#borrower!tommy

[i-am-beckyu]

One Small Gift

HELLO! I TOLD YOU I'D POST ONE MORE FIC THIS YEAR! And I am very proud of myself for making it a Christmas centered fic! I can't believe it's actually been a year since I last posted a Christmas fic. Like where did the time go and how did this thing spawn?

I'm gonna ramble a bit more at the bottom of this fic about me and the community but lets not hold you up any longer so I give you: The Christmas Fic- One Small Gift :3

cw: fear, death mention (but no actual death), lying, panic and anxiety, fluff- Like, ALOT of Fluff, hidden identity and of course happy endings. You know, the usual angst/fluffy Beckyu fic :3 word count: 8351

Disclaimer! This story is based on the characters of the Dream SMP and not the real life content creators. Anything that occurs in this story is purely fiction and should be treated as such. Thank you.

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Cold

Why did the walls always have to be so damn cold? 

Tommy’s mind couldn’t help but linger on the thought, as the Borrower shivered making his way through the maze that was the inside the house walls.

Human Beans invented heaters AGES ago for the insides of their houses to keep warm, so how was it that the inside of the walls were still always so flippen freezing? 

Would it kill them to think of the little guy freezing their butt off just once?

Well no, maybe not. But it certainly would Tommy. 

As much as the young blonde would love to cuss at the home owner for not giving him a proper source of heat, the Borrowers code quite literally FORBID them from ever telling a Human of their existence. Not to forget the fact that it would mean doom for a borrower if they ever did. All the horror stories of Borrowers being squished or experimented on from the elders to go off being proof enough.

Death by Human Beans?

HA! Absolutely NOT!

That’s exactly the reason why he is trying to get supplies for the Winter to warm himself up, before it gets even colder! 

Tommy grumbled to himself as he ducked and weaved past forgotten cobwebs about how it was such a pain to be in this position in the first place. He’d had a perfectly fine home in a tree nook in the forest that had always remained nice and cosy warm during the colder months. 

Even if that meant he’d been living on his own, Tommy had been happy living as an Outie borrower for as long as he could remember. Well at least he had, before some tall, pretentious brunette freak decided his home would be the perfect tree to cut down and drag all the way back to his stupid freezing cold house. 

But it gets better, because even though the main part of his home was actually still intact under the now stump, the Bean still took the top half of the tree- 

With Tommy still inside it! 

They flippen took HIS house and wrapped it in a net; effectively trapping the poor borrower and then strapped it to the top of their car and drove hours and hours to a Human Town with him hanging on for dear life.

And that’s not even the worst part because not only did the flippen Bean steal part of his house, but then they had the audacity to cover the tree's dying corpse in fancy decorations and shining lights. 

Like seriously WTF?!

A Bean kidnaps him from the only place he’s ever really known and covers his once thriving residence all merrily in ornaments, while he’s forced to flee his only real known place of safety with nothing but the clothes on his back, and the few supplies he did have stored in the upper levels of his now dying home. He hadn’t wanted to leave, but it was the only choice he really had. 

Stay in the tree and get caught, or try and survive in the Beans' walls until Winter passes.

He chose the latter of course- (It’s not like staying would have helped him anyways) 

Getting down from the top of the tree had been, well- less than a fun time for the Borrower. The big purple bruises across his back were a throbbing reminder from his impact on the floor at times, but he managed. 

Instead, Tommy had started to navigate his temporary ‘soon to be home’ in the walls getting an idea of the layout and where the best places were to borrow from. He just had to make it through the Winter and then he could go home. Trying to get back to his nook now would be impossible with all the snow cover on the ground, but he’d get back to the forest even if it killed him.

Which might be the case soon if he doesn’t get some new clothes and heat source quick.

That was the main issue with being kidnapped after all. You only have what’s on your back and well, Tommy hadn’t exactly been expecting to get yoinked away in his scrappy T-Shirt and shorts. He had proudly made them himself with the few scraps of fabric he’d managed to find from some Beans that had been passing through years ago on a camping trip, but the fabric was light, and not made to be worn in such cold conditions. 

He’d only meant to go up and check what the heck the loud thumping outside his tree was like any normal person. He was expecting a deer or maybe a bear using it as a scratching post, not a Bean cutting their house down and taking him along with it. You don’t exactly have time to think about putting on proper clothing when your everything is at stake.

So that was step one: Find some material and make some clothes- a jacket the top priority.

Tommy is very thankful that he had his borrowing bag on him, that he still has his self made needle and some old thread so he at least didn’t have to start from nothing. Finding the material hadn’t been too difficult to locate either. When he first scouted the place, he discovered pretty quickly that the Bean had a habit of leaving stuff all over the place, so borrowing supplies hadn’t been difficult to do without being noticed. It’s how he found the most perfect fluffy woollen red sock to make a coat and blanket from. He would already have it now though if the Bean hadn’t come back before he could swipe it.

The Borrower had tried to come back for it later, but the Bean had decided it was time to clean their room up because he had some guests coming for this thing called ‘Chris-mass’- whatever that was- and the sock was gone.

So instead he grabbed what he could and made his way back to the walls with just enough fabric to make a new pair of pants and some crackers for dinner.

But it still didn’t fix the whole freezing situation.

What Tommy really needed was a candle. 

To a Human Bean it may seem to be an insignificant source of light, but to a Borrower it could literally be the difference between a warm nights sleep and becoming a Borrower popsicle! But that was easier said then done because all the usual spots Beans would normally keep candles, were replaced with flippen electric ones!!!! 

What’s wrong with fire on candles!? Why would you want a fake candle that just flickers and produces less light than a real one?

That or something for a bed. At least that way he’d have a comfortable place to sleep and trap his own body heat.

He really wishes he could have taken those socks…

As if this Bean wasn’t bad enough, not only did they lack the materials Tommy so desperately needed, but they wouldn’t shut up talking into the black box (a fone he thinks it’s called from memory) to other Beans with how excited they were about them coming to stay for the Hole-lid-days and spend time huddled together by the fire or something dumb. 

“Come on Dad! Let me host. If you let me host, I’ve got the coolest surprise planned for you and Techno I swear!! Plus don’t you want to come and see me?” 

Lucky prick. Got a Dad and a brother…

Now don’t get him wrong, Tommy is a big man, if not the biggest man to ever exist and he doesn’t need anyone. But he also couldn’t help but long for someone to share the cold season with like the Beans did. It had been so long since he’d seen another Borrower like himself and though he’d never admit it, living alone did get a little bit lonely sometimes. It would be nice if just once he could share a night cuddled up close to a loved one, and just bask in each other’s company. 

But Tommy didn’t have time to be sentimental about things he’d likely never have.

He needed to find a way to stay warm and get warm now.

But the universe decidedly hated Tommy because, tonight was apparently December 24th-

Chrisymiss Eve.

Tommy had been here about a week or so and in his short stay still wasn’t 100% sure what this whole Khrislermas was, but it appeared to be a BIG deal to the Beans. 

Apparently, all the Beans get together whether it’s family or friends to spend time together and exchange gifts. It’s about being thankful for what you have or whatever and something about showing how much you love someone by giving and receiving presents. 

Tommy thought it was actually quite a nice thing the Beans did and wished that Borrowers had something similar themselves in their culture. However, there was one thing he still didn’t quite understand about this whole holiday thing.

Who the heck is Santa Claus?

He’d been taking some more crackers the Bean had left out from the kitchen while this ‘tv show’ played on the Bean's big Black box that was talking about this Santa guy. Apparently, he was some elusive, big fat man, dressed all in red with a big white bushy beard, who climbed down the Beans chimneys, and left gifts for all the little boys and girls of the world. He had this list too that knew if you’d been naughty or nice and would leave the good children gifts and the bad children coal in their stockings. 

Children could write letters to Santa or he’d visit and children could sit on his knee and ask him for a gift they would like and he would deliver the toys to children all over the world on Christmas eve when everyone was sleeping, only to have disappeared by daybreak.

Tommy hadn’t thought much of this Santa at first- not when it was just another Bean to avoid. That was until he learned two very important details.

1- Santa delivered presents to ALL children of the world. 

And 2- Santa wasn’t meant to be seen by Humans either.

So not only did this Santa guy literally just give out free gifts, but Tommy literally had a way to get exactly what he needed for the winter!

All he needed to do was talk to Santa and he’d be saved! 

Now you might be thinking: But Tommy, you said it yourself. Santa isn’t meant to be seen by anyone so what makes you the exception? 

Simple.

Borrowers aren’t meant to be seen by Beans and neither is Santa.

Which means just like Borrowers, Santa must not want to be caught (which if he thinks too hard about it makes sense since he literally breaks into houses but anyways) and unlike with Beans, there is no rule that says Borrowers can’t see Santa!

All he has to do is wait for Santa to visit Crystamas eve, and then he can ask for his gift! Santa probably even knows what he wants, being made of magic and all! He just never knew Santa existed so he’s never asked for his gift before! 

If he were a more greedy Borrower, he could ask for so much more to make up for all the years he never got a gift, but that would probably put him on Santa’s naughty list. And while coal would be good, Tommy doesn’t exactly want to burn the house down with him inside it. So this was his best shot to get exactly what he needed. 

The hard bit though, was waiting for Santa to arrive. That meant not only having to be out in the living room where the fireplace was, but also meant he had to wait for the Bean to fall asleep. Which really meant that it would be AGES before Santa would come because the Bean of the house was terrible at sleeping at night. 

The man literally had no sleep schedule and would stay up till terrible times in the morning before drifting off. Normally that wasn’t much of an issue for the Borrower having observed this early on, but right now it was very much a hindrance because it could be hours before they went to bed. 

It also seemed that they wouldn’t be sleeping anytime soon, because the amount of energy and excitement the Bean had displayed the whole day about his family coming home was overwhelming. He’d come home at one stage with this big bag of stuff talking on the black box about how his super cool surprise was coming along and how it would be awesome since they let him host Chrimpmas- whatever that meant. 

Tommy had hoped with the excitement of the holiday they’d have been ready to pass out by now, but he couldn’t be more wrong with the amount of commotion he could hear from down the hall- and that’s through the walls. 

At least he could observe everything going on from his place on the bookshelf. It was right next to a small crack in the wall he could just squeeze through, but it gave him a good view of the living room but also enough cover from prying eyes unless he made his presence known. However, being out of the walls had one difference the blonde hadn’t accounted for.

Heat.

The fire had been lit and was keeping the whole room nice and toasty warm compared to the harsh bite the walls somehow managed to keep. The whole atmosphere made him almost want to curl up and fall asleep. It had been so long since he’d been able to just enjoy the warmth in the air and not be shivering to keep alive.

Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt if he had a nap before Santa arrived.

Just a quick one….

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Tommy was awoken to a rather loud THUNK as the Borrower shot up from where he had fallen asleep atop the shelf. 

It took the blonde a moment to realise where he was and not panic about being out in the open before his eyes settled upon a figure. 

Sprawled out across the floor in a heap of red and white was the jolly big man himself.

Santa Claus.

The one and only.

“Santa!” Tommy yelled excitedly as he hurriedly manoeuvred to stand. “Santa you came!”

Santa’s head snapped up from the floor alarmed, as they pushed themselves to stand and take a defensive stance.

“Who said that?!” they shouted, looking around wildly panicked. “Show yourself!”

Tommy giggled to himself. Santa was so silly. 

“Up here Santa! I’ve been waiting for you.” The blonde waved as the man's head turned and their eyes fell onto his small form. 

Tommy grinned at the magical man taking him all in. 

Just like the figure on the big black box, Santa wore a big red coat with white fluff lining the ends of his sleeves. A big black belt was strapped around their waist, fastened with a fancy golden buckle and sturdy black boots on their feet to keep out the snow. Their head was adorned with an oversized big red hat, with a giant white fluffy pom pom on the end, and they had a long white beard that travelled down their chest. And last but not least was a pair of gold rimmed glasses perched on the tip of their rosy red nose which accentuated their big brown eyes that were staring at him in wonder. 

Huh. 

He could have sworn that Santa's eyes were blue.

“I can’t believe you came! I wasn’t sure if you would since I never sent a letter but you must have known anyway cause here you are!” The little borrower stated excitedly as Santa removed his glasses, and rubbed his eyes in disbelief. 

“I’m so glad you’re here! I really need my Crimpmess present.” 

“I’m sorry you’re what?” the man’s eyes furrowed in confusion as they processed what the younger had said.

“My present!.” Tommy rolled his eyes. “You know, the whole reason why you’re here.”

Santa didn’t exactly seem like he knew what was going on. Right now all he was doing was staring and Tommy was getting a bit annoyed. 

Was that not why Santa was here? To deliver his present like the show had said?

Tommy huffed annoyed he had to explain all this. Wasn’t this like his job? He should know!

“I’m sorry,” Santa began slowly as if trying to process. “I didn’t actually know you were here.”

“Why else would you have come then?” Tommy crossed his arms unimpressed. “I’m the only kid here, but don’t tell anyone else I said that. I’m a big man! The biggest ever!”

This finally seemed to warrant a different reaction from the older, as they looked the boy up and down unimpressed by this so-called ‘fact’.

“A big man huh? You look more like a child. What are you- 12?”

Tommy feigned a gasp, grasping his chest offendedly. “I’ll have you know I’m 14 and the biggest man alive! I’m only a child for the purpose of getting my gift tonight and tonight only!”

Santa couldn’t stifle a laugh as he watched as the small child stomped his foot in a mini tantrum at being called 12. It was endearing in a way but he still wasn’t sure how to proceed with a tiny child standing on their bookshelf.

“Well whatever you say I guess, but I still I didn’t know you were here.”

The blonde shrugged before moving closer to the shelfs edge. “Ah well it doesn’t matter. You’re here now so I’d like my gift please! You have it right?” 

“If I didn’t know you were here, then how would I have your present with me?” Santa asked.

Well he did make a good point. It’s not like he sent Santa a letter and he hadn't met him to tell him like other human bean children had until now. 

“Oh right. Guess I better come sit on your knee and tell you what I’d like than.” Tommy stated matter of factly, as the small Borrower moved to the edge of the shelf and stabbed his hook into the wood, quickly jumping off to descend on his rope to the ground.

“Wait, DON’T DO THAT!” 

The blonde yelped in surprise, moving instinctually to protect his ears at the sheer volume the man shouted, in turn losing his grip on his rope, quickly plummeting down to the ground below. Santa lunged forward with an outstretched hand as the boy slipped down the rope at a rapid speed, catching him before any real harm could be done. He semi slammed into the wall, clutching his hand to his chest as they did so before quickly unfurling their hand.

“Oh my prime! Kid- kid are you alright?” Santa said frantically checking over the boy he now held in his palm. 

Tommy shook his head, dizzy from the sudden force that had rammed into him only moments ago. He tried to steady himself grabbing, onto the nearest thing his hand could find as he begun to regain his bearings.

Oh he was going to ache tomorrow…

“As soon as the world stops spinning, yeah.”

Santa sighed in relief as Tommy allowed himself to regain focus. It was then that he really took note of where he was. 

Normally, if a Borrower was sitting in the hand of someone almost 100x his size, he would be kicking and screeching to get away. But this was Santa Claus’s hand and Tommy felt only wonder. 

It was like nothing he’d ever experienced before. The thing he had grabbed onto was apparently Santa’s thumb and it was almost as big as his head! Even if it was a bit weird sitting on the leathery texture of their skin, the warmth radiating beneath him was heavenly, and the way the man’s fingers curled slightly over him protectively felt nothing but comforting. 

Santa hadn’t moved since he caught Tommy mid air, and was staring at Tommy as if they would disappear. They seemed stuck on what to do next, but also amazed he was sitting there at all.

“You alright there big man?” Tommy raised a brow confused at why the man would act this way. Santa was literally made of magic and had flying reindeer for goodness sake! A borrower existing surely was no cause for such amazement? There were surely way more interesting magical things to see than a lowly Borrower like him. 

(But then again, he was a pretty poggers Borrower if he did so say that himself, so staring could be justified for that reason)

This finally snapped the old man out of their wondrous stupor, as they squinted their eyes open and shut with a quick shake of their head. 

“Uh yep. All good um. Let's- go sit down. Yeah- yeah, let's do that.” Santa said, confirming more to themself than Tommy.

Santa brought the boy protectively to their chest to brace them before they moved away from the book shelf, smoothly walking over to the couch where the old man sat down ever so slowly to not jostle their small passenger. The second they were bending down to sit though, Tommy was launching himself off Santa’s palm for his knee as the bearded man frantically tried to stop them in their escapade.

“Kid, would you stop doing that? You’re going to hurt yourself!”

“Pfft please. This is nothing compared to how I got down from that tree over there.” The boy grinned as they pointed to the far corner of the living room.

The man's head followed to where the boy was pointing, the Christmas tree displayed proudly in a large pot tied with a red bow, small lights flickering on and off in changing patterns.

“Tree? You mean the Christmas tree?”

“Yep!” Tommy stood proudly popping the p. “I had to get down somehow and my hook would have gotten stuck in amongst the branches if I had tried to abseil down. So I did what any logical Borrower would do and jumped.”

“You jumped?!” Santa’s eyes widened, as he looked back and forth between the boy and the top of the brightly decorated tree. He grimaced, imagining the boy throwing themselves from the upper branches like they had done only moments before onto his knee. 

What was with this kid and being so reckless?!

“You jumped from the top of the Christmas tree!? Why were you even there in the first place?”

Tommy rolled his eyes, crossing their arms in front of their chest. 

“It’s all that stupid Beans fault.”He huffed annoyed. “He just came waltzing into MY forest, decided to be very rude and put their grubby hands all over MY house wrapping it up in some ugly net, only to cut it down with me still in it!”

Tommy didn’t notice the way Santa’s brows furrowed and their expression changed to one of horror as he continued to ramble on.

“They literally kidnapped me, Santa! They’re so lucky that the main part of my house is under the tree’s trunk and not the higher branches because I swear I would have murdered that Bean in their sleep by now if they had!”

Tommy was very pleased to have finally gotten to vent some of his frustrations to someone other than his internal self, but now he was finished he had a good chance to register the other’s reaction.

Santa looked horrified.

His eyes seemed glossed over as if he was holding back tears, and one hand slapped over their mouth, the other gripping their wrist tightly in an attempt to ground themselves. 

Uh shit. He hadn’t meant for that to happen…

“Uh but don’t worry Santa!” Tommy was quick to add. “ I wouldn’t actually do that. That would be a bad thing to do and put me on the Naughty list! I promise I won’t actually murder anyone!” 

Phew, that was a close one. He couldn’t jeopardise his only hope with a silly joke!

Santas’ face had yet to change and Tommy subconsciously started to fidget feeling nervous to how the older was reacting. Maybe he had blown it and now he was on the naughty list. Another glance at the old man's face seemed to confirm those fears.

He’d blown it.

His one shot at survival and he practically threw it all away with a vent. No wonder he ended up all alone.

“Please don’t put me on the Naughty list Santa. I need my gift.” Tommy spoke timidly. “I didn’t mean it.”

“I- no. No you’re not on the Naughty list.” Santa dragged his hands over his eyes a few times strained. “I'm just trying to process. It’s more of the whole kidnapping thing. ” 

If Tommy had been paying better attention, he may have noticed the few stray brown curls poking out from under the man's hat, but he was more thrown by their following question as the magical man continued on.

“If you were in the tree, why didn’t you say anything?”

Tommy drew a deep breath, before sighing as the boy shoved his hands into his pockets.

“Because Santa, Beans aren’t supposed to know that Borrowers like me even exist.”

“Beans?”

“Human Beans Santa. You know, big people like you, but not magical and stuff.” The Borrower explained. “There’s no way I could tell the dumb Bean he was cutting my house down! Do you know what Beans do to Borrowers like me?” 

“Um no?” Santa fiddled with his hands as he looked away, eyes downcast to avoid the youngers gaze as they continued.

“They get rid of us. To them we’re just pests or things to be used.”

Tommy hugged himself tightly, anxiety pooling in his chest for the first time that night. He wished it wasn’t true, but Beans just held far too much power for their own good. Their greed often outweighing their need to do good without reward. 

“I’d rather risk jumping out of a tree than ever fall into the clutches of a Bean.” 

“But how do you know that?” Santa suddenly said, muscles tensing as they clenched their hand into fists. 

Tommy flinched at the sight of hands so close. Closed so tightly that he couldn’t help let slip the thought of himself in the mercy of their grasp, begging to be freed like all the stories had said of the Borrowers trapped in agonising pain. The man noticed his discomfort, and immediately loosened their fists, moving their hands away and under their thighs so as to not startle the boy any further than they already had.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” Santa said with a sense of guilt.  “But I just- How do you know that though? Who says that they would have hurt you if you had just made your presence known? You wouldn’t have had to jump or gotten hurt.”

Santa turned away sheepishly, whispering sadly. “They could have helped you.” 

Tommy swallowed hard, his shoulders sagging as he observed the sad look Santa had as they stared at the Christmas tree. It was obvious they were blaming themself for what had happened. He was far too kind for that.

“Santa, it’s not your fault.” the boy sighed, “Every borrower is taught this from birth. It’s a known fact that Beans are all cruel, power hungry beings. They always want more and just take, take, take.”  

“But what if this ‘Bean’ didn’t know.” Santa shot back, causing the Borrower to falter. “What if you had said something? They would have stopped and left you and your house alone? How do you know they wouldn’t have helped you?”

“Because Santa,” Tommy turned and faced the man head on. “That’s just how Beans are. To them, we're just another thing to take and control.” 

Tommy wanted to believe Santa, he really did, but it was hard to just ignore years of being brought up to beware Human Beans and their cruelty. He’d seen it even from when Beans had once come into the forest with their fire sticks, and took down a friendly deer. It was unnecessarily cruel and was all the convincing Tommy needed to deem all Humans bad.

