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There were rumors of a new person appearing randomly a few days ago.

Xisuma, their admin, was keeping information tightly wrapped. The admin did ask him to visit though.

He didn’t know what to expect when he arrived at X’s. “Hello?” He called.

X appeared in his living room doorway, “Hey Grian, come in.”

He closed X’s front door confused.

Xisuma ushered him into the living room, “I found a teen who’s not whitelisted, I don-”

The admin’s voice disappeared as he caught sight of the teen on the couch, golden fluffy blond hair and red sleeves was all that he could see but his gut knew. “Tommy?” He cut Xisuma’s rambling off.

The teen’s head whipped up and turned to look at him. Sky blue eyes meet his, filled with disbelief and a small bit of hope.

“Hi there Baby Bird,” He said, small soft smile on his face, “What are you doing here?”

Tommy shrugged.

“What is going on?” X asked.

“Xisuma this is my baby brother, TommyInnit,” He explained, “Toms, this is Hermitcraft’s admin, XisumaVoid.”

Tommy waved shyly.

“Brother?” Xisuma asked.

He nodded, “I have three brothers, Tommy’s the youngest.”

Tommy nodded.

Xisuma accepted the answer, nodding, “I’ll leave you to it then.”

“Thanks X,” He said.

X left the room and he moved to sit next to Tommy on the couch.

Tommy buried his face in his chest, arms coming up around him.

He hugged his brother back, “Hey you’re alright.”

“‘M sorry,” Tommy whispered.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” He assured, “You’re alright.”

Tommy eventually pulled away.

“How are you feeling?” He asked.

“Tired,” Tommy admitted.

“Alright, you up for some nether travel?” He stood up.

Tommy nodded and followed him to standing.

“X, we’re leaving,” He called.

“Alright, be safe, let me know if you need anything,” Xisuma called back.

He gave Tommy an extra set of armor and they travelled through the nether to his portal, or at least the one he used.

“Have you eaten anything recently?” He asked.

“Xisuma gave me some soup,” Tommy responded.

He nodded, “Here’s the portal me and my neighboor’s are using.”

Tommy nodded.

They travelled back to the overworld.

He ushered his brother to his starter house quickly, hoping both Mumbo and Scar were either out or busy. “Do you want some more comfortable clothes?”

“If that’s alright,” Tommy said quietly.

“Of course,” He said, grabbing a sweater and sweatpants and handed them to Tommy. He showed his brother the bathroom and went to adjust his nest to make it perfect for his baby brother.

Tommy came out of the bathroom his previous clothes in hand. The sweatpants, that were to big for him, fit Tommy perfectly and the sweater, that was probably their brother’s, was to big on the teen.

He smiled grabbing the clothes from Tommy and dropped them in the hamper. He showed Tommy his nest and pulled him in.

Tommy stared at him.

“Naptime,” He said serious yet smiling.

Tommy giggled quietly.

His smile grew just a bit.

They laid down and Tommy fell asleep fairly quickly. He ran a hand through Tommy’s hair for a bit before grabbing his communicator and sending off two messages.

One to Xisuma reading, ‘Grian: What do you know?’

And one to someone out of server, their father Philza Minecraft which read, ‘Grian: Tommy’s on Hermitcraft, I have him.’

Xisuma took a bit to answer probably typing a paragraph or two, Phil on the other hand responded near immediately.

‘Ph1LzA: Oh thank Ender. Take care of him for me.’

‘Grian: Absolutely.’

‘Ph1LzA: Love you’

‘Grian: Love you too.’

Xisuma responded after a good couple minutes. ‘XisumaVoid: Not much to be honest. He appeared at spawn. I didn’t whitelist him and he’s not whitelisted at all. I can’t get into his code even if I wanted to whitelist him.

I can’t find anything about him. I haven’t heard him talk, don’t know where he’s from.

I trust you and that you know what you’re doing but if he becomes dangerous I won’t hesitate.’

‘Grian: I know, thank you for trusting me.’

‘Grian: Even with everything.’

‘XisumaVoid: Of course, you’re my friend Grian.’

‘Grian: Sorry, used to not being trusted.’

‘XisumaVoid: Do you know why I can’t get his code up, is he, you know?’

‘Grian: He’s not, our brother’s an admin.’

‘Grian: Which yes is part of why mine was that way.’

‘XisumaVoid: If he ends up knowing anything tell me. Just keep me updated in general.’

‘Grian: Will do.’

He sent out a message to all the Hermits that he’d be busy for a while. He glanced down at his brother and sighed a little bit. Please don’t wake up Baby Bird. He summoned something he hated to use, a mask, a simple purple eye mask with the symbol of the Watchers in the middle of it.

He placed it over his eyes and felt the shiver of power through his body. He quickly brought up his brother’s code feeling a rush of relief when only their brother’s touch was within it. He went to work looking back to how his brother got to Hermitcraft without being whitelisted.

He watched as Tommy slept in his house on the server he’s been residing on. Then he woke up suddenly and then server hopped, without meaning to based on reaction. Tommy’s pjs had been replaced with his regular outfit, while shirt with red sleeves, tan jeans, and white sneakers.

It didn’t explain how Tommy got to a whitelisted only server without being whitelisted. He went through Tommy’s code to see if there was an answer inside of it.

There was nothing so he removed the Watcher mask from his face and sent it away.

He looked at his brother again. He took the time to actually look at his little brother.

The teen looked exhausted, dark bags under his eyes, scars dotted around what of his skin he could see, and there was a white streak among the golden blond. Where it came from he didn’t know but he had a sick feeling in his stomach. He could recongize his mother’s touch or at least a cheap imitation of it.

He didn’t sleep just sat and turned over the possibilities in his head. He also didn’t leave his brother, he didn’t want Tommy to wake up in an unfamiliar place alone.

He wasn’t sure how long he laid there but eventually Tommy started to shift, waking up.

He started to run a hand through Tommy’s hair again.

Tommy blinked at him as he woke up.

“Hello Baby Bird,” He said, smiling softly.

“Hi,” Tommy said quietly.

“Are you hungry?” He asked.

“A bit,” Tommy admitted.

“Alright, let’s go get you some food,” He said.

They got up and he made something quick for his brother to eat.

“I told Dad you’re here, by the way,” He told Tommy, “He’s glad to know where you are.”

Tommy nodded.

He cleaned up his kitchen as Tommy ate.

When Tommy was halfway through eating he stated something a bit worrying. “My communicator didn’t come with me. I couldn’t find it.”

“Oh,” He said, “Do you want me to ask Xisuma for an extra comm?”

“I don’t want to be a bother,” Tommy said, quietly.

“You won’t be a bother, it’ll give him something to do,” He assured.

“Okay,” Tommy said.

He gave the teen a smile then pulled out his communicator.

‘Grian: Can I get an extra comm for Tommy?’

‘XisumaVoid: Yeah, I can give you a blank one and you can do your magic or whatever.”

‘Grian: That works. Thanks so much.’

‘XisumaVoid: I’ll drop it off at your house.’

‘Grian: Brillant, thank you.’

“Am I keeping you from something?” Tommy asked as he washed his brother’s dishes.

“Nope,” He said, only half lying, “I had no plans today.”

“Really?” Tommy didn’t believe him, which was fair.

“Yep,” He said, “And even if I did, you’re more important.”

“Did you look at what happened?” Tommy asked him, nervous.

“I looked at what happened just before you appeared here,” He said, “All I saw was you sleeping, waking up, and server hopping. Nothing more.”

“Why?” Tommy sounded so confused.

“Why what Toms?” He asked.

“Why didn’t you look further?” Tommy asked.

“Well it’s yours to tell me,” He said, “Do you want me to?”

Tommy shook his head.

He smiled gently and got Tommy into the living room. He handed Tommy the TV remote and went to clean out his extra room. Scar and Mumbo used to use it when they stayed over. He’d let it collect random things within the past however long.

He heard a knock on the door. He went downstairs and went to his door. He used his wings to block the view into his house and opened the door.

Xisuma stood outside.

He relaxed his wings and smiled at the admin.

“Here you go,” Xisuma said as he handed him the communicator.

“Thanks X.” He took the comm.

“Of course,” The Voidwalker said, “Let me know if you two need anything.”

“I will,” He said.

As Xisuma started to walk away he suddenly remembered something, “Wait X, can you get me an eltrya?”

Xisuma nodded.

“Thank you,” He said.

Xisuma chuckled and then flew off with a firework.

He closed his door and went straight to the living room. He used what little he remembered of coding and communicators to link Tommy’s original one with the loner one.

Once he tested it by getting one of their brothers to message Tommy he handed it over to Tommy.

Tommy took to responding to his friends messages. Tubbo and Ranboo seemed particually worried.

“Who’s Shroud?” He asked from where he was looking over his brother’s shoulder.

“My son,” Tommy answered, “Spider Hybrid, adopted.”

“Took after Dad, Toms?” He teased.

Tommy flipped him off.

“Baby Bird,” He scolded.

“I’m not sorry,” Tommy said.

He sighed and ruffled Tommy’s hair before returning to clearing out his guest turned storage room.

Nobody else bothered him, Xisuma did leave him an eltrya along with fully enchanted diamond armor and tools.

He shook his head at his friend and laughed a bit.

Scar and Mumbo both did ask him if everything was alright and if they could do anything for him.

It was sweet but he assured them he was fine and that he didn’t need anything.

He made dinner for the two of them and they ate. After dinner he asked Tommy, what to him was a simple question, “Do you want to sleep in the nest with me or in my guest room?” To be honest with himself he wanted Tommy to sleep in the nest with him but he wouldn’t force it.

Tommy looked up at him with confusion.

He felt anger boil up inside him but he just soften his gaze and rephrase his question, “You can either sleep in my guest room alone or you can sleep with me in my nest. It’s entirely up to you.”

“I-um-” Tommy started then mumbled, “I’d like to sleep in the nest.”

He smiled, “Alright the nest it is.”

Tommy hesitantly smiled back.

When they were getting ready for bed, Tommy took a shower, Tommy hesitantly asked him a question, “Can we call Dad?”

He smiled, “Of course, let me message him.”

‘Grian: Can we call you?”

‘Ph1LzA: Absolutely, just give me a second.’

Before he could even send an okay back Phil messaged again.

‘Ph1LzA: Good to go.’

“I’m calling him,” He annouced.

Tommy ducked under his arm as he pressed the call button.

Phil’s face appeared on his comm screen fond smile on his face. He look tired, probably from the fact Tommy had been missing.

  “Hello,” He greeted.

“Hey mates,” Phil greeted back.

