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Theseus collapses to his knees, his entire body shaking because of a mix of fear and anticipation. 

“Dear Gods above, please help me!” The teenager desperately pleads, hoping anyone, anything will take pity upon him and save him. Take pity upon him and take him millions of miles away from the crowd roaring before him. Away from the wooden stage-like podium that creaks every so often. Away from his family, who all avoid eye contact with him, all standing next to him, ignoring the way tears gush in his eyes. Away from the executioner behind him, rope in hand, ready to hang him. 

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, his father, King Philza, stares at him. Hope fills Theseus’s heart, tears still falling down his face, down onto the elevated floorboards.

”Prince Theseus of the Sleeping Empire, you have been charged with attempted murder, distribution of illegal substances, treason, and association with an enemy group. As a result, you will be hung by the neck until dead.” 

Theseus’s heart dropped. Right onto the ground in front of him. Hands grabbed onto his upper arms, and he started screaming. 

“No, no! Father, my brothers! Please, I would never—no! Please, someone, help! Help me!” The prince begged, his father looked away, toward the crowd. He was lifted to his feet, and dragged back. “NO!” He cried, “Wilbur, Techno! Help me! Tell them it’s not true! I would never—I would never go against you! Please!” 

Technoblade remained stoic-faced, staring intently at his father. Wilbur turned to look at his little brother as a rope was placed around his neck. Theseus cried out loud when his eldest brother simply glared and scoffed, looking away again. 

Theseus lost any motivation at that moment, his head dipping, sobbing softly as the crowd, the citizens all but told him to die. Told him how disgusting he was. Told him how they wished to kill him by their own hand. 

Theseus spotted Ranboo in the crowd, who smirked at him. Rage didn’t even fill his heart this time. If it weren’t for the rope tied tightly around his neck, he would’ve collapsed again. 

Philza turned around, staring at the prince in the eyes. “Proceed.” He said loudly, the absolute intention in his voice made Theseus’s sobs amplify.

Theseus heard the sound of a lever being pushed. The floor under him disappeared, and he fell. He couldn’t even scream before his neck snapped, broken. 

He died. 

And his family didn’t even show a hint of remorse. Nothing. 

Tommy gasped awake, his hands clawing at his throat. “Holy—!” He cut himself off, staring at his shabby bedroom. “Thank fuck…” he murmured, shoulders practically dropping to the floor from relief. 

That was probably the worst dream I’ve had in a while. Tommy dragged a hand down his face. Oh, wait. 

That dream wasn’t just any other brain-rotted nightmare. That was from the goddamn book he was reading. He was reading it last night; he only has a few chapters left. Literally like fifty pages. Tommy has to say he is pretty proud of himself. He has never been a reader, but all his friends were and shoot him in the face if he was about to be left out again. Fuck no, that already happened when his friends read some shitty book called ‘The Fourth Leg” or some shit by Becca Yarros or something. Sure, they said it was hot garbage, but he wanted to talk shit too. 

Tommy squinted over to his alarm clock, wondering why the fuck the piece of shit didn’t wake him up. 

“Holy shit!” Tommy practically flew out of his bed. Fucking cafe opens in literally ten minutes. Fucking fucker fuck! He can’t be late to his job again! 

Tommy made sure to throw his alarm clock at the wall. To hell with it if it can’t do one goddamn job. 

After throwing on the first articles of clothing he saw in his drawer and lifting his backpack from under his bed, he sprinted downstairs. Listen, he would brush his teeth and all, hate cavities, and he can vouch after gaining at least five in his lifetime, but he’s no goddamn Disney XD character brushing teeth on the way to school, that shit is far more embarrassing than not brushing his teeth for one morning. 

His goddamn shoes aren’t even tied or fully on his foot, and his hair looks like he fell down Mount Everest, but he didn’t ask for his hair to be normal and get fucked up and all. 

His manager is surely gonna kick his ass, but better than being late. 

Tommy literally sprints his ass down the street, crashing into multiple children on the way, but they can sob later because holy hell rent prices have gone insanely high. Like they need to do that but the opposite. Fully uno reverse that bullshit. No, no. That meme is so dead, stop using it, Tommy. 

“No, no, no, no, no, no!” Tommy sings with zero rhythm, looking at his phone to see he is indeed late.

“I’msofuckedI’msofuckedI’msofucked!” Tommy laughs with a smile, scaring the old lady he just passed. ”How am I supposed to live, laugh, love in these conditions?” 

When Tommy finally gets to the coffee shop, he all but slams the door open, scaring nearly every single person in it. Wait, he’s the cashier, so how are people getting their drinks—?

Oh shit. 

His manager glares at him from the register. This is going to be a long day. 

Tommy’s manager called him to the back for a moment, excusing himself politely to a lady trying to get a cappuccino. 

“Tommy, where the hell were you? This is the third time this week you’ve been late!” 

Well, it was because Tommy had been staying up late, reading a fucking book, but his manager doesn’t need to know that. 

“Um, just a lot of things are happening in my personal life right now.” The best lies are sprinkled with bits of the truth. His life has been chaotic recently. 

His manager just sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Well, I’m sorry to hear that, but this place is already sinking. I’ll have no choice but to fire you if this happens again. Do you understand me, Tommy?” 

Tommy flinches. Well, that went fucking awful. “Yes, ma’am.” 

“Good, now get to your post.” 

As Tommy returns to the cashier, finishing taking the order of that woman, he sighs. Sure, he was being a bit manipulative, but she didn’t fall for his deception. How annoying.

Tommy smirks to himself, god, I’m being such a bitch; just accept that you fucked up and you have to deal. And she let you off easy. 

As Tommy continues his job, he thinks of the book. He’s excited to get back home so he can finish the fucking book already. It’s pretty shit, to be honest though. 

It’s about some asshole named Dream, who was a fallen prince of a fallen kingdom all thanks to the Sleepy Bois Empire. The dude was literally gifted by a god and given some shitty ass old book that helped him tell the future, which helped him fuck up the Sleepy Empire. 

Fucking yes. That’s the name of the empire. Literally what the fuck—-the author was definitely thinking he ate with that name. 

Anyways, we have Dream, who ends up building himself up from the dirt and ends up getting a job as a teacher. A fucking royal teacher which is so unrealistic. It would take some bitch decades to get to that level, but whatever, it’s main character logic. 

Dream is assigned to the youngest prince, Theseus, who, by the way, has a fucked up life. Like that kid did not get a fucking break. Like that kid was basically a punching bag for the royal family, who hated him for some reason. 

Oh, right, it was because the queen died giving birth to him or something. Which is his fault for some reason? Well, that part is pretty realistic. Those royal fucks in the past were a bit coo coo for coco puffs. 

So when Dream ends up manipulating the royal family, he convinces them that Theseus assaulted some servant, Ranboo, who fucking acted like he was trying to kill Theseus, so like, he obviously defended himself. But because Tommy was some hated child in a goddamn Gacha Life series, they just killed him. Yep. Hung him. Dead. Dead as nails. Deceased.

And from that point in the book is when shit gets FUCKED. Like Dream literally destroys that entire kingdom which is pretty fucking sick, but also in a bad way. Reading, though, Dream is just annoying and conceited as hell. Like he literally thinks he is a god there is zero chill in him. 

“Tommy,” a voice snaps the teen out of his thoughts. Tommy looks up to see his eldest brother, William, next to the register. 

“O-oh, hey,” Tommy greets awkwardly, “Let me finish up with these orders real quick, okay?” 

William rolls his eyes and folds his arms. “Is that group still bothering you?” 

“What?” Tommy feels his face get hot. Why in fucking public? 

“Clay? You know and Nick and some other people.” 

“No,” Tommy says fast. “Let me finish these orders.” 

Fuck off, William! 

His brother ignores him, “Because I heard they approached you last week. Why didn’t you tell me?” 

Flashbacks of Tommy watching as Clay, with a dopey ass grin, his group of four behind him, walking toward Tommy. It ended up with Tommy hiding in his room for about a week. It wasn’t even a challenge anyway; his brothers never talked with him. 

But they always seem to when he doesn’t want them to. 

The lady in line awkwardly thanks Tommy when he hands her back the change. She rushes away. Tommy wishes he could do the same. 

“Why?” Tommy starts shaking, “Oh, maybe because you’ve never given a singular shit about me your entire life?” 

“Watch. It.” William growls. 

The last person in line backs off and leaves the coffee shop. 

“You’ve never involved yourself in my life before. Why care now? Just fuck off already!” Tommy glares daggers at his brother. 

“I said watch it!” His brother yells at him before slapping him across the face. The world silences for a moment, the sound ringing throughout the cafe. Tommy felt blazing eyes on him, and they were burning him alive. 

Fuck. That. 

Tommy instantly shoves William away from him and dashes out of the coffee shop, ignoring the people gawking at him, his brother’s horrified face, and his manager shouting his name.

Fuck that. Fuck that. Fuck that. 

As Tommy keeps running down the sidewalk, he is in full tears, sobbing his eyes out. He looks away or down whenever he passes a person, knowing he’ll stay up nights later cringing the way he was crying with snot dripping from his nose in public with an ugly-ass brown apron. 

“Not today, not tomorrow, not next week, month, year, lifetime, jurisdiction, biography.” Tommy takes a turn in an alleyway when he sees some people his age walking down the street. “No thank you,” he mutters while running down the narrow passageway. 

“Tommy?” He hears a voice bark out. 

“Was that their younger brother?” Another voice laughs, “Was that a fucking apron?” 

“Oh, fuck that,” Tommy whispers, his voice trembling with fear. 

That group wasn’t any fucking group. Shit. No. No. No, thank you. He said no thank you. He used manors, which means you turn around and keep walking. Nah-nah-nah. Nu-uh. 

“Tommy, did you get scared seeing us?” Oh shit. Yeap. That’s Clay. Tommy hears that voice in his nightmares. 

Tommy now bolts down the alleyway. I’m cooked, he thinks, I’m so cooked. Sizzle sizzle. 

He runs like the goddamn devil is on his heels, because, honestly, Dream could probably pass for some demonic shit like that. 

Tommy hears footsteps. Multiple. Like, more than thrice. Aka, multiple people are chasing him; aka, Clay has his group of hoes with him; aka Tommy is fucked; aka Tommy is about to get the shit smacked out of it; aka if he never believed in a god, then his life is about to change and he’ll turn religious just for a pinch of luck. Seriously, he’ll drop the red hoodies and wear fucking white as if he’s a napkin and turn into a nun. 

“Oh, Tommy,” Clay drawls out, his breath raspy; he’s sprinting. He’s a track star apparently. And Tommy is legally blind apparently because the dumbass slips on a scrapped piece of cardboard and falls straight onto his ass as if he were cannonballing into a pool. Actually, a fun fact; Tommy has never swam in a pool before. He doesn’t know how to swim. Oh, wait, shit. People want to make his internal organs external. Right. 

Tommy scrambles to his knees, moves forward, straightens, and gets slammed right back into the concrete; he lets out a strangled scream at the contact of his head banging against the ground. 

Tommy heaves out a big sob as his arm is painfully bent behind his back, effectively pinning him in place. Someone has their knee digging in between his shoulder blades. The teen begins kicking, pushing, screaming—anything he can think of. Shocker: nothing works. Especially when someone punches him in the face, smacking his skull against the ground again. 

Yeah, Tommy hears himself groaning, that sounds like a concussion. Not very flirtatious. 

“You’re weak,” Clay bites out. He’s the one laying his fucking boulder of a body on Tommy. “What are you doing? Fight back!” His voice slowly rises as his punches increase. 

Tommy kicks one last time weakly before he goes limp, collapsing pathetically. “I bet you wash your body with dish soap,” he sobs out.

That pauses the hits for a second plus a confused stutter off to the blond’s right. A few seconds later, he was getting the actual shit beaten out of him again. 

“Okay, Clay, chill he looks like he can see Jesus.” Some voice chuckles out nervously. 

“Don’t you remember what his brothers did to me?” Clay yells back. Everything is fading. “I’m sending those two pricks a message!”

Tommy felt a shoe nudge his head; he glanced lazily up to see Clay’s raventte friend sneer down at him. 

“His brothers don’t even care about him,” he says, which is fair, but also kind of fucked to point out over his bruising body.

“Either way,” Clay kept pushing Tommy’s arm the wrong way. It was starting to really hurt. “I can see those assholes in him.”

A punch to his face. Head banging against the ground again. The sound of a deafening crack. The world dimmed. He couldn’t hear. Everything went numb; he felt like some otherworldly source took hold of him, making the blood drain from his face. 

He sat there, his eyes slightly open for a while. He suddenly heard a lot of noise. He forgot where he was. His eyes were focused on something grayish and bright. Was the concrete fucking resonating? How long has he been lying there? 

“No, no, no!” Tommy heard a voice—one familiar—cry out. “No, no, please, no!” 

His gaze shifted. Oh, he was being moved. Why is his head so wet? Is that all the blood in his peripheral vision? 

Brown hair. Tommy saw brown hair. Was this person doubled? 

“...am! Relax!” Some voice snapped him back to reality for a moment. 

“Relax?” Someone cried out, they sounded like they were burned alive, voices wobbly and torn. “I never got to tell him. I never told him. Please!” 

“Where is the goddamn ambulance?!” Another voice, okay, yeah, there’s two of them.

“Tommy! No! What do I do? He keeps staring at me. He won’t blink. But he’s breathing, what’s happening, is he going to die? Tommy, do you hear me?” The voice desperately rambled. 

Yes, Tommy wanted to communicate back, yes, I can hear you. But he can’t. Because keeping his eyes open seems like too much of a task. 

“No,” the person said, their voice dropping an octave; pure fear. “No. Don’t—he’s closing his eyes. Tommy,” he didn’t even recognize being shaken, “Tommy. Tommy. Tommy! TOMMY!” The voice screamed. 

“No, don’t move him like that, his brain—!”

“What good is his brain if it’s dead?!” The voice snapped back. 

“He’s not going to make it,” the other voice said, “He’s—no, no, no.” 

Tommy shut his eyes, the different voices that were increasingly getting louder moving into background noise to nothing. 

He died. 

Tommy did not expect to open his eyes again. 

Sure, he was really out of it, but he wasn’t dumb; he knew he had been dying. But maybe he didn’t live, because everything is so white he has to shut his eyes again. Shit was he in heaven or some shit? He should’ve invested in some indulgences. 

“Fucking hell,” he murmured. Shit was so bright. “Goddamn,” 

He heard the sound of waves crashing upon waves, overlapping noises that were distorting his focus. It sounded like white noise, but more loud, and different. It was—

A high-pitched sound sent Tommy placing his hands against his ears, pressing his head against the smooth floor under him—wait. Smooth floor? Floor that is smooth? That smooth is floor? Is the floor that smooth—serious question—because why the goddamn hell is he feeling smooth floor. 

Tommy then heard cackling. Like holy goddamn hell—what the fuck? Seriously, this has to be hell. He’s in hell. Shit, that’s fucked. 

“I can hear the fearful whispers of your thoughts,” someone said, voice cool, “I can reassure you, child, you have not arrived in the place your world calls purgatory.” 

Tommy didn’t respond back. Fear had him on a leash or some shit because he needed to know where he is. 

“He said you sound like me. Speak.” 

Tommy reached for his throat at that. Holy fuck. Wait. “Why am I not breathing?” His voice is more hoarse than he’d like it to be. “I can’t breathe.” Tommy opened his eyes and his mouth dropped. 

What stood before him is a blond teen who looks exactly like him. They wore white clothes, all long, and looked extremely comfortable compared to the red hoodie Tommy still wore. They stared at him with a look of disgust. 

Tommy mockingly raised his hand, “Can I—question. Why the fuck are you calling me ‘child’ and shit if you’re a goddamn teen too?” 

“I am not a child,” the person responded, “I am dead. As are you.” 

Tommy’s face paled. 

The person laughed at that, “Such a morbid expression you wear. Only peasants know nothing of hiding facial features such as yours.” 

Tommy trembled, “So if you’re not a child because you’re dead, why the hell am I still a child?” 

Okay, yeah, realistically, probably not the best decision to be arguing with some stranger he knows nothing about who just told him he’s dead. 

“Because,” the person said, looking away to the distance, behind Tommy. 

Oh, alright. Guess that was just his very considerate response. 

“I just want to go home,” Tommy’s voice cracked. He flinched when ice-cold eyes settled on his own. “Who the fucking fuck are you?” 

The dude studied him carefully. Tommy realized how similar they looked. “You carry such an interesting language. It much differs from our own, you sound like a peasant.” 

Tommy narrowed his eyes, “And you sound like a fucking rich ass bastard that has his feet massaged every day. Did you know a synonym for rich is fatty?”

“Is that really such a horrible living? I’d much prefer such pampering rather than wallowing in mud all day like a barbarian.” The person smiled with razor-sharp teeth. “However, you wound me so. Cannot we both just get along? Nonetheless, I’d assume this is an exceptional offer especially considering you have been nothing but a heathen.” 

“Okay, dude, first of all—that’s rude to judge someone based off looks, alright? And also, what the fucking DisneyXD high school musical shit are you trying to pull right now? Just get to the goddamn point—why the actual Jesus am I here?” 

“Do you have a belief in monotheism? The way you speak of your divine being is horribly wretched. In my world, one would instantly be executed.” The person puffed out their chest, seeming proud. 

Tommy pretends he’s holding a phone, bringing his hand to his ear. “Hello? Yes, I’m looking for the goddamn point? Oh, it’s not there? Bummer.” Tommy then made a blank face, “What do you want me so bad for, prick? You fucking Demogorgon King Henry the trillionth speaking bitch!” 

The person, instead of shooting him in the face with a gun or some shit, simply chuckles. It’s not exactly a realistic laugh, but it doesn’t invoke danger either. “Tell me,” he said viciously, “Is it terribly thrilling to imagine yourself the sole object of this ‘point’ I advance upon you so? Do you purposely deny me ownership of basic dignities, excluding from your memories the essential fact that I was forced into this situation just as you were—all in the pursuit of feeling sorry for yourself?” He then scoffed, looking away again, “My, but it must be exhausting to be a narcissist.” 

Tommy’s mouth dropped open, “Narcissi—”what the fuck are you saying? Man, you literally fucking plucked me from Earth or some shit! And you called me a peasant at least twice—what is this? The 18th century? Get a grip!” 

“And you,” he said, tilting his head at Tommy, “So preoccupied with your own personal dramas it never occurred to you to ask why I might be yoked to such a despicable master—”

“Can you drop the fancy ass language, bro? I can hardly fucking understand the shit you’re spewing. No girl is going to take you for a gentleman, but maybe some Shakespearean fanboy—you should try out for Hamlet. Maybe you should take some lessons from me.” 

The guy paused for a beat before abruptly laughing. “With what ease you insult me,” he said, his eyes mocking, “Were you anyone else, I’d have you executed. You are an incorrigible reprobate; how you could ever hope to be a gentleman I will never understand.” 

Tommy fumbled to speak, “Then fuck you! I pledge to never treat you like how a gentleman again, asshole!” He was just finding anything to say at this point—he’s had a rough day, okay?

The other teen poorly hid a smile behind his hand. “Is there any point, sir, in setting a goal for an accomplishment already achieved?” 

Okay, shit—that was pretty badass. Tommy thought, wait, what? No! Snap out of it, Tommy! “Okay. Fine. Would you pretty, pretty please with a cherry and sprinkles on top explain to me why I am here?” 

“I am not sure if you will be too joyous about the matter.” The other blonde folded his arms, a smirk permanently plastered on his face.

“Are you being serious.” Tommy deadpanned. The other sighed, his shoulders relaxing. 

“I am under orders. I am also—dead,” he smiled, but Tommy then realized; that smiling is his mask of what he really feels. Clay would do that all the time. “You picture me as a horrific scoundrel. As if I’ve taken you from your oh-so-perfect life; I did no such thing,” he looked away again—what does he keep looking at? “You drew your own conclusions that best suited you, and these are the results. Your naivete is no fault of mine.” 

“Look, I’m sorry, okay? I just want to know why I’m here. I want to go home.” 

The other blond tilted his head, “And return to your unfathomably horrendous brothers? Those who could not even try to assist you when you were perishing? That immaculate home?” 

Tommy flinched, but still. What amazing projection skills you have, like damn, who hurt you? 

The other rolled his eyes. “This story is both odious and familiar, and I already know how it ends; indeed, I have already seen the consequences of your behavior. Just a while ago you were snapped in half the spine of one sovereign. I will not be the next. So thankfully, I was presented a deal. One that I could not reject. You continue to act as though I have a choice. As if I wasn’t robbed of my own body all because my brothers were too weak to assist me. Sentenced for crimes I wouldn’t even know how to commit.” His voice was bitter as he leaned in toward Tommy, “Life isn’t fair, is it? Does your family ever treat you like the peasants in the mountain-side dales? Do your kin’s rivals target you in spite? Do you ever just want to destroy everything?” His voice dropped low and dark at that last word; inhumanly low. Like A0 low. He thankfully relaxed, “Though I do have to express my envy for your brothers when mine hardly blinked when my body collapsed, snapping my neck before I could even cry out while yours…had gracefully kept by your side.” He clenches his fists, “Those pompous doormats.”

“What the damn hell are you saying?” Tommy scowled, choosing fury over fear. 

Anger flared to life in the other’s eyes. “Come now; we’ve been doing so well. Let’s not evolve backward, insulting each other with exhibitions of ignorance. You’ve proven far more clever than that.” He barked out a laugh, “I truly wish my brothers would suffer like how we have. I’ll ask again: do you ever wish the world would melt away because of the everlasting inferno of your fury?” The dead guy harshly grabbed onto Tommy’s chin, forcing immediate eye contact. “Well, you can make that fantasy happen. And I want you to, Tommy. I want you to rip them apart. I want you to make them wish undone. I want you to make him suffer.” He smiled, “And I know you will. I know you can. So fucking do it. Don’t make me regret this, Tommy, or I’ll send you to worser places than what you describe as hell.” 

Tommy felt his heart fail. “Your name—what is your name?” 

“I am Prince Theseus of the Sleeping Empire. And so will you be.”

Tommy gave out a loud scream as the grounding under him became nothing; he fell. 

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I passed out, Tommy recognized, I must have passed out because I just woke up. Staring blankly up at the different ceiling, Tommy sat up immediately. Not my ceiling, Tommy thought, not my—

Tommy took one gaze around the room and then screamed. Everything was stunning and expensive and old as hell and definitely 100%, not his. 

“What the damn hell is that,” Tommy whispered, staring at the ugly floral design of a fucking couch in a bedroom. “Even the fanciest fancypants people don’t have that.”

Tommy is sitting on the most comfortable fucking thing in his life. Whoever kidnapped him—they can rest knowing Tommy is not going to be making any moves anytime soon to leave. 

“You are awake,” a voice pronounces itself, “Then again, that was pretty evident from that shriek.” 

Tommy immediately turned his head to his left to see fucking…him, but uglier staring right back at him. “What the damn hell,” Tommy said, expressionless. 

Wait. Wait. Waaaait. Fucking halt. Shit, now he’s thinking about halter tops. 

“I hadn’t been dreaming?” Tommy said, eyes wide. 

“You hadn’t.” He responded. 

“You said you were Theseus of the Sleeping Empire.” 

“I am.” 

“You realize that’s the name of a character in a damn book, right?” 

Theseus blinks slowly, “And you surely realize that you are lying in my bed right now, correct? That same bed inside the ‘book’ you had been reading.” 

“Where the fuck am I?!” Tommy then screamed, curling his hands into fists, his body trembling. Everything was dropping onto him too quickly. 

“The Sleeping Empire.” Theseus had no remorse. 

Tommy looked at the so-called prince up and down. “Why are you so fucking pale?” 

Theseus groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Must I constantly repeat myself? I am dead. This tinted light on me resembles my non-existence. However, it appears you still see me. I figured you’d be just as blind as everyone else I’ve walked past today.” 

“I’m dreaming,” Tommy said, eyes still big. His breathing was picking up, he felt his face go numb. This is impossible. How is this possible. Why is he here. Why him. 

“Relinquish the dream,” Theseus said softly, “You have no hope of returning to your former physique.” 

“Former what now? What do you mean by that?” Tommy felt his heart drop. 

“Didn’t I already explain? Gods above, you really need me to hold your hand, is that it?” 

“Just answer the question!” Tommy snapped, observing how Theseus paused for a moment, too abruptly, like a flinch before he instantly recovered, a smile forming on his face. 

“I said my name is Theseus before announcing you are too before you decided to fall unconscious.” 

Tommy quickly felt his face, his hair. He can’t even tell, Theseus and him look too goddamn similar. “Where’s a fucking mirror,” Tommy grits out. 

“I see you are already acting up to your new title. With such evolution, you have taken with me.” Theseus snarked. 

Tommy and Theseus locked eye contact. Too soon, Tommy averted his gaze. 

“As I thought,” Theseus whispered. “You’re too soft even to bear the weight of my attentions. This was a horrible idea.” 

“God, we get it already,” Tommy moved the heavy blankets off his body, “You’re not like the other girls, now where is a mirror, dammit!” 

“There is no mirror in this room.” Theseus calmly said, finding picking his nails more interesting. 

Tommy simply rushed to a cabinet that seemed to be glowing because of how properly the wood had been polished. Tommy screamed again. Because that’s not his face. That’s that bastard’s face who is still standing next to the bed. 

“What have you done to me?!” 

Theseus lazily met Tommy’s hard stare. “Do you even hear yourself when you speak? If so, how can you stand it?” He looks back to his nails, “You sound horribly improper, and I’d hate my reputation to be stained because of your careless attitude.” 

Tommy sputtered to make a response, his heart was beating so furiously that he was sure he was going to throw up. “You actual piece of shit! You did this to me! Why the hell am I you? Why the hell am I you which is the character in a fucking book?!” 

Theseus’s gaze turned colder. “Your arrogance, sir, is astonishing.” 

“Yet you stand there like a fucking idiot picking your nails! I just found out I died, then I supposedly pass out—which makes no goddamn sense—and then find out I’m the character inside a book and that character is you?!” 

There was a beat of silence then, during which Tommy imagined he could feel the bastard’s surprise. He then spoke.

“I fear you’ve mistaken me for a different sort of person.” he said quietly, “I do not fear the repercussions of honesty, which is why I express to you that I, frankly, do not wish for you to be in my body, either.” 

Tommy shut his eyes, “Christ, please never phrase those words like that again.” 

“Truly, you have your priorities in check.” Theseus gave Tommy a look of disgust—which is, fair.

Tommy walked over to Theseus, who narrowed his eyes at the teen but did not even try to move out of the way when Tommy grabbed onto the ghost’s preppy as fuck fancy white collared shirt. It screams ‘I’m rich and don’t even care, bitch’. Nonetheless, a look of shock was on Theseus’s face before it was replaced by a smile. 

“Is it possible you’re trying to kill me?” He whispered, “Your methods are highly unusual. Not that executing me would even be possible during this time.”

“Tell me the reason I’m here, bitch.” Tommy glared. 

“You need only one? I have many.” 

Tommy grits his teeth before relaxing. “You’re pissed right now too, aren’t you.” Theseus’s smile widened at that. So wide he saw him flash his teeth.

“You are right, in any case,” Theseus said, “I am not usually so quick to anger.” That has to be a lie. “I fear there is something about you that makes me angrier than most.” He grabbed onto Tommy’s wrist, lifting the new prince's hands off his shirt. His smile dropped as if it was never even there. “Oh, I know. It’s because you have taken over my fucking body.” 

Tommy stiffened, voice soft. “You told me you wanted me to make your brothers suffer. But now you’re saying you don’t want me to do jackshit because I’m a ‘peasant’ or some shit. You honestly love that word, huh.”

“Because I do want them to suffer. Doesn’t remove my distaste for some randomly selected person to inhabit my body.” Theseus glared, eyes full of hate. “But, I was told you would make my family pay for what they’ve done to me. So I guess not so randomized.” 

The book, Tommy remembered, trying desperately to not let his memory go blank. Oh, right. Theseus was executed after Dream managed to convince the prince’s family he committed twenty crimes or something. After that, the empire slowly collapsed. Though not once, in the rest of the book, was Theseus mentioned again, or was his family fucking regretting literally breaking his neck. 

“Am I supposed to even be here right now? Aren’t you supposed to be dead? Everyone might as well just see you walk around.” Tommy can’t believe what he’s saying. Has he really accepted the idea that he just fucking entered the world of a book? Shoot, what the actual anime is this? 

“No,” Theseus let go of Tommy’s wrists, “We are before Dream has even thought of gracing our lands with his gracious presence.” 

“Oh, ew, Dream, hated that dude. Zero out of ten. I mean, his entire character development went backward.” 

Theseus scoffed, but couldn’t hide the smile that showed on his face for a moment. “You are definitely not what I was expecting. Your personality is certainly one that will shock my family. And not in a good way.” 

“Well dang,” Tommy shrugged, “How about I just crawl out that window and run away?” 

“Do that only if you wish to simply get caught by the king and be dragged back.” Theseus said blankly, “Furthermore, I do not believe that this one God would not promote that behavior much.” 

“Did you just say God?” 

“I did, for he is the reason we stand staring at each other right now.” 

“My brain.” Tommy blinked, “It hurts.”

“I did not recollect you held such an implement.” 

“You don’t have to be such a prick, man.” 

“Oh, please forgive me.” Theseus rolled his eyes, tone flat. 

“Apology not accepted, but pardon me if I’m just a little bit confused as to why I’m apparently in your body from a book and this has happened because Jesus Christ himself decided to graze us with his fingertips?” 

Theseus sighed. “I don’t you grasp onto what is happening. As you’ve described, you are not familiar with this world, living in another. Therefore, there is no being you describe as Jesus. Furthermore, we don’t have one but many deities which one, after I died, promised me vengeance. And this,” his nose wrinkled in disgust, “Is it? This is what I get?” 

Tommy threw the ghost finger guns. “Hey, it’s kind of giving ‘I was a girl in the village doing alright, then I became a princess overnight, now I gotta figure out how to do it right’—have you ever watched Sophia the First? I wanted to punch her in the face, but apparently a man shouldn’t hit a woman because of domestic violence or something.” 

“I have no idea what you are talking about.” Theseus raised an eyebrow. 

Tommy nodded, “Ah, I see, you’re like one of those sheltered kids, got it.” 

Theseus sighed and looked like he started to fucking pray. “Goddess above, you’re screwed. Whatever you do does not concern me. If you need me, don’t.” 

“Wait, fucking what?” Tommy grabbed onto Theseus’s arm. 

“Don’t touch me!” The former prince swiped his arm away. 

Tommy ignored him, “You think you can just drop that shit on me and leave? Ha! You’re fucking funny!” 

“I assure you, I intend not to be.” Theseus glared before smiling. “I can now only just imagine the look of horror on my family’s faces when they witness you talk like this. That will truly be a spectacle to observe.” Theseus placed a hand on Tommy’s shoulder. “You should dress into…a more appropriate attire.” Tommy just realized he was wearing pajamas that seemed to be made of silk. “My personal servant, Sam, will retrieve you in order for you to express your greetings to my father and brothers soon.” 

Tommy sighed and contemplated. Theseus in the book would always tell his family good morning and night every day in hopes they would finally look at him. But they hated him. Ever since his twelfth birthday because then it was obvious…that Theseus would never grow wings. Yeah, what pricks. They hated Theseus because he didn’t turn into a fucking flamingo or some shit. That has got to be racist. 

“If that’s all, I’ll be going.” Theseus smiled, but it was anything but kind. 

“The hell are you gonna do? You’re a fucking ghost, smartass.” Tommy folded his arms. 

Theseus paused for a moment before his grin slowly grinned. He looked at Tommy with pity. “You truly know nothing of this world.” 

Someone suddenly was knocking on the door of the room. Tommy and Theseus flinched. 

“Well, Sam is certainly not going to appreciate your appearance.” Theseus raised an eyebrow. 

“I’m not sure I like your appearance.” Tommy shot back.

Theseus smiled, “Well, then I apologize for holding you longer than needed. I shall take my leave, sir.” 

“Wait, what—you’re not actually going to say I’m in a fucking book and leave, right?” 

“Sam won’t enter until you grant him permission to. I’d cut off all ties with my family—then you can reign free.” 

“What the fucking fuck, bro?” Tommy whispered harshly. 

Theseus, amused, placed a hand on Tommy’s shoulder. He didn’t even feel the ghost’s touch, but it looked like they made contact. “Good luck, Theseus.” He bit out the name like poison. Then he was gone.

Like he just disintegrated or something. Became one with the water cycle. Like a full dissociation. 

Tommy blinked and shook his head in shock. “What the goodness fucking gracious?”  

Oh, wait. That one servant named Sam from the book. He was executed along with Theseus for some reason. But it just wasn’t public. Okay, fuck, what does a preppy royal say? “Um, do enter!” Tommy never wanted to kill himself more than that moment. 

Immediately, the door opened to present Sam dressed in blue attire, exactly not how Tommy imagined the worker’s clothes to look like. Like he looks like a whole ass snowman in that get-up, he’d have words with the stylist here. 

Sam raised a brow at Tommy for not being dressed. “Your Highness, is there a reason for you not to be prepared? His excellency and the princes do not have all day.” 

Tommy’s heart was beating so goddamn fast. Right. I’m supporting world domination with this one. “Tell them I’m not going.” 

Sam’s eyes widened for a moment before his shock washed away like it was never there. “Are you feeling under the weather, my prince?” 

Goddammit, why did that dead prince have to literally melt into the atmosphere? Tommy thought, he could’ve told me what to say! I’ll sound like an actual clown! 

“I am…fine.” Tommy settled on. How do rich-ass pricks even talk? In the book, they would constantly talk like fucking Squilliam Fancyson. “There is no need.” 

“My prince, you always greet his highness. I believe if you want to halt your morning and nightly appearances, you should express this to the king himself, in order not to cause confusion.” Sam says respectfully. 

Ah, hell no, bro! Tommy thought, looking at the wall for emotional support. I am not going in front of those bitches without Theseus to actually give me a step-by-step guide on how to fucking act. I don’t want to get executed early. 

“There is no need,” Tommy repeats. That sounds fancy enough, right? 

“Why not?” Sam pushes. Aren’t servants supposed to shut the fuck up and do as they are told or some shit? 

“Because I’m nice and pretty?” Tommy threw it out as a joke and three seconds later regretted it at the expressionless look on Sam’s face. 

“I shall alert the king you will not be making your greetings today. Shall I call a physician?” 

Holy goddamn hell—he actually thinks I’m high as fuck. Tommy awkwardly wrung his fingers. Jesus, Sam, get that face off your face. “Bet.” 

Tommy wanted to actually hurl himself out a window. Bet? BET? I JUST SAID BET? Tommy internally was feaking out. Okay, chillax, this is like some old-ass time period, he must not even know what the hell that means. Yeap—it’s just a new…socially constructed word- oh fuck it. 

“Pardon?” Sam stood straighter. 

“Uh, I meant, sure.” Tommy nodded, “I am for that, uh, doctoring-check-up process…” WHAT THE FUCK. 

Sam blinked, “Of course, my prince…” He then turned around and walked out of the room. And Tommy dropped to his knees as if hearing his grandma just died. 

“Fucking hell, I’m cooked. I can’t even speak like a rich bastard around stupid Sam, how the hell am I meant to confront the hell out of the royals who are all hoes for etiquette?” Tommy started laughing, “The fuck is even a doctoring-check-up process? What the damn hell was I yapping about?” 

“That was either the worst laugh or saddest cry.” Tommy heard Theseus. 

“Bastard!” He looked back to see Theseus standing behind him with some sort of drink in his hands. 

Theseus raised an eyebrow, “I parted for just a few minutes and this was the result? What happened?” 

“Sam is calling a doctor to check up on me.”

Theseus cackled at that, “What did you tell him?” 

“I told him I didn’t want to greet your family, and he was all like ‘What the damn bro, you do this shit every day’ and I was like ‘Shucks—did I ask?’ and he was like ‘Ima get a doctor’.” 

“You truly are pathetic. Maybe my family will murder ‘me’ sooner this time around.” 

“What is it like being an outcast to your own family?” Tommy snapped and held back a laugh at the shock on Theseus’s face. 

“Watch yourself, Tommy. I may not have the same influence, but I will make your life worse than the one I lived before. You are supposed to be acting like a prince. And so far, you’ve acted insane compared to yesterday.” 

Tommy sighed, “Yet, here I am—absolutely mind-fucked this is an actual thing happening to me.” 

“You best go and apologize to the royal family before you get in more trouble.” Theseus put a hand on his hip. 

“What?” 

“In order for Sam to order anything regarding you, he has to report to the king first, in which he may ask for details as to why you suddenly need a physician,” Theseus explained. 

Tommy turned his back to the dead prince, pacing around the room and even fucking lunged once. “Yep. Had to stretch for that one. Okay, so, I’m cooked.” Tommy held his hands out, “Becuase I don’t how to speak like your fancy ass.” 

Theseus pinched the bridge of his nose. “I suppose I’ll help you this time. I want them to regret ever treating me like garbage, so consider my assistance to you—”

Tommy cringed, “Please, shut the fuck up, for both of our sakes.” 

Theseus groaned, “Your behavior is absolutely killing me. This is going to be horrid.” 

“Yeah, well, your face is killing me.” Tommy cracked his knuckles, trying to let out some stress. 

“My face is shared with yours. And it is rude to insult the work of the gods.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, bitch.” 

“Do you want my assistance or not?” 

“Damn, okay.” Tommy rolled his eyes, “What will I even say? Do I bow or some shit?” 

Theseus smirked, “I will guide you. Do not worry.” 

“Goddammit,” Tommy whispered. 

“Maybe refrain from using the language regarding a singular deity. Disrespect upon our gods is punishable by death.” 

“This is so not cash money.” 

“Shut up and leave this room before the king summons you himself. I shall tell you the location of the throne room.” 

“Rip me. Actually rip me. Do I seriously have to do this?” Tommy desperately asked. He didn’t want to go in front of the scariest bastards in the empire—even with the former prince’s help. 

Theseus tilted his head downwards. “When I say the word ‘execution’ what goes through your head? Chocolate?” 

“Yes,” Tommy said immediately. 

Instead of responding, Theseus went to his room’s door, opening it wide and motioning for Tommy to hurry the fuck up. Tommy rolled his eyes, but walked out the door, letting the ghost close it behind them. 

Tommy thought how weird it would look for a door to magically open on its own—but this is a magical world, so whatever. 

Theseus walked past Tommy, hurrying down the corridor. “Make it quick, Tommy!” He called back. 