Santa nodded sadly in some kind of understanding, but Tommy couldn’t understand why Santa looked so hurt. It wasn’t his fault the Bean took him and his home, but he seemed so convinced that hiding and not asking for help had been the wrong thing to do. 

He thought they were the same, that if Beans caught him on Christmas Eve, then something bad would happen to him like it would for Borrowers. That’s why they had to stay a secret. Why no one could know they were here. 

But Santa wasn’t a Borrower who lived in hiding unknown. The Beans knew about the jolly, present giving man that only appeared in December. 

He could live among the Beans and it would be fine if he asked for help. Everyone liked Santa. He didn’t take things just to survive. He gave toys and gifts so he would have no worries about the repercussions of taking a paperclip just to get around. He wouldn’t have to worry about Beans hurting him if something went wrong. He would just use his magic and be fine.

It was Santa’s choice to stay hidden as an extra precaution to protect that same magic. 

“But you’re different from the Beans Santa.” The boy perked up instantly remembering why he was doing this in the first place. “You only come out of hiding at Christmas and everyone knows who you are! You only hide to keep your magic safe from Beans so they can’t have that too!” 

The man gave a small smile as the boy continued to ramble, pacing back and forth on his thigh as he did so.

“But I don’t understand why you give children presents when they already have so much!” Tommy stopped, his lips pursed together as his voice dropped to a whisper.

“Unlike me.” He confessed quietly, lifting his head to meet Santa’s sympathetic gaze. 

Santa was staring at the young boy again, leaned forward in concern listening as the blonde  continued to share his story.

“It's why I need my gift Santa.” Tommy wringed his hands together with a nervous glance to see Santa’s reaction who nodded in approval, gesturing for him to continue. 

Tommy steadied himself.

Now or never.

“I was brought here with basically nothing. Forced to move into the Beans walls or risk being seen. I’ve barely been able to get anything for basic survival and the walls are freezing!” 

Tommy shivered remembering the way the air had nipped at his nose as he struggled to keep warm. Clutching himself tightly in a poor attempt to retain any kind of body heat. The one time he went up stairs without his coat and of course he gets kidnapped.

He needed this. 

More than anything.

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Wilbur had just wanted to have the perfect Christmas.

It was his first time hosting and had decided he HAD to go all out.

More decorations than his little house needed both inside and out, homemade hot chocolate from scratch and had promised his Father and brother a very special Christmas surprise if they let him host.

Their first ever living Christmas tree and a surprise visit from the Big man himself- Santa Claus.

He’d done a bunch or research into the best spots to go where he could get a tree and quickly had been recommended from several sites about the fir trees in Logstedshire, and quickly made the trip out to find a tree.

What the websites failed to mention, was that said fir trees might be inhabited and the home of tiny people that are terrified of Human Beings. 

So if you asked: No, Wilbur was not having a good night realising he had kidnapped a child that was deathly afraid of him and only okay right now because he thought he was the real Santa Claus. 

In a way, it was a good thing the kid hadn’t realised yet, because if Wilbur had never dressed up in this silly costume, he probably would have never known about the child freezing to death in his walls.

The child was so cold despite their lively spirit when he’d caught them after they launched themself off the top of the shelf. The fact it wasn’t the first time they’d thrown themself from such a height made Wilbur sick knowing had they not been lucky, could very well not have made the long fall. But the fact the kid had been struggling, terrified and afraid in his walls when he could have helped had the guilt eating him away as the boy rambled on.

They were so sure of themselves with the cruelty of humanity too that they had him so on edge. If the blonde knew he was really the guy that had cut his tree down, he very much doubted they would be this enthusiastic. He was talking about how much he needed his gift- the gift he still had no clue what it was, but just hearing the little blondes tale, and seeing how thin his clothes were had Wilbur making a very long list of things he needed to get to help the kid out. 

A kid which he still doesn’t know the name of.

The boy's eyes had brightened, as he bounded up and down on the balls of his feet eagerly, talking about what this gift would mean for him. He was actually quite endearing despite their seemingly dire situation.

“If I tell you my gift, then you can give it to me now and I’ll actually have a chance to survive the Winter!” He explained excitedly, grining.

Wilbur pushed down his anxiousness for the boys well-being. They had already suffered enough from his mistakes. He didn’t want them to suffer any longer than they had by them accidentally discovering the truth.

“What’s your name kid?” Wilbur mentally slapped himself  that he hadn’t asked sooner.

The tiny boy chuckled to himself as they crossed their arms. “Oh come on Santa, you know my name don’t you? You have a list with every child's name on it.”

Ah- right. Santa did have that Naughty and Nice list didn’t he? Curse Santa for having to live up to magical standards.

“Uh- I came here in such a rush, I um- ah must have left my list back at the North Pole.”

“So?” The boy argued, raising a brow. “You’re magic. Don’t you just know?”

Did he say endearing earlier? How about difficult for making him use his brain at 9pm at night. (Shut up. Don’t judge him for it)

“Well you know there’s like 2 Billion kids in this world and I see them all in one night. You don’t expect me to remember every name without my list do you?”

The kid hadn’t seemed to account for this, and thought it over before shrugging in agreement. 

Oh thank goodness for kids being young and naive. 

“I guess that’s fair. But you’ve got a s*** memory in that case Big Man. Getting old.” 

Actually, make that an annoying gremlin.

“I think if someone wants their present, they should be more careful about insulting their elders.” Wilbur teased with a chuckle. The boy rolled his eyes with a groan. 

Okay, an endearing gremlin then.

“Fiiiiiiiiine.” they drawled letting their arms drop to their sides before extending their hand up in greeting. “The name’s Tommy.”

Wilbur carefully lifted his arm up and slowly extended his pinky finger out for the boy to take in an oversized handshake. 

“Nice to meet you Tommy.” His finger dwarfed the boy entirely, his pinky finger only slightly shorter than the boy's total height, but nevertheless, Tommy took the tip and shook it lightly.

“Now, why don’t you sit down and tell me what it is you’d like for Christmas?”

Wilbur couldn’t help but smile at the little boy excitedly sharing in exact detail what he wanted. What the Borrower wanted wasn’t even that difficult to get, and he knew exactly where to find it. Tommy continued to ramble on for a bit longer about what he had been doing since coming here and Wilbur made mental notes of the few places where Tommy talked about entrances in out of the walls for future reference.

He was going to have to look out for Tommy from now on and if he wanted a shred of hope in getting him to trust him as Wilbur, he was going to need a plan.

“So could I have my gift now? I would really love it now and you still have a lot of other houses to visit tonight right?” Tommy asked innocently.

Wilbur really didn’t want to stop talking to Tommy. Tommy trusted the magical Santa Claus; not regular Human Being Wilbur Soot. He knew that if he let Tommy go now, it was unlikely he would see the kid again, but if he didn’t leave as Santa now, they would most likely get suspicious, realising he was a fake and panic. 

Wilbur sighed as he brushed a stray hair of fake beard from under his cheek.

“I- yeah I guess so. Best get you to bed then too.” 

“Awwww but I’m not sleepy yet!” The blonde pouted. “This is normally when I’m awake so it would be a crime to make me sleep now.”

“Well good little girls and boys go to bed when they’re told if they want to stay on the nice list.”

“You’re not the boss of me!” Tommy stuck his tongue out in defiance and Wilbur had to bite his to stop himself from bursting out loud laughing. 

This kid was going to be the death of him he swears.

Wilbur extended his hand to the Borrower, keeping it steady as he waited for Tommy to climb on. He’s still a little huffy at first realising there was no room for argument, but climbs on anyway, sitting down in the middle of Wilbur’s palm bracing themself before he moves.

The brunette curls his fingers over the boy slightly, bringing his hand to his chest protectively. He tries not to linger too long at how it felt to hold an entire person in one hand for the second time tonight before moving to stand. 

Steadily, Wilbur makes his way over to the book shelf and cautiously raises his hand up for Tommy to climb off of. He sets his hand down on the wooden surface and Tommy takes no time in hoping off to stand, waiting expectantly for his promised present.  

“Okay I need you to close your eyes just for a second.” Wilbur asks the boy who quickly covers his eyes with his hands, only to peak out from behind his fingers seconds later.

“I mean it Tommy. Keep them closed.”

“Ugggghhhhh Fineee!” the boy said huffing, but relented nevertheless. 

Wilbur quickly whirled around and crouched down beneath the Christmas tree, snagging a gift from the floor and hastily tearing the gift tag labelled- Technoblade; from the gift before setting it next to the small borrower child. 

“Okay, you can open your eyes now.” 

Tommy removed his hands and squealed in delight, quickly reaching down to hug the gift. 

“Oh thank you Santa! You really are the most poggers man ever!!!” Tommy spoke rapidly, smiling so much his cheeks hurt. “Well after me of course, but only by a little bit!” 

Wilbur chuckled as he gazed affectionately at the blonde hunched over the brightly wrapped gift. “You’re welcome Tommy. I’m glad you like it.”

The boy quickly stood, and started hauling the gift to the crack in the wall, as they tried to shove the gift through. Unfortunately while the crack had been enough for Tommy to squeeze through, it wasn’t quite wide enough to let the present go in without getting a tad scrunched up and paper torn. 

“Um, Tommy? Is there perhaps a bigger entrance I could take this too?” Wilbur suggested, cringing slightly as the boy gave another hard shove on the gift, intent on getting it through no matter what.

“It’ll fit. Just gotta keep pushing it in.” 

After a few more attempts, the boy did in fact give up and relented their efforts allowing Wilbur to pull the now crumpled present back out from the crack, instructing him to take it to the kitchen and place it behind the toaster, assuring him he would get it before the Bean woke up explaining how the electrical socket actually came off as a secret entrance.

He offered to take Tommy over to it too, but the stubborn boy refused, insisting that he had done enough and needed to hurry up and deliver presents to the other children before the night was over.

Taking one more long look at the boy, Wilbur watched as Tommy disappeared through the crack into the walls, the sound of tiny footsteps pitter pattering away before Wilbur himself quietly crept back to his room before he removed the Santa costume and flopped down onto his bed. 

He’d just met a tiny child.

A tiny child trying to survive in his walls.

That was deathly afraid of him.

Quickly Wilbur shot up from his bed snatching his phone from the night stand; a plan forming in his mind. The screen read 9:31 pm before he hastily unlocked it and dove into his contacts, quickly stopping on a profile of a girl with light pink hair, dialling their number shortly after.

The phone rang twice before a woman answered on the other end.

“Hello?”

“Niki? Hey! How’s the holidays going?” Wilbur asked as he grabbed his coat and gloves from the wardrobe.

“So I need a favour…”

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Tommy awoke warm for the first time that week.

He opened his eyes blearily, almost willing himself to fall back into dream land before his eyes snapped fully open. Tommy rubbed his eyes a few times, eyes going wide trying to comprehend that this was real and not just a dream as the thoughts of the previous night played through his head.

He was in his Christmas present: A brand new pair of bright red, fluffy woollen socks- the most perfect bed ever and exactly what Tommy had asked for. He had basically run to get his gift as fast as possible, before hauling it back through the walls to a space close by the bookshelf; the space seemingly much more homely after last night's introductions. 

He hugged the woollen fabric tightly, smiling as he remembered the soft smile Santa had as he watched him go and how kind and gentle he had been with him the entire time.

The Borrower was so pleased and grateful that he had been able to meet the Santa Claus, and would cherish the magical night forever.

He stayed snuggled in his new bed for a little while longer before his stomach grumbled in protest that he should go and have something to eat. Albeit a little grumbly, his hunger eventually won out and Tommy made his way through the walls back to the kitchen so he could gather some food before the Bean woke up.

Stealthily, he removed the electrical socket, expecting to make it a quick supply run; stepping out into the open before freezing in surprise.

Laid out in a neat pile behind the toaster was a small stack of brightly wrapped gifts all wrapped in different coloured and patterned paper, and right in the middle, an envelope with his name written in gold cursive. Tommy smiled brightly, as he eagerly ran forward to the awaiting stack of gifts, quickly grabbing a gift reading the label. 

To: Tommy From: Santa

Tommy denies that he cried that day. 

That he took each gift home and opened each one oh so delicately, afraid if he didn’t they might just disappear, happy tears trailing down his cheek as he opened a gift revealing a beautiful, blue knitted sweater- and in just his size. 

His tears didn’t cease as he opened the other gifts revealing several new pairs of warm winter clothes, new rope and hooks for climbing, some tea candles with a tiny piece of flint and steel to light them, and the tiniest iced cookies he had ever seen. He could actually hold this in one hand like humans did and he had a whole bag of them!!! His prayers had been answered and he couldn’t be more thankful.

Soon, the only thing that remained was the envelope.

He dried his face as best he could, doing his best to not smear any tears or snot onto the pristine surface as he opened the envelope, revealing a card with a picture of glitter candy canes decorating the front. 

Settled back into his new bed, Tommy opened the card and read the message inside.

Dear Tommy, It was lovely meeting you and getting to know your story. I figured you might  like some extra gifts as well to help you be more comfortable in Wilbur’s walls. I think you should try talking to him.  You might be surprised. Sincerely, Santa Claus

P.S- He’s not as scary as you think.

Tommy’s smile became puzzled as he reread the last few lines.

Who the heck was Wilbur?

Was that the name of the Bean that lived here?

Oh come on, that's not fair! How come Santa knew Wilbur’s name but not his!

He grumbled a little bit at the thought, but his mind kept drawing back to the last line of the card.

‘He’s not as scary as you think.’

“Hmpf, you keep saying that.” Tommy grumbled. 

What was with Santa’s insistence on this?

As much as he wanted to be annoyed at Santa for putting forward such a ridiculous idea, Tommy decided to drag himself out of bed and to the book shelf crack. The Bean had gotten up not long after Tommy had made it back to his new home, but he’d been a tad too distracted to really care about how slow and heavy they had been trudging about this morning unlike their usually poised self.

Currently, said Bean was sitting on the couch, the exact same spot he and Santa had been last night, absentmindedly staring at his hand.

How could Santa think this guy was any good? They had kidnapped him unknowingly, almost let him die from hypothermia unknowingly, destroyed the top of his home unknowingly and Santa still thinks they won’t hurt him?

Okay so maybe it wasn’t their fault all those things happened just because they didn’t know he was there, but that doesn’t mean they’re not still very capable of hurting him for having to do all those things. But then again, Santa knew who was naughty or nice. And he wouldn’t ask him to do something that would endanger his safety if this ‘Wilbur’ guy wasn’t a good person right?

Tommy observed the Bean a little longer, as they ran their thumb over their palm. Their normally neat curly hair was all over the place and he could have sworn there were black bags under their eyes from lack of sleep. They suddenly turned their head and were staring straight at his crack by the book shelf. The Borrower was certain they couldn’t see him from the couch, but ducked back just slightly in case.

The Bean simply sighed as a small smile graced their features. Tommy was right about the black bags. Bean did not look like they had slept at all. 

He thought back to what Santa had said. 

I think you should try talking to him.

They certainly didn’t seem dangerous. Maybe they really weren’t bad like the Jolly man said?

But was it really worth taking the risk and talking to this guy?

Before he could dwell on it for much longer, the door bell sounded and Wilbur snapped his head to the sound before standing and stretching; their limbs popping and cracking slightly from their limited use. Before he left the living room, the man stopped and stared at his crack once more. Tommy didn’t dare breathe as they simply smiled and shook their head, before exiting and headed towards the front door.

Tommy allowed himself to exhale as the sound of footsteps got further away.

“Weirdo.” Tommy muttered to himself as he pushed himself back from the crack and began to head back to his bed for a well deserved rest.

He’d think about what Santa said, and just maybe he’d talk to this- Wilbur. If not, he hoped he'd meet Santa again so he could thank them in person.

Once he was back in his bed, Tommy quickly slipped in snuggling down, allowing himself to drift off to the chatter of beings much larger than himself from beyond the walls.

“Wil! So good to see you! It’s been ages!”

“Hi Dad, thanks for letting me host. I’m so glad you and Techno could make it!

“So are we, but you look like shit mate. Up late again? Wouldn't be related to that surprise you were telling us about?”

“You could say that…” 

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Tommy never did meet Santa Claus again.

The card proudly on display in his new home, a secret hope he would one day and a constant reminder of what Santa had asked him to try.

And maybe one day, Tommy would finally take up the old man's advice and go and speak to Wilbur, and discover perhaps they may have been right.

Maybe then he’d finally have a friend to keep him warm during the holiday seasons and to rely on like he had wished. 

One that seemed to always know just what he needed despite never telling them, and was very insistent about never wearing Santa costumes.

No matter how many times a little boy begged….

 ˗ ˏ ˋ ★ˎˊ ˗   ༺𝓜𝓮𝓻𝓻𝔂༻༺𝓒𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓶𝓪𝓼༻  ˗ ˏ ˋ ★ˎˊ ˗  

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That was a lot of words....

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING TO THE END! I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing it and it means a lot you read all the way through <3

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And cue rant: Honestly you guys have no idea just how much you all mean to me an in this community and the impact you've had on me in the last year alone. I could not be more thankful for being apart of this and getting to know you guys. Getting so back into writing has been really good for me and rekindled something I love so I can't thank you enough.

And even though I know I've been a little quieter online, I'm still here lurking about and working on projects. A lot has happened in the last few months alone and I'm quite happy that I'm limiting myself to be a bit more healthier with my online habits.

Anyways thanks so much if you read this far!

Thanks to my Beta readers @a-xyz-s squishy and munchkin for reading this for me, and I wish you all a very safe and wonderful Christmas and a Happy New Year!

-Beckyu ❤️

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[munchkin1156]

New au infodump?

Dystopian au go brr

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck.

. . .

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

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

Taglist under cut: (it’s not long, tell me if you want to be added :])

@i-am-beckyu, @brick-a-doodle-do

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[guppybubbles]

Fake fic title:

And the phone keeps ringing and ringing and ringing...

hey... hey... how yall doing.. *awkwardly walks in* (realised i never posted the other fic titles even though i had already written them)

Wilbur is 100% sure this apartment is haunted. Great. His first taste of independence after moving out of his parents' house and pursuing a career in music, he gets haunted.

At first, he thought he was simply just misplacing things. Though stuff was falling off of shelves when his back is turned, whenever he places something down, it disappears after he turns around for one second and there would be random noises in the walls in the middle of the night. When he gets out of bed to investigate the sound, he finds nothing.

His friends came to visit just to see how Wilbur's been holding up in his new home, though it became a problem after Jack's phone went missing and no matter how much they called the phone and turned the apartment upside down. It was never found. Wilbur apologised and promised to give Jack his phone if ever he found it.

A week has passed, and Wilbur has completely forgotten about it until he receives a phone call from Jack. "Hello? Jack..?"

There was silence for a moment. "I can see youuu." It was a whisper of a voice he didn't know. The voice sounded like a kid, young and playful.

Prank callers. Someone stole Jack's phone and is messing with people. The call ended before Wilbur could reply.

Tommy giggled. Finally, he knew how to use the contacts feature! The borrower found Wilbur's reaction so funny. Maybe he should keep calling…

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[dingbatnix]

Tank

I had an idea like last minute before bed and stayed up way, wayyyy to late to get it all down. Anyway, enjoy!

Dream had been kicked out of his colony

He knew he could be a bit of a prick sometimes, and sometimes he got too lost in the moment and went overboard, but he couldn't help it!

His higher thought would go on the back burner, and he'd just be in the moment.

He knew he deserved to be kicked out, though. It was his fault the kid was dead, after all.

He'd just been teasing the teenager a little bit, and maybe he went to far, kept at it for too many weeks

But one day the kid had just ran off

Next he knew, they were getting news that the teen had been snatched up by one of the humans living in the apartment complex, and that the colony had to move.

Not Dream, though. He was forced to stay, because it was his fault the kid had run off, and his death was on Dream's hands.

The colony didn't want a murderer in their midst, even if it was an unintentional one

Dream could survive just fine on his own, of course, but the loneliness was drowning him in a cesspit of regret and loathing and the longing for any sort of company.

He just wished that he had somebody to talk to.

°°°°°°

So when Tommy hears his human, Wilbur, shout out, 'gotcha,' and a small, terrified scream, you know he's running in the bean's direction

He's not afraid of Wilbur hurting the other borrower

But he doesn't want the new guy to have a heart attack

When he gets to the kitchen, he tells Wilbur to let him say hello

But when he sees who the human's holding, his body shuts down

It's Dream, the man who tormented him for months

The bastard had made Tommy want to die, and eventually the teen had run off and been caught by Wilbur, who was pretty good, for a human

Tommy freaks, and Dream is both terrified of the bean and amazed that Tommy's still alive

But Tommy tells Wilbur that, 'that's the guy that–that messed with my head, I don't, keep him away! Lock him up or something"

So Wilbur puts Dream in a terrarium

Where Tommy convinces Wilbur that Dream's an absolute bastard and would kill them both if he had the chance

So Wilbur grows contemptful of Dream and hates him for what Tommy told him he did

So he kinda sorta neglects the other borrower

So Dream is a little more than starved, and definitely stuck in the tank

And he grows much weaker than he was

It doesn't take long for a borrower to grow weak from starvation

Less than the human standard of three weeks, but more than the mouse standard of two days

About a week, probably

Wilbur still puts food in the tank for him, of course

But sometimes he's away for trips

One such trip he can't bring Tommy with him (he usually does, cause he doesn’t want to leave the teen alone with Dream)

So he leaves him at his apartment

He forgets to leave enough food in the tank for Dream though, in the rush to leave

And his trip will take about two weeks

Sometimes Tommy will come by to gloat and just talk to Dream during this span of time

And he does notice that Dream seems to be getting thinner and weaker

But he doesn't think much of it until the day that he finds Dream slumped on the ground of the tank, against the glass wall, breathing weakly

He asks what's wrong, because despite his hate for the man, he isn't cruel, doesn't want to actually hurt him

So Dream avoids the question by telling the teen that he's sorry for what he did to him

That he didn't mean to go so far, but sometimes he just lost himself in the actions and forgot basic decency, that it was entirely Dream's fault and he doesn't want the teen to think any of it was his own fault

And Tommy asks him why now, why apologize now, you could've done that weeks ago

And Dream tells Tommy that he's going to die, that he only has two, maybe one day left.

