck is that??” That bit caught Sapnap’s attention. He moved closer to the tv and noticed what Dream was questioning: on the grainy monitor, there were 3 small silhouettes on top of an aisle in front of Sapnap. “Are those…borrowers?” Dream asked, looking over to Sapnap. “They have to be. What the hell are more borrowers doing in the store? Q, is this what you were worried about?” “…Mostly.” Quackity responded, and Sapnap nodded to Dream so he could follow along. “…fast forward, see if you can tell when they leave.” Sapnap relayed the request to Dream, who did as he asked.

“Oh no…” Sapnap whispered. “What?” Dream asked, but Quackity was apparently more than aware of the issue. “They didn’t listen, did they? They didn’t go when I told them too?” “No, no they didn’t…” Sapnap whispered again, in shock. He felt Quackity stand and start to pace again, but this time couldn’t care to correct it. “What? Who didn’t what?” Dream asked. “The borrowers on the aisle. Quackity was signaling for them to leave so they wouldn’t see me do..that, but they didn’t. They’re seeing everything.” Sapnap gestured back up to the screen, where at this point he could see Quackity entering his throat and the borrowers backing up, one even kicking and fighting another to do something. “Well…thats not good, but it can’t be that bad, right? I mean, what are the odds you’ll ever see them again? I mean, sure they can tell a colony about a human that ate a borrower, but you guys have always kinda been under the impression we did that anyway, right? At the absolute worst, they’ll have another horror story to get kids to bed on time.” “Dream, I just traumatized 3 random borrowers for life.” “I was under the impression you were all just kinda traumatized from shit in general, is this really that much worse?” “Sapnap, tell him to shut up.” Quackity interrupted. Sapnap obliged by smacking a hand over Dream’s mouth and putting a finger over his own lips. “…I need you to let me out.” Sapnap looked confused for a moment. Quackity had only been in there for a few hours; normally when this happened he would just stay the night since it was more of a hassle to get dry and clean just to put on pjs. Something was wrong, still, Sapnap would never hold the man he loved against his will.

Sapnap quickly brought him up, placing a hand under his mouth as Quackity climbed out. Quackity’s head snapped immediately to the security footage. At this point, Sapnap could see himself finally swallow Quackity down, and the 3 borrowers react accordingly with varying levels or fear and distress. One of them even went unconscious. Quackity watched with a look of worry that made Sapnap anxious; in all the years he’d known Quackity, he’d never seen him like this. Why was he this worried? He barely registered that in the video he had regained control, only focused on what could have caused the fear in his fiancé’s eyes.

Until one of the borrowers turned enough for their face to be seen in the camera.

That…that was his dad. That was Skeppy, holding onto someone who had to be Sam. His other dad was taller than that. That means that the last one, the borrower who��d passed out when Sapnap had swallowed Quackity was…

Sapnap felt his breath speed up. He quickly set Quackity down on the desk as he clutched a hand to his chest and his vision started to blur. “Sap?” Dream questioned, hands hovering around him in concern, “Sapnap are you ok??” “That’s…Those are…” He couldn’t get the words out. Fuck. No, fuck, god no, this wasn’t how this was supposed to go, they weren’t supposed to know, they weren’t supposed to ever see him again but now they knew everything.

They knew he was a monster.

“…those are our dads.” Quackity whispered, barely audible as dreams eyes widened. “The one crying is my dad, the other two are Sapnap’s.”

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astraymetronome · 22 days

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Chapter 3

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Sorry, this took so long to get out! I've gotten busy! My job actually just promoted me and I got my nose pierced.

His lungs were screaming as he ran. Flying was one hell of a risk considering that he didn’t want to rush through the potion in his system. He only had one of each and, even if it was faster, he couldn’t risk it. Tommy needed to get somewhere, anywhere, he could hide and act like he didn’t have a living thing in his stomach. Nausea was swelling up his throat as he ran but Tommy was well aware he wouldn’t actually purge his stomach or anything similar.

The teen could feel the snow under his feet, he could feel the cold sapping through his entire body as he rushed from the city towards a cabin set deep in the snowy tundra. Making a journey completely unprepared was dumb regardless of everything, but doing it into a snow-covered land was even more ignorant but that wasn’t what Tommy cared for.

All he needed to do was run until his head was clear and he reached his destination! Techno was far enough away to be hard to locate which was a good thing, but the worst thing was that he was rough to reach in a bad situation.

Tommy panted as he gave a very sheepish whine, his nausea was getting worse from the combination of stimuli. His feet hurt, his stomach hurt, his lungs hurt, Fuck. Everything hurts! He figured it wasn’t a good sign, considering his ungodly pain tolerance. He just needed to get to that shack in the middle of the forest.

The middle of this fucking huge snow-ridden forest!

He got so caught up in his head, the thoughts of his discomfort and the uneasy pit in his torso, Tommy didn’t know how to feel when, out of nowhere, a heavyweight collided with his back. A squawk left his throat as he tumbled forward, wings flaring in response. He fell into the snow as the thing on his back buried its teeth into the fluff of his cape.

The creature behind him was warm and heavy, a growl building from its throat. He felt fear wash through him for a moment before the weight shifted enough he was able to unclasp the lock around his neck and roll away from the cape. He mourned the loss of its warmth but he was quick to pull a sword from his inventory, ready and completely prepared to shed blood to protect himself.

Tommy’s eyes landed on a medium animal, it was mostly gray and white with a small amount of tan dressing its mussel. The animal’s eyes were narrowed, a red glint resinating in the black of its pupils as his eyes drifted down. A nice deep blue collar sat around its neck as the dog growled once more.

“Liz?” He found himself whispering. The canine’s ears perked up at the word as it left his lips, her eyes shifting from a glare to a gaze of recognition as her tail began to wag away and a small bark left her mussel. She bounded forward, acting like a puppy that hadn’t seen their mother in years.