Tommy hurried up to walk next to the ghost. “You think I wanna make it slow?” 

“Regarding the functionality of your brain, I do indeed believe you are making it slow.” Did this dude seriously just say he’s slow? Like—mentally? Jeez, maybe this guy did deserve to get executed. 

“I bet you vape, bitch.” 

Theseus smirked. “Let us continue to the throne room.” 

This is going to be fun.

Chapter Text

“Fuck…fuck, fuck, fuck—relax, relax a bit.” 

“I am relaxed,” Theseus muttered as they walked down the last corridor, the large doors for the throne room was looming and ominous.

“I was talking to myself.” Tommy shook his arms, trying to prepare himself for this shit show. 

The royal family wouldn't care if Theseus died. They find him to be a disgrace…something hated by the gods because he never grew in wings that were meant to symbolize royalty.

“You must knock before entering.” Theseus explained, standing next to the door, “Go on. Do it.”

“Shit, then what?”

“Then you'll instantly beg for forgiveness.” Theseus rolled his eyes, “I said I'll tell you what to say. Simply knock. And bow until then king tells you to rise.”

“Fuck,” Tommy muttered. His hands are trembling. Why is he so nervous? “They won't kill me, right?”

In response, the ghost lamely lifts a shoulder, his other hand on his hip. 

Tommy sighed, lifting his shaking hands and knocking loudly on the door. “Do I go in?” He hurriedly whispered. 

“No, you imbecile—you wait for the—”

The doors then moved, two servants pulling them open.

“—doors to open…” Theseus finished.

“I walk in?” Tommy whispered; he felt his heart beat speed up.

“No, you stand there and ignore them—you go in dumbass!” 

As Tommy walked in he had to push down a smirk at the thought of others hearing Theseus—that’d be a shitshow and Tommy kind of wanted to see it happen.

“Don’t smile,” Theseus snapped next to him as they walked down yet another corrdier, but with a red carpet leading them. 

Large planes of glass decorated the walls, showcasing the beautiful view of the empire’s most famous village. The ceiling had murals; the art works looked like they were painted with gold.

“I hate rich people.” Tommy muttered.

Theseus smirked, “Don’t be a fool—everybody wants this.”

Tommy didn't find it necessary to give that comment a response. 

“How long do we walk to enter the throne room? I thought we’d walk right in to see the king and the princes.”

“That would be great if the king had a death wish. Don't you see the guards standing near the walls? You best stop talking to me unless you want the workers here to start gossiping about you going mad.”

Oh, that…that makes sense. Tommy figured. The blonde realized in the book most people hated Theseus because he was ‘disrespecting’ the royal family by not having wings or some shit. In Tommy’s opinion, that was a gift in itself. Who the hell would want to turn into a bird? Of all the things the gods decided to gift the royals with—wings? Also, growing those fuckers must hurt like hell. Literal limbs suddenly growing out of your back? Pass. Theseus didn't dodge a bullet but a whole nuclear weapons. 

“It is a means of status—not the sudden hybrid characteristics.” Theseus said.

“You heard me?!” Tommy screamed before instantly shutting down, whispering, “You fucking heard me? Did I say that shit out loud?”

“No,” Theseus laughed, “I can hear your thoughts. You are technically in my body, after all. I believe I had made that clear.”

Tommy threw his hands over his face. “I thought you were being metaphorical or some dumb shit you actual fucking rube!” 

“Silence yourself!” Theseus snapped, “I was not just fooling you about these staffers speaking of you! They’ll find anything to arm against you with!”

“My bad,” Tommy said with wide eyes, raising mock surrender hands. 

“Put your damn hands down!” Theseus whispered harshly, grabbing Tommy’s wrists and throwing them to his sides. “Do you have a death wish, Tommy? Ugh, don't answer that. Just keep walking—around this corner is the throne. In the middle will be my father, and on his sides in smaller thrones will be the princes.”

Damn, they never actually considered him a real prince because he wasn’t a eagle or some shit. Tommy pursed his lips. 

“Nothing is fair here, Tommy.” Theseus said softly, “The quicker you realize this, the quicker you’ll have the upper hand. The quicker you have upper hand, the quicker you can get revenge.” 

“Is this really what you want?” Tommy muttered.

“Yes.” Theseus answered a bit too fast. A bit to sharp.

Okay. Stop thinking about that. Think about what the hell to say. Wait, Theseus will tell me. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. My mind is going blank, fuck. 

Before Tommy was able to turn the corner, he almost bumped into Sam, who had a distraught look on his face. “My prince?”

“Hey,” Tommy waved lamely, glancing at Theseus.”

“What are you doing? Walk past him.” Theseus said.

You're such a bitch.

“You don't need Sam’s validation.” Theseus shrugged.

Doing as he was told, Tommy awkwardly shuffled past Sam, walking towards and raising his head to see the assholes that—oh fuck. Fuck me.

On the thrones sat, like Theseus said, the king, the princes, and their gorgeous smoking hot wings.

What caught Tommy’s eye was King Philza’s large black wings. The common sprinkles of white in them, his razor sharp blue eyes—this was nothing like the book. Tommy felt an immense amount of pressure.

“Stop advancing towards him and bow.” Theseus demanded sharply.

Tommy flinched and immediately lowered his upper body, staring at the ground as if it was the interesting thing in the world. 

“Oops,” Theseus’s giggle was whispered in Tommy’s ear. He glanced to the side to see the ghost staring at him.

“Oops? Oops—what do you mean oops?!” Tommy whispered so low he could hardly hear himself. 

“Prince Theseus of the Sleeping Empire.” The booming voice of…Philza.

Tommy recognized that voice. From that one dream. And that's when it hit him. 

This is really happening. This isn't a dream. This isn't some sick joke. This wasn't a game to just be played—he could die. As easily as he did in his last life.

“Where is your crown?” King Philza asked—his voice laced with such a frigid coldness Tommy almost shuddered. 

“My…” Tommy glanced at Theseus, still bowing.

Theseus was staring intently at the ceiling before snapping his fingers. “Tell him you're getting it polished.”

“I’m getting it polished.” Tommy said quickly.

There a instance of silence. 

“…You may rise.” King Philza said.

Tommy low key didn't fucking want to stare at these bitches, but hell—treason was a real thing, right?

“Polishing your crown?” Tommy glanced over to see a brunette—Prince Wilbur, Tommy recognized—spoke, ”Even thieves can forge better lies than that.”

“What—I just—”

”When was the last time you've indulged in the king’s given crown?”

When was the last time you brushed your teeth, you ugly bastard? Tommy ignored Theseus’s snort of amusement.

“Tell him you respect the king and apologize for your rudeness.”

“I wasn't even being fucking rude.” Tommy growled out lowly.

“Speak up, Theseus.” Prince Wilbur snarked, “I thought you would've been taught by now not to mumble.”

Tommy noticed the way Theseus clenched his fists. “I respect the king a lot…um—I apologize for my rudeness.” 

“You sound like a fool.” Theseus laughed.

You look like a bitch on it’s hind legs. Tommy thought harshly.

“You even speak with a serpants’s tongue.” Prince Wilbur leaned forward, glaring daggers into Tommy’s.

“My, relax, my son.” King Philza smiled warmly toward his son with brown wings. “What was Sam  speaking about you needing a Physician? With elaboration, he merely said you were seeming unwell—and I may have to agree.”

Then why'd you ask you old ass bitch. Tommy laughed nervously, glancing at Theseus again.

“Apologize.” Theseus folded his arms.

“I apologize—” he thought of what Sam had called him, “your highness.”

Theseus made some sort of shocked choking sound before laughing coldly.

“Your highness? What's with this new dismissal?” King Philza raised a brow.

“I—I didn't…” Tommy let out a breath, “I was trying to be more respectful.” Damn, that was so bad. 

Theseus was full-on cackling now. 

“Get out of my sight,” King Philza waved a hand.

Shit. I pissed him off. Oh. It's because in the book Theseus only called King Philza ‘dad’. No way in hell I'm saying they shit, though. Dead or not. Tommy was sweating. But I don't want to greet his old ass anymore. 

“Wait!” Tommy took a step forward. “I need to…discuss something with you!” 

“Idiot, leave.” Theseus’s smile was wiped off his face immediately.

“My morning and nightly greetings with you…I want to stop them.” Tommy explained as calmly as he could, “They are…um, a waste of all of your time. And I apologize for taking up your very important…time with my…presence. I was selfish.” 

Shit talk him all you want, Tommy thinks he ate up with that.

“Leave. Leave right now!” Theseus snapped.

Prince Wilbur looked fucking pissed. “How dare you…” he grit his teeth, “Speak to his highness like this? Who do you think you are?!”

“Wilbur, my son,” King Philza smiled, “Relax, his intentions are not be a bother. I will certainly have a physician check on you, Theseus. And regarding your greetings, I’m glad you were able to reflect upon those actions and respond accordingly. You are dismissed.” King Philza’s smile…holy hell that is the grin of a psychopath. 

“Bow,” Theseus said quietly before Tommy just turned his back.

“Thank you,” Tommy threw in, bowing. As Tommy rose, he saw Theseus already heading back down the corridor.

As they turned the corner, out of the vision of the royals, Theseus spoke, his voice breathless.

“This isn't good.”

Tommy felt the color drain from his face. “What? What isn't?”

“I know my father like the back of my hand. I recognize that look in his eye. That sadistic pompous fool.”

“What are you talking about?” Tommy had to jog to catch up with the dead prince.

“That look. That look in the king’s eye. He's interested.” 

“What the fuck does that mean?!” 

“Lower your voice!” Theseus slowed down, “Fuck, he knows me more than I know him. He realizes something is wrong with…’me’.” 

“Is he going to kill me? What do I do?” Tommy whispered. He felt his heart beat rapidly in his ears.

“You avoid him to the best of your ability,” Theseus glanced back at Tommy, his once vibrant blue eyes dull. “Or there isn't much I can help you with.”

“My prince, there is nothing that is unusual.” The doctor sighs, taking a step back from Tommy, who sits motionless on the bed.

Tommy remebered this doctor from the book—Niki. She treated Dream’s wounds when he first arrived at the Sleeping Kingdom.

“Is there any pains or abnormalities you have been experiencing, your highness?”

After that weird ass occurance with the royals, Theseus has been gone. “Um…nothing I can recognize.” 

Niki nodded, “Please assign another appointment with me if anything strange occurs.”

“Yeah, of course.” Tommy nods. 

A beat of silence passes and Niki is still just standing there.

The fuck does she want? Tommy thinks, remembering how the king had to dismiss him. “You can go.” 

At that, Niki bows, picking up her messenger bag suitcase thing and leaving, shutting the door behind her.

Tommy groaned, leaning back on the bed. “This shit is so extra.” His lip started quivering.

“I’m not supposed to be here. I’m actually supposed to be dead.” The words tasted sour on his tongue.

None of this is just a game. Tears sprung to life in Tommy’s eyes as he immediately wiped them away. He should be happy. He left his trash life before and is now presented with a lavish life style—so why? Why are tears running down his face? Why is his words stuck in his throat? Why does his heart feels masses of pain?

I'm scared, Tommy thought, I don't know what to do and I'm scared. 

Theseus wanted Tommy to make his brothers suffer—but all the blonde wanted to do is run away and never see those pricks faces again. The ghost also mentioned something about a god. A god that wouldn't condone Tommy’s escape. What type of sick game is this? Why him? 

“Ugh…fuck,” Tommy sniffled, wiping away more tears. The royal family already hates Theseus more than before. Why didn't he just follow what Theseus said and fucking leave. Tommy then slowly smiled, “Oh…that’s right.”

Tommy needed to stop his greetings with the royal family. It was a necessity. For when Dream comes, that will do nothing but distract him.

Theseus had been Dream’s main target the moment he came to the Sleeping Empire for revenge. He used the prince to elevate his social standards. He assigned himself to be Theseus’s tutor for etiquette when the prince accidently made a scene at a ball.

Tommy bit his lip. I need to work on etiquette for this cringy ass time period. But Theseus is literally such a bitch. And everyone hates Theseus here. 

Tommy stood from the bed. The library, he thought, I need to go to the library. 

Chapter Text

“Pardon me, but do you know the location of the library?” Tommy internally practiced what to say to the two maids he was approaching to. “Erm, excuse me! Do you slaves know where the fuck the damn library is?

Okay, so Tommy took three steps outside his room and found out 1) he's lost as fuck and 2) he doesn't actually know where the library is at and he forgot what up and down is. Which is, great. 

“Excuse me,” Tommy smiled, throwing a single wave. “Where is t-the library.” Tommy wanted to backflip into a pool of sharks. How did he fucking fuck up that badly? The stutter is wild.

The two maids, each carrying a laundry basket paused. A brunette turned to look at him.

Holy crap she's gorgeous smoking hot. Tommy respectfully thought.

The brunette scanned him up and down as if he was auditioning for Mrs. Universe or some shit, then glared, then turned away. Tommy’s mouth dropped. He looked at the girl next to the other, a blonde who didn't even bother glancing at him. They scattered down the hallway.

“What the fucking hell.” Tommy muttered, “Fucking fine. Next time I'll just say ‘Hey bitch! Let me hit?’ Damn.”

Tommy heard chattering down the hall, he turned to see three maids this time.

“Excuse me!” Tommy called down.

They all took one look at him before shuffling back from where they came from, as if they never even saw Tommy or walked down the corridor.

Tommy blinked. “Are you…shitting on my face right now?”

Damn, why are all these bitches flat out ignoring me? Don't they see the crown? I'm actually wearing it this time!

Tommy stands in silence for a total of three seconds before deciding he’ll chase after those skanks and find out where the nearest goddamn library is because holy fucking shit they're acting as if he has the bubonic plague or if he's trying to strike up a conversation about communism with them and how Karl Marx was hot as fuck. 

Tommy takes one step forward when suddenly he wants to pass away from shock because someone suddenly grabbed onto his wrist, pulling him back. It's Sam.

“Oh my fucking god you scared me, what the fuck.” 

Sam raised a brow. “Pardon?”

Oh shit, Tommy thought, forgot I don’t have freedom of speech. Good old America. What am I saying—I didn't even live there.

“Hello, Sam.” Tommy tries again.

“My prince, what are you doing?” Sam asks. Which is, fucking weird.

What? Other than existing? “Um, I’m just…” Tommy looks down at himself, he looks up. “Here.”

Sam’s eyes narrow. “Other maids have told me you've been asking for the location to the library.”

“How did you get back here so quick?” Tommy raises his brows, impressed.

Sam ignores Tommy. “My prince, I understand the days are long and uneventful, but to start insensible arguments with his highness is simply immature.”

Fucking pardon me? “What are you talking about? I wasn't starting anything.” WHERE IS THESEUS.

“My prince, you know how I feel about you lying.”

Bro, you have one syllable in your name, stop starting shit. “I’m telling you, you're speaking numbers, what are you saying?”

“You must understand, that his highness, Prince Technoblade, normally spends his time in his library, gifted by the king?” Sam pauses, studying Tommy for a good five seconds. “My prince, have you hit your head recently? You don't seem like your usual self.”

Damn, he really went into detail on that. You should Gmail me. “I…I’ve just been tired recently.” He shrugged, “Didn’t get much sleep last night.”

Sam lifts an unimpressed brow. He's disappointed. How devastating.

On the other hand, the book didn't mention anything about Technoblade’s gifted fucking library. Or the fact that Theseus can't even go in that library. Like, Tommy knew the royal family didn't like Theseus because he wasn't bird, but he was still blood. Then again, Sam did mention the prince starting fights. And Theseus was pretty attention starved—he’d do pretty much anything to get his family to even look at him.

But again, Tommy didn't remember that in the book, so it either wasn't there…or he just sucks at reading, which checks out.

Tommy does remember in the book when Theseus was twelve, he purposely fell down a large flight of stairs, just to gain some attention from the other royals. They didn't even check up on him. Not once. Even when he had broken his arm and fractured his ankle. Those motherfucker. Which, then again, Theseus was using some crazy manipulation skills, but he was, again, fucking twelve. And fucking hurt. Like, badly. Like, holy shit on a scale of one to ten—this fucking hurts type of badly. 

“My prince, please do not feel obligated to answer, but what did Niki say? Your physician?” Sam turned into personal servant mode.

“Uh, she said I was fine.” Tommy lifted a shoulder.

“She checked you?”

“Yeah, that's usually how check-ups work.”

Sam squinted his eyes at Tommy. “You’re very unlike yourself.”

My bad for standing up to your bullshit? Tommy knew that Sam truly was loyal to ‘him’…and the king. So much that he died along with Theseus. 

Tommy sighed, brushing his hair out of his face. “Please, show me where the library is.”

Sam fixed his posture. “Promise me that you won't begin an argument if the prince is there.”

Tommy smiled. “I’ll be in and out.”  That probably doesn't seem very prince-like, but whatever. Even so, Sam is already on his ass about his ‘change in behavior’. “I just need to grab something.”

Even if Prince Technoblade is in there, I'll just ignore him. Or do I have to bow? Ugh, whatever just grab a book about manors fucking and get out. 

“And what is that? I can grab it for you, my prince.” Sam seems to perk up. Damn, he really thinks Theseus is about to assassinate Technoblade or some shit.

“No, no. That's okay.” Tommy sighs, “I can do it.”

Sam is smart enough to know not to push, so be just smiles, even though it's forced. “Very well. Allow me to lead you…to the library.”

Yeah, Tommy would be suspicious too if all of a sudden, someone who apparently goes to a place multiple times asks where it is. Does he care enough to convince Sam more? No. Because Tommy can't ever remember his lies.

Sam, in front of a intricate decorated door with floral patterns designing the wood, he places his hand on the doorknob, ready to open it to what Tommy assumes is the library. Sam pauses, glances back at Tommy.

“You promise to not cause trouble?” Sam raises a brow.

Tommy rolls his eyes. “I’m not ten anymore, Sam. Please, open the door.” Damn, someone really had to teach Tommy how to shut the fuck up. Maybe the book would do it. Or torture. 

Sam sighed, “Well enough. Let’s inside.”

“Actually, Sam, can you fuck off?” Except Tommy didn't say that. Nah, he sometimes hits—more often misses, but that’s okay, because Hannah Montana said everyone makes mistakes. And Tommy’s mistake was quietly nodding.

They both enter, and Tommy has to suppress the gasp stuck in his throat. It was literally a replica of the Beauty and the Beast fucking library. Except more big. And more long vertical windows. And stories. And fucking empty. 

If Tommy was Belle, he’d be twirling around in the fucking mustard dress and do the Irish fucking step dance or something because he doesn't even know where to start.

Tommy glanced at Sam. “Is there a librarian or something?”

Sam sighed. “Prince Technoblade specifically asked for there not to be. Best ask is him.” Sam then frowned, “You really worry me about your memory.”

“I was just joking, Sam.” Nice save, Tommy. 

“Of course,” Sam said, his voice seeming like he was repressing a laugh, which was somehow shocking regarding his usually monotone and serious personality, book and, here—whatever here is.

“So, I have to ask Prince Technoblade?” Tommy groaned. This shit is horrible. You know what? Fuck it. He's leaving. He's not paid enough for this shit. Like Theseus said, he’ll just avoid the royal family for as long as he can and—

“Theseus?” 

Tommy full on jolted. Like flinched. Noticeably. Which seemed to be obvious because when Tommy turned around, he saw fucking Technoblade staring at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Why are you in here?” He asks, expression blank, voice drawled and deep, like how the book described. Tommy expected his voice to be more high pitched, but whatever.

Tommy didn't really notice him in the throne room, but holy shit. He really does have pink hair. His brown wings is the only indication of what his natural color is. Well, that and Wilbur.

“I need- uh. A book.” Tommy said quickly, wringing his fingers.

“You need, ‘uh’ a book?” The dick mocked him. He was behind a book shelf, now stepping more into view.

Tommy looked away, awkwardly smiling. He nodded.

“And what is this book you're looking for?”

In the book, Theseus was practically an Einstein, he studied for hours, perfecting his language and etiquette, but no one seemed to care or notice, so he dropped his studies. Avoided them like the plague. However, he still held onto perfect manors in front of his family and other nobles, and Technoblade is a very observant guy, so it would be strange for Theseus to suddenly ask for a book on basic etiquette—it wouldn't make sense. And Tommy didn't need to draw any more attention to himself. Honestly, he's shocked Theseus’s has not kicked him out yet.

“Um,” Tommy glanced at Sam, who wasn't really looking at anything. “I…change my mind.”

Prince Technoblade blinked slowly, in which if Tommy wasn't literally shaking in his boots at the moment, he would’ve cackled maniacally at the motion. 

“You changed your mind?” The prince repeated.

“Yeah, sorry for wasting your time.” Tommy threw out.

The prince took another step closer. Tommy felt his heart beat against his rib cage.

“You seem to be very concerned about our time recently.” His gaze darkened, voice dropping. “If this is another futile attempt in gaining our attention, then drop it. It is honestly pitiful to watch you yield to such scarce levels to get my father to look at you.” 

My father. Tommy notices. Not our. Not your. But my. He doesn't consider Theseus even blood.

As a brother, that would hurt. Tommy had experienced that first hand. But these people aren't his brothers. And he's not going to do this type of bullshit again. Theseus would grovel. He would pledge his innocence. But Tommy’s not Theseus.

“Okay,” Tommy smiled, forcing himself to relax. “Your highness, you seem to be very bothered around me.” Nailed it. “Worry not, you won't be seeing me anytime soon, I promise.” Tommy was literally Shakespeare.

The prince’s eyes narrowed on Tommy. “Was that a threat?”

Okay, what the fuck. “Oh, not at all.” Tommy smiles, “It's just me realizing how much my presence offends. I’ll go now.”

Because Tommy’s other brothers, he's mastered the art of back handed statements. 

Prince Technoblade catches on quickly. He slowly smirks. It's something quite the opposite of kind and more sinister.

“What a delight you are today, Theseus.” He said, “What happy conversations we’re sure to have.”

Tommy frowned, brows drawing together. “Sorry?”

Didn’t he just say he won't be seeing h anytime soon? And why the fuck would this bastard want to see Theseus?

“At least I did not have to seek you out.” Prince Technoblade said, taking another step closer.

Tommy’s heart exploded at that—and it must've shown on his face because the prince’s smirk grew. What was that supposed to mean? Is he about to kill him? Would Sam step in? Not if it's orders from the king.

“You should be ecstatic, Theseus.” Prince Technoblade soughed, leaning against the wall next to him. “Father asked me to tell you he yearns for your company during dinner tonight.

Tommy swung around, shoved the door back open, and ran out of the library.

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“I’m done, I’m screwed. It's all over.” Tommy paces back and forth in his room, hands on his hips.

Theseus, sitting on an invisible lounge chair, floating in the air, groans.

“Technoblade literally told me that shit and I booked it. Like, that was hella suspicious—even from my standpoint. I'm surprised his fee-fi-fo-fum bitchass didn't run after me.”

“Will you stop your agonizing complaining?” Theseus sighed, “I can hardly even hear my own thoughts with you muttering in my ears.” 

“Okay, buddy,” Tommy slowly turned around to look at the ghost. “Maybe you're not scared of execution because you're already dead, but I, on the other hand, have a beating heart.”

Theseus rolled his eyes. “Yeah, my beating heart.”

“You have to help me, Theseus.” Tommy muttered, “I don't know shit about etiquette. I tried getting a book at the goddamn library, but Technoblade was being such a bitch and—”

Theseus placed his feet back on the ground. His face looked a thousand times more serious.

“You did what?” He hissed out.

“What? I tried getting a book, but—”

“Oh my gods,” Theseus covers his face with his hands. “Tell me you didn't do that, oh gods.”

“I…did?”

“I said don't! Ugh, just, look. My brother Technoblade is very calculating. He’s like Philza in so many ways.” Theseus folds his arms, looking away. “And you…you act like an imbecile. I, on the other hand, have always been mature. Except for my younger adolescent years, for I was much more craving of my family’s affection.”

Theseus did use to do morning and nightly greetings to them. 

“So, he must understand something is wrong too. Tommy,” he looks at the other blonde, “They’ll kill you. They’ll kill you and not even care. As if they never knew you.” His gaze turns dull. “What you need are wings. Only then, will you not die. Dream covets for blood, and look at you, an offspring the king wishes he never retained. A ideal vulnerable backing in the kingdom—a vigorous royal. You need wings so they care just a little bit more.”

Tommy threw his hands in the air. “Bitch, how do I fucking make wings? Do I look like a pelican or some shit?”

Theseus smiled. “We need to make a deal with the God who put us in this disarray.”

Apparently, you don't need a goat for a satanic ritual. Then again, Tommy isn't really dealing with Lucifer here.

It still has the same eerie mood, though. Any source of light in Tommy’s room is covered or blown out, the only reason Tommy can see is the candles on the floor, seeming to illuminate a red glow.

“This is kinda freaky, Theseus.” Tommy mumbles, staring down at the abomination they just made.

Theseus huffs, annoyed. “Do you want to live or not?”

The ghost moves over toward the bed, crawling under it, and pulling out a book from under.

“What the damn hell is that?”

Theseus smirks. “It was a book I stole once. From my father. It’s esoteric and contains what we need.”

“I don't know what that word means.” Tommy stands awkwardly.

“Ugh, it has magic within it.” Theseus places the book down in the middle of a bunch of candles that were placed in a circle. 

“Do we start chanting or some shit?” 

“No,” Theseus stands, “Now, we need the summoner’s blood.” 

The two stare at each other for a moment. Tommy’s eyebrows furrowed. He spoke calmly, slowly.

“Theseus…how do you know all of this?” 

The dead prince blinks once, turning away from Tommy. “A sharp dagger will be the least painful, but most difficult to obtain. Although, I do have a weapon in here—for standard defense. Which do you prefer?”

“Why are you changing the subject?” Tommy took a step back.

Theseus finally looked at Tommy, gaze sharp. “Which do you prefer?” He repeats.

Tommy sighs, “Um, neither? Isn't growing fucking wings painful?”

“Sure,” Theseus lifts a shoulder, “Well, I actually don't know—but either way, you won't die.” 

Tommy rolls his eyes, looking away. “I’m glad you have such high standards.”

Theseus stares at Tommy for a few seconds before heading to a cabinet, opening a drawer. He pulls out a small dagger with little complex details on the handle.

“Cool knife,” Tommy says, staring blankly.

“Show me your hand.” Theseus holds his own out. Tommy doesn't give him a convincing look, apparently. Theseus sighed. “Look, I find my time valuable, and if I didn't care, I wouldn't be here currently. Your hand.”

Tommy awkwardly walked toward the ghost, placing his hand in the dead’s hand, who promptly turned his hand over where his palm was showing. Theseus placed the dagger against the other’s palm, using his hand to close Tommy’s hand into fist and it and pulled back. 

“Okay,” Theseus mumbled, bringing Tommy’s now bloody hand over each candle, moving onto the next when a drop of his blood fell onto it. 

“Now what?” Tommy glanced at Theseus, who still held onto his hand.

“Now,” the ghost pulled Tommy back with him. “We move out of the way.”

Suddenly, a bunch of wind literally exploded in Tommy’s face, making him close his eyes from the sudden gush. His face felt hot unexpectedly too. The wind turned hot.

Tommy peaked his eyes open to see Theseus staring with a cold gaze toward the circle of candles. Tommy looked over to see a dark shadow emerge from the pages of the book like that one movie Goosebumps or some shit.

“Theseus…” A low voice mumbles.

Holy shit. Tommy’s eyes widen, this dude or whatever it is knows this fuck face. Or was it talking to me? No—it was the god who got them ‘in this mess’ it has to know the dead real prince is here.

“XD,” Theseus lifted his chin more up. Okay, so it can see him.

Tommy raised a brow. “This bitch’s fucking name is ‘XD’? Rough.”

Theseus whipped his head around, staring at Tommy with a frightful and angered expression. Something that screams: Dumbass, shut the fuck up!

Cackling erupted and echoed in the room. Tommy flinched at the sheer noise. It was not a human noise, that's for sure. But then again, not everything is human in this book’s world.

“I said he was perfect, didn't I, Theseus?” The black shadow lifting out of the book started to shift, forming into a different shape. 

“We must keep exceptionally different portrayals of perfect, XD.” Theseus muttered under his breath.

The black shadow formed into a human-like representation. Except for the four arms it had. It wore a white mask. Like how Dream was described wearing in the book—but instead a pennywise-ass smile, it was a giant X, which was a lot more omniscient than Dream’s. They wore a cloak with a hoodie covering his head, a green one—which was fucking weird because Dream also wore the same. Tommy never read this in the book. Golden pants that seemed way too fucking big for the god, bitch didn't even show of his probably solid gold shoes.

“I hope you've adjusted well,” XD smiled viciously.

For a moment, Tommy didn't know if he was talking to him, but Theseus’s groan of exasperation almost made Tommy clutch his heart in relief.

“I’ll cut to the point. I need you to gift Tommy wings.” 

XD smile grew, “The other gods would have to be consulted with. Although, I could just battle my path to their consensus. What in exchange, are you keen to pledge to me? You, out of all people should understand only deals is how work.” 

Tommy glanced at Theseus with confusion at that, but the ghost paid no mind to him. Instead, he held up a singular finger.

“One. You have one wish I am volitional to vow to you. Whatever you want.”

XD chuckled, “That is a dangerous game you are taking part of, Theseus.”

The dead prince returned the smile. “I’m willing to play.” 

XD glanced at Tommy, making the blonde flinch.

“Very well. Be expecting wings soon then, Tommy. Prepare yourself; it’s not the most pleasant experience.”

Tommy’s eyes widened. “But—!”

He was gone. The god just disappeared. XD just disappeared. Literally evaporated. Water cycle.

The pressure in the room dropped and Tommy took in his first real breath.

“What the hell did you just drag me apart of? I don't play with demons!”

Theseus sighed, his head dropping.  “You are so ungrateful. These wings will save you in the end, if you move further without anymore foolishness.”

Tommy’s shoulders dropped, relaxed. “Why did you do that?”

“What?”

“Why did you make a deal on your expense? I thought you didn't care about me.”

Theseus turned toward Tommy fully. He scowled. “Oh. I don't. If you were not the only thing that could make my family suffer, then I would've killed you myself by now.”

Tommy took a step back. “Why do you say that? How do you know I'll make them suffer?”

Theseus looked away, suddenly walking to the door. “We should proceed to the dining hall. The sun is dropping, so the dinner must be commencing momentarily. Best to be early. I'll divulge you more of table manners on the way.”   

He completely deflected my question. Tommy furrowed his eyebrows. What are you hiding, Theseus? 

Nevertheless, Tommy just sighed. “Okay. Let’s get this shit over with already.”

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Tommy cracked his knuckles, then wiggling his arms and feet as if he was preparing for a marathon.

Theseus and him stood outside the door to the dining hall, according to Theseus.

”Okay,” Tommy nodded, “Run it by me one more time.”

Theseus groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “I’ve told you what to do at least five times by now.”

”Hey, wow, wow, hey.” Tommy fully faced the ghost. “The best way to remember something is repetition.” He smiled, shaking his head quickly as if shocked. “Simpletons.” 

Theseus narrowed his eyes. “Watch it.”

Tommy rolled his eyes. “Kay, so I walk in, the king will probably be in there. I bow, wait for his ass to say I can rise, then I greet him, go toward chair to his left—he’ll be on the head chair at the short side of the table. A servant will pull out the chair, I sit. Then, when the other princes show up, I nod in respect, and only speak if they address me.” Tommy gave the dead prince a hard stare. “And you’ll tell me what forks and spoons to grab and shit? A tutorial on how to dab my face with a damn napkin?”   

Theseus smiled, folding his arms. “Exactly. And don’t you dare freeze up. The king will find hesitation as disrespect.”

Tommy threw his arms out. “The hell is wrong with him?”

“Would you rather the list be ordered alphabetically or by severity?”

That got Tommy to smile, but he had to push the expression down. “Okay, so I just…go in?”

Theseus rolled his eyes. “Knock first.”

“Jeez, you should take yoga or some shit, because we need to find somewhere to channel all that anger.” 

“I simply told you to knock—“

”Modern problems require modern solutions, am I right?” Tommy sighed, “Goodness fucking gravy, bro. This is shit is stressful. I think I need a therapist.”

“Knock,” Theseus said, “Or I can just leave.”

“Okay, god.” Tommy lifted his fist, knocking loudly on the door. He then pushed the door open right after to enter into a fucking large room.

Just like the throne room, there were large upright window, and the table was big enough to hold at least fifty people. The table cloth looked like it was made out of silk, the chairs, carefully and majestically crafted with the same perfect design. And the fucking king was no where to be seen.

“Damn, where is he?” Tommy muttered to the ghost by his side. “Am I too early?”

Theseus shrugged, “I’ve no idea. Just sit in the chair next to that head chair; on the left.”

So, Tommy does. He relaxes in the chair and fidgets with his fingers nervously, which the ghost apparently takes offence to.

“Stop that,” Theseus spat out harshly, “You look like a fool.”

Tommy glared back at the dead prince. “Hating me won't make you pretty.”

Theseus rolled his eyes, looking away. This may be a good time to get some answers. He can't just ask shit upfront to the ghost, though; Theseus has already proved that he’d just blatantly ignore Tommy.

“Hey, Theseus. Would you rather know every language or kill me?”

Theseus gives Tommy a disgusted look. “That juvenile behavior is below me.”

Tommy groaned, leaning fully back against the chair. “Come on,” he drawled, “It’s just me, and who knows how long we’ll just be waiting here.”

Theseus doesn't give Tommy a convinced look.

“Come on, man. Freaking wings are gonna be growing out of my back so I can help you make your family feel like shit or something.”

“Yes, also to keep you alive.” 

“Come on,” Tommy whined, “What, I got buttons? You want buttons?”

“Buttons?”

“Just answer the fucking question.”

After a few moments of silence, Theseus finally answers. “…Kill you.”

Tommy felt his heart skip a beat. “Dude, that's not very cultural of you.”

Theseus just raises a shoulder and drops it.

Okay, so Theseus really does hate Tommy. That or he was just annoyed. Either way, he’d rather have Tommy die than speak to Muslims. Well, Tommy doesn't even know the ethnicities here.

“Tommy, when Wilbur first received his wings, it was indeed agonizing for him. Envision limbs ripping out of your back. You can't anticipate when it'll transpire—especially because we don't know when XD will be able to get the other Gods to agree—and father would never permit you a numbing medication without digging into what ‘I’ve’ been into for the past week.” 

Tommy blinked and smiled. “You’re talking to me like I'm nine months pregnant.”

“Whatever,” Theseus huffed, “You best eat more meats in order to increase your flow of iron. Your hemoglobin levels will need to be high regarding the blood loss you'll have to endure.”

Tommy felt his heart fluttered. That sounded like hell, and he didn't want to think of it. He hardly even got a say in it. “How did you know about Wilbur’s experience?”

Theseus promptly looked away at that. “He told me,” his eyes got glossy.

“Why?”

“He had thought I was going to be gifted with wings.”

Tommy furrowed his eyebrows, clutching onto the handles of the chair he sat in. The reason why Theseus tried to gain his family’s attention was probably because they once gave it to him. There was a time when they thought he was like them, but when he wasn't…he was practically disowned.

Tommy sighed, “Theseus, look—”

The door suddenly opened, revealing Prince Wilbur—speak of the fucking devil. 

Tommy immediately straightened just out of shock. Theseus did too, probably out of habit.  

“Theseus…” the brunette narrowed his eyes. If this were a cartoon, fucking smoke would be resonating from him. “So, you actually showed up.” 

Same vibes as: “I thought I told you to never come around these parts!”.

Tommy glanced at Theseus, who was glaring at the other prince. Shit, can this dictionary just un-PTSD himself? Okay, not the best take, but whatever!

Theseus, thankfully, spoke. “Tell him our father gave an order.”

Tommy immediately stared back at his ‘brother’. “The king gave an order. I just came through with it.” 

Prince Wilbur barked out a laugh at that. “My, such an attitude! I should get father to throw you out of here for such a display!”

Tommy blinked and it took everything for emotion not to be shown on his face. What attitude? Erm, actually, anything can be considered as an attitude from a scientific lens.

Would these assholes really just accept him once two fucking wings emerge from his back? Because by the way this prick is acting, he doesn't think everything will just be kumbaya as they hold hands.

“I don't even want to eat with your presence.” Prince Wilbur glared. “My appetite has been ruined.”

Tommy smiled. God, he’s still talking? Where's the damn mute button? 

“I would not be here unless the king asked for me to.” What will appease this bitch for at least two minutes? “You’ll see me a lot less, actually, with you no longer seeing me in the night and mornings.” 

A strange look flashed on Prince Wilbur’s face before it was gone in a second. “Thank gods. You're so lucky father even is able to look at you—” aren't you looking at me right now, smartass? “—If it were up to me, I would've had you thrown out of here years ago. You're a disgrace and I'm sure the fish in the sea would enjoy your company more than any other person.”

Tommy blinked. Damn, did he just tell me to kill myself?

Theseus nodded, “Yeah, he does that periodically.” 

This fucking spoiled asshole. Tommy grinned at him instead. Which is probably not a good idea, because Theseus probably would've flipped out, but what’s that saying—kill them with kindness? Shit’s cringe, but Tommy is too tired to make some backhanded response like his he did with Technoblade.

“Do you know what we will be having tonight?” 

Prince Wilbur drew his eyebrows in. Yeah, that was a very uncharacteristic of Theseus. 

“Excuse me?”

“Any meats? Heard they have a lot of iron in them,” Tommy remembers Theseus talking. “Must be healthy.”

Tommy heard the ghost snort. He's enjoying this shit.

Prince Wilbur took a step back. “What? I-I don't…I don't know.”

The bitch stuttered. Tommy might as well retire now, that man’s entire career is over.

“Why don't you sit down?” Tommy gestured to the chair in front of him.

Prince Wilbur full-on grunted at that. Like, he made a sound of fucking disgust. As if Tommy just consumed his mucus in front of him. Or made a request for them to do naked yoga together.

“You insolent brat!” Prince Wilbur matched toward Tommy. “You try and mock me? Keep speaking! See where it'll land you!”

Tommy flinched when the prince stood right next to him, grabbing onto the younger’s wrist. 

“Oh, shit.” Tommy heard Theseus giggle.

“I’m sorry,” Tommy’s eyes widened.

“Get out of here!” Prince Wilbur screamed, lifting up Tommy from the chair and throwing him on the ground. “Go!”

Tommy felt his heart race, sweat dripped down his face. He shut his eyes, curling in on himself. Someone kept screaming at him. His hands were trembling. The alley. He was in the alley, wasn't he? Clay is hurting him. Tommy covered his head with his arms. 