Tommy waved then asked, “Who has my comm?”

“Wil does,” Phil answered, “He was the first person to notice you were missing. He was going over to keep up apperarences.”

Tommy nodded and relaxed.

He however furrowed his eyebrows, “Is Wil alright?”

Phil nodded, “Yeah. Your message help calm all of our nerves.”

He nodded.

After a bit of talking, just chatting, him update both what he was doing on Hermitcraft, him getting updated on the game that Phil, Tommy, and their two brothers were playing, he sat down in his nest bringing Tommy with him.

“Which Hermits know?” Phil asked.

“Everyone knows someone new is on the server,” He said, “But only X and me actually know who he is.”

Phil nodded.

Tommy yawned after a bit more talking so they said their goodbyes and goodnights.

Tommy fell asleep pretty quickly which did surprise him a bit but he was grateful for it.

He was up for a bit longer so he just stared at his brother, which was a bit creepy he’d admit. The teen had changed so much since he’d seen him last, which could be a good thing but he couldn’t help but feel like it wasn’t.

As he drifted off to sleep he thought, What happened to you Baby Bird?

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He jolted awake to a scream. It took him a second to gain his bearings but once he did he realized their was no immediate danger. He looked around and saw Tommy crying and shaking.

“Toms?” He asked gently.

Tommy didn’t respond.

He carefully sat up and spoke again, still softly and gently, “Tommy?”

Tommy still didn’t respond.

He worried at his lip a bit before carefully chirping, a questioning, gentle, and soft chirp.

Tommy weakly chirped back, a sad, quiet, terrified , chirp.

He cooed, gentle, soft, comforting coos. Coos that were special for fledings. Coos that his brother usually hated.

After a bit of him just cooing and hovering, Tommy uncurled himself and buried himself into his chest.

“Hi Baby Bird,” He said softly, rubbing Tommy’s back slowly.

Tommy didn’t speak he just buried himself deeper.

They sat there. Tommy still crying buried in his arms. Him doing what he could to comfort the teen.

Eventually Tommy’s cries had slowed down to sniffles and the younger pulled away.

“‘M sorry,” Tommy said quietly.

He shook his head, “None of that, no apologies, you’ve done nothing wrong.”

Tommy stared at him, very obviously surprised by his words which hurt his heart a bit.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked.

Tommy shook his head.

“Alright,” He said, “Do you want to go back to sleep?”

Tommy shook his head again.

“Okay, hot chocolate time,” He said standing up pulling his brother with him.

“What?” Tommy asked.

“Hot chocolate time,” He repeated easily.

Tommy silently let himself be lead to the kitchen.

He made two cups of hot chocolate giving one to Tommy and keeping one for himself.

“Why?” Tommy asked.

“Why what Toms?” He asked gently.

“I woke you up,” Tommy said.

“You did,” He said, “I’m not mad at you for having a nightmare Toms.”

“Why?” Tommy asked.

“You’ve done nothing wrong,” He said.

“You keep saying that,” Tommy said.

“That’s cause it’s true, I’m not mad because you’ve done nothing wrong,” He said.

Tommy didn’t look like he believed him.

That was alright though, it would take a while to deconstruct whatever was in Tommy’s mind.

Tommy did end up going back to sleep which put his mind at ease a bit.

He stared at his little brother, he didn’t know what the teen had gone through but he knew he was going to do everything he could to fix what he could.

His communicator started to ring. He grabbed it to silence it but he he caught the caller id, his brother, one of the two others, one of the twins. He answered it. “Hey Wil, do you need something?” He asked.

“Can I see Tommy?” Wilbur asked, “I don’t care if he’s sleeping or anything. Don’t need to talk to him. I just want to know he’s safe.”

He smiled softly, “Of course.” He moved his communicator so Wilbur could see the blond teen laying on him.

Wilbur visibly relaxed.

He got a good look at Wilbur, the brunette looked so tired, a bit frazzled, and there was still so much worry in Wilbur’s eyes. There was a white streak in Wilbur’s hair as well, along with the various scars he could see.

His concern and anger must have shown on his face because Wilbur asked, “You alright G?”

He hummed clearing his face, “I’m good, how are you feeling?”

Wilbur shrugged, “Just wanted to see him safe. Dad said he was but I wanted to see.”

He nodded and tightened his grip for a moment before letting go, “I get it.”

“Fuck,” Wilbur whispered.

“Songbird,” He sighed.

“Sorry, I know, I know,” Wilbur said, “But I-I, the game is out of our control now and I don’t know what to do. I’ve hurt him.”

“Are your codes connected to the server?” He asked.

Wilbur shook his head, “Not unless it’s changed since the last time I checked.”

He nodded.

“Why?” Wilbur prodded.

He gave a smile, “Don’t worry about it.”

Wilbur squinted at him.

“Does Fundy know about the game?” He asked.

Wilbur nodded, “He coming over tomorrow actually.”

He nodded, “Good, good.”

“Grian?” Wilbur asked.

“It’s nothing bad, that I promise,” He said.

“Okay,” Wilbur allowed not fully believing him.

“Can you make sure I set up Tommy’s comm currently, he didn’t say anything but-” He asked.

“You’re not sure he’d tell you if there was a problem,” Wilbur finished.

He nodded.

Wilbur winced, “Yeah.”

“Were you part of that?” He asked.

“Not intentionally but yeah,” Wilbur confirmed.

“But it wasn’t all you?” He asked.

“No, no, it was mostly,” Wilbur glanced down at Tommy, “Dream.”

Tommy didn’t move or shift.

“Or as he referred to him the Green Bitch or Bastard,” Wilbur said.

He sighed.

“His words not mine,” Wilbur said.

He hummed a but disbelieving.

“I-” Wilbur started after a few seconds.

“You?” He prompted.

“I need to apologize to him and Fundy and Ranboo and Niki and Tubbo and,” Wilbur said, getting a bit hysterical.

“Songbird,” He cut the brunette off, “Breathe.”

Wilbur’s eyes were filling with tears as he took a desperate breath.

“You’re safe Wil,” He said, “You’re at Dad’s cabin with Tech’s cabin right next door. I’ve got Toms and we’re in Hermitcraft. Fundy’s safe. You’re safe.”

The tears started down Wilbur’s face but he was breathing normally.

“Hey Songbird can you go to Dad’s room for me?” He asked.

Wilbur nodded getting up and standing outside their father’s bedroom.

“Open the door,” He said.

Wilbur opened the door and went inside.

He messaged his Dad which woke him up.

“Hey Wil,” Phil said gently, “Come here sweetheart.”

He hung up and let his dad help his brother.

He soon fell back to sleep.

He woke up before Tommy and carefully ran his hand through Tommy’s hair so he didn’t wake up the younger blond.

When Tommy did wake up he quickly removed himself from the nest.

He refused to be hurt by it, Tommy had been through a lot. It was a reaction to keep himself safe. He stood up careful to make no sudden movements. “What would you like for breakfast?”

“Um…toast?” Tommy said.

“Is french toast okay? Scar stole my toaster,” He asked and explained.

Tommy snorted and nodded, “That’s fine.”

“Clothes are in the dresser,” He said ducking out of the room to go to the kitchen. He quickly whipped up some french toast and hashbrowns.

Tommy came down in another sweater that was definitely Wilbur’s and a pair of black jeans that acutally fit Tommy so they were either Tommy’s or Techno’s.

“You have far to much of our clothes,” Tommy told him as he sat down.

“I meant to give them back after your scents were gone but I forgot,” He defended.

Tommy hummed disbelieving.

He placed food in front of his brother before making himself a plate. “I was going to make eggs,” He said, “But I thought that would be a bit macabre.”

Tommy laughed a little.

He let a grin grow a bit.

“What are you doing today?” Tommy asked.

He shrugged, “Don’t know, I’ll be honest. Is there anything you’d like to do?”

Tommy stared at him, “Um…”

He decided to give Tommy a choice between two options instead, “We can stay here or we could go visit me, Tango, and Scar’s villager trading hall, raid and iron farm.”

Tommy stared at him for a moment, then, just when he thought he wasn’t going to get an answer, “Stay?”

“Alright.” He smiled at his brother.

Tommy gave him a hesitant smile back.

He sent out another message that he’d be busy for the whole day.

He turned on a movie, ‘Up’, his brother’s favorite and spent the day meeting his brother halfway, making the first move but letting Tommy finish it.

He managed to coax Tommy into helping him preen his wings.

“Are you sure?” Tommy asked again, behind him.

“Very sure,” He said, smile on his face, “I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t sure Baby Bird.”

“I just wanna make sure,” Tommy said.

“I know,” He said, “I’m not mad at you.”

Tommy started to hesitantly run his hand through his feathers for a little, letting Tommy get used to the feeling of feathers again. Soon Tommy started to adjust feathers into place.

His wings didn’t really need to be preened, Mambo and Scar had done a wonderful job a few days before Tommy had come to his house, but it was needed to prove to Tommy that he trusted him. Trusted him enough to preen his wings, to bring him to his most vulnerable state.

Avian’s wings were very sensitive just running your hands through the feathers could send an avian into a state of complete vulnerability. Only flock members or mates were ever aloud to touch an avian’s wings.

He chirped starting off the slew of sounds.

Tommy hesitantly chirped every few seconds.

He melted into his brother’s hands.

By the end of it he was half asleep but still conscious enough to turn around and face his brother. “Thank you,” He said.

“Y-yeah, No problem,” Tommy said.

He reached out a hand to hold Tommy’s but he let Tommy take the final step if he wanted to.

Tommy intwined his fingers together.

He gave a soft smile.

“I’m going to sleep, would you like to join me?” He half asked.

Tommy nodded.

He laid down on his stomach and Tommy followed suit but on his back. He reached one of his newly preened wings to cover Tommy like a blanket.

Tommy curled up into him.

He held Tommy close wanting his brother to feel safe.

He fell asleep.

Grian was weird, well not weird, he was the same as when he’d last seen his brother. He was different, so, so different, then people on the DreamSMP.

He was kind, not forceful, patient when very few people ever were. He was simply trying to take care of him. Grian trusted him with no questions just doing so.

He risked a glance at Grian’s face. Grian didn’t look any different then the last time he’d seen him. Grian looked relaxed, calm as he slept, he was a little jealous he’d be honest.

He stared at Grian before he fell asleep.

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Tommy was awake when he woke up. Tommy was staring at his wings.

“Good morning,” He said.

Tommy jumped a miniscule amount then said, “Your wings are weird.”

He winced, “Yeah, I know.”

“Why?” Tommy asked.