Despite the cold digging into his body and his knees, Tommy didn’t hesitate to chirp as he opened his arms and eagerly embraced the dog. He smiled as Liz seemed to relish in his contact, barking loudly as she was pet and he scratched behind her ears. Her warmth was welcomed with how freezing his limbs felt from the surroundings.

A pressure hit the side of his stomach, clearly some kind of swing or hit from the man inside Tommy held in a groan as he continued to embrace the animal. It didn’t take a genius to guess what the reason behind the attack was. Dream probably was still angry and confused about the situation going on outside, plus he also had a reason to show his discontent with the teen. A sharp whistle interrupted his situation as Liz’s ears shot up. She jumped off of him, quickly turning to face the source of the sound. Tommy recognized the pitch and knew who had made the high call.

His eyes drifted upwards, a familiar mask slipping into view as he noticed the hulking figure stepping closer. Red eyes slid through the holes in the skull, showing the person behind it. A nice watermelon pink draped over his brother’s shoulders, the braid of hair resting over his right shoulder. Techno was still wearing his signature white dress shirt and black slacks. The jabot around his neck was still ruffled and ironed in the way it always was with the green emerald pendent still just above his clavicle. His red cloak, just like the one normally draped across his own shoulders, still holding the bloody shade of crimson and the white fluff of his collar hugging his neck and meshing well with the golden clasp. His tail swished out to the side, peaking out from under the draping fabric as it slipped through the snow.

“Tommy.”

The piglin’s voice seemed surprised and confused but, ultimately, it was guarded. The blonde wasn’t going to judge him. His brother deserved to feel skceptical and unsure about his presence considering their past relationship and how the avian had treated his older brother. He had betrayed his flock, Techno’s sounder had betrayed him and that was considered unforgivable for a brute. He didn’t deserve any forgiveness or anything of that related sort but he still cared for his brother and the hybrid deserved to be aware of what he was doing.

“Hey… It’s... It’s nice to see you Technoblade.” He told his older brother, the look of hesitance steeling as the brute lifted his crossbow. Tommy lifted his hands, trying to show he meant no harm. Liz glanced back and forth between the two of them, the confusion visible in her little face. She seemed drawn to the tension between the two of them, tempted to join her human and grow defensive but also desiring to go love and cuddle with the boy she hadn’t seen in about a year.

“Why are you here, Theseus.” The tone in his voice as it passed by his brother’s tusks left no room for argument or even an attempt to lie through his teeth. Tommy simply sighed as he looked up, he got up, picked up his sword, and put it in his inventory, before holding his hands up with a small anxious smile.

“I know as of right now, it looks like I just need help. I do, but that's not the main reason I’m here.” He told him as he looked up at his older brother. Tommy could feel his nerves flooding his body and causing a slight tremble in his lip as he fought the instinctual desire to cling to his flock and beg forgiveness. He was bound to eventually but, he couldn’t give in until he was completely sure that everything was understood. Techno had a look in his eyes, one that said he was curious and unsure of what he wanted or even needed to know.

The small tilt of his brother’s head was enough to tell him to keep going, so he listened.

“Dream.. It involves Dream. Since you already paid back what you owed to him, and I promise I’m not here to cause trouble! I figured you were the only person I could go to about this…” He explained kind of periodically. He also brought his hands close, despite the desire to talk with his hands he made sure to keep them in sight and where they wouldn’t be seen as a threat or anywhere near that.

“And what makes you think I’d help you with anything involving that homeless prick.” The brute specified as he looked at his little brother. The older hybrid looked angered as he went ahead and moved forward to do something, what that was Tommy had no idea but he wasn’t gonna just take it.

He could feel his nerves spiking as he gave an anxious noise before speaking once more. “I trapped him!” He said quickly.

Techno seemed to pause at his admission. The piglin paused as he blinked a little, clearly confused and it showed. “Heh?” The man exclaimed as he looked down towards the dog near his side. Liz simply looked back at him, being the same as she ever was, just a confused little dog who seemed happy to be around two of her favorite people. His older brother gave a sigh before he simply lifted up his crossbow and reached a hand out.

“We can talk about this at my cabin. You’ve got no shoes on, Theseus.” Tommy found himself blinking at that, he felt confused but he looked down and, just like Techno said, he’d forgotten his shoes in his rush to get someone else. The hybrid let out a chirp, his gaze drifting back up as he watched his older brother.

promise.

The brute chuffed in response and the avian’s instincts took that as confirmation that they would be talking this out. Techno didn’t hesitate to pick up the cape in the snow, holding it out towards the blonde without a second thought.

Tommy took it after just a second as he made sure to adjust how he stood and tried to keep his feet close to eachother. Liz didn’t hesitate to move forwards and wind her way between his legs and forcing them to have a more reasonable distance.

He began to fall in step behind the brute, watching his brother’s back as the cape over his shoulder’s moved in motion with his body and his tail. If the avian was honest, he wanted to just cling to his older brother due to how badly his instincts screamed. Tommy straight up had someone he wanted to hide from inside of his fucking body. His mind was pissed at him for being so chill about having his abuser inside of his stomach, his instincts were also torn, still feeding off the imprint he’d formed throughout exile.

No one knew about it.

Not Techno. Not Dream. Not even Phil.

<em>Not a single person was going to know.</em>

He brought his hands to his chest, fighting with his flock desire to hold onto Techno.

They’d been walking for about five minutes before the piglin gave a sigh, sounding exasperated as they both came to a stop. “Come here, kid.” Techno said without much room for argument. Tommy felt confused, looking at his older brother as he stepped closer.

The moment Tommy was within arm’s length, his older brother pushed his crossbow into his inventory before his arms moved and…

Scooped him up.

A startled chirp left the avian as he was picked up. He was not used to being treated like a small child, considering he hadn’t really been around his older brother. Tommy was very used to being treated as younger than he was, it was the reason he held such a defensive response when being called a child or something similar. Despite how much he wanted to yell and hit as he was picked up, he didn’t have the energy.

