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This bitch is really starting to piss Tommy off.
Like. A lot. His stupid smirk as he throws various, very dangerous items - cough, knives - towards Tommy, the blonde struggling to throw himself out of the way. He’s so fucking tired, he’s kinda surprised the Hero Organization hasn’t came in and saved Tommy from this insane motherfucker. Anyone- anyone at all, would be nice, because the cuts slicing across Tommy’s cheeks, blood pouring from the wound and painting his teeth crimson from underneath his mask. (Dream gave it to him, telling him You’re like my kid, Tommy, I’m in charge of you. If I give you this, maybe people will leave you alone if they know you’re under my protection.)
Well, sometimes Dream is like that. All protective and sweet and making Tommy feel wanted every once in a while, but sometimes… he gets a little weird. Making disapproving noises at the littlest things Tommy does- it feels like he’s under a microscope. A patient in a doctor’s office, life in the doctor’s hands. It’s almost, well, manipulative, but god forbid Dream hears him say that and Tommy’s head will be hung up in the Organization’s HQ’s hallways.
Anyways, Siren.
He and Siren have been going at it for a while- and not just this one fight, they’ve kinda always been at each other’s throats, for the months that they've known each other. The second they met, Tommy called him a stupid bitch, and Siren called him three, and Tommy’s not really just gonna let him get away with it.
It's not like Tommy doesn't know Blade or Angel, which he certainly does, he has had one-on-one fights with both of them- it ended with either the Angel’s hand clamped around his ankle as he was tauntingly hung upside down, or Blade’s clawed fingers around his throat.
When they met for the very first time, both the Blade and the Angel were with Siren, and they both jumped at Siren’s defense- but, Tommy clearly remembers the man holding out a calm hand and uttering, That one’s mine.
Blade’s response was murmured through their coms, which Tommy heard, because his hearing is simply that great. (Or, he was born with better senses than the average human, shocker.) Are you gonna kill them?
No, Siren laughs, borderline a cackle, and Tommy feels himself get goosebumps. Look at them, they sound like a teenager. I’m not that cruel, not cruel enough to hurt a kid.
Eh. Back to the fight.
The man tackles Tommy to the ground with a snarled growl, his teeth bared- his mouth is exposed because that’s the villain’s main power. He can force people into submission, make them do whatever he wants by switching to this state of mind where his voice gets all honey-like. Witchcraft type shit. Tommy’s heard Sapnap say Siren almost made him walk off the edge of a building before Dream jumped in.
Tommy has blockers in his ears, constantly, specifically for the purpose if he ever runs into Siren. Or, worse, Blade and Angel, who are buddy-buddy with Siren himself. (Labelled The Syndicate by the public. Tommy thought it was a stupid name.)
He throws Siren off of him, the man’s back cracking as it slams into a nearby wall, and Tommy sucks in a sharp, shaky breath as the red-black blockers in his ears fall out as he slumps back on his ass. Siren straightens from his spot on the concrete, stained in blood, and Tommy sees the exact moment his lips stretch into a bloodthirsty grin. The blonde’s eyes widen, and he scrambles for the blockers before- “Stop.”
Tommy stops.
Siren smiles.
The piece of shit nonchalantly pulls himself to his feet, brushing himself off. His tongue darts out of his mouth and licks a drop of blood spilling down the side of his face. Tommy wants to shiver in fear- but that’s not him. Dream taught him better than to be scared of someone as insignificant as Siren- but it’s Siren. Siren is one of the most feared villains in the world. His name makes a shiver run up everyone’s spines, Tommy, unfortunately, included.
Siren approaches him, slowly, deliberately, and Tommy feels himself start to tremble, the quivering beginning with his fingertips. He has an urge to scream, to cry, to pull himself further and further away from the monster walking towards him, but he can’t do jack shit.
The villain stands in front of him, and Tommy feels pathetic. He feels a little looked down upon, literally, but this feels… a little too mortifying, even for Tommy. There’s a soft chuckle, before a hand begins to pull at a mask, and Tommy gasps. “Wait- wait- no, no- you- stop-”
“ Shh, ” Siren murmurs, “ quiet, little hero.”