“Please, stop!” He heard himself whimper, so quiet he barley heard it. Then again, everything sounded kind of muffled. He sounded pathetic, but he doesn't want to be hurt anymore. He doesn't care. Care can kick rocks. He just doesn't want to feel pain. He doesn't—

Someone grabbed his face, lifting his gaze up. He saw Cla—wait. No. He was in the dining hall. With Prince Wilbur, who is forcing the blonde to look at his ugly face. Tommy took in a deep breath as his senses returned. 

“Are you serious?” Prince Wilbur mumbled, staring into Tommy’s eyes. “You’re so desperate for my attention you’d fabricate a fucking…what even was that? A panic attack? You thought I’m ludicrous I’d believe that poor preformance?”

Tommy’s heart slowed down a bit, but he was still scared. Scared of the influential prince in front of him. He could still breath, at least.

“I didn't…” he couldn't tell the truth, “No…”

Tommy glanced Theseus, who was watching with a blank look. Of course, he didn't care. That was established.

“I’ll go,” Tommy choked out, pushing away the prince, who lost his grip. “I’ll go, just let me.”

Prince Wilbur’s eyebrows furrowed. He then stood up, walked around the table, and sat in his seat.

Tommy wobbled as he stood up. He then ran, dashing to the door and practically ripping it open. He screamed out in utter frustration. Prince Technoblade stood there, hand raised, ready to knock on the door—something Prince Wilbur could never do, because, well…he’s Wilbur.

“Theseus?” Prince Technoblade raised a brow as Tommy stumbled backwards.

The teen heard the ghost’s manic laughter. What was so funny about this shit?

“Why…” the prince continued, pausing as he noticed then tear streaks on Tommy’s face. He glanced over to Wilbur, who was still just chilling in his seat. “What the heck did you do, Wil?!”

“What do you mean?” Prince Wilbur didn't even bother looking back from where he sat. “I didn't even lay a finger on him.”

Tommy bit his lip at that. Fucking liar. 

“What do you mean!” Prince Technoblade asked incredulously. “He’s crying! He hasn't done that since he was six!

“Why do you care, Techno?” Prince Wilbur snapped back. 

That caused the pink-haired bastard to pause. Yeah, he forgot to think about how he hated Theseus.

To the prince’s hesitation, Tommy shoved his way past the prince, not exactly wanting to stick around for the king as well.

The princes didn't call him back.

He didn't even know where he was running to, he just knew to keep moving, ignoring the servants he occasionally saw while running down the halls.

Then, he hears Theseus’s voice behind him. “Where are you going?”

Tommy paused, stopping his running. He placed his hands on his knees, hunching over as he gasped. 

“How did you catch up so quick?”

Theseus grinned, “Tommy, I'm a ghost. Exhaustion and, well, teleportation are two things I don't and do have.”

Tommy just groaned, “I fucked up, Theseus.”

“You did.”

“I don't even know what happened! I was just like: ‘Yep! Clay is about to bully the hell out of me right now!’ God…”

Theseus tilted his head to the side. “Is Clay the one who killed you?”

Tommy took in a deep breath. Might as well tell someone.

“He—” a bolt of pain rushed through Tommy. He furrowed his eyebrows. A chill ran up his spine. “What the fuck was—”

Another rush of pain; too sudden, too painful; Tommy collapsed to his knees, wailing out in pain.

Theseus arched his eyebrow up. “What happened?”

“I-I don't know I just—!” Another bolt of pain sent Tommy pressing his forehead against the ground, screaming again. 

God, what was happening?! The pain didn't subside this time, remaining near his spine, but it wasn't as bad. It just duly remained there, like a constant reminder it existed.

Tommy glanced up at the ghost. “Fuck, am I dying? Did Wilbur cast some goddam spell on me or something?”

Theseus scruntched his nose. “No, he—” he paused. The ghost’s eyes suddenly blew wide. He dropped to a knee, putting a hand on Tommy’s shoulder. “Where?”

“When—what? Where what?”

Theseus grit his teeth. “The pain!” he yelled, “Where do you feel the pain!”

“My fucking back, man! Why, what the…” Tommy trailed off. Oh shit. Oh cheese currey with a bowl of stew. “My back,” he repeated, “My back, my back, my back, my—”

Theseus covered Tommy’s mouth. “We need you to get you out of here. Right now. Some people in this castle hate you, and will take any opportunity they have.” A bitter grin spread across his face. “I guess XD did it. Congratulations, your wings are coming in.”

Fucking hell.

Chapter Text

”Okay, ow!” Tommy screams when Theseus lost his grip on him, his back smacking against the ground. “Did you seriously just drop me on my back, bitch?” 

Theseus lets out a groan. “I didn’t do it on purpose.” 

“Oh, what, did it with spite?” Tommy rolls over, rubbing his back. “Oh, sweet mother Mary of god—that shit hurts.” 

“Sweet mother—what?” 

“This entire wings ripping its way out of my back is going to make my blood pressure spike to uncontrollable levels.” 

Theseus grips Tommy from under his armpits, hoisting him up again. “I told you to eat meat, but you instead ran from it like you were the food.” 

Tommy went limp in Theseus’s grip. “Kay, for one, that was the most cringe anaolgy I think I’ve every heard. Two, what the damn did you expect me to do? Wilbur was literally being such a bitch and my brain went all coo coo for coco puffs, so I don’t know what you expected me to do.” 

Theseus scoffs. “I would’ve maintained my postion.” 

Tommy glared at the wall moving further away from him. “And cried yourself to sleep later.” 

“Stop,” Theseus said, voice cold. “Or I’ll leave you here on the ground. Leave you to this wretched castle.” 

“Oh, no. Not in the fancy castle with so much protection.” 

“Didn’t I tell you? People in here want you dead.” 

“You said it much more lightly before…” 

“Same message,” Theseus yanked Tommy more up in order to avoid dropping him again. 

Pain spiked again, Tommy cried out. “Shit! Aren’t the people in here supposed to be loyal or some shit?” 

“Yeah, they are loyal…to those gifted by the gods. Who would want to question divine beings?” 

“Oh, facts?” Tommy nodded. “So low key how the Church in the fucking 14th century would act.” 

Theseus’s grip almost lurched again. “Pardon?” 

“Ya know, with the Indulgences and stuff. I think that’s what they were called?” 

“I’ve no idea what you’re talking about.” 

“Yeah, I am kinda yapping right now—“ hot pain seared in Tommy’s shoulder blades; his mouth hung open. “Ah—AHHH!” Tears worked up in Tommy’s eyes. “Let me go! Let me—AGH!” He shrieked.

Tommy had never undergone this kind of pain before. It was like something was impaling his back repeatedly. His vision blurred. Shapes thrived or shrunk, and everything turned numb for an instant; Tommy couldn’t even feel the sweat dripping down his face. The tears moving down his face. His hoarse throat. 

“Tommy?” He felt himself being lowered. “Tommy? Are you alive? Hey!” 

Before the blonde could even think of forming a response, another flash of pain snapped him out of the shock his body had him trapped in. He was laid down, omn the ground. He screamed, moving to turn off his back, but all it did was make the pain worse. Before Tommy could even scream again, he fell limp. His eyes rolled up to the back of his head.

Before he passed out he vaguely saw a maid round down the corner he was moving down. She screamed. And Tommy fell unconscious. 

“Well, shit.” Theseus mumbled. 

Waking up wasn’t as peaceful from when he first awakened as Theseus. A lingering pain was in his back and a headache was the first thing he noticed. 

”Oh,” a voice mumbled, “You’re awake?” 

Tommy tried to open his eyes, but they literally felt glued stuck. Can’t make this shit up. Tommy tried speaking instead, but instead he simply did not. Was his brain receptors fried or something? What happened? 

Tommy slowly opened his eyes with a warbled groan. He sounded like a wounded dog. “Fuuuck.” 

“That sums up my thoughts, indeed.” Okay, that was absolutely Thesesus. “You look tired, very much. Though, considering your position, I am not very shocked.” 

Tommy sighed, brushing his—or Theseus’s—bangs out of his face with a hand. “What?” His voice sounded like he had screamed for hours on end. 

“Don’t you recollect the last few events? Well—you were not awake for most of it, but your wings. They grew in. Praise XD.” Theseus didn’t sound very grateful with that last statement. 

“What the fuck?” Tommy rubbed his eyes—they then widened. “What the fuck.” He glanced at the ghost. “What the fucking fuck.” 

Theseus raised a brow. “What?” 

“That’s my fucking quesiton, you dumb fucking fuck!” Tommy moved to sit up—he was in a bed—and promptly regretted it. Pain exploded in his back. “FUCK.” He leaned back to feel something. Oh, that something is not natural. Did he actually—

Tommy looked back to see fucking white wings splayed across the pillows on the bed he laid on—this was ‘his’ room. He screamed liked a woman in a cliche 1980s horror moive. Theseus didn’t apperciate this very much. 

“Maybe refrain from doing that.” 

Tommy desperately looked at the ghost. “Maybe try killing yourself. Fucking hell, what happened to me?” 

“I just said you grew in wings—“ 

“That maid,” Tommy straightened to the best of his ability with the sore pain in his back—shit those wings really just sprouted from his back. “I heard her scream—before I passed out. She—how did I get to my room?” 

Theseus smiled, looking away. “Yes, that is the only issue. I wanted you to be able to introduce your wings to the king in better condition than the one you had been placed in, but—“ 

“What?” Tommy’s eyes widened. “WHAT? What do you mean?!” 

Theseus glared. “If you’d let me finish, I could explain your question.” When Tommy didn’t respond, the ghost continued. “The maid who saw you had ran away. For a moment, I was afraid she would’ve called upon unfriendly allies, but upon following her trail, I saw it was instead it was the prince; she must be a higher status servant.” 

“The prince is so fucking vague. Which?” Tommy felt his heartbeat in his ears. His face felt numb, like when his wings were pushing out of his body like a fucking newborn. 

“Prince Wilbur. He had refused to show, when your name was mentioned—he had expelled the maid from his chamber before she could even explain himself.” Theseus folded his arms. “So, she went to Prince Technoblade, who promptly showed and—“ 

“Wow, what?” Tommy raised a brow. “Technoblade? Technoblade promptly showed? We talking about the right character? You remembering this right?” 

“Do I remember?” Theseus asked, acting as though Tommy said he should lose some weight. “Do I remember the events of a few hours ago? Do I remember witnessing my brother promptly come to your need while he couldn’t bare look me in the eye during my execution?” 

Tommy blinked. This kid has issues. Not my fault your family hates you. 

Theseus suddenly gave the blonde a dim glare. “Have I not specified I can hear your mind?” 

“Oh, shoot.” Tommy refused to make an expression. “Well, technically, they think I am you, so is this really a womp womp situation?” 

Theseus looked away with a scoff. “You language is rather profound. I thought I’ve told you to eradicate this inadequate tone of speech.” 

Tommy furrowed his eyebrows. He can’t believe he has wings. Maybe arguing with a dead guy will fill his fear and shock. 

“You need to talk some shit out with them. Goddamn, your entire life is giving Hamlet, in the worst way possible. This is like Romeo and Juliet but if there was not Juliet and Romeo died alone anyways.” 

Theseus quickly looked back at Tommy. He then did that smirk that never failed to send chills up the living’s spine. “I have no interest in talking to anyone who might divulge sensitive information to a stranger before offering to share such knowledge with the accused.” 

Okay, Tommy does not have the energy to piece that shit together. So, instead, he looked away, gazing at his wings. 

“I can’t believe it.” Tommy whispered. He then cut a sharp look at the ghost. “Why did you get me to have these motherfuckers? Like, I get Dream has this cute villain energy and all, but don’t you think all of this is a bit unfair?” 

Theseus blinked once. “Unfair?” Twice. “It is precisely because I am fair,” he said sharply, “That I intend to go through the trouble of obtaining you these gifts.” 

“Well, I don’t want to be a damn pelican, so—“ 

“Will you shut up?” Theseus practically growled, “Gods, you are a fool. Have you not read the story created- have you not read the book in your releam? The very one that describes my family’s hatred for me, whose character is now yours because the lack of treasures you now hold upon you?” Theseus didn’t glare daggers, he glared goddamn misles. “These wings will help you get what you want, my prince.”

It was Tommy’s turn to be mad. “What I want? So, this is about what I want, huh? Not what you or that fucking fuck-like god want, right?” Tommy motioned with his hands. 

Theseus almost looked scared for a moment. “Take into consideration on how you address the divine being.” 

Tommy grinded his teeth. “I’ll address that bitch however I want. I’d rather be waterboarded with hot wax than respect a cocky piece of shit like him.” He had to compose himself; his shoulders dropped. “Theseus, I’m not dumb. I know that god or whatever forced you into something. You’re scared of him.” 

Theseus drew his eyebrows in. “What are you talking about?” 

“I’m not dumb.” Tommy repeated. 

“I never said you were.” 

“Then why are you trying to play me for stupid?” Tommy raised a brow. “For someone who acts like they are in constant control, you surely settle down when that fuck, XD is mentioned. Sometimes, you can’t even say his name, and I know it’s not because you’re trying to be extra or respectful toward a God or whatever that bastard is.” 

“How dare you,” Theseus said, his fists clenching. “How dare you belittle my person when you know nothing about me—“ 

“Deflection,” Tommy snapped him a finger gun. “Listen, I won’t ask you about it anymore, okay? But just don’t act like I can’t put two and two together. And don’t fucking say that ‘you don’t know what I’m talking about’,” Tommy dropped his tone, mocking the ghost. “Like, no, that’s not true in any universe, discovered or undiscovered.” 

Theseus’s expression almost looked…sad for a moment. The ghost opened his mouth to speak, but after a few beats of silence, he closed his mouth with a click. 

Suddenly, the door opened with a slam, making Tommy and Theseus jolt. 

“This cannot be true!” Prince Wilbur pushed his way into Tommy’s room. “It’s impossible!” 

Tommy tried to sit up again, but decided he didn’t want to feel all sins of hell to punish him at once. He still shifted, because the hell—

Tommy and Prince Wilbur locked eye contact. Tommy froze. The prince’s eyes drifted behind Tommy and—oh. His wings. Prince Wilbur’s eyes grew. He then grit his teeth. There were two frightened servants behind the brunette, who didn’t dare move as the older advanced upon Tommy. 

Tommy stayed still, his eyes practically trapped on Wilbur’s frame. What he didn’t expect was when the older prince reached out, grabbed onto Tommy’s wings and fucking pulled. 

Tears flared in Tommy’s eyes, pain struck him like lightening. He screamed out in misery. Prince Wilbur’s furious expression melted into shock, soon turning into something close to guilt. He let go of Tommy’s wings so fast he would’ve thought the idiot never grabbed onto them in the first place.

Uncontrollable tears made their way down Tommy’s face. “Why the hell,” he took in a deep breath, “Did you do that?” 

Prince Wilbur’s face looked as though he accidentally killed someone. “I…I didn’t—I thought you hadn’t been truthful, like you’ve always been—“ 

Tommy wiped his face dry. “Get out!” he screamed. 

Prince Wilbur flinched. And even weirder, the brunette’s wings shifted. “What?” 

“I said go! You want to accuse me of something? Fine!” Tommy felt his blood grow hot in his face. “Just do it when I’m not wounded in a bed because wings grew from my back!” 

“No, Theseus! This is not something I can just walk from. Remember how when we were simply children, we would discuss of your wings that would soon grow in?”

Wow. He really thought he ate with that one. The plate is still full though. Tommy was really not expecting their personalities—or at least Wilbur’s to take a three hundred and sixity degrees turn once he got wings.

Speaking of them, they flared in pain, making Tommy wince. It hurt to just lay on them now. God, why did Theseus’s plan have to make sense? 

“Okay, but that’s when we were children.” Tommy glanced at Prince Wilbur. “You know, before you stopped talking to me.” 

The bastard’s eyes widened and he had the audacity to flinch. “I…it appears you’ve made an incorrect assessment of my character.” He smiled, “Aren’t you glad? You now truly look like a royal with those white suns of joy!” 

Okay, what does the fucking sun have to do with this shit? Tommy raised a brow. “Glad? Why would I be glad? I almost bled out to death.” 

Prince Wilbur laughed. Yes, laughed. What the damn hell. “Ah, yes, I indeed do remember barley being able to walk for seven days.” 

“I look forward to it,” Tommy raised his eyes and widened them, like how all those bitch girls in those Disney channel movies look at the main character when she compliments their outfit. Whatever, this rich fucker should get the message. “It’s not a big deal.” 

Shocker: he doesn’t. “Oh my, he’s humble too! However, brother, I must disagree with your opinion. The kingdom will rejoice, you won’t be…well, a disgrace!” 

Normally, Tommy wouldn’t care; this isn’t his brother. It isn’t his business. But he can’t ever keep his mouth shut. Especially not at the way Theseus clearly flinched to the prince’s harsh words. Tommy slowly shifted his gaze at Prince Wilbur. 

“A disgrace? Is that what I was?” Tommy clenched onto the blankets covering half of his body. “Can I ask why? Because I didn’t have damn wings?” 

Theseus’s voice was quiet, frail. “Tommy…” 

“You think I’m dumb. All of you do.” Tommy took in a deep breath. “You think I haven’t lived with you for how long? Like I don’t know your character? Wings or not, you give a shit.” The room fell dead silent. “You’re a conceited asshole. Yes. You. You. The mirror, babe. Real mirror mirror on the wall type shit. You cannot trick me, Prince Wilbur. If you want something from me, then drop the mask and talk to me face to face. Because if there is I hate about a character is when they think they can manipulate me.” Tommy locked eyes with Theseus. “So, if you want something…” he looked back to Wilbur, “Then cut the bullshit and ask.” 

A beat of silence past. Two. The prince just stood there, frozen, staring at Tommy with an emotionless face. Finally, he spoke. 

“It appears my brother’s newly arrived wings have taken a massive toll on him. Call a physician to check in on Theseus.” 

Tommy had to bite his tongue in order to keep his mouth shut. The prince turned around, walking past the servants, who stared at Tommy with some shock for a moment before moving to follow Wilbur. Tommy kept his eyes on the brunette until the door was softly shut with a click. 

“Why?” Theseus’s voice trembled. Tommy looked over to the ghost to—

Tommy blinked.

Is Theseus crying? 

“Why?” Theseus repeated, not bothering to wipe the lines of tears melting down his face. “Don’t do this to me.” 

“What?” Tommy furrowed his eyebrows. “I did that for myself. That bastard needs someone in his life to punch him in the face. If not physically, then at least verablly—“ 

“No,” Theseus’s voice cut in loud. “Don’t do that agiain. Do not make my job harder than it needs to be.” 

Tommy sighed. “See, this is what I’m saying. Do you not also have ears or something because that shit is a bit worrying to hear. Like, are you planning to kill me or something? I don’t get why you keep saying ominous shit like that.” 

The dead prince shook his head. “It’s strange. You’re so unlike me.” 

Tommy glanced to his left for a moment before looking back to the ghost. “No fucking shit, and thank god for that.” 

Theseus let out a broken laugh that sounded a bit like a cry, his shoulders rising. “Do not neglect your wings. I’m going.” 

Tommy’s eyes widened. “You’re what? Where the fucking hell are you going?” Is this bitch seriously about to up and leave him? Just say: here’s your wings! And fucking leave Tommy to the mess of a murderous family? 

“I’m going…to speak with a god.” 

“You’re going to speak with XD? Why?” Tommy groaned, “This shit was never mentioned in the book.” 

Theseus smiled slowly. “You never did finish it, did you? That would explain a lot of your confusion.” 

“The fuck? You just gonna say that and leave? Tell me fucking one true thing.” 

Theseus smile grew, but it didn’t quite reach his dull blue eyes. The line of tear marks ever so present on his pale face. “The one who fell in love with the representation of tragedy is to blame for this. All of this.” 

Then, he was gone. 

Chapter Text

“Chat, am I cooked?” Tommy looked over his shoulder, back at the ghosts that was currenlty wrapping up his back with a long white bandage, tying it around his torso. “Ow! Dammit, be more careful!” 

Theseus huffed out a scoff as he tied the bandage firmly in place, squeezing the air out of Tommy for a moment. 

“It is not my fault my family maintain a worse relationship with ‘me’ after your little incident with my brother, Wilbur.”

“Okay, bitch, get off my heels.” Tommy started shifting.

”I told you to stop moving.” Theseus snapped. 

“It’s taking too long.” 

“You can stay still for two fucking minutes.” 

“Jesus fucking christ, mate, you’ve got me fucked up.” 

Theseus chuckled, shifting himself off the bed he was previously sitting on to be able to mend Tommy’s wound. “This is ludicrous. You don’t even get a potion to assist your healing process.” 

Tommy stiffly turned around to face Theseus. In the book, it mentioned something called a ‘Healing Potion’ a lot. It’s some thing that speeds healing. There’s also many other potions, like weakness, I’m pretty sure. 

Theseus folded his arms. “This isn’t good. The royal family haven’t made their presence clear since your little meltdown with Prince Wilbur.” 

Tommy rolled his eyes. “Right, so, low key like you, right? Because your ass fucking pressed the skip button and you fucked off to who knows where for like a day.” Tommy leaned back on the pillows. “This sucks so much. So, Prince Wilbur can spit on me all he wants, but the moment I speak back, I get the silent treatment? I can’t tell if it’s a good or bad thing, actually.” 

Theseus sighed. “I cannot say. My family had ignored me their entire lives, but they’ve never ignored like this. Not because I’d lash out—which I had never done.” 

Tommy narrowed his eyes. “Yeah, well, look where that got you, prick.” 

It was Theseus’s turn to glare. “I’ve been helping you the moment you got pulled into this mess. I can just as easily draw back my assistance.” 

Tommy smirked. “Safelite repair, safelite replace line, buddy.” 

Theseus groaned, rubbing his eyes. “I’ve not a clue what that is meant to imply.” 

“But, honeslty, you obviously fucking hate me, so why help me? Why don’t you just let me die and get me out of your way? Why basically sell your fucking soul over to the goddamn devil, or whoever XD is, and get my wings.” 

Theseus stood in silence for a moment. “…You need to spread your connections with the royal family. Any leverage you can get a hold of will help.” The bastard just walked over his question.

Tommy sighed. This bitch won’t share shit. “What do you mean?” 

“I mean,” Theseus put his hands on his hips in an exasperated way. “That you need to field your resources correctly to obtain the most control on your surroundings and people, so you can effortlessly apply them to the later sequence regarding the time line.” 

It took Tommy a second to debunk that. “You…want me to make your family turn their backs on each other.” 

Theseus calmly smiled, his eyes falling half-lidded. “I want you to make them despise each other. In order to do that, you must reach out to one of them and form a connection.” 

“But, I’m not close to any of your family at all, like…more like ‘how was your day’—not favorite colors type shit.” 

“I’ve noticed,” Theseus rolled his eyes. “That being said, I’ve found the one most inconsistent with his…dislike toward you is my brother.” 

Tommy blinked. “Okay, I didn’t skip the ad there, ‘my brother’ is too fucking unclear—you have two siblings.” 

“I’ve noticed that as well.” Theseus started picking at his nails, not even pretending to care that Tommy is basically crippled at the moment. “And I’m speaking of Prince Technoblade. He was the one who showed interest—genuine interest,” Theseus cut Tommy a sharp look, “In you when he was alerted of your wings. Furthermore, because of that, you should reach out to him and bond.” 

Tommy’s mouth hung open for a beat. He spoke slowly. “Okay, yeah. Great. Let’s just—okay, you can’t just say further-fucking-more and tell me to bond with a fucking man that kills people. Y’know, the entire ‘blood god’ nicname probably isn’t just for shits and giggles.” 

The ghost lazily lifted a shoulder, dropping it. “I’m just telling you what you must do.” 

Tommy scoffed, smiling, looking away. “What I must do! Okay, bro.” Tommy furrowed his brows. “How about Wilbur instead?” 

Theseus laughed. “Wilbur? Tommy, do you not recollect just how stubborn and manipulative he is?” 

“He showed up when I woke a few days ago.” Tommy said without looking up, sitting motionless on the bed. 

“Yes, so I’ve seen. Though I’d not realized he’d relieved you of your good sense in the process.” 

Tommy ignored him. “Yes, he showed up. I think he’s the best pick for me to ‘bond’ with. Because he showed. Don’t you find it strange?” 

“Strange is too gentle a word—I think it verifiably deranged—“ 

“Not fucking choosing Wilbur as a damn target—fuck. The fact that he was the only person that showed.” 

Theseus rolled his eyes. “Had I not made it clear he is manipulative? He obviously just wants to form a connection with you now that you hold a sense of meaning and potentially a threat to the crown now that you harbor wings—“ 

“No! Damn, have you lost your fucking good sense?” Tommy glared. “I’m talking about the other bitches. You said it yourself, King Philza is usually seven steps ahead, right? So, why hasn’t he showed the fuck up already?” 

“Do you happen to have impaired vision?” Theseus said slowly, as if talking to a child. “Or do you simply not comprehend the words you read on a page?” 

Tommy scoffed, shrugging his shoulders. “Bro, what?” 

“As in the book, I’m sure it had gone over my father’s lack of compassion and resentment toward I. You may have sparked some interest in him when you acted unlike me, but other than that, he hardly regards himself in his childrens’ affairs.” 

“Bitch, no it fucking didn’t. The main character was goddamn Dream,” Tommy waved his hand to the name. “It didn’t go into Philza fucking Craft’s psychology, not that I’d give two shits on what that asshole’s deal is!” Tommy folded his arms. “And that’s not a damn excuse. I mean, hell-o! Fucking god gifted wings sprouted out of shoulder blades I think that deserves at least a damn text message. Or letter—forgot you pricks are devolved as hell.” 

Theseus hesitated. “You still have not given reason on why Prince Wilbur should be the one you approach.” 

Tommy clapped his hands. “Right, so, this prick thinks he’s being all manipulative and shit, but guess what? I know that now, so, like, it won’t hit the same and I’ll just give him the 1,2 buckle my shoe treatment and uno-reverse that shit right back to him.” 

“Pardon?” Theseus squinted his eyes.

Tommy rolled his eyes before pointing at himself, speaking slowly. “I, To-mmy, will pre-tend I’m besties with Prince Wil-bur.” He switched back to his normal voice, muttering. “Because your dumbass wants me to make life give your family for real lemons. But, yeah, I think Wilbur could be useful cause how emotional he is, y’know?” 

“Useful? Is that what you decided my brother is?” Theseus almost laughed. “And do you lie to yourself often?” 

“Okay, dude, what do you want me to do?” Tommy threw his arms out. “Want me to just bully him so bad he kills himself or some shit? I’m offering a plan for once and you want me to bond with a prick that you barley even talked to before. Like, for fucks sake, the asshole is just quiet as fuck—he still despies me, the only reason Wilbur didn’t help me or whatever is cause he threw out that maid before she could say shit. He obviously approached me when he knew the reasons. Technoblade didn’t.” 

“…Because he is more genuine.” Theseus settled on after a moment. “He didn’t want to see you, so he didn’t. It’s as simply as that. Science could show the difference in their psychology.” 

Tommy narrowed his eyes on the ghost. “Uh huh. Well, science also shows if you learned to shut the fuck up—you’d get more bitches.” 

Theseus smiled at the blonde. “Does childishly insulting me make you feel better?” 

“Does making me make your family suffer make you feel better?” Tommy snapped back. 

Theseus actually stumbled on that, his expression faltered, and his face turned stoic for a moment. He stared so deeply into Tommy’s eyes, the blonde had to look away. 

“Perhaps I haven’t made your situation clear to you.” Theseus’s voice was quiet. 

Suddenly, Theseus sprung his hand out, wrapping his fingers around Tommy’s neck, before pushing down, slamming the teen onto his back. Tommy choked on a scream as his wings fluttered with protest—it was so weird how they reacted as if they had a mind of its own. 

“No, what the fuck—!” Tommy threw his hands on Theseus’s wrist, trying to pry him off to no avail—the prick was too strong. “God and heaven, what are you doing?!” Tommy’s heart was racing. Is Theseus about to kill him? Has he pushed too far?
 

Theseus smiled, staring down at Tommy, who was shaking, his wings even quivering. “How about we start actually listening to what I say, or else I’m gonna set each and every person in this palace on fire.” 

He’s unhinged. Tommy’s eyes widened. He had known Theseus had gone slightly crazy in the book, but to this extent? Hecks, no, bro. Tommy thought he was more of the ‘remember me for who I was! Not who I became!’ Not all creepy and horror movie. 

Theseus then began to cackle—literally laughing like a damn hyena.

“Gods, I wish you could see your expression right now. I’m so proud of your heritage.”

“It would be more like yours.” Tommy gasped out.

Theseus’s grip tightened. Tommy was having trouble breathing. “You treat this—me—like a joke. Perhaps the warning hasn’t made itself aware. If you die, you’re dead. Yes, I understand this may be a difficult concept for you to comprehend, but it’s the truth. I will kill you, Tommy.” Tommy’s blood turned cold. “I will kill you and take my time ripping you apart. Enjoy it, actually.”

Tommy felt like he wanted to cry, but also didn’t find the idea all too scary, but also wanted to lash out and scream until he couldn’t work his throat anymore. 

“Do you understand me?” 

Tommy…is scared. He’s scared what Theseus will do to him. His grip on thhe ghost’s wrist fummbles and he can hardly think straight. He has to find a way to stop Theseus from strangling the life from him.

“The assassination.” Tommy coughed out. 

Theseus’s grip loosened. His eyebrows rised. “What?” 

In the book, around chapter 10, an assassination attempt was made on Prince Wilbur when he was in Prince Technoblade’s garden, wandering around. 

Tommy gasped in air as his airways weren’t as constricted. “He- Wilbur…he was attacked—remember? When assassins tried to cut off his wings and he was wounded?” Theseus’s grip loosened to where it didn’t hurt anymore. “The assassination was such an important plot point—cause the king rised the kingdom’s security, which led to Dream being hired as a personal guard. If I can help him evade getting hurt, then maybe Dream can be evaded altogether.” 

Theseus looked shocked for a moment before he slowly released Tommy, standing straight. 

“I…I didn’t think of that.” Theseus blinked. “How would you move forward with that, though? Judging on your passing, you appear to not have a lot of self defense skills. It is unsafe.” 

Tommy moved onto his side, blinking away the tears in his eyes. He’s not going to cry. He doesn’t cry. He’s a strong adult man that is above such childish things such as eyes fucking sweating. 

“The most unsafe thing I’ve done was consuming a burger off McDonalds’s menu, damn.” Tommy sighed. “How would I move forward and shit, with fucking connecting with Wilbur.” 

Theseus sighed. “I’m still against you personally bonding with him. He’s not an idiot, you know—he’ll catch onto something if you try to trick him. Furthermore, I do think you assisting him when people try to massacre him will be very influential on his perception of your character.” 

“Right, again, so how do I move forward.” 

Theseus rolled his eyes, placing a hand on his hip. “Well, speaking with him, obviously. You should reach out to him before the attempt, though—when does that happen, by the way?” 

“Okay, first, how the fuck am I supposed to reach out to him with these big ass hand prints now bruising on my neck—thanks a lot. Second, I’ve been in this prison for three days, and not including the first day I got here…it should happen in the next week or so.” 

Theseus nodded. “Good. And you can always wear high collared shirts.” 

“Do you even have high fucking collared shirts?” 

Theseus slowly smiled, lifting his gaze to the blonde’s. “Tommy, I have everything.” 

Tommy rubbed his neck. He would usually give a remark to that, but this time, he kept his mouth shut. 

“Though, it would appear strange for your clothing to suddenly change, not that you can wear any with your wings on your back—you’ll go on without a shirt until the bone has fully hardened—which I pray will happen before Wilbur almost gets assassinated.” 

“Oh, perfect, so what the hell do I do? Find a way to stand and walk and say, ‘what’s up Wilbur, ignore the bruising on my neck! No, I was not domestically assualted by a toxic partner!’.” 

Theseus scratched his chin, looking up at the ceiling, before looking back at Tommy, beaming. “A letter.” He walks over to his desk, opening the door and grabbing a stack of paper. He grabs a feather and jar of ink. “We’ll write him a letter.” He walks over to Tommy, placing the papers on the bed, in front of him.

Tommy stared down at it, before looking up at the other blonde. “Aight, the fuck am I supposed to do with this?” 

Theseus holds out the feather. “Write.” 

“Write?” Tommy responds, staring at the writing tool with contempt. “Why don’t you, you’re the most convincing Theseus with you being…Theseus and all.” 

Theseus rolled his eyes. “So it’s less confusing for you, write it, and then I’ll change it.” 

Tommy furrowed his eyebrows, shaking his head. “The fuck are you saying? You can just write shit and I’ll read it?” 

“I’m not going to hold your hand through all of this.” Theseus’s voice dropped. Tommy stilled. “Write. The. Letter.” 

Without further delay, Tommy carefully grabbed the feather from Theseus’s hand, grabbing the small jar of ink as well, dipping it into the fluid before, with trembling hands, tap it onto the paper. He looked up at the ghost. 

“You really better fix this up, cause I don’t even know cursive.” Why was this asshole so persistent on him writing the letter? 

“How uneducated are you in your world?” 

“So uneducated that we have better writing tools. And toothpaste.” 

Theseus sighed, straightening his posture and folding his arms. “Write.” 

“About what?” Tommy huffed. “I don’t know what to fucking say.” 

Theseus threw an arm out. “Anything—write about how…how you want advice for your wings. Just write.” 

So, Tommy wrote: 

Yo bro,

So, get this—I woke up with wings this morning. Yeah, seriously. Like, what the actual hell, right? I feel like a reject from a failed science experiment. But hey, at least I can now tick "become a freak of nature" off my bucket list.

Anyway, since you're already part of the wing gang, help a brother out. How do you stop your wings from looking like a hot mess? And any tips on how to avoid crashing into buildings while trying to fly like a drunk seagull?

Also, how do you deal with all the haters who stare at us like we're aliens from Area 51? Can't wait to hear your hilarious and probably slightly messed-up advice.

Catch you on the dark side,

Prince Theseus  

Tommy slammed the pen down on the bed, which probably wasn’t good because now ink is all over his sheets. 

”Done!” He hollered, making Theseus snap his head up.

The former prince slowly picked up the paper. “Why is your hand writing so wretched?” He narrowed his eyes, scanning down the page. “Is that all?” 

Tommy gave Theseus a look. “I mean what the hell do you think? You see anything else?”

Upon further inspection, Theseus crinkled the page in his hands. He slowly looked up at Tommy. 

“I’m changing everything.” 

“Could you find a way to let me down slowly?” 

About seven minutes later of the former prince literally speed-running an entire paper, he carefully passed it to Tommy, who just as slowly, grabbed it.

Tommy began to read:

My Esteemed Brother Wilbur,

It is with a sense of profound astonishment and humility that I convey to you a matter of utmost importance: I have recently been graced with the gift of wings, a phenomenon of unparalleled wonder and intrigue. As I navigate this uncharted territory of aerial existence, I find myself in need of your esteemed counsel and guidance.

In light of your distinguished expertise and experience in the realm of winged flight, I humbly beseech your wisdom on the intricacies of wing care and proficiency. Pray, enlighten me on the methods by which one may strengthen and maintain these celestial appendages, that I may navigate the skies with grace and prowess.

Furthermore, I entreat you to share your insights on the nuances of winged etiquette and comportment, particularly in the face of societal scrutiny and misunderstanding. Your guidance on navigating the complexities of perception and acceptance shall prove invaluable as I embark upon this extraordinary chapter of my existence.

In you, dear brother, I place my trust and admiration, for in your wings resides a wealth of knowledge and virtue. May your counsel serve as a beacon of light in the vast expanse of this new and remarkable journey.

With the utmost respect and gratitude,

Prince Theseus

”Damn, you made that this quick?” Tommy glanced up at the now prideful prince. 

“I told you, my education is unmatched.” 

“Okay, so, you’re cooking?” Tommy gazed over it again. “You’re cooking without a grill?” 

“I hardly understand your nonsensible sayings.” 

Tommy, eyes down, lifting his hands, making a self-made hand puppet move rapidly, mocking the dead prince. 

Suddenly, the sound of knocking sounded from the door. Theseus froze, eyes going wide. 

“Who is that?” He asked quickly.

Tommy looked up at Theseus for a moment before moving the paper under the blankets, sliding under with it. 

“Servants. They’ve been coming with three meals everyday. Don’t know if Sam or King Philza got it for me.” 

“Probably the ladder,” Theseus relaxed. “Like I’ve said, Sam would have to alert the king of topics regarding yourself. He would have to approve of the food first, of course, maybe with your wings he’s even requesting someone to test the food first.”

Tommy nodded with a sigh. “You may come in!”

A beat passed, and the door opened, revealing a short servant girl with brunette hair. She pushed in a cart with a dish on the top, covered with a silver lid—like those rolling food carts in airplanes—and behind her…Sam walked in. What’s he doing here? Tommy thought, heart rate speeding up a bit. 

“Sam,” Tommy asked, ignoring how his voice wobbled. “Why are you here?” 

The two just continued to walk in, the servant push the cart close next to the bed Tommy laid in. She gave Tommy a bow before straightening and moving for the exit, which was, weird. The servants usually wait until Tommy tells them to rise. 

Tommy slowly glanced at Sam as the maid shut the door behind her. His personal servant just stood still. 

“What’s going on?” Tommy tried again. 

Sam sighed. “His royal highness, King Philza Craft of the Sleepy Empire is on his way currently, to your chamber. He wants to discuss of your…” He dilbertly looked away. “Wings.” 

Theseus barked out a laugh.

Tommy wanted to throw up. 

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“He’s what?” Tommy shot straight up, ignoring the bolting pain coursing through his newly arrived limbs. “What—you couldn't have told me this earlier?!”

Sam’s face stayed stoic. “I have committed a unfortuante error in failing to forewarn our noble Prince Theseus of the imminent arrival of the king to his chamber. Such oversight doth warrant a humble apology and a plea for forgiveness.” He bowed, “But, prithee, let not thy heart be heavy with guilt.”

This asshole went full Shakespearean. Tommy raised a brow. “What do you mean safety? And, please, look at me.”

Sam slowly lifted himself to peer into Tommy’s—or Theseus’s—vibrant blue eyes. “The king's sudden arrival didst catch us unawares, and I did my best to confirm this with his highness in a timely fashion.”

Tommy refused to let his confusion show on his face. What the actual fuck? Why was he in suddenly so fucking...extra? Tommy glanced at Theseus. The prick can hear his thoughts, right? What the damn hell is he saying?