And Tommy freaks out, really looking at the man closely

The other borrower is stick thin, and his clothes are so baggy on him they look like they might fall off at any moment

Tommy demands to know what's going on, so Dream wearily tells the teen that he was starving to death. That the human (Wilbur) hadn't left him anything to eat like he usually would before he left on his long trip

With a horrifying realization, Tommy understood

That was five days ago. Dream hadn't eaten in five days. That was practically a death sentence for a borrower, because once you went past that half week mark, you would probably be too weak to scavenge for food.

That's why they lived in colonies, as double insurance to stay alive and could provide help if someone needed it.

He tries to get the older borrower to say anything else, but he had evidently passed out

Panicking, Tommy scaled down the table, across the living room into the kitchen, and up the counter to a spread of non-perishables like crackers that Wilbur left out for him

Grabs one, and makes his way all the way back to the tank. It doesn't take him long to climb into the tank, the lid is open and his hook line makes it easy

He drops down inside, pulling in his hook with him and runs his way over to Dream

He can't let the other borrower die

He just can't, especially when the man’s supposed last words wore an apology to Tommy

Tommy tries to get Dream to eat the cracker chunks he brought, but the man is practically unresponsive

It takes a thin cracker-water mash (he'd had the water in a tiny flask he carried in his bag, some tinfoil mad a bowl) to bring motion to Dream, who's eyes flicker open to land on Tommy, then the cracker-water

He turns his head away, telling Tommy not to bother

But the teen convinces Dream to eat more of it until Dream turns away again, this time telling Tommy that he'll get really sick if he eats anything more

Tommy doesn't like it, cause Dream hardly ate anything, but acquiesces nonetheless

For the rest of the week, until Wilbur comes back, Tommy brings Dream food several times a day

Dream gets better, during this time, but he's still way too thin under his clothes and still can't walk very far

When Wilbur gets back Tommy tells him to let Dream go

He has realized that what he had been doing to Dream (by proxy of Wilbur) was wrong, and that he can't do that to the man anymore

Wilbur, meanwhile, feels awful about forgetting to leave Dream any food before he left and nearly killing him

He does as Tommy says, and lets Dream down next to a wall exit

Dream stumbles through it, and while both borrower and bean are worried about the state of the other borrower when he left, the obvious desire to get away from both of them was plain in Dream’s voice and posture

It's not even four days later that Tommy finds Dream collapsed in one of the many walkways inside of the walls, looking worse than he did when he was let go

He tries to wake the older borrower up, but nothing he does works

Dream looks thin again, too which scares Tommy

Taglist that I forgor:

He drags to taller man out to Wilbur, who immediately tries to wake Dream up as well, no dice

They make a thin broth for the comatose borrower, and Tommy carefully pours a little bit into Dream's mouth (presently aware of what Dream had told him was 'refeeding syndrome,' during the week that Tommy had been bringing him food (a human term) hoping to rejuvenate the man a little

It doesn't, but Wilbur tells him to give Dream a little more in about fifteen minutes, and, "how fast are your metabolism, Tommy?"

Tommy doesn't know, but after about an hour Dream rouses a little bit

He freaks, at first, seeing Tommy and, more importantly, Wilbur again

But they both explain what happened.

Tommy tells Dream that he can't leave until he's back to one hundred percent again, so he won't die, and Wilbur agrees

"You're not—" Dream winces uncertainly, baring his teeth in a fearful grimace. "You're not going to stick me back in the tank, a—are you?"

They don't, and they let Dream recover all of his strength after several months

They bond over that time, and Tommy forgives Dream

Dream loses the majority of his fear of Wilbur, too, along the way, and they grow to be good acquaintances

If Dream ever starts to go to far with anything he says or does, a heavy word or a parting hand from a human—Wilbur—will easily snap Dream back into reality

While the older borrower is a bit reclusive, he hangs out quite a lot with Tommy and, to a lesser extent, Wilbur (even though the human still scares him sometimes).

He was very social, after all, before he got kicked out of his colony

@i-am-beckyu @brick-a-doodle-do @kayla-crazy-stuffs

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[mysterious-gizem]

𝚄𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙴𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛

Warning/s: (???)

Prompt given by: @da3dm

Taglist: @gt-mcyt, @coolest-moon.

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Tommy proudly came home from his little haul, he placed his findings on the ground and inspected every item—A decent amount of clean fabric, and even a few fruits—He thanked the gods he lived on the outer part of the city, so he could forage for food on the plants.

(He misses the food humans made though-)

He sat down in content, having already eaten on his outing. He quickly fixed up his area and snuggled underneath his covers for warmth, the night was spent with eerie silence, yet nonetheless, the borrower slept comfortably that night.

As the sun rose, rays of light beamed down onto the rundown streets of the once-populated city—it was still fairly populated, just not with the living—The borrower still slept soundly in the walls of one of the apartment buildings, Tommy was not a light sleeper in any way; that's when his instincts kick in and warn him if anything happens while he's sleeping.

His eyes blinked open, as he let out a groan while rolling out of bed. The blond grabbed his satchel and his items; he was planning to go to the inner city, risky yet necessary.

The young blond began to head out of his little cavern, he peeked out of the semi-opened window, and saw vast empty streets; he hurriedly started to run across the empty streets, still hiding under objects in case of any unexpected interactions, he knew better than to expect the streets were going to be this empty along the way.

He passed by a few of those mindless creatures, luckily none seemed to pick up on his scent; which was their most highly sensitive sense. As he neared the core of the city, groans became more apparent to his ears.

Tommy could do this! He was a big man, never mind that he was trembling.

Tommy dashed across the streets, nearly getting stepped on in the process; the blond yelped as he almost tripped over a tiny pebble. As he quickly regained his stature he spotted a store not too far away, the blond grinned widely as he began to sprint towards the store. The door was slightly ajar which worked in the blond's favor.

He rushed inside and he was instantly met with rows and rows of looming shelves, albeit it was a bit messy; it seemed that there was still edible food on the shelves. He immediately started to search for crisps; one of the few human foods he had the luxury of tasting, he eventually found the aisle that kept the junk foods.

The teen was practically drooling at the sight as he spotted one of the few crisps he tasted before. The borrower; despite his small stature, was strong enough to carry the lightweight bag back to his home, he however chose to open one of them to munch on.

His taste buds practically melted as the taste brought him nostalgia, he cherished the moment as he got lost in the taste. The blond kept scarfing down the food, as the teen continued with his actions; he was completely oblivious to the door creaking open.

He was snapped out of his trance as he heard a loud grumbling groan looming over him, he was met with the grueling face of the creature; the borrower screamed in terror as he tried scrambling away falling off the shelf in the process. The creature stumbled about, chasing the borrower knocking over the shelves, chaos brewed as the blond dodged objects.

His heart pounded in his chest, the rush of adrenaline pushing him to run faster and faster. He barely grasped the fact he ran face-first at a wall, he scrambled to the sides; not realizing he backed himself into a corner.

He turned around, registering that a shelf had fallen atop the mindless creature, it hissed and growled as it slowly broke itself free. Other shelves and various items blocked his way, he wasn't in great shape to climb any of them as well, that's when it dawned on him.

Shit...

He's done for.

His eyes watched intently as it wiggled itself out of its awkward position, the blond took a shaky breath; the entity roared as it reached out an arm, the sudden act forced him to instinctively shut his eyes and prepare for the worst. His ears felt like it was about to burst; all he could hear was loud ringing.

And then nothing.

He tried grasping onto the wall behind him, but his hold faltered as he dropped to his knees. The borrower trembled as he sensed a shadow loom over his wobbly frame. Incoherent words made their way to his ears, words that boomed, so much so that it sounded cold and terrifying.

Their words blurred together until he was met with a huge hulk of a man with a terrifying boar mask. His voice returned to him as he started spewing out curses or sentences like 'get the hell away from me!' The teen was nothing short of frantic as suddenly another figure came into vision, the new person was shorter than the man with a boar mask but was still significantly taller than him.

That didn't stop him from swatting and cursing at them until the man with golden locks like him spoke in a deep yet loving tone.

"Hey mate, we're not gonna do anything, but you look pretty shaken up-" The taller was cut off by the borrower's bold mouth. "Oi just back off man, I can take care of myself!" He retorted and stubbornly flipped him off.

"We still have to take these supplies back to our base, how about you think about it?" As the teen turned back around the two men already sheathed their weapons and began grabbing items, he wanted to protest as he watched them take away mostly all the food, yet his mouth snapped shut.

Was it that bad if he decided to go with them?

He was lost in thought until the familiar voice asked again, "Hey kid we're leaving, you sure you don't wanna come with us?" He was met with silence as Tommy blankly stared up at him. The man sighed as he turned to walk away.

He came to an abrupt stop as he heard the borrower's voice, now sounding smaller and rather...weak.

"Wait..."

"I'll come with you."

#g/t #giant/tiny #gt #mcyt gt #mcyt g/t #writing #dsmp g/t #giant!philza #g!philza #giant!techno #g!techno #t!tommy #tiny!tommy #request #borrower!tommy

[arc852]

tommy and grian dialogue prompt "how did you even get here!?" "so you see i follo-" "nevermind!"

 Thank you for the prompt! I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Fear and guilt

Word Count: 462

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 “How did you even get here!?” 

 “So, you see, I follo-”

 “Nevermind!” Grian whisper-shouted, grabbing Tommy and pulling him more behind the toaster with him. He also covered his mouth for good measure. Just in time too, as the human came into the kitchen at that exact moment. He looked in the fridge for a few moments, grabbing something Grian couldn’t quite make out, before leaving back to the living room.

 Grian sighed when the coast was clear and released Tommy. He gave the young borrower a stern look. “I told you to stay back at the colony, Thomas. It’s dangerous to be out here in the middle of the day!”

 At his words, Tommy glared right back. “Then why are you out here now, huh? If it’s so dangerous?”

 Grian’s face heated up, suddenly becoming flustered. Yes, technically he shouldn’t be out at this time of day either, but he didn’t really want Tommy to know that. “I-well, I…I’m an adult and I know the dangers.” Grian decided to say, though even to him it didn’t sound like a very good excuse.

 “That’s a s*** excuse.” Tommy said and yeah, that’s fair.

 “Look, Tommy.” Grian started, holding Tommy by the shoulders. “It’s one thing to put myself in danger but I can’t have you in danger too. What would your brother do if something happened to you?”

 Tommy wilted at that, feeling guilty about being where he shouldn’t when thinking about his older brother. But then Tommy looked Grian in the eyes, a stern look that mirrored Grian’s in them. “What about your siblings then, huh?”

 Grian blinked and thought of Pearl and Jimmy. They could take care of themselves, he knew they could. But Grian also couldn’t help but feel guilty at the thought of something happening to himself and leaving them all alone. He sighed, dropping his arms from Tommy’s shoulders. “You’re right. How about we both head back then.” Tommy gave a grin, looking a bit too smug. Grian rolled his eyes but turned towards the wall to head toward their hidden entrance.

 He heard Tommy start to follow but then a sharp gasp from the young borrower caught his attention. Before he could even turn his head to see what Tommy was reacting to, a large shadow fell over the both of them and Grian’s breath hitched. 

 Slowly, he turned around, looking up and up at the human who had just spotted them. 

 “Well, hello there.” The human spoke, shocked, confused, and worst of all, curious. Tommy backed up into Grian and Grian held onto him tightly. Part of him wanted to book it but the more logical part of his brain knew they would never make it.

 They were trapped and it was all Grian’s fault.

#g/t #giant/tiny #mcyt g/t #borrowers #au #borrower!tommy #borrower!grian #mentioned borrower!pearl #mentioned borrower!jimmy #human!scar #it wasn't really clear but the human is supposed to be scar #ficlet #unedited #prompt

[baka-monarch]

Remember the whole invisibility potion stuff with c!Tommy?

Okay so like

Borrower Tommy who was like completely dependent on Wilbur and Wilbur was his only company and he never socialized with anyone else and never got the chance to do anything that Wilbur wasn't doing with him

And then Wilbur dies

They lived in an apartment complex though so Tommy can just live in the walls like a normal borrower right?

Well

He's really really lonely, and he's found ways to watch the humans in the apartments there and basically stalk people without even being noticed

He knows he can't show himself to them

But it's nice to be with someone and pretend you're a part of their life

It's at least better than being completely alone

And he becomes addicted to just laying in his hidden places and watching the humans-

In itself it's not that bad, but he's forgetting to go borrowing, forgetting to go home, forgetting to eat and move

He just wants to be with someone

Anyone

#mcyt g/t #mcytg/t #tw starvation #tiny!tommy #borrower!tommy #lonely au

[nox-box-corner]

Hello! I'm still here, and no I don't have any fic's right now :( but I do have more pictures! :>

This picture was inspired by a comment on one of my Dino dream post! Dream and his friends

If u remember my Wolf shifter dream Au then you'll remember him!

And here is mouse borrower tommy! He's also apart of the wolf shifter dream au

And as a treat here is borrower tommy who got caught by dream :)

I have no ideas right now, if any of you have Fic or drawing ideas I'll be happy to do them! Any Au of mine is fine too!

#mcyt g/t #giant!dream #tiny!tommy #wolf!dream #borrower!tommy #dinosaurs roam #dinosaur!dream au #dinosaur!tommy #dinosaur!bbh #dinosaur!quackity #dinosaur!george #dinosaur!dream

[etheravie]

Vulnerability

Chapter 1: Marooned

       He winced internally at the look that he was given. "What was the first thing I said?"        "Um... that you don't borrow from bitties?"        The blonde's gaze fixated on the piebald in what looked to be judgement before again the borrower began walking to the door. Another strange surge of adrenaline thrummed through Ranboo's veins. "Wait!"        The borrower didn't turn around. He raised himself on his feet again and on his tip toes to attempt to peer out through the window placed atop the door. "Sorry, Boob Boy, but I can't chat. I've got things to do and places to be."        Ranboo sputtered. "That's not my name."        "I know, but it sounds close enough."        "Okay then... what's your name?"        The sentence seemed to take the other by surprise. "Why the fuck do you want to know mine?"        Ranboo looked away, feeling a heatwave of embarrassment flare more than the temperature. "Because it's... uh... unfair that you know my name and I don't know yours."        Another chortle came from the blonde. He turned briefly to Ranboo after opening the door, speaking, "That's a shit point, but it's Tommy."