“Put me down, Techno..” He whispered as he was held. Liz looked up at him, tail wagged faster as she perked up. it almost seemed as if the canine thought they were playing around. His brother simply shook his head as he spoke.

“You’re walking barefoot in the snow. I should have done this sooner. Calm down, Theseus.”

Tommy couldn’t argue with that.

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Dream could feel everything around him shift. The walls against his back and knees were warm, in an uncomfortable way, and slick. It stuck to him every time he had to move his body. The hybrid couldn’t believe where he was sitting right now, a part of him was preening at the probabilities and possibilities this could open up for kinds of torture and manipulation. The other half was screaming at how unnatural this was!

He held back the desire to scream and yell until he got Tommy to submit. He wanted out of the teenager! He didn’t want to be stuck in some stupid bird’s stomach or even close to this environment. The sound of his own heart pounding in his ears was drowned out by the teen’s heart among the sounds of his stomach and the wooshing of his every breath.

His surroundings were moving without breath, clearly Tommy was being active with the amount of acids that pooled around his hips. “When I get out of here, I’m gonna fucking kill you!” He barked out, his ears twitching as acid dripped down from the fundus above him. Dream moved his hands to the sides, pushing them into the rugae in order to ground himself.

He shifted his weight, moving onto his lower back as he braced himself with one leg. The sheep hybrid was panting as he reared back a leg, quick to try and kick the wall in front of him. It didn’t come to fruition as he was thrown around, hearing a grunt come from above. A smirk spread across Dream’s face, a sick satisfaction growing in his gut at the teen’s pain.

“Suck it.” He muttered to himself.

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Tommy could still feel Dream kicking and pushing around inside his abdomen. It was causing more nausea to grow, more than he’d like to admit, but the good thing was that he was at least close to having this all taken care of. He knew the pots were still working in his system, able to feel it under his skin, but he had a feeling it wouldn’t be lasting much longer.

The arms that were wrapped around his body were nice. Techno hadn’t held Tommy on his back, which should have been expected, instead literally holding him in a bridal carry. It wasn’t uncomfortable.

Not in the slightest.

The brute was warm in comparison to the freezing cold of the snowing biome around them. Piglin’s were naturally warmer than humans because they lived in the nether, so it made sense for hybrids to have a higher temperature as well. Tommy wasn’t going to complain regardless.

Once they got to the cabin, he felt tired. So much had been going on today, a mix of mental and physical stress that really caused him to feel this exhausted. He had a feeling he’d be sent home tomorrow. No matter how mad his older brother got, Techno was not the monster everyone assumed he was. The hybrid wouldn’t force him out into the snow without shoes or proper clothes.

“Technoblade?” Tommy mumbled, looking up at his brother. Liv had rushed to the porch, eagerly waiting outside the door as her tail thumped loudly against the wood boards below her. His brother hummed, the sound rumbling in his chest as he showed his attention.

“Why?” He asked as his brother set him down. He watched as the boar pushed his hand into his pocket, pulling out a key with a swift motion.

“Let’s talk inside.” He said simply. Tommy found his eyes drifting up towards the mask. He locked his gaze with the man as he gave a small sigh. He probably should get inside before the hybrid changed his mind.

As the door closed and the lights were switched on, Liz barked as she ran towards where the other dogs were curled up. A handful of the ones Techno had left were all over the living room. He couldn’t help but smile as he took a step towards them before a hand was placed on his shoulder, leading him towards the kitchen instead.

His nerves were screaming as he stepped towards the area. His stomach shifted with his nerves, the organ squeezing around the small form that sat inside. He couldn’t help but hug his abdomen, feeling self-conscious of the lump that sat under his shirt. It was pretty impalpable, the smallest of bumps settled just under his rib cage where his stomach sat. He gave a wince, feeling bloated despite the fact he was well aware he wasn’t.

Tommy stepped towards the counter, instinctively plopping himself onto the cold tile. It had been a pretty common occurrence back when the avian had been living with his older brother. Their dad had explained it as a desire to be in high places, something all bird hybrids were wired to enjoy. The teen found it strange, it wasn’t like sitting here made much of a difference for height but he liked it. Though… this did get him thinking.

“Where’s Phil?” He asked, keeping his arms around his belly in order to feel a sense of privacy. He couldn’t help feeling exposed since he was well aware Techno was far more perspective than others on the server.

The brute seemed to sigh at the question, it was almost as if Tommy wasn’t the first to ask it. Techno simply walked towards the oven, placing a pot on the burner and turning it on. The blonde watched his older brother get out some cocoa, milk, and sugar before beginning to combine them in the pot. “Dad is on vacation. He’s had enough of the cold.”

That… actually made sense. The only reason his brother enjoyed the Arctic was because it helped him regulate his hibernation and keep a proper internal clock. It was weird to think such a cold environment would help a nether hybrid live an easier life. Either way, Tommy was glad Techno had a way to live comfortably. His brother deserved it after… everything.

“Either way, we’re not going to ignore what you said in the forest.” The older man said simply as he began to stir the concoction he’d started to make. Tommy knew it wasn’t going to be avoided but he didn’t know how to word it. It would be pretty weird to just blurt what he did out loud but, he didn’t see any other options. It was gonna have to be told sooner or later.

“I don’t know how to say it Tech, it’s… weird.” Tommy found himself mumbling as he looked towards his feet, kicking them slightly. He didn’t know how to continue, but Tehno’s next action surprised him. A hand settled on his knee, giving him a reassuring squeeze before a mug was pushed into his hands, warming the frostbitten fingers. The avian took notice of the blood pooling around his nail beds, which explained why his hands were hurting. Tommy knew he had a bad habit of ripping them from his fingers, it used to be nail-biting in Logshire and it had developed into something worse.

“That’s okay, I’ll listen regardless.” The piglin said as he took Tommy’s free hand and began to look over his fingers. The blonde was well aware his brother wasn’t happy with what he saw, but he also knew Techno would’t judge him for the bad habit.