Theseus blinked, looking at Sam who was still yapping. Was he seriously not paying attention? 

“—Therefore, let us together seek pardon, my prince, and vow to be more vigilant and diligent in our duties henceforth.”

Theseus’s gaze darkened. “Sam never bothers to empathize his speaking skills unless under high proficient power.”

So unless the king is around? It was hard to communicate but also have to push your expression down.

“Precisely.” He smirked. “Even the other princes. I had taken it that he was just comfortable, but now do I only realize his discourteous conduct from only the viewpoint of an outsider.”

Tommy couldn't stop his scowl from forming. Well you talk like a fancy-ass royal bitch around me. Do I count as someone you're ‘respectful’ to?

Theseus’s grin grew. “Test and we shall see.”

“My prince,” Sam’s hard voice spoke through Tommy’s thoughts. “What is that on your neck?”

Tommy watched as Theseus’s expression grew sour. The blonde slowly looked over at the servant. What the hell was he supposed to even say? 

“Prince Wilbur,” Tommy said quickly. “Prince Wilbur thought I was lying about my wings.”

He’s literally a genius. Tommy really needs to not do sexy things like this; too many ladies will be lining up. 

Sam’s shocked and worry-filled expression melted into one of understanding and coldness. 

Tommy glanced at the former prince. Was this just the normal for him? He was always just pushed around by his family and people were just…okay with that?

The door knocked once. Tommy uttered a curse that had Sam raising a brow before calmly walking to the fancy-designed wooden door and- okay, scratch calmly, his fucking hands are trembling. Sam is scared. 

Tommy is royally screwed. Literally.

Sam grabbed onto the door handle and twisted it open, revealing the king, Philza, smiling with eyes just like Theseus’s glowing.

Tommy’s mouth almost dropped when the ghost’s father dark wings came out on full display. No wonder the book called him the Angle of Death. Didn’t that basically just mean Satan?

With how the book described him, Theseus’s dad was terrifying. Would Philza be his father at this point? Technically, they are biologically related. Other than that weird dynamic, Tommy had as much love for the king the love he has for the mosquito he smacked off his arm that morning. That's one similarity this world and his has. The goddamn insects.

Tommy watched as King Philza’s eyes instantly shot to his wings. Go figure—no shit he wouldn’t come here for him. 

He came to a full stop, pausing right next to Sam, who made an effort to stand behind the king.

“Technoblade told me.” King Philza was actually shocked for a change. “Wilbur too. They said you grew them. I didn't know it was possible for a boy your age to become a fledgling.”

Tommy, slowly shifted his gaze to Theseus. The fuck is a fledgling? Theseus threw him a shrug.

Tommy cleared his throat, forcing a smile. “Isn’t it great?” It’s fucking terrible, actually.

Theseus made a startled choked-sound to his statement or thoughts.

“Indeed,” King Philza continued to stare at Tommy’s sheet white wings with astonishment. He let out an exhale, slow, breathy, and—

Tommy’s eyes widened. Were those…tears in the fucking blood king’s eyes?

Tommy had to say something. Quick. Now. “My king?”—that’s what he heard servants call this big back bitchass hoe—”Are…are you…” He didn't know how to finish that. Are you okay? Are you crying? Are you fucking coo coo cachoo? Too many questions. 

King Philza, as if he never made the mournful expression, finally, finally lifted his gaze to meet Tommy’s a smile that could only be described as caring appeared on the king’s face. Tommy had the urge to look behind him to see if the asshole was looking at something else.

“Theseus, my son, my life.” Okay, this bitch has actually gone crazy. His life? Yeah, if that were the case he would've died along with Theseus! “Have I ever spoken to you about your mother?”

Tommy shifted his gaze over to Theseus, who suddenly began to stumble backward. He caught his potential fall, relaxing against the post of the bed.

Dammit, stop looking at that bitch, Tommy, deadly king in front of you right now!

Tommy stared at Theseus for a moment longer, praying for a nod or shake of the head to indicate how to respond. But, alas, nope. Theseus is trapped in his own world at the moment by the way he's just staring at the ground with wide eyes.

“N-no,” Tommy said quickly, looking the king, who now had his head tilted, with his smile more calculating than before. “I don't think you have.”

King Philza took a step forward. Another. Again. And suddenly, he was standing, towering over Tommy. But the younger blonde stood his ground. He’s not gonna back away. Nope, the king is gonna have to try to start punching him in the face for him to move.

King Philza raised his hand in the air. Looks like Tommy is about to get punched in the face, okay, well, that's cool—

Tommy couldn't repress the flinch that sent chills down his back, to his hips when Philza lightly brushed the back of his hand against Tommy’s wings.

Tommy’s gaze shot up to meet the king’s. “Wha-what are you doing?”

“Your mother,” King Philza said softly, placing his hands against Tommy’s wings, he slowly and carefully clutched the fluffy white feathers in his palm, as if it were diamonds. “Had wings like yours.”

The queen of the Sleeping Empire. The book vaguely mentioned her passing in a conversation between Wilbur and Dream. But other than that, she was never mentioned.

“The shape, color, gods—even the touch.” The king continued.

Tommy felt his heart rate beat faster than ever. He was uncomfortable. He wanted to leave. Now. Forever and ever and ever. He’s gonna need this Blues Clues, demon-looking, I spy with my little eye your wings hoe to halt right now. This bitch can just Gmail him instead. 

Suddenly, King Philza’s grip became painful. Tommy’s hands trembled and a flash of panic flooded him. Something was itching in the back of his mind. Instead of fighting or running, he wanted to collapse to his knees. He wanted to curl himself up and beg for forgiveness. 

Tommy chest rose and fell quickly. He was hyperventilating. What about fucking Philza Craft tightly holding onto his wings make him panic so much?

Tommy looked at Theseus, desperately. What do I do? Theseus, tell me what to do!

The ghost stared down at his feet, not paying attention at all. He looked hypnotized, almost, his breathing as fast as Tommy’s eyes. That worthless bowl of mud. 

“You’re hurting me,” Tommy choked out. What about saying that sprung tears to his eyes. Why was it hard to speak up? He felt a powerful presence trying to push him down, and he was seconds from cracking. “Please, please. Let me go, please.” He begged.

“How strange.” The king whispered. 

King Philza’s serious face loomed over Tommy for a few more seconds before he slowly let go of Tommy, some white feathers coming loose. A smile snapped onto his face. Tommy never had wanted to punch someone but hug them even more at the same time.

Wait. Hug? Ew! Why would you want to hug this crusty, rusty, dusty, musty old man?

Tommy stumbled backwards until he hit the frame of his bed. 

King Philza just kept on smiling. He let some broken feathers fall from his hands. Something about that made Tommy’s heart cry out in sorrow and fear.

“How strange, indeed.” King Philza continued. “Sam, leave us.”

That window to Tommy’s left was looking fine as hell at the moment. 

Sam simply bowed and quickly raised himself; he clearly got some message to hurry his ass up. Something was wrong with Philza. He never paid attention to his family before and now, suddenly this? Why did he grab onto Tommy like that? It hurt. And he never felt fear like that before. Not even when Clay was stomping the life out of his body. 

Sam shut the door behind him. And King Philza sprung forward.

Tommy almost screamed when Philza’s arms wrapped around his body, pulling him in a tight hug. Tommy felt like he was drowning. He glanced at Theseus, who—

Who…

Who is not there? Where fuck did he go!

Tommy got snapped back into reality and fingers carded through his wings, sending bolts of chills down his back again. He felt his wings flutter with protest. Even the goddman wings didn't care for this bullshit. Philza clamped his hand down tightly against the weak bone of his wing, making the blonde’s entire body go stiff. Tommy wanted to throw up. 

“Let me go,” Tommy choked. “You’re scaring me.” Tommy didn't feel a loss of pride at those words. He was just…terrified.

“How strange.” King Philza repeated for the millionth time, like can he shut up? And maybe murk himself? “That I have the impulse to hold you.” He said, “Though I’ve known not to fight against my instincts. I don't believe I've even touched you in years.”

Yikes, that's giving touch starved. No wonder Theseus is such a bitch.

Suddenly, King Philza placed his hands on Tommy’s shoulders, pushing him back so they stared at each other. 

“It’s strange as well, indeed…I think of holding you underwater, until you no longer find the strength to struggle, a dark impulse that fills me with glee.”

If Tommy wasn't frozen with fear, he would’ve darted for the door at that. 

King Philza slide his hand up to Tommy’s collarbone. “You feel so familiar…but also distant and dangerous.”

He must be confused, Tommy realized. Naturally, because I became a damn bird, he should want me to join his pack or whatever. But, birds have their family instincts, right? I must seem and look like a member of his goddamn pride—what’s a group of birds fucking called? But, I must feel different. I’m not actually Theseus. Still, how is he gonna describe how he wants to drown me with such a serious face?

His gaze shifted to Tommy’s neck, and his eyes narrowed. “What’s this?” His hand lightly brushed against the bruising on Tommy’s neck. “Someone attacked you?” His voice dropped in tone. “In such a state? Theseus, who dared?” 

“Who- Wi-Wilbur.” Tommy felt numb with fear. Why was this guy suddenly so fucking terrify? “He- he didn't think my wings were real.”

King Philza fixed Tommy’s shirt, straightening it, a soft smile on his face. He would just seem like a respectable and caring father. But his voice proved otherwise.

“How easy it is for you to speak with me the tongue of a fabricator.” 

Unlike Sam, this guy read right through him. He knows he was lying immediately. 

Tommy can't just say the truth. 

Oh, what? Your son that you had actually killed is watching us and I’m just this randomass dude pulled into this bullshit that was recently then strangled by your ghost son? Speedrun into an insane asylum. 

“I—he didn't believe me.” Tommy’s voice was so small that you'd think his thoughts accidently left his mind.

King Philza stayed silent on that, still smiling. 

Tommy was scared for his life. Tears were close to running down his face. Maybe that would help? It would certainly distract his crazy ass dude from executing him for lying.

The king simply patted Tommy on the head. “Do not fret, little one. I’m not going to hurt you.”

So, sorry. Mission already failed, Mr. Thing, his wings are still fucking screaming and shitting. And also, seriously? Little one? What is he? That fucking donkey from that what biblical movie carrying Mary?

He grabbed onto Tommy’s chin, lifting his gaze so he could meet the oppressing eyes of the king.

“However, I believe you carry some issues to sort out with Wilbur, nonetheless?” 

What is fucking wrong with this bastard? Tommy thought. Why is he suddenly acting like this? Well, obviously the wings—but what kept him all this time and then suddenly being extra and shit?

“I shall send some servants to fetch you later.” His smile too relaxed. Too casual. Something evil was in that smiled. Tommy saw it a thousand times whenever he had looked at his own father. “Do you wish to speak with your brother, Theseus?”

What choice does he have? “Yes.”

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The moment the door shut behind King Philza, Tommy dropped to his knees. They grew so weak and he didn't notice their fleeting power until then.

Tommy placed his hand lightly against his neck. He breathed slowly, his eyes wide. 

Something about that guy—fucking Philza—makes his heart explode. Even in front of the bastard, Tommy felt his heart beating in his ears and ribcage. 

He didn't know where Theseus even went to—which is, concerning but also relieving because that prick is annoying and Tommy was ten seconds from becoming a national alarm—scream and crying with snot—all the above. Which regarding his situation, with Philza telling him he was about to drown him, is fair. 

Still, Theseus—even though it’s obvious he puts on a mask—often puts his emotions on vibrate. Well, apparently besides strangling Tommy, which is also fair. Tommy would strangle Tommy too. Does that count as self-harm? 

But again, bills can't be too high for this dude, right? Tommy started to relax again. He just stared with wide eyes at the ground for about eleven seconds before literally evaporating.

Maybe he's taking time on his own self. Yeah, that sounds like Theseus—he probably just is having a spa day. Well, he better be loving himself because no one else will. Tommy smiled slightly.

Tommy sucked in air into his nose before quickly standing. That's when he realized his wings were shaking. 

Tommy grit his teeth. Other than the whole ‘I may take your life, little bro’ thing, it wasn't a big deal. I've dealt with scarier things—aka: getting beaten to death. So, why? Tommy gasped in air again. Why is my damn fucking bird limbs shaking? Other than tuat and my lungs, I’m good.

Tommy couldn't put his finger on it. Was he actually more scared than he thought he was? Because if that was the case, he's literally cooked. No—overcooked. Burned and toasted cause he's gonna have to make a lot more encounters with that power tripping hoe. 

If Theseus was here he could just tell me what the fuck is going on—with his little lessons when they were younger. Tommy placed his hands on his knees. He just couldn't get enough air. That asshole is already gone, damn. Tommy grit his teeth. Dammit, Philza, you're going on my suicide shit.

Then that brings the other issue. King Philza just forced Tommy into a damn tea party with Wilbur so they can ‘sort out’ their differences. He's gonna need a list because there's way too much shit to sort out. 

And Tommy doesn't at all have the energy to deal with another patronizing asshole. Especially around one that would certainly take advantage of his entire wings tweaking shit.

Tommy then stood up straight, placing his hands on the back of his head. When he almost passed away when running up a flight of stairs, his brother taught him that gives his lungs more air. Opens them or some shit.

A smile slowly formed on Tommy’s face. He laughed. “I’m gonna die on the spot, I think. Melt into my seat and leave this plane of existence.”

Tommy walked over to Theseus’s bed, sitting in it slowly. Everything just sucks. 

“Y’know what? No.” Tommy mumbled to himself. “I’m not gonna be so damn negative. Hannah Montana taught me to  be positive. Think of My Little Pony—use the power of friendship.” Tommy smirked. “Leaving this hellhole is impossible with Theseus and apparently a damn God on my ass.” I have to do whatever they say. Tommy sighed, slouching forward, placing his arms on his lap. After that? I have no idea what will happen to me. Because I sure as hell don't want to stay in this stressful and depressing as hell world.

He needs to start thinking of how to move forward without constantly relying on Theseus. He needs to know how to speak like these royal fucks. Because Tommy doesn't want to die. He wants to live. 

Tommy pursed his lips. In that case, I can't just make a connection with one of the royals. I need to hold them all on a leash.  I don't even know them. I don't care about them—and I’ll do whatever it takes for me to get the hell out of this shithole those pricks created.

Tommy blinked, then started laughed. “God, I sound insane. I'm already starting to lose my mind.” He dragged his hand down his face. “Goodbye Heaven, good morning hell. Fucking hell, why couldn't this have happened to literally anyone else? They didn't dodge a bullet—fucking dodged the entire Deathstar.” Tommy’s smile stayed firm, but tears filled his eyes. “And now, I’m stuck here doing this shit! Fuck you eight year old me wishing to serve in World War III than finish that one stupid project my stupid teacher gave cause now I have to deal with this stupid world inside a stupid fucking book!” Tommy was gasping by the time he was done screaming his head off.

I don't want to die. Tears began trailing down Tommy’s face. I don't want to die. I don't want to die.

Wherever Theseus had fucked off to, he apparently was still there, because as Sam escorted Tommy to go chit chat with Prince Wilbur, he didn't make any appearance. 

Tommy, obviously, changed his shirt to the first one he saw—it’s some fancy ass blue top. Better than fucking pajamas—even though they were so fucking comfortable—whatever material that was. 

But what was weird was when Tommy realized all of Theseus’s shirts had wing holes cut into the back of them—something they didn't have before. So, when the fuck did whoever the hell sneak into Tommy’s—or Theseus’s—room and upgrade—or downgrade—his clothes.

Although, Theseus did mention anything regarding him has to be brought up to the king for some fucking reason. Do they just not trust him or something? 

“My prince,” Sam spoke up, shockingly, not even looking back at him. “Are you alright?”

Well, that's not what Tommy was expecting. “Wha- yeah. Why?”

Sam hesitated. “You’ve acted differently recently. Ad your personal servant, it is just standard for me to ask.”

“Right…” Tommy looked down at the floors as they walked. “I am fine, though. Maybe just a little spacey…”

“If it is not too prying for me to ask…why are you and Prince Wilbur taking time together?”

Tommy rolled his eyes, knowing Sam can't see him. “He’s my brother, is he not?” God, he has to sound fancy, and it’s not working out.

“True, but you two have never been very…um- comparative.”

Comparative is kinda crazy. Tommy thought. “It…was under the king’s request.”

Should Tommy be even telling Sam this? Sure, he did die with Theseus before because his loyalty, but things are a little different this time around. 

Silence filled the rest of the walk, thankfully. Not thankfully, Tommy—and Sam—are walking outside into what can only be presumed as Technoblade’s garden, and in the distance, is sitting Prince Wilbur, in a chair with a small table, under a deeply shaded area. 

Cherry on top is that he looks fucking pissed.

Tommy let out a slow breath. This has to go good in order to go through with Theseus’s plan. He just needs to be impressionable on the asshole. That's fucking it, damn.

As they got closer and closer, Tommy was suddenly standing before him. He immediately bowed. That's deemed as respectful in this bullshit book, right? He's been seeing everyone do it.

A few beats of silence pass, which could be Wilbur just milking out Tommy’s submission, but whatever floats this bitch’s boat—Tommy has no problem with that.

“How’ve you been recently, brother?” Prince Wilbur’s soft voice spoke finally.

Brother. He called him brother. That's an upgrade. 

Tommy straightened himself. “Much better.” He forced himself to smile.

Tommy watched as a grin slowly spread across Prince Wilbur’s face. He then surveyed the chair across from him. 

“Do sit, then.”

Tommy quickly complied. And then that's when he realized how much his back healed. Theseus had been correct—his new bones did stabilize quickly. Compared to yesterday, he was just in constant pain, now he can do the Russian squat dance—no issues.

That's when Tommy looked what was placed before him on the table. It was a bunch of unhealthy diabetes causing foods. Whatever, Tommy supports.

“You do seem much better.” Prince Wilbur noted, looking down at the plate full of sweets in front of him.

“I was just thinking of that.”

“I want you to apologize.”

Tommy blinked. Jumped right to the gun? Fuck me.

“Um, was it about me yelling at you? A few days ago?”

Prince Wilbur glanced up at Tommy for a moment. “Yes.” He went back to fucking around with the food on his plate.

“Then, I am sorry about that. I-I guess I was just stressed. Y’know with these things and all.” Tommy stuck his thumb out behind him to motion at his wings. They even fluttered. 

Prince Wilbur stared at his wings for a moment too long before looking at his blue eyes.

“Alright.”

Well, shit. Tommy pursed his lips. That's it? Can I go now? I’m sure he doesn't really want me around for too long. This is a good start. 

Tommy stood up. “Well, if that's all, then I’ll—”

“Sit.” Prince Wilbur narrowed his eyes on the blonde. “Back down.”

Tommy slowly lowered himself. My bad, bro. He glued his eyes to his hands in his lap. Don't kill me, thanks.

“It’s truly shocking, little brother.” Prince Wilbur brought up a tea cup full of guess what it fucking is to his lips. “You act unlike yourself.”

Tommy literally said like three words to this guy. “How so?”

Prince Wilbur placed his tea cup down. “You used to take any opportunity to spend your time around anyone of us.”

Tommy lifted a shoulder. “I just don't want to be a bother.”

“My, that goal is long lost.”

Tommy really wanted to smack the shit out of this asshole. What am I supposed to say? ‘Pardon fucking me? Allow me to fucking leave?’ 

Prince Wilbur didn't even smile. He just seemed genuinely pissed. So, why keep him here, you dumb fucking fuck?

“Can I see them better?” Prince Wilbur suddenly asked.

“What?” Tommy blinked. “See what?”

“Your wings.” That wasn't a fucking request. We going to the guillotine with this one.

“Um…” Tommy glanced to his left. Yep, Sam left. He didn't even fucking notice the dumb fucker. “What if I say no?”

Prince Wilbur full-on laughed at that one. He really got the whole gang laughing with that one. 

“Yes, truly, like father said, you are unlike yourself!”

Tommy wanted to B-Hop off a mountain cause what the fuck does he mean ‘father said’? 

“I have something for you.” Prince Wilbur smiled calmly, seeming more relaxed. He dug into his pocket, carefully pulling out a fucking rag or some shit. “I made it.” Tommy believes him. 

Tommy clasped onto the rag to notice it's not just a fucking piece of toilet paper but a small quilted coaster thing. This has to be something traditional or some shit because Tommy has no idea what the fuck this bullshit is.

The blonde glanced up at Prince Wilbur, who was still smiling. “It’s homemade.”

Tommy really, really wanted to smack the shit out of him. These bruises are about to be homemade. 

“Um, thank you, Prince Wilbur.”

“Oh, please,” Prince Wilbur swatted his hand, leaning back in his chair. “It was nothing. Though, I’d appreciate you keep it safe.”

I'll keep it safe in a furnace. “Of course.” 

Prince Wilbur suddenly stood up, slamming his hands on the table. “Well, overall this was a pleasant time, Theseus, but I have other matters to attend to.”

“O-of course.” Tommy repeated.

“I think we’ll be seeing each other more often. I can help you with those new gifts.”

Tommy forced a smile. “That would be great, if you don't mind.”

“Oh, stop it.” Prince Wilbur folded his arms, stepping away from the table. “I’d love to help.”

The way the bitch glanced at him have Tommy goosebumps. 

He began to walk away, a servant that actually stayed the entire time—unlike Sam—following Wilbur away. Sam really doesn't give a shit, huh?

Tommy stared at the desserts in front of him. 

Strange. I didn't even have to give Wilbur that damn letter to keep him at arms length.

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Tommy glanced around the garden he had been forced into thanks to King Philza, surveying to intricate and beautiful flowers surrounding him. 

“Damn,” Tommy raised a brow, impressed. “This is just like the damn garden section in Ikea.” 

There were flowers of all kinds. Some recognizable from his world, others, not so much. Tommy lightly brushed his fingertips on the row of flowers, a smile slowly creeping on his face. Damn, he needs a break. That sounds perfect, actually. Off he goes to Hawaii or some tropical ass place like that. 

He glanced down at the stupid quilt thing Wilbur had given him. The hell am I supposed to do with this? Tommy thought. It had a flower-like design, the background of it mainly blue, also mixed with streaks of gold. This was definitely handcrafted, though—unless there was some magical Spinning Jenny type shit Tommy doesn’t know about. He put the quilt thing in his pocket.

“Well, I guess Wil wasn’t lying.” 

If Tommy could’ve, he probably would have flinched off this plane of existence, all the way back to his own reality. He immediately turned around, his eyes wide and all. It was Prince Technoblade, standing with his hands in his pockets of his fancy clothes that probably felt like water on him. 

“Oh, um, hey, Techno- Prince Technoblade!” Tommy wanted to run away as fast as he could, but that would probably not do any good for him. Just probably, though.

Prince Technoblade stepped forward, his head tilting to the side ever so slightly. “How are you doing?” 

“How—what?” Tommy blinked, mirroring the hoe’s motion with a step back.

“Well, the last I saw you looked as though one attempted against your life, but it appears to be true that the Gods deemed you worthy of wings.” Prince Technoblade took a step forward again. Tommy took another back. “It sure took them a while to gift them to you, don’t you think?” 

Tommy grit his teeth. Damn Technoblade and his scarily perceptive insights. 

Tommy, in turn, just shrugged. “Yeah, it is strange. Can’t admit to understanding the Gods, am I right?” 

Prince Technoblade didn’t respond to that, leaving an awkward silence. Tommy wanted to literally kick him in the shin and then run. He had to say something. He had to get close with this bastard as well.

“So, um, why are you here?”

Prince Technoblade raised a brow. “Why am I in my garden?”

Okay, I guess that does sound a little stupid. “U-um, yeah, why are you here in it, I mean. Today. Um, like—it’s a very nice garden, aye?” The entire running like EDP thing was starting to sound mighty fine to Tommy at that exact moment.

Prince Technoblade’s stoic face twitched and then a slow, small smile formed on his face. And he chuckled. Yes, the little shit chuckled, hand curled up in a ball covering his lips. 

Yikes, this sucks. “Right, well, I have to go and um—yeah.” Good excuse, Tommy. Honestly, you should be getting paid for your acting skills.

At that, Prince Technoblade’s smile dulled and his laugh wore off in replacement in a small scowl. “Oh, right.” 

Tommy almost did the entire cartoon ‘phew’ thing, wiping sweat off his forehead and all. At least Prince Technoblade understood their awkward relationship. Tommy knew he was supposed to be getting all buddy-buddy with these pricks, but it’s harder than it sounds. Especially with dry assholes like this guy. 

Nevertheless, Technoblade’s utter complaince still grew a smile onto Tommy’s face. “Right! So then, I’ll be on my way, and I’ll see you later!” Tommy turned around, walking away. He has to now find his way back to that dumb room and deal with a certain ghost who decided that milk was running low or some shit. Like, he had to have been eating cereal with water to be that desperate to leave like that. 

Damn it, I’m kinda hungry. Tommy thought. I should’ve gotten some of those desserts from that goofy ass table Wilbur and I had been at—

Suddenly, a hand wrapped around Tommy’s wrist and he was being pulled back; Tommy didn’t even have time to gasp as he was whirled around to face his ‘brother’. He pushed down his shock in turn for a forced smile that made him feel strained. 

“Is there…something you need?” Cause right now I need you to accidentally start fire in the castle that happens to murder everyone including Theseus as that stupid fire trail meets Dream to where he suffers a slow and excruciating demise. 

“I- I just…” Prince Technoblade trailed off, mouth hanging open. They stood there, staring at each other for about eleven seconds before Prince Technoblade spoke again. “Do you…want to—” he cut himself off, “Nevermind.” He let go of Tommy, looking away with a face that almost looked like…sadness or regret.

 Oh, fuck that. Send that back. Tommy does not have time for this miscommunication type shit. He has to worry about his dumbass wings, Dream, and dying, and the other royals, and Theseus, and dying, and food that’s not a fancy picnic type dessert, and dying. 

“Um, oh. O-okay.” Tommy awkwardly backed off. “Then, see you!” 

Prince Technoblade crouched to one knee, facing some flowers that seemed to be lopsided. “Yep.” 

“Alright…” Tommy turned around, now fast walking away. 

His wings had this tingling feeling in them. Half of him wanted to run away and never be seen again while the other half wanted him to turn right the fuck around and tackle Technoblade into a bear hug, which, made no sense. Cause for one, no. Alright? Just no thank you. And for two, um- why? Why would he do that? These people are blood thirsty pricks, not some fucking pack of wolves. They are not the one to trust. For real. 

Tommy wrapped his arms around his torso, slouching a bit as he walked away. He just moved toward where he had entered this damn garden. He was the exit from where he’s moving, he can find his way back somehow from there. It wasn’t like he could just turn around and go “Hey, bro! Where the sigma is my room I’ve been living in for the past sixteen-ish years located at?”. 

The moment Tommy stepped back into the castle, he saw Sam standing there, close to the wall. Tommy almost jumped back.

“Sam!” He gasped, flinching back. “What are you doing here?” 

The servant blinked, staring at Tommy with could only be described as shock; though as quick as it showed, it washed away. “I thought to give you and the prince some space.”

Tommy looked away. “Oh, really? I-I mean, thanks.”

Sam just smiled. “Shall we head back?”

Tommy nodded. “Yeah, let’s do that.” Not his best Theseus impersonation, but he’s just a little happy he won’t spend the next hour hunting down his fucking bedroom like it’s a special from Blues Clues. Real eye spy type shit. 

A few minutes later of soulless walking and Tommy desperately trying to memorize the castle’s layout to basically no avail, they reach ‘his’ room. 

Sam grabs onto the doorknob when Tommy speaks up.

“Hey, Sam, by chance…could I spend some time in here alone? Nothing personal at all, I just—“

Sam slowly let go of the door, stepping back respectfully, but he had a smile on his face. That wasn’t an absolutely shitty sign, right? 

“You needn’t explain yourself, my prince.” He bowed, rising before stepping more to the side. It was…strange how compliant Sam was being. Did the king tell him anything? Would it have something to do with the entire new limbs thing? 

Either way, Tommy just smiled back brightly. “Thank you very much, Sam!” NPC response, but golly gee gosh he’s not absolutely shitting himself at the moment because a king is pinning him with just a simple look. Sue him—he’s got the supremacy defending him anyways. Or at least he hopes, for now. 

Sam just bowed his head, his eyes fixated on the floor. Whatever, his entire fucking off thing was good enough for Tommy. Still, was he just gonna…stand there until Tommy needs him? Well, pish posh, Tommy would start doing leap frog with the king or some shit if he was paid for standing. 

Tommy grabbed onto the doorknob, twisting the door open and entering, shutting the door behind him. He leaned his back against the door, sighing as he slid down to the ground slowly like a Disney princess. Tommy is literally that guy right now. For real him. 

Tommy rubbed his eyes. Dammit, why does everybody have to be so damn confusing? I’m not Sherlock fucking Holmes, ready to solve the next mystery like some Scooby-Doo crossover episode. He moved to stand up again, his three second break is over. He needs to start planning when he’ll see Wilbur again because holy crap things are spiraling out of control. One second he’s literally trying to rip off his wings with brute force, and the next he wants to be all buddy-buddy, here comes the tickle monster, now let’s watch some Netflix together? Well, fuck him! 

It’s strange, Tommy stands, and it feels like gravity is literally trying to cuddle with him because his entire body wants to collapse. How they can switch up so easily. I have to just get ready when those bitches decide to try and take Wilbur’s wings like it’s some kind of Pokemon. 

All of a sudden, a outline shining frame of a person’s body appears, standing next to the bed. Tommy narrowed his eyes. 

“Theseus,” he recognized as the ghost’s body fully appeared—or even loaded for that matter. “Look who finally decided to show up—

Theseus’s entire body was now teleported and standing in front of Tommy. And cuts and bloody bruises was littered across the former prince’s body. His old blue coat he was wearing was gone as he just wore his now bloody white undershirt. 

Theseus grinned at him, his voice hoarse. “Sorry, I got a bit held up.” 

The ghost’s legs trembled as he then crashed to the ground, not making a noise except the dull thud echoing in the room. 

It took Tommy a moment to even process what was happening. For one, how the fuck was a ghost—a dead person—even bleeding and bruised? Second, why was this ghost even bleeding and bruised. 

Tommy had to work his throat. He couldn’t even bring himself to step forward. “What…” he swallowed, “What the fuck happened to you?” 

Theseus was now heaving as he cut Tommy a sharp glare. “I said I got a bit held up.” He repeated like it was the most perfectally understandable and well-explained response. 

Nevertheless, Tommy folded his arms, raising a brow. “A bit?” He shut his eyes. “Christ, man, how did you even get your shit rocked like this?”

“I’m fine,” Theseus wrapped an arm around his torso. There’s a reason why his white fancy ass shirt is all bloody. 

“Who could’ve even done this? You’re like Casper the Not-So-Friendly Ghost. That should make you immune.” 

Theseus gasped, every breath seemed like a struggle. “You…have no right to speak as if you know anything. How many times must I say—though our worlds may appear similar regarding different aspects, it is much more different. So, I don’t know your perception on the non-living, but just know it’s different from whatever you may be thinking.” 

Tommy took a step forward. “So you can listen and explain, huh? Good to know, because the next item of discussion is why the fuck you look like you lost a fight to Kerchak from Tarzan.” 

Theseus’s gaze drifted to Tommy’s neck. “Your bruises are gone.” 

Tommy instinctively clasped a hand against his neck, almost surprised as his fingers met the smooth fabric of the collared shirt he was wearing. “How did you know that?” 

“I have eyes,” Theseus said flatly. 

“You’re lying to me.” 

“About my eyes? I assure you, they’re quite firmly affixed to my skull—”

Tommy groaned. “This wasn’t the point.”

“The point is, indeed, pointless.” Theseus wobbled to his feet, grabbing onto the bed’s frame for support. “So, leave it.” 

Tommy placed his foot a step forward. “I’m not fucking joking, Theseus! Whatever affects you is directly related to me, so if something is harming you or—fuck—punishing you, then—”

“Dealing with you has been the horrendous and by far most punishing of all demands.”

Tommy rolled his eyes. “Come on, dude, you don’t really find me that annoying, right?”

“You think I exaggerate?” Theseus said discontentedly, “Being forced into your company ranks high on the list of the most repugnant experiences I’ve ever had.” 

Tommy stood motionless, his arms hanging limply at his sides. “You really mean that.” He said, just above a whisper. Anger came in quick. Tommy furrowed his brows, clenching his fists. “Honeslty, Theseus, what the fuck have I ever done to you? Because, I’ve been forced into your same situation, y’know—”

Coldness flashed in the ghost’s eyes and he lowered his head. “You know nothing of absolute suffrage.” 

Tommy sighed, dragging a hand down his fast. “For real, bro. Now, explain to me: What smelly, nasty, conniving mustashe twirling-type crimes have I partaken in for you to be such a dick toward me? What’s so horrible about me?”

“Are you giving me permission to insult you?”

Tommy’s face curled up in aversion. “I didn’t realize you needed permission.” 

A flat smile laid on Theseus’s face. “I thought after I’d die, nothing could hurt me again.” Theseus said slowly, staring down at the ground before him. “I thought at the very least, I’d find peace while—well, I thought I’d be able to rest.” Theseus grabbed the bottom of his shirt, lifting it with trembling hands to reveal a wound that looks like a cannon ball had shot straight through his guts. “I can’t die.” Tears were trailing down his face. “I can feel everything. I can feel pain coursing through my body. I’m stuck.” 

Theseus continued crying, but he made no noise—he just stood with tears limply trailing down his face. 

Tommy, despite his fear, despite his caution, despite his good-judgement, walked toward the crying dead prince because all of a sudden—Theseus looked all too familiar. Looked too much like a hurting child suffering the weight of consequences that are not his to bare. Being strung around constantly, by a God, used as a tool for it’s sick entertainment—was XD the one who hurt him? 

Theseus was falling apart. He has been. For years. He’s falling apart and nothing can help him. The only good that can happen for him is that fucking piece of shit XD loses intreset and fucks off, maybe even putting him out of his misery and letting him rest. 

Theseus has so many fronts, so many masks, so many pushed down emotions, that he even forgot about them. He forgets they exist, and they just sit deep inside him, and it comes out through rage episodes, which results in his insulting or hurting others. He doesn’t hate Tommy. He probably doesn’t even hate his family all that much. He hates himself. He hates himself becuase he thinks he’s unlovable. Because all of his short life, he’s only ever been used. 

“I’m sorry,” Is all Tommy says. “I wish—I wish I could make it all just go away.” 

Theseus laughed in response, but the sound was soulless. 

Tommy placed his hand softly on the other’s shoulder. “If me shoving your family far into the dirt will give you any sort of peace or validation—whatever—I’ll do it. Hell, I’ll punch the shit out of each of them right now.” 

“Shut up,” Theseus snapped, shoving Tommy’s hand away. He let his tears rest on his face, his expression dry and expressionless as if he wasn’t crying a moment before. “Did you think you were brought here against your will because I was in want of a sympathetic ear?” 

Tommy, at this, was shocked. He knew the ghost was stubborn, but holy fucking shit—Tommy isn’t trying to kill him or anything. Nevertheless, the blonde just sucked in air through his teeth, and stepped back as if Theseus were a feral and wounded animal.

“No.” He said softly. 

“And you should take care to remember that. Should you fulfill the duties you were assigned, it would be in divine deals only. I have no interest in your companionship.” 

Tommy furrowed his brows, holding his hands up in a surrender fashion. “Fucking Christ, bro. I’m not trying to marry you or anything, just showing simple human compassion.”

 
Theseus tilted his head to the side. “Well neither of us are exactly human, now are we?”

Tommy glared. This fucked smartass. “Well, I know one of us is a son of a bitch, and my mother is—well, she’s dead—but she was defintely not a German Shepherd.” 

Theseus’s gaze—somehow—darkened even more at that statement. He stared at Tommy with eyes full of…softness. A second later, a slow grin replaced the expression. 

“So, what have you been up to?”

What a dumbass fucking quesiton. But that got Tommy remembering something else. 

“Your brother, Wilbur—well, because Philza fucking Craft decided it was time to become all bonding and shit—made me sit and have some shitty tea party with him. And the asshole was tryna be all touchy, he was like ‘Can I see your wings better’ and shit. And Technoblade—fuck—he was just being all weird and all wishy washy with his ‘Can we…nevermind’ ‘Will you…nevermind’ like spit it the fuck out.”

Theseus waved his hands. “Wait, wait, I’m sorry—my father arranged you and Wilbur together…to talk?” He scoffed. “I should’ve made a deal with XD long before.”

“Long before?” Tommy raised a brow. “Long before what?” 

The ghost just rolled his eyes. “Uh, before I gave him a promise for you?” 

“Oh,” Tommy glanced to his left for a moment. “Right.” 

Tommy dug his hands into his pockets, almost flinching at feeling the soft and delicate fabric in pocket. Oh, the quilt. 

Tommy pulled it out, inspecting it again, holding it up like it’s a dirty rag. 

“How…” Theseus trailed off, voice choked.

Tommy glanced up to see the other’s face as pale as a damn whiteboard; it was the perfect canvas for an expo marker. 

Theseus continued. “How…who gave you that?”

Tommy raised an eyebrow. “What? Is it gonna explode?”

Theseus groaned, looking seconds from facepalming. “No, it’s not going to explode.” He stumbled forward, face scrunching up in pain. Theseus reached out and snatched the quilt right from Tommy’s hands.

“Why are you freaking out? It’s just a quilt.”

Theseus snapped up. “You- you have no idea what this is! And it’s not a fucking quilt!”

“Okay—oh my god—what is it?” Tommy held his hands up in a surrender fashion.

“Who gave you this?” Theseus literally screamed. “Who the hell would dare—”

“Wow. Calm down there, Satan.”

“You fucking—” Theseus took a step forward before instantly flinching back, dropping the…the whatever the fuck it is, and collapsing down to a knee. “FUCK.”

Tommy tilted his head to the side. “Are you…you need some help?”

“I need to die!” Theseus screamed.

Tommy huffed, putting his hands in his pockets again, looking away. “God, you're morbid as fuck.”

“I fear your presence inspires me.”

Tommy felt his anger sharpen. He focused a glare down at the former prince who was still panting on the ground.

“If you're so keen on dying, why not let XD do it?”

“Oh, I don't know,” Theseus said, attempting a smile. “I watched as you stared motionless as the king latched onto your shoulders. I think I prefer your creativity.” 

“Holy fuck,” Tommy covered his face with his hands. “So…I’m just gonna try and backtrack to where we fucking asked?”

“You technically did.” Theseus raised and dropped his shoulders. “You can hardly calm your nerves. It’ll ultimately lead to your death.” He waved the quilt thing. “Like this.”