He bit his lip for a moment, debating then, “Have you heard of The Watchers?”

Tommy nodded.

“They took me and turned me into one of them,” He explained, “I ran after something happened and ended up here.”

Tommy eyebrows furrowed, “You’re a watcher?”

He sighed, “Yeah, everyone here knows. Dad knows but Tech and Wil don’t. You guys didn’t need to know. I don’t like talking about it.”

“A blood god dicisple, an admin, and a watcher what kind of older brothers don’t I have?” Tommy joked.

“Not to mention we’re all demigods,” He said.

Tommy giggled and nodded.

He was more relaxed now that Tommy knew and didn’t care that he was a watcher. The other Hermits didn’t care, neither did his Dad, but if his brothers hated him no one else would matter.

“What do you want for breakfast Baby Bird?” He asked.

“Cereal,” Tommy said seriously.

He chuckled and nodded, “Alright, we have to get up for that.”

“Noo!” Tommy groaned.

“A couple more minutes,” He relented.

About a minute later Tommy asked, “Can we go to the farm you mentioned yesterday?”

He let a soft smile on his face, “Of course.”

They eventually got up and had some cereal for breakfast. Then they got dressed and armored up. He also gave over the eltrya to Tommy.

“We’re going through the nether because its faster,” He told his brother.

Tommy nodded.

He offered his hand to Tommy.

Tommy grabbed it and as they exited his house to cross to the nether portal he held on tightly. They got through the nether to the farm without incident which was nice.

He toured Tommy around the iron farm, storage system, villager trading hall, and the raid farm explaining what he understood of the redstone and farms.

Scar showed up when they were up on top of the raid farm.

“Bollocks,” He mumbled.

“Who that?” Tommy asked.

“That’s GoodTimesWithScar,” He answered.

“As in Scar? Like that Scar?” Tommy asked him.

“Yes, that Scar,” He said.

Tommy ducked under his arm and wing.

“Hi,” He said.

“Hi,” Tommy giggled.

“Do you want to go talk to him or wait for him to leave?” He asked.

Tommy held onto him a bit tighter making his wing tighten for a moments, “I want to talk to him,” Tommy said.

“Alright, let’s get your eltrya on,” He said.

Tommy moved away and put on his eltrya.

He gave a reassuring smile which Tommy returned with a small smile.

“Just follow me alright?” He asked.

Tommy nodded, “You got it big man.”

“If you want to leave at  any point tug on my sweater,” He said.

“Okay,” Tommy said.

He stepped off the platform and hovered, waiting for Tommy to step off.

Tommy did so and they flew down to the trading hall.

Scar jumped as they landed.

“Oh my!” Scar said, a hand on his chest.

“Hey Scar,” He greeted, smirk on his face.

Tommy scooted closer to him, his wing wrapped around his brother.

“Hey Grian,” Scar greeted back, claming down after the scare.

“How are you doing?” He asked.

“Pretty good,” Scar said, “You?”

“I’m brillant,” He beamed.

“And how about you?” Scar asked turning to Tommy.

“G-good,” Tommy said.

Scar nodded, “Wonderful.”

He smiled, “So whatcha doing Scar?”

“Trading,” Scar answered, “The usual.”

He nodded.

Scar walked over to a villager.

“He’s a shapeshifter, but he can only shapeshift every so often so he’s an elf currently,” He said, “He building a tree to live in as his starter house.”

Tommy giggled a bit.

“He has the highest death count on Hermitcraft at the moment,” He said.

“And who’s fault is that?” Scar yelled from where he was.

“Not mine,” He said.

Tommy giggled at the exchange.

“We’ve spent far to much time on this,” He admitted, “Raid farms are best in the ocean. We had to make a fake ocean.”

“You’re the one that choose to make the walls out of smooth quartz,” Scar said,

“I was left unsupervised in my defense,” He defended.

Scar rolled his eyes.

“Why haven’t they learned to not leave you alone?” Tommy joked.

“I don’t know Baby Bird,” He said, playing along, “I don’t know.”

“Baby Bird?” Scar asked.

His wings fluffed up a bit and he grinned, “This is Tommy, my baby brother.”

Scar’s eyes widened then his face broke into a bright smile, “Hello Tommy, nice to meet you after everything Grian here has said about you,”

“You stole his toaster?” Tommy blurted out then slapped a hand over his mouth.

Scar chuckled, “I did and he’s not getting it back.”

“I’ve been bamboozled,” He joked.

Tommy laughed behind his hand.

His smile grew.

Scar went back to trading and Tommy stuck close which he didn’t mind but wasn’t how he remembered his brother. He refused to mention it in case it made Tommy move away. He would wait until Tommy was ready to tell him even if that time never came.

He chatted with Scar as the man traded. Tommy watched and listened almost hiding beneath his wing.

After a bit Tommy tugged on his sweater.

He quickly wrapped up in conversation, “See you around Scar!” He said.

“See you Grian, See you Tommy!” Scar said.

Tommy waved.

They left, quickly returning to his house.

Tommy went off to put his armor away but before he left he called, “Hey Toms?”

Tommy turned to look at him, “Yeah?”

“I’m proud of you,” He said.

Tommy lit up, a smile that was closer to the one he remember appeared on his brother’s face before he disappeared to put his things away.

They ended up in the living room, once again. Moana playing on the TV.

“Tubbo’s calling me,” Tommy said quietly.

“I can pause the movie, go ahead an answer it,” He said, reaching for the remote.

“Are you sure?” Tommy asked.

“Yes,” He said, pausing the movie.

Tommy answered it.

Tubbo’s face appeared on Tommy’s comm. “Tommy!” Tubbo exclaimed.

Tommy waved, “Hi Tubbo.”

He smiled and left his brother  to his conversation heading to the kitchen to make some food for the both of them.

He could hear Tommy laughing quietly, he wished Tommy would laugh loudly like he used to be he knew his brother couldn’t at the moment.

Dream , Dream was the reason his brother couldn’t laugh like he used to, couldn’t be the wonderfully loud, brave, confident bot he had been. Dream was the reason his brother woke up screaming, Dream was the reason his brother wouldn’t ask for things or tell him when something was bothering him. Dream was the reason his brother died from what he understood. Dream made the game get out of control.

Well his family were known for their titles even if their actual name weren’t attached, minus Phil and Techno, made it was time for the Vulture to make an appearance once again.

But before that happened there were people he need to get out. Phil, Techno, Wilbur, Fundy, Shroud, Yogurt, Tubbo, Ranboo, Micheal, He listed in his head, Maybe Niki and Eret if they wanted to.

His communicator dinged he looked at it.

‘WilburSoot: You did everything perfectly to set up Toms’ comm.’

‘Grian: That’s good, how are you feeling?’

‘WilburSoot: Better, Dad helped a bunch.’

‘WilburSoot: Also checked, no one’s code is connected.’

‘Grian: Brillant. Glad you’re feeling better. Love you!’

‘WilburSoot: Love you too!’

He put his communicator down and continued cooking.

Tommy eventually entered the kitchen.

He smiled at his brother, “How was talking to Tubbo?”

“Good, good, it was nice,” Tommy said.

“How attached are you to the DreamSMP?” He asked.

“I’m attached to the people,” Tommy responded.

“Who?” He asked, setting food down in front of his brother.

“Shroud, Tubbo, Ranboo, Micheal, Eryn to a certain extent,” Tommy responded near immendatily, “And Phil, Tech, Wil, Fundy, and Yogurt.”

He nodded.

“Then kind of Quackity, Puffy, Purpled, Eret, but I wouldn’t miss them as much,” Tommy added, “And Niki and Jack but they tried to kill me.”

“What?” He asked, eyebrows furrowed.

Tommy shrugged, “I don’t really know what I did, well Jack I get. I accidentally took his third life during exile but I have no idea about Niki.”

“Exile?” He gently questioned.

Tommy’s face went a bit scared as he realized what he said.

“Nevermind,” He said, “You can tell me when you’re comfortable.”

“What?” Tommy asked, quiet and scared.

“You can tell me when you’re comfortable,” He repeated, “You don’t have to tell me anything unless you want to.”

Tommy looked so confused as he stared at him. There was still fear in his baby brother’s eyes.

He felt the anger grow but he didn’t let it show he began to eat.

Tommy followed suit a moment later.

After they ate they returned to Moana.

He had messaged Mumbo to get him some fabric and thread and needles and all the thing required to sew.

A knock rang out.

“I’ll be right back,” He said, dropping a kiss into his brother’s hair.

Tommy nodded entranced with the movie they were watching.

He went to his front door and opened it breaking into a grin when he saw Mumbo, “Hi Mumbo!”

“Hi Gri,” Mumbo said handing over the sewing supplies.

“Thank you,” He said.

Mumbo nodded, “Of course.”

They stood there a moment before Mumbo spoke up again, “Are you alright?”

He nodded a soft smile on his face, “I’m fine Mumbo, I promise. You can ask Scar about why I’ve been holed up in my house.”

Mumbo nodded, “Alright. You knew you can talk to us about anything.”

“I do, thank you Mumbo,” He said.

Mumbo nodded again then left.

He shut the door and headed back to the living room.

The credits started rolling.

Tommy looked up at him.

“I bring gifts,” He joked carefully setting everything on his coffee table.

Tommy lit up as he stepped away.

“Go on, it’s for you,” He said.

Tommy rushed forward, quickly starting to sort everything.

He smiled and started another movie.

By the time dinner rolled around Tommy was well into a project.

He smiled as he went to make them some dinner.

During dinner Tommy hesitantly asked a question, “Can we call Phil after dinner?”

He nodded, “I’ll see if he’s free.”

Tommy gave a small, still hesitant, smile.

‘Grian: Can we call you in about 10 minutes?’

‘Ph1LzA: Tech, Wil, Fundy, and Yogurt are over is that alright?’

“Tech, Wil, Fundy, and Yogurt are with him, is that okay?” He asked.

Tommy thought for a moment then nodded, “That’s fine.”

‘Grian: We have no problems with that.’

‘Ph1LzA: Call me whenever’

‘Grian: Will do’

“We’re good to call him,” He informed his brother.

Tommy smiled.

They finished dinner and sat on the couch as he called their father.

Phil picked up near immediately.

He shifted so Tommy could be seen and see.

“Hi you two,” Phil greeted.

“Hi Dad,” He returned while Tommy waved.

“I’m going to set my comm down so everyone can see you,” Phil told them.

They nodded and Phil set down the communicator and moved away so Techno, Wilbur, and Fundy could be seen. Fundy was playing with someone who was on the floor, Yogurt it seemed.