Tommy’s mouth snaps shut, and he only watches as the man plays dramatics, slowly tugging the mask off of his face until Siren drops it on the ground. Blonde curls puff up after being pushed down, sky blue eyes wide, frightened; Tommy feels like the thing he never wanted to be while fighting, the thing he tries not to be on shifts, while around Dream and Sapnap and George- but here. Here, Tommy cannot hide. He is borderline glued to the ground, hands lifeless, his body incapable of doing anything else besides listening to Siren’s orders. He is nothing, nothing but a tiny, scared child. Frustrated, afraid tears flood his eyes, but Tommy has enough dignity left where he keeps them from trickling down his blotchy cheeks.
Siren is quiet, his lips parted with no words coming out, his hands falling limp by his sides as he stares at the kid below. Scars and little pieces of iron and glass that grazed his skin paint his face like a child’s canvas, his pale, ivory face a stark contrast to the way his eyes pop out. The hand that was before tugging off his mask comes back and tilts his chin, turning his jaw left and right, giving Siren a real good look at the injuries spread across his face. Tommy cannot see the villain’s expression, but he feels that the man is probably staring at the jagged, ripped pink skin spreading from his jaw to his nose. A little gift Jester bestowed upon him a while ago; it hurt like fucking hell. He’ll never forgive the man for it.
Speaking of which- the man kneels in front of him, and Tommy sees the way his mouth is practically screwed shut. He opens it- and the movement was probably equivalent to pulling teeth- and asks, voice laced in absolute fury, “Theseus, who gave you that scar?”
His voice has lost the demanding, smug, sugar-dripped tone, the one he picked up when prying into Tommy to get him to do what he wanted. Tommy shakes his head.
The hand cradling his chin tightens, and Tommy gasps, “ Theseus, who did this to you? ”
Tommy spoke too soon, he supposes, because the voice is back, but there’s no sweet, foreboding tone peppered in behind it. It’s hard, angry, frustrated, even, and Tommy cannot stop himself from speaking, loud and clear. “Jester.” Tommy whispers.
Siren recoils, then his mouth spreads into a grin. Not a happy one- it’s hiding some sort of absolute rage in it- an emotion from Siren Tommy never wants to be on the receiving end of. “I see.”
His head turns, giving Tommy a once-over before huffing, “Should’ve known a brat like you was nothing but a child.”
Tommy grits his teeth, opening his mouth to retort.
Siren holds up a taunting finger, “Ah, ah, Theseus.”
This bitch is probably the most petty asshole Tommy’s ever met, and he’s met Dream. If Tommy had Siren’s power, Siren himself would be the first person Tommy would force to jump off a bridge. And then maybe Tubbo, or no- Ranboo.
“Can I go now?” Tommy mumbles, ducking his head. Maybe if he tries to ask nicely, Siren will let him leave, but it’s kind of a long-shot, considering Siren knows he’s a kid. Maybe he’ll finish him off, right here right now, leave Tommy for dead, leave the blonde for Dream to find.
Siren hums, and a hand cards through his hair, and Tommy- he tried, he really did, but he can’t help himself. He hasn’t had hair ruffles in forever, because Dream doesn’t do physical touch. He leans into the villain’s hair like a cat, making a happy noise as the taller starts to soothingly scratch his scalp. “Yeah, no,” Tommy hears the villain whisper, “I’m definitely keeping you.”
No doubt Siren meant for that to be for his own ears only, but Tommy has heightened senses, arsehole; he heard that shit loud and clear. Tommy makes a strangled noise, pulling himself away from Siren’s tempting hand. The man swears, pulling back onto his haunches, before he gently shushes Tommy. “Shush, kid, it’s alright.” Siren pauses, but his head perks up, like he just got a good idea, “Go to sleep,” he whispers, voice soft, sweet. “I’ll keep you safe.”
Bells ring in Tommy’s head, and he tries to act on it, but his eyelids are falling shut and Tommy is helpless.
____
“ So you fucking brought him home? Wilbur- what the fuck is wro-”
“Wilbur’s definitely the type to pick up strays, to be honest.”
“Theseus has always belonged to me, Phil, I liked him the second I met him.”
“You mean fought h-”
And Tommy drifts.
___
“ I’m sorry I forced you to reveal,” A soothing hand tugs gently at his curls. “ I feel bad for doing that. But, I don’t feel bad for forcing you to come home with me.” Fingers tracing a figure-8 on his palm. “ You’re nothing but a little kid. You can’t be above fucking eighteen, fuckin’ hell.”
“I never planned for you to leave.”