“I'm trying to, but he just keeps coming at me. Like, he's sneak-dissing me right now—” 

“What? Who?” 

“That asshole, Wilbur? He gave me that fucking fuck-like quilt.” 

Theseus rolled his eyes, holding the thing up again. “It’s called a Sanctity. It marks a sign of devotion and adherence toward another. It’s only passed through the most strong connections. It bonds one to another.”

Tommy blinked once. “What?! I’m bonded to that Hill Billy?”

“Not by magic, but it’s not taken lightly. It was passed first by the gods to people thousands of years ago. It’s made exactly like this. Not even a prince is safe from execution if they forge or break the bond of something as important as this.”

Tommy felt his heart rate pick up. “What the hippopotamus? Why did he give me this?” Tommy blinked. “And again, why not let XD just kill you?” Tommy had a million questions to ask this guy. Or ghost. Or really whatever the fuck he is. “And don't you dare lie. You always misjudge me.”

“You stunning little hypocrite,” Theseus said angrily, “I might ask you the same question.”

Tommy looked at him then, rendered briefly speechless, for he did not know how to respond. It was true: most of what Tommy pieced together about Theseus had been pieced together entirely by hearsay and speculation. He turned into that one bitchass lawyer Amber Heard hired. 

Tommy hesitated, then frowned. 

“Wait,” he said suddenly, “Theseus. In the book, you tried killing your friend, Tubbo.”

Theseus’s face cleared of expression at that, his eyes going vacant and cold. “That wasn't a question,” he said. 

“Because he agreed with Dream about you, mostly. You lost hope. So, you poisoned him, and almost succeeded—until Dream had saved him. So why would you be so reluctant about killing me? You seem not afraid of death. Hell, you sound like you want to die.”

Theseus visibly swallowed. It was a moment before he spoke. “I’m quite desperate.” 

“No,” Tommy shook his head. “It doesn't make any fucking sense. There's clearly something you haven't told me.”

“There are all kinds of things I haven't told you.” 

Tommy pursed his lips. “What kind of things?”

Theseus just smiled, looking away. “When will you meet Wilbur when he is attacked?”

Tommy sighed; he didn't expect any less. “Well, I don't know the exact date, so all I can do is track when he enters Prince Technoblade’s garden.”

Theseus folded his arms. “Pray tell, how will you know such specific information?”

“Well, now I gotta ask, anyone I can hire and trust that won't go yapping to the king?”

“No one.” Theseus said almost immediately.

Tommy raised a brow. “Seriously? Nobody?”

Theseus sighed. “Yes. I then recommend you to keep his highness close. You best change your attire.”

Tommy furrowed his brows. “What? Why? What’s wrong with my clothes?”

“Well, lately the king has been very unpredictable. Therefore, only the gods know when he’ll approach you. And the day is nearing an end—you don't know if he’ll invite you to another dinner—you must prepare yourself. So dress.”

“Okay,” Tommy breathed, “There’s a problem, though.”

Theseus groaned at this. “What?”

“I'm just incapable of dressing myself. Not physically…because I know how to put on clothes. I just don't know how to put on clothes that look good. I end up looking like Ronald McDonald's blond cousin.”

“Gods, you are useless.” Theseus pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Look, dude, do you want this to work out or not?”

“Fine,” Theseus grumbled, heading to the closet, slamming it open. “Oh, gods.”

Tommy furrowed his eyebrows. “The fuck? What do you mean?”

Theseus slowly crouched down—probably because his wounds—and picked up something. He held it up. It was a…note.

Theseus opened it and read it. “Uh oh.”

“Uh oh? The fuck you mean uh oh?”

Theseus gazed up at Tommy. “We seem to have a problem.”

“Oh my fucking god.”

Chapter Text

Tommy watched as Theseus read the note over and over again. He huffed, striding toward the ghost, ignoring the lingering pain in his back. 

“You blind or something? What does it fucking say?” Tommy snatched the note from Theseus’s grip. “What is it just an embarrassing old ass note you wrote or something?” 

He read the note: 

Beware the darkness that lurks within your own hearts, for it will consume you both if you are not vigilant. Trust not in each other, for betrayal lies in every shadow. Your time is running out, and soon the choice must be made: embrace the darkness or face destruction. The path you choose will seal your fate, and there is not turning back. She who fell in love with representation of tragedy will claim your soul if you shall fail.  

That last line. The representation of tragedy bullshit. Tommy looked up at the even more pale ghost. Theseus had said that before. He used that cringe simile. Theseus flinched at the blonde’s thought and Tommy choked on a breath. 

”Oh my god, no shot!” Tommy’s eyes widened. “Did you write this?” He asked. 

Theseus snapped out of his daze, glaring at Tommy. “Now, what need would I have to write this in paper only to discover it later? Do you think I’m afraid of you?” 

“In a way, yes.” Tommy narrowed his eyes on the ghost. “Anyway, what the fuck is this? What does it mean our path will seal our fate? And our time is fucking running out? And again, who the fuck is the representation of tragedy? You know. Tell me!” 

“A…” Theseus glanced up at Tommy, visibly gulping. Tommy wouldn’t be shocked if the prick would begin to shyly press his index fingers together like the bitch he is. “A really bad person.” 

Tommy blinked, forging fake shock. “Wow! That is so damn helpful! Thank you for that!” 

Theseus shut the blonde up with a sharp glare. “I don’t know him all that much either.” 

“Him?” Tommy folded his arms. “So you’ve seen him at least?” 

Theseus slowly smiled. “Yes,” he confirmed, “I’ve seen him.” 

“I don’t think I’ve met anyone as useless as you before.” 

Theseus shrugged. “I’m trying to protect you.” 

“I think we both know,” Tommy replied, “that the only person you’ve ever protected is yourself.” 

Theseus, as usual, glared at him, but didn’t reply. Well to that comment, at least. 

“We can place that aside for now,” the ghost motioned to the note in the other’s hand. “For now, let’s just get you some clothes.” 

“I still don’t understand what’s so unfancy about the ones I wear right now.” 

Theseus glanced at Tommy from over his shoulder. “You seem not understand many things.” 

Tommy grit his teeth. “I do know you have a miserable fucking existence.” 

Theseus rolled his eyes. 

“I mean it,” Tommy pressed, “Honestly, you need more attention than you need oxygen you absolute vermin.” 

Theseus just laughed in response, gazing back to the clothes. He started moving them aside—they were on a rail that could move. This was some Clueless shit going on cause Tommy never would imagine such a large damn closet.

”Classic. Natural.” Theseus kept pushing clothes aside. “Preppy.” Tommy didn’t know if Theseus was reiterating his options or just talking out loud. Theseus then pulled out the most ugly fucking pair of pants Tommy has ever laid his eyes on. “This, maybe.” Theseus mumbled. Oh hell to the no. 

“I have philosophical objections to colored pants,” Tommy said, “So that one’s out.” 

Theseus’s lips twisted into a lazy, devil-may-care smirk. “Got any suggestions, Golden Boy?” 

“Ew,” Tommy exaggerated, “Call me that again and I think I’ll just shoot myself in the face.” 

“My, that’s not very prince-like.” 

“Good thing I’m not a fucking prince!” 

“From origin, you may be not. But now, you are. So you will act like one—or do I have to show you your place again?” 

Tommy rolled his eyes. “Jiminy Christmas what will it take for you to lower those stress levels, huh? Will I need to pull a Hotel Transylvania 3 and become a DJ—playing Macarena?” 

“Pardon?” 

“Y’know, mental health day type shit.” 

“This isn’t a game!” Theseus yelled, “This family—palace—is a twisted, broken mess. The last we need is for you to fall vicitm to my family’s wrath while you should be making them suffer!” 

Tommy, for once, shut his mouth. After a few more moments of silence, Thesesus visibly relaxed. He waved a hand to the group of clothes behind him. 

“Now, which will you choose?” 

The sun had fallen and Theseus’s family did not show up. Tommy had, indeed, told and rubbed this into Theseus face, but the ghost’s only response was ‘Better being prepared than not at all. Why kill two birds with one stone if you can kill four?’ Which was, some mafia type shit, but Tommy didn’t speak any further. 

Tommy was now laying in his bed, staring up at his ceiling. “You hate me, right?” Tommy asked, knowing the ghost was just floating in the air as if he were resting on a couch which was fucking stupid thing because there was an actual couch in the room which is probably more comfortable than air. “You’ve said it before.” 

Theseus hesitated to answer. “Why do you ask me this?” 

“Because,” Tommy slowly shifted himself upwards to look at the ghost. “You’re a pretty hateful creature.” 

“Oh, so I’m a creature now?” Theseus raised an unimpressed brow. 

Tommy shrugged. “I’m just saying, in the book, your entire life was basically a montage of your worst moments as a human displayed.”

”Oh, please,” Theseus rolled his eyes, “Spare me the speech and get to your reason.” 

“XD hates you, right? Because I’m just gonna assume all those injuries came from him.” 

To Tommy’s credit, the ghost didn’t rebuke these claims. Theseus shifted in the air which was, fucking weird. Tommy is never going to get used to this guy casually floating around like Superman. 

“Hates is a strong word,” Theseus didn’t even look at Tommy. “XD just loves us in a somewhat negative and occasionally vitriolic way.” 

“Wait, what?” Tommy’s face scruntched up in disgust. “Ew—the fuck? He, for one, loves—for two—us? The hell you mean us? I mentioned you. Not us.” 

“Alright, so he loves me in a somewhat negative and occasionally vitrolic way.” Theseus kept his face stoic. “Why must you ask?” 

Tommy shrugged, looking away. “Just making conversation.” 

“And what very pointed conversation it is, indeed.” 

“You don’t have to do all this.” Tommy said, softly. He looked down at his hands. “I won’t force you to stick around me, around those who tortured you for years.” 

“No one is forcing me to do anything—“ Theseus cut himself off, “…For the most part.” 

Tommy threw his hands up at that. “Holy Human Resources—what does that mean? The hell is XD doing to you?” 

“He hasn’t laid a finger on me.” 

Tommy didn’t really trust that, but again, this is an unfamiliar world, so he won’t quesiton it. 

“If you need help, all you have to do is ask.” Tommy settled on. 

Theseus just smiled—it didn’t quite reach his eyes, though. “Go to bed, Golden Boy.” 

“Young man, we need to talk about consent regarding names—“ 

The next morning, Tommy all but woke up screaming. His back felt it was on fire dunked in acid, dunked in a world of pain. 

Theseus ended up staying in his room the whole night—or he just came back recently—because the ghost never sticks around which also makes sense. And Tommy doesn’t despise the privacy. What he does despise, though, are these wretched limbs. 

“What the fuuuck!” Tommy screamed again, rolling off his back to try and release the pain; It didn’t work. 

Tommy barley heard Theseus shift. “Well, that’s one way to wake someone up.” 

“Why the fuck do ghosts even sleep—HOLY-“ Tommy screamed again. “Holy, holy, holy. Where’s the exit ticket holy shit. I’m about to cut these things off!” 

“Those things are gifts that you must treat with respect and care as if it your own child. You should be grateful to harbor such additions.” 

“Bitch, these things are just a constant source of agony!” Tommy was now gasping. It felt like something was stabbing his back over and over with no end. He wanted to throw up and pass out at the same time, and then it was just…gone. 

All the pain just collapsed and went away in the matter of a second, and Tommy gasped again—one out of relief this time. He was able to keep his tears in his eyes. 

A few minutes later, Tommy was able to compose himself. “What the built in alarm clock was that? I’ve never wanted to end my life more.” Tommy coughed. “Jiminy Christmas.” 

“What does that mean?” 

“Christ, you’re like a fucking teacher asking the cringe kids ‘What does Sigma gyatt Alpha Male mean?’.” 

“…What?” 

“It means holy shit.” Tommy rolled his eyes. “Oh, did I just sleep in the damn clothes you gave me yesterday?” 

“Yes, I watched you enter my bed with them on and decided to allow you to rest.” 

Tommy scoffed. “I’m hella lost in the sauce right now, bro. I get waken up in absolute agony and then it goes away ten seconds later and then you’re grilling me for existing. We need to go over that damn note.” 

Theseus stood in silence for a beat. “Maybe you should leave this room. You’ve been trapped in here long enough, and I’m sure the king doesn’t expect you to act as though you are on probation.” 

“Oh, bet.” Tommy shrugged. “These clothes are fine, I guess.” 

“You’re joking.” 

“I fucking assure you, I am not.” Tommy glared, “Why don’t you just fuck off to where ever you’ve been dilly dallying at.” 

Theseus stared at Tommy with something kin to…sadness. That didn’t make a whole lot of sense. The former prince’s face then hardened into something very kin to anger. 

Without another word, Theseus disappeared in the blink of an eye. Tommy sighed. He could go on a day without that annoying prick constantly bothering him. 

Tommy stretched and was shocked to feel his back no longer—at all—in pain. Sure, the past day, the pain was lingering, but it was manageable. This morning, he wanted to nose dive out a window, but now it’s just gone wholly. What a joke. 

While Tommy wasn’t sure if Theseus’s entire ‘Go outside, it’s good for you!’ bullshit was genuine or just a distraction from the note—which was hella suspicous—he doesn’t completely disagree with the bastard, either. This place is an entire damn castle. In a book. It’s like going to a crusty building in history at it’s peek. Though, this isn’t exactly history, but fiction, but fuck off cause this is still really exciting. 

Tommy knows now that the library is hands off, so is the garden, but he’s sure there are a lot of other things he can find. 

Opening the door, Tommy saw Sam, who was just standing outside his room, not even leaning against the wall. 

Sam furrowed his brows, gazing at Tommy. “My prince, what are you doing outside your chamber?” He took a step forward.

Tommy lifted a shoulder. “I’m bored. I just wanted to get out.” 

Sam blinked. “I see. Do you wish to go to the village?” 

“And be surrounded by a million people? No, thanks.”

Sam furrowed his brows. “Your highness, whatever do you mean? The village doesn’t have a million people but only a few thousand.”

Tommy just smiled. Does being part of a book come with being stupid as fuck? “Um, still. Not in the mood to be addressed like that.”

”The villagers hardly would dare do partake in such a spectacle—even if you may get special privileges for your title.” Sam gave Tommy a look and they both understood the unsaid.

No ones gives as much of a shit about Tommy compared to the other royals.

“I’m fine,” Tommy sighed, “I really just want to…walk around, y’know?”

“Then we shall—“

“—By myself.” Tommy said sharply. “I’d like to spend my time alone.”  

Sam gave Tommy a torn look. “A-are you sure, Prince Theseus? I can easily escort you.” 

And I’ll easily say fuck off. “No, thanks. I won’t say it again. Just…stay here.” 

Sam instantly took a step back, his face becoming expressionless. “I understand. My apologizes, your royal highness.” 

I just snapped at this guy for no reason and he’s apologizing. That’s where power gets you. He’s apologizing to me for what happened. Tommy started walking down the hall. 

Did he know where he was going? No. Was he going to stay in that horrible room for a moment later? No. Does he want to shove multiple people off a bunch of stairs. Yes. Is that relevant? No. Did he enjoy thinking that? Yes. 

As Tommy walked, he saw a door not like the others. He hesitated, standing in front of the door. This was not a good fucking idea. Last time he walked into a room, Prince Technoblade invited him to dinner, so fuck him for being on edge. 

Ugh, whatever. Tommy huffed, placing a hand on the doorknob, twisting it open. I’m a damn prince now; I can basically do what I want with little to no consequences—even if people don’t favor Theseus as much. 

Tommy walked into a grand chamber adorned with exquisite tapestries depicting scenes of mythical creatures and ancient battles. That made Tommy wonder: were these really just made up paintings of creatures or are they actually part of this world? The book was shit at world building—or Tommy just can’t read. Which both are very good reasons to why this comes to the blonde’s shock.

The room was bathed in the warm glow of flickering torches, casting a soft, ethereal light on the ornate furnishings and gilded decorations. Intricately carved wooden furniture was scattered throughout the eroom, upholstered in rich fabrics and adnorned with shimmering jewels. 

The walls were lined with shelves filled with ancient-looking tones and delicate porcelain figurines, while elaborate chandeliers hung from the ceiling, their crytsals refracting the light in a dazzling display. Tommy marveled at the frescoes painted on the ceiling, representing scenes of celestial beings and majestic birds soaring through the clouds. 

That probably had something to do with the entire royals with wings thing. That made Tommy ponder: why birds? The gods had every fucking creature at the disposal of their hands—hell, they could’ve created their own ugly-ass animal. So, why a bird? 

As he wandered further into the chamber, Tommy discovered hidden alcove filled with exotic plants and fragrant flowers, their sweet scent in the air. Who the fuck needs Prince fucking Technoblade’s garden with this shit? Nosey fucking dude constantly asking Tommy questions…

I need to avoid him for now. Tommy brushed his finger tips on the petals of one red flower. Let him cool off because he honestly just super sucks.

Tommy gazed around the room some more. He saw a grandiose marble fireplace dominating one wall, its flames casting a warm, inviting glow over the room. Tommy couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe as he explored the opulent surroundings of the room. 

Still, he probably needs to pack his bags and get the fuck out of this room; he has no idea what this all is and he can’t find himself caring. 

A door opened. “Ah,” a person said. 

“AHH!” Tommy instantly flinched, almost ripping the petals off the poor flower. “What the—“ he turned around and wish he hadn’t. 

There stood King Philza, his crown literally making Tommy blind with the shine. He’s becoming Helen Keller with this one. He wore a blue suit that literally looked like it was made out ice. The only giving that it indeed fucking isn’t is that Tommy ins’t throwing up and can’t see…everything. 

“U-uh,” Tommy took a step back. Fuck, what is HE doing here? Christ, am I supposed to bow? UHH- 

“Theseus?” King Philza placed a hand on his hip. God, he looks like Theseus right now. “I thought you were a pesky servant. What are you doing in the lobby of my office?” 

Tommy wanted to collapse to his knees at that, praying to each and every god of this stupid world. He was supposed to avoid this asshole, not walk into his damn office! No wonder everything here was so fucking fancy and extra. 

“I take it that you like my decor.” King Philza smiled. “Why are you here, my son?” 

Why aren’t you throwing me out already? Tommy had to fight to keep his expression blank. I fucked up. I should’ve dragged Sam along. I just wanted to be alone. Forgot I can’t have a life, my bad.

”Theseus?” 

Oh shit. Oh shit. He’s getting mad. SPEAK YOU FOOL. “Uh…yes?” You are really good at words, Tommy. Really. You should get a star sticker and be promoted from drooler to glue eater. 

At least King Philza wasn’t literally executing him at that, because he just raised an amused brow. “I’ve heard from Sam that you’ve been forgetting the layout of your home. Is this true, child?” 

M’kay. Where’s the damn window I can hop out of. “Um, well, this is a very l-large castle, your highness. I apologize I can’t remember all of it.”

Okay, Tommy. That was great. Except for when you sounded like you were BLAMING PHILZA CRAFT. Y’know, the most fucking powerful man in the continent? Or actually, as of now, world? There was a reason why when Dream took over this shit show he basically ruled the world like the Mary Sue he is. 

“You are, indeed, correct.” The king’s smile grew. 

Tommy was about to seriously become emo because of this. Literally going to listen to Comics by Caravan Palace and XOXO (Kisses Hugs) by 6arelyhuman and Horrormovies. They are actually low key a bop not gonna lie- okay, angry king in front of Tommy. Right. 

“My wings have been hurting lately.” The limbs fluttered at the mention, drawing King Philza’s eye. Which was, cool. Not nerve wracking at all. “I guess they’ve made me act indifferent. My apologizes, your highness.” Tommy even threw in a quick bow which just made him look like that one crackhead bitch, Twilight Sparkle, from My Little Pony. 

King Philza was still looking at his wings with a smile stuck on his face. For Tommy, it was giving that one meme: everyone look to the left, now everyone look to the right. It was giving he’s about to run away, pack his bags, and B-Hop all the way to Kansas or some shit cause no. Just…no. 

“Lately, I’ve been feeling this pressure.” Tommy did not like where this was heading. “I felt as though a stack of books were constantly upholding against my chest. But now, that you are here…all that pressure has washed away.” 

Well, what do you want me to do about that, hoe? “O-oh, well, I’m glad you feel better, your majesty.” 

“Theseus, come here.” 

“Um, fuck you?” Is what Tommy would say if he was like Theseus, a death seeking bitch for no other reason but because he didn’t get attention from his bitchass family. Oh, probably also cause they killed him, so yikes for that. Tommy swallowed and listened, walking up to the king, his heart racing. 

“Relax, my son.” King Philza smiled softly. “I won’t hurt you.” 

Like last time when you didn’t? Ripping my feathers right from my wings? 

The king didn’t do anything for a few awko-taco seconds, just staring into Tommy’s—or Theseus’s blue eyes. Then, he lifted a hand, placing it on his blond locks. 

Oh, hell nah. Tommy literally had to cosplay a dying man in order to slow his breathing and not hyperventilate into oblivion. 

The old ass man’s hand slowly slid back, grazing Tommy’s wings, which jolted. The king froze, his eyes snapping to Tommy’s. 

“I make you nervous.” He pointed out the fucking obvious. What does he want? A brownie? 

“I-I’m just not used to my wings. They feel weird when someone touches them.” Which wasn’t a lie, but not exactly the truth. Something the king obviously realized in a second. He didn’t accuse Tommy, though, just his smile becoming more doughy. 

The king brought back his hand, letting it fall limp by his hip. “Well, I apologize for becoming a bother.” 

“No- no! It’s all good—I mean, there’s nothing you should feel sorry for!” Tommy rambled, “You didn’t mean to do anything, so- so, so it’s fine.” 

King Philza just snickered. “I thought you would’ve gone to the village.” 

“I’m sorry?” 

King Philza blinked. “You didn’t forget, did you? It’s the Day of Shadows.” 

Where did Tommy hear that name before. “O-oh, yeah. I guess I forgot.” 

With a few more moments of silence, Tommy’s face turned pale. Something that didn’t go unnoticed by the king. 

“Theseus? Are you feeling alright?” 

Holy fuck. Holy fucking shit. The Day of Shadows. It was an event in the book—it was an event to celebrate the day one of the bitchass gods assisted the Sleeping Empire in a battle—casting shadows over the Esempi kingdom’s warriors, making their vision obstructed while our side cleaned them up, resulting in the collapse of that kingdom about ten years ago. Also why Dream, the crown prince of that kingdom, came here for his revenge. 

But today in the book was a perfect time for distractions. Which is why a group tried assassinating Prince Wilbur. It’s today! How can I be so stupid? Tommy grit his teeth, his thoughts absolutely flooding him.

”Theseus?” King Philza placed a hand on the blonde’s shoulder, who instantly shoved away. 

Tommy stared at the king in horror, taking a step back. “I-I didn’t…I—“ He doesn’t have time for this! “I- I have to go! Please, excuse me!” Tommy quickly bowed, turning around in a hurry and was glad to hear that the king didn’t call after him—or he was just in shock that Tommy shoved his hand away. Whatever, he’ll deal with it later. If he saves Wilbur then—

If. 

If he saves Wilbur. Because he doesn’t know if the prince is already dead. Tommy grit his teeth, pushing open the door and running out the door of the chamber dashing down the hallway. He had no idea where to go. 

Should I just find Prince Technoblade? Tommy felt his heart racing. No, that would be harder to find than his damn garden. Just find a window. 

As Tommy turned down to the next corridor, it thankfully had those large ass planes of glass some of the halls retain. He pressed his hands against the window, staring out of it. He saw the village and the commotion of flags waving around—even from where he stood in the palace. Oh, fuck that, Tommy! Keep looking! Tommy felt like crying as he continued to gaze and—

And he saw it, he saw a glimse of a fountain, which he saw last time he was at the garden with Prince Wilbur. He ran to the next—closer—window in the passageway. He pressed up against the glass and almost screamed in joy at recognizing the garden. 

Okay. Tommy continued running. I know where it is. As he turned to another hallway, he saw a flight of stairs. He smiled. From when Sam was leading me to the garden when the king forced me to speak with that brunette bundle of misery. 

Tommy almost slipped about seven times running down those stairs, but it didn’t matter, because he saw the entrance to the garden just down the hall. He just had to keep running. 

Tommy practically barreled his way out of the castle, into the garden, his feet crunching under the gravel-like dirt under his feet, looking around at flowers and expensive statues, hand crafted. Still, he couldn’t see Wilbur anywhere. 

Tommy felt his stomach drop. Am I too late? Did they rip his wings off and take his bleeding out body? 

Last time, in the book, the only reason Wilbur got away was because Theseus had created a scene near the garden—which Tommy did not do this time. So there’s nothing anyone’s attention could be drawn to.

”Wilbur?” Tommy whispered, then yelled. “Wilbur!” 

“Theseus?” Tommy almost screamed at the voice behind him. He instantly turned around to meet Prince fucking Technoblade with a bunch of roots in his arms. hat was he doing here? In the book, he had been in his library! “Why are you here?” 

“Oh…uh,” Tommy glanced around. “Well, where is Prince Wilbur?” 

“Wilbur?” Prince Technoblade raised a brow. “He’s actually on his way to see you.” 

Tommy furrowed his brows. “He what?”

The prince shrugged. “I dunno. He mentioned something about helping you get used to your wings. Didn’t really expect you to be here. Why are you in my garden again?”

“Well, I was actually…looking for Prince Wilbur- so, now that I know where he is…uh…” Tommy wrung his hands. This was all too weird. Are the assassins going to attack Prince Wilbur from inside the castle now? Tommy sighed. The entire plot with this has been fucked up because of me. 

“Theseus? What’s wrong.” Prince Technoblade asked. “You look pretty pale.” 

You look pretty ugly. “I just…I kinda rushed over here, so…” 

”Why?”

Tommy couldn’t even blink with this dude speculating him for working for fucking NASA or something, damn.

“Look, Technoblade, I—“ Tommy felt himself trip. No, he couldn’t have tripped because he was standing fucking still. So why is he now falling to his knees, hands catching him from inhaling dirt. Sharp pain. Sharp pain in his shoulder.

Tommy slowly glanced to see wood sticking out of his shoulder, his white dress shirt slowly becoming red. Blood. Blood was gushing out of his arm from where the stick was—

Not a stick. 

Not a stick.

A fucking arrow. 

Tommy’s mouth hung open and then he screamed. He screamed louder than when his wings came in. Agony coursed through him, tears flooding into his eyes. He couldn’t breathe in air. From his understanding, arrows don’t just rain from the sky. 

Tommy noticed Prince Technoblade step in front of him, even as his eyes seemed glue to the arrow in him as pain radiated from his shoulder. 

“Who are you?” His ears felt muffled. 

Who are you? Tommy lightly tapped onto the arrow’s head that was more than slightly sticking out of his shoulder, above his armpit. His breath hitched at the pain and his vision blurred drastically for a second. I’m fucking Tommy—or Theseus. I don’t even know. 

Tommy glanced up at Prince Technoblade to see he was not, at all, staring at him. Or even faced toward him. Tommy then dazingly gazed to where Prince Technoblade was looking off to. There was a group of men, all dressed in black clothes, hoodies, and long scarf-like black masks covering their faces to above their noses. 

Tommy felt his heart stop. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. The assassination scene—from the book—was still going to happen. 

But instead Prince Wilbur being the target…it was Prince Technoblade. And Theseus, probably, by the way the arrow stuck out of his arm. All he knew is he wanted out of this situation right now. The entrance to the garden isn’t that far. He needs to get his stupid arrow out of his shoulder first and foremost. 

Tommy grabbed onto the arrow, under the head, and pulled. He regretted it instantly because it felt like dynamite was set off in his shoulder as he cried out in pain again, letting out a blood curdling shriek. 

“Don’t!” Tommy felt a hand place against his good shoulder. “Don’t touch it! Leave it in! It’s the only thing stopping your insides from gushing out.” Prince Technoblade.

Tommy glanced up at Theseus’s brother, tears flowing down his face. “Well, what the fuck do you expect me to do? This shit hurts!” Oh, how he’s going to regret speaking like this later. But right now, he’s just in pain and wants to close his eyes and open them to be a million miles away from all of this. 

Shock flashed across Prince Technoblade’s face for a moment before the pink haired bastard pushed emotion down. “Can you stand?” 

“What? Do you think the arrow went through my knee? Yes, I can stand!” 

“Then stand!” Prince Technoblade yelled at him. 

“Hey!” A voice yelled at both of them, making Tommy flinch, the motion sending him curling in on himself more at the arrow shifting. “Stop talking and get on your knees!” 

Prince Technoblade turned to the group. “You hurt him. A member of the royal family. I’ll make you beg for death.” 

A voice scoffed. “What, are we supposed to be scared now? I’ll shoot that little dissapointment with no regrets right now!” 

“That’s fine,” Prince Technoblade’s grip on Tommy became tighter. “I’ll make you regret it when I rip your throat from your neck.” Chills sprung down Tommy’s spine.

Suddenly, Tommy was lifted to his feet as Prince Technoblade lifted him up. 

“Get down!” Tommy saw a man load his crossbow. 

“Technoblade!” The teen cried out. 

Prince Technoblade didn’t even have to look back to shove him and Tommy down, behind a bush as an arrow barley missed them, hairs from the top of Technoblade’s hair cutting off. 

“Holy shit—!” Tommy screamed, landing on his wings. “Ugh!” 

“You better keep up, Theseus, dammit!” 

“That’s the fucking goal.” 

Prince Technoblade grabbed onto Tommy’s wrist, suddenly running down the opposite way of the castle and further into the garden. 

“What? What are you doing?” Tommy screamed as he heard a bunch of people shout behind him. Footsteps, they were gaining. “The castle in back there, Pinkalicious!” 

“Pink-a-what?” Prince Technoblade glanced at Tommy for a moment before looking in front of him again. “I won’t risk the lives of the servants. We both know the guards are deeper within the castle where dad is.” 

“So, what? We’re just sacrificing ourselves?” 

Prince Technoblade scoffed, pulling harshly and turning to the side as another arrow zipped past them. Tommy screamed as it almost lodged directly into his neck. 

“Where is this attitude coming from?” 

Tommy scoffed, ignoring the way he felt panicked at that sentence. “I’d worry more about their attitude!” 

“For once, you say something that makes sense,” Prince Technoblade huffed. “We can lose them in the forest. We just have to keep moving.” 

“Oh, just let them shoot me.” 

Prince Technoblade’s grip tightened at that, making Tommy almost cry out in pain. 

“This arrow fucking hurts,” Tommy said, “I want it out.” 

“And we’ll take it out,” Prince Technoblade stopped suddenly, tripping Tommy over his foot and catching him before he face planted on the ground, twisting him around as he crashed against Technoblade’s chest, crouched on the ground, behind a bench. “As soon as we get further away from these guys.” 

Tommy gasped as an arrow stuck its way into the bench right in front of him.

Prince Technoblade didn’t hesitate as he flipped himself over the bench pulling the arrow out and dashing towards the closest guy to him. The guy aimed his bow at the prince. 

“Look out!” Tommy found himself yelling. 

Prince Technoblade bent his body to his left as the arrow fired, dodging it by a second, before moving up straight to parry the guys punch and stabbing the arrow into the guy’s neck. 

Tommy’s mouth hung open at the sight as the now blood stained prince pulled the arrow out, and stabbing it in again. The guy dropped limp. Tommy wanted to throw up everything he has ever eaten. 

Prince Technoblade just killed a guy in front of him. Gruesomely. The guy couldn’t even scream. For just a moment, his entire body felt numb until Prince Technoblade letting the guy, with the arrow in his neck, drop. 

Death was the entire premise in the book. But it was different actually seeing it. Tommy was frozen in shock, but forced to move as Prince Technoblade ran back toward him, grabbing onto Tommy’s wrist again, pulling him along.

“You,” Tommy gasped out, hand placed over his mouth. “Y-you just…” 

“Yeah, what?” Prince Technoblade looked at Tommy for literally 0.2 seconds, running down the garden.

Tommy glanced back to see the men in black still chasing them as another dropped to their knees, next to the dead guy. 

“You just killed that guy.” That was a dumb fucking thing to say, Tommy knew it. He should feel happy they have one less problem, but all Tommy can feel is shock. “He’s dead.” 

“Yeah, better him than us. They attacked us first, remember? You didn’t forget an arrow is sticking out your shoulder, right?” The prince said harshly. 

“N-no, but…” 

“Be quiet, and let me focus.” Prince Technoblade glanced back to yank Tommy to the side, making him miss another ticket to heaven. Or whatever is after this miserable plane of existence. 

Oh, great. So not only is a murderous group of assholes suddenly attacking him, but now this skank is. Of course. That makes sense. Like, why would Tommy ever get some goddamn peace? 

“There should be guards,” Prince Technoblade huffed, “Up ahead. We just have to keep moving into the forest. They usually patroll right on the outskirts of my garden. So don’t do anything stupid.” 

Who does this bastard think he is? “Bitch, I bet you eat your cereal out of a Stanley!” 

“You bet I what—?” 

“Don’t let me distract you, oh-so-great prince. One wrong move, it’s hastla bye-bye! So keep going, you glorified uber.” 

“I- just keep moving.” 

So, they did. Prince Technoblade pulled Tommy along, away from the group who didn’t seem tired at all. 

“Damnit,” Prince Technoblade muttered. “What the heck.” 

Tommy was starting to get tired. “What?” He gasped out, holding a hand on his shoulder to try and keep in steady so it won’t shift the arrow as much. 

“There should’ve been guards from where we were.” He said, “I don’t understand.” 

“Well, you said we’re heading toward some right?” Tommy almost tripped to be pulled back up by the prince. “Plus, these pricks probably killed the guards.” 

“About five minutes from the nearest guard. They should be in the forest, because I don’t see any from here.” 

“Oh, my god. I can barley keep running!” Tommy shouted. “Let’s just hide behind a rock or something.” 

“Or, let’s not and try to survive. I’m pretty sure they’d realize if we suddenly move ourselves behind a rock.” 

“How about I’ll hit you in the head with a rock, will that be better?” 

“Seeing as I’ve had to keep you from tripping multiple times, that would not, at all, be better.” 

There was a strange noise behind them. Tommy felt sweat drip down his face. He glancd back and wanted to start screaming all over again. 

“Oh, we’re dead! We’re gonna die!” 

Prince Technoblade didn’t, again, have to turn around to see what’s happening. “They have horses now, too. Hurry.” 

“Are you insane?” Tommy asked hysterically, “Are you fucking nuts? We can’t outrun no horses on our damn feet! We’re overcooked!” 

“We just have to keep moving, if we hurry, we can get there in time.” 

“Bitch, get where? You said it yourself, you don’t know where the fuck we’re going! And now we have horses on our asses too! Nationwide isn’t even on our side!” 

“I haven’t a clue what you’re talking about.” 

Tommy screamed in pain as Prince Technoblade made a rough turn toward the forest; Tommy can see the vast amount of trees now, right over a hill. 

“The guy who shot me sucks!”

“He was just an average man.” Prince Technoblade said. 

“So we just have to go over that hill and we’re safe, yeah?” Tommy heard voices behind him telling them to stop. Yeah, like that will work. 

“Yeah, there’s a little wooden fence we’ll have to jump over, though.”

”Alright, so this is the story on how I became legal—“

“Shut up,” Prince Technoblade snapped.

“It was just a joke.” 

“Then be funnier.” 

Tommy saw the fence coming up. That shit…is not little! He can’t jump over something his height! “We’re dead. Or I am. I can’t just over that.” 

“Don’t say that!” Prince Technoblade yelled as they approached the death trap of a fence. “You have to try!” 

“Nope. It’s over. Peace out, girl scout.” 

“Damnit, Theseus…” He paused them at the fence, grabbing onto Tommy by the hips before lunging him over the fence. Tommy didn’t have time to scream before he landed on his bad side, the jolting to the side, opening up more of the wound. Tommy’s world turned black for a moment before he realized he was being dragged to his feet. He literally passed out for like a second and is already needing to run. 

“Techno- Technoblade,” Tommy gasped as they ran up the hill, the prince had a tight grip on Tommy’s hand. “I ca- can’t…everything is blurry…”

Prince Technoblade didn’t stop pulling him up the hill, but did look back with an expression that can only be described as worry. “You’re losing too much blood. The arrow isn’t even helping stopping all that blood. We need to get it out of you and use something else to fill that hole.” 

Hole? Tommy glanced down to his left shoulder to see a gaping gap in it. Tommy’s legs grew weak and he almost passed out again. He looked back to see the horse leaping over the fence. 

“They’re right behind us,” Tommy yelled, “Can’t you go any faster?” 

“Can’t you?” Prince Technoblade yelled back. “As described with your words, an arrow in your shoulder doesn’t affect your legs.” 

“Boy, was I wrong. I feel weak as shit.” 

“Please, keep going.” Prince Technoblade basically begged as they went over the hill, dashing into the forest. 

There wasn’t a guard like the prince said. There was no one. Only—

“I heard something!” Prince Technoblade said, pulling Tommy along over a fallen tree, past a rock and— 

“Oh,” Tommy watched as a rabbit skipping a bush.

Prince Technoblade stopped moving. “I don’t get it…” he whispered, “They’re always here.” 

A second later, they were surrounded. Well, not actually. But the men dressed in black had reached them and had every weapon pointed at them. 

Tommy felt his voice caught, but he had to say something—reason with them. “You don’t have to do this.” 

A guy, with a sword laughed. “You wings are gifted by the gods. Imagine the money that we could have with such beatiful things. Especially you, Prince Theseus. I didn’t even know you had wings until just now.” 

Prince Technoblade grit his teeth. “Where are the guards?!” 

Tommy glanced at Theseus’s brother. “Technoblade, I think the department of defense we need here are the guards of cringe because Jiminy Christmas, holy kanoly. He tried a ‘facts, don’t care about your feelings’ moment there.” 

“You useless little shit,” the guy said lowly, “You’re just an obnoxious brat that’s better off dead!” 

“What kind of projection skills are this? Holy insecurity. All I did was co-exist and you genuine clout cashers tried to take advantage of that.” Tommy saw Prince Technoblade press down a smile. 

“Theseus, get behind me.” 

“Don’t mind if I do.” Tommy hopped behind the human meat shield. 

“This is your last chance. Stand. Down.” Prince Technoblade tilted his head down, his entire demeanor radiating danger. A few guys even took a step back. 

“No, Prince Technoblade. This is your last chance. Get down on your knees and we’ll give you and the kid a painless death.” 

Prince Technoblade sighed, tucking some of his hair behind his ear. “When will the duration end when I must soak in the blood of my enemies before I am finally clean?” 

