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Part 5 of MCYT Fic Fight 2025! , Part 90 of The Bedrockbros-centric Mastercollection™
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it's a grisly job

Summary:

“Are you sure you haven't found a case yet?” Tommy tilted his head. “Like, are you really, really sure?”

Techno's eyes lingered on his computer screen for a brief moment before looking at Tommy and sighing. “Could you be any more impatient?” he asked. “You know, you sound absolutely deranged when you act like you've bored yourself to death waiting for news of bizarre, grisly killings.”

“Yeah, well, it's our fucking job, you moron,” Tommy said sarcastically, lightly tapping his foot as the seconds passed without any hints of a new case.

“Ah, our job?” Techno snorted. “Like last hunt when you almost got beheaded by a revenant?”

 

OR

 

Techno and Tommy hunt an angry spirit.

 

Prompt: ghost hunting

Notes:

this is just an excuse to write another bedrockbros supernatural au

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Work Text:

 

Tommy paced back and forth, arms crossed as he gazed absent-mindedly out the window. He pushed air out of his mouth, cheeks puffing up when he finally decided to march over to where his brother had been lounging for five hours straight.

 

“Are you sure you haven't found a case yet?” Tommy tilted his head. “Like, are you really, really sure?”

 

Techno's eyes lingered on his computer screen for a brief moment before looking at Tommy and sighing. “Could you be any more impatient?” he asked. “You know, you sound absolutely deranged when you act like you've bored yourself to death waiting for news of bizarre, grisly killings.”

 

“Yeah, well, it's our fucking job, you moron,” Tommy said sarcastically, lightly tapping his foot as the seconds passed without any hints of a new case.

 

“Ah, our job?” Techno snorted. “Like last hunt when you almost got beheaded by a revenant?”

 

Tommy glared at him. “That doesn't cou–”

 

“Shhh.” Techno was quick to hush him, a palm held out in front of his brother as he clicked on something on his screen.

 

Tommy unfolded his arms, hunching over Techno's chair to scan the laptop. “What? What is it?”

 

“I think I've found us a case.”

 

 

Tommy had visited the locals, questioning them about their seemingly ordinary suburban neighbourhood. ‘Not from around here?’, they had asked him. The locals have always been too quick to notice. Tommy wasn't even a city guy. In fact, he wasn't even any kind of guy at all. He lived in hostels and motel rooms and in hot-wired, stolen cars—he has never truly belonged anywhere.

 

It was the best he and Techno could do in their line of work.

 

‘I have to admit, I love love love playing the hero,’ he told Techno once, back when he was still new, give or take nine months ago, at handling the whole ghost hunting scheme. His brother was quick to shut him down, which led to a three-day sermon about how dangerous their job is, that people would die, that they could die.

 

Tommy had shrugged, which earned him a concerned look from Techno, as if he were the stereotypical wrench in the works rebel of a sibling. But it wasn't true. Tommy was good at his job. He knew it. The townspeople he had saved knew it.

 

He has grown up around Techno his entire life, watched their opinions clash and arguments arise, felt nights calm their wary bodies and heal shattered bones. But he wasn't entirely sure his brother thought the same of him.

 

 

 

The moonlight shone through the ruins of the depression-era home. Loose pavement crunched beneath their feet and the evening wind beat unto the back of their heads. Techno had his shotgun drawn out, filled completely with salt. Tommy trailed behind, his own weapon stiff in his hands.

 

“This is the place,” Techno said, breath misting through the warm, summer air, an indication of the lost spirit nearby.

 

The door swung open like an invitation. Tommy stepped inside, slow steps disturbing the musty floorboards tested by time.

 

He wasn't spared a single second to react before he was swept off his feet, translucent hands pinning him to the wall like a butterfly caught in a spider’s web.

 

“Tommy!” Techno yelled as he fired his gun at the hobbling spirit.

 

The invisible restraints were untethered at once, Tommy falling to the floor with a grunt.

 

“You alright?”

 

“Yeah, duh. You said he's buried here?” Tommy shouted amongst the ruckus.

 

Techno nodded quickly. “Backyard. You know what to do, Tommy.”

 

“Hold him off for me!”

 

The younger raced to the backdoor, flicking his lighter in an impulsive way.

 

The ghost hovered just above the cracked tiles of the kitchen. A man in scorched clothing shooting angry eyes although the obscured smoke.

 

“How dare you trespass into my home?” the spirit hissed, sharp and senile. His voice boomed through the room. Techno could not help but frown, unamused.

 

Then, the ghost flung his arms forward, and imaginary hands started to suffocate Techno by the neck, making him gasp for air. His body was suspended in the air as a spiteful cackle wrinkled the frozen night. With one easy whisk of the wrist, Techno was cast aside, the back of his head hitting the cobweb-filled wall, knocking him out cold.

 

 

The trees shifted behind Tommy as he scurried to find the concealed grave. He was instantaneously yanked forward, heels dragging marks onto the soil as the ghost led him towards its demented grasp.

 

Tommy struggled for his gun, pulling the trigger right in front of the spirit's face. It disappeared with a screech, but he knew it would be back. He needed to hurry, perhaps even pray, but hastening has never hurt him before, and so he pushed on. 

 

Tommy came face-to-face with splinters of stone, etchings carved into the old ruins that still smelled of dead flowers and pasturage and dimes.

 

He dug quickly into the grave with a spare shovel he'd picked up from the shed along the way. The grave was shallow, rain and moisture wearing down its sophisticated form.

 

The ghost reappeared just as it had left, with a shriek, and now it was even more irate. Completely livid as it attempted to haul Tommy out of its coffin by his hair. The ghost hunter rang out shots without looking back, grinning to himself when it hit the ghost and he heard another animalistic scream.

 

“Buh-bye, bitch,” Tommy smirked before crawling out of the grave, and using his lighter to ignite the bones.

 

Distantly, he heard crackling. The spirit faded into view, and then out. It flickered, shouted indecipherable curses as the flames licked its body. Or, well, non-body.

 

Tommy raised an eyebrow at it. “Yeah, burn you bastard.”

 

Techno arrived just in time—a hand on the back of his head—to witness the last of the ghost blaze fiercely. He gaped at Tommy who only gave him a proud shrug of the shoulder.

 

“I take it I have missed great things,” Techno walked over to his brother, dusting off his pants.

 

“Where the fuck were you?” Tommy questioned.

 

“Out like a light,” Techno remarked with a chuckle. “But I knew you had it handled.”

 

Tommy beamed to himself. “Oh yeah? You really thought so?”

 

“Of course I really thought so. I taught you everything you know, kid. You're just like me. You're one of us.”

Notes:

tysm for reading!! lets go fireflies!!!!