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he let his eyes shift from the mug to the red ones in front of him. He was unsure how his brother would answer but… he no longer had any excuses to avoid the topic.

“I ate Dream.”

#fanfic #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt g/t #dsmp tommy #trapped dream au #avian!tommy #tiny!dream #starling au #mcyt vore #piglin!technoblade #technoblade

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astraymetronome · 30 days

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I just realized you can boop people as much as you want-

This is heaven.

#boop #april fool's day #april boops

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astraymetronome · 1 month

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Maybe you could throw in a situation with a bad person, instead of him killing someone who is "good" he lets someone bad go? It still shows he is morally gray without seeming too much for you to write.

Like, this is an example, let's say Dally ends up eating most of a camp of bandits or something, say there are three or so, he ends up letting the leader go so that the guy will bring more people in the future, therefore giving him more food at a later date. He's risking the lives of random people, anyone else the bandit tries to kill or rob, for the chance to have a quick meal who knows when.

It still shows a morally gray person if they do good deeds for a messed up reason.

Even so, you can still keep your original idea. If it's properly warned, anyone who reads it is the one who can't complain. I mean god this is already about fatal v0re. Lol

SAGEBRUSH SPOILERS

Okay so here’s the deal. Idk if it’s been apparent thus far, Dally is meant to be a grey character; a sort of antihero if you will, who goes through a slow redemption arc. And a few chapters down the line, I need him to kill someone for character development purposes. That’s all well and good, he’s done it before, but here’s the catch; it needs to heavily impact Sawyer’s view of him. And the only thing I can think of that would do that, would be either a child or a pregnant woman (ie the baby). There will be a valid reason and it will mostly be a ptsd reaction, but it’s like. Idk. It’s intended to trigger Sawyer, but if it’s going to trigger a good portion of my audience too. . . maybe it would just be best to just not?

So I’m making a poll, just to see if it’s alright to go with my original plan. It’s morbid, I know, and I’m sorry, and it’s not a reflection of what you’d be alright with just what you could handle without getting heavily triggered.

#I'm tryin to help #missed you #hope your doing well #sagebrush

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just saw your post about the Trapped Dream au and honestly just ty for taking an idea that I already had pretty much stopped doing anything with and making something awesome.

Like, you’re such a talented writer, oh my god. I’m absolutely on the edge of my seat for chapter 3 like genuinely i can’t wait to see where this goes

Thank you for giving me some long lost inspiration! I hadn't really written a lot of vore stuff since middle school and well- after I saw your story and got back into vore writing, I couldn't help but run with it!

Thank you for letting me take my time and grow it into my own kind of idea and situation! I promise chapter 3 won't let you down!

#fanfic #mcyt g/t #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt vore #tiny!dream #giant!tommy #trapped dream au #answered

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I am in the middle of writing chapter 3 for the Trapped Dream AU, as well as a few other projects, and want to clarify something.

I know that this is a different take on @cyncerity 's Trapped Wilbur Au, but I don't think I'll be including him in this. A little comment on him, maybe with how he is tiny or something would have been thrown in but I plan to keep him out of this now.

I support Shubble, but I'm not gonna preach over everything.

Either way I still plan to write my Au even if cyncerity plans to abandon hers. Either way, I like my story so far! Expect more in the future!

Also- I noticed, shortly after the situation came to light, one of Lovejoy's is called Consequences.

The chorus is- "What's this? The consequences of my actions."

And I just wanna say..

That song didn't age well lol.

#fanfic #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt g/t #mcyt dream #mcyt wilbur #wilbur soot #dream #support shubble #trapped dream au #lovejoy #consequences #Spotify

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astraymetronome · 1 month

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#fanfic #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt g/t #starling au #trapped dream au #mcyt vore #something new #comment your thoughts

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astraymetronome · 2 months

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I love him.

Casual Grian

#grian #desertduo vigilante au #bird boy #avain #wings #love them

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astraymetronome · 2 months

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trapped dream Au

Will at one point there be comfort between Tommy and dream ?

I'll be honest, this Au is really not a good choice for Dream Apologists- By Dream I mean the character of course and not the guy. I really don't think I'll end up doing comfort, which might change, but if I was too I don't think it would be the kind of comfort everyone expects. I don't plan for this to be sweet and cute- No this is gonna be pretty angst heavy.

#mcyt fanfiction #mcyt vore #dsmp tommy #dsmp dream #only angst here #answered

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astraymetronome · 2 months

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You convinced me Vaeh-

@dingbatnix @cyncerity @reclusiveopossum

You're guys like the only three people I talk to on here other than Vaeh.

My hair is actually split dyed right now- but I can't do that in this so natural is my best bet.

starting a picrew chain bc i found one that has tons of options for outfits and such

here is the link

so here’s a biblically accurate atlas for you folks

fun fact i have this exact outfit ^_^

no pressure tags: @gently-decaying-flowers @tellme-o-muse @gayoticbeing @xgirlidiotx @trying-to-be-cool-abt-it @bassguitarinablackt-shirt @dandelions-fly-in-summer-skies @astraeasparrow @fakevariety @mack-anthology-mp3 @my-cages-were-mental and anyone else who’d like to!!

#please don't hate me #me #im tryin my best #she/they

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Chapter 2

I'm so sorry this took so long to get out! School, work, and my mental health have been kicking my ass. I also stopped taking my meds so it's been hard to really get motivated for things.

I'm back on them now and eager to continue the Starling AU, aka TrappedDream AU, of @cyncerity 's TrappedWilbur AU. I also got art commissioned to show off my Tommy design! I might do the same with Dream's since I can't draw. It'll be at the end with the Artists' Instagram!

Chapter 1 | Chapter 3

Warnings: Physical Violence, Cursing, Potions/drugs? Idk if that counts, Manipulation, Fearplay, Soft Vore, and minimal mentions of digestion.