Tommy raised an unimpressed brow. “Have you tried water?” 

Prince Technoblade, like the badass Blood God he is, with no weapon, lunged forward. And the group of assassins after. 

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Technoblade, with lightening speed, ducked and weaved through the oncoming attackers, dodging their vicious strikes with the agility of a seasoned warrior. He promptly charged the attacker with the crossbow—in the back. 

Tommy raised his eyebrows. That makes sense to get rid of that guy first. But still—just to run straight through them? Bro is literally Him with that one. 

Technoblade punched the crossbow guy right in the eye, making the assassin pass out quickly. Damn, this guy is literally that ugly and bitchass beast dude from Beauty and the Beast. 

“Theseus, stand back!” Prince Technoblade shouted, his eyes scanning the four guys left before him. 

Tommy was now separated from Technoblade thanks to his literally hitting-the-crossbow-guy-move. 

Technoblade, spotting a thick and large stick on the ground, lunged for it to fend off the assassin currently charging him. Prince Technoblade gritted his teeth, allowing the guy’s sword to cut straight through the stick. The guy’s force made the blade slam onto the ground. Taking advantage of this, Technoblade reared his elbow back before smashing it into the assassin’s head; he landed against the ground with a dull thunk.

The assassins took a step back from the prince, leading Tommy to do the same, away from them. 

A guy twirled his sword in hand. “You truly are a force to be reckoned with, my prince,” he said, his voice filled with admiration and amusement. “I apologize we must treat you with such brutality.” 

Prince Technoblade picked up the unconscious man’s discarded sword, slowly running his fingertip up the blade. “Indeed, this is quite dull.” 

“You bastard,” another guy spat out, “You royal assholes think you’re always so above the rest of us! I’ll teach you a damn lesson!” 

“Wait, no!” Tommy shouted. Technoblade had to seriously 4v1 these pricks? He might as well distract some. “How about we all just fuck off as collective group, aye? Cause we all know Prince Technoblade can’t be stifled with easily. I swear, right now, you are all just sentient punching bags with a pulse. But somehow you all have even less of a personality than a punching bag would with your standard ‘we’re so unpriviledged and you aren’t too! Fuck you!’. Like, bro, you’re seriously about to 50v1 him?”

The assassins stared back at him.

”What?” One said, “You’re supposed to be a prince? The rumors said you were not even blood-son of King Philza Craft.”

Tommy thew his hands out. “Buddy, what? That is the most stupid thing I’ve ever heard. Look at how I look! Look at the fucking wings.” 

“When did that kid get wings?” 

Another smirked. “Who cares? More money for us.” 

“Oh, come on! Can’t we all just chill? We can have a latte!” Tommy let his expression fall stiff. “Seriously, who told you this would work out for you? You’re telling me, in your delusional mind, the brain parasites told you that chopping off our wings will do you any good? Little bro, you’re about to be hunted down for life. Real Sharks and Minnows type shit—you pick up what I’m putting down?” 

“Theseus,” Prince Technoblade’s rough voice spoke lowly—his body motionless as he clutched onto the ‘dull’ sword. “You don’t need to stall for me,” a small smile grew on his face, “I’ll still crush them.”

Chills literally bolted up Tommy’s spine. That shit was literally so badass. Bro is literally Miley Cyrus.

”You cocky piece of—“ The assassins turned around, “Kill him!” 

“Beat their asses, Technoblade! The blade is for real symbolic right now!” Tommy shouted as the attackers lunged at him; the teen couldn’t help but feel worried for Theseus’s brother; if he’s fucked, Tommy is fucked. 

Prince Technoblade merely nodded, his gaze steely and unwavering. “Never underestimate the power of a man defending those he protects.” His words a solemn reminder of his indolmitable spirit. 

Well, I guess he is kinda forced to protect me—wtih being royalty and all. I’m sure politics would go crazy if I suddenly die from assassins—it will surely show weakness in the empire. Tommy took a step forward. Maybe I can help him somehow—

”Stay back, Theseus!” Prince Technoblade growled, his voice dripping with authority, stopping Tommy mid-step. “I will handle this.” 

Tommy doesn’t know if that was a cool or cringe. It’s giving, ‘Remember me for who I was, not for who I became!’. 

With a primal roar, an assassin dashed forward, unleashing a flurry of blows, using his sword so hatefully Tommy would think he’s part of CaseOh’s chat. 

Prince Technoblade scoffed at the attempt, blocking each strike before returning his own, slamming his sword down on the assassin’s making his arm tremble with effort. Prince Technoblade slowly slid his sword up the other’s blade before quickly slashing up, sending the assassin forward; Technoblade raised his sword, stabbing it into the guy’s spine.

The other assassins reeled back in shock. 

Blood stained the ground as the prince’s sword found its mark, striking true with deadly accuracy. 

One by one, the assassins fell before Prince Technoblade’s relentless onslaught, their bodies crumbling to the ground in a twisted heap. Breathing heavily, the prince stood victorious, his chest heaving with excitment though his expression stayed blank and almost dazed.

“Holy shit,” Tommy whispered, his own heart slamming against his chest. “That was fucking amazing. And horrible. And also morbid—but strangley satisfying.” 

“That, Theseus, was victory.” Prince Technoblade pushed his hair out of his face. “And look it, we have one still alive to question.” He motioned toward the archer, who he simply punched and the dude immediately crumbled—shit has got to be so embarassing. 

“Um, pretty sure you didn’t kill a few other guys.” Tommy raised a brow. “Shockingly.” 

“Yeah,” Technoblade smirked, the expression making Tommy freeze completely. “But I’d rather keep him alive for an interrogation.” 

Tommy huffed. What type of ‘I was bought by BTS’ type shit is this? Bro is not y/n. 

Tommy’s vision started to blur, the world around him spun; he felt himself growing weaker by the second. The arrow, Tommy realized, I’ve lost too much blood—fuck…

Tommy’s legs trembled and suddenly gave out, making him collapse to the ground. In his haze, he faintly heard Technoblade calling his name. Just looking up to see the prince’s paniced expression took a lot of energy. Speaking of which, Tommy hadn’t ever seen Prince Technoblade like this. Such an expression wasn’t even described in the book.

Tommy watched silently as Technoblade dropped to a knee, and, with shaking hands, he ripped a piece of cloth from his shirt before carefully grabbing onto the arrow, so softly Tommy didn’t even flinch in pain. 

Then, the prince ripped the arrow out and Tommy fell onto his back, his vision going in and out; he didn’t even scream. 

Technoblade wordlessly ppressed the cloth against his wound, trying to staunch the flow of blood. His movements were frantic, his eyes filled with concern which was not good. If Prince Technoblade—the guy who refused to make an expression in a fight against hateful assassins looked scared, then oh shit, Tommy is already dead. 

“Stay with me, Theseus,” Prince Technoblade urged, staring into Tommy’s eyes. “You’re going to be fine, just hold on.” 

Was he dying? Why was the prince acting like this? 

Tommy tried focusing on the prince’s face. He couldn’t close his eyes. He couldn’t…but it felt so right. Maybe he could just shut his eyes for a bit…

”Don’t you dare!” Prince Technoblade shouted, the cloth driving deeper into Tommy’s wound, making the teen’s eyes blow wide. He realized he’d been talking out loud, and he couldn’t tell if the entire fucking shoulder cloth shove thing was on purpose or not to keep him awake.

Tommy then started laughing, giggling as he clutched onto the prince for dear life. 

“Why the heck are you laughing?” Prince Technoblade asked incredulously. 

“Because it’s the only thing stopping me from crying!” Tommy screamed, leaning forward with effort before keeling over again. “Fuck, I told you we had to tend to this sooner?” 

Prince Technoblade just raised an unimpressed brow, still holding the cloth on the bloody wound. “When? We were kinda being attacked.” 

“Yeah, and I was kinda being ascended from the human releam.” Tommy stared up at the trees. They looked mystical and powerful. He hadn’t got to appreciate this world before because all the shit going on. But it was truly beautiful. He hopes someday he can just admire everything this world had to offer. 

“Theseus, don’t—“ 

“Bro, I’m not gonna shut my eyes!” Tommy snapped, glancing at the prince. “I’m just staring at the damn trees! What, I can’t admire the trees now? Who do you think you are? The Lorax? Fuck off.” 

Prince Technoblade scoffed, looking away. “I can’t stand this new attitude of yours.” 

“Then sit.” 

Prince Technoblade then stayed silent, furrowing his brows as he stared at the bodies of the assassins. 

Tommy sighed. He needed to keep himself awake, anyway. “What are you doing?” 

Prince Technoblade slowly blinked, shifting his gaze to the blonde. “Just wondering about what they were talking about.” 

“That’s why we got ears, you know.” 

Prince Technoblade just raised his eyebrows. “Oh, really? And here I thought we got ears for decoration. Silly me.” 

“Okay, now I don’t apperciate your fucking attitude, bitch.” 

Prince Technoblade didn’t grace that with a direct response. “We have to get out of here. We don’t know if more are coming, and we’re vulnerable with you here dying like this.” 

“Jeez, my bad. That archer guy literally has aim bot. Like, he for real sniped me from across the map. Didn’t know my hit box was that prominent, like damn…”

“Yeah, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

“Not my fault you have the iq of a room’s temperature.” 

“Can you stand?” Prince Technoblade got earnest. 

“Um, I don’t know. I lost a lot of blood.” 

“Press this against your wound and try.” Prince Technoblade glanced down at the cloth that was now soaking with blood. 

Tommy, with shaking fingers, pressed it against his wound, biting his lip.

”Relax. You don’t have to hold it so tight against your wound—I think most of the bleeding passed when we were running—which is why you felt light headed and collapsed.” 

“Okay,” Tommy muttered, “hold on.” He gasped, relaxing his hold on the cloth. After a few more breaths, he stood up. He wobbled for a moment before his face suddenly felt really hot, his vision became white at the corners; he dropped down to his knees. 

“So, that’s a no,” Prince Technoblade huffed, shoving his hair over his shoulder. “You’re going to be fine, understand?”

“I understand your hair is fucking pink.” Tommy gasped. 

“I actually knew that—thank you for noticing.” 

“You aren’t My Little Pony, you’re My Little Phony. And that shit is choice.” 

Prince Technoblade looked stunned for a moment. “Bro, you literally have wings that look like two rolls of bandages.” 

“Bitch, I know you got fleas in yours. Musty ass wings—at least now it’ll warn people to stay the fuck away.” 

“At least now your shoulder matches your soul.” 

“What the fuck.” 

“I’m going to carry you on my back.” 

“I think I’d rather die.” 

“Well, you will if you keep whatever this is up.” Prince Technoblade stood up. He held out his hand for Tommy to grab, who, in fact, didn’t. 

“Uh, sir, your hand looks crusty as shit—I refuse to grab hold of you and your diseases.” 

“Come on.” 

“No. That’s game.” 

“It’s not that bad.” 

“GG, chat. You sold.” 

“You’re bleeding out.” 

“G-fucking-G, bro.” 

Prince Technoblade narrowed his eyes on Tommy. “Theseus, you’ve been acting all but indifferent to yourself recently. With the library, to the dinner, your wings, and now this.” He raised a brow, “Did you assume I was going to ignore it? Primarily, I cannot—because our different status.” 

“Differet status?” Tommy clenched his fists. “We’re both princes, are we not? Fucker, you think you’re so above me? All of you do. Do you think I’d let you get away with making his- my life hell for years, huh? All because some gods never gifted me shit? How about I gift you with a sword in your gut, aye? Will that make us the same status because all you’ve done is kill people, bastard!”

Prince Technoblade’s shoulders relaxed; his gaze became soft. “Theseus, it isn’t like that. I’m older than you and a general. Of course we’d be at separate statuses.” 

Tommy raised a brow. “Why do you think you have your rank, huh? You fucking overpowered Rei look alike? Because you have had wings and I didn’t—so I was discriminated against for not being Crane from Kung Fu Panda.” 

“And this is also what confuses me. What is this new vocabulary? Who is Crane?” 

The younger’s anger was shoved aside as he tried desperately not to start laughing. “Bro, you’re built like a pink Starburst.” 

Prince Technoblade raised unimpressed eyebrows. “And I guess you’re built like the sun.” 

Tommy choked on his spit. Is this bastard seriously playing along like he wasn’t just accusing Tommy? “Did you just call me blond and fat at the same time?” 

Prince Technoblade just smirked. “Grab my hand.” 

Prince Technoblade walked into the castle, Tommy on his back. 

A couple guards saw them as they walked down the hall—presumably to healers or King Philza. 

“Your highness, what—“ One started before getting cut off as if he were waiting in a school lunch line. 

“Assassins attacked,” Prince Technoblade barley glanced at them. “Alert the king. I’m bringing Prince Theseus to the infirmary.” 

The other guard reached out. “I can take him, your majesty—“ 

“Don’t,” Prince Technoblade fully turned to face the guard who was now frozen. “Touch him.”

Tommy felt goosebumps form on his arms. Bro thinks he’s King Kong with this one. 

The guard basically jumped back, bowing. “Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.” 

Sir? Tommy thought, I guess that makes sense, like he and the book said, he is a general to the guards.

Prince Technoblade didn’t respond as he just turned and continued walking; the guards ran the other direction, down the hall. Tommy decided to keep his mouth shut. 

Prince Technoblade opened a door suddenly, shocking Tommy as they walked in. 

The room was built like a infirmary—it was also empty as shit. 

“Is this the infirmary?” Tommy asked. 

“Yep,” Prince Technoblade said. 

Niki stood in the room, pouring some come of substance into a beaker like a damn Chemist or some bullshit. She circled around with furrowed eyebrows before they raised in shock. 

“My- your highnesses?”

”Prince Theseus is wounded. An arrow in his shoulder.” 

Niki nodded once, placing down her beakers. She rushed to a cabinet, pointing to a fluffy bed. “Place him there.” 

Prince Technoblade didn’t respond as he walked to the bed, helping him down on it. Sitting down, Tommy realized just how light headed he is. 

“Theseus,” Prince Technoblade tapped Tommy’s face, voice tender. “Keep your eyes open.” 

Tommy just huffed, brushing the prince’s hand away. “I don’t feel good.” 

“Niki, hurry up!” Prince Technoblade grit his teeth.

“Patience is a virtue.” Niki responsed, voice slightly distant. 

“He’s slowly bleeding out—I can’t see the contribution that would supply me with.” 

Tommy furrowed his eyebrows. They’re speaking so casually. 

Niki let out a shaky breath as she grabbed something a couple things from the cabinet. She rushed over to Tommy. 

Prince Technoblade glanced at the supplies she held. “Where’s the health potion?” 

“I was brewing some new ones over there…” She motioned to the beakers she had picked up earlier. 

“What?” Prince Technoblade shouted, “Why weren’t those prepared?” 

“I was preparing them. I can’t prepare them for preparation. There’s only one time I can prepare them!” She slowly moved the cloth off Tommy had been holding against his wound—it was soaked in blood and she had to basically peal it off. “Put this on it.” She gave Technoblade a higher quality cloth. 

He followed her instructions withoiut a fuss. 

“Dear gods, look how tired he looks. The wound needs to be closed now.”

”How do we close it without a healing pot?” 

“Life isn’t all about potions, my prince,” she huffed, “We may have to use fire.” 

No. Way. Tommy felt his heart rate pick up. They want to do that old ass method and literally melt my skin together. No, no, no. 

Prince Technoblade seemed to read Tommy’s distraught. “Can’t we just sew it or something?” 

“There’s not enough time.” 

“Do we at least have weakness to numb the pain with?” 

“Yeah,” she nodded once, “In that cabinet over there. Quickly, grab it.” She also shifted toward a fireplace in the room, grabbing an iron rod and sticking it in the flames. Technoblad went rummaging through the cabinet Niki gestured to. 

Holy shit. Tommy wanted to throw up. Is this really happening right now? Where’s the exit button? Pause, pause, pause. Can’t we turn this into a Morgz challenge video and pause? 

Technoblade grabbed the potion and ran to Tommy. He shifted a hand the blonde’s back, under his wings, moving him up and bringing the bottle to his lips. “Drink this. It’ll help.” 

“Can you help me by shutting up?” Tommy grabbed the bottle, chugging it down in one sitting. 

Technoblade let out an amused sound before his expression fell hard and sour at Niki approaching with a fucking red iron stick. 

“Oh, fuck.” Tommy choked out, “Wait, I’m not ready.” 

“You won’t ever be, I think.” Niki’s expression fell soft. “Techoblade, can you hold him down? This is gonna hurt.” 

“I’m not sure if the potion has fully entered his system.” Prince Technoblade carefully grabbed onto Tommy’s good arm. He moved the cloth off the blond’s wound. 

“We don’t have time. He’s already making this bed soaking in blood. Please, close your eyes, my prince.” 

Tommy glanced at the iron stick for a moment before sucking in a deep breath, shutting his eyes, trembling. He felt a hand brush his bangs out of his face. 

There was a moment of silence. Tommy felt something place on his wound. There was a sizzling sound that drawed out for a few seconds before it felt like dynamite exploded in his shoulder. 

Tommy instantly fell limp and his world paused. Tommy distantly heard a door slamming open before he slipped fully.

Tommy did not expect himself to wake up to find himself being shaken like a rag doll. His vision slowly gaze in for him to just see Theseus screaming at him to ‘wake the fuck up’.

Tommy grit his teeth as his world became more clear; he grabbed onto Theseus’s wrists. 

“Ugh,” he groaned, “Stop.” 

“Tommy, gods and heaven! You wouldn’t wake up no matter what I’d do! I-I thought you were dead!” Theseus was grabbing onto Tommy with so much strength, the blond tsked in pain.

”Okay, well, I’m fine see.” Tommy forced himself to smile at the ghost. He glanced down to his shoulder. His wound should’ve ripped and be bleeding through this white silky shirt he has on him because Theseus’s rough actions. “I don’t even feel any pain…” Tommy muttered. 

Theseus raised a brow, still not letting go of Tommy. “What are you talking about?” 

Tommy just shook his head; he didn’t feel like explaining everything at the moment. He just woke up and he feels tired and confused as shit.

Theseus just continued pressing the matter. “What the hell are you doing sleeping in the middle of the day like this? Are you truly this small-minded it doesn’t even make sense to you that other matters may be more important.” 

“See, you’re doing this thing again where you won’t shut up, and I’m gonna start breaking shit if it continues. Thank you.” 

“I spoke mutliple times for you to rise, and your body compelled you to sleep.” His brows furrowed. “Have you not been getting sleep, Tommy?” 

“Uh, no I have, but—“ 

“But what?”

Tommy stared at his with exaggerated wide eyes, mouth hanging open for a second. “See, usually, in a conversation, one person talks, and then the other person—but right now you’re doing something called ‘being a fucking obnoxious asshole’ and I can’t say shit. Like, okay, I get its suspicous as fuck I’m just low key turning into that one bitch, Sleeping Beauty, but chill, okay?” 

Theseus, with iron grip, slammed Tommy down again onto his back. “Answer me.” 

“Okay!” Tommy let go of Theseus, raising surrender-like hands. “Control freak, much? Gosh. My bad.” 

Theseus, eyes still pointed, slowly released Tommy; he elevated himself, floating and backing out of Tommy’s space, off the bed.

The blond slowly raised himself again, staring at Theseus, who gazed back at him expectantly. Tommy sighed, grabbing the bottom of his shirt before pulling it up, over his head.

”What are you doing? Have you gone mad?” Theseus’s voice sounded baffled, which, makes sense. 

“Just wait.” Tommy threw his shirt to the side. “Let me cook.” He pointed at his shoulder. “Look, so…” Tommy paused. 

Okay, he blinked down at his ‘bad’ shoulder. What the fuck. There was no fucking wound there—not even a scar—fucking nothing.

Theseus floated a little closer to Tommy before slowly letting himself fall until his elbows laid upon the bed, the rest of the ghost’s body hidden from view. He let his palm hold his head up.

”You were expecting something,” Theseus mused, “What?” 

Tommy stared at the ghost for a moment longer. “I- today was the day when Prince Wilbur gets attacked. The Day of Shadows.” 

Theseus instantly stood up, his entire demeanor suddenly serious.

Tommy continued. “So, I did get to the garden in time. One problem, it wasn’t Wilbur who got attacked—because the bitch was making his way toward me for some dumbass reason—it was Prince Technoblade and I. And the reason I was fucking sleeping? Well, only because I was shot with a fucking arrow in my damn shoulder and had to infuse my skin together while I was still awake to stop my freaking bleeding as if I’m some chick on Birth Control, so obviously, I got knocked the fuck out, and I wake up here—in my- or your room—with you shaking me like a damn rag doll.” Tommy was out of breath by the time he was done. “Period.” He threw in, because life is about balance, and somtimes serious needs to be mixed with cringe. 

Theseus blinked once. Then twice. He tilted his head to the side, staring at Tommy’s shoulder. “Well- uh. It looks like you got a healing potion.” 

“Yeah, Niki was just starting to brew those when Prince Technoblade and I barreled in.” Tommy shrugged. “I remember reading about them in the book. They’re pretty self explanatory, right?” 

“Yes, there is also much others like Weakness.” 

“No shit, dog, that’s what they gave me to numb the pain of fire closing my wound.” 

“Well, you said it like a question.” 

“Well, you said that like a true bitch.” Nice, Tommy. “Did anyone come in while I was out of it?” 

Theseus gave Tommy a look. “Would I had been questioning you if they had?” 

“Damn, so I was just here alone? Makes sense, but still—I got the shit shot out of me.” 

Theseus’s expression eased. “Welcome to my world, Golden Boy.” 

Tommy offered Theseus a small smile in turn. “I’m gonna need to find you a nickname, too.” 

Theseus blinked his way into a dry look, tone all the same. “Pardon?” 

“How about The Flying Dutchman? Nah, that shit is too long.” Tommy smirked, “Maybe Squirt. I can be like: Hey, slow your float there, Squirt. Or Cotton headed ninny muggins—no, too long. I’d have to abbreviate it.” 

Theseus’s expression betrayed him as a smile slowly cracked on his face. He desperately fought for a neutral look, making Tommy giggle. Theseus stared at Tommy with a blank face with a smile, as if he were shocked or inspired by Tommy’s free emotions.

”What, you don’t like any of those?” Tommy grinned at the ghost. “Something less obvious? How about Eus. Or Thes.” 

Theseus’s face instantly melted, his expression hardening, making Tommy freeze. The former prince looked away. 

Tommy reached out for the ghost. “Hey, what’s wrong—?” 

Theseus instantly slapped Tommy’s hand away. “Don’t touch me.” He said coldly.

Tommy wrapped his fingers around his throbbing hand, staring at the former prince with wide eyes. What the fuck happened? It was the nickname—obviously—but what about it made Theseus have such a strong reaction? Did one of those ugly rat-faced royals call him that? 

“You can talk to me, Theseus,” Tommy said, “I’m not going to judge you.” 

Theseus still refused to look at Tommy. “Truly, you must find other hobbies more interesting excluding patronizing me.” 

Tommy panicked a bit. “No, that’s not what I was trying to do!” 

Theseus wrapped his arms around himself, moving further back, away from the blond. Tommy felt his heart sting at the gesture. But, then again, it’s not like the two were best friends. Though, Tommy was still allowed to feel sympathy—and maybe offence. What was Tommy going to do to a dead person? Kill him? That shit is stupider than the Skippidy Toilet franchize.

The door was suddenly knocked on. 

Tommy glanced at Theseus again, who was—of fucking course—gone. The bitch just vanished. ‘And for my next trick’ looking ass dude.

What the hell is wrong with him? Tommy clenched his fists, turning his attention on the door.

The door began to open then—which didn’t make sense—usually, workers waited for Tommy’s okay to enter—and the blonde definitely didn’t choke on his spit. 

The door fully opened, revealed King Philza who stared at Tommy with a blank look.

Oh, well, that makes sense. Tommy thought. 

“Oh,” the King said, expression relaxing. “I didn’t expect to see you awake so soon.” 

Tommy willed himself to smile back. “Your highness,” he thought for a second, “why have you decided to grace me with your presence?” Damn, Tommy was really getting better at this. He’s literally cooking. Sizzle sizzle. 

King Philza smiled wider. “Do I need a specific reason to visit my injuried son?” 

Yes, if you never fucking do. “Oh, well I thank you for your…concern. But I’m all fine, see.” Tommy gestured to his shoulder. “All thanks to Niki!” Yikes, that was pretty bad, but beggars can’t be choosers. 

King Philza didn’t respond for a second too long—stared at Tommy for a second too long. 

“Y-your higness?” Tommy kept his attention glued to the king—even his wings riffled up with anticipation. 

King Philza compelled himself to stare at Tommy in the eye.” I apologize, Theseus. I guess my instincts don’t exactly apperciate the thought of you being harmed, so I’m glad to find you alright.” 

Tommy bit his lip. I know I was just complaining about no one coming—but from someone who never cared for Theseus showing up with concern is suspicious and cringe as fuck. Why did he show up thinking I’d be unconscious? 

”I’m sorry for being direct,” Tommy said after a while, “but I’d rather have time to myself right now. I just don’t have a lot of energy for conversation—I just woke up.”

King Philza blinked, his smile looked just plastered on his face—his eyes turned dark. “Indeed, you have become more bold.” 

“I- oh,” Tommy glanced to his left. “I-I’m sorry. I just…” 

King Philza raised a hand. “I understand, little one.” What did you just fucking call me?! “You needn’t explain yourself.” The king folded his arms, “Just promise me to pay me a visit. I’d like to make sure you’re alright—if that’s fine with you.” 

“S-sure! No problem.” Tommy smiled. As if I have a fucking choice.

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Tommy woke up staring into the eyes of the devil himself. Well, not exactly the Lucifer, but it was pretty damn close.

“What in tarnation…” Tommy breathed, staring up at Prince Technoblade, who was peering down at him with an impassive expression.

Tommy shuffled up in an instant—he was apparently laying in his bed—when did I go to sleep? Tommy thought before he smacked his forehead against the prince’s, making him holler and slap a hand against his head.

“Fuck! What the hell!” He cried out.

Prince Technoblade showed no signs of hurt, but he did straighten. He was standing next to Tommy’s night stand.

Tommy tsked in pain. “Jesus, have you ever heard of knocking?”

“I did knock,” Prince Technoblade folded his arms. “But you didn’t answer, so I walked in here to find you all dead looking.”

“Oh, you little- and you took that as an invite? You royal pricks are conceited as fuck, holy hell.”

Technoblade raised a brow. “You say that as though you aren’t one yourself.”

Tommy, instead of groveling, threw his hands in the air. “Why the hell are you here? What do you want?”

Prince Technoblade, with his hair now in a high ponytail, pushed it over his shoulder.

“I want you,” he said, “to get out of this stuffy room and follow me outside.”

“What.” Was the only answer Tommy could think of. Truly, he was the human incarnation of eloquence. Can’t be matched.

“I want you to get out of this stuffy room and—“

“Okay, yeah, shut up, but why?” Tommy looked at the prince’s shoes, cause anything was better than his face, obviously. “Aren’t you supposed to be telling the king I was being a bitch to you?”

“So, that’s one thing we can agree on.” Prince Technoblade put a hand on his hip.

“Aren’t you?” Tommy snapped, turning away from the Prince, on his side. He pulled the blanket over his body. “If I’m getting executed, then I’m not following you anywhere, you’ll have to drag me by my hair out of here to—“

“Theseus,” Prince Technoblade’s voice sounded so tender, it made Tommy freeze. “No one is executing anyone.” He paused on that, voice suddenly sounding murderous.“Well, excluding the assassins, but that’s a different story.”

Tommy flipped back around, his eyes narrowed. “Why not?” He asked carefully, “what’s the catch?”

“What? There’s no catch,” Prince Technoblade sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He looked up at Tommy, dead serious. “I want to fight you.”

Brudda what. Tommy blinked. “Sorry, run that by me again?”

Prince Technoblade frowned at the phrase, but obliged. “I want to fight you.”

“Okay, now run by me and never come back.”

“Well, no type of personal fight.” Prince Technoblade specified, “I want to teach you how to fight. Because you obviously don’t know anything.”

“Ohh, okay,” Tommy smiled, “no, thank you.” I miss who I was two minutes ago.

“Actually, you don’t got a whole lot of choice.” Prince Technoblade shrugged. “Phil thinks it’s a good idea, and he told me he was gonna start looking for some lessons for you or—“

Tommy banged his head back on the pillow. “You told him? Why don’t you just shoot me in the face.”

The Prince continued, “or fire Sam.”

That made the blond freeze. Fire Sam? He thinks the guy is a prick and highly obnoxious at times…but he knows the guy is at least loyal. He doesn’t deserve his entire career to be messed up because Tommy decided to run off.

“What? That makes no damn sense.”

“It actually does,” Prince Technoblade shrugged, “he’s supposed to keep a watch on you. He failed, and will get appropriately punished, with either the suspension of his job or physical repercussions.”

“Bye, what? That’s actually rigged. I was the one who fucked off! He doesn’t deserve that shit. Justice for Sam, bro.”

The pink hoe narrowed his eyes on Tommy. “You say that like you knew an attack would be made.”

“Do I?” Tommy smiled, looking away. “Yikes, wish I had. Would have avoided a whole lot of pain.”

Prince Technoblade raised his eyebrows at that. “Right,” he said, unconvinced, “and I’m anemic.”

“Don’t you dare sass me, Prince Fucklet, I’ll kick your ass!”

“Yeah, that’s pretty evident from when you cowered in fear behind that bench and—“

“Okay, shut up! Just…why?” Tommy asked, “Why do you care?”

“Get dressed, I’ll be waiting for you outside your room.” Prince Technoblade obviously learned some deflection lessons from Theseus.

Tommy gave him a look. “This is going to be a novel experience for me.”

Prince Technoblade smiled for a moment before it slowly fell off his face.

“Wait!” Tommy shouted, “wait.”

The prince, surprisingly, paused. He didn't even glance at Tommy.

“The assassins…” Tommy breathed, “what have you learned from them?”

Prince Technoblade turned around to peer back at Tommy. “Why do you ask?”

“Why can't I know?” Tommy raised a brow, “they did shoot me with an arrow, y’know. I think it’s my business.”

Prince Technoblade stared at Tommy for a moment before looking away. “You don't need to know.”

Tommy clenched his teeth together, balling his hands into fists. Was this how it was with you, Theseus? Were they never taking you seriously?

“I’m not a baby anymore,” Tommy said after a moment. “You aren't helping by keeping information from me. The reason why you want to fight me is so I can prepare myself. Why can't I do that on my own but further?”

Prince Technoblade just stared at Tommy with a lack of expression. The only emotion shown was how the prince’s jaw was clenched.

“We don't know much,” he said, “all we know that they were hired by someone that isn't from the country.

Tommy didn't respond, and the prince obviously found that as an opportunity to escape. He walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

Tommy sat in silence for a moment. Someone not from the country? There were a few characters that weren't from the country in the book. First—and most threatening—was Dream, then there was Sapnap, George, Foolish, Drista, and some other bitches I don't have the energy to think of. Tommy rubbed his temples. Maybe it doesn't matter—it was like this in the book too, they didn't know much. Don't think too much of it.

Tommy had other thinks to worry about, anyway. He remembered talking to King Philza about visiting him or some shit, and then Sam brought in some food for him. Theseus was still not back, though.

Why is he so adamant on teaching me suddenly? Tommy threw his legs out from under the blanket and on the floor, still sitting. Shit is changing. This absolutely did not happen in the book. Nu-uh, I fire myself—I quit.

When Tommy dressed into better clothes—in his head—he opened the door, to see Prince Technoblade leaning against the wall across from him.

Tommy raised a brow at him. I didn’t really expect him to actually follow through…

Prince Technoblade stayed impassive. “What?”

“Nothing,” Tommy huffed, “can we hurry this up? I have a life, y’know.”

“That consists of sleeping? Yes, I know.” The Prince began walking.

Tommy followed after him. “Hey, asshole! Sleeping is amazing for brain development.”

“Oh, no wonder you do it so much.”

“Yes, and— hey , what the fuck?!” Tommy yelled, incredulously. Who does this guy think he is? He is not the rizzler. God, Tommy hates himself sometimes. “Where the fuck are we going, anyway?”

“Gods, and you speak just like Wil.” Prince Technoblade shook his head as they walked. “And I thought you maintained better etiquette.”

“You don’t deserve my etiquette, prick.” Tommy rolled his eyes.

“You appeared to believe so about a week ago.” Prince Technoblade glanced at Tommy, eyebrow raised.

Shit, he’s being all Sherlock Holmes again. Tommy bit his lip.

“Oh, please,” Tommy rolled his eyes. “What do you know about me? About a week ago, we’ve only been hi and dry, so what’s with the switch up with you, too?”

Answer his question with a question.

Prince Technoblade threw Tommy an unimpressed glance. “Well, for starters, you grew wings out of nowhere.”

Tommy chuckled nervously. “You aren’t planning to kill me or anything, right?”

The prince smirked, “Or anything,”

“Does that ‘or anything’ include water boarding?”

“Nah,” Technoblade drawled, “too much work.

Brother eww, Tommy thought, what’s that? “Alright, where’s the damn training grounds or whatever? I’m pumped and we’ve been walking for like twenty years.”

Prince Technoblade gave Tommy a look. “You,” he said, “have a very bad perception of time.”

“And you,” Tommy paused, wiggling and pointing his index finger like the patronizing piece of shit he is. “Have a very bad perception of natural…hair colors. Bitch.”

The prince blinked painfully slow. “Well, I’m glad that your eyes seem to be working, I guess.”

“So, you're not going to lead me into like a, fireplace, are you?”

The prince suddenly stopped walking, he spun around so fast Tommy thought was just seeing things until a powerful and large hand placed itself upon Tommy’s shoulder, close to his collarbone. The blond froze, his words and breath trapped dead within his throat.

“Do you think I’ll kill you, Theseus?” Technoblade said so slowly, it just must be calculating. “Or Phil, or Wilbur? You've been on edge around us, well, always, but recently…” he took a deep breath, “you've been acting like we’re out of get to out of disarray.”

Tommy’s widened eyes slowly narrowed into a glare. This bastard thought he could just play victim after all that's happened to Theseus? Damn narcissists.

“Well, you lot been acting for most of life as if I were dead .” Tommy’s voice was a lot more steady than he felt. “In fact, you've even threaten me before, in the library. So, yes, I think you all want to kill me sometimes. Obviously, because you all hate me.”

Prince Technoblade winced. “Theseus…”

“Go on,” Tommy snapped, “tell me I’m wrong.”

Silenced adorned the hallway they stood in. Tommy refused to look away from the prince’s red, bullet-like gaze. Triumph washed through him at the way the bitch’s face twisted into something close to hurt. As if Tommy’s words physically burned him.

Technoblade slowly let go of Tommy. He turned around, walking down the hall.

Tommy brushed his fingers against his shoulder. Guess we’re still up for this bullshit. Damn bitch acting like he's recruiting me.

If Tommy’s life had a soundtrack, crickets would be playing right now.

The blond stood before a group of what could only be knights. They had the same clothing, a long-sleeved light blue—so light Tommy almost mistook it for white—and baggy brown pants.

They stood in a formation, legs slightly spread apart, hands behind their back.

Tommy glanced at Technoblade, who stood a bit ahead of him, staring at the people.

They were outside, near the garden in flat and leveled grass. Some red circles were painted into the grass, which awfully looked like some kind of Maze Runner arena-fight-thing in the Glade.

Tommy cleared his throat. “What the hell is this?”

The prince didn't so much as peer back at him, his attentions affixed to the group of men in front of him. Where the females? Gotta be sexist.

“These are knights in training,” Technoblade said, “and you, will begin training with them.”

Hail naw! What’s with this Divergent-type recruitment ? “Are you trying to make some kind of Make A Wish All-Star team or something?”

Technoblade swinged around to look at him. “I’ve been personally training these people—from Sundays to Tuesdays—” Tommy makes a mental note. “They're met up to standards, if that is what you're worried about. I wouldn't allow otherwise.”

Tommy just smiled at him. Bro, get your “I only date tens” bitchass out of here.

Technoblade folded his arms. “I’ve decided to just introduce you to them. You're in no shape to be sparring against them, though.”

Tommy heard a few men chuckle at that. Damn patronizing cunts.

Tommy would've double-taked at Technoblade’s statement. “Okay, who said I'd be sparring against these guys, period? I don't consent. My consent you don't have. Nope, fuck off. I like my nose not broken.”

Technoblade looked really tired suddenly. “No one is going to break your nose, Theseus.”

“What if I slip and break my nose then, huh?”

“Then that would be your fault?”

“But it would've been caused by my legs growing weak because the physical labor you’re bound to put me through and I’ll slowly get more and more injuries until I die.”

Silence ran throughout the field, and Tommy and Technoblade ignored the stifled laughter by one of the trainees.

After moments of crushing awkwardness, Prince Technoblade lifted his gaze from Tommy’s. That's a win.

“You’re not getting out of this, Theseus.” The prince rolled up his sleeves.

“Damn,” Tommy deflated a bit. After two seconds, he hopefully glanced back up at the prick. “You sure?”

“Yeap.”

“Damn.”

The guards made no advance to move, nor did Prince Technoblade.

“The hell are we doing?” Tommy whispered harshly to Theseus’s brother.

The prince just blinked. “You all may go.”

Each recruit-person-thing shouted in unison. “Yes, sir!” Like NPCs, they all turned to their right, stomping away. ‘Autobots roll out’ type shit going on.

Tommy realized Prince Technoblade was staring at at him with a smirk on his face. The blond suddenly felt very sick.

“I’m telling a trusted adult.”

“I guess I am that person.” Prince Technoblade folded his arms. “I am trusted and I'm an adult.”

“You are hardly either of those things. More like pyscho that likes the enjoyment of telling his little brother he’ll kill him.”

Prince Technoblade froze at that before his eyes darkened.

Where’s the damn exorcist? “In the name of Jesus—!”

“Who the heck is that?”

How the hell did I get here?  Tommy stood standing with a wooden practice sword.

“Don’t worry,” Prince Technoblade muttered, a few feet away from Tommy, with a practice sword in his hand. “I’m not going to crush you or anything. And if I do, I’ll just build you back up. No issues.”

“Sir, you've watched too much Bob the Builder as a child—you are not Fix-it-Felix.” Tommy shivered. “I swear to fuck, if you kill me, I'm killing myself.”

“That doesn't make any sense.”

“Like that hair of yours?”

“Bruh, why do you hate my hair so much?” He started shifting to the right, Tommy followed the motion, side-walking to the left. “Did you know that's probably rude and may hurt my feelings?”