Techno visibly relaxed when he caught sight of Tommy.

Tommy waved.

“So…” Wilbur started, “Grian being rude to you?”

He bristled, “Hey.”

Tommy giggled, “Always.”

They talked for a while before he brought up his idea.

“What are all of your opinions on leaving the DreamSMP?” He asked.

Everyone paused for a moment before Tommy spoke up, which set his mind at ease a bit, “As long Tubbo, Ranboo, Micheal, and Shroud can come I don’t care.”

He hummed and turned to look at his comm.

“Where ever you all decide to go I’ll join you,” Phil said.

“Get me out of here,” Techno joked.

Wilbur had his eyes on Fundy and he knew Wilbur wouldn’t leave if Fundy stayed.

“I don’t care much as long as Yogurt comes,” Fundy said.

“I think you know my answer G,” Wilbur said.

He nodded, “Anyone that would come with, besides the obvious?”

“Niki and Eret, they won’t let Ranboo leave without them,” Phil said.

“Ranboo’s dead isn’t he?” Fundy asked.

“Remember who your grandmother is Fundy,” Wilbur said.

“Oh right,” Fundy mumbled.

“Why are you asking?” Phil asked.

“Don’t worry about it,” He said, casually.

Techno narrowed his eyes at him.

He smiled innocently.

“Darling?” Phil half asked, half warned.

“It’s nothing bad,” He assured, “Nothing that will hurt any of you guys.”

“Who will it hurt?” Techno asked.

“No one any of you care about,” He answered.

His family dropped it and continued their conversation.

“Tubbo didn’t believe me and first when I said you were missing,” Wilbur said, “Then he couldn’t find you and he believed me.”

“He thought a certain someone took you,” Techno said, “We did to then Grian messaged Dad.”

“Sorry,” Tommy said.

“Don’t be sorry, you’ve done nothing wrong,” Phil assured, “We were just worried about you.”

When Fundy had to leave to be able to get Yogurt down for bed they said goodbye and goodnight to get ready for bed themselves.

“Why did you ask what we thought of leaving the DreamSMP?” Tommy asked as they were laying in the nest.

“I have a plan but it involves you guys being out ,” He responded.

“What’s you plan?” Tommy asked.

He debated not telling Tommy but the teen barely trusted him as it was so he said, “Terrifying a certain Green Man.”

“How do you plan to do that?” Tommy asked.

“Well Vulture was known to have killed him a couple times,” He responded.

“But you got rid of that persona on purpose,” Tommy said.

“I did,” He confirmed, “For the same reason you and Wil didn’t mention your titles.”

“Why would you bring it back?” Tommy asked, confused.

“He hurt my family, my brothers,” He said, “Made the game get so out of control.”

“You’d being it back for us?” for me, Tommy didn’t say.

“Of course, you guys are so much more important to me,” He said, You are so much more important.

“Oh,” Tommy said.

“It does require a bit more planning,” He said, “Like where we go.”

“Cause home’s not an option with new people,” Tommy said.

He nodded, “Dad can’t get out to add them so not right away.”

“But eventually?” Tommy asked.

He smiled softly, “Eventually.”

Tommy nodded and soon fell asleep.

He had to run his plan by Phil before bringing it up to anyone else. He would probably need Wilbur’s or Xisuma’s help to create a new world for them to go before they go home.

He fell asleep plans running in his mind.

Chapter Text

Tommy was sewing something while watching a movie and he was sitting in the kitchen explaining his plan to Phil.

“How do you plan to get here when you’re not whitelisted?” Phil asked him.

“I’m a Watcher, Dad,” He said, “I can get anywhere I want.”

Phil snorted, “Of course, silly me I forgot.”

He smiled, amused, “Your memory going out?”

Phil narrowed his eyes at him, “Is that a getting old joke?”

“Yes,” He said no remorse.

Phil sighed.

“So..?” He asked.

“I’m willing to do anything you need of me,” Phil told him.

He nodded, “Thank you.”

“Of course Darling.” Phil smiled.

He explained more about his plan until Phil had to go play the game to keep up appearances.

He sat next to Tommy on the couch, “Whatcha maken’ Toms?” He asked.

Tommy glanced over at him, “Just a blanket.”

“That’s awesome,” He said.

Tommy ducked his head, face flushing a bit, “It’s just a blanket.”

“I can’t make a blanket, you can I think that’s awesome,” He said.

“It’s not,” Tommy insisted.

“Please just take the compliant,” He half pleaded.

“Thank you,” Tommy almost whispered.

“Always,” He said, “You deserve it.”

There was a few moments of silence.

“I want to tell Tubs and Boo, well Ghostboo, about the game,” Tommy whispered.

“Okay,” He said, “Do you want me to be there?”

Tommy nodded, still keeping his eyes on the blanket in front of him.

“Alright, just tell me when you’re doing it,” he said causally.

Tommy was silent and they watched the movie.

After lunch and once Tommy finished the blanket he asked a question, hoping to get Tommy further out of his shell. “Can you teach me to sew?”

Tommy stared at him, “You want me to teach me to sew?”

He nodded, “You seem to enjoy it, I’d like to try.”

“Okay,” Tommy said, still a bit suspicious of him.

Tommy talked him through basic stitching methods explaining what the most common uses were.

He listened to every word his brother said, following the instructions as well as he could. Tommy would always giggle a little when he messed up so it wasn’t all bad. He did focus a bit of his energy on making sure he didn’t get angry or frustrated even as he kept poking himself with the needle. He wanted to take them all away but he knew it wouldn’t go over well. With them or his father.

Dinner came much to quick and he decided they were having breakfast for dinner so he started cooking.

“Everyone’s okay with me telling them,” Tommy said from were he was sitting at the island.

He smiled, “That’s good, right?”

“Yeah,” Tommy said, “Yeah it is.”

“Just tell me when,” He repeated from earlier.

Tommy nodded.

They ate dinner and Tommy messaged Tubbo a question.

‘TommyInnit: After the boys go down can we talk? I have something to tell you.’

‘TommyInnit: I’m fine. Unhurt. Nothing like that. Promise.’

‘Tubbo_: Sure, do you want Ghostboo there?’

‘TommyInnit: That’s up to you. I don’t care. I can tell him later.’

‘Tubbo_: Okay’

“Once the boys go down to sleep we’re going to talk,” Tommy said.

“Alright,” He said, “Where do you want to be?”

“What?” Tommy looked at him a bit blankly.

“While you tell Tubbo and maybe Ghostboo, where do you want to be?” He repeated.

“Nest?” Tommy half asked.

“To the nest we go,” He said.

Tommy giggled a bit.

Before the call came in they managed to make hot chocolate.

Tubbo called Tommy and he made sure he couldn’t be seen by the camera.

“Hi Toms,” Tubbo greeted.

“Hi Tubs,” Tommy smiled.

Tubbo set his comm down, from what he could see, and Ghostboo was revealed.

Tommy lit up a little, “Hi Boo!”

“Hello Tommy,” Ghostboo greeted.

“You wanted to tell us something?” Tubbo asked.

Tommy tensed a bit, “Yeah. Yeah I do.”

He reached out and placed his hand on Tommy’s knee.

“You have to promise not to yell,” Tommy said, “You can get angry but no yelling, please.”

“Alright no yelling, promise,” Tubbo said.

“I promise,” Ghostboo said.

Tommy took a deep, semi shaky, breath. “Tubs do you remember when I said I had something to tell you. It was just before the election.”

“Yes,” Tubbo said, “You said ‘When we win I have something to tell you.’ But then you guys didn’t win.”

He remembers that call, “We still have some control of the game. We’re brought Techno in to have some five power on our side,” Wilbur had said.

Then Dream got in Wilbur’s head and the voices were inclined to Dream’s brand of chaos and the game was ripped from their hands.

“Well.” Tommy’s voice brought him back to the present. “This is what I wanted to tell you.”

“Okay,” Tubbo agreed.

“It’s a game,” Tommy said then corrected himself, “Was a game.”

“What was a game?” Tubbo asked.

“The discs, L’manburg, to an extent, we cared about L’maburg, it’s creation was just based on creating problems, but it was under our control, mostly. It was a game,” Tommy explained.

Tubbo’s face hardened, “Was the red festival a game?”

Tommy shook his head rapidly, “No, no, that’s,” Tommy’s voice broke, “That’s when it was really gone. The game was real and we could only control so much.”

“Wilbur said I’d be fine,” Tubbo said.

“ We believed you’d be fine,” Tommy said, “Techno is part of the game.”

“Then what happened?” Tubbo was still obviously mad, but he wasn’t yelling which was good.

Tommy exhaled a bit shakily then another deep breath, “How Techno explained it was the voices that didn’t trust you and that wanted chaos, Dream’s brand of chaos were louder than all the others.”

“The pit?” Tubbo asked.

“Techno doesn’t remember the pit, the voices took over, the more blood inclined, the ones that don’t care where it came from,” Tommy said, “He was horrified when Wil told him what happened. The first day I saw him after was the day before you stopped being on bedrest and even then he didn’t talk to me.”

“What about the 16th?” Tubbo asked.

Tommy’s eyes shot to his lap.

He squeezed Tommy’s knee.

“Dream got into Wil’s head and it drove him insane,” Tommy said, “I don’t know what went on in the button room. I only know what I’ve been told by both Wilbur and Phil.”

“Who’s playing the game?” Ghostboo asked.

“Me, Wil, Techno, Phil, and more recently Fundy,” Tommy said.

“Why?” Tubbo asked.

Tommy struck into himself for a moment, then he said, “They’re my family.”

Tubbo and Ghostboo were silent.

Tommy struck into himself more.

He careful took Tommy’s free hand and squeezed it.

There was silence for a couple more moment before Tubbo asked another question, “Why tell us now?”

“Well my brother that’s not on the DreamSMP has a plan and it requires out family out and I don’t want to leave you guys behind,” Tommy explained.

He chuckled quietly.

“How many brothers so you have?” Ghostboo asked.

“Three, the oldest who you don’t know, and the twins Tech and Wil,” Tommy answered.

“Who’s the brother?” Tubbo asked.

“His name is Grian,” Tommy said.

He smiled.

“Aren’t you staying with a Grian?” Tubbo asked.

Tommy nodded, “I somehow got to the one place my final brother was. I fucking spooked him.”

“Toms,” He scolded.

“Not sorry,” Tommy said.

He shook his head smiling fondly.

“Is that him?” Tubbo asked.

“Yeah, he’s got a thing about swearing kinda like Bad,” Tommy said.

They lapsed into silence.

“So what would happen if I walked into Techno’s cabin and tell them I know?” Tubbo asked.