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       When he awoke into consciousness, the first thing he registered was his person being poked at. This wasn't anything out of the unusual; very normal, in fact, however somewhat disappointing. Being able to sleep in at his own accord instead of being the one woken up had its pros and cons. One of the latter was more than likely getting less sleep than usual, depending on how late they slept in that day. One of the pros being that he could be the one to awaken Techno.        "Come on, Ranboo. I know you're awake. I'm not going to poke you all mornin'."        "Then don't," the half-and-half huffed. He turned over and onto his side, inhaling the scent of the morning with bliss invading his senses before releasing a soft sigh. The bitty pulled up the duvet closer to his shoulders, bunching it up in his fists so it wouldn't be taken away. "Just a few more minutes."        "Bruuuh."        Ranboo said through a yawn, "Hey—you always wake me up. There's nothing wrong in sleeping in."        Slowly, he cracked his eyes open and pulled the blanket closer to him to help shield his vision. It was useless, however, as the giant shadow looming above his home refused to move. The lure of warmth and comfort was enough to not ask him to move so he could enjoy the sunlight.        It was his downfall. Techno, spotting this subtle action, had taken this as his cue to move so he was sitting to the right of the little house. The beams of light shot through the home's window and directly into the bitty's eyes. In reply, Ranboo shouted a protest that was muffled by the covers. He had turned to lie on his back, his eyes covered by the cotton-filled pillow. "My eyes!"        "Are you ready to wake up now? I'm hungry for some waffles," said Techno in a monotone voice that had yet to change. He began to run his fingers through his hair, straightening out the tangles and knots that had embedded themselves stubbornly within the long, pink strands. The motion cast a slight silhouette against the wall of the bitty's room.        Ranboo slowly turned to his side. An ice white arm freckled with that of the opposite color shielded his eyes to better help him adjust to the light. He pouted when Techno's face was spotted not too far away from the window, a grin planted on the bean's face. "Mornin'."        Ranboo's greeting of return was a strand of incoherent mumbling as he turned his head again to the pillow. One of his legs had draped over the edge of the little bed, and his socked foot kicked at Techno's finger when he sensed it near, eliciting a snicker from the pinkette who admitted defeat. "Alright, alright. I'll come back for you in twenty."        "M'kay..." the bitty mumbled. Another large yawn left his mouth, but not before Techno moved from his place. What little trickles of light had yet to make itself present burst into the room, blossoming and causing Ranboo to squint. Luckily, his vision was beginning to adjust. Slowly but surely.        The click of a door sounded once Ranboo managed to swing both of his legs across and over the edge of the bed. The room was encompassed in silence save for the white noise of the shower that the bitty had soon started for himself. Being greeted to liquid shards of ice had taken him by surprise, but after a quick adjustment, the gentle downpour began to instead spew warmer water that made the bitty feel ever more relaxed as he stepped in. He let the liquid wash away whatever worries had once plagued him, if any. Taking a warm shower wasn't the best thing to do when trying to wake up, however quick, but it was nothing that a quick splash of water to the face wouldn't fix when he brushed his teeth.        Thinking about it made him feel guilty. He wasn't oblivious to what blessings he was given—neither was he to the generosity that the beans bestowed upon him. And for what reason? Techno had told him, but anxiety kept him in silence from inquiring further. It was hard to drop when the knowledge that a type of his same kind wouldn't even dare to borrow from his resources—from their own kind. It wasn't insulting, but more so concerning. It was just the unspoken rule, so Ranboo had heard. But what rule did some beans have that made them more violent towards bitties and borrowers alike? What rule made the other beans so much more benevolent? Children simply didn't know better until they learned to be gentle.        The thought that beans could be as violent as them brought upon Ranboo a wave of shame as he stepped out of the shower. The steam held inside from the closed door let the warmth linger on his body briefly as he patted himself down, tugging on his clothes and smoothing out his hair to the best of his ability. Some few, remaining areas still held slight tangles to them, but they could be straightened out later. The warmth had sapped the energy from his body, again leaving him at the morning's mercy.        Some enthusiasm had returned when he opened the doorknob that now was slick with steam. He opened the bathroom door on the second try, and just looking at the blanket-strewn bed made him feel the need to collapse back into its embrace and let the fuzziness of sleep win him over. Perhaps a nap later would suffice, but sleeping on an empty stomach wasn't as preferable. Any further temptations were dismissed gently once the pinkette entered the room, adorning his own clothes for the day. It was somewhat strange to see him dressed more casual than usual, but judging by their jobs they attended to somewhere around five days a week, relaxation on days off couldn't be blamed.        Ranboo had begun to descend the stairs after spotting the bean. Exiting the front door left him to see Techno's awaiting hand. The ender shut the door with a nudge of his foot, wincing lightly with the noise. The warmth emanating from the giant's hand was almost as comfortable as being blanketed in bed. Almost, since the soothing chill of previously unoccupied had nearly faded completely. All of the bean's bodies were warm, now that he thought about it; unless the surrounding temperature said otherwise, at least. It was familiar but foreign. The heat didn't radiate in waves—it still left him partially exposed to the open air, but this was cured when Techno's fingers encompassed the bitty by curling in on him in a protective shell. He stood and began to make the trek downstairs. Ranboo sat down to let his back press against the taller's middle finger. The digits formed a canopy overhead. Not quite enough to filter out the light of the passing room, but enough to let the shadows shine their spotlight upon the little within the giant's hand.        "So... I'm your bed today," came the bean's comment. His voice was a low hum that intermixed with that of the appliances not too far away, located in the kitchen. Ranboo nodded simply. He knew they had reached their destination when the air shifted along with techno's hand in a gentle movement. The bitty didn't leave of his own accord, rather choosing to further press against the pinkette's palm.        "Mhm. You... you wouldn't let me sleep on you last night."        A sudden movement made the little start to roll off of Techno's hand. The heterochromic male let the motion carry him away, knowing well that the giant would rather take the plunge himself over Ranboo. How this was possible at such a large scale in comparison the bitty could only imagine, but he appreciated sentiment nonetheless.        He grunted with the impact. The tablecloth was frostbitten in comparison to the hand that once held him, and he couldn't hide his shivers. It would have been a brighter idea, in retrospect, to take a jacket until his body adjusted to the temperature, if not a blanket. Curse the morning fog.        Fingers prodded at his side. The bitty let himself fall further limp, relaxing at ease. The culprit successfully pushed Ranboo onto his back, leaving him to stare up at the ceiling. A curly-haired brunette shrouded his vision with a beaming smile.        "How's my little tampon wrapper today?"        "I dressed up that one time!" Ranboo exclaimed in exasperation. He covered his face with his hands to groan, refusing to acknowledge whatever expression was on Wilbur's face as he laughed. Ranboo retaliated by blindly reaching a hand out. His fingers tugged on the yellow, woolen cuff of Wilbur's sweater. He could feel the roll of the bean's eyes when he was picked up oddly and placed within the sleeve with his head resting atop the thicker hem. It was no duvet, but it was as soft as one. And as scratchy as a haystack. Both had been enough to warrant comment, much to the bean's chagrin and all else's chuckles.        "Today's a lazy day today, then, eh?" asked Wilbur. A smile tugged at his lips when he began to lightly brush the top of the bitty's head with his index finger, causing Ranboo to attempt to press closer to his wrist in a sleep-filled fugue.        Techno didn't pause to address him, however there was no malintent to his actions. "Yep," he replied simply. He lifted a hand to adjust his glasses before reaching to the refrigerator. Small, crystalline flakes of ice drifted to the floor. The rest clung stubbornly onto the needed ingredients with a vice grip, threatening to stick whatever dared to try to separate it. Techno was a brave soul. He continued, "He decides it. Not me."        "Oh, right. Leave the bitty to decide what day is going to be a chill and hangout one. You two, I swear."        Techno looked over his shoulder to Wilbur, earning a shit-eating grin from him. "Wil. Wil, the old man is still sleepin'. He's rubbing off on you."        "I heard that, you little shits."        "Go back to bed, grandpa. We'll bring your breakfast up once we've eaten."        Wilbur's grin grew wider when he laughed. If Techno heard Phil's approach, it wasn't acknowledged. The light, playful hit to the back of his head didn't phase him as he began to add the ingredients to the bowl that he had retrieved from the cupboards above the counters. "Good morning to you, too, Techno greeted as he turned on the waffle maker, fiddling with the controls only briefly. The gentle hum of the appliance helped to fill the void of silence when words couldn't.        Phil joined the brunette seated at the table whom had begun to again scroll through his phone with the thumb of his unoccupied hand. He raised his eyebrows in silent greeting. The blonde didn't need to look to know why. "Heya, mate."        "Good morning, Dadza. Hey—was that you earlier? At the fridge?"         Phil hummed in light confusion, looking up to the taller and pointedly ignoring the nicknames given to him. His eyes were widened some in light inquiry. Ranboo had lifted his head, caught by curiosity. The blonde answered, "No. What's up?"        Wilbur set his phone atop the table in exchange of covering his mouth in a hand, his brows furrowed in contemplation. "I heard the fridge beeping," he began. "You know—when you leave the door open for too long or don't have it fully closed. I thought heard the alarm go off a while ago."        Techno proposed with a light laugh at the same time he poured the batter into the machine, "You're sure it wasn't just a mouse that woke you up and you forgot that you were at the fridge for a few hours?"        Wilbur's eye twitched, wishing that he had something to throw other than his phone. "Yes. I was up a while before, and I heard the beeping. I don't think I heard anything else."        "...You don't know if-"        "I just woke up!" Wilbur defended. "And no, I didn't have my airpods in."        A blanket of quiet covered the surface of the dining area and the kitchen as thin as a fragile as the layers of dust in an abandoned home. It was only disturbed by the humming of a waffle maker; a monotonous hum that sounded soothing but could be anything but with the lack of melody.        "Just butter, please," said Ranboo quietly after clearing his throat. Despite his many previous protests, similarly to moving them in a physical manner, it was near impossible to sway them. Pulling "puppy eyes", so it was called, could only work so many times at certain ones. Letting the beans get their share of food first wasn't up for debate. It still tugged at his mind, but he wasn't not appreciative.        "You're a menace. What kind of person eats waffles only with butter?" Wilbur commented. Ranboo's chest fluttered with a comforting warmth even as he stepped out of that of Wilbur's sweater, leaving him to shiver a few times involuntarily. The brunette's finger nudged his head slightly harder for emphasis. Ranboo batted it away with a hand as he finally got to his feet once more, stretching his limbs. Despite his height for a little, Phil cooed. Wilbur laughed, no doubt at the blush that had to be dusting his cheeks as easily as his opposing colored freckles.        "Yeah? Well... what kind of- what kind of person eats their waffles with sticky syrup?" Ranboo retorted. He had walked across the table's surface and near the center, where a small tray was placed. On its surface were bitty-sized utilities not unlike that of the kind beans used. The bitty picked out a fork and a knife, bringing it back to his area. "It gets all over you and it sucks to wash off."        "You forget how small you are compared to us. You need a full on shower."        "You say that like it's hard to forget," Ranboo said with a smile. His grin grew when his bean approached later with a tiny plate of just four squares of a waffle. The piebald's mouth began to water with the haze of heat that he felt before it was even placed afore him. The scent was divine.        A quick thank you was said before the bitty dug into his meal. Picking up the knife first, he maneuvered it with ease to saw off the size he deemed fitting for the first portion. "Mate..." he heard Phil begin. Ranboo shook his head, not stopping his motion. The knife was nearly to the plate, making quick progress.        "I can get it. I almost have it," the half-and-half insisted. He cheered with triumph once the blade hit the glass with a scrape that he had learned to get used to. He lifted it again with ease, moving around and to the side to repeat the process and cut out his square.        Phil blinked. "Are you sure you don't want your own your size?"        "Mhm! You've already made this for me—I'm too small to take anything important away."         "In that case," said Wilbur. Ranboo watched with silent eyes as Wilbur picked up the fork the bitty had temporarily discarded. He held it with two fingers after some difficulty, and using it, he cut his own fill with some of the same struggle. Phil wheezed in quick laughter when Wilbur brought it up and to his mouth to take the bite, taking the piece off using the edge of the waffle to leave the fork itself untouched. Ranboo had yet to remove eye contact. Wilbur smiled at his judgmental gaze as he set the fork down to rest against the plate's edge. "What? I got hungry. Are the rest ready yet, Tech?"        Another bitty fork was thrown at him with striking precision. The handle hit its mark just at the side of his forehead, landing on the tabletop. "That's what you're eating with." Phil snorted.        "Oh, fuck you," Wilbur exclaimed. He threw the fork back towards the male. It bounced off of the counters edge, landing with a clatter on the floor. Techno looked back at him after retrieving the second stack of waffles that had emerged from the microwave, but in the process, stopped and looked at the floor. Phil looked up as Wilbur picked up his phone again, watching the pinkette with curiosity.        Techno continued to observe one of the floor tiles before striding over to one of the cabinets to retrieve a bottle of syrup. It was a simple motion, but Phil knew when his friend was trying to get away from something whilst staying silent. He had done it before when Ranboo was first taken in, which was a feat in and of itself. He wasn't the most delicate nor was he the best with conversation, and it was evident by the bitty that he, too, was able to recognize this. Phil was almost jealous of the relationship that Techno had with "his" bitty. The care to him wasn't unexpected, but it was certainly odd. Now it merely felt like home to have the ender addition to their household. Bitty or not.        "Tech?" Phil asked. Wilbur and Ranboo, too, had looked up.        "I thought I saw somethin'," was his reply. He began to drizzle the syrup atop the remaining waffles, reaching down and to the side to sift through the drawer of silverware after.        "Like what?" Phil hummed. Ranboo tried to smack Wilbur's hand away when he attempted to pick up the fork to steal another bite from the bitty's waffle. The only result was the little being lifted, holding onto the lifeline that was the handle, digging into the palms of his hand. Wilbur had placed a hand beneath Ranboo in case he couldn't hold on before he could be put down, grinning in the meantime at his victory. He ignored the scolding look Phil threw to him. Ranboo looked to him in plea, and though the brunette could see light concern for the bitty within his eyes, the blonde's own smile gave away his betrayal. Maybe beans couldn't be trusted in some aspects, thought Ranboo sarcastically as he was finally placed back down but not before sticking his tongue out at the brunette to then resume his meal.        "Don't tell me you're doing the thing," Wilbur said with a sigh, running his fingers through the waterfall of curls that cascaded across his left eye. He caught the raised eyebrow that was given to him as the pinkette approached, taking his seat only after he had placed the plates atop the table along with the silverware necessary. Phil voiced his thanks before beginning to collect his own portion. "You know—you're doing the fucking... what is it... the paranoid thing!"        "...Are you going to eat?" Techno asked.        "Yes, I'm going to fucking eat. Who do you take me for?"        Wilbur then begrudgingly took his own waffle, and whether this was from it simply being made by his brother's hands or from the cheap way only Wilbur knew. At the very least it was still decent. The scent was just as savory was it was the taste. The light steam that streamed upwards wafted a comfortable heat into the room. For a reason Ranboo still had yet to figure out, it was different from that of the outdoors. Even with a short-sleeved shirt he still was feeling its effects. The food was worth it. It was at times such as this that he longed to be as tall as the beans who surrounded him. Such a height wouldn't be one that he wished to climb without constant supervision.        "You sure it wasn't a bug or something? Spider, maybe?" Phil suggested. He had rested an arm on the table.        "Maybe. It was near the fridge against the counter—I didn't look," said Techno after swallowing. A tug to his wrist motioned for him to do so to see a little dollop of butter on Ranboo's leg; bigger to a bitty but miniscule to a bean. Ranboo saw something within the pinkette's eyes as he pointed to the paper towels with a sheepish smile. His thank you was muffled when he used it to clean himself as best possible before continuing to eat. Ignoring Techno gently cleaning him further while he ate his own waffles, too, was a task easier said than done. He simply felt his hair becoming frazzled again, which would undoubtedly be a pain yet again to comb through.        "Getting some bug spray is actually a good idea. Summer is almost in full swing. You know... I was thinking..." Phil trailed off suggestively, tapping at his chin in thought. Ranboo hunched.        "Yes!"        "What!?" exclaimed Wilbur and Techno at the same time. Phil chortled, coughing slightly. Techno seized his chance. "Phil. Phil, you can't be serious. Please no."        "Why not? I think it'll be fun. Just give it a try."        "Just because it was a coincidence that you got the flu one time doesn't mean it will happen again," assured Wilbur. Techno nudged the other with more force than necessary when the action was done to him with Wilbur's elbow.        "You're not scarin' me."        "Nothing scares you."        "Exactly."        "Come on, mate. You don't want to leave me alone with him," noted Phil with a smile. Wilbur guffawed whilst Techno let himself snort. This earned another laugh from Phil, and although quiet, from Ranboo as well.        "That's tempting, but we've got Ranboo now," Techno said.        There was concern and a thoughtfulness within their eyes, but it still felt as though daggers were being driven into Ranboo's soul like pins and needles—a constant pressure to make him move towards their side. There would be nothing but softness, but all that Ranboo could see was the sweet butter atop his square of waffle. It felt raw going down his throat from the lump that had begun to form within the span of seconds.        The outdoors was something that the bitty hadn't gotten to experience too much—not without the necessary precautions. Back at the shelter there was an outdoor area, but there had been transparent walls to protect them and a clear ceiling that made it seem as though the sky was their only roof. Rainy days beneath it had only ever pushed Ranboo away, for the drops always looked as though a single one would envelop him whole and whisk him away to whatever mercy the sky decided to bestow to him. The only true glimpses in the aftermath were entering or exiting vehicles or buildings, both bitty and bean (mostly buildings, though. Modes of transportation for Ranboo's kind were difficult to come by, much to the bean's surprise). The warmth from the sun cast upon his skin was a heavenly blanket that none strewn on his bed could compare to. The winds of the weather were pure bliss in contrast to that of the fans that always felt too forced even when pointed away from his person.        He knew what camping was and all it entailed, depending on the person's choice. Camping for bitties was unheard of, unless it some place other than on their bean or in their bed. It was something that he had only heard bits and pieces of within the shelter, and even then nothing was viable. Ranboo know that no harm would come unto him when he was within the watch of the three beans that commerced around him. But the thought still was daunting at being exposed to such a wide world naturally unaccustomed to his kind no matter what or who he hid with or within.        He hadn't noticed. "Ranboo—you're shaking."        Another unspoken observation was the side of one of Techno's fingers inconspicuously pressed against his lower back. The simple gesture was reality enough, and Ranboo shrugged his shoulders. The pinkette blinked, about to repeat this again before he was interrupted gently by the blonde beside him, "We could... leave him here. I hate to say it, but hear me-"        "Phil. You're suggesting we leave a bitty without any human interaction for longer than a night. I think your old man mind is starting to mess with you again. A nap should fix that," Techno said. Ranboo was the only one at the table who noticed the extra, subtle nudge against his back before the pinkette stood and walked to the kitchen. The vitiligo bitty did what he could to drown out the scraping of the chair.        Phil's eye twitched. "Techno, if you call me an old man again, I swear to-"        Though a smile was on his face, Wilbur sighed out, "I... man, I hate to do this. But I'm going to have to agree with Phil on this one. I'm no bitty expert, but I'm- I'm pretty sure a few nights won't hurt."        As Wilbur finished his last bite, Techno had turned to peer over his shoulder at him. Ranboo knew that look; where more was to be said but all remained silent behind what was spoken. "That's it. Besides; I got to stay and get work done."        Techno was a promise keeper. Not a lie teller when he didn't put true effort to it. And it was never done without reason for such thing. "Like what?" Wilbur interjected over the sound of the refrigerator door opening and shutting, the latter followed by the pinkette seating himself again—this time with a glass of orange juice in hand. Ranboo had finished his own portion of breakfast already, now idly moving what remained around his plate. Phil couldn't tell if it was from simply getting his fill or from a loss of appetite. There were few guesses why, but none were said when interjected by Wilbur, "'Taking care of Ranboo?' By just doing whatever in your room?"        "We don't do nothing," piped in Ranboo. Idly did he fiddle with the edge of the paper towel nearby him. He had used it again to better ensure the butter had been fully cleared from him. "We...um..."        It hurt to hear the truth of Wilbur's words, the smug aura radiating off of him in waves. "Case in point. Its been forever since the last time we went camping!"        Phil nodded his head with a small grin. "The last time we went camping was last summer."        Wilbur reiterated, "Exactly! You don't seriously want to wait another year; then we'll just be skipping every year after that and we won't be camping anymore just because we got a bitty."        He was sent a withering glare, and though he knew what deeper meaning his words mistakenly held, he didn't falter. "We're not leavin' Ranboo alone," Technoblade huffed with a firm voice.        "He's not a pet! He can stay home for a few days."        Techno's remained stoic. Only a true detective could crack the code that hid behind the firewall of his stature. "He's not a pet," he agreed, "but he can't stay alone. We can bring Ranboo, or we can stay. I can't miss my sellout timer."        Wilbur's mouth opened with something in his eyes the pinkette couldn't name. "You've missed it before!"        "Boys."        "Those couldn't be helped," defended Techno with a clipped tone. "This can. I don't think you realize that this isn't about me."        "No, I- I do! I'm not fighting against Ranboo, but what if he falls or something? You can keep him in your pocket, but anything can happen."        "Boys," Phil tried again.        Wilbur's posture had straightened, his hands clasped afore him atop the table. A professional manner Techno knew to be challenge. If this is a battle, a war would be waged. Techno hummed with a noise reminiscent to a grunt. "So let him stay with me so I can notice it. He isn't careless, Wilbur. He'll be fine."        "Prove it, then. Let him stay here for a few days and put him to the test. Then we'll see if-"        "Boys!"        The heads of the two males snapped towards Phil in a synced, silent motion. The speed of the action nearly made the blonde swear that he had heard the wind's whistle sounding from it.        In the hand of the blonde was a bitty that was not-so-subtly trying to cover his ears and block out the world around. Ranboo was hunched over, his back turned to the two and encased safely within the bars that were Phil's fingers curled slightly inwards, relaxed but steady. The bitty could not be blamed. The brother's postures were straight as though pulled taught by the strings of spiderwebs, continuing to fight and tug and pull to see who could lift the highest before one rose other the other; up and out of their chair to be the first to draw their weapon and aim it at the other's throat before retaliation could occur. The only weapon within the merged room, however, was words where one of the two was weakest. The other knew.        "Nobody has said yes or no," assured Phil, being the first to stand. The scraping of the chair against paneled wood was the tear that tore the paper, and yet still the silence stretched on. Tongues had been tied and the sweltering heat from the outdoors was strangling them from the inside out—nearly as much as the tension long strung taught and suspended atop their heads. The flame flickered when Techno followed suit to accept the little person passed into the palms of his awaiting hands. They were held still with flawless practice when he was given a pat on the back. A quiet voice said gently to him, "Go take him back and we'll all have a minute to chill out. We can talk about this later."        "You don't have to kick us out just so you can do the dishes," Techno huffed. Luckily, Phil picked up on his lighthearted tone despite the lack of a smile. The blonde fixed this with a smile of his own.        "I'll get it," Techno heard Wilbur say as he approached the stairway. More words were exchanged, the majority of which the pinkette could only make out as vague mumbles once upstairs. There was a wheeze of laughter that could only have come from Phil.        "Thanks..." mumbled the monochrome piebald, beginning to uncurl in the warmth of his bean's hands.        "So... about that. How's your morning been?"        Ranboo blinked before erupting in a small spurt of laughter. He wrapped his arms around the bean's index finger and said, "Good, I guess. Thanks for the waffles. And... you know."        "Don't get soft on me, Ranboo. You know I'm not good with this."        The piebald bitty grinned, looking up at the bean that had carried him carefully upstairs. Heaven knows it would take him a day if not longer had he made the attempt on his own. He needed to stand on the tips of his does and stretch his upper limbs as far as they could possibly go and them some for his fingertips to graze the edge of a stair step.        "Well... I don't want to ignore it," claimed Ranboo. The duo had reached the doorway, and Techno entered and nudged the door shut with his foot. With the little in hand he sat himself on the floor with his legs stretched out comfortably, his back rested against the footboard. Ranboo brushed away a strand of the bean's hair that threatened to get too close to him.        Technoblade shrugged. "Unless you want to stay here by yourself or come with us outside for a few days, I'm not leavin' 'ya. You're too great of a main character to lose. Even with plot armor."        "Just because I'm a bitty... I know, I know," breathed the smaller. He did what he could to savor the sweet warmth that enveloped his body for as long as he lie in the gentle hold of the giant's hand before making his way to Techno's wrist, where he then traipsed the familiar terrain. "Are you going to, though?" he pressed, wandering his way to the other male's ankle.        Techno barely registered the light weight. A terrifying thing that made his nerves sharp as a blade. He hummed in question.        "Go camping?"        "Ah," recognized Techno. He felt his heart skip a beat when the bitty nearly dropped a few inches and onto the floor when his freckled hand slipped from the cloth of his jeans. The rough texture allowed him to manage to grab a hold. Ranboo remained still for a few seconds more before continuing his way. "I dunno."        Ranboo deadpanned, and Techno couldn't help the amused puff of air that left him. "Really. I'll talk to them about it, but it's two against one if Wil wins Phil's side. What do you want to do?"        "Me?" the bitty repeated in surprise though there was no need. Choice was something he had the blessing of being presented his whole life. He knew he shouldn't take it for granted when another part of his kind—from his understanding—supposedly didn't get the pleasure of making decisions at their own leisure. When any wrong one would wind up with another borrower's body to be reclaimed by the ground once taken away by whatever person or thing decided to show them mercy in their last moments before all was lost.        "Uh... calm down. I dunno what kind of flashbacks you're havin', but you're not there. You're safe."        "Wow. You are horrible at this," said Ranboo. He doubled over in laughter when Techno sputtered. The sound muffled whatever faint noise emitted as he dropped to the ground, this time safely and on his feet. His home was a few feet away, and yet he couldn't find the courage to make the distance. His limbs felt firm, and the warmth from the food provided at the table spread smoothly across his stomach. The heat within the room was a blizzard, acting further as contrast to the comfortable cage of Techno's hand. Had he not known that the bean would most likely wander back down to speak to his brother and friend, Ranboo would have asked for him to stay longer. So instead the bitty shook his head in polite decline and took a few steps back to better look at the bean without needing to strain his neck to look up at him. "I'm not sad or anything. What kind of flashbacks do you think I have?"        Embarrassment dusted Techno's cheeks. To his favor, Ranboo didn't know what to look for to spot it. "I dunno. Some kind of memory, obviously. You haven't really told me anything about your life before the adoption center."        The piebald swallowed thickly. "I don't know... because there's really nothing interesting about me. A few memory issues, yeah. But... what do you want me to say? I've been a borrower this whole time?"        Techno snorted. "Isn't that, like- an insult to you guys? Or..."        "Technically, yeah. That, and calling a borrower a bitty."        "Oh. Oh, wait, you just gave me an idea. Do you know if there are any around here?"        "Borrowers? Um... no. I don't think so. If I haven't heard anything, it's because of your snoring."        "Alright. You're sleeping in the house tonight."        "But that'll make it two nights in a row! It was a joke!"        "That's what they always say," replied Techno with his own teasing tone. He nudged Ranboo's side with a finger towards the bitty-sized home, and he ducked towards it when it brushed the fabric to elicit a ticklish tingle. "You still haven't answered my question."        Ranboo had begun to walk towards his home within the bean's room before pausing, looking back sheepishly. "Oh... right. Um..." He paused, curling in on himself under the patient yet watchful eyes of the pinkette; his primary caretaker of the beans in the home. On one hand, being able to wander outdoors would be a blissful break from the monotone monotony of the days that stretched on all the same. A chance for something interesting—to see what he had yet to discover that the world had to offer him. But he could be crushed so easily. This would be avoidable to stay home, and yet being separated from Techno for more than a night... this had yet to occur, and the thought made his heart pulse more electricity over blood. How was he to decide what to do on the spot?        "Um... I'll think about it," he landed on. Techno nodded and stood, raising his hands high above his head to stretch. It looked like he was reaching the ceiling from where the little stood. Maybe the clouds and even the sun, had they been outside by now. The imagery of the latter was oddly awestriking.        The pinkette turned to the doorway. The thudding of his feet was a rumbling vibration Ranboo had long before learned how to deal with. If anything, the only feeling it brought now was a sense of safety and solace. Haven. "We aren't leavin', so you've got time. Don't fall down the stairs if you need me."        "You'll hear me first," was his reply. When the door shut, from beneath the crack at its bottom, he heard a slight chuckle.        Entering his own dwelling, the heat had now taken its hold of the home. Nothing was scorching, but now focusing on it, perhaps burying himself beneath blankets wouldn't be the most comfortable thing whilst being drenched in sweat. A swim would be pleasant, but the idea of water covering him from head to toe for longer than a quick but thorough shower... simply drifting atop the water on a float was more preferable. Ranboo didn't want to burden "his" bean with the request of said item. The denial of such concern would inevitably greet him, but the habit was difficult to sever. He was by no means a bratty bitty. Even he could agree that they were... disagreeable at most.        The piebald bitty looked about the room. It wasn't dissimilar to the one beyond; quite the opposite, however. With a similar layout, hues of purples, reds, and greens were strewn throughout the home for color accompanied by more natural colors consisting of blacks, whites, and graced occasionally by golds. It was not real gold, much to his dismay. He wouldn't complain, although he was no fool. He wasn't greedy.        Entering the living room, Ranboo stretched. In doing so he let himself fall backwards against the armrest, leaving him to be sprawled awkwardly atop the cushions. Aimlessly did his eyes stare onwards onto the ceiling, as though doing so would unveil the secrets of the world. He probably wouldn't do much with this information, with the exception of developing some things to better help bitties. Somehow. Creativity was neither a strength nor a weakness; it would be difficult, nevertheless, to do such a thing at his size without the properly scaled tools. How borrowers could create such things by simple improvision was beyond him. What skill did one need to be able to make rope out of spider silk? How much bravery did they need to walk atop the highest shelf in the house without a wink of fear? How could they fear the large, gentle beans that only wanted to care for them? Not everyone was kind—whether for bean, bitty, or borrower. Accidents could happen; he wasn't ignorant of the fact that he would be far above the clouds with a single slip through the grate of fingers. With a single step he could be returned to the ground. But the beans were aware. They knew where to look and how to accommodate his needs and his size. Not once did Ranboo hear them complain; if they did, it was about the quality of the bitty-sized item that they had purchased.        It was difficult to remember back. The farthest memory that Ranboo could scrounge was a curiosity of what being taken in would be like. His heterochromia and tall, mix-matched appearance brought upon curious looks, which was something he supposed couldn't be blamed. It wasn't every day that he saw someone similar in appearance to him. But it did get old. He had yet to lose hope, and yet within his heart, there was always a gentle thrum of envy when someone was picked. The majority of those around were picked up in pure glee and euphoria, greeting "their" new bean with as much joy as they did them. The friends they once had below would exchange farewells. Some parted in tears. Some promised to meet again. On rare occasion, the other would be adopted along. It was supposed to be joyous; Ranboo truly did feel euphoric for them. Being taken to a home to stay in for the rest of one's days in the company of someone of their own care and love and treat them as though they were any other bean was a fantasy Ranboo had always been wistful for. The hope that wedged its way into his heart always pummeled down into a sinking ignominy when he was passed or simply brushed over by onlooking eyes. For what or whom Ranboo still didn't know. It was hard to tell if the people passing truly did give him a chance or passed him by without a second thought.        And then stopped Techno. The others had passed him by, though the pinkette had paused. It was especially difficult to discern what he hid behind his eyes, but in them held something for Ranboo. Fondness, perhaps. Sympathy for the tallest bitty who tried so hard to shrink himself. So was his surprise when benevolence was bestowed and he was picked up with tender hands, allowed to step on at his own pace. Placing oneself in the palm of another was the largest leap a bitty could take; without the assistance of the beans, it was a death sentence to go back on one's own. Sometimes, however, wandering out into the unforgiving wilds was a better mercy than that of being crushed or left to spatter to the floor or whatever surface a bean deemed fitting for a death of someone so-        A thud from the second floor made Ranboo's heart leap into his throat. Rather than the sound of its beating leaving him, another muffled thud sounded from atop, winning the race. Ranboo swallowed his fears down, causing his stomach to roil in protest. Who knew what this stranger would do when he found out that he wasn't alone. Or did he already know? Had they assumed that Ranboo had fallen asleep? It wasn't often when he let himself stare off into space with nothing but his thoughts to occupy his mind until motivation struck to lure him into captivity of an activity to bide his time. Perhaps it had been but a bad time to do so. He did feel somewhat rejuvenated. Maybe, instead, it was but the adrenaline that was awakening his legs. An immovable force was pinning them to the comfort of relief at being off of his feet. The fabric felt as though it were swallowing him whole. He would be stuck in the sinkhole if he didn't move, and yet everything and nothing was keeping him paralyzed.        The silence was a roar in the home. The beans' conversation, too, had fallen to a hush. They must have moved their matters to the outdoor patio. Even without access to a window could Ranboo tell that it was a beautiful day. It would be a lie to say that he didn't want to experience it more from beyond the walls of safety. Maybe it wasn't quite worth that risk.        He released a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding. It did nothing in ridding the floatiness within his mind that had only increased tenfold. He almost wanted to believe that it was in his mind—but he was scared to wander upstairs. It could simply have been something falling. It wouldn't be the first time something strange happened at random. But if there was someone within his home, what defense did he have if they were hostile?        No such thing could be done. A sting of muttered curses were spilled like an overflowing cup from an unfamiliar figure, drifting down the stairway from where it began. Ranboo watched in a surprise stupor as a blonde boy trekked downstairs two steps at a time. Even so he was quiet as a mouse, with nothing but the shuffling of the backpack he wore stirring any sound. His movements were just enough to stir the dust particles that danced within the beams of light that streamed through his room. The flick of a switch wasn't needed to illuminate the room with incandescent light, for still could Ranboo take in the other's disheveled appearance.        Wide blue eyes looked back at Ranboo's heterochromic ones. Where he saw summer suffocating the home, he saw winter staring in the doorway. The piebald thought he spotted crystallized ice within the stranger's blonde hair, glittering in the sunlight that had yet to melt. This made it difficult to be exact. The grip the shorter male held on what Ranboo now saw was a needle was tight enough to make his knuckles turn white. He couldn't tell if the stranger was shaking from a cold front he couldn't see or from fear at what he could.        "Were you waiting for me?" blurted the boy with a voice gently laced with a British accent. The suddenness of the statement made Ranboo blink, forcing himself back into the present. There was a stranger—borrower? Bitty? What bitty was here without a bean?—in his home, appearing seemingly out of nowhere. Even though Ranboo had lost the contest, they continued to stare. The silence was suffocating, but he feared his voice would emit but a feeble warble if he tried to respond.        The other began to walk to the side, shuffling his feet against the wood. "Oh-kay," he drew out, "I'm just gonna..."        A surge went through his body. "Wait!" Ranboo exclaimed, scrambling to get up. He was sure he was the only in the room to spot how he flinched when Ranboo stood. He wanted to speak but couldn't find the words. Did he ask first? If so, what? 'How did you get here?' 'Are you going to stab me?'        "Are you cold?"        "What?" said the other. His voice sounded restrained. "No—I'm not. What's it to you, bitty boy?"        "You're shaking," noted Ranboo, "and I might be wrong, but... it looks like you've got some ice in your hair. It's... it's kind of hot outside."        "Fuck," swore the shorter. He reached a hand up to tussle his curled hair. Miniscule shards fell to the floor and scattered into a million pieces upon impact. The wood's reprieve.        "There. Now, if you could ever-so-kindly act like we have never laid eyes on each other, that'd be very much appreciated. Goodbye!"        "W- Wait! How are you going to go anywhere without a bean? At least let me help you."        The blonde failed to hide a snicker. He had begun to walk past the bitty who bit his tongue at seeing the injury on the back of his bicep, but stopped with what was said. The shorter male turned, scrutinizing the taller. Ranboo watched his eyes, feeling oddly uneasy. "Who says I need a fuckin' bean?" he asked, taking Ranboo by surprise. Beams of confidence shot from the stranger's words, making that of the sun's envious. "I'm no pussy. I can move on my own."        Ranboo was afraid to guess. "Then how you did you get here?"        "How do you think?"        "Um... Techno snuck you in and I'm only now noticing?"        A wheeze of laughter made him jump a foot into the air. His solace was the similarity between his and Phil's laugh... if it was more boisterous and phlegm-ridden.        "Techno... T- Techno? Oh, man. You're- y- you're something, Boob Boy," sighed out the other once he caught his breath. He had lowered the hand that covered his mouth when coughing took over his laughing. "The only way that bitch will ever get his hands on me is if he gets through a million holes in his hand."        Ranboo lifted a hand to rub the arm of his other. He pointed to the makeshift weapon the other carried with a tilt of his head. "With that?"        The blonde nodded. "With this. Trust me. It gets the job done."        "That's... a sewing needle. I actually didn't know we had those."        "So? I've seen the beans draw blood with this. It works like a charm—I don't- I don't stab everything. I do it sparingly."        A step was taken backwards. Ranboo shifted his weight from side to side, gently biting his lip. Small, sharp objects that would be an annoyance to beans were lethal to bitties and borrowers alike if not handled with care. The equivalent of knives. Yet the blonde's grip on his own needle kept strong and true despite the somewhat slick material. The gloves that only partially left his fingers covered Ranboo could only conclude were used to assist in grip. ...How did this other get them without infiltrating a bitty store? How was it made? Simple curiosities like these and more began to pop like bubbles into the atmosphere of his mind, and it took everything in him not to bombard the blonde with questions about them. When would the next time be that he would get to meet a borrower, if at all?        "I'm not going to stab you if that's what you're thinking," came the borrower's voice, popping Ranboo's train of thought. The needle was now tucked into the side of the borrower's backpack. The weapon's tip was still pointed down, yet it still was in reach. It made sense, but despite the other's reassurance, the sight still made the bitty unsettled. He still caught its taunting gleam from the light in his peripheral vision no matter where he looked. "Not if you don't tell the beans about me."        A pang of pity struck Ranboo. That was to be expected. "Um... okay. I won't. But what were you doing upstairs? Did you borrow anything?"        The blonde blinked in what looked to be surprise before his nose scrunched up slightly in a disgusted manner. He sneered, "Ew—fuck no. Why would I want to borrow from a bitty?"        "Don't you borrow everything, though?" slowly asked Ranboo. The borrower rolled his eyes at the pure confusion instilled within it. "As long as it isn't noticed?"        "First of all, no, because you're too small to not notice anything. Secondly, we'd have to throw away our dignity to even think about that. What would- what... what would- what would other borrowers think of me if I did? I'm not some... some desperate piece of shit. I can borrow- borrow useful things."        It all felt like a punch to the gut. To the shorter, it all clicked from birth. To the taller, it was difficult to imagine such a thing. Each new word made the strands break, leaving him to piece it all together on his own. "But... wouldn't it... you know... be easier to borrow things your size? That way you won't have to worry about the beans."        He winced internally at the look that he was given. "What was the first thing I said?"        "Um... that you don't borrow from bitties?"        The blonde's gaze fixated on the piebald in what looked to be judgement before again the borrower began walking to the door. Another strange surge of adrenaline thrummed through Ranboo's veins. "Wait!"        The borrower didn't turn around. He raised himself on his feet again and on his tip toes to attempt to peer out through the window placed atop the door. "Sorry, Boob Boy, but I can't chat. I've got things to do and places to be."        Ranboo sputtered. "That's not my name."        "I know, but it sounds close enough."        "Okay then... what's your name?"        The sentence seemed to take the other by surprise. "Why the fuck do you want to know mine?"        Ranboo looked away, feeling a heatwave of embarrassment flare more than the temperature. "Because it's... uh... unfair that you know my name and I don't know yours."        Another chortle came from the blonde. He turned briefly to Ranboo after opening the door, speaking, "That's a shit point, but it's Tommy."        Ranboo did a double take. It was that easy? Why the hesitation? "O- oh. Um... nice to meet you. ...Am I ever going to see you again?"        Skepticism was present on Tommy's face, and he absentmindedly shuffled his feet whilst a hand adjusted the straps of his pack. "Heck if I know. Depends on if I get trapped when a bean is right outside your house and if it's the only place to hide. Why?"        Guilt hammered at the piebald's heart, making alarms ring loud enough for a sharp, stagnant ring to sound within his mind and exit his ears where only then did it fall silent. He didn't blame Tommy's confused glance when he seemingly winced at nothing, when he himself couldn't help but to at everything. If things went right, in the near future, he would be able to have some alone time with Techno to do as they pleased. By no means would it be a bad thing, since they had yet to have another recent day to themselves to simply hang out and have fun. And if it went wrong? He would soon be left alone with nothing but his own mind to keep him company. There were no doubts that the beans wouldn't leave him unprepared, but the thought of having none around was simply haunting and sent chills down Ranboo's spine. Searching his memory resulted in no recollection of ever being on his own without the accompaniment of another bitty or bean. How would he take care of himself if he somehow ran out of food? He wasn't a glutton—of course he took care of himself. So who would come to his aid if something broke? Who would he sleep on at night to protect and keep him warm? Who would he love?        Tommy seemed impatient and just as wary of him as he expect every other borrower to be of a bean. Not once was Ranboo able to ask a question about Tommy's kind. He didn't know whether to blame the blonde or himself for turning the topic prior to receiving a proper answer. But he had kept the poor blonde for long enough. With their size, there was no telling how long it would take him to reach whatever destination he needed to get to. Ranboo sent a silent prayer for him if it was downstairs.        His words threatened to choke him from the inside out, and regret churned in his stomach as he forced himself to say, "Nothing. Nevermind. Just... uh... be careful."        Tommy stared at him for what Ranboo knew to be just short of a minute, but the rapid pace pulsing in his chest made him feel as though time had frozen. When finally he did see the borrower blink, the emotion behind his eyes was indistinguishable. Foreign. Ranboo still couldn't place it when Tommy looked to relax ever so slightly as he gave the bitty and nodded. "Careful is one of my middle names. Don't get crushed."        "I won't," said Ranboo. But Tommy was already out of the door within the blink of an eye, and Ranboo only was able to catch a whirl of red, white, and gold all blurred together seamlessly. Again his feet rooted him to the ground when he thought about venturing outdoors for a step to watch the other carry on his way, for there was no telling what hidden entrances that were hidden within the home that he was oblivious to. He was aware of their existence, and yet not once had he been able to discover one such hidden passageway. Tommy had already opened one within his eyes, and it was appalling. Not only was there a hope, but a curiosity, too, for more things than one.        When next the beans returned indoors to converse once more (in a more chipper tone, nonetheless), Ranboo didn't feel as alone as he had before.