“Did you know, in the wild, animals with bright colors are toxic?” They continued to circle each other. “Must just be coincidence, though.”

“Did you know, little children acting like brats have a ninety nine point nine percent chance at being brats? Must be a coincidence too.”

“Oh, fuck you.”

Prince Technoblade pursed his lips at Tommy’s stance. “Maybe try slouching a bit. Lift your sword up. And your feet are way too spread apart.” Upon Tommy’s adjustments, the prince just looked tired. “Wait.” He dropped his wooden sword to the floor.

Tommy smirked. “Give up already?”

Technoblade offered him a dry smile. “Ha, ha. Drop your sword.”

“Huh? Why? Thought you wanted to be beaten up.”

Prince Technoblade raised a brow, and Tommy—with rolling eyes—threw the sword to his feet.

“This isn't some tactic to put me off guard, right?” Tommy narrowed his eyes on the prince.

“I wouldn't need to,” Technoblade said confidently. This prick. “We’re gonna warm up. Maybe that will loosen you a bit.”

“Oh, no shot?” Tommy grabbed his ankle, stretching his leg up.

“No, that won't help you.” Prince Technoblade walked toward Tommy. “Kneel on one leg with your other leg straight out in front with the foot flexed, and toe upright.”

What the fuck did he just say? “Uh, could I see a damn example or something?”

Prince Technoblade, in response, just grabbed onto Tommy’s shoulder, and pushed him down until he was kneeling.

“Great, now stretch out your left leg.” Tommy did so, almost falling over, but the prince kept him upright. “Toes up.”

“Bet, bet, bet.” Tommy did the motion. “Okay? I’m cooking?”

Prince Technoblade let go of him. “What does that mean? Back straight.”

“Shit—I’m just eating this up, y’know?”

“No, I don't.”

“Aw, shucks.” Tommy relaxed, which Technoblade seemed to dislike.

“Warm up,” he dismissively said.

Tommy huffed, fixing his posture. “The fuck you think I’m doing? Warming down?” Tommy blinked. “Shouldn’t you be doing this bullshit too?”

“Nah, I don't need to.” Prince Technoblade said, “I’m too skilled.”

“You think you're so special, huh?”Tommy glared at him.

“I don't think I am, I know I am. Everyone is, wouldn't you agree?”

“I guess you are pretty special.” Tommy smirked at the bastard. He thinks he’s that guy.

Prince Technoblade just stared at Tommy soullessly for a few moments before turning around and walking back to his sword. Nudging it with his foot, he kicked it up, grabbing it with his hand.

“Pick up your weapon.” The prince inclined his head toward Tommy’s discarded sword.

With rolling his eyes, Tommy dropped down, stopping the stretch. “Now what?”

“How about you approach me?” Prince Technoblade twirled the sword in his hands. “I’ll go on defense.” Oh, this is really happening?

Tommy nodded. “I have two answers for that one.”

“Yeah?”

“The short answer is ‘no’, the long answer is ‘oh, fuck no’.”

Prince Technoblade rolled his eyes. “Hurry up. I have stuff to do later.”

“Well, I'd hate to be a bother,” Tommy held out the wooden sword for the prince. “Please, don't let me distract you further.”

Prince Technoblade eyed the sword for a long moment before blinking up to Tommy’s face.

“Nah, it’s okay,” he said, “I can make the first move.”

“Oh, well, please do.” Tommy said lamely. “Start.”

Prince Technoblade shifted his feet, and then he charged Tommy.

Tommy gasped, taking a step back. Holy fuck, okay, he's coming- just, MOVE—

Prince Technoblade grabbed onto Tommy’s forearm, pulling him forward and tripping the blond on his foot. Tommy literally ate shit, landing on his face.

“Ugh! Damnit! I told you this would break my nose!” Tommy cried out in pain, rolling over onto his back, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“That was just sad…” Technoblade raised a brow. “You didn't move or anything—I didn't even use my sword.”

Tommy glared at him, brushing dirt off his legs. “I didn't expect you to move so fast.”

Prince Technoblade stayed impassive. “Do you expect your assailants to move slow for you?”

Tommy just looked away. As much as he hates doing this, he can't argue that it’s important. When Dream fucks on over—which he probably will because Tommy screwed up on the assassination bullshit—but in his defense, the plot low-key changed a bit, so, yeah. He’s shame-free.

Tommy flinched as Prince Technoblade held on his hand, prompting for Tommy to grab it. Slowly, Tommy grabbed onto the prince’s hand, who pulled him up as if he weighed nothing. Which, not going to lie, Theseus doesn't eat shit, because he’s skinny as hell. Tommy has no problem making the asshole’s body fat. Five guys, burgers and fries vibes.

“Maybe you should run to me first.” Prince Technoblade picked up Tommy’s sword, which he let go when getting bodyslammed.

“Yeah,” Tommy discontently agreed, brushing his bangs out of his face.

Prince Technoblade shifted back to where we were previously standing. He began moving to left, like the same circling shit he were doing before. Tommy rolled his eyes before following the motion, side stepping to the right.

Tommy narrowed his eyes on the prince. If anything Master Splinter taught him, is to analyse his opponents’s weaknesses. But there was never the secret special lesson where the rat taught him what the fuck to do if everything about his opponent was perfect. Nothing was indicating anything—even the bastard’s face was unreadable.

“I like that stance,” Tommy smirked, clutching his sword tight. “What, you got scoliosis?”

Prince Technoblade offered a dull smile at that. “Nope, but it will help me gain leverage against you. Helps with defense and offense.”

“Whya type of Lego Ninjago explanation was that? You think you’re Li Shang.”

“I think I’m who?”

“The guy from Mulan? Oh, wait, forgot you're uncultured like that. My bad.”

Technoblade raised a brow. He looked utterly disappointed.

Tommy’s smirk grew. “Never mind. You think you're Dwayne Johnson.”

“Just attack me already.”

Tommy stuck his tongue out at the prince.

Prince Technoblade paused. He then ran forward, too quick for Tommy to react, he grabbed Tommy from behind his shoulder, and flipped his over. Tommy landed on his back, the air knocked out of him; he wheezed, placing a hand against his chest.

Tommy, after a few seconds of struggling to breath, glanced up at Technoblade with a killing glare.

“The fuck? I didn't even say start!”

“You implied enough.”

“I just breathed!”

“Peace was never an option.”

“I was supposed to attack you!”Tommy slowly raised to his feet.

“You took too long. Get good, then we can talk.”

“Bitch, we’re talking right now, you fucking preppy fuck!”

Prince Technoblade smiled a little, turning his back to Tommy and walking away. He glanced over his shoulder.

“This time, you better hurry up.”

Tommy wants to shove this asshole out a window. “You have a stupid fucking name and stupid fucking hair.”

“Please, spare me the heartbreak.”

Tommy, for the millionth time, fell onto his back with a yelp.

Tommy groaned, shifting his body upwards. “Fucking hell, bro, you can't chill out even a little?”

“I wasn't made for ‘chilling out’” he held out a hand, “Get up.”

Tommy eyed his hand for a moment. “Nah, cause what do you mean by that one?”

“Nothing,” Prince Technoblade huffed, “get up.”

What in the slim shady? “Bro, just talk to me. It’s not like anyone would believe me if I told them, y’know, with the world hating me and all.”

Prince Technoblade’s gaze hardened. “Grab. My. Hand.”

“Okay, Technoblade, get your hand out of my personal space bubble.”

Prince Technoblade slowly looked down at his hand before looking back up to Tommy.

“Get your personal space bubble out of my hand.”

“Bitch, just move! What do we need to be mutual about opening the fuck up? M’kay, so, King Philza literally broke into my room and started like caressing my wings, which was, fucking weird—and I was low key tweaking out for real, but you gotta cope y’know.”

Prince Technoblade dropped his hand. “What?”

Tommy folded his arms, still sat on the floor. “Can you visualize that—what I’m talking about?” He sighed, “Do you even want to visualize? Probably not. Don't…visualize that, actually. You’ll probably depress yourself.”

“What the heck are you talking about?” The prince raised a brow, “Phil wouldn't do that.”

Tommy felt anger build up. “Okay, for one, this is my exact point—no one fucking believes me around here. And for two, why are you gonna stand there with a straight face and tell me that isn't true. I’m sure the bastard was all touchy with you too!”

“Well, yeah, we’re family—but you make it sound like he did that against your will.”

“Only cause he did!” Tommy threw his hands in the air before brushing the dirt off his pants. “Bastard was like “Tommy, come the fuck over here”, like, no sir.”

Prince Technoblade raised a brow. “Who is Tommy?”

Don't blame Tommy for instinctively trying to find a window. “The fuck? Hm? Oh, I meant Theseus?”

Prince Technoblade narrowed his eyes at that. “But you said Tommy. That's not even remotely close to Theseus. Who is Tommy?”

“What? Huh- who cares? I didn't mean to say that.”

“Who cares?” Prince Technoblade raised a brow. “You act like you didn't mean to say that name.”

Oh, shit. He’s onto me. “It’s, uh—”

“Yeah?” The prince folded his arms,  leaning forward.

“A nickname.”

“What.”

“A nickname—”

“Yeah, but- whose nickname?”

“Mine.” Tommy smiled.

“Yours.” Technoblade said blankly.

“Yeah, that's what I said, yes.” Tommy slowly stood up.

“Right, so again, the name Tommy is not even remotely close to Theseus. It’s not even shortened. The only similarity the two have is they both start with the letter T.”

“Yeah,” Tommy laughed awkwardly.

“I don't believe you.” Prince Technoblade narrowed his eyes on Tommy.

“Spare me the heartbreak.” Tommy tried staying calm, ignoring the way his heart was racing.

Prince Technoblade made no indication to say anything or move. Tommy rolled his eyes, allowing a smile to form onto his face.

“Come on, instead of nailing me to the floor each time, how about teaching me some combos!”

“Combos?” Prince Technoblade lifted a brow. “What’s that?”

Tommy’s smile fell. “Jeez, y’know, techniques, attacks, moves. That type of Katniss Everdeen shit.”

“Oh,” Prince Technoblade scratched the back of his head. “I guess that could help.”

“No shit, man!” Tommy grinned ear to ear. “You’re like a whirlwind wrapped in a hurricane wrapped in steel!”

“Thanks for the compliment?”

“It wasn't a compliment.”

“Oh, thanks for the insult.”

“No problem, bro.” Tommy patted the prince on his shoulder. He picked up his sword. “M’kay, the fuck I do?”

Prince Technoblade hesitated, inspecting Tommy’s grip. “Right, first,” he grabbed onto Tommy’s wrist, “you need to hold the sword with your hands more spread apart. You’ll maintain better control if so.”

Tommy adjusted his grip. “Yikes, why didn't you teach me this before?”

The prince shrugged. “I’ve just never met someone as bad as you before.”

“Oh, shut your fucking mouth. Your hair is pink.”

“Right, so I believe we’ve established I very much know the hue of my own hair.” Prince Technoblade let go of the blond, glancing at the other’s feet. “Spread your feet more far apart.”

“Bitch, you said they were too far last time.”

“Yes, I did. Last time. Not this time.” He gave Tommy a blank look. “Spread your feet.”

“I hope you fall down stairs.” Tommy grumbled, “you and your fucking pink hair.”

“Bruh, you're acting as if you didn't just say you wanted your nickname to be Tommy.”

“Bitch!” Tommy froze, “what’s wrong with the name Tommy, you fucking little fuck!”

“Where do start?” Prince Technoblade leaned his head back, a small smirk evident on his face.

Tommy laughed, his jaw dropping as he stared at the prince. This little fucking bastard!

“Theseus,” the prince said seriously. Tommy looked at him. “I’ll not question you further about the name for now, but I will ask you again, and when I do, I want you to answer me honestly.”

Tommy felt his heart pick up. Why did this bastard have to be so scary? Whatever, that's future Tommy’s problem.

“Yeah, sure, sounds good.” Tommy smiled nervously, even throwing up a thumbs up.

Prince Technoblade studied Tommy for a few moments before nodding to himself. He raised his sword. “Alright, now—”

“Your highness!”

The shrill shriek sent chills down Tommy’s spine, he flinched. Tommy turned around to see a woman—in the servant’s attire, charge her way towards this, rushing to meet them.

“What the hell?” Tommy whispered before gasping as a hand clasped around his wrist.

Before he could process anything, he was pulled back, behind Technoblade; Tommy glanced up to see the prince’s smile gone, now cold and impassive and he stared at the maid, who just reached them, gasping as she placed her hands on her knees.

A few seconds passed of the maid just trying to catch her breath, and Tommy huffed, moving to walk around the prince. Technoblade, in response, just held out his arm, cutting the blond’s path without even looking at him.

“You’re a mess,” the prince scoffed at the servant, who flinched.

Tommy glared at Technoblade for a moment before shoving past him. “What is it?” He asked.

The servant didn't even look at Tommy, keeping her eyes affixed on Prince Technoblade. Tommy pursed his lips. What a fucking skank. My bad for being kind.

“Prince Wilbur…” she gasped, “he’s been attacked!”

What? By who? Tommy winced as he slowly looked to the prince, who stood motionless before sucking in a deep breath.

“Where is he?”

“He’s in the infirmary now, he—”

“Take me to him.”

“But, he's not even awake, my prince, he—”

“TAKE ME.” Prince Technoblade screamed, making Tommy and the maid flinch back. Bro thinks he’s Rose from Titanic. Tommy thought, still waiting for part two.

“Okay, no,” Tommy placed his hand on the prince’s shoulder. “Relax, let's see what she has to say, yeah? Then you can be all ominous and shit—”

Technoblade grabbed Tommy’s hand before shoving him off of him; Tommy yelped as he fell to the ground.

The servant didn't bat an eye. “Do follow me, then, your highness!”

Tommy sat on the ground for a few moments before getting up. What the hell is going on? Someone doesn't get attacked in the book again until Dream shows the fuck up. This never was supposed to happen. 

Tommy sucked in a deep breath, taking a step forward. “Hey, wait—!”

“Tommy!” Yelled a voice; Tommy froze mid-step.

Tommy recognized that voice. “Theseus,” he turned around to face the ghost, who stood still. “What the hell is going on?”

Theseus’s face melted, staring uncomfortably at the blond. Guilt was written all over his face.

Tommy grit his teeth, taking a step forward. His voice was harsh, giving little room for remorse. “What did you do?”

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Theseus, to Tommy’s credit, did not make any means to reply. He just stood, staring into the blonde’s eyes.

Tommy narrowed his eyes on the ghost further. “Yeah, the hell you looking at, you little fucking liar.”

Theseus’s brows creased to that. “Liar?” He whispered.

“Yeah, you told me you can’t affect shit around you!” Tommy grit his teeth.

“I’ve never said that. All I’ve said is those around me cannot see me.”

“What did you do?” Tommy asked again, feeling his heart drop as Theseus slowly smiled—it was void of any emotion, though.

“I’ve done a lot of things in my life,” Theseus stood still, “I’ve hurt people. People have hurt me. And when I thought it was all going to go well, you showed up.” Theseus’s pain and suffering appeared on his face at that last sentence. Something else appeared on his face, though.

And the way he looked at Tommy. Like a piece of art in a museum. Something so close, but so untouchable. Something that can only be viewed and appreciated from a certain distance.

Tommy took a step back.

“What the fuck are you going on about?” Tommy raised a brow. “Are you looking for pity, Theseus?”

“Nothing a like,” Theseus murmured.

Tommy squinted his eyes on the other. Theseus was acting unlike himself. Something about him was eerily calm.

“ Did…you do something?” Tommy reworded his sentence, tilting his head.

Theseus, per usual, didn’t answer.

Tommy felt tiredness run through his veins; he sighed. “I don’t have time for this.” He turned around, walking away and leaving Theseus alone.

I have to now find where Prince Technoblade and that fucking maid is at. They said that asshole is in the infirmary. This is so annoying. Tommy thought, I have no idea what is going on and that prick back there is being unhelpful as fuck.

Tommy felt fingers curl around his wrist before he was suddenly, harshly, pulled backwards; he couldn’t even scream as he landed on the ground.

Tommy, with wide eyes, stared up at Theseus, who still had hold on his wrist. The ghost stared down at Tommy with wide crazy eyes.

Even so, Tommy couldn’t find it in his heart to be scared. Sure, he knows the prick wants to kill him fifty percent of the time he’s around Tommy, but he knows Theseus couldn’t actually hurt him. He would’ve a while ago. Injuring might be different, but Tommy is able to live with that.

“Wow, tough guy alert.” Tommy snatched his wrist away. “The hell do you think you’re doing? You didn’t need to do all that.”

“I wasn’t done speaking,” Theseus’s gaze was like bullets. “You’ve told me before you’d obey my commands.”

“Damn, well, if you word it like that, you make me sound like some kind of slave.”

“Then what else are you?” Theseus tilted his head down at Tommy. “You’re here for no other reason but to fulfill commands. My commands”

“Dude, that shit ended at least two hundred years ago.”

“You will listen to me.” Theseus said, “Or I’ll just dispose of you.”

“Rip to the fuck I almost gave to that.” Tommy rolled his eyes.

Theseus’s eyes narrowed. “What?” He growled.

Tommy snapped his gaze to the ghost’s. “Bro, be for real. If you could kill me, you would’ve. Only that fucker XD can actually do shit, obviously .” Tommy gestured at Theseus’s body, which had healed.

The former prince actually flinched at that. “Don’t draw your own conclusions.”

“I’m not drawing shit, I’m just saying how it is.” Tommy stood up, jabbing his finger into Theseus’s chest. “Now, tell me, why the fuck did that bitchass god hurt you like that? Why did you pretend to be in a goddamn Quiet Place and zip your lips shut?”

Theseus almost laughed. “Goddess, but I pray for your sake that you are not yourself as stupid as the questions you ask, otherwise this arrangement will see its end before sundown.”

Tommy flushed scarlet. “You…fucking bastard . Says the asshole who sat all nice and pretty for those fuckers in that castle just because you were being a bitch for attention.”

“I have no interest in talking to anyone who might divulge sensitive intelligence to a newspaper before offering to share such knowledge with I.”

“Um… what —?” Tommy cut himself off. “The fuck you mean newspaper? You’re telling me you made global news? Yikes, man.”

“For the love of the Gods, Tommy,” he said with a sigh. “Do cease to being useless to me.”

Tommy blinked. “I promise to consider it.”

“How much of the book he delivered did you actually grasp upon?”

“What type of hidden Easter Egg are you talking about?”

“No hidden surprise. Just ink on a page.” Theseus folded his arms. “Newscasters would write about me—because of what I assume, calls under Dream—and damaged my name. When I had my trail before my death, such news articles were used as evidence against me.”

Tommy placed his hands on his hips. “Damn, they must’ve not had shit to bring up damn rumors during a trial .”

Theseus smiled softly at that, something genuine, before like all his others emotions, was pushed down.

“What happened to Prince Wilbur?” Tommy asked, ignoring the hurt feeling in his chest. “Why was he attacked?”

Shock showed on Theseus’s face. Genuine shock. “ Huh ?”

Tommy’s eyes widened for a moment. If Theseus wasn’t involved, then how? How was that bastard hurt?

“Don’t fucking ‘ huh ’ me, bitch, and answer !”

Theseus glanced to his right. He looked back to Tommy. “Tommy, I’m going to ask you something, and I want you to know that I ask it sincerely—“

“What?”

“Have you lost your mind?”

Tommy laughed at that, the sound hollow. “I lost my mind the moment I was forced into your damn body, taking rule of your life, growing fucking damn wings, getting shot , and having to deal with the stress of possibly getting killed everyday .”

Theseus eyed Tommy strangely. “I swear, sometimes you scare me.”

“Sometimes, Theseus, I scare myself.” Tommy rubbed his eyes. Tears formed in his eyes.

“I warn you,” said Theseus, “if you weep, I might vomit.”

Tommy managed a watery laugh even as his heart broke. The reminder of how alone he is. How no one in this world cares, nor will they ever. He lived and died alone, and now, he’s alone again.

Tommy let out a broken laugh again. “Yeah, yeah, I know I'm just a burden to society for just being born overall. Don’t need to say it twice. I should find the location to a window and reenact ‘Gone with the Wind’. Maybe even throw in a curtsy.”

“Gods, Tommy.” Theseus had gone completely slack. “You might be the strangest person I’ve ever met in all my life.”

“Are you insulting me?”

“Without question.”

Tommy shot him at dirty look, but Theseus only laughed. Despite his irritation, Tommy smiled too. His smile then turned into a toothy grin as he laughed along, too.

It wasn’t even funny, but it felt nice for Tommy. To be able to laugh with someone. Share mutual happiness as he dug his worries deep within him. To tune out the rest of the world. Tommy glanced from his watery eyes to Theseus, who had his hands on his knees, his cackling becoming downright hysterical; it was the most emotion Tommy had ever seen out of the ghost.

Tommy’s smile dried as he saw a healing bruise on Theseus’s arm. As if someone grabbed him too violently. Tommy had no doubt who it was. Really, who else could have done it?

“Theseus?” Tommy said softly.

“Yes?” Theseus’s laughter cut off with a few giggles, realizing Tommy’s sudden change, he fixed his posture.

“Can I ask you a question?”

Tommy could almost feel the ghost stiffen in response. “I’d really rather you didn’t.”

“Yeah, I know, but can I ask anyway?”

Theseus sighed.

“Why do you always wear that light blue collared shirt? Can you not change clothing as a ghost or some shit?”

“Pass.”

“You’re not going to answer?” Tommy asked, a little shocked. “That shit was probably the most tame thing I could’ve asked. You can’t even answer a gentle question like that?”

Theseus glared at Tommy. “Oh, and you have less gentle questions for me, do you?”

“All the above.”

“Once again, I’ll pass.”

“Theseus,” Tommy said, trying to stay patient. “You can’t just be able to dig into my thoughts and then refuse to answer a single question about yourself.”

“Try me.”

“Bet. Did you have any pets?” Tommy wasn’t sure if it was a good time to be asking about this, but all Prince Wilbur had done is cause Tommy and Theseus misery. He can handle Tommy’s delayed visit.

Theseus looked away and said, quietly. “Pass.”

“You do have pets? Really? Where do—“

“Next question.”

Tommy hesitated, taken aback. How could this guy possibly be so cold? Tommy forced himself to relax, forced himself to understand it’s nothing personal, and Theseus lost trust in everyone, even as a dead person.

“Theseus, I’ll ask you hardest question, now.” Tommy said carefully. If this guy won’t answer bullshit, there’s no need to ease to the main point.

Theseus furrowed his brows, and Tommy watched as the ghost’s expression wavered into something gentle as he continued to look at the blond.

Tommy held his breath and waited, just until he saw Theseus sigh.

“What is it, Tommy?”

“What deal had you made? With XD… before ?” Tommy refused to see Theseus’s expression, staring at his shoes. “Why does he have such control over you to be able to hurt you like this?”

Theseus felt silent for so long that the sound of the world around them came into brighter focus. The restless wind whispered softly, the birds' cheerful chirps filled the air; flowers danced as the passing clouds allowed the setting sun to peek through, casting a warm, golden glow over everything; the grass seemed to be illuminating. Tommy listened to the crickets and buzzing bees, took a deep breath, and savored the coolness that brushed against his skin.

Most of all, Tommy could hear Theseus breathing.

“Theseus,” Tommy said finally. “Are you not going to answer me?”

“I don’t want to talk about him.”

“But—“

“I won’t discuss it.”

“How am I supposed to trust you or him,” Tommy said, “if I can’t understand why he did such a terrible thing to you?”

“You don’t have to trust me.”

“Of course I do.” Tommy frowned. “You’re making a lot of deals and commands at my expense.”

“I’ll make you a Blood Pact.”

Tommy, finally, blinked up to meet Theseus’s cold gaze.

“A what?”

“A Blood Pact.”

“The fuck is that shit? Some mosquito fetish?”

“It is a solemn promise or commitment made by two individuals,” he cut Tommy a look, “alive or not, by mixing their blood together. Me breaking such a bind would make me suffer in the most horrendous ways possible—so you needn’t concern about trust.”

Is seeing the dead normal in this place? “No,” he said sharply, “absolutely not.”

“Why not?” Theseus asked seriously, “it will drain you of your constant worries.”

Tommy sighed. “Because, Theseus—“

“If you just fulfill your part of the deal, then none of this will matter.”

“But it sounds like you’ll be bound to me—possibly forever—“

“Is that truly such a horrible thought that bestows within your mind?”

Tommy paused. What? “What?”

“Would that be your most horrible way of living? To—“ the ghost abruptly stopped, staring Tommy with fury, his hands clenched—but Theseus’s eyes told another story. He instantly deflated.

Theseus sighed, slowly pushing his bangs out of his face. “Never mind. Go find Wilbur. Find whatever this all was about.”

Tommy had to organize his thoughts. A bunch of things happened too quick. “Wha—okay, but…” Tommy shook his head before staring at Theseus seriously. “You’re sure you didn’t do anything?”

“Am I sure?” Theseus raised a brow, “yes, I am sure.”

“You didn’t hurt Prince Wilbur directly or indirectly?”

“No.”

Tommy glared at Theseus for a moment longer, trying to read any line of dishonestly, but he found nothing; the ghost’s expression stayed impassive.

“Theseus,” Tommy sighed.

“Tommy, I assure you, I did not—“

Tommy reached a hand out, placing his hand on Theseus’s shoulder.

“Let’s go.”

“What?”

“Come with me.”

“…What?”

“Okay, now you’re just being a broken record.” Tommy smiled, watching as confusion and shock spread across the former prince’s face. “You have nothing better to do—I'm sure—so let’s go.”

Theseus’s expression fell blank. “You are utterly unmanageable.”

“I live to disappoint.” Tommy lifted a shoulder. “Who needs first class when you have no class?” Then, his expression fell serious. “If what you are saying is true, and you didn't affect Prince Wilbur at all , come with me.”

Theseus smirked. “Well, if it will prove my innocence, I shall oblige.”

Tommy knew Theseus wasn't in the total clear. He had stared at Tommy with a guilty-like expression before. Like he had done something. But what was stranger was the timing. How Theseus showed up right as Tommy was about to chase after Prince Technoblade and that bitchless maid.

Tommy froze as he watched Theseus’s expression grow icy. Tommy pursed his lips as he realized he let some of his thoughts out, and Theseus had obviously heard them. Thankfully, the ghost made no means to call the blond out.

“Okay, well, do you know the way?” Tommy asked, creating a distraction. “Because I sure as hell don't.”

Theseus scanned Tommy for a moment. He then nodded, walking past the blond.

“This way,” he said, “haven't you been to the infirmary before, though?”

Tommy rolled his eyes, literally hopscotching to keep up. “Yeah, but I was like literally knocked right the fuck out when entering and leaving that place.”

Theseus glanced at Tommy, who walked next to him. “Why were you here with my brother?”

Tommy sighed silently. “He…he wanted to teach me how to fight.”

Theseus looked away, and didn't respond at all. His face was eerily blank, no displeasure, anger, or sadness shown.

Tommy hated the way the ghost hid his emotions so flawlessly. He should take some tips.

“Bro, please break character.” Tommy clapsed his hands into a praying form. “You are not Miguel O’Hara with this one, bro, trust.”

Theseus raised his brow at Tommy, but again, didn't respond. 

“Oh my god, where the fuck are you leading me, bitch?” Tommy groaned, trailing behind the ghost. “We’ve been walking for like a thousand years.”

Theseus glanced back at Tommy. “Oh, don't be so dramatic,” he turned back around, clasping his hands behind his back as he continued to walk down the long hall they traveled down—literally traveled, like real side quest type shit. “We just need to amble down the rest of this corridor. And then we can see my poor hurt brother.”

Tommy found himself nodding. “Yeah, yikes. I’m real fucking confused on what exactly happened. But to end up in an infirmary? Shucks, he is not coming back like a boomerang.”

Theseus raised a brow. “What is a boomerang?”

“Jojo Siwa copyrighted that shit, sorry bro, you're not getting nothing out of me.”

“Please end your incorrigible nonsense.” Theseus snapped. Then, he just stopped walking. Tommy crashed into the ghost’s back.

“Ugh! Who the hell just halts like that? Damn, where’s the stop sign, holy Mother Teresa.”

Tommy watched as Theseus slowly placed his fingers on his shoulder before flicking off non-existent dirt. Tommy gave him a dry look.

“Again,” the ghost said slowly. “Spare me the dramatics.”

“Dude, my nose is like already broken because Prince Trader Joe’s Pink Lemonade.” Tommy waved his hand. “Why the hell did you stop?”

Theseus gestured to the door behind him. “Because, we are here.”

“Oh, fuck. Okay. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Tommy placed his hand on the doorknob. “You coming in too? I don't wanna force you or anything, ha ha.”

Theseus gave Tommy a blank look. “I’ll manage.”

“You sound like the damn Terminator. Let’s get some emotion into that voice.”

Theseus just rolled his eyes before inclining his head, promoting Tommy to shut the fuck up and open the damn fucking door already.

Do I even want to do this? Tommy thought. Stress is caused by giving a fuck. I want to become a bit more fuckless. Learn to give up.

“It’ll help maintain a better connection between you two. Open the door.” Theseus looked impatient.

Tommy gulped like a damn cartoon character like Timmy Turner or some messed up shit.

“Okay,” he said, “okay.”

Theseus stood blinking at Tommy for a second before raising a brow. He seemed a bit confused on the word. “ Okay-okay ? That means open the door and go in.”

“Oh my god, my bad I'm not the fucking Flash—give me a second to move the damn thing.” Tommy opened the door.

Walking in, Tommy had to pause for a moment. This is not the place I remembered a few days ago. He instinctively placed a hand against his shoulder. He didn't see anyone; the room he stood in seemed like a lobby. Then again I had severe blood loss, which probably messed with the oxygen in my brain.

“Was it truly that horrible?” Theseus asked from behind the blond.

Tommy huffed, turning around and ready to tell the prick off—until he saw the other’s face. Theseus looked like he were genuinely asking a question. His brows were furrowed and he stood with his fists clenched.

Tommy raised a brow. “Yeah, no shit. I was kinda shot with a damn arrow—I could barley stand. That pink haired fucker had to carry me in here—or whatever here is.” Tommy placed his hand on his hip, feeling suddenly drained. “This doesn't look like the same room, but, again, I was low key lost in the fucking sauce, so—”

“There are multiple infirmaries within these walls.”

Tommy looked up to Theseus, who then stood with a blank look, looking relaxed. The ghost then smiled, and Tommy realized then how fake his grins are all the time.

“Very luxurious, unconquerable, and prestigous.” Theseus tilted his head. “That is what this empire is known for. You didn't think that such qualities would be caused by harboring only one place of absolute necessity?”

“Uh, no?” Tommy held his arms close to his body. “I mean—fuck no. Yeah what great empire harbors only one fucking absolute necessity.”

Theseus then glared at the blond, who spun around. There was a door in front of them, and Tommy reached out for it; he opened the door.

Yeah, I'm either in the matrix or this isn't the same room, cause WHAT THE FUCK.

The room wasn't like the crappy one Tommy had been in—multiple beds and little room. What Tommy stood in was a whole ass executive suite. It was just one, bigass, luxurious, shimmering, sha-la-la type shit room.

And in the room stood the entire royal family, including a very much conscious Wilbur, who was sat on a king sized bed, sitting up. He had his arm in a bandage. The maid that dragged Technoblade there was no where to be seen.

What in the fuck. Tommy felt frozen as he faced the assholes. What in the fuckity fuck.

Prince Technoblade pursed his lips before speaking. “Theseus, what are you doing here?”

Tommy snapped out of his absolute horror to meet the prick’s red eyes. He glanced at the king and fixed his posture; Technoblade raised a brow at that.

“Well, I heard his highness was hurt. I couldn't stand idly by knowing that.”

Prince Technoblade slowly blinked before looking way. Tommy let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. At least he’s not absolute Satanic, putting me on the spot further.

Tommy heard Theseus scoff behind him. “Truly, he’s such a saint, isn't he.”

Tommy, probably would've cracked in smiled in a normal situation—but this wasn't a normal fucking situation. Because Tommy felt goosebumps prick along his skin as he felt blue eyes gaze down on him.

King Philza smiled slowly. “Theseus. I trust that you worked hard during your training.”

Tommy almost flinched. Right, forgot that the king helped arrange this whole fuck along with Prince Technoblade. “Certiantly, your highness.”

Prince Technoblade, judging by the way he were looking at Tommy as if the blond was from fucking Mars, definitely knew something was up. Plus, Tommy had yapped about how fucking miserable his existence was with King I-Don’t-Give-A-Shit-About-Boundaries pestering him all the damn time.

“What’s he doing in here?” Prince Wilbur snapped, a glare so harsh on his face compared to a few days ago, when he had last saw the bastard, who gave him a symbolic piece of toilet paper.

Didn't I already answer that fucking question, bitch? “A-as I've said, I'm just—”

“Don’t,” Theseus said, “don’t try talking back.”

Tommy stood there, soaking in the awkwardness of the room. Why? Isn't that how a damn conversation is supposed to work?

“Right…” Prince Technoblade said slowly as he continued to study Tommy, who stood there like an American fucking Girl Doll on display. “Wil, he kinda just said he felt worried.”

Tommy jaw dropped slightly. Well, butter my back, call me a biscuit, bro is really trying to recruit me or some shit cause holy stand up. Bro isn't a bystander—he’s an upstander.

Prince Wilbur practically snapped his teeth at his brother. “And I kinda don't believe him. Not after how nonchalant he acted after I gave him a—” he stopped, looking down at his hand.

Prince Technoblade seemed to immediately realize the shifty eyed prick was hiding something. “Gave him a what?” He glanced over at the blond. “Theseus, what did he give you?”

The fuck do I say? A secret handshake? I take back everything I've said about you!

Theseus, like the godsent bastard he was, spoke up. “Change the subject. He won't buy it, but he’ll pick up a sign and save it for later.”

Why the fuck am I an actor now. Tommy smiled. “Oh, please we were just— ow !” Tommy wanted, for the millionth time, jump out a window.

“That was so bad.” Theseus muttered.

Why the fuck do my wings act up now?! Tommy wanted to kill everyone in the room, including himself.

“Pardon, my wings have been hurting.” AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Prince Technoblade squinted his eyes at Tommy. “Seems so.”

“Well, I didn't mean pain , but like- it feels weird, ha ha.”

“Ha…ha…” Prince Wilbur said sarcastically slow, sharing the same expression as his twin.

King Philza, surprisingly didn't out Tommy, instead he walked up to the blond, who instinctively backed away. King Philza paused before looking back and sharing looks with the two princes.

Looking back to Tommy, there was a big smile on his face. “You said your wings feel uncomfortable.”

Tommy wrung his fingers. “Uh- yeah. It doesn't exactly hurt—but it’s definitely a weird sensation.”

“Your pin feathers shall be coming in soon.”

Tommy didn't know what the hell that was. “Oh, great.”

Philza’s grin became more amused-driven. “Do you know what I mean by that?”

“Oh,” Tommy glanced to his left. “No.”

Prince Wilbur scoffed. “Hadn’t I explained that to you a few years ago?”

What the Cinnamon Toast fuck? “I, uh, can't seem to remember.”

Tommy heard Theseus’s muffled laughter. He would’ve glared at the ghost if he could. Har har, bitch.

“I cannot even be shocked.” Prince Wilbur rolled his eyes. “You’ve been forgetting much these days.”

Bro. I'm just trying to participate here. “I’m sorry?”

The bastard’s face softened a bit, making Tommy think he's absolutely losing his shit and entering some parallel world in the matrix. Real Shark Boy and Lava Girl type shit.

Prince Wilbur glanced at his father, who still had that dry ass, fake ass, Jimmy Fallon, Bentellect, Dobby from Harry Potter smile on his crusty, musty, dusty, rusty face.

“Father, will he really be receiving his pin feathers soon?”

The king glanced at Tommy, his expression appearing a bit more genuine then. “Well, if he describes his wings to be uncomfortable—and they had recently stabilized—then there's no reason to not be prepared for that.”

“Oh, how awful. I don't think I'm mentally prepared to get anywhere near him.”

Oh, brother this guy STINKS. As if he didn't give me a dirty ass rag a few days ago that binds us to the power of fucking friendship. Tommy paused. Why would he even need to get near me, Theseus?

The ghost’s voice spoke from behind the blond. “I’m not sure. I can't seem to remember, but the name, I do recall. I believe it is connected to flock members, you know?”

I’m trying to. Tommy let out a breath.

Tommy felt himself tense up. This shit was a bad idea. He should've just fucked around those training grounds while he still had the chance.

Prince Technoblade looked as plain as the flavor vanilla in a thirty option ice cream shop.

“Wil, be easy on him. A lot has been going on recently—for all of us.”

All of us? Tommy fought to push down his expression. The fuck has happened to that bitch ass king? Or really Wilbur—until now, duh. Wouldn't be shocked if his big back fell down a flight of stairs. Low key wish that were me.

“Silence already.” Tommy heard Theseus groan.

Technically, I'm not fucking talking. Tommy thought.

“Don’t worry, Wil,” King Philza smiled down at his son. “Please, just recover. You don't have to do anything.”

Damn, well don't validate that shit. Tommy raised a brow.

“Speaking of which…” the king continued, “you still haven't explained what exactly happened to you.” The king crouched down to his knee, grabbing onto his son’s shoulder.

Tommy couldn't help but feel a spike of jealousy fill his heart. Not that he wants that bitch’s unlotioned hands to be anywhere near him, but how close they acted. Someone who cared for the other, and the opposite.

Prince Wilbur’s face melted a bit, then hardened. He pushed the king’s hand off him.

“I’m not saying shit,” he huffed, “around him .” The little shit glared at Tommy as if the blond was the prick who killed his mom—like damn.

The king’s frigid blue eyes landed on Tommy’s. The blond couldn't help but flinch—and the bastard wouldn't look away . Tommy watched as the piece of shit slowly shifted his gaze to his wings.

Tommy took a step back, making the king’s gaze darken.

Um, GG, chat—we’re dead. That's GG, I’m afraid.

King Philza slowly looked back to his son. “That’s fine. We’ll talk later.”

Prince Wilbur just stared down at his hands, which was, honestly, suspicious as fuck. Like, Amongus imposter type shit. Like, secretly Prince Hans from the Southern Isles type shit.

“I have to go, now.” King Philza said, standing up.

Prince Wilbur snapped his gaze up to the king. “But, dad—!”

“I already wasted enough time here, Wil. I have to go back to work.”

Wilbur’s gaze and body shrinked again. “Yes, your highness.”