“Lots of apologies,” Tommy said, “They know I was telling you.” Tommy yawned.

“I-uh-I’m going to think about going with you,” Tubbo said, “I’m still mad at you but I’ll think on it.”

“I’m dead, I’m not sure I’ll be able to do anything,” Ghostboo said.

Tommy smirked, “Don’t worry we have our ways.”

He snorted. “Certainly.”

“Okay?” Ghostboo was confused which was fair.

“Goodnight,” Tubbo said.

“Goodnight Tubs, Boo,” Tommy said.

Tubbo melted a bit, face softening.

“Goodnight,” Ghostboo said.

Tubbo ended the call.

Tommy dropped his communicator to the side.

He pulled Tommy into a hug.

“He hates me,” Tommy said.

“I doubt he hates you Toms,” He assured.

“He does, I’ve been lying to him,” Tommy insisted.

“He might be mad but I doubt he hates you, Baby Bird,” He assured again.

Tommy shook his head.

He sighed, “Are you ready to sleep?”

Tommy hesitant for a moment before nodding.

He pulled Tommy down with him, feeling the bed that housed the nest shifting to let his wings lay underneath him.

“Goodnight Baby Bird,” He whispered into his brother’s golden blond hair.

“Goodnight,” Tommy said.

He didn’t sleep until Tommy’s breathing evened out.

Chapter Text

He woke up to a message on his communicator.

‘Ph1LzA: Did Tubbo yell at Tommy? He came to Techno’s and yelled at him and Wil.’

‘Grian: He didn’t. Tommy did make both him and Ghostboo promise to not yell.’

‘Ph1LzA: Okay, that’s good.’

‘Grian: Are Wil and Tech alright?’

‘Ph1LzA: As they can be.’

‘Ph1LzA: Both feel really guilty.’

‘Grian: That’s fine for now.’

‘Ph1LzA: Love you.’

‘Grian: Love you too Dad.’

Tommy groaned and shifted on top of him.

“Good morning Baby Bird,” He said.

“It’s to early,” Tommy mumbled.

He laughed a little, “I know, I know, but we’re mostly awake.”

Tommy make a noise of disagreement.

“Alright, 5 more minutes,” He allowed.

Tommy’s breathing evened out again and he smiled down at his brother.

‘Xisuma: How are you and your brother doing?’

‘Grian: I’m well, Tommy’s doing better.’

‘Xisuma: That’s good.’

He waited a couple minutes, he knew the reason Xisuma reached out.

‘Xisuma: Do you know anything?’

‘Grian: No, they weren’t connected to the server. Even the ones that aren’t my family.’

‘Xisuma: I see.’

‘Grian: Sorry.’

‘Xisuma: No need for apologizes.’

‘Xisuma: Just want to make sure everyone’s safe.’

‘Grian: Is was not on purpose if that’s anything.’

‘Xisuma: That is helpful.’

‘Xisuma: Thank you.’

‘Grian: Of course.’

About 10 minutes went by before he shook Tommy a little to wake him up.

“Breakfast time Toms,” He said.

Tommy got up and off of him, rubbing his eyes.

He smiled at his brother, “What do you want to eat?” He sat up.

“Waffles,” Tommy said seriously.

“I know where my waffle maker is,” He said.

Tommy giggled a bit.

“Get dressed I’ll meet you down there,” He said.

Tommy nodded.

He headed downstairs to start cooking.

As he was starting the batter he heard the shower start up. He smiled glad Tommy took initiative and didn’t ask if he was allowed to.

He was pouring the last waffle into the waffle maker as Tommy came down the stairs.

Tommy started at the pile of waffles.

“I made some wrong measurements,” He explained.

Tommy paused for a couple more seconds before saying, “Fucking L.”

He sighed with a smile on his face. “Yeah, yeah, I’m bad, I know.”

“Good,” Tommy said.

Tommy started to eat.

He finished up the last waffle and cleaned up a bit then starting eating as well.

“What are you going to do with excess?” Tommy asked.

He shrugged, “Might offer them to my neighbors but I don’t know yet.”

“Who are your neighbors?” Tommy asked.

“Well technically almost all the Hermits but I’m more referring to Mumbo, Scar, Pearl, and maybe Xisuma if he’s not off at his admin house,” He said.

“Pearl, like EVO Pearl?” Tommy asked.

“Yes, EVO Pearl, her memory is a bit iffy though,” He said, “I don’t know how much she knows.”

Tommy nodded.

“But again, don’t know if I’m going to,” He said.

Tommy was quiet for a couple moments before, “Can we?”

He smiled softly, “Of course, I just have to get dressed.”

Tommy nodded again.

He quickly got dressed and separated the waffles into tubs.

“Ready to go?” He asked.

Tommy nodded.

They left his house and headed over to Mumbo’s Vault.

He knocked on Mumbo’s door.

Mumbo opened the door blinking sleep out of his eyes still.

He smiled at the mustasted man, “Good morning Mumbo!”

“Morning Grian,” Mumbo said, very obviously not processing everything around him.

He chuckled, “Would you like some waffles?”

The mention of food woke Mumbo up a bit more, “Sure.”

“Brillant, I made too many,” He said handing a tub of waffles over to Mumbo.

“Thanks G,” Mumbo said.

“Course,” He said, “I’ll see you.”

Mumbo nodded.

He left with Tommy heading towards Scar’s tree.

“He’d be easy to poison,” Tommy commented mildly.

He snorted, “A lot of us would to be honest. We don’t feel the need to be on alert.”

“You’re safe,” Tommy said, a little bit of bitterest in her voice.

“There also are infinite respawns so,” He shrugged.

“Mom doesn’t have power here,” His brother said.

“You’d think so, you really would,” He said under his breath.

Tommy glanced at him like he was crazy which is hilarious when you think about who their brother is.

“Scar!” He called into the shapeshifter’s tree.

Scar looking a little frazzled walked out, “Hello Grian. Hello Tommy.”

“Good morning!” He said, “Waffles?”

“Ooo,” Scar sare, “Waffles!” Scar then, like the grown man he was, made grabby hands.

He handed over the tub.

Scar all but ran back into his tree throwing a, “Thank you.” Over his shoulder.

He glanced over at Tommy who was blinking after the man in a but of shock. “Yeah, he’s…something.”

“He fucking weird,” Tommy said.

“Be nice,” He said, starting to walk to Pearl’s house.

“I didn’t say it was a bad thing!” Tommy protested.

“You swore,” He said.

“I swear all the time!” Tommy said, “I call Tubbo and Ranboo weird!”

“Sorry,” He said, “It’s my first reaction.”

“It’s alright,” Tommy said.

He knocked on Pearl’s door.

Pearl opened the door, blinking a couple times like she did when memories came back.

“Good morning,” He greeted.

“Good morning,” Pearl said once she recovered.

“Would you like some waffles?” He asked.

Pearl nodded, “I’d love some waffles.”

He handed over the final tub.

She took the tub of waffles, “Thank you.”

“Of course,” He said, “See you around.”

“See you,” Pearl said.

They left back to his house.

“They’re nice,” Tommy said.

He nodded.

They dropped their shoes by the door.

He went to grab something from storage and as he returned Tommy asked a question.

“Do you trust them?”

“I trust all the Hermits yeah,” He said.

Tommy was quiet for a moment, face pondering. Then, “My wings ache.” The admission was quiet, near a whisper.

His wings ached in sympathy, “Oh, Baby Bird.” He sat down next to his brother.

Tommy looked at him eyes a bit scared. He could see the pain underneath everything.

“You can bring them out if you want,” He offered.

“Are you sure? Are you safe?” Tommy asked.

“You’re safe here, I promise,” He assured.

Tommy ran off to get a shirt with wing slits.

He hovered a bit, “Wanna do it in the nest?”

Tommy hesitated then nodded, “Please.”

He whisked his brother off to the nest.

Tommy shifted nervously.

“Do you want me to close my eyes?” He asked.

Tommy nodded then grabbed one of his hands.

He closed his eyes, “You’re alright, Baby Bird.”

Nothing seemed to happen for a while.

Then finally, “You can open your eyes now.”

He opened his eyes smiling softly at his brother but trying to not stare at the state the red and gold wings were in. “I’m proud of you,” He said squeezing Tommy’s hand.

Tommy’s face flushed a bit.

He squeezed Tommy’s hand again, trying to encourage him to talk.

“C-can you preen my wings?” Tommy asked, whispering and scared.

“Of course,” He said, “Just stay the word and everything stops, alright?”

Tommy nodded.

He carefully got Tommy to turn around and began to preen his brother’s wings. He would chirp every time Tommy tensed up.

Tommy was still on high alert once he finished but his wings looked so much better and probably felt wonderful too.

He moved to be in front of Tommy.

Tommy relaxed a tiny bit now that he could see his brother.

“How do your wings feel?” He asked gently.

“Better, better,” Tommy said shifting his wings a bit.

“Good, I’m glad,” He said smiling softly.

Tommy smiled a little, then asked, “Movie?”

“Let’s go watch a movie,” He said, carefully standing up from the nest.

Tommy followed a moment after.

They went down to the living room and he let Tommy put on a movie.

He nabbed his notebook and resumed plotting out his mega build while Tommy started a new project.

Halfway through the movie he set his notebook aside and grabbed his communicator.

‘Grian: Is there a way for you to make a world you all can escape to?’

‘WilburSoot: Not without leaving, sorry.’

‘Grian: It’s not a problem. I was just wondering,’

‘WilburSoot: Ask your admin. They can probably help you.’

‘Grian: I will. Love you Wil.’

‘WilburSoot: Love you too.’

He went to his messages with Xisuma,

‘Grian: Can you make a world for my family and a few friends to go to? Get away from where they are.’

‘Xisuma: Of course!’

‘Xisuma: Just tell me names.’

‘Grian: Thank you. Well me and Tommy, full name TommyInnit. Then WilburSoot, Fundy, Shroud, Yogurt, Technoblade, and Ph1LzA. Possibly other but we don’t have it confirmed.;

‘Xisuma: Is it the Technoblade?’

‘Grian: Yes’

‘Xisuma: Alright.’

‘Xisuma: I’ll give you the IP when I get it.’

‘Grian: Thank you so much X!’

‘Xisuma: It’s no problem.’

Tommy’s communicator dinged.

He looked up and over.

“Tubbo texted me,” Tommy explained.

He covered Tommy’s wings and shoulders with his wing, “What did he say?”

“He asked to call,” Tommy told him.

“Would you like too?” He asked.

Tommy paused for a moment before nodding.