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He felt worse. He tried to reason, "But you have all summer to go camping. A few more days won't hurt."

       "If you keep saying that, then by the time we do go, it'll already be over," said Phil. Ranboo wished he had his pencil to throw at him, but due to the lack of said item, all that he had to use as a projectile were his own vocals which took the form of censored "swears". A smile was on the bean's face as he moved about, and whether there was something more or less behind his eyes the bitty couldn't see. One would think this not to be the case, what with how giant the blonde was to someone at the size of him, but alas. "We're not leaving you with nothing, mate. Maybe you'll get lucky and the rain will drive us back."

       "Don't jinx it!" came an accented voice that made Phil's shoulders shake lightly in brief laughter. Picking sides was always a difficult decision, and while he preferred to stay in the middle, he couldn't help but to side with Phil when loneliness was tugging at Ranboo when the others had yet to leave.

       He frowned when a finger nudged his side. He would have leaned into the warmth, too, had it remained longer. Yet another thing being torn from him. "Do you have to?" whispered the bitty to his bean. His voice was low, barely recognizing that it was his own. He could only tell from the look he received.

       Techno laid his palm out to which Ranboo made haste in stepping onto. Just after did he rest to sit on his knees for better security when the hand holding him was moved upwards, and when it was pulled closer to Techno's chest, the half-and-half clung onto the cloth of the taller male's gilden shirt. He had an unspoken hope that doing so would prevent him from leaving. But there was only so much fabric that he could bunch in his fists. There was only so much strength he had with his size.

       The pinkette merely hummed in affirmation, which only further sealed Ranboo's fate. It hurt to keep himself from whimpering in protest. He had yet to move his legs, and as he was carried upstairs, his body wracked with trepidation and yet more paralization that bolted him into place like lighting to its rod. Maybe if he somehow managed to stick himself to Techno's hand so that not even his strength could detach him, he would be able to stay. It still was difficult to decide if it was better in the safety of this home with no bean than to be locked in danger with one.

       Muffled words below their feet were exchanged. Not long after a playful exclamation a laugh would follow. Ranboo knew that they were simply being themselves; they would never ignore how he felt. But acting so blissful and unaware when he was just above their heads, holding onto his bean for dear life...

       Ranboo's attempts were in vain when he reached out in an attempt to again latch onto Techno's retreating hand when he was plucked off of it from the collar of his shirt. Though the movement to set him as gently as a bean such as him possibly could on the ground was quick so as to not choke Ranboo, the oxygen was withheld from him for more reasons than one. The damp air that sneaked in through whatever cracks it could find was taunting. The ever so faint whistle laughed at him, calling his companion away.

       "Come on! Just a few more minutes-!" he exclaimed with a last desperation.

       At the same time, the bean before him was addressed by a bean from below. "Are you ready, Tech?"

       There would be no response to the latter, and though the pinkette had his reasons, this one Ranboo couldn't understand. The tip of a finger pet his hair for what may as well be for the last time. The thought nearly drove tears to his eyes, but no amount of wishing would magically make a dam appear. Techno said, "Sorry, Ranboo—they're not going to leave me alone unless I go. Neither of us can live that down."

       "I know," was all the heart that the piebald could muster. The weight still pressed atop him, and a sudden chill swept the room when Techno removed his finger and straightened as he stood. Ranboo had never feared the man despite their differences in size, but at that moment, he couldn't discern whether Techno was fearing the bitty below him or fearing for him. Yet another mystery.

       "At least it won't be more than a week. The rain is supposed to roll in any day now."

       "And you couldn't get them to...?"

       "Come on, Ranboo—you've been here long enough." The bitty shifted his weight, nodding slowly. The monotonous tone he spoke in had yet to change, but Techno's face betrayed what sound couldn't. "Just don't do anything Phil or Wilbur wouldn't like. If you order food, at least try to hide it here so they won't get onto you."

       "You won't be gone that long," said Ranboo. His voice was betwixt a tone of matching playfulness. He could only hope Techno caught onto the more serious undertone. "I can't eat it all in that time, anyway. But... hey. There are berries out there in the wild, right?"

       Techno raised an eyebrow. "I wouldn't call it the wild, but yeah. There are some out there. I'm guessin' you want me to pick some for you."

       Suddenly bashful, Ranboo nodded. "Yeah. There probably isn't much of a difference, but... you know. Something from the wild would be pretty cool."

       "Yeah. And as a person with no knowledge on what berries are and aren't poisonous, I'll try. We'll both have to hope for luck."

       The piebald's eyes widened. Quickly he corrected, "Wait, wait! I thought you did!"

       It was then that he caught the playful glimmer within the bean's eye, earning a huff from the bitty. "I would not like to be poisoned."

       "Doesn't sound too fun to me, either. I'll keep it in mind."

       "Bye, Techno!" came a call from the corridor. Ranboo's eyes widened, adrenaline spiking and heart hammering a thousand times a second. The sudden urgency knocked him to the ground. The bean, too, seemed to sense this as he stood and brushed off what dirt from the carpeted floor had clung to his pants. Maybe to ensure that Ranboo wasn't going to cling on in the hopes to travel along, although it was as unlikely as it was for the duo downstairs to leave their companion. Almost.

       All at once Ranboo's throat felt too tight though he could breathe just fine. His steady breathing betrayed the panic that swelling in his lungs, threatening to burst. A whimper escaped him at the same time he whined, "Please?"

        "We already did a double check. You'll be fine," said Techno. It was then that he crouched down and placed his cell phone on the floor a short distance from the bitty-sized home the half-and-half occupied. He stood and straightened, his feet beginning to shuffle to the opened door that would seal the bitty's fate if it were to close. "So... see you."

       The breath the bitty drew in wavered, and to his luck it went unheard. "Have fun," he answered with a wave of his hand in further farewell. A last smile was flashed to him before the door swung slowly shut with a silent creak, shutting off any further sound that tried to penetrate the room with a soft click. Ranboo's own smile was too many seconds too late before the window of opportunity closed. How borrowers could muster the bravery to even attempt it Ranboo couldn't fathom.

       Venturing to the highest floor of the home did little to muffle the sound of the distant bickering of the beans. On the contrary, the sound of a vehicle's engine had never sounded more grating from so far away. A grater was being sliced right over his mind, shredding at him from within bit by bit until all that remained of his sanity was broken strips of what he used to be—impossible to put back together. The worst fact was that he had had every opportunity to do something; find a way to alter the vote, perhaps, or find a better point to convince them to allow him to join their journey. To find another possible plea to persuade Techno to stay. But the thought made him feel guilty. What kind of bitty would he be, asking his bean to miss out on a yearly experience for his own convenience—a familial one, at that! The danger was too great in the unknown outdoors. Even without a single wrong step, anything could appear from beneath the brush and pounce in an instant. There wasn't a thing Ranboo could thing of to counteract this in a positive light. Not even when disaster was watching from the shadows, waiting for him to be at his lowest when he was sure that he already was.

       "That was the most pathetic goodbye I've ever seen in my llife. Good riddance to that gangly fuck."

       "Tommy?" Ranboo asked aloud, the name slipping from his mouth without a second thought. A single tang of something tasting of bitter salt touched his tongue in the process, and wiping away the water from his mouth with the back of his hand, he realized how irritated his eyes felt. His chest heaved heavy though he tried to steady his heart. There was no need to make more of a fool of himself than he already was. He had no right to shed tears over simple separation when borrowers had surely endured worse by the hands or more malevolent beans.

       "That's Big Man Tommy to you, bitch."

       Ranboo could hear no venom to the voice, and so his grin was genuine. It faded into a dulled down smile as he wiped the rest of what tears threatened to delude him and hurried down the stairs.

       He heard the blonde before he saw him. The opening of the front door revealed a borrower carrying the same pack from yesterday. Whether it was the sunlight or his better well-being Ranboo couldn't tell, but the boy afore him appeared much more bright than he did the day before. Scattered strings of swears erupted from his mouth from where he stood over the giant device that was Techno's phone. His skin no longer held a sickened flush to it, but whether this blush was from this or embararssment Ranboo couldn't say. Tommy's hair was indeed still somewhat damp, but he didn't walk with a rigid, fearful stature. It was something that Ranboo knew all too much about. He could tell easily, despite the other's claims from yesterday.