Tommy could not take his mind off the weight settled in his pocket. He didn’t expect to get away from Tubbo and Boo without any questions, he’d told them that after finding Micheal he took a second to listen to their surroundings before bolting. His friends knew how protective he was of the young piglin considering he grew up with one of the child’s kind. Regardless of all of this, the weight in his pocket was all that filled his head.

Dream was currently in his pocket.

Dream was at his mercy.

The sensation of control swelling in his chest was intoxicating but… He could also feel dred. For once in his life, the blonde was glad his pockets had zippers since, if the ram woke up, nothing could roll or fall from the bag of fabric. He noticed that the heavyweight had shifted, no longer as pressing as a small touch told him plenty.

Tommy didn’t expect to feel human limbs entangled with a body. Shifting to his blob form changed his size, of course, but, once Dream chose to revert to being human once more, he should retire the small size for his given height. It took seconds for his mind to click.

Something had to be wrong with him.

Each wing beat brought him closer to his home. He knew he needed to get his tormenter somewhere secure. He couldn’t risk him fixing his body with his code manipulation or whatever the jerk chose to call it. He already got out of Sam’s prison, and he can not let anyone know he had him.

If the wrong people gain knowledge of his location he risks people stealing him or helping the smug bastard escape. He refused to allow him back in the public. His intentions were dreadfully clear considering it hadn’t taken him very long to go after Tubbo’s child. Dream seemed ready to start his cycle of abuse over, this time with Micheal who was not only close to him but he knew the green fucker was well aware of how much it would hurt.

Once more, Tommy found his sneakers making contact with grass and gravel. His dirt hut had never seemed as comforting as it had now. He crept closer, glad the sunset caused his home to shadow his form as he made his way inside. He really needed to get a new place, he loved his shack… but it wasn't safe. Dream knew this place existed and, if he got free, he'd need somewhere safe to go.

He shook his head. Tommy would much rather be in prison again than thinking about that. Even exile seems tame in comparison to his own mind. His eyes fell over his home, his gaze searching and open as he tried to find something. It didn't take very long before he began to dig through his chest, finding an empty glass bottle.

It wasn't perfect but the opening was enough that he could fit the small masked blonde without any fuss. He sighed, hands reaching for his own hair as he let his wings furl closed. They were stiff, as expected, and very in need of a preen but he couldn't do it by himself. He'd never been taught and it wasn't like he could get to Phil, Wil, or Techno. He unzipped his pocket, pulling out his personal demon with a small growl.

He took more of the mask on his face, he didn't hesitate to lift it, removing the stupid painted grin and dropping it next to the glass before he moved to push him inside. The scars that littered his face weren't supering, Tommy had become well acquainted with each and every one of them over the five years he was tortured.

He watched as closed eyes didn't even stir and flinch at the action, allowing him to understand that his prisoner was still unconscious. He moved, stepping away to find something to fill his hunger back to full. Flying used so much energy he didn't have much of a choice other than eating, especially after a two-way trip without a break in between. The smallest of hums left him as he hung up the cape, pulling down the sleeves of his cardigan as he pulled a loaf of bread out, not hesitating to dig in.

He wasn't sure how long it would take for Dream to awaken, so he simply decided to wait. Tommy sat on his bed, having the bottle on his end table, quietly checking his messages. He didn't expect anything to be on it but he did find a message from Dream, clearly not meant to be sent since it was unfinished. He assumed it was sent right as this unconscious state hit him.

“What happened…” He mumbled to himself as he bit his lip before glancing around. The avian had things he needed to do, tasks that were important and required him to be out of his home but he couldn't leave. He also could bring Dream with him since he really risked being caught. There were people who probably wouldn't care but he refused to risk this opportunity.

A sigh left his lips as he lay on his back, grumbling to himself about how stupid this was. He wanted him to get up already, but it really had been a short time so he didn't want to push anything. He knew the dick didn't deserve his respect or anything of that sort, but he wasn't going to stoop to his level.

That was one line Tommy wouldn't cross…

Unless provoked.

His ADHD-ridden brain was already done when he began to stare, wanting to learn and prod his little enemy. He'd never even seen Dream in his blob form let alone as a small person. The part of him that asked questions and desired to become aware of things was eager to get stimulation.

Tommy knew he'd spend at least an hour watching him, his fuzzy brain and sleepy eyes being enough to tell him this before he took any notice of him waking. He immediately shot up, his icy blue eyes watching the small form with interest before he watched his own blink open.

The black dots that he met made him smile. It wasn't a nice smile, more of a grin mixed with a smug upturned lip. He could see confusion bounce across his thoughts before he properly took in his surroundings and steeled his resolve.

“Hey Tommy, fancy seeing you here.” The small blonde said without a single hint of fear. It honestly sent anger flushing through his body to the point he couldn't help scooping up the bottle, and holding it high and near his face.

“You seriously wake up in a fucking bottle and your response is, ‘Fancy seeing you here.’ Go eat a dick you green bastard!” He found himself calling out in his normal tone. He saw a small flinch, pulling away. He didn't expect that but…

His voice was probably loud to such small ears.

Tommy quieted down as he watched him, head tilting as he spoke up again, his tone shifting to softer and, at the very least, not as heavy. “I found you in your blob form.”

The clear gears turning in the small fucker’s head were decently blatant. He was confused about how he seemed to respond but he knew that Dream refused to lose control and, if acting like everything was fine gave him that idea, he wouldn’t stop. He couldn’t do much to stop anything he did, Tommy was well aware but he didn’t want to give into his ego by showing this.

“Oh, that's because I wanted Boo to find me, didn’t expect neither of them to come after me, or send you.” He announced with a roll of his eyes. He found his own watching the small sheep, his mask still hiding his face. He was well aware of what was under that dumb piece of plaster.

The blonde hair that was tied back under the green hood of his weird scarf wrap and the toxic green eyes that saw through everyone they laid upon. He remembered staring up at a crocked nose from being broken in the past and the engraved scar that crossed over its bridge and under each eye. If it wasn’t for the fact he was such a manipulative asshole, he would be pretty sure he’d be eager to be around him.