“Alright,” He said pausing the movie.

Tommy called Tubbo, “Hi,” Tommy greeted, a little scared.

“Hello,” Tubbo said.

Ghostboo appeared on the screen as Tubbo set his comm down and moved away.

“Hi Boo,” Tommy greeted.

Ghostboo waved.

“Are those Grian’s wings?” Tubbo asked.

Tommy nodded.

He reached for his brother’s free hand, who took it.

“I’ve thought about what you said,” Tubbo started.

“Yeah?” Tommy hesitantly prodded.

“I want to hear what your plan for Ghostboo is,” Tubbo said.

Tommy turned to him, “Gri?”

“The plan is, our mother is the Goddess of Death, Lady Death, or Death, whichever you prefer, so we have some control over death,” He explained, “Two of us together can bring someone back to life, which Tech and Wil would do then he’d go to the new world.”

Ghostboo looked extremely interested.

Tubbo looked a bit gobshamked at the information and plan.

“You’ve planned this out,” Tommy said.

He shrugged, “It was semi emotionally driven then I logiced it out.”

“Do Wilbur and Techno know about that part of the plan?” Tubbo asked.

“Phil does so they should,” He said.

Tubbo looked like he was thinking for a while.

Tommy kept nervously shifting.

He squeezed Tommy’s hand.

Tommy all but clung to his hand, desperately leaned into his wing.

He kissed the top of Tommy’s head.

Tubbo finally, finally, spoke up, “I’ll go with you, I don’t forgive them but I’ll go with you.”

Tommy let out a relived sigh, a whole bunch of tension left his body.

“I don’t want to lose you again,” Tubbo nearly whispered.

Tommy’s face looked so soft and a bit pained, “I’m sorry.”

Tubbo shook his head, “Don’t apologize, you have nothing to be sorry for.”

He typed with one hand to Xisuma, ‘Grian: Three more, Tubbo_, Ranboo, Micheal.’

‘Xisuma: Got it.’

‘Grian: Thank you.’

“Are Niki and Eret coming?” Ghostboo asked.

Tommy shrugged, “We’ve talked about it, they can tell them. Don’t know if they have yet.”

“I haven’t heard either way,” He said.

Ghostboo nodded.

The three teens spoke for a while longer.

A ghost teen, a revived teen, and an alive teen, sounds like the start of a joke.

At some point Tommy had let go of his hand so he grabbed his planning notebook.

Eventually Shroud and Micheal’s naps were done so Tubbo and Ghostboo had to go take care of them.

After the call ended Tommy seemed to deflate.

He set his notebook aside, “What’s the matter, Baby Bird?”

“I miss Shroud,” Tommy admitted.

He tightened his wing around his brother, “You’ll see him soon, I promise.”

Tommy nodded a bit.

“I’m sorry I can’t offer more,” He said.

“It’s alright,” Tommy shrugged.

No, it’s not, He wanted to say but he refrained.

Tommy’s comm starting ringing.

“It’s Wil,” Tommy said.

“Okay,” He said.

Tommy answered, “Hello.”

“Hi Toms, I have a question,” Wilbur said.

“Ok, shoot,” Tommy said.

“We’re packing, I know you have things you’d like. Can we get a list?” Wilbur asked.

“Yeah, I can give you list,” Tommy confirmed.

“Great, follow up question. Can I go into your enderchest?” Wilbur asked.

A little known admin ability going into someone’s enderchest. Most admins don’t even know about it.

“Yeah, as long has Dream doesn’t find how to,” Tommy consented.

“Brilliant, thank you Tommy,” Wilbur said.

“Have you guys told Niki and Eret yet?” Tommy asked.

Wilbur shook his head, “Fundy’s going to tell Eret. Phil and me are trying to talk Tech into telling Niki. She’s still mad at me, and probably won’t believe me. And Phil, she doesn’t know him as well as she does me or Tech.”

Tommy nodded.

“Ghostboo asked,” He explained.

“I’ll double down,” Wilbur assured.

“Thank you,” Tommy said.

“Of course,” Wilbur said.

“Wil!” Phil called.

“Gotta go,” Wilbur said, “Love you!”

“Love you Wil,” He said.

“Love you,” Tommy said.

Wilbur ended the call.

Tommy immediately started to create a list for their family.

He went back to his planning notebook.

After dinner, Xisuma messaged him the IP for the new world.

‘Xisuma: You don’t have to ask me to add people anymore, you can do it.’

‘Grian: Thank you.’

‘Xisuma: Of course.’

‘Xisuma: Thank you for trusting me to do that for you.’

‘Grian: You’re my friend, I trust you.’

‘Xisuma: Thank you.’

“I have the IP for the new world,” He said, “Wanna go see it?”

Tommy nodded.

“Alright, just let me send out a message so my server mates don’t freak out,” He said.

Tommy nodded again.

‘Grian: We’ll be back soon. Just popping out to see something.’

“Give me the IP,” Tommy requested.

He sent his brother the IP address.

He went to the new world first, Tommy following a moment after.

It was a normal world with nothing in it but it was safe from the Watchers which he couldn’t help but feel grateful for.

“So think it’ll work?” He asked.

“Definitely,” Tommy said.

“Brilliant,” He said.

“We should built at least a shack,” Tommy said.

He nodded, “One room for each person?”

Tommy shook his head, “We won’t be here very long and Phil won’t be here at all in theory.”

“Okay, who’s sharing then?” He asked.

“Tubbo, Ghostboo, and Micheal. Me and Shroud. Fundy and Yogurt,” Tommy said.

“That’s three, then Tech, Wil, me, Niki, and Eret just in case,” He said.

“Four, five, six, seven, eight rooms,” Tommy said, counting on his fingers.

“Eight bedrooms,” He confirmed, “Then 6 bathrooms.”

“Plus a kitchen, dining room, and living room,” Tommy said.

“Alright, let’s crack on,” He said, spreading his wings.

“I got the coords,” Tommy said.

“Good, wonderful job,” He nodded.

Tommy grinned and spread his wings to match him.

He took off into the sky, Tommy following a moment after.

“What do you want to make the house out of?” He asked.

“Dark Oak because once we find a forest we can get tons,” Tommy said.

“Woodland mansion themed?” He asked.

Tommy nodded excitedly.

“Alright, dark oak first, then you get birch and I’ll get cobblestone,” He said.

“Collect today, build tomorrow, then decorate?” Tommy asked.

“That works,” He said.

They found a Dark Oak Forest and quickly set to work, making axes, getting stone with pickaxes and getting stone tools, they filled their inventories and flew back to spawn and put the wood into chests then set off for a birch forest.

Tommy filled his inventory with birch wood while he filled his with cobblestone and ores.

They returned to spawn once again dumped there inventories into chests and headed back to Hermitcraft.

‘Grian: The world is wonderful. Thank you so much.’

‘Xisuma: I’m glad.’

Tommy yawned.

“Bedtime Baby Bird,” He said.

Tommy nodded.

They got ready for bed.

Tommy fell asleep pretty quickly.

He sent a message to their father, ‘Grian: Seen the world it’s good.’

‘Ph1LzA: Good.’

‘Ph1LzA: Fundy’s going to tell Eret tomorrow. We’ve gotten Techno on board with him being the one to tell Niki.’

‘Grian: Okay, keep us updated.’

‘Ph1LzA: We will.’

He fell asleep.

Chapter Text

Tommy shook him awake.

It was still dark outside and when he squinted he could see tears running down his brother’s cheeks.

He opened his arms and Tommy fell into them. He let out a soft chirp careful and comforting.

Tommy let out a sad trill.

“Do you want me to call Dad?” He asked.

Tommy let out a needy chirp and nodded.

He grabbed his communicator and quickly rung their Dad.

“Hey Darling,” Phil greeted, a bit sleepy.

He gave a forced smile, “Hi Dad, Tommy-”

Tommy cut him off with a needy deserprate chirp.

Phil chirped back and quickly went into comforting mode.

He almost completely zoned out only returning to the present when his Dad addressed him.

“Good night Darling,” Phil said.

Tommy was back asleep in his arms, “Night Dad,” He said.

Phil hung up.

He set his communicator to the side and after a minute he was asleep.

When he woke up the second time it was daytime, morning once he looked at his comm.

He couldn’t help but wonder what his brother’s nightmare was about. He wasn’t going to ask but he did wonder.

Tommy blinked awake a few minutes later.

“Good morning,” He greeted, “What would you like for breakfast?”

“Just want cereal,” Tommy mumbled into his shoulder.

“Okay,” He said, “Let me know when you’re ready to get up and eat then go build.”

Tommy seemed to suddenly be much more awake, “Get up, get up.”

“You have to let me go for that, Baby Bird,” He said.

Tommy let go and ran off to change.

He chuckled and got up to change as well.

They had a brief breakfast before he sent off another messages, ‘Grian: Have somethings that have to do with my family. Be back tonight. I’ll explain evenually.’

Then they were off.

While getting cobblestone he’d also collected some iron and coal so they started those smelting and got to building the eight bed, six bath house needed.

They had finished the floorplan and half of the outside so they sat on the roof to eat lunch.

Tommy’s comm dinged. “Tubbo,” The golden blond explained then clicked call.

“Where are you?” Tubbo asked.

“The intermediate world,” Tommy said, “On the roof.”

Tubbo set the comm down.

Ghostboo waved.

“Wait are those wings?” Tubbo asked.

Tommy nodded, “Yeah, don’t talk about it. I don’t want you-know-who to know.”

Both Tubbo and Ghostboo nodded.

“So you guys are building a house?” Ghostboo asked.

“Yep! We might be here for a hot minute while we wait for Phil to make you guys able to join it,” Tommy explained.

“That makes sense,” Ghostboo nodded.

The three teens talked for a long while after they finished lunch, even after Micheal and Shroud woke up.

He let Tommy talk to his friends and son while he went back to build.

Tommy had lit up when he saw Shroud and Shroud had in turn.

He was honestly working faster without Tommy but he was having less fun.

Fundy had told Eret and they were on board. So Techno just had to tell Niki, which he was putting off.

He sent a message to his brother, ‘Grian: Tommy misses Shroud.’ It was short, sweet, and to the point.

‘Technoblade: You suck.’

‘Grian: You have two days, tomorrow and the next.’

‘Technoblade: Alright, fine.’

‘Grian: Love you <3’

It was nearing dinner when Tommy ended the call.

He had added The_Eret to be able to join.

“You’ve gotten a lot done,” Tommy said.

He shrugged, “I build all the time, I’ve gotten used to it.”

Tommy laughed a bit, “That’s true.”