       "I thought that you weren't going to come back," Ranboo commented, beginning to approach. He had only taken a few steps forward, when to his horror, he realized that Tommy had somehow managed to decipher the passcode to Techno's phone. The specifics of what Tommy was doing remained a mystery until further approached, but Ranboo didn't need to be face to face to the screen to know that what was displayed wasn't what's usually was when the power button is pushed.

       "I never said that," replied Tommy nonchalantly with a shrug to further convey his carelessness to the situation. If he did care, there wasn't much concern to the consequences. For further insult, as Ranboo jumped to reach the top of the phone, Tommy slung his pack off of his shoulders and tossed it to the corner of the device. It landed with a heavy thud that shook the Earth, making Ranboo flinch. He only had sight to judge its weight, but from observation alone, it seemed impossible for such a small thing to carry that much burden within. Part of him was surprised it didn't make the corner move and fling them or crack the screen. Techno wouldn't kill him for it, but at the same time, he would kill him for it.

       "I just said that it depends on if the bastard beans are here to fuck with my plans. And that was before I learned that they would be going away for a few days."

       Ranboo wanted to hate the monotony to his tone. It was oh so familiar to Techno's, and yet the teen carried just as much expression in his person as Wilbur did, if not more. Whether careless or clueless Ranboo didn't care, similarly to Tommy who seemed to spill every thought and movement without fear of judgement. Something unknown drowned Ranboo from the inside out with the thought, and yet he felt increasingly shallow as he stepped to the shorter's side atop the screen. Tommy stiffened in response, shuffling a foot away. Ranboo didn't try to close the gap, instead fixating his gaze on the screen they stood on and taking his own step away, too, as an offer of silent apology. The borrower gave no reaction for his own answer.

       Tommy bent to press a hand to the home screen, needing to strain somewhat for the force to register. Once this was accomplished, his eyes began to scan the contents of the phone. His nose scrunched up some before he swiped again, taking another peer at the icons. Another swipe. A short few moments passed when Tommy turned his head to glare at the bitty whom took another step back. He nearly fell backwards as Tommy spoke, "Aren't you going to show me how this works?"

       "I didn't know I was supposed to," answered Ranboo. Before he realized it he was moving towards the male again, this time making sure he didn't accidentally creep too close. Lowering himself into a crouch, the piebald bitty looked over the icons then back to Tommy. He asked tentatively, "What are you looking for?"

       The blonde blinked, looking to the screen again. His eyes didn't move for a short while before he looked back to taller little. "I don't know. Just—you know. Show me how you work this thing."

       A retort appeared into his mind, and Ranboo wanted to scold himself for it. So he settled for biting his tongue and looking to the window as though the stars would answer his prayers. The only one that could was higher above than any cloud in the sky. But Tommy would most likely continue to pester him until he gave his answer, which would be annoying at most. The half-and-half didn't have anything else to do for the day, but dealing with purposeful nuicanses didn't seem appealing. So Ranboo could only hope that what he did next would be the correct answer as he replied, "But... you're a borrower. You said that one of the things you do is watch things."

       The corners of the blonde's mouth tugged up into a smile. "Your memory really is shit; I didn't say that. I don't watch. I scout. Big difference, Big Man."

       "What are the differences?"

       "Watching is seeing and doing nothing. Scouting is- is- er... it's essentially watching, but the difference is, instead of doing nothing, you take notes. You know—pay attention. You don't actually take notes, though—graphite is tough as fuck to get, for one. Only pussies take actual notes."

       "I could give you some graphite."

       "Notes are for- what?"

       "I could give you some graphite," repeated Ranboo. He had navigated to the recent tabs section, peering at what all had been opened. Music had been the most recent. The letters were small, but by the miniscule pictures on the screen, he was sure that Techno's playlist was already pulled up. Of course. "I write all the time."

       Tommy scoffed. "I know that, but if you give me graphite, then how are you supposed to get more?"

       "I can ask Techno," Ranboo said slowly, speaking as though this were the most obvious thing in the world. "Pencils barely cost anything. I'm sure he won't mind."

       "But then if you do that he'll know that you gave it to me."

       Ranboo straightened, towering over the blonde beside him. When he looked to the other and realized this he hunched slightly without a second thought, humming afterwards. "I think I'm on my last one, anyway. I can always just make up the excuse that I lost it or something. It's not the first time that its happened."

       The borrower's mouth hung open momentarily before he caught it and silently clicked it shut. Ranboo was unable to pinpoint where his pinpricks now were staring at. The next response took him by surprise. "Alright. What's the catch?"

       Ranboo said honestly, "There isn't one. From bitty to borrower. It isn't borrowing if I purposely give it to you."

       "It isn't, but it's still a pity gift. I can borrow my own."

       "Without the beans noticing? I could always-"

       He didn't have the chance to finish his sentence before the point of a needle was thrust to his face—mere inches away from a pierce that would leave him at a loss for words. He couldn't avert his gaze from the metal even if he tried. The light that reflected off of what surface he could see glinted as easily as gold—a mirror of what lie in the sky outside. Together the two breathed in silence yet held the still with anticipation; both of them daring the other to make the first move. Ranboo felt like he was being placed in the palm of Techno's hand all over again. Someone so large yet so strangely similar to him could easily kill him with a simple mistake. But there was no mistaking the tip of the makeshift sword that could make him blind with a single jab, whether with or without purpose. Or worse, and he didn't want to tempt fate. He didn't have a death wish.

       Ranboo released a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding, but it felt as though he were gulping in air instead. Even when he said, "I won't tell. Swear it."

       Tommy raised an eyebrow. "How can I trust you?" he sneered with a sudden distaste that made Ranboo shrink in on himself. "You're a bitty. Just 'cause they trust you doesn't mean that I will, too."

       Again silence enveloped the room, though the wire was less strained. Still the line had been drawn far too quickly, though Tommy's defensiveness couldn't be blamed. It was difficult to see from their persepective—whether their reasoning was from simple speculation or from true experience. If it was the latter, he would rather not risk being impaled by a sewing tool. What experience he did have with it he wasn't too fond of. But borrowers had their reasons, as did bitties and beans. They were all human. For all he knew Tommy could be breaking some kind of borrower code; he had already refused to borrow from the piebald. Tommy had already claimed his reason, but if that was the case, he could have left long ago. Heck, he didn't have to stand where he was now! Tommy was free to borrow anything from the household for as long as the beans remained at bay and there was no way for Ranboo to stop him.

       Together they stayed silent. Apart they spoke.

       "We could have a truce," Ranboo proposed. Tommy blinked, and the bitty caught the weapon lowering. Still he kept his breathing shallow when he explained, "I can't tell on you when they're not even here."

       Tommy hesitated. "Bullshit. I've seen you talk into this thing," he countered. His foot tapped on the screen that had now gone black for emphasis, uttering another swear.

       The bitty raised his hands slightly in mock surrender. "I won't even be able to reach them if they're out there—Techno said that he would call from Phil or Wilbur's phone to let me know that they're on their way back whenever they are. I'm alone."

       It was then that a borrower went rigid at the same time that the needle lowered, the tip now pointing to the ground. Ranboo realized this, but still he was as careful and in tune with every fibre of his being like an old piano. For a reason he didn't know, Tommy appeared wounded though no blood could be found on his body. Ranboo could see no sweat on the male's skin caused by the summer's heat, leaving him to only guess that slushed ice was flowing through his veins. The bitty couldn't help but to feel as though he were treading on thin glass, and that his mere existence was making it crack to shatter with the slightest bit of added weight that he couldn't help.

       "Is that why you want a truce?"

       It was spoken so softly that Ranboo almost missed it. He reached a hand up to rub the back of his neck. Tommy didn't react when he began, "Well... kind of, yeah. I've never really been alone without a bean for more than a night. It... it sucks, man. It sucks already. I guess I just want someone to be around and... uh... distract me; keep me from thinking about it. Just... talking like we have been, I guess, if this all counts as talking."

       He watched Tommy's eyes scrutinize his person, looking up and down. He was a lion sizing up his prey. "You want... you want me to just fuck around with you until your beans come back so you won't tell on me when they do. That's kind of a fucked up deal, Boob Boy."

       "That's not my name," Ranboo grumbled. He looked away with a flush of shame he prayed would only pass off as the sun's heat beginning to affect the lighter side of his skin. "But... kind of, yeah. It isn't a bribe, though. It's a truce."

       Tommy leaned against the sewing pin. "You can call it a deal and I still wouldn't be convinced."

       "Please? Come on—I don't want to be alone. They aren't gone every day like this; like they said. It'll probably only be for a few nights. You don't have to spend them with me. I just want someone to talk to."

       Something Ranboo couldn't see held Tommy back from further speaking his mind. He appeared to be looking to both sides of him, from one shoulder to to the next. Observing a transparent scale that was struggling to stay still enough for him to best weigh the consequences of what awaited him at each choice.

       Ranboo held his breath and reached a hand out to the blonde. It shook when he tried to hold it still. The borrower stared at the freckled skin before meeting Ranboo's eyes to which the latter blinked, trying not to take a step back and retract his hand. He was decently sure that Tommy wasn't going to stab him, but nothing was impossible. Especially not the chances that still stayed. But, really, he was beginning to debate on offering the borrower his whole house in exchange for some company. It wouldn't be anything relatively close to that of a bean's, nevertheless Techno's, but speaking to someone else was better than talking only to oneself.

       The hand that took his own was felt oddly smooth. Ranboo could feel some few, occasional rough patches from callouses on the palm of his hand. One he spotted betwixt the side and the top of his index finger. It was good to know that Tommy seemed to take care of himself, at least. "Deal. But if I'm late for you to drag me around, don't go telling on me. It's still hard sometimes to get from place to place. If you do, I'll- I'll stab a bitch. Probably you."

       "Thank you," Ranboo breathed. The weight still felt heavy on his shoulders; looming overhead like a tree to the forest floor. Waiting for him to become unsuspecting for its branches and all to make him collapse in one fell swoop. He wasn't the strongest bitty of the bunch, nor was he the weakest, but having an extra set of shoulders for him to lean on and to commune with wasn't something that he was going to take for granted. Tommy wasn't the most ideal companion, behavior and mannerisms considering, but Ranboo wasn't going to turn away an angel in disguise. Not if the blonde boy could be his saving grace within the span of a few days time. "I won't tell. Promise."

       "You better. Now tell me how to work this thing or I'm pushing you off. Damn thing shut off."

       "You don't know how to turn it on?"

       "I do! Of course I do—I just... agh. I know there's a way to without pushing the button. I don't think it'll work. Can't you just go down and..."

       The blue-eyed boy blinked as the screen suddenly lit up from beneath him. Ranboo watched as he appared to be momentarily paralyzed, looking beneath him in all directions as though his words alone had given him the answer. He was proven wrong when he looked over to the heterochromic other that had lowered again into a crouch. A hand remained on the screen. He said with a shrug, "All you have to do is tap it twice. It works as long as you're touching it with your skin."

       Tommy walked towards the top of the phone and glanced over the icons displayed before turning to the larger squares. "How the fuck can a screen be sensitive to skin?"

       Ranboo shrugged. "I don't know—I don't make them. I'm pretty sure I've seen it turn on without skin touching it, though. Like with clothes or something. When skin is beneath it."

       The borrower muttered something along the lines of weird motherfuckers before using a hand to swipe the screen. Though the image in the background remained the same the icons changed to reveal more. The more simplistic images within the white buttons carried similar colors and shapes, but the borrower had seen enough to know that they all had different functions and locations within the trickster device. What exactly he had yet to discern. The next screen held yet the same, however less boxes were present. Tommy's eyes only lingered at the imagery of the backdrop before shaking his head head.

       "Are you looking for something?" questioned the bitty.

       Tommy grunted. "I dunno—it's not every day that I get access to a bean's phone. What do you do?"

       "I usually just play games on his phone or talk to Billzo."

       "Who the fuck is that?"

       Ranboo caught himself smiling. "Another bitty. We've gone to teach other's houses sometimes."

       He felt eyes watching him though he remained still. He reached out a hand to sift through the phone's contents, looking at the icons before selecting one. He questioned casually, "How long have you been living here?"

       "What's it to you, bitch?" sneered the borrower.

       Ranboo shrugged. He leaned back to stretch his arms some before relaxing again. The heat of the day relaxed what muscles remained tense, giving him a sense of gratefulness. He was neither fond of cold nor heat, but that didn't necessarily mean that he wanted to be freezing or set on fire. He didn't need to be a bean to know that they, too, didn't like such things.

       "Well, if you've never seen him, then you had to have come here after then. I... can't remember the last time that he did come over here. I have it written down somewhere."

       Tommy took a sideways step. He bent his knees, resting the palms of his hands on them as he squinted at the screen. Seeing this as his cue and noticing that the game had finished its loading, Ranboo began to play by autopilot. Ones such as these didn't require much effort, and though his favorite was horror—sue him for getting scared; they can be cool!—there wasn't much that mobile games had to offer for the category that caught his attention. He certainly wasn't going to rid of it. Not since the day he caught Techno playing it. The bitty still had yet to decide on whether or not to pester the bean about this.

       "The last time that I heard you left the house was a few months ago," Tommy said. "I think so, anyway. Heck if I know."

       The piebald's heartbeat felt like it stopped more than once within the span of a second. He had to swallow down the adrenaline that tried to overtake his mind, and in doing so, it made his limbs feel like jelly. The colors dancing across the screen could only distract him so much from what threatened to make him spiral.

       "Wh... what? No. N- no, it... it can't have been that long since Billzo came over—I'm sure of it," insisted Ranboo to himself with a shake of his head. "I swear that it was just a couple of weeks ago. Right?"

       "I don't know, man!" replied Tommy. He spoke slowly, doubtful of to whom Ranboo was speaking to. It wasn't any new behavior, but now speaking to him face to face, the blonde wasn't sure what to think.

       He said quieter, "I said I could be wrong. I can't tell the time."

       Silence encompassed the room like a string around their necks. Amist this phantom noise Ranboo removed his hands to scoot back. To his favor Tommy caught on to the invitation and took it with glee, and with the eagerness of a child on Christmas day, dropped to his knees to tap fervently on the screen. His patience only wore thin when he realized that rushing in such a game as this was futile, and so with an obvious reluctance, slowed his pace.

       Ranboo drew his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around his legs as he watched. Thoughts pulsed through his mind like blood through a water pump whist watching the blonde indulge in such a simple game. A little feeling in the back of his mind told him that this wouldn't be the first time he would catch the borrower snooping around where he shouldn't, but from what Ranboo had garnered, this had been a common occurrence. But then, if so, how had he not been caught before? Surely yesterday's events couldn't have been the only time that Tommy had gotten caught between a rock and a hard place. If it was, and if he hadn't been a bitty, would the blonde have reacted any differently? If it meant staying alive without a sewing needle skewering him through the heart, then he would take it. Having his things borrowed wasn't as big of a deal, for he was happy with his life; he was happy with the trust that seemed to come as second nature to him for the beans that so loved him. By no means did he plan to take this for granted—nor did he think he would ever. But the fact that Tommy had remained undetected by all of them, including the piebald himself was a spectacle. How had Tommy done it? Was it sheer luck or stupendous skill? Questions such as these and more Ranboo suddenly found difficult to ask although an alliance had been formed. The air still felt too tight, and the summer's heat wasn't doing anything to sever it.

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I couldn't decide if I liked this section to be separated into two or to keep it at one, but I ultimately opted for the latter, 'cause the next chapter's word count makes this one look like a cake walk. This is has been super fun so far; I've never really put this much focus into one particular AU and added this much depth, so hopefully you'll enjoy what I have in store!

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This DSMP Bitty/Borrower AU belongs to me. Any similarities between this work and/or this AU and another are purely coincidental; everything written here comes from my own mind, and any inspirations taken will be listed within the notes of the corresponding chapter. Please contact me if there is an issue that can be resolved relating to this.

Chapters will be added approximately every two weeks until completion.

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Love the idea that both Miller households are just. Constantly in and out of each other’s houses. Tommy letting himself in Joel’s front door just like it was 20 years ago. Ellie sitting at Tommy and Maria’s kitchen table drawing because their kitchen has perfect light. Baby Miller barging in to Joel and Ellie’s and shaking the walls down on Saturday mornings, looking for someone to play with. Another way Joel and Maria could break the ice: one day Joel stops by his house in the middle of the day because he forgot something, only to find Maria sitting in his living room floor, hiding from her toddler/a fellow council member/disgruntled townsfolk/her husband/all of the above. Joel awkwardly offers her something to drink and the rest is history. It becomes a regular thing because Joel will even lie for her if anyone comes asking where she is.

#Joel miller #tommy miller #maria tlou #Ellie williams #the last of us #miller family tlou #Joel doesnt invite himself in to tommys house until he and maria are on good terms #But once they are hes always coming over to borrow something he cant find #Or to steal their coffee bc hes out #Or to find his kid

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One shot idea!!!! (cause more yes)

Neck cuddles.

That's it.

That's the prompt :3

hey beckyu! Here’s a lil oneshot for you, crimebois ofc :)

Thanks for the prompt and wow I haven’t written fluff in a bit (´∀｀*)

Chilly cuddles

Tw ~ being cold, mentions of freezing, slight unintentional fearplay, feeling vulnerable, grabbing, Tommyinnit with a borrower

word count ~ 830

Wilbur sat in his home, shivering. The borrower hated how little insulation there was in the little space of the walls. He felt like he was freezing and it could have been his small size, or maybe the lack of fabric scraps he had other than a small blanket… he was usually somewhat prepared for things, but the sudden winter chill snuck up on him. 

He knew he’d have to get warm somehow before he froze… or at least felt very chilly all night.

The sudden yelling from the outside of the walls caught his attention, and he got an idea, a stupid idea, but one that would work. Wilbur needed to get Tommy’s attention, then once the easy part was done, convince him to fix his cold problem. 

Wilbur set out to one of the secret exit tunnels of his home, walking out into the open of Tommy’s bedroom. He’d never get over the feeling of being exposed out in the open, even after months of being friends with the human family in the house. 

Though unfortunately, Philza and Techno were out of the house, leaving him with only the gremlin child to help, that’s never a good thing for him or his sanity.

“Tommy!”

He yelled up at the human playing games on his PC. He had to yell a few more times before he was able to get Tommy’s attention. Tommy looked down, locking eyes with Wilbur immediately. An instinctual shiver ran up Wilbur’s spine that wasn’t from the cold, but he held his ground.

“Wil! What’s up, big man?”

Tommy smiled at him, moving off his chair to sit on the ground in front of the borrower. Wilbur smiled up at Tommy with a slight eye roll at the nickname.

“Hey toms, could you get me a blanket or something? It’s cold.”

Tommy took notice of how Wilbur trembled, hunched over slightly with his arms wrapped around his torso, trying to retain body heat, and took pity on him.

“Ha, you look miserable.”

Tommy laughed at his misery as usual before Wilbur was grabbed. Tommy’s smug face took up his vision as Wilbur sat in his open palm. He usually hated grabbing and would yell a bit in protest, but this time, the warmth was appreciated.

He was taken to the living room as Tommy walked, albeit unsteadily, through the hallway and sat on the couch, putting Wilbur down on a blanket. It felt soft underneath him and Wilbur immediately grabbed a part of it to wrap himself in, though the leftover chill of it sitting in the cold air without body heat left him feeling colder.

Back to shivering, Wilbur groaned in annoyance.

“Tommy! I’m gonna freeze!”

“Well excuse me, I’m doing my best, thank you very much.”

“I don’t need your snark right now, child.”

Wilbur got a deep sense of satisfaction at the offended gasp that left the human's mouth. Though as he was grabbed again, that feeling soured back to annoyance.

“How dare you! I am the biggest man ever!”

The borrower winced at the volume of the yell, along with how close he was to the source as he was brought in front of Tommy’s face. 

However, Wilbur realized how much warmer it was the closer he was to Tommy… so that was a plus. Then he had an idea.

“Toms! Hey!”

He yelled, getting Tommy’s attention and effectively silencing him. Tommy looked curious to what the typically soft-spoken borrower had to say.

“Can I just… lay on you for a bit?”

“..huh?”

“Like…”

Wilbur narrowed his eyes at Tommy, looking him over before stopping at a spot on his shoulder near the crook of his neck.

“There.”

He pointed at the spot. Tommy attempted to tilt his head to look at the spot, but found it was out of his eyesight, too close to his neck.

“Uh.. why?”

Tommy looked at him questioningly, genuinely confused at why the borrower wanted to be so close to him, despite Wilbur’s usual insistence on being left alone during his off days. 

“Because I’m cold! Freezing even! And you’re warm, you human furnace.”

Wilbur glared with no real heat behind in. He knew Tommy would give in since the human never stood up an opportunity to be near the borrower.

That seemed to convince Tommy as he let out a laugh at the fuming look Wilbur had on, then carefully, or as careful as Tommy can be, he was placed on Tommy’s shoulder. Wilbur immediately struggled for balance and scrambled to cling to his neck, sitting right between the human's neck and hoodie collar, now secure. 

The two spent the rest of the night like that, with Tommy actually settling down and watching a movie while feeling the borrower doze off against his neck. If he took a few selfies for himself that his tiny brother would be embarrassed about in the morning, then that was his own business.

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Hope you enjoyed that lil oneshot, honestly fluff isn’t so bad every once in a while… I can just give all my characters angst… cough our little brother cough cough something to remember…

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[i-am-beckyu]

And the phone keeps ringing and ringing and ringing....

FIRST FIC OF THE NEW YEAR LETS GO!!!!!! Okay so firstly, this fic has gone full circle. It started as a fake fic title from me to @guppybubbles which she made a prompt for which I liked and the spawned a story so crazy how that works. Link to that post here. But yeah anyways this is that prompt in story form lol. Was a lot of fun to write so enjoy!

cw: Fear, fear of death, minor graphic gore descriptions but nothing fatal, panic, rats, ghosts, Uhhhh I think that's it. Just fluffy stuff lets be real <3 wc: 2923

Disclaimer! This story is based on the characters of the Dream SMP and not the real life content creators. Anything that occurs in this story is purely fiction and should be treated as such. Thank you.