“They didn’t want Tubbo to go after Micheal, so he held him back.” Tommy found himself muttering as he placed the bottle down, simply glaring as he crossed his arms over his chest. “I was going to warn them about your stupid freedom and stupid actions. You shouldn’t take your hate for me out on a toddler so I went after you.”

He didn’t want to look at him, knowing full well he’d see a smug grin under his mask and, as expected, a sickly sweet comment that failed to hide his demented thoughts and undertones. “Awe, little Tommy was worried about me. I see you’re finally getting over your hate rut for me.”

“Shut the fuck up, Dream. I was going for Big M not you.” He found himself swearing as he got up. Tommy froze as he did this. He couldn’t run away.

He always ran away and he shouldn’t let this happen.

He ran away from exile because he had no choice.

He had no one to save him back then but he wasn’t helpless.

He wasn’t going to let Dream make him run away again.

Tommy felt as his hearing faded, the ringing he hadn’t even noticed beginning to slow and falter as he turned to face him once more. He could hear as he muttered, the small asshole rambling about how he always ran away, how he knew confrontation was pointless.

Calling him pointless.

He felt his wings open up behind him, fluffing up in an attempt to seem intimidating but Tommy knew he was. He knew Dream had no reason not to be scared of him right now.

He had the advantage.

He wasn’t small anymore.

“Shut the fuck up!” He shouted, hands slamming on the table that housed Dream's glass bottle. Tommy saw it wobble, taking note of how he stopped making noise and covered his ears and how the mask looked up at him.

“Oh, Tommy, you-”

“No! You don’t get to talk here!” He called out, cutting the bastard off as he grabbed the bottle by its neck and hoisted it to his face. His eyes pierced into that dumb mask as he moved to shake the vile, letting Dream’s weight settle into his palm before he clamped down his hold.

He could feel his heart pound under his thumb as Tommy brought him up near his face, he felt as if Dream's eyes were burning into his soul before he moved his hand and pulled that smile off. He could feel this nagging in the back of his brain, like the sensation when Phil used his bird voice to get him to calm down or anything. He wasn’t completely an avian, of course, being part god, in some way, because of his Mom’s genetics. Wilbur got lucky enough to just get their dad’s traits.

He lifted his hand feeling smaller ones press into his thumb, as strange as this seemed and honestly would be, Tommy needed to make sure Dream knew what it meant to be stuck, unable to leave or affect your prison in any way. He could have sworn prison had been that breaking point but he was wrong. The green bastard would never learn unless he saw the true consequence of his actions.

The plaster cover wasn’t strong, Tommy could break it and force him to show his well-kept secret. Even in prison, he’d been allowed to dawn his mask after it had been ensured to lack holds for any form of weapons. The one thing Dream swore to protect was his privacy so, he pulled the mask from him, the straps breaking under the force. He lifted it finally meeting those toxic eyes and the well-hidden fear they held.

“You won’t do anything to me.” A scowl formed over his face, pushing into his scar to make it seem even larger and his horrible grin. Tommy gave a small eye roll as he stuck out the tip of his tongue and set the mask onto it. He gave a small grimace before pulling it back into his mouth, swallowing the plaster with a swift motion.

“Do you ever wash that thing!?” Tommy questioned. The stupid mask tasted worse than anything he’d eaten before, and he didn’t even bother looking away from the small man in his grip. Dream’s body was still, staring up at him in what seemed to be a mix of fear and caution. His tail was tucked and Tommy watched his sheep-like ears pin back. Having his fear directed towards him for once gave him this sensation of power, something he has longed to hold over the stupid bitch for years.

“Drop everything you have, do it or I will crush you.” He said plainly as his grip tightened, squeezing him to prove his point. It didn’t take long for him to ‘persuade’ him into doing as he said, it wasn’t like Dream had any other choices. He could hear him growl and curse at him but Tommy didn’t care. The best way to hide or trap something was in his crop which, sadly, he didn’t possess.

He opened his maw, closing it after a moment. If Dream’s mask tasted like shit, he was bound to be the same. Without a second thought, he walked over and dropped him into his cauldron. “You should be clean, rather not hold something gross,” Tommy mumbled as he did this, he was talking to himself.

Mostly.

After a moment he lifted him from the water, Dream was quick to begin to shift. He knew full well that there was no way he was going to sit still and let him do this. Tommy didn’t care for it as he half-heartily shoved him into his mouth head first. The sensation was unusual, he would admit that, but the sensation of having something inside and moving against his tongue really spiked his instincts.

This burning desire to chirp and let himself go was strong but he buried it in favor of trying to simply get this over with. Dream needed to go. He needed to leave everyone alone.

The ram in his mouth didn’t taste like much of anything and he couldn’t confirm if it was a good or a bad thing, regardless he didn’t want this sensation to end but he couldn’t do this. Tommy couldn’t do this for the fun of it.

He swallowed, feeling the squirming form squeeze into his esophagus, a muffled sound seemingly leaving the sheep he was eating. The sensation made him relax as he felt his throat open once more and he loudly gulped, letting him slip deeper into his neck. He brought his head back, teeth clicking close as he felt shoes kick against the tip of his tongue before he began to drag deeper, feeling feet pull and then force into his esophagus once more.

As it slid further and then disappeared into his chest, Tommy took a deep breath and he went ahead with coughing as he hit his breast area. He sighed once the blockage disappeared, quickly being followed with a small panicked noise, his stomach wasn’t as safe as it could be. He didn’t hesitate to turn his head and dig through his chests. Tommy was looking for something specific. He could only hope he would make out the pink shimmering bottle and the orange that followed the same shine.

He pulled each out, pushing two extras of each into his inventory before he went ahead with uncorking the two he held. He didn’t hesitate to lift them to his lips immediately chugging their contents. He tried not to even consider the color they’d both make in his stomach as he shakily dropped the bottles.