He offered Tommy some materials and they got to work.

They finished the inside and the back before dinner.

The two of them sat on the ground of what would be the dining room and ate dinner.

“Even with Eret’s betrayal, I’m glad they’re coming,” Tommy said, “He’s really tried to make it up to us.”

He listened as Tommy rambled on about the people of the DreamSMP. His brother was specifically avoiding a certain person, Dream . It only made him more angry at the admin.

They went to collect supplies to decorate the house, beds, rugs, a full kitchen, couches, table, bathroom supplies, the whole shebang.

After they put the supplies into chests or in the rooms they belonged, they returned to Hermitcraft.

They both took showers, got ready for bed, and fell asleep quickly.

Chapter Text

He shot up, the language of the Watchers ringing in his ears. He stared at his brother, who was still fast asleep.

His hands were shaking and he wanted to cry.

He kissed the top of his brother’s head and grabbed his comm, going to the guest bedroom.

He called Scar, just hoping the Shapeshifter would answer.

“Hey Gri,” Scar said, sounding tired, “What’s the matter?’

“Nightmare,” He said.

“Can I come over?” Scar asked.

“Please,” He said, “‘M in the guest bedroom.”

“Okay,” Scar said, “I’ll be right over.”

He ended the call and curled into himself, wings coming up around him.

He wasn’t sure how long it had been but, a hand brushed against his wings.

“Knock, knock,” Scar joked.

He uncurled his wings and looked up at the current wood elf.

“There you are, Dearest,” Scar said, gently, “You’re alright, they can’t get you here. We won’t let them.”

“I know,” He said.

“But your brain forgets,” Scar said, “So we’ll say it till you remember it.”

Scar continued to comfort him until they both started to feel tired.

“I gotta go back to the nest,” He said, “Tommy will freak out if he wakes up alone.” His bird brain was a little freaked out at the idea.

“Okay,” Scar said, “Go on, I’ll sleep here.”

He nodded, “Love you.”

“Love you too,” Scar returned.

He went back to the nest and fell back asleep next to his brother.

He woke up to his house smelling sweet. He could hear Scar singing to himself from the kitchen.

Tommy was staring up at him, “Who’s here?”

“Scar,” He said, “I called him last night.”

Tommy nodded, “What is he making?”

“I don’t know,” He said, “Wanna go find out?”

Tommy’s answer was him getting up to get dressed.

He followed suit and they went downstairs were Scar was making donuts.

“Good morning Scar,” He said.

Scar jumped and turned around. “Good morning, both of you.”

Tommy waved.

He sat down at the island to watch Scar cook.

Tommy was silent for a few seconds before, “Can I help?”

Scar smiled, “Absolutely.”

He smiled and watched as his brother and best friend bake donuts.

He sent another message to his servermates, ‘Grian: We’ll be back tonight.’

They returned to the world and started to decorate the house.

They ate lunch at the dining room table.

Once they were done decorating they filled up the kitchen with food.

Around dinnertime he for a message from Techno.

‘Technoblade: I told her, she’s pissed. We’ll keep you updated.’

‘Grian: Alright.’

“Niki knows, she’s mad,” He said.

“That doesn’t surprise me,” Tommy said.

‘Nihachu: Techno and Phil let me try and kill Tommy.’

“I-a-I think this is one of the reasons she’s mad.” He showed Tommy the message.

“That does surprise me,” Tommy said.

“Well it’s good to know,” He said.

Tommy nodded.

They finished the last touches to the house and headed back to Hermitcraft.

“So it’s just Niki?” Tommy asked.

“Seems so,” He said.

Tubbo called Tommy so the two of them talked until Tommy got tired and they all went to bed.

Chapter Text

He woke up to call, ringing loudly.

Tommy woke up a moment after, glaring.

He grabbed his communicator, MumboJumbo it read. He sat up quickly and answered it, “Hey Mumbo.”

“You’re alive, right?” Mumbo asked.

Tommy got up, probably to go to the bathroom and to give them privacy.

“I’m alive, you’re alive, Scar’s alive,” He said, “Everyone is alive. Everyone’s okay. We’re okay. We’re safe in Hermitcraft. I promise.”

“You’re not talking to them , right?” Mumbo asked.

A wave of anger and fear went through him but he stayed calm, “I’m not. I’m going to a world X created on my request and building a house for my family and some of their friends. I’m trying to get them out of where they are. I promise.”

“You’ll be back?” Mumbo asked.

“I will always be back,” He promised.

“Good, good,” Mumbo said.

He hesitantly asked, “Do you want me to come over?”

“No! No,” Mumbo said, “Stay with your brother.”

“Casonova,” He sighed, using the rare nickname to get Mumbo to tell him the truth.

“I’ll call Scar,” Mumbo promised, “Get him to come over.”

“Okay,” He said, “But I’m going to check on you tomorrow. If he says you didn’t, I’m coming for you.”

“I know,” Mumbo said.

“Good,” He said.

“I’m going to call Scar now,” Mumbo told him.

“Okay, love you,” He said.

He could hear Mumbo give a small smile, “Love you too.” Mumbo hung up.

“You can come back in Toms,” He called.

Tommy came back into the room and nest.

“Thank you for giving us privacy, Baby Bird,” He said.

Tommy nodded.

“Can I hug you?” He asked.

Tommy smiled and nodded again.

He hugged his brother, placing a quick kiss on the top of his head.

Soon they laid back down and fell asleep.

They woke up to daylight shining through the window.

He grabbed his communicator and messaged Scar.

‘Grian: Did Mumbo call you?’

“Breakfast?” He asked.

“Let me do so,” Tommy said, “Please.”

“Go ahead, Baby Bird,” He said.

Tommy ran off to go make breakfast.

He got up, took a shower, and got ready for the day.

When he entered the kitchen Tommy was halfway through making pancakes.

He offered help which Tommy allowed.

They were sitting down to eat his comm dinged.

‘GoodTimesWithScar: Yes, I went over. We’re alright.’

‘Grian: Good, Love you.’

‘GoodTimesWithScar: Love you too.’

They ate the pancakes.

“These are really good Toms,” He said.

Tommy blushed, “Thank you.”

“Of course,” He said.

As they were cleaning up he asked a question, “So have you given Wil a list?”

“Yep,” Tommy responded.

He smiled and flicked soap at his brother’s head.

Tommy laughed and did the same.

They were wiping down his kitchen when they got the confirmation that Niki would be joining them.

He added Nihachu to be able to join the world.

Tommy packed up the things he’d collected over his short stay into a bag.

He told everyone to et ready to go the next day after everyone confirmed they could have everything packed up by tomorrow.

“Ready?” He asked as they were watching a movie after lunch.

Tommy laughed, “Yeah, I guess. Ready to leave the DreamSMP, less so the people.”

“I’m sorry,” He said.

Tommy shrugged, “The main people I care about are coming with.”

“And you’re going home,” He added.

Tommy nodded, “I can’t wait to go home. I’ve been missing it. Can’t wait to show Shroud.

He smiled, “What do you think his favorite part will be?”

“How big it is,” Tommy told him.

“Spider Hybrid, right?” He asked.

“Yep,” Tommy said.

“You’ll see him tomorrow, I promise,” He said.

“I know,” Tommy said, confidently.

They went back to their movie.

Both of them answered messages that came in, one which involved him promising to explain eventually.

Dinner was a bit chaotic but that was something that was to be expected.

“Wow, wow, wow, I can’t believe you Grie,” Tommy joked, “I make a wonderful meal and this is how you treat me.”

“I helped make the food!” He protested.

“Semantics,” Tommy brushed off.

He laughed and shook his head.

“He’s not going to be happy,” Tommy said as they were laying down to sleep.

“I care little for what makes him happy,” He said.

“What’s your plan for him?” Tommy asked.

“Well you said he used to speedrun?” He asked.

“Yeah, why?” Tommy tilted his head confused.

“Well I’m going to have him play a little game,” He said.

“What’s the game?” Tommy asked.

“He has to get to the End and beat the Dragon before he gets killed by the people chasing him,” He explained, “If he dies or beats the Dragon it starts again in a new world.”

Tommy’s eyes widened, “I know who have to be the hunters, well two of them.”

“Who?” He asked.

“George because it’ll be bad for Dream and Sapnap because he’ll be glad to do it,” Tommy said.

“GeorgeNotFound and Sapnap, got it.” He nodded.

“You’ll have to choose other if you want more but,” Tommy shrugged.

“Thank you Toms,” He said.

Tommy nodded and smiled.

They fell asleep.

Chapter Text

Ranboo, Tubbo, Fundy, and the three kids were going to be the first ones through.

Techno and Wilbur brought Ranboo back and the six server hopped to the new world.

The remaining people server hopped with the remaining stuff, Phil, Techno, Wilbur, Eret, and Niki.

Phil gave both him and Tommy a hug before he went to their home world.

“Oaky there are eight bedrooms, Tubbo, Ranboo, and Micheal are sharing. Everyone else gets there own room,” He announced.

Everyone went to get settled in after Tommy managed to talk his way out of both his friends’ and brothers’ arms.

He started cooking lunch soon after.

Eret and Niki seemed a bit uncomfortable being room the three teens, less so with Ranboo, and Tubbo in Niki’s case.

Tommy and Tubbo definitely noticed.

During the three littles’ naptimes, Tommy did something about Eret.

“Eret, we forgive you, stop being so weird,” Tommy said, “Dream’s a bitch, stop it.”

“Baby Bird,” He called.

“Not sorry!” Tommy called back.

“But seriously we wouldn’t have let you come if we weren’t cool with you,” Tommy said.

“I betrayed you,” Eret said.

“And you’ve made up for it,” Tubbo said.

“And you want to talk about betrayal?” Tommy asked, “Wilbur and Techno are in the house too.”

“They’re your brothers,” Eret protested.

“Techno still killed my best friend.” Tommy shrugged, “And Wil blew up my home.”

Tubbo spared a glance at Tommy face shocked and a bit touched.

“We forgive you, forgive yourself,” Tommy said.

Eret left looking contemplative.

He felt his heart hurt a bit as he thought, When did you have to grow up?

He convinced Tommy to help him cook dinner.

No one had noticed everyone was missing quite yet so was good for them.

Niki was hovering at the door.

“Niki, I knew you and Jack were trying to kill me,” Tommy said, seemingly done with the hovering and staring, “I don’t know why you were trying, but Phil and Techno won’t have let it get that far.”

“I tried to lead you into a Nuclear Explosion,” Niki protested.

“Do you really think I would hold you up so much if I thought something innocent was happening?” Tommy asked, “I'm not stupid and you know that.”