What the flip phone. Tommy blinked. Did that rat actually just say checking in on his INJURIED SON was a waste of time? Tommy then looking at Prince Technoblade, who didn't seem shocked at all, and honestly, why would Tommy be? Theseus, and even the damn book had characterized King fucking Philza as a milk-grabbing, nonexistent, peace out meme, cold king. One so bitchless he treats his own kids like actual pieces of porcupine shit.

King Philza then turned around and walked toward the exit. Tommy and Theseus both fucked off to the side.

The king grabbed onto the doorknob before sparing Tommy a glance with a smile, then he left the room.

Holy Bruce Almighty, thank fucking god.

“Hey, Theseus,” Prince Technoblade starts the moment the king left. “What took you so long?”

Tommy’s jaw dropped a bit—because what the fuck? “Bitch, you—” Tommy froze, glancing at Wilbur, who stared back with wide eyes.

Wilbur grit his teeth. “What…did you just say?”

“Uh, I—” Tommy stuttered.

Prince Wilbur’s gaze was murderous . “What did you just say to my brother?”

Theseus chuckled. “Oh, shit.”

Tommy wouldn't literally tackled that punk to the ground if he could.

Tommy pursed his lips. “How his day was.”

Prince Wilbur’s face dropped impassive. “You asked him how his day was.”

“Yeah,” Tommy chuckled, thanking god Prince Technoblade wasn't being a complete asshole and outting the fuck outta him. “Y’know, gotta make sure his day has been swell. Going smoothly.”

Technoblade disguised his laugh with a cough, which had Prince Wilbur scowling, even as he didn't turn his eyes from the blond.

“ Liar ,” Prince Wilbur growled, “I’ll tell my father. How dare you act so pompous and rude toward my brother.”

What if I just got on the floor and sobbed?

“Now, you better apologize to him right now before I kill you myself.”

Tommy froze. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh fucking shit.

Prince Technoblade glanced at his twin with furrowed eyebrows before staring back at Tommy.

Tommy bowed his head a bit. “Uh, I-I apologize.”

“Say it louder, Theseus, I cannot—”

“ Wilbur !” Prince Technoblade suddenly yelled. “Stop!”

Prince Wilbur blinked to his brother, his eyes going wide as a nervous smile formed on his face.

“W-what?”

Prince Technoblade’s anger dropped immediately and he stared at his brother with the same level of shock. Then, he stormed away, walking past Tommy without looking at anyone.

He slammed the door behind him. What the fuck was that about.

Prince Wilbur sighed slowly, earning Tommy’s eye. “I’m getting tired of you.”

Tommy grit his teeth, feeling his anger boil up. He’s sick of this— being treated like trash. Never again. Never again is he going to be living like this!

“Go take a nap then, damn.”

Without saying another word, or allowing the prince to respond, Tommy followed Technoblade’s footsteps and left the room, slamming the door behind him.

Tommy stared down at his feet, leaning on the door. His anger exploded again.

Tommy spun around to the wall before punching it with a scream. He then screamed again, clutching onto his now broken-feeling hand.

He shook his hand in the air, prompting to calm himself the actual fuck down. Well. Win some lose some. I won that one.

“Not gonna lie, I have no idea what I just watched.”

Tommy turned around to see Prince Technoblade sitting on the couch in the lobby-like room Tommy had walked in on.

“Fuck, man.” Tommy covered his face with his hands.

“How long?”

“What?”

“How long have you hid your true self from us?” Prince Technoblade said, “how long have I believed you were a dry kid, scared of your own shadow?”

Tommy hesitated to respond, because honestly, how the fuck is he supposed to respond the that?

Tommy, instead of joining the prince on the couch, because ew, he dropped the floor, criss cross apple sauce style for real. He placed his elbow on his knee, keeping his head upright with his palm.

“I was just in pain,” Tommy said, “if I could've, I would take back every word I had said.”

Prince Technoblade didn't respond for a very long moment. So long, that Tommy started counting the amount of times he fucking breathed.

Then, by number seventy, the prince spoke.

“I like you more like this.”

Tommy glanced up to look at Technoblade, who wasn't looking at him and instead the ground.

“I like you more authentic—even if it makes you more careless.”

Tommy hesitated before smirking at the prince. “I can say the same about you you, Amazon river dolphin.”

Prince Technoblade laughed at that, and the tension dropped. “Oh, what? Did you call me a dolphin? What’s the Amazon?”

“Yikes, brother. American school system fucked up geography for real. Have you seen that Jimmy Kimmel video on YouTube?”

“Either I'm having a fever dream, or this doesn't make any sense.”

Tommy then watched as Theseus literally fucking noclipped through the wall from Prince Wilbur’s pity party room.

“What the Ghost from Christmas Past.” Tommy mumbled, causing Theseus to freeze and give the blond a sturdy look, motioning toward Technoblade.

Prince Technoblade raised a brow. “What?”

“Nothing. Just…talking to my consensus.”

“Your what?”

“It usually tells me what’s right and wrong.”

“Right, so I'm definitely having a fever dream right now.” Technoblade’s face dropped as he suddenly looked serious. “Do you have something to do with Wilbur’s injuries?”

Tommy froze. “What the fuck? I was literally with you, dumbass.”

“I know. But maybe you upset him?”

“Me, me, me, me! Why do I have to tell you that the world doesn't revolve around me?”

“Wha—that is a very strange way to put that you're not important.”

“Shut up, of course I'm important.” Tommy threw up jazz hands. “I’m just saying, I'm not a diabolical mustache twirling, William Afton looking psychopath just praying on the downfall of every single piece of shit in this castle—which is actually a lot. Kinda depressing.”

“What are you talking about—”

“Real Jojo Siwa I was a bad girl I did some bad things type shit. Like, what bad things did I do? Shit out glitter on a kid’s birthday cake? Like, who wouldn't do that?”

“Well, I just find it strange how Wil refused to answer the king’s question.”

“What does that have to do with me?”

“Did you seriously just ask that?”

Tommy groaned. “Ugh, I mean, what’s it to me if the world thinks I'm an untrust worthy little piece of shit?”

“Do you ever question anyone on why they treat you such a way?”

“Oh, what? Should I ask Satan over there?” Tommy waved his hand to the door to Prince Wilbur’s ‘room’. Tommy threw Technoblade a devil-like glare. “And don't exclude yourself from the rest of these insecure assholes. You've treated me the same.”

“Tommy,” Theseus’s voice was so strained Tommy turned to look at him. The ghost’s face looked even more white somehow, which is shocking because the little shit sounds British as fuck. Oh, and because he’s dead. Is that racist? No, Tommy, you're British too. “What are you doing ?”

Oh, right. Theseus didn't know Tommy was being a dumbass and doing this whole speak your mind therapy speech class type shit with the guy who has a nickname literally for killing people. Some Prowler cosplay going on.

“What are you doing?” Technoblade asked, making Tommy glance at him.

At least the two assholes are on the same page. Less thinking from Tommy needed.

“What, other than existing? I’m actually a professional dry paint watcher, so please respect my job.”

“You’re a what.”

“I thought the title of my job was pretty self explanatory. Like, this is some Sister Location Scooper room stuff—come on, use your brain, man.”

“I think it died after speaking with you.” Prince Technoblade leaned back on the couch.

Tommy didn't reply to that, because a) he didn't want to, b) eh, and c) he didn't want to. And also e) all the above.

Tommy clapsed his hands together. “Well, this has been utterly depressing and I think I would be more joyful attending my mother’s funeral.”

Prince Technoblade froze at that. He then narrowed his eyes on Tommy, who flinched and shifted himself so he was standing and moving toward the door.

“I mean, like, I'm just saying, this is really sucky, you know? Hate to see my brother in so much pain.” Tommy motioned toward the door to Prince Wilbur’s fuck around and find out room. “Really, it hurts my heart. Real Zoo Wee Mama kind of oopsie he did. Actually, I don't even know what the fuck he did. Though, I thought I did.” Tommy cut a glare to Theseus, who raised a brow in response. “Alright, so, see you!”

“Indeed,” Prince Technoblade sighed, folding his arms. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Tommy grabbed onto the doorknob.

“Right, great! See you tomorr—what the fuck.”

Technoblade smirked. “Didn’t I tell you, Theseus? I’m going to be teaching you how to fight from now on.”

Tommy slowly turned the doorknob. “I think I’ll just be getting a different teacher, actually.”

“Actually, I don't think you will.”

Tommy stopped moving. “What? Why?”

“Because,” Technoblade lifted a shoulder before dropping it. “I’m teaching you.”

“M’kay, that doesn't exclude the fact anyone else could.”

“But it does include the fact no one would be able to teach you better than I.”

Tommy lifted a brow. “That’s pretty fucking conceited.” He heard Theseus take in a short breath. He has some serious shit to explain afterwards.

“How can I not be when I'm at such a high status?” Prince Technoblade smirked.

“Oh, ew, put that away. This is so strong, I think it needs to be added to the periodic table. Like, the element of delusion.”

Prince Technoblade scrunched his nose. “Excuse me? Are you even speaking the same language as me right now?”

“I’m just saying,” Tommy raised his hands like a surrender. “There are other people more powerful than even you out there.” Like Dream. “You may be a force to be reckoned with, but you're far from invincible. Just like all of us. Just like me.”

For once, Prince Technoblade kept his mouth shut and just stared at Tommy with furrowed brows.

“That’s all,” Tommy smiled again, placing his hand on the doorknob and pushing it open. “See you.”

“Theseus, wait—“

Tommy slammed the door behind him.

Tommy would be lying if he said he wasn't running through the halls right now just to try a futile attempt escaping from a conversation with a certain ghost.

Same ghost who had strangled Tommy because specific words he had said. Aka the ghost is unhinged, aka be hinged, aka Tommy is royally fucked. Literally. Well, not actually literally—that would just be weird—okay, y’know what, no. Just focus on running, Tommy.

Tommy turned the corner and immediately crashed into a servant, who was carrying a literal barrel of laundry. Somehow, Tommy literally flipped in the air fucking Marty McFly style—literally—and landed on his back with a wheeze.

“Oh my gods!” The servant yelled out, looking at her mess that laid before her because of Tommy and his dumbass.

Oopsie fucking daisy, bitch.

“Shit- are you okay?” Tommy stood up, ignoring his pain before holding his hand out.

The maid, who was on all fucking fours, stared at Tommy’s hand blankly before a look of disgust filled her face.

She then literally smacked Tommy’s hand away. Tommy’s mouth dropped in shock, his eyes widening, because what the fuck?

“How dare you knock me over then offer your disgusting hand?” She said.

Oh, HELL no. “You tiny reptile brained idiot. I’m just trying to help you up.”

“What did you just call me?!” She screamed, her voice echoing throughout the hall like they were in the fucking Grinch live action movie.

I knew people didn’t like Theseus—but holy fucking Lucky from the Lucky Charms cereal advertisements. This bitch for real smacked my hand like I have the actual black plague.

“I said…” Tommy grit his teeth before instantly deflating. Honestly, what’s the fucking point? No matter what I do or say—this happens. I’m not even fucking Theseus and they still don’t care. It’s not because his character—well, maybe it is a little—but mostly because how his own family treats him. That’s their green code to treat Theseus like the actual Flik from fucking Bugs Life.

Tommy sighed. “Never mind. I apologize.”

The maid lifted her eyebrows as if she were shocked, which she probably was, because Theseus would usually smack the shit out these servants in the book.

Which is weird, because do they want to get their shit rocked? Tommy thought. Just both say ‘Fuck! Sorry!’ And move on with your fucking life. These bitches need to be taught that lesson. And stereotypical Hollywood New Yorkers.

Tommy moved and started picking up the articles of clothing dumped on the floor, tossing them back into the bin. They were dirty, which was great for the clothes, but not exactly for the blond’s poor hands. He’s gonna need Elsa’s conceal don’t fucking feel gloves because holy sun and sky. No thank you.

The maid was still just, on the floor, staring at Tommy with a dumb fucking face. Tommy smiled awkwardly before placing the bin of clothes in front of her.

“Uh, so, bye.” He turned on his heel, continuing down the hall.

Run like the fucking wind bullseye, Toy Story 4 was a scam. Still waiting for Titanic 2–

Turning around the corner for the next corridor literally stood Theseus, looking like a disappointed parent, his arms crossed with an unamused expression stuck on his face.

Tommy for real did a Scooby-doo halt, his shoes probably creating friction and shit.

“Holy roly-poly—!” Tommy was a second from head budding into Theseus like a damn wild boar.

Theseus smiled like a madman. “What are you running so fast for, Golden Boy?”

“Drugs- wait, no- women. I was running fast for women.”

Theseus’s snarky expression dropped, one impassive taking its place.

“Huh.”

“Yeah,” Tommy drawled, holding his arms out. “Running to my wife, Margarita.”

“I’ve never heard of such a name.”

“Obviously, you don’t speak with women.”

“Tommy, I am dead.”

“Oh. Right.” Tommy glanced around. “I meant like- maybe when you were alive.”

“Maybe?”

“Yeah, possibly.”

“Possibly?”

“Yeah…” Tommy scratched the back of his head, his other hand on his hip. “Go fuck yourself.”

“Fucking pardon me?”

“Wow, chill on the fucking profanity.” Tommy took a step back. “Jesus fucking Christ like- where’s the fucking bleep censor? Fucking fucker fuck , dude. Go fucking clean your mouth with fucking soap, you fucking degenerate.”

“What—“

“Okay, I can’t stand being around you any longer. Fuck this, I’m out.”

Tommy circled his way around Theseus before fast walking away. Right as he thought he escaped, like, again, a fucking Scooby-doo crossover episode, Theseus grabbed onto the back of Tommy’s collar, pulling him back.

“I don’t think so.” The ghost said.

What is this senior rizz? ‘I don’t think so, baby girl. Where’s my hug at first?’ Eugh, icky, icky, icky, icky.

“Get your hand off me.” Tommy said, doing his best to grab at Theseus’s wrist, with little avail.

“No,” Theseus growled like a damn gorilla, like, chill out, Tarzan. “You’re going to explain to me what I just saw back there.”

“Uh, Prince Wilbur Craft who was definitely not injured by you?”

Theseus let go of Tommy, grabbing onto his forearm and spinning him around so Tommy was trapped, staring into the ghost’s narrowed cold eyes. Just like the emperor’s. Tommy felt his wings ruffle uneasily.

Theseus inspected Tommy for a few seconds before scrunching his nose and furrowing his brows as if Tommy was an actual piece of shit.

“You are so useless.”

Isn’t that just unnecessary. “ The fuck? You don't even do shit, you just float around.” Tommy yanked himself out of Theseus’s grip. “The only difference between you and a chair is that a chair doesn't have any dreams.”

“And the difference between you and a civilized person is simply that you are not.”

“Ouch.” Tommy paused. “That’s also why Prince Technoblade knows I’m… me ! I felt a lot of pain, and didn’t…really care. I’ve been under a shit-ton of stress, okay?”

Theseus took a step forward. “You’ve been trapped in this position for how long? Quit feeling sorry for yourself.”

Tommy felt his jaw drop. Who does this guy- or ghost think he is? Slowly, a hysteric smile made its way onto Tommy’s face. He spoke deceivingly calm and slow.

“Who the fuck gives a damn about duration…if I’m dealing with things a million times worse than you had to?!”

Theseus grit his teeth. He just looked utterly murderous. “Oh, please. You haven’t even had to deal with Dream yet.”

“Yet! Holy fuck, you’re right!” Tommy threw his hands in the air. “It only gets worse. Oh my fucking god!”

“You have no inkling what I've been through.”

Tommy craned his neck forward, furrowing his brows. “Inking? Like a fucking ink sack squids shit out when scared? Because that’s what I’ve been. Scared . I’m fucking scared, Theseus. And you don’t care. So why should I care about your bullshit little plan?”

Theseus, to Tommy’s shock, smiled. “Because you have no other choice.” Theseus took another step forward, and Tommy took one back, but the ghost just kept walking forward until the wall hit Tommy’s back. “Because it’s not just my bullshit little plan, but also a God’s, and you do not want to see when XD is not happy.” Such raw emotion consumed the ghost’s voice at that. Realizing this, his eyes widened and he backed off. “I have to go—“

Tommy grabbed onto Theseus’s wrist. “No! No, you don’t ! You’re not going anywhere until you tell me what’s going on! ”

“Wha—let go of me!” Theseus pulled back, but Tommy dug his nails into the ghost’s wrist.

“No! Explain!”

“Tommy, let me go !”

“I will , just give me something , Theseus!”

“Get off!” Theseus started using his other hand to try and get Tommy’s hand off.

“Theseus, please, just be merciful and give me something for once in your life!” Theseus’s struggles became more violent. “You feel bad about having not been a good person, but now you can ! Just—“

“I’M NOT LIKE YOU!” Theseus screamed before punching Tommy across the face.

The moment Tommy’s grip lost as he fell to the floor, Theseus was gone, teleported.

Tommy slowly, with shaking hands, softly placed his fingertips against his cheek.

“Fucking hell…”

Chapter Text

“What the heck happened to your face?” Prince Technoblade asked the next day, standing outside Tommy’s door.

“I- got mad.” Tommy walked forward, closing the door behind him.

Prince Technoblade tilted his head, his eyes squinted. “So…you…punched yourself in the face?”

Tommy limply tapped his hands against his sides. “Yep. That’s what happened.”

“Uh…” Technoblade looked concerned. Which was fair. “Why?”

“I got mad—“

“ Why did you get mad?”

How can I make myself a victim today? “Uh, I just don’t…particularly favor the way Prince Wilbur treats me, y’know?”

Technoblade looked down the hall. “Yes. I do know.”

Tommy blinked in surprise. He wasn’t exactly looking for understanding. Well, that’s a first.

“Alright, what are we doing today? How am I gonna be beating you up?” Tommy grinned, feeling suddenly pumped up.

This type shit will help him become a literal Transformer. Screw the make a wish all star team, he’s gonna make the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles team, replace fucking Donatello, literally beat the Shredder, and dap up Bebop and Rocksteady.

“We’re not.” Technoblade began to walk back down the hall.

“What?” Tommy furrowed his brows, fast walking to catch up with the Prince. “Why not?”

“Phil wants us all to meet up. There’s a ball coming up in a few weeks, and he wants to discuss our requirements.”

“Requirements?” That’s gotta be an upgrade. Theseus in the book was never allowed to any balls, and was rarely let outside the castle. “What do you mean?”

“Our missions. What we need to do. Who, as princes of the Antarctic Empire, have to form alliances with.”

How could a bastard make his kids do such a thing? Whatever, this king doesn’t have the best track record, nor does the inspired time period.

“So, why am I going? I’ve never before.”

“I don’t know. But we should hurry.”

Tommy glanced at the prince with a sharp look. He took a step back. “Why wasn’t Sam sent to take me?”

A look of hurt spread across Technoblade’s face before it disappeared as quick as it came.

“Because,” he said, “I wanted to come and get you.”

Tommy raised a brow. “ You wanted to?”

Prince Technoblade turned around and began walking again. “Yes, I did.”

Tommy stared at the prince’s back for a few moments before a smile spread across his face. Tommy could get used to this. The blond ran to catch up with him.

“Hey, wait up!”

Prince Technoblade suddenly paused besides a door, probably to wherever King Philza wanted them to meet.

Technoblade seemed to talk himself out of saying something and placed a hand on the blond’s shoulder.

“Don’t…act like yourself.”

“What?”

“Don’t be you. Just for now. This is a little serious and I’d hate to see you put on probation.” Prince Technoblade acted like he didn’t care, but his words proved otherwise. “You should experience such things as social gatherings. It’ll be good for that small underdeveloped brain of yours.”

“The fuck you say to me?”

“Well, I don’t mean to be intruding into your personal comprehension matters, but—“

Tommy desperately wanted slap this fucker across the face. “Did you know…it costs nothing to mind your own fucking business, bitch? Yeah. Nothing. Just let that sink in.”

“Uh—“

“No offense, no offense—actually, full offense. Go fuck yourself.” Tommy pointed his finger at the prince’s chest. “Just because I’m not acting all submissive and princely for your insecure pink ass doesn’t mean—“

Prince Technoblade, with a bored expression on his face, slammed the door open, to reveal King Philza sitting down inside a little fucking tea party room. And Tommy fucking shrieked.

Sitting nervously at the table with breakfast food sitting in front of him wouldn’t do Tommy’s emotions justice. Being dragged down by the devil himself and being brutally hit with a sandal would be more accurate.

King Philza seemed to find the situation amusing, though. Whatever. Anything is better than mad. The bitch did that laugh that laughed like a laugh that made Tommy want to laugh, not out of happiness, but out of despair.

“I didn’t realize the two of you had gotten so close.” Anything is better than mad. Anything is better than mad. “I have to say, I was a bit shocked, but I’ll excuse my parental duties if that means my sons are getting along.”

Tommy almost choked on his own goddam spit. Why the fuck did you say it like that, bro.

Prince Technoblade, who sat directly across from Tommy at the table seemed equally mortified. Well, if you’d understand his facial expression. Tommy could tell by the way the prince’s jaw was clenched, how his eyes stayed focused in front of him. How still he was. Tommy had pissed this weirdo off enough to understand some emotion from the guy.

“Phil, he didn’t—“

King Philza raised a hand. “Techno, it’s fine. I’m not mad.” He glanced at Tommy. “Again, a little shocked, but not mad.” He then smiled, and Tommy then wanted to find the nearest location to a cliff. “What happened to your face?”

Tommy froze and looked over at Technoblade, who raised a brow at him. After a second, he sighed.

“We’re just practicing, Phil. If it’s fighting, he’ll get a little roughed up.”

Tommy would've prayed to the prince as if he were the Jesus H. Fucking Christ. Still, why the fuck did he do that?

King Philza hummed like a damn hummingbird. “How are your wings feeling, Theseus? Are they uncomfortably sore or itchy?”

Tommy blinked. “Yes, actually. They’re kinda tingling. It’s not a large problem for me, though.”

Prince Technoblade audibly groaned, earning a look of pity from King Philza.

“Ah, I see. Do you mind coming closer to me so I can inspect them?” Yes, I fucking do. “Like I’ve said, your pin feathers must be coming in.”

Tommy felt his heart speed up. His chair squeaked as he hurried it back. “Oh, yeah. Sure. Uh, could you please remind me what those are again?”

King Philza laughed, gesturing for Tommy to walk over next to him. “They are basically just developing feathers on a bird. It kinda looks like a feather shaft.” Tommy stood next to King Philza, who grabbed the teen’s forearm, spinning him around so the king had full access to his wings. As Tommy felt King Philza’s hand brush across his feathers, carefully shifting some to the side, he wanted to hurl.

He’s felt his same type of fear before. He can’t describe it, but it makes him want to go away. Fly away. Use his wings to get away. It makes him feel paralyzed, but then, he realizes he’s not an actual fucking pigeon or some shit, and maybe, possibly, okay definitely won't work.

“Yep, I see some.”

“See what?” Tommy couldn’t believe how choked his voice sounded. He flushed scarlet in embarrassment, to which Technoblade face palmed to.

“Ah, ah.” King Philza brushed a certain feather that brought a sharp, quick pain. “You have some blood feathers too.”

The pain was odd. It wasn't exactly any pain he’s felt before, because, well, he’s never had fucking wings before—but it was still weird. It wasn't as much pain as it was uncomfortable, though.

Tommy’s racing mind paused at the name. “A blood feather?”

“Mhm. That’s if the pin feather has blood stuck and in it.” Tommy is premiering in episode ten of: I want to jump out a window. “It’s when the pin feather is damaged. Gods, we should’ve pained better attention. Only I’ve gotten blood feathers because how much time I spent watching your brother’s wings when they were children.” He moved onto shifting around other feathers on Tommy. “Then again, I was forced to be near them, with them being children and all.”

Tommy let out a slow breath. With that logic, why weren’t you there for Theseus?

The king continued. “We’ll have to take of these soon. Gods above know how satisfying it is to remove pin feathers.” The king grabbed onto a particular feather that had Tommy bothered for the past few days. He then pulled, and Tommy felt something sliding off of it.

The only thing he can describe of that feeling of his feather being free is relief. He relaxed, slouching his shoulders. It was like an itchy place on his body finally getting scratched.

King Philza laughed. “Yeah, I get that mate. That one looked like it was bugging you.”

At that, Tommy forced himself to snap out of it. He took a step away from King Philza, ignoring the way how his wings fluttered with frustration. Like they wanted more. Tommy’s only response to that is fuck off and get a job. Not that wings could get a job, but, it’s just- shut up.

“Yeah, ha ha.” Tommy slowly backed away, almost freezing at the look King Philza gave him that, a more forced smile as his eyelids drooped. “Tha- thank you very much.”

King Philza didn’t respond which took and put Tommy on edge. Whatever. Just sit down and look at your empty plate, Tommy.

The moment Tommy sat back down was the moment the door opened. Prince Wilbur, with a servant trailing him entered the room.

Wilbur scanned the room, looking at what looked like every detail until his eyes landed on Tommy. His eyes narrowed.

Tommy curled his lips. Don’t hate the player, hate the game, dude. Real Hunger Games type shit. Rememer who the real enemy is, bro. 

Prince Wilbur must’ve been auditioning for a role in Jurassic World Four, because he was standing still like a damn T-Rex was standing in front of him. Frozen, like this was a damn game of Freeze Tag. Like Elsa fucking gave him a frozen heart.

Prince Technoblade glanced between the two of the them before rolling his eyes.

“Wil, sit down.” He said.

Yes, physically and mentally. Take a seat. Sit down.

Prince Wilbur finally took his gaze off Tommy to glare at his brother. “Oh, shut up, Techno.”

Nonetheless, he sat down, next to his brother, and just looked forward. The servant pushed his chair in.

Minutes passed of just uncomfortable silence, and Tommy was basically holding his breath, waiting for Prince Wilbur to do something , but he didn’t.

He looked like a flash bang victim, not really moving or looking at anyone in particular.

King Philza sighed. “I see your injuries have healed, Wilbur.”

Prince Wilbur snapped out of his trance to look at his father. “Oh, yes. I was given a healing potion.”

“That’s good, that’s good.”

Oh my god. Tommy thought. This shit is fucking awkward. Bro, we lost the plot for real. Literally, actually. I don’t know what the fuck is going on anymore.

“Yeah,” Prince Wilbur said slowly, dragging his gaze to Tommy. “It is.”

Tommy raised a brow. Dude, what the fuck? Don’t drag me into your damn conversations.

“Well?” The prince said, folding his arms and leaning back in his chair.

“Uh- what?” Tommy straightened. Rozzy chill, Rozzy chill, I need everyone to spam Rozzy chill—

“Aren’t you going to apologize for yesterday?”

Tommy fought the urge to roll his eyes. Bro. You’re insecure. Be secure. “Ah, right. I apologize, your highness.”

For some fucking reason, that made Prince Wilbur more upset. He grinded his teeth like a damn cartoon character. Acting as if he were Mr. Fucking Krabs realizing he got his penny finessed.

Tommy just tried to ignore it. He looked away. Let me just slick my hair back to show you all how totally chill I am right now.

“You insulted me, and that’s all you can come up with?” That is actually diabolical.

“Well, what do you want me to do?” Tommy matched his attitude leaning back. He glanced at the king, but he wasn’t even looking at them, instead eating his food, so Tommy kept the act up.

Prince Wilbur dug his nails into his arms, his eyes widening slightly. “What did you just say to me?”

“You said apologize, so I said sorry. What, should I carve out my heart and give it to you in a box as an apology?”

Prince Technoblade disguised his laugh as a cough. Tommy deflated, realizing how stupid he was. Prince Wilbur’s eyes widened before he looked away.

“Techno,” King Philza said, placing his fork on the table. “Tell me, what have you and Theseus gone over?”

Tommy blinked in surprise, shifting his gaze to the old fuck at the head of the table. Is he…changing the subject? That was not on my bingo card. Bro could’ve just said ‘Zip it, lock it, put it in your pocket’ and there would be nothing we could do.

“Uh…” Prince Technoblade seemed a bit shocked as well. “Well, I’ve taught him the basics to the art of sword fighting.”

“I see, and how have you been picking that up, Theseus?”

Tommy forced himself to smile. “Very well. Thanks to Prince Technoblade’s help, of course.”

King Philza’s expression fell into a closed eyed smile before he continued eating.

The room fell silent.

Well, that’s one way to shut us up. Personally, I would've just executed everyone if I were him, but I’m not Him. I’m just some pathetic little fucking youngest sibling that just super sucks. Like, that would be the name of my Twitch Donation. Super sucks.

Tommy glanced at Prince Wilbur again, who was now just glaring at his empty plate in front of him, slouched forward.

Tommy sucked in some air. This man must've been like, invited to every single pity party on planet earth to act like this. Honestly, what’s his problem? It’s like he’s finding reasons to get mad at me…

Tommy looked at Prince Technoblade, who raised his brow. Tommy gestured toward Prince Wilbur, and the prince just lifted a shoulder in response.

Tommy, like Prince Wilbur, slouched in his chair a bit. This shit honestly sucks, and King Change The Subject wasn’t much help either.

Why is this happening to me? Tommy thought. I’m literally just a  guy. 

Prince Wilbur sighed, and he looked suddenly very sad. Once he caught Tommy staring, though, his eyebrows furrowed and his glare was back.

Tommy gave him a tired look. You helpless little fuck. Prince Wilbur looked away. Womp womp.

“Right!” King Philza clapped once. “So we all know how the kingdoms surrounding us will be showing. It will take place in one of our ballrooms, of course.”

One of the ballrooms. Tommy fought the urge to roll his eyes. Of course.

“To, of course, unite our connection with the other kingdoms. Which means it’s our job to maintain our relations.” He glanced around the room. “We will be having a guest here, and be picking him up the night of the ball. He’s the only son of the sovereign Jschlatt”

Tubbo, Tommy thought, good at least that's still on plot. He’ll be showing up with Ranboo too, who is his personal servant.

“So, we won’t have to worry about the son, but we will have a chat with Jschlatt. Wilbur.”

Prince Wilbur ducked his head. “Yes, father.”

“Theseus, because this will be your first formal ball, stick close with your brothers.”

Tommy nodded. “Of course, your highness.”

Prince Technoblade folded his arms and smiled softly.

King Philza looked amused as he fixed his gaze on the middle child. “You’re not getting away with this, either, Techno. I want you to greette newest group of nobles who’ve entered our kingdom. The ones I introduced to you a few months back.”

“Dang it.” Technoblade leaned back in his chair, head falling back.

Well, this is new information. Tommy thought, staring back down to his plate. Never knew what happened to Prince Technoblade during that middle school dance.

Prince Wilbur huffed. “I better not be stuck with Theseus tailing me all night.” Acting like I'm fucking Slenderman. Creepypasta type shit.

Tommy glanced up at the prince with a glare, who returned it. Tommy instantly looked away, pursing his lips. Though, Tommy noticed Technoblade looking in his direction.

“Father,” Prince Technoblade said, slowly, curiously, “there is another seat next to Theseus. Might it be extra?”

Tommy blinked at this. He glanced next to the chair next to him. Sure, before, in that big ass dining hall area, there had been extra seats, but not here.

King Philza slowly sipped some tea from a cup. Eloquence radiated off of him.

“Indeed,” King Philza smiled, placing the cup down. “There will be someone else joining us this morning.”

Prince Wilbur looked to his father. “Who?”

King Philza clasped his hands together. “Well…”

Tommy felt his breath stuck in his throat. His blood ran cold. He had an idea, but it couldn’t be- it can’t -

“His name is Punz, and—“

Tommy shot up, slamming his hands down on the table. And then, fucking crickets . Also, Jiminy Cricket because everyone was staring at Tommy, but he couldn’t move, his mind just his racing.

Punz? Dream’s former guard? Why is he coming and not Dream- I thought- what the fuck? Tommy felt his breathing pick up, but he couldn’t care. Punz…isn’t meant to be alive at this point in the story. He got killed by Prince Technoblade when we took over their stupid fucking kingdom…so, why—?

“Theseus,” Prince Technoblade said, “what are you doing?”

Tommy glanced at each of them. King Philza just raised an unimpressed brow, the rest of his face neutral. Prince Wilbur just looked utterly shocked, his brows scrunched up in a ‘what the fuck’ position.

Tommy grit his teeth. What can I even say? It’ll be suspicious if I ask to leave—not like this wasn’t suspicious enough.

Prince Technoblade then stood up as well. Tommy watched as the prince circled around the table, to where Tommy was standing before grabbing onto his wrist, pulling him to the door.

Prince Wilbur seemed to snap out of his daze. “Wait, what the fu- where are you going?”

Tommy watched as King Philza’s face grew a calculating expression, his fingers entwined together, his elbows on the table. He stared at Tommy with interest. Again, Tommy felt that burning sensation in his wings, his legs growing weak. He willed himself to turn away.

Once Technoblade pulled Tommy out of the room, shutting the door, he let go of the teen, spinning around to face him.

“What the heck was that?”

Tommy ignored him, instead pacing back and forth in the hall.

“Fuck…” Tommy bit his hand, he can’t tell Prince Technoblade anything.

“Theseus?”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Okay, I feel better now.”

“What are you—?”

Tommy stopped abruptly. He doesn’t have to make some fucking fuck-like excuse. If Tommy reminds Technoblade who the hell Punz is , then—

Oh. No. Never mind. Scratch that. Tommy sighed. I feel stupid for even thinking that. These royal fucks here take track of names. That’s why Dream was not immediately killed getting his job here as a tutor—even after fucking up because the dumbass didn’t think of making a code name for his…code name. I’ll just sound crazy, but it was never fucking Punz that fucked right on over. It was Dream . So what’s going on?

Tommy sighed. “Let’s go back in.”

“What?”

“The room?”

“Yeah, but why?” Prince Technoblade narrowed his eyes on Tommy. “Will you not tell me what’s wrong?”

Tommy laughed nervously under the prince’s cold gaze. “Should I have to? We’re not all that close, anyways.” Being a victim always works out. Certified victim, let’s go.

Prince Technoblade, at that, looked away, his lips curling with distaste, and he just looked overall pissed . Which, honestly, hashtag relatable.

“Fine.” Is all he said. He sounded strained, reluctant, and the way his eye twitched was uncharacteristic. He’s the most impassive piece of shit in this whole damn castle.

Tommy narrowed his eyes on the prince, but wasn’t stupid enough to ask about it.

Prince Technoblade grabbed onto the doorknob, ripping the door open and storming inside. Tommy bowed his head and entered the room again.

Tommy glanced at Prince Wilbur, who was scowling at him with a glare.

Don’t ask about it. Don’t ask about it. Don’t ask about it—

“So? What the hell was that?”

FUCK.

“Nothing,” Technoblade yanked out his chair, glaring at servant who looked like she wanted to push it in; she back away with a ducked head. “It’s none of your business.” He plopped down in it, arms folded and an unshakable scowl stuck on his face.

Prince Wilbur scoffed with a smirk, obviously amused by his brother’s irritation.

“Keep smiling like that, and I’ll slam your head into this table.” Prince Technoblade growled.

To that, King Philza hummed, glancing between Technoblade and Tommy.

Tommy ignored the suspicious looks and sat down in his chair, scooting himself in.

King Philza gazed at a maid standing behind him, who instantly straightened. She nodded once, as if the king even spoke shit, dashing toward the exit.

Prince Wilbur groaned, his amused expression dropped to something murderous as laid his eyes on Tommy. “I still don’t understand why we need to hire someone for protection.”

“He’ll just be making his rounds around the castle, Wil.” King Philza lifted a shoulder, unbothered. “Anyhow, if it doesn’t work out, I’ve hired many more guards to protect you three.”

“I don’t think there is any protecting from recklessness.” Prince Wilbur drawled, his eyes pointed at Tommy.

Tommy mouth dropped a little, tilting his head as he looked around the room as if confused.

“I say we play our hands into fate.” He continued.

Tommy pursed his lips. Nah, bro’s a black flag. Anyway, I have no problem agreeing with your Pink Drink haired colored ass.

Prince Technoblade didn’t speak a word, he just ate some of the meat that had been previously on his plate.

The door opened again, and Punz walked in, along with a servant.

Tommy wanted to leave. Like, literally leave out a window. Like he’d rather watch Baku Deku slime than sit in that chair for another moment.

Punz immediately bowed, like so fucking low it looked like he was getting down to a handstand.

“Greetings, your majesties. I am blessed to be allowed to be on your highnesses’ mixed company.”

Tommy wanted to bang his head on the table.  I need a trusted adult.

Tommy, ignoring the short conversation between King Philza and fucking Punz, grabbed some steak from a big silver plate, hoping he doesn’t need to hold his pinky out or some bullshit like that.

He put it on his plate, cut into it, stabbed it like a fork, imagined the steak was Theseus or someone for a moment, and ate it. And Tommy melted.

Oh my fucking god. He thought, immediately getting another piece. Not gonna lie, this steak is kinda good. Why couldn't this steak be my dad.

“Theseus?” King Philza said, snapping Tommy out of his wonderland. Like, he was literally Alice.

He paused his chewing, staring up with wide eyes.

King Philza had that stupid smile on his face. “Give your greetings to Sir Punz.”

Tommy glanced at the dusty haired bitch. So, you’re Sir Punz now. Well, again, actually. The fuck are you planning? To ruin my meal time? Accomplished. You can check that off your bucket list.

Tommy swallowed the piece of steak. “Greetings, Sir Punz.” That was enough Pride and Prejudice for these cunts, right? Right.

Punz inclined his head, and didn’t say anything. He’s pretty sure greetings are supposed to have a ‘how was your day’ or ‘the weather has been nice, huh’ type shit, but maybe they don’t care about global warming in this world.

Tommy watched as Prince Wilbur rolled his eyes. He glanced and smiled at Punz.

“It’s very nice meeting you. I hope all goes well moving forward.”

I hope to see cupcakes and rainbows in my future, too, but we don’t get what we want all the time, huh.

Punz smiled back. “I am honored to be treated so kindly by such prestigious nobles.”

Tommy wanted to fucking face palm so badly. Why is he playing suck up? I mean, obviously he’d want this bitches to like him, but Christ, that shit was so obvious, and—okay, Wilbur is eating that up.

Prince Wilbur grinned, satisfied, leaning back in his chair, to which Prince Technoblade rolled his eyes to.

King Philza motioned to the chair next to Tommy. “Please, Sir Punz, sit next to my youngest.”

Punz nodded. “Of course, your majesty.”

Well, ain't this just a son of a bitch. Tommy watched as Punz sat down in the chair. The bitchass servant behind him even pushed in his chair.