___
Tommy really awakes sometime later, but this time, it isn't Siren by his bedside. His head is foggy- he can't remember very well what the people (he's guessing Siren and some others) were saying, but he heard a name- Wilbur - and a monotone voice.
His eyes flutter open, scrunching his nose at the smell of hospital, augh. He hasn't been in very many- he lives on the streets- he doesn't get cared for when he gets hurt, but he's been inside enough saving people to know they smell awful. Lifeless, dead, eww.
Then he sees the person sitting on a plastic chair in the corner, their nose in a book. They’ve got a skull latched over their face- oh.
Oh no.
Tommy gasps, sitting straight upright, and he's about to scramble out of this stupid fucking bed to grab something to cover his face before his wrists are grabbed in an steel grip and pinned to the bed. The blonde glances up, about to swear up a storm, before the someone- the person sitting in the corner, who has now moved in what seems to be lighting-speed to stop Tommy from moving- clamps a hand over his mouth.
All Tommy does is glare, because he's pinned and muzzled, so Tommy prays that they're somehow extremely intimidated into letting him go. The pig-guy is so utterly unperturbed it's not even funny, scoffing, before saying, “You really are a kid.”
Tommy squirms, eyes narrowing at the unnecessary insult. The man’s hands tighten warningly.
Well. There's a few ways Tommy could handle this. He could, one, continue to struggle in this bitch’s restraining hold until he miraculously got away, or, two, he could slump his shoulders to show his defeat and the man would let go. Or. You know. He might not out of pure paranoia.
Fuck.
The shorter slumps his shoulders.
He can practically hear the pig-guy raise an eyebrow, before the hands are removed and Tommy’s free.
Eh. It'd be better not to try an escape, because this dude’s at least 6’1, stocky build, muscles, strong as fuck, and Tommy, glorious self-proclaimed 6’3, is a- well. He’s lanky and awkward and is all bark no bite. Basically, he has no fucking chance.
Wait a damn minute.
“Holy shit,” Tommy breathes, “ You’re—”
“Wow.” Blade says sarcastically, “Took you a shorter amount of time than expected.”
Blade and Tommy don't exactly have the best background. Hey- Tommy’s too charismatic for it. The guy just didn't vibe with how chill Tommy took fights, but the blonde takes overwhelming amounts of pride in being able to make the man laugh every once in a while. Besides that, Blade… Blade has injured him really, really badly before. Stabs to the stomach, an arrow in his ankle, his cheek- the dude chopped off his ponytail that he took like six months to grow. Shit pisses him off.
“Shut up,” Tommy mumbles.
He looks up, and Blade cocks his head. “Where’s Siren?”
Blade looks at his watch, “He’ll be here… in about three seconds.”
Tommy blinks, then the door bursts open, and in comes in Siren-
The youngest in the room gasps loudly, turning away, shoving his face in his hands. “ What the fuck?”
Siren makes a confused noise, breathing roughly- it obviously took him a while to get here. “Hm?”
“Where the hell is your mask!?”
“Oh.” Siren huffs. “I dunno. I don’t need it.”
“Yes, you do!” Tommy shrieks, before Siren approaches him, and hands pull his face from the safety of his crossed arms.
The first thing he notices about Siren is the fact he's wearing a dark red beanie, which is kinda stupid, but you know. Whatever. Said beanie is paired with a dark grey jumper, hands clad in fingerless gloves, and Siren himself- curly brown hair pools over his right eye, practically a curtain, wireframe glasses sat atop the bridge of his nose. Warm brown eyes stare back at him; it’s almost unsettling, because this is the same person that screams and howls with laughter as he forces people to kill themselves, forces people to kill other people. Tommy himself was mind controlled into letting Siren unveil his identity.
“I didn't wear my mask on purpose, kid.” Siren smiles, “Wilbur.”
Tommy blinks. “Wha-”
“My name,” Siren repeats, “is Wilbur.”
Tommy sighs. “Shit name.”
Blade snorts from the corner of the room, “He’s got you there.”
“That’s Techno,” Si- Wilbur smiles, and a hand is already reaching into Tommy’s curls, the kid melting like a candle as fingers scratch back and forth. “He’s my twin.”
“Oh my god,” Techno says, smothering his face into the palms of his hands, “I’m going to kill you.” He peels off his pig-skull, and out comes bright pink hair, cascading down the man’s shoulders into a long braid he apparently put up. Red eyes dart around the room, before landing on Tommy, and the younger shivers at the gaze.