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It started a few months ago.

Wilbur had moved into his new apartment, finally free of the constant pestering and confinement of living under his parents roof. Things had been great at first, well they had until his stuff had started going missing.

At first, he assumed it was rats or mice that had gotten into the apartment and had been causing a raucous, but he’d been assured by his Landlord that they made sure to do thorough checks and the last pest control visit had been not even a month ago before he moved in.

Fast forward to now after what had been a month long period of the man thinking his new home was haunted as things fell off shelves or strange noises made themselves apparent in the middle of the night, Wilbur was talking to said Ghost that had made his initial move a living terror.

Well looking back, maybe not a living terror but more of a mild inconvenience. 

Tommy- or so the ghost called himself, had been calling him from his friend Jack’s phone at least once or twice a day since the phone was misplaced, and got a call from said ghost proudly stating: “I can see youuu.”

At first, Wilbur was convinced it was just some kid that had stolen Jack’s phone (which technically it was), but after he tried to locate the phone and found the signal was in fact coming from his apartment and yet nowhere to be found, Wilbur relented and gave into the boy’s story. They certainly were adamant about not giving it back or ever showing themselves to get it.

But even if they did steal a phone just to play pranks, Wilbur couldn’t find it in himself to be mad at the boy (We pretend Jack’s feelings about a child stealing his phone are irrelevant). They seemed lonely and after a while, his fear of the ghost haunting his house evaporated and he found himself enjoying talking to Tommy. Tommy seemed to think the same as any chance he could, he seemed to be ringing and wanting to chat.

Like right now as his own phone started vibrating with the classic Xylophone trill, the display showing incoming call from ‘Ghost Gremlin’ on the illuminated screen.

He wondered how the phone hadn’t run out of credit yet. Ghost powers he assumed.

“Hey Gremlin. What’s new in the world from beyond today?”

“Oi! I’m not a Gremlin! I’m a Big Man Ghost! Get it right Wilbitch.”

“Oh my apologies. How’s the world from beyond Ghost gremlin?” The man chuckled as he tapped on speaker modes to continue with copying his music work down hands free.

Wilbur heard a soft groan through the speakers and could imagine the boy probably rolling his eyes.

“It’s fine I guess. Same boring dead plane. Dark and dreary but oh so boring. That’s why I’ve rung my favourite Human Bean.” Tommy responded gleefully.

That was something strange about Tommy. He always called Wilbur a Human Bean no matter how many times he tried to correct his pronunciation of Human Being. Wilbur persummed his ghost was probably something like age 10-12 since he didn’t really seem to know about a lot of things with the number of times he’d explain something despite knowing what a TV was. 

“Yeah I guess being dead would get boring if you lived in a place like that.” 

“Yep.” Tommy said, popping the p. “So what are you writing down? I see you’ve got your guitar out.” 

Wilbur smiled as he wrote down a few more lines in cursive. “I’m just writing out the final version of that new song I’ve been working on. I can play it for you when I’m done later.” “But Wiiiil! I want to hear it now!!!!” The boy drawled in a whiny tone. 

Wilbur practically could hear the pouting face Tommy was making through the phone line.

“You know I don’t get to hear music often. Can’t you just play that funny song about Jared now? You’ve already finished that one AND it’s one of my favourites.”

“Tommy, I literally played Your New Boyfriend for you when you called yesterday. I think you can wait a little bit.”

Tommy huffed in response, the ghost relenting a little mumbling an annoyed fine before the two settled into a comfortable silence. For a being that was quite literally intangible, Tommy sure had a way of making his voice sound very real.

This was how a majority of their calls would go. Simple small talk about whatever the two were doing in the moment or had to do until Tommy ended up going on a rant about something random and Wilbur was happy to listen. It’s how he ended up learning about Tommy’s strange love for mud and he himself sharing his love for eating sand. He’s never heard anyone sound more offended about eating sand for a snack. 

What? It’s good he swears!

But some of Tommy’s rant topics were strange. Like what need does a ghost have with needing fishing hooks or dental floss? He assumed that the boy must have had some unusual fascination with tiny things before he died because he seemed to be very particular about how things needed to be if he were suddenly shrunk.

Like today how the Ghosts rant topic was about Rats and what right royal pricks they were.

“Like you don’t understand Wilbur, Rats are the absolute worst! They just come marching into your space and then decide to go through all your food stores and eat it- which they’re never satisfied with by the way, before trying to take a bite of you!” Tommy explained.

“Yes they are quite wretched little creatures. I wouldn’t like it if one bit my hand either.” Wilbur agreed as he finished writing another verse.

“If I could, I’d stab them before they ever even got close. I’d take my sword and plunge it into their hearts, all heroic and stuff.” 

“Couldn’t you just use your ghost powers and I don’t know, fling them away?” 

How would a rat even bite a ghost? Ghost’s don’t exactly have tangible bodies, Wilbur thought. 

“Stabbing them sounds like a lot more work when you can’t actually touch them.”

“Well if you want to be a boring ghost you can. But what other ghosts do you know can stab their enemies?” “Well you-”

“NONE! EXACTLY!” Tommy shouted triumphantly. “I’m one of a kind Wilbur and the Poggest Ghost to ever live!” 

“Sure Tommy. Sure.”

The ghost feigned offense with a long gasp. “You dare doubt me, the great and powerful TommyInnit? I could destroy you if I wanted to, you know.”

“Yeah but you won’t.” Wilbur shot back. “You’re just a sad child that has no one better to talk to and would miss me if you destroyed your only friend.”

“I would not because A. I have lots of friends and B. I’m not a child.” The boy snapped.

“How does that even make sense?” Wilbur queried as he finished off the last few lines in cursive.

“It doesn’t have to make sense purely because I’m better than you.”

“Sure little man.”

The boy huffed through the phone line. “I’m not little.” 

“Little Baby Man.” the brunette teased.

“Stop it.” 

“Little Baby Man Child.”

“AM NOT A LITTLE BABY MAN! I’M A BIG MAN! BIGGER THAN YOU, THE WORLD OR EVEN THE UNI-”

“But you accept that you’re a child.” Wilbur smirked as he moved the papers to pick up his guitar.  Tommy groaned.

Yeah, Wilbur didn’t mind this at all.

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Wilbur played his guitar for a few more hours before Tommy eventually said his goodbyes to do ‘ghostly things’  as per usual for the night, leaving Wilbur the rest of the evening to settle down for bed. He’d been asleep probably an hour or so before being woken to the sound of his ringtone.

Groggily, Wilbur reached for his phone on the nightstand, half asleep as it rang. Instead of grabbing it though, he accidentally knocked it to the ground earning a groan from the man as he lazily searched the ground for it. Just as he grabbed the phone, the call rang out leaving one new voice mail message in his notifications.

Blearily ignoring who the message was from, he opened his phone and tapped on the voicemail raising it up to listen. 

‘You have one-new-voicemail BEEP!’

“Wil, WILBUR!”

Hang on. That sort of sounds like Tommy.

“PICK UP YOUR PHONE! PLEASE WIL! I NEED HELP!”

Wilbur bolted upright now fully wide awake. Tommy was in trouble. He needed help. Where was he? How could he help a ghost?

Before his mind could divulge into further panic, his phone rang again and Wilbur didn’t hesitate to answer.

“Tommy? Tommy, where are you? Are you okay? I-”

“WILBUR HELP ME PLEASE! IT’S HERE! IT’S GOING TO GET ME AND I’M CORNERED! I’M GONNA DIE I PLE-” The cries of the boy sending the brunette into panic mode.

“WOAH WOAH woah Tommy I need you to calm down for me.” Wilbur tried, listening to the labored breaths of the ghost on the other line. “I need you to tell me where you are so I can come help, can you do that.”

“I- I’m.. Uh. I CAN’T TELL YOU! YOU’LL HATE ME!” The boy yelled between hiccupped breaths as they began to cry, loud thumping and hisses filling the background noise.

“Tommy, all I care about is finding you to help, I’m not going to hate you.”

“But you will! Everyone hates me when they find out!”

Tommy had never sounded so terrified before. Wilbur never truly believed anything could hurt the ghost before, but whatever had them so panicked must be serious and the increase in thrashing noises was not easing his nerves.

“Toms, I could never hate you. I want to help you, but I can’t do that unless you tell me where you are.” 

“I- Promise?” Desperation clear in the boy's voice.

“I promise.”

There was a brief pause from the boy before they shakily instructed him into the Hallway.

“Okay, open the closest and I’m in there.”

A loud screech came through the phone's speakers followed by a cry in pain before Tommy was screaming for help through the speakers.

“WILBUR HURRY! I CAN’T HOLD THEM OFF FOR MUCH LONG—.” 

“Tommy? TOMMY?!”

The line was dead.

Wilbur had never run faster in his life. His mind spiraled with horrid thoughts at what that sound was and why Tommy would be in his closet, but despite the ridiculousness of it, his focus was on helping his friend. 

As he approached the closet, the sound of muffled hissing and shrieking filled his senses and Wilbur was quick to fling open the closet. 

Nothing.

Wilbur stood confused but the noises didn’t cease, only growing louder now the door was open. He followed the sound down to the floor, realising that whatever it was, was beneath the floorboards.

Wilbur was quick to act and ran to grab something from the kitchen to pry the boards up, the sounds growing worse with every passing second. As soon as he had what he needed, Wilbur started heaving each nail out from the floor, prying the board up to reveal what was beneath. With one final pull, the board came loose, and the man yanked the board back revealing an unseemly sight.

A huge rat was scratching and gnawing at what appeared to be a tiny wardrobe. It hadn’t seemed to notice Wilbur yet, hell bent at getting whatever was inside the little cupboard. It was when the rat tried head butting the cupboard did a terrified scream hit his ears.

The brunette grabbed the rat in an instant, gripping the thing tightly as it writhed and screeched in his grasp. Quickly he stood and moved to take it outside where he threw it;  standing there, panting heavily watching as it landed with a thump before whimpering away. 

What just happened?

He barely had any time to dwell on it further before tiny little thumps could be heard coming from back down the hall. 

Tommy

“Tommy!” Wilbur rushed back inside and crouched down on his knees as he observed what laid before him. “Tommy are you alright?”

Despite it being wrecked, it appeared to be a miniature room. Small fairy lights lined the walls and small trinkets made up what could be a wrecked table and chair, sprawled all over the place from the intrusion of the rat. But what really shocked Wilbur, was seeing Jack’s old phone slightly banged up beneath part of a broken floor board in the corner.

Gingerly, Wilbur reached out and lifted it from the debris, to inspect if it was actually real or his imagination. It indeed was the very same phone Jack lost and somehow was even plugged into a charging port.

What is all this? 

“Tommy are you?” Wilbur asked, confusion lacing his voice. Why was Jack’s phone in a tiny room? Where was his friend?

Suddenly, the wardrobe the rat had been so interested in moved. Wilbur set the phone down as the small piece of furniture jerked again, making it wobble ever so slightly in place. 

With bated breath, Wilbur carefully reached forward, gently picking up the tiny wardrobe between his thumb and pointer finger bringing it into his palm. 

It was banged up badly from how the rat had been trying to tear into it, but intact. What was it about this that had the rat so enthralled?

Trying the best he could, Wilbur grabbed the tiny little door knob and pried the door open. 

Wilbur froze, dumb founded at what was hidden inside.

Staring at him with blue eyes blown wide in terror, was a tiny little blonde boy, pushed far back into the wardrobe as humanly possible, gripping the sides with all their might. Their breathing was labored and they looked worse for wear, tears through their little jacket and angry red scratches littering their arms, some even appearing to be smeared with blood.

“What on earth?” Wilbur’s brow crinkled in confusion. 

He was holding a tiny person in a wardrobe.

A tiny person that had almost been killed by a rat.

The tiny boy’s eyes darted all over the place, seemingly trying to figure out how to escape the mess they were in, as Wilbur tried to process that he was holding an entire person within his palms. How was this even possible?

“I- ” The tiny person begged, Wilbur’s full attention locked onto them as tears continued to stream down their face. “Please don’t hurt me Wilby!”

Tommy?!

No. No Tommy was- Tommy is a Ghost that made random phone calls. Tommy that loved his music and mud that was very much a ghost and not a tiny little person.

“Tommy?” Wilbur brought his free hand to cover his mouth. “What. How?”

“Please don’t hate me! I’ll leave! You’ll never see me again, just don’t hurt me!” The little boy pleaded, curling into themselves in an attempt to hide themself.  “I never meant for this to happen. You weren’t supposed to know and now you’ll-” 

“Tommy, Toms calm down. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Yeah right! That’s when you thought I was a ghost! Now you know the truth and I can’t do anything about it.” the boy sobbed. 

Wilbur hated how small Tommy looked. He was always so bright and full of life when they spoke on the phone, but now it was like holding a fragile flower. So small, so delicate, so precious and in need of protection. He just wanted to reach out and hold them close.

“Tommy, look at me please.” Wilbur pleaded, waiting patiently for the boy to look at him before he continued.

“Tommy, I would never hurt you. Yes you pretended to be a ghost and took Jack’s phone, but that doesn’t change how I feel about you.” Tommy lifted his head and swiped his arm across his nose of snot and tears as Wilbur continued.

“You’re one of my best friends Tommy. I don’t talk to anyone nearly as much as I do with you and I care about you, whether you’re a ghost or not.” Wilbur brought Tommy a bit closer to himself, lifting the tiny boy up to be eye level.

“Besides, I made a promise to not hate you, remember? I intend to keep it.”

Tommy's lip began to wobble, before the boy burst into tears, unable to hold himself back any longer. 

“I’m sorry Wilby!” The boy cried as they crawled out of the wardrobe onto the man's hand. “ I wanted to tell you but I was scared.” 

“Shh it’s alright.” Wilbur assured, setting the wardrobe down before bringing Tommy close to his chest protectively. “I’ve got you and it’s all going to be okay.”

While this whole ordeal was crazy and strange, in this moment it didn’t matter.

They’d have to talk about why the boy was living in the man’s floors and why he pretended to be a ghost in the first place (not to mention how and why Tommy was like 3 inches tall) but that could all wait for later.

Wilbur loved Tommy more than the boy ever understood, and it brought great joy to Wilbur that finally, he was able to meet his pseudo little brother face to face. They’d figure everything out eventually, but for now-

This was enough.

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AND THANK YOU IF YOU READ TO THE END!!

For real this was fun to write and I did it all in one sitting lol. Was good to just smash out a short project that was something new and different. It took me far too long to get around to editing it though lol. Thank you Squishy and Munchkin for Beta reading. You're the best! ❤️❤️❤️

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I MEAN LOOK AT THIS! IT'S THE WARDROBE SCENE! When I tell you I squealed in delight when I saw this I mean it. I walked into work grinning because it's all I could think about lol. Thanks again beautiful! Truly gifted you are <3

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In order to thank @dingbatnix for helping me stumble upon the story I'd been looking for, I offered to write them a Mcyt story! This is the outcome of my endeavor and I think it's cute. I wrote all of this from just being asked for Primeboy noms.

This isn't the best but I enjoyed writing this regardless!

Apex Insight

Word Count: 3,972

Warnings: Vore, mentions past life-threatening events, and cursing.

Dream wasn’t a bad person. Tommy knew this now after the months they’d been around each other. His human seemed rather sweet and kind despite everything going on around them and he was well aware of how protective he could be. Being warned about his friends before they even were allowed to come over was enough to help him understand where they both stood with one another. 

Clay saw him as a close friend and Tommy saw him like an older brother. 

Regardless of the familiar feelings between them both, he had felt horrified about meeting other people. The human wouldn’t let anything happen, that was clear, but he couldn’t guarantee his safety since some things couldn’t be anticipated. George and Nick seemed really lovely with the latter even asking to be called Sapnap instead. He found riding on their shoulders and even sleeping in their hoodies amazing since it helped his nesting needs. 

Tommy got to basically join in on their hangouts whenever they were congregating at the apartment. He was scared of the world outside. He knew this over everything. There was one time he tried to sneak out of the place via Clay’s college bag and within moments he’d started to freak out. He was lucky the blonde human had heard his panicked whimpers before he’d left the driveway or else he probably would have passed out due to his fear. 

Of course, that was what led them to what everyone was trying right now. Each and every single one of them was trying to convince him to leave. Not permanently, of course, just to try to handle a block or so with Dream. He wasn’t sure about this.

The last time they had convinced him to try something new he had to experience Brussels sprouts, or as he liked to call them, dog shit. All three of them had busted into laughter the moment he gagged. It was so gross and bitter. Trying vegetables wasn’t the greatest experience but he learned he liked carrots and broccoli… if they were drowned in a strange dip? Sapnap called it, vegetable ranch dip. Despite the name, he enjoyed it. They gave him coke afterward, at least that was more sweet than the veggies. 

He was adamantly denying their desires. Yeah, it was nice out, and no one would be around for a few hours but he couldn’t do it. Right before he’d moved into the apartment complex and ended up in Dream’s flat, he’d almost died. The cold had been miserable and 2 years ago he’d not even been 14 yet. Animals were frightening and some raccoon almost made a snack out of him. It was the main reason he felt… unsure. 

“Come on Tommy! It isn’t that bad, there is even a kid's playground a few blocks away.” Sapnap started to try and convince him. He refused to go to a playground. Whatever that was.

“I’m not a fucking kid!” He yelled out, quickly stepping from his shoulder to Dream’s as he started to scramble into his hoodie. Sitting against his neck and between the fabric of his shirt and the jacket was nice. He liked the feeling of Clay’s signature green hoodie on his body, it reminded him of his nest and the fact he had more access to softer and thicker fabrics. The warmth of his body was the icing on the cake for the perfect comfortable napping spot. 

The small chuckle that left the tall blonde shook his small body but he wasn’t mad. He liked to be close to his big brother as his tail carefully wrapped around his neck and under his Adam's apple. He felt his body vibrate as he spoke up. “Come on Toms, you’ll have to get over it eventually.” He stated simply.

“Yeah! Eventually you assholes!” He concurred as his small form hid under the fabric slightly. He couldn’t bring himself to do this yet. Tommy took a moment to steel his feelings before George gave a small comment.

“How about we all go out to the balcony? It’s outside but it’s an environment we can control.” He found himself contemplating it. Tommy didn’t think this would be that bad. He would be outside and it wasn’t like he had to move away from where he was currently perched. 

His moment of silence was interrupted as Dream got up from where he was, causing the borrower to wobble into the nook of his collarbone. “I can try.” The blonde found himself mumbling as he pulled himself back to his shoulder, getting back into his comfortable purchase. 

His moment of resolve had to be immediately ruined as the three humans were quick to holler about how many things they could finally show him once he was comfortable being around other people, but Tommy found himself shaking at the idea. Outside and people were two different things. He felt Dream’s hand gently brush against his side, causing him to move and bring himself back down into his palm.

Tommy was larger compared to some kinds of borrowers, the smallest he’d ever seen was a few inches but here he was as big as a human hand. He sat in his hold without much fear, kicking his legs over the side as he leaned back into his thumb. He liked being caressed in Dream’s grip.

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The balcony actually hadn’t been that bad in his opinion. The sun and wind had felt nice while giving him a chance to bathe in the light. It meant he was teased for acting like a cat, but he couldn’t help it! Tommy has spent around 16 years in the walls, getting to sit out in raw sunlight was an experience he enjoyed. He understood why they’d been pushing him to get past his fears but it wasn’t like he would actually let them know this. Once George and Sapnap had left he found himself sitting right next to the open screen door, taking in the scents and sunshine. Dream walking around the apartment, he knew this, probably making dinner or working on something around their home. 

He found his eyes drifting as he watched clouds go by and the sun slowly start to set. “Tommy!” Only to realize he’d zoned out as he glanced over his shoulder, his human crouching near him with his hand out. The borrower scrambled to his feet, running over to his hand and clambering into his palm without any struggle. He smiled brightly as he held onto his thumb to ensure that he did not fall. His eyes were brightly shining and now that he thought about it, they looked a lot like the sky. 

Tommy let his tail wrap around Dream’s ring finger as he heard him continue with the started conversation. “I made dinner it’s not something you’ve had yet.” He said simply. He felt his small body grow a little dizzy at the speed before it was slowed down. He took note of the giant sheepish smile before he resumed. “It’s called Egg-drop soup. My mom used to make this all the time.” He told him without much thought. 

He’s never met Clay’s family. The borrower was doubtful this was on purpose but he wasn’t upset regardless. Family wasn’t something he had so it wasn’t like it really mattered. “That sounds good! I like eggs but why is it called Egg-drop soup?” He asked swiftly as he was set down on the table, slipping off without much effort as he smiled. 

“Well, you drop egg whites into the broth as it cooks in order to cause these little strings,” Dream told him as he sat down a small take-out container. He knew this was once used for some kind of condiment but it was better than Tommy having to eat from a medicine cup. “The broth is made of chicken broth and egg yolks so it’s called Egg-drop soup.” 

He found himself nodding as he looked down at the pale yellow soup, the small strings were big in his opinion but he knew full well they were small for Clay. “If you buy it instead of making it, it’ll be this bright yellow color because people add yellow food dye to make it more appealing. I don’t really see why but it doesn’t change the taste.” 

Tommy moved to reach his hands into the soup. The bits of egg were too big for his whittled spoon but he wasn’t one to shy away from messy eating. He couldn’t help an eager purr at the seasoned taste that spread across his tongue. This was one of the best things Dream had made over the few months they’d known each other. 

The low chuckle that left his human wasn’t a surprise considering he was very prone to this kind of reaction as he felt his tail sway. “Good?” He heard the blonde question before digging into his own meal without any question. 