“That does make sense,” Niki relented.

“Now, come help us,” Tommy said.

He shook his head amused.

Dinner came and the boys were just put down for bed when the first message came through.

‘Quackity: Where are you?’

“What do I answer?” Fundy asked.

“Tell him the truth,” Wilbur said.

‘Fundy: In another world, with my family. I will not be returning.’

“So now we wait,” Tubbo said.

“Yep,” Tommy agreed.

“It shouldn’t be the long,” He spoke up, “Dad’s pretty good at what needs to be done.”

“Dad is Phil,” Wilbur jumped in.

Eret, Niki, Tubbo, and Ranboo went off to bed with goodnights, and hugs in Tubbo and Ranboo’s case from Tommy.

Fundy went to leave but Wilbur grabbed his arm.

“Stay for a moment,” Wilbur said.

Fundy sat back down.

“So,” Wilbur started, “I need to apologize to the two of you.” The brunette addressed Tommy and Fundy.

“It’s fi-” Tommy tried to say.

“No, it’s not,” Wilbur cut him off, “I let him into my head and it affected both of you.”

Tommy’s brows furrowed, “Stop the you ‘let’ him mindset. It’s shit. I would know. He was going to get what he wanted one way or another. If he didn’t get to you, he would go after someone else.”

“He wanted you and Tommy because he didn’t have control over you,” Fundy said.

“Which is a great quality!” He spoke up.

Techno nodded in agreement.

“I’m still sorry,” Wilbur said, “You both deserve it.”

“Thank you,” Fundy said.

Wilbur nodded in acknowledgement.

“I forgive you,” Tommy said.

Wilbur sighed.

He could tell that Wilbur wanted to ask why, why Tommy forgave him.

Fundy, Tommy, and Techno went off to bed.

“Wil,” He called.

“Yeah?” Wilbur asked.

“You can’t control someone’s ability to forgive,” He said, “Let him choose Wil. That’s the best thing you can do to slowly make it up to them.”

Wilbur was silent.

“I know you believe that you don’t deserve forgiveness,” He said, “So work on it, do things to make it up to them. Work on being better. If you try and control if they forgive you isn’t being better.”

“Okay,” Wilbur said, sounding a bit defeated.

“I’m proud of you,” He said, mirroring words their father would often say.

“What, why?” Wilbur asked, the whiplash from being scolded to being almost praised.

“You recognize and admit your wrong, a lot of people can’t do that,” He said.

“I guess,” Wilbur shrugged.

He sighed, “Good night, Song Bird. I love you.”

“Goodnight, Love you too,” Wilbur said.

He stood up, kissed the top of Wilbur’s head, and went up to his room.

He didn’t actually go to bed until he heard Wilbur’s door close.

Chapter Text

He woke up to noise in the kitchen and the smell of something burning.

He quickly got up and went downstairs.

Wilbur had a pan in his hand scraping something off of it.

“You alright there Wil?” He asked.

Wilbur jumped a little, “A bit.”

“What were you trying to make?” He asked crossing to his brother.

“French toast, and then I was going to make sausage and eggs but,” Wilbur gestured at the bin and pan helplessly.

“Okay, it’s alright. We’ve got this,” He assured.

Wilbur and him made breakfast.

The day went on with all of them just trying to avoid annoying each other or destroying the house.

The three boys had just awoken up from their naps when a message came through on all of their communicators.

‘Ph1LzA joined the game’

He exchanged looks with his brothers.

A knock sounded on the door.

He got up and opened it, Phil stood on the otherside of the door, smiling at him.

“Hi Dad,” He said, matching his father’s smile.

“Hey mate,” Phil said.

He let Phil in the house.

Wilbur noticed them first, “Time to go?”

“Yep,” Phil said.

Wilbur, Eret, Techno, and Niki went to go grab their stuff. Ranboo went to grab his, Tubbo, and Micheal’s stuff.

Phil offered to looked after Shroud and Yogurt so Tommy and Fundy could go get their stuff.

They accepted the offer and he also jumped to help watch them.

Once everyone had all of their things they went through to him and his brothers’ home world.

He smiled as he saw his childhood home.

“Woah,” He heard Fundy say.

Wilbur chuckled, “It’s pretty awesome seeing for the first time.”

He could feel the safety from the Watchers that his father put in place. His smile grew.

“Let’s go get you all settled in,” Phil said.

Everyone went into the house and Phil showed the guests to their rooms.

He went into his room, laying down. The next part of the plan ran through his mind and he grinned.

He could hear everyone getting settled or resettled in the house. The sounds of them doing so settled something in his heart.

Soon hear the sounds of Shroud, Micheal, and Yogurt playing. It reminded him of when his brothers’ would play.

He started getting the last part of his plan ready.

Phil made dinner for everyone and they continued to settle.

Niki and Eret started to make plans with Phil to build their own houses.

“Hey so odd question,” He said.

Everyone looked over at him.

“I have a plan for you-know-who-” He said.

“Dream~” Tommy singsonged.

“And it involves people chasing him,” He continued a playful glare sent Tommy’s way, “Other then George and Sapnap who else do you think would be good?”

“BadBoyHalo,” Techno said, “He’s terrifying if he wants to be. Also a cult leader.”

“Antfrost,” Eret said, “Part of the cult, killed Foolish, and is a good fighter.”

He nodded.

“Sam,” Tubbo said, “He’s the Warden of the prison. He refused to get Tommy out of the prison cell leaning him with his abuser. He killed Ranboo and kidnapped Micheal.”

“Sam’s not that bad,” Tommy said, “He’s shit sure but he doesn’t need to be stuck with him .”

“He killed Ghostbur,” Tubbo deadpanned.

“Plus he’d probably want to chase Dream,” Ranboo added.

Tommy was silent.

“What’s his-?” He started to ask.

“Awesamdude,” Wilbur cut him off.

“Thank you,” He said.

“When are you going?” Tommy asked.

“Tomorrow, I’ll be back by dinner,” He said, “Promise.”

Tommy nodded.

Soon everyone went to bed.

Chapter Text

He woke up to a scream. He went straight to Tommy’s room.

Phil was comforting Tommy so he went over to the Spider Hybrid on who looked extremely confused,

“Hey there Shroud,” He said.

“Dad?” Shroud signed.

“Your Dad’s okay,” He assured, “Your Grandpa’s making sure of it.”

“Promise?”

“I promise, Little Bird,” He said.

Shroud giggled, signing, “I not bird.”

“No, but your Dad is,” He said, “Plus I call, Wil and Techno birds and they’re not birds.”

“You silly,” Shroud signed.

“You’re silly,” He said.

Shroud yawned.

“How about you go back to sleep?” He suggested.

Shroud laid back down and soon fell back asleep.

He stood up and looked back to his brother’s bed.

Tommy was covered in the blank wings of their father.

“Goodnight,” He said.

“Goodnight Darling,” Phil responded.

He went back to his room and fell asleep.

He was staring over the DreamSMP in full Watcher get up. He was waiting for the admin to show up.

Dream was not the admin who showed up, a reindeer hybrid appeared.

“Hello,” He said, voice sounding like millions over top of each other.

The admin nodded, then signed, “What you want with us?”

“I only truely have business with your fellow admin Dream, but I would like if all residents would come here,” He said.

The man, Callahan, nodded and went to get everyone.

He watched them all filter into where he was, the L’manburg crater if he remembered correctly.

Once everyone got there he made himself known, “Hello people of the DreamSMP.”

“What have you done to them?!” Quackity demanded.

“Nothing,” He said, “They are safe.”

“Why are you here?” Foolish asked.

He smiled, “I’m here to punish someone.”

“Who?” Purpled asked.

“Dream,” He said.

Dream laughed, “For what?”

“For what you have done to my brothers,” He said, “Along with the pathetic imitation of my mother’s abilities.” His Watcher get up shimmered into his Vulture persona.

Everyone took a step back, well everyone but Dream.

“You know my father’s title as well as the eldest of my younger brother’s,” He said, voice back to normal, “The Angel of Death and The Blood Good.”

Dream didn’t move.

“What you don’t know is what my other two younger brother’s titles are The Siren and The Phoenix,” He continued, “Also known as Wilbur Soot and TommyInnit.”

Gasps went through the crowd while Dream froze.

He glared, “I do not take kindly to what’s happened to my family here. So you will be playing a small game.” His smile turned sharp, “You will be chased by hunters while you try to get to the End and kill the Dragon. If you beat the Dragon or if they kill you the game will restart in a new world. The hunters can respawn as many times as necessary.”

Dream stared at him.

“Who are the hunters?” Punz asked.

“I have a few ideas from my family but if anyone would like to volunteer,” He said, “I’d take it into consideration.”

Sapnap nudged George and they both raised their hands. Out of the corner of his eye he could also see Antfrost, Sam, and Bad raise their hands. Skeppy glanced at Bad a bit surprised.

He nodded.

“What if they don’t chase him?” Someone asked.

“Well, if they play the game they have a chance to eventually leave it,” He said, “If they don’t they’ll be stuck there forever.”

“You can’t do that,” Dream said.

“Says who?” He asked.

“I’m an admin,” Dream said.

He shrugged, “So is Wilbur. I’m a Watcher. I. Don’t. Care.”

“Wilbur was a-?” Dream breathed.

“Yes, and our mother is the Goddess of Death so believe me when I say you will be glad that I put you in a game instead of just killing you,” He said.

Dream started to protest so he started the game, or started the pregame.

“I will be adding hunters as the game goes on,” He said, “GeorgeNotFound will be the first hunter. Sapnap will be the second, BadBoyHalo the third, Antfrost the fourth, and Awesamdude will be the fifth and last for the time being.”

George and the other future hunters nodded.

George disappeared to the game.

“Goodbye,” He said and headed back to his home world.

The boys were asleep, it was naptime when he returned.

He put the game on the TV in the living room.

“That’s such a good punishment,” Wilbur said.

“I thought it was better than killing him,” He said.

His brothers agreed.

They continued with their days getting used to their new normal.

He went to bed with a content smile on his face.

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The game was going to plan, all five hunters were now in the game. Dream was learning his lessons.

Eret and Niki had both built houses, as did Tubbo and Ranboo. He had returned to Hermitcraft and explained what had happened.

His family and their friends had been healing.

He was glad that they were safe and in a place they could heal.

They had a long way to go but they were getting there.

It was enough for the time being.

He continued on Hermitcraft, visiting at least once every two weeks.

It was good, they could heal and forgive. They were safe and happy. The person who was the main instigator of everything was getting punished.

It was good, life was good.