Wilbur pulls away, motioning towards Tommy; Techno shrugs, before walking slowly, and Tommy squirms. Fuck fuck fuck shit shit balls fu-
Techno lays back on his haunches directly in front of him, and Tommy is now noticing his pointed ears, mainly as they flick, the golden jewelry that's held to it jingling as it is thrown around in rapid movements.
The first thing the pinkette does is reach up and brush Tommy’s curls out of his face, red eyes sparkling with delight; Wilbur lets out a soft laugh, “Gold,” he supplies to Tommy’s confusion, “me and Techno are piglin hybrids,” Wilbur points to his own pointed ears, and Tommy’s eyes widen in recognition, “piglins are very possessive over gold, or anything shiny in general.”
“So,” Tommy says slowly, “I am one of those ‘possessions?’” He holds up air quotes as he says it, and he leans his head back as Techno scratches a good spot in his hair, the other beginning to let out a quiet, soothing rumble- like chuff-chuff.
“Well,” Wilbur murmurs, making his way over to tilt Tommy’s head, “you are one of them, but you're not just one of our things. You're still Theseus."
“I see,” Tommy replies, softly, as if to not disturb the little trance Techno is in, his crimson eyes sparkling as he stares at the golden spread across Tommy’s curls. Wilbur seems to be following suit.
“Yeah, no," Techno murmurs, butting his head against Tommy’s chest, “we’re keeping him.”
Maybe, Tommy from a few hours ago would absolutely despise the position he's in. Except- the way Wilbur was so quick to ask for who hurt him, the way he brought him home (maybe without his consent, but it's not like he really lost too much- he gained so much more), the way Wilbur’s now introduced him into someone whose treating him better than Dream has in all the years he's known him.
Is it even worse that Blade happens to be rivals with Dream? Probably. Does Tommy care? No. It's not like Dream was all that possessive of him in the first place, really.
He blinks. “Wilbur, why is there blood on your sweater.” He doesn't know how he didn't see it when he first saw Wil’s face, but-
Wilbur glances downwards, at the huge splash of crimson across his middle. “Ah, see, I had some… business . I had a nice chat with Jester while you were asleep.”
“A chat,” Tommy raises an eyebrow. “Or a bloodbath?”
Wilbur dips his head, his mouth next to Tommy’s ear, and he shivers (a little in fear, a little in surprise at the proximity), “Maybe a bit of both.” He pulls away. “Jester touched my things,” He messes with Tommy’s small, stubby ponytail he pulled together early this morning, just so it wouldn't get in the way on his shift, “I made sure he knew that you're under my protection.”
“Our.” Techno corrects, quietly. It's a bit of a shock to see such a powerful figure in such a subdued manner, especially since Techno- or Blade, is usually screaming with a rasp in his voice for blood. Tommy always feared him the most.
And now he's here. Squished between two extremely dangerous people, one overly persuasive, the other one potent- who knows what Angel is like, whenever Tommy meets him.
“Is Angel your dad?” Tommy wonders, absentmindedly, “I-”
“Mm,” Wilbur affirms, so utterly out of it, as he begins to unlock one of the earrings on his helix, “We came out of his arse.”
“Phil did not birth us, Wil,” Techno sighs, shifting in his position- he seems to be unable to find something comfortable, before growling and standing up. He sits on Tommy’s hospital bed, before outright tugging the blonde into his lap. Tommy squawks, but he’s not really in a position of power at the moment.
Tommy snorts out a laugh, giggling, “ What?”
“Yup,” Wilbur smiles at the childish laughter, “Fatherza gave birth to twins, Theseus!”
Wilbur slows, and he squints at the dangling jewel of gold on his unattached earring, “What’s your-”
“Tommy,” he supplies, quietly, “my name is Tommy.”
Techno and Wilbur glance at each other, their eyes glowing, before they both turn to him. Wilbur has specks of red in his eyes, while Techno’s iris is completely scarlet.
“Hello, Tommy,” Wilbur murmurs, hands cupping his cheeks, and Techno places his chin on the top of his head.
“Hi,” Tommy says meekly, suddenly shy.
He’s still confused on how these two are making him a completely different version of himself, but here he is, and here the fuck they are.
“Phil will be here soon,” Techno informs Wilbur over Tommy’s head.
“Good,” Wilbur’s eyes twinkle mischievously, “He’ll have to be ready to adopt a new son.”
Well. Tommy’s not gonna argue, is he?