Tommy could feel as Dream clawed and fought in his abdomen. The sensation was unusual and most definitely uncomfortable. He shook, trying to get this all to stop. Nausea swelled in his throat, mostly his nerves and the unusual weight in his stomach but he couldn’t bring himself to even consider relaxing. He’d done it. Tommy had trapped Dream somewhere no one could get him and somewhere only he could access.

God…

He fucked up.

Tommy needed to leave. Someone was bound to trace him back to Dream’s disappearance. He needed to get to someone who could protect him. He…

He needed Techno.

Techno would know what to do. He won’t even consider granting him mercy not after Dream killed the only thing his older brother cared about. How he wished that could have been him… Maybe if he’d not been so annoying and useless Technoblade would have grieved when he died at Dream’s hands.

He would have had the same respect as Ranboo…

He would have deserved to be brought back.

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Dream had never expected he would have been stuck in this kind of situation. His stupid powers decided to backfire, probably at the will of XD. The god hated the fucking brat in front of him just as much as he did yet the bastered willed him into finding him. This situation was such bullshit. Everything had been going to plan and yet he was forced to enter his blob shape and then passed out.

Now here he was, stuck in a shitty bottle as the blonde bitch hovered over him. He felt a smile spread under his mask, he would be able to gain control of this with ease. Dream shifted, adjusting his mask as the space he was in sat untouched as the blue eyes watched his every move.

“Hey Tommy, fancy seeing you here.” He let the words pass his lips as he went ahead and quietly sat up. He was a little startled as his cage began to shift and he slid down to the bottom of the glass bottle.

“You seriously wake up in a fucking bottle and your response is, ‘Fancy seeing you here.’ Go eat a dick you green bastard!” Tommy’s voice was louder than he expected, causing him to flinch in response to the new stimuli. The teen seemed to pull away for a second, something flashing in his eyes before he spoke once more, sounding softer.

“I found you in your blob form.”

The cunt wasn’t surprised by his comment, after all, he was doubtful his unkempt magic would have held the form this entire time. Still, he shouldn’t be this small after the release of magic. He shifted once more, changing his posture in order to give the gise of understanding and control. “Oh, that's because I wanted Boo to find me, didn’t expect neither of them to come after me, or send you.”

He could see the anger flush up for a moment, just a moment before the teen gave an eye roll and seemed to pause for a second. Dream was well aware he was taking him in, looking towards his body and observing his entire form to mock his gage of control. His own eyes were beginning to glow under his plaster protection, smiling as the teen spoke once more. “They didn’t want Tubbo to go after Micheal, so he held him back.”

He took a deep breath before setting the bottle down and continuing. The action of a simple task felt so strange at his size, feeling his entire form shake and the click of glass against the wood. “I was going to warn them about your stupid freedom and stupid actions. You shouldn’t take your hate for me out on a toddler so I went after you.”

Dream grinned at the comment. He was always glad when Tommy assumed every task he set out to do was to get at him. It was true, of course, but he wasn’t going to be so obvious about it. This always allowed him to change the way he reacted. Everything he did was to get at the blonde, it had to be in order to succeed in his plans but if he acted like that wasn’t true, his brain would stutter and change his views.

“Awe, little Tommy was worried about me. I see you’re finally getting over your hate rut for me.” He said with that sing-song tone he kept for chasing George or Sapnap but as of right now, both of them hated his guts. The anger that flushed on the boy’s face, mixed with his hint of confusion and clarity was almost like ecstasy for his brain.

“Shut the fuck up, Dream. I was going for Big M not you.” The child seemed to yell, his face revealing his true feelings as it always had. He thought he’d managed to beat that out of him, which shows how far away his toy has managed to flee. Tommy turned away, clearly planning to leave and run away as he always did. His behavior never changed.

“I thought we talked about this Tommy, you know people don’t like it when you run away from your problems or the fact you always act like the victim!” He said quickly, the boy's hands were balled into fists as he clenched his jaw, the teen seemed to be on his last legs. If he got the stupid bird to fuck off he’d be able to find a way out of this bottle and to XD. That bastard had some explaining to do after all. “It has and always will be pointless to lecture you about it! You never list-”

Within the span of a few seconds, his wings had swung out from under the cloth, feathers ruffled in a way to show irritation as he turned back to face them. The tall blonde glared, hands slamming onto the table. The bottle wobbled, the quiet sound of clicking being a lot louder on his sensitive eardrums. His own hands had shot to his head, covering them as he did his best to hide his discomfort.

“Oh Tommy, you’ve-”

His words were cut off in seconds, clearly talking wasn’t going to fix this.

“No! You don’t get talk here!” Tommy shouted the bottle being thrown around as it was grasped near the top. It was hoisted up, the motion being enough to nauseate the small man inside. As his vision stopped blurring he took note of the face in front of him, Tommy’s face hadn’t changed at all. At least not since prison. The most noticeable difference was the light in his eyes, they no longer held the gray tones but instead replaced with light blues. It seemed his lessons really hadn’t had as much of a hold as he’d assumed.

He didn’t expect everything to shift, and to be thrown out onto a palm. He would have melted into how much warmth it held if it belonged to anyone else. His heart was pounding in his chest as he moved to scramble up only to have a thumb press against his chest and other fingers pinning his legs against the teen’s skin.

Those blue eyes continued to burrow into him, clearly looking for any sign of fear as Dream glared right back. He was tempted to growl and challenge the avian as his tail fluffed up. The hybrid stared at the teen as he did his best to force a smile. Tommy could have easily slashed his body with one of his nails but, luckily, he didn’t.

The silence that held in the air was only thickening the tension. He was nervous, letting it show as he pushed his hands against the thumb across his torso, trying to claw at it and damage flesh. It wasn’t really working but that didn’t matter.

The teen moved swiftly, his mask being torn from his face as the straps snapped before the fasens broke. Tommy’s eyes bored into his face for a moment before he seemed to be examining his mask, the thoughts going through his head unknown but clearly visible with the look on his own face. He was so close that he could hear his breathing.