He could feel his body warm up from the inside with each and every mouthful. He knew he wouldn’t be able to stomach the entire cup, he never could, but he was happy enough to not care. Dream, as always, finished his own bowl of soup before he did. It wasn’t very surprising considering he was aware that his handfuls still lost plenty of it due to how much would drip out between his fingers and such. 

Tommy was licking his fingers to clean up the residue of broth as he finished up, motioning to his friend to take the container. With practiced ease he watched Clay scoop up the bowl, throw his head back, and gulp down the content. He wasn’t very surprised, well aware he didn’t need much to be fed but he still found himself fascinated every time he did this. 

He’d heard rumors about how humans had these things called storage. It was described as a pouch in the abdominal area practically right next to the stomach. He didn’t really think it was true, and he was always tempted to ask but he remembered something that an elder had once told him. She’d claimed the easiest way to tell if a giant had one of these sacs was if they had sharp fangs. He’d been curious for a while but Dream had always been careful about that kind of stuff. 

He knew he had them, Tommy had snuck up to him one night after he’d dozed off. It had been hard to wiggle his hands under his lips in order to make enough of a gap to see. The one advantage he had was his natural night vision. It let him take notice of the sharper canines in the front of his mouth that slightly faded towards his molars with each passing tooth. It had frightened him just as much as it had piqued his curiosity. 

Of course, this was a risk but Clay had known about his kind before they’d even properly met. It was the main reason he’d revealed himself to a human in the first place. He’d been desperate to eat and had no choice but to beg for something from him. 

Last winter had been harsh, actual mice kept getting to what had been left out for him and it led to a lot of problems for the two of them but he grew attached and it seemed his human had to. 

“Dream?” Tommy felt himself shake as he mustered up his courage. If he could manage to step outside without being dragged or forced he could do this. It may have not been far, just a balcony by human standards, but for him, it was a wonder of his life. 

The borrower wrung his hands together as he looked up, green eyes settling on his trembling form as he heard a worried voice shake the air. “Are you alright, Tommy?” His human was concerned and as bad as it made him feel he needed to feed his desires. Mice were curious by nature and he was considered part mouse so it made complete sense. 

“I’m fine dickhead! I just have a question…” He mumbled before he placed his hands in his lap. “Do… Do you know about storages?” He asked softly. It wasn’t in his normal confident way, he knew this would set alarm bells off but he didn’t want to confuse the everloving fuck out of Dream if he had no idea. 

He watched as his human paused, seemingly fine before he watched color flush up his face. Tommy felt confused, he expected more anger or confusion but not…

Embarrassment?

His tail swayed with his curiosity as he went ahead and stepped closer. Dream had to know what he was talking about, why else would he react in such a way? He went ahead and smiled as he crept closer knowing full well the bright green eyes that settled on his small form were aware of his teasing. 

“Clay? How does it work?” He asked as he put his hands up and reached for his friend, giving grabby hands as he asked to be held. “Please!” He begged. The borrower giggled as he was removed from the table and felt warm hands under him. A part of him was nervous, after all, he’d been told that storage was inside a person. If it was near his stomach then… 

Well, he’d have to be eaten. Right, that's how it would have to work… But being eaten was a huge fear for his kind. He couldn’t do that… but he had to curb his curiosity like many of his kind before him. “W-well..” The human started before he stuttered and looked down towards him.

Tommy did his best to give him his biggest and brightest puppy dog eyes. He was hiding his fear with his smile as he pleaded with his gaze. The finished sigh that escaped Dream told him all he needed to know as he spoke. “Well, in the past, people saw borrowers as food. I don’t know all of the details.”

“We developed the sacs in order to... Well originally held food for later but plenty of people ended up using it to keep your kind safe. So it no longer held the purpose of digesting things. It stopped having a purpose so plenty of people lost it as generations passed. Some people still have it.” The man added before Tommy reached up. He wasn’t sure about this but he needed to know. 

“Could… Would you store me?” The blonde borrower asked before he pushed his hands against his lips. “I know you have one… because of your teeth.” He added to help Dream understand where he was coming from. He knew full well they wouldn’t hurt to try it out. 

“Think about it this way, if I can hide inside of you then I can confront my fears somewhere safe. I won’t overreact or panic because I can’t see anything.” He started to ramble on before he took notice of how a smile spread up to his cheek. He could feel his own face flushing and becoming a bright shade of red. 

“Toms, are you telling me you’ve been curious about this since we met?” His human asked smugly making the comment as the borrower was slightly pulled from his face. Tommy didn’t hesitate to kick his leg and speak up.

“Maybe I have! It’s none of your business dickhead! Don’t get your panties in a twist!” He called out as he crossed his arms before turning his head away. The all-too-familiar chuckle almost broke his gise of confidence before he heard him speak up.

“Well, I can at least give you this..” Dream muttered, his face just as bright. 

This got him thinking… This was just as embarrassing for him as it was for the human. He had to be just as flustered and unsure as he was but they were both going to experience this together. It made him feel like a little kid again, happy to be allowed to go out borrowing on his own instead of being overwatched by an adult. 

“I know how to.” He started making the smaller blonde look up in surprise. “I got into a lot of trouble as a kid, so having this little pocket I could put things in was a nice way to get out of trouble for a moment or two.” There was so much Tommy didn’t know about Clay and this was what he really needed to help ingrain this fact into his memory. He found himself quiet as he was brought up close. 

His instincts wanted him to run away. He knew what was about to happen as he sat down, placing his hands in his lap he gave an anxious shiver as he was held close. Having both of Dream’s hands under him was nerve-racking but he was well aware he was doing it to give him more room to shift or move if he felt uncomfortable. The heat under him as his tail swayed, displaying his overwhelming curiosity, was quick to feel ice cold as he watched his lips part. 

His abdomen twisted and squeezed at the sight. He could make out his teeth and how blinding white they seemed to be despite how his lips seemed to block them. Clearly to try and keep his anxiety deep down. The way the light behind them allowed him to take notice of the glistening saliva that spread across every part of his mouth and sunk into each crevice. 

He tried to ignore the scent his mouth seemed to waft off. It wasn’t the best thing but it was better than he expected to smell. Regardless of this, he found himself leaning forward and placing his hands on his lower lip. He couldn’t help letting his own mouth drop open in awe as the human’s tongue curiously pushed towards his little fingers. 

The warm slime that began to coat his palms made him slightly cringe but it wasn’t as bad as he expected. Dream’s nervous breath washed over him allowing him to understand just how similar they were. As he’d pointed out earlier, both of them were just as embarrassed and unsure but they both wanted this. Tommy knew this. 

As he slid his hand inside, settling his upper body’s weight onto the pink muscle in front of him. He felt the tongue twitch and squish as he pushed his hands deeper into the moving flesh. The sudden gasp that left the large blonde made him burst into laughter.

“Oh My Prime! Y-you’re more scared than I am!” He called out as he gasped for his breath only to feel his weight unbalanced and his body slip forward. He spit out any spit that got into his mouth after his face planted into the muscle, his legs kicking slightly in an attempt to help himself righten his form in order to sit up. The warmth was surprisingly intoxicating. He found it more inviting than frightening despite being in the mouth of something his kind has always seen as a hunter. 

Tommy let his gaze drift to look around the space he sat inside. His eyes turned to the cheeks, allowing him to focus on the white discolored tissue that decorated some spots of the internal side pouches. He was well aware of how Dream was prone to biting his tongue when he focused so, by his guess, it had to be from that. Right? Still, he found himself tilting his head out of curiosity only to feel a glob of clear, hot slime drip onto his head. “Shit!” He yelled out as he moved, slipping and falling onto his back in his desperate attempts to right his balance. 

The small fit Clay burst into at his action almost went completely unnoted as he felt himself bring his hands onto his chest. As he watched the roof of his mouth, he took in the small harsh ridges and the sharp, animalistic-like teeth before his eyes drifted back to see the uvula danging over a darkening abyss. He felt his anxiety spike once more but he took a deep breath before he lifted one hand over his head. He gave the softer pallet a very gentle pat as he spoke up. “Alright, you big dumbass! Send me into your black hole of a storage!” He yelled out as he kicked his legs letting his tail wrap around his left thigh as he closed his eyes.

Tommy could feel the hesitance they both held but he wasn’t worried. Dream wasn’t going to hurt him nor would he allow him to stay in his stomach if he somehow ended up in that unforgiving space. He gently shifted but as he felt the tongue under him shift, forcing his head to slip back and bump against the entrance of his throat and slightly past his tonsils. 

It didn’t even take a second before he heard the moving of muscles as they squelched and opened before a gulp filled his senses. His torso was pushed against the walls before his body was grabbed and tugged downwards. He yelped at the sudden motion, kicking his legs slightly as one arm was trapped above his head and the other pinned to his chest. 

Tommy kicked his legs as he was forced down and into the tight tube that seemed to be endless as he felt himself being forced into an upside-down fall. He didn’t like the sensation very much since it was forcing saliva down his nose and into his respiratory system. The soft sound of pounding only seemed to grow even louder as a soft wooshing filled everything around him before his head hit something rather rough. Without a moment's warning, he felt his body push through after it softened up only leading to him tumbling into an open space. The lack of a sour or a sulfur smell and a very shallow puddle was enough to tell him he wasn’t in his stomach. 

Within a second he felt weight against his back, causing him to scramble to an upright position. There wasn’t as much room as he expected. He couldn’t lay flat or really sit straight up without hitting a wall and stressing out his surroundings. He smiled a little as he moved, pushing his own hands against the weight against the wall. He felt it shift around him as soon as he made contact as Clay’s voice boomed all around his space. 

“Toms. Is it okay in there?” He asked, voice shaking slightly. The nerves explained the heavy pounding that seemed ever so concerned. 

“Yeah! I’m a big man! Nothing can scare me!” He found himself yelling. He figured this was the best choice since he was buried in the human’s body at the moment. Of course, his snark had to be followed with some in return as his friend spoke up.

“Yeah, like how you weren’t scared of taking a walk around the block.” Dream told him with obvious humor riding his tone. He didn’t hesitate to kick out, his foot coming in contact with the shifting flesh and it simply flexed in response to his small weight. He growled at the comment and turned to lie on his side. It didn’t take much before he felt the warmth and shifting walls all-encompassing his body. It really reminded him of the nests he had made in the walls before and the plush one in Dream’s end table. It was overwhelmingly comfortable. 

Not that he would admit this.

“Fuck off.” Tommy grumbled in response as he crossed his arms over his chest, a soft smile creeping across his face as he nuzzled into the walls. He had a feeling this wouldn’t be the only time they’d do this. 

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[artlesscomedic]

Y’all remember borrowers, right? Okay yeah that

#sleepy bois inc #smp tommy #smp techno #smp philza #smp wilbur #smp mumza #sbi borrowers au

[dingbatnix]

Hii I love Venture so much!

Tommy knows which humans he can trust but i have a feeling he wasn't alone b4 as if he had another borrower friend?

Am I correct? :^

Omg it makes me so happy that you liked it! <3

And yes, you are absolutely correct! He did have another borrower friend before he got kidnapped. it's absolutely who you'd expect it to be, but...not in the most conventional way that you'd think!

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[munchkin1156]

I have fallen (but have faith, for I shall rise once more)

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Borrower Techno with rest of sbi as god's? More likely than you think :D

2.2k words for part one, definitely going to make a part two because I'm not about to LEAVE y'all on a cliffhanger like that.

(Cw: Blood, injuries, mention of death (non happens) swearing, angst, accidental fearplay and Techno passes out due to blood loss.)

Hope you enjoy my (technically) first addition to the mcyt g/t community from my user!

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Technoblade wasn’t like other borrowers.

Other borrowers didn’t have voices in their heads, who screamed at him for blood, grew emotionally attached to the most random things, or know things that helped him evade capture multiple times.

Other borrowers didn’t have memories that never existed, searing into his brain at moments when he loses themselves, of friendships with beings of power, of him being a being of power, of falling from the clouds for a crime he did not do.

When his sword is stained red from those who wronged him, then in his head it rings. When the voices, or as he called them, Chat, started chanting. It never made sense, what they chanted.

Blood for the blood god

And it scared him, not knowing what it meant. But he couldn’t dwell on it now, just like he couldn’t dwell on it yesterday. He was a borrower, and that meant he needed to borrow.

Techno stepped outside of the comfort that was the shelter that he had been using for the past week. Being a wandering borrower, he didn’t have a home, exactly. He wandered from place to place, travelling lightly and swiftly, being able to escape at a moment's notice.

He had bases in some places, so he could restock and rest for a bit, but he was exploring a new area and that came with the consequence of not knowing where safety lay, so if a bean were to see him, he might not be able to get out of there fast enough.

But it wouldn’t come to that. Techno was an amazing borrower, and his motto was literally ‘Technoblade never dies’. He started walking through the long grass, humming to himself. He wouldn’t get caught, he was certain of it.

So why did he feel so uneasy?

. . .

“Hey- Hey! Stop it!” He whispered, whipping his sword out as an act of defence. The crow squawked defiantly but didn’t stop trying to pick him up with its beak.

Techno groaned. Crows were always nice to him, and they were one of the few things that gave him those memories other than blood. 

Memories of black wings surrounding him, feeling safety and warmth, and when he looked into those eyes-

Other things that did this were music, especially guitars or discs, the colour red, and that one statue. It had been in some rich fucker’s garden, and from what he had overheard the people in it were gods, whatever that was.

Their names, according to the beans he had been eavesdropping on, were Philza, Angel of Death, a golden blonde man with large black crow wings, a fatherly expression on his face as he stared at Soot, the god of music and chaos, a brunette who was laughing and ruffling the hair of Innit, god of discs and the wilderness.

And, standing a little bit away from the others, was a statue with its head gone. According to one of the beans, it was because they had been banished from the kingdom above, for a crime so terrible, and therefore been erased from history.

He also heard them say that it turned out to be an accident, that DreamXD, had framed him. But by that time it was discovered, it was too late, and he had been cast down, though it is said those three gods still search for him, in the hopes that they could bring him back.

They said his name was Blade, the god of war and blood. And that’s how he got his name. 

Technoblade.

And, another funny thing is, no matter how hard he sees those gods as Philza, Soot, and Innit, like the man described, some hidden part of his mind changes that to Phil, Wilbur, and Tommy. But that was beside the point.

The point was, that no matter how nice the crows were to him, they kept trying to take him somewhere.

Usually, they’d stop if he complained or shouted, or drew his sword (never intending to kill, just to scare them off) and they’d stop. But this one was even more persistent, and Techno realised now that he’d either have to fight it (something he would like to avoid if possible, he liked crows and they sometimes brought him gifts) or run.

He chose the latter, dashing to the side the moment the crow grabbed him. It squawked in outrage and Techno realised that it couldn’t chase after him on foot, with its legs like sticks. Birds were meant to fly, not walk.

‘Looks like I win this time, eh?’

He thinks, grinning to himself. The crow that he escaped from cawed loudly, and he only had a split second to wonder what that could mean before another crow SWOOPS down out of nowhere and yoinks (he’s not even sure what that word means but it seems about right for this situation) him up in its claws.

He had jinxed it. Techno didn’t believe in superstition, but he was certain that was what had happened.

The pinkette struggled in the crow's grasp, desperate to get free before it took him to… Well, wherever it was taking him. But it was no use. He wondered why it was so determined to bring him wherever it was going. Techno supposed he’d find out, soon enough.

Eventually, after a few minutes of flying, the borrower noticed something very, very strange. The crow was taking him up. And by that, he meant really, really high up. The world below was barely visible, as they went higher and higher, through the clouds.

And once they came out of the clouds, Techno couldn’t believe his eyes.

“The kingdom above… Fucking hell it’s real…”

He muttered to himself in awe. It was made out of pristine white shining material that might’ve been made out of the clouds themselves, with magical glowing lanterns floating in the air.

Techno’s first thought was that it belonged to the ruler of this kingdom, or at least some kind of person in power, I mean it was so fine and well-kept that it had to be, right? Wrong.

On closer inspection, he realised that the people walking down below were… Normal. This was a normal town here, and these were normal civilians.

The crow flew past it though, taking Techno with it. Its wingbeats never slowed, and it showed no sign of tiredness. This was no ordinary crow, he was sure of it.

And this was no ordinary place. Chat had stopped talking altogether, and his mind felt as if it was his own, at last. It was as if someone wanted him to be peaceful, but that was silly since he was literally getting kidnapped by a bird.

What a great day Techno was having, right?

Aaaaand now the crow was flying down, towards three people that looked awfully familiar, but he just couldn’t put his finger on it and then-

Oh fuck that’s Philza, Soot and Innit. He’d recognize them anywhere, after the incident with the statue. Oh, he’s fucked. He’s going to die, oh stars he needs to get out of this mess-

‘But aren’t the gods his family?’

He brushed that thought off with a shudder. Why on earth did he keep thinking stuff like that!? It didn’t make any sense, and you better believe that he was gonna get to the bottom of this.

Not today though. He was about to get caught by some of the most powerful beings in the entire universe, and he’d actually rather not. He valued his life, after all. So he did what any self-respecting borrower would do and fucking stab the bird.

Techno hadn’t particularly wanted to stab the crow. As he might’ve mentioned before, he liked crows. There just hadn’t been another choice. 

And it had worked.

The crow dropped him with a screech, alerting the three gods immediately. Their gazes fell on the bleeding crow who flew over to them with a lot of effort and landed on Philza’s outstretched arm. It healed almost instantly.

But the pinkette didn’t know any of this, because he happened to be falling when that situation had played out. And when Techno hit the ground, he felt his body scream out in pain and his head ring in agony.

The world around him felt loud and blurry. His head seemed to be sticky with what he could only assume was blood. He forced himself to stand, he needed to get out of here, needed to be safe-

Chat was back now,  just as incoherent and jumbled as his thoughts, and from what he managed to make out, delusional. They kept saying something about… Dadza? Who the hell was- Oh. Wait what!?

So Chat was no help. 

Techno winced. He couldn’t think, everything was just so loud and it hurt so damn much and he couldn’t understand and oh fuck did one of the Gods? beans just spot him and oh no they’re all walking towards him now.

The borrower’s eyes widen, and he couldn’t help but shrink back as the three gods towered over him, eyeing him over with such a strange expression of hope and longing that made Techno wonder if he actually was delusional.

The silence was broken when one of the gods, Innit, spoke up, voice breaking slightly and eyes glazed, as if holding back tears.

“Holy shit… Is it him? Like, really him?”

Philza responded, managing to sound calm and yet so desperate that it made Techno’s cold heart shatter, though he was not sure why.

“I don’t know Tommy (wait WHAT-), why don’t we ask him instead of talking over his head?” The angel of death suggested, and now they were all staring at him again, possibly even more intensely than before.

“So,” Philza said curiously. “Who are you, why did you stab my crow and why did it try to bring you here?”

There was no malice in his voice, it was just confusion and subtle amusement, but that just made Techno’s nerves worse. The only reason he could think of that would involve the god being amused about his half-dead state was-

Oh fuck, were they going to torture him?

“I’m Technoblade,” He said, after a few moments of hesitation. The pinkette ignored the sharp gasp of air from above, acting like he didn’t hear it, because he did not want to think of why the god might be shocked, and instead continued.

“I stabbed your crow because I was about to get seen (and look how that ended up) and I have no clue why it brought me here.” Techno knew it was not a smart idea to lie to a god, and he was anything but stupid. His injuries throbbed painfully, but the gods either didn’t notice or didn’t care.

Techno wasn’t about to guess which one…

After a very long while (in which Techno was trying his absolute hardest not to die on the spot) Soot spoke up. “So that’s a- a yes, then? It’s him?” He asked, voice cracking slightly. “Yes, Wilbur, (WHAT THE FUCK) It’s really him.”

The borrower didn’t have time to question what in the world he meant by that, because at that moment  Philza reached down, and Techno realised what was about to happen a second too late.

He scrambled backwards as the hand came towards him, absolutely terrified out of his wits, but the god paid no mind to that, plucking him off the ground by his waist easily. 

Techno struggled in his grasp but fell limp almost immediately. There was no way he was escaping from Philza, even though he wanted to, and besides, it just made his injuries worse. The tight grip the god had him in didn’t help either.

“What do you want from me!?”

He shouted, glaring at the gods, though it quickly fell as he remembered how easily they could crush him. Soot made a small noise (pity?) but he ignored it. “You- you really don’t remember us?” Asked Innit, with a look of despair on his face.

‘Remember you? I’ve never seen you before in my life!’ 

Not in this one you haven’t.

 Responded one of the voices, before it faded back into the clutter of noise. “Chat?” Philza asked, and Techno almost responded with ‘Yeah, it’s making no sense…’ when he remembered that he never told them about Chat.

Something clicked behind Soot’s eyes, and he spoke up. “So you really don’t know who we are… Right?” Techno nodded. Where exactly was (Wilbur) Soot going with this? “So that means…” “Means what? I’m not about to sit around all day waiting while you give me half-formed answers,” the borrower responded, with more challenge in his tone than was wise.

It’s not like you could stop them from doing that…

Said another one of those loud voices unhelpfully. ‘Thanks a lot…’ He thought to himself irritatedly and stared at Soot expectantly, which was harder than it seemed because his eyes kept unfocusing, and the corners of his vision were blurry and stained red. ‘Blood?’

“Listen, Technoblade, I don’t know what species you think you are, but…” He hesitated again, before continuing.

“You're a god, and our brother, at that.” Soot paused, and then started saying something more. “I’m so glad we finally found you, we’ve-”

But Techno didn’t get to hear what they’d done, the blood loss had finally caught up to him, and he passed out, darkness now surrounding him as he finally drifted into a dreamless sleep.

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Aaaaaand that's it, folks! Great ending we got there, right? Hope you liked it :] Big thanks to Beckyu for helping me choose how to end it, and start next chapter.

That reminds me...

@i-am-beckyu and @brick-a-doodle-do, thank you for wanting to be tagged! If you want to be tagged, comment, ask or dm me and I'll add you! :D

Bye for now!!!

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