Once again, their eyes were forced to meet properly for once. The sheep hybrid didn’t really let his own emotions slip, simply just growling as he let his eyes sharpen. “You won’t do anything to me.” He said sternly. He was trying his best to test the limits of his conditioning. He grinned, knowing the scar that etched across his face always made his smile unsettling. It draped from under his right eye all the way to his jugular vein, the scar Tommy gave him when he took his lives. It was gross and unsightly considering he’d lost a part of his smile, his lips scared and torn.

His eyes rolled and his tongue stuck out, Dream was just about to question what he was doing before he placed the mask on the slick muscle. Within moments, dread pooled in his gut. He didn’t even notice the grimace that held his face before a low swallow filled the air.

Dream felt his breathing stop. Had Tommy actually just swallowed his mask? It was.. Unsettling and gross in a way but, he didn’t understand what he was doing. The ram had seen many things on this server, but this was new. It was… frightening.

He wasn't scared.

“Do you ever wash that thing!?” His voice was quick to interrupt his thoughts. He shifted himself, protecting his body as he stared. A smile began to spread across the teen’s face, “Drop everything you have, do it or I will crush you.” He continued.

Dream felt the hold on him grow firmer, it was tight, so tight he swore he heard his bones creak as he did his best to argue. It didn’t work, considering he was probably only five inches tall. He cursed, not holding back his profanities as the teen simply watched him. He refused to be treated like some doll. It was stupid and embarrassing as he was lifted, dangled seemed like a better word, over his face.

He watched as his lips parted, his tongue pressing against his lower row of teeth. His breath wafted up, smelling of wheat and bread. The ram didn’t have enough time to look at anything else before he was pulled away, hearing the teen mutter, “You should be clean, rather not hold something gross.” Before he was dropped into a pool of water. He flailed a little, sputtering as his body was completely drenched. Tommy lifted him after a few moments, it hadn’t been long but the water soaked him through.

The moment he was back in his hold, despite his lack of concentration, Dream swiftly began to kick and hit his hands. He wasn’t gonna let that fucking bird treat him like a meal! It wasn’t even fair! This was against his rules, even if he had no idea what the hell was happening, and he wasn’t going to stand for it.

He yelled, his face meeting a moist sponge within seconds. It was warm compared to the water he’d been drenched with as he felt a scream build in his throat. Dream was cut off before it could even leave his lips as the tongue pushed into his face and chest. He was being fucking tasted like some demented lolly pop! He couldn’t see anything with the combination of the dark, slime, and lack of space as small flashes of light would enter as the lips against his waist parted from his size. He pressed against the flesh, shouting the moment he could breathe before everything shifted.

The muscle he laid on moved, the area near his head and arms tilting at a downward incline causing pressure to build against his stomach and chest. The wind was knocked from his lungs, a cough escaping his throat before he was pulled into the teens. Dream screamed, showing his fear for once in his life as he was suddenly squished against slick flesh. The esophagus was pulsing, trying to pull him down and deeper into the body. It didn’t seem to be having much luck before a loud gulp left the area once more.

He was dragged down, his legs and feet slipping into the moist air. A clicking sound echoed down and around him as he moved his arms. Dream did his best to give more space for his head, using his elbows and arms to try and force the muscles to stay parted. It didn’t work, or matter since, in moments, he was squeezed, startling a ma-ah from him. He hated making hybrid sounds but he would let this pass.

He was shaking, feeling his entire form slip into the moving tube. He continued to try and push and squirm but the muscles made it nearly impossible. Dream could only hear a loud pounding from around him along with the squelches of moving flesh. The seconds felt like minutes, the passing of time frozen in one realization.

Tommy had just.. swallowed him.

Dream was stuck.

No one would know. No one would save him. No one would be able to see or talk or hear from him ever again! He had the revive book but he couldn’t use it on himself. He had no more favors to pull from to be brought back from limbo; even worse, he couldn’t get out of this.

The walls continued to push and prod at him, pulling him down as he could hear a hacking boom from above him. He’d probably caused the stupid bird to choke. It serves the brat right if he is honest! The petulant deserved to suffer. Things shook as well, a thudding echoing, no doubt caused by a fist.

He felt something plush against his arms and head. Dream did his best to look up, or was it down, to what was causing him to stop. He felt his breathing hitch before the thing began to open.

“No- no- no!” The ram began to stumble over his words as the smell of stale bread and acid hit his nose. The hold on his body broke, causing him to tumble down and into the larger space, his face quickly being submerged in some liquid. Dream did his best to get up, moving his head out of what had to be acid. He hated the sensation of the liquid on his face. A strange chirp left the body around him, everything moving as he did his best to adjust himself. He couldn’t see anything, reaching his hand out to try and figure out where he was. It didn’t work considering his hand quickly met a wall before resistance kept it from moving far.

Within seconds he heard a gulping sound from above and behind him. He shifted, barely sitting up as a glowing liquid began to flood in from the opening near his head. He sputtered as it covered his body, the orange liquid was quickly followed by pink.

Tommy just drank potions.

It was obvious from the shimmering and slight glowing. The colors turned into a salmon shade, pooling the stomach’s contents to around his waist. Fire resistance and regeneration…

He was gonna keep him in here! What the fuck was he thinking!?

Dream could move his arms, but not by much. He could only move his elbows about 5 inches from his torso before the walls touched them, following this his legs were kept close to his chest, his feet near the entrance to the avian’s intestines. He tried not to think about it as a shutter consumed his body.

He moved, as much as he could, and kicked. If he wanted to get out of here before the potions wore off he needed to make the teen puke! He began to claw, press, and yell as the walls shifted around him. The lungs above him were heaving with something. It could be fear, anger, or even pride but he couldn’t tell.

A low gurgle left the organ, causing the sheep-hybrid to freeze. Everything around him was alive and moving. It wasn’t going to stop no matter what he did but he couldn’t stop.

He refused to stop.

Dream was not going to let Tommy do this.

And… Even if he did…

He refused to go down at the hands of his puppet.

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