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indecision

Chapter 2: a familiar tune (only you know the song)

Summary:

Tommy wakes up in his childhood home.

Notes:

guess who finally has an idea for a plot? m e

anyway, i hope you enjoy and don't forget to take care of yourself!!!

(i love protective techno, especially over his twin brother soooo)

Chapter Text

Wilbur could hear a familiar lullaby. 

 

His vision swam before him, colors blending together and too bright of lights stung his eyes. Light blues and whites swirled and danced, reminding Wilbur of story long lost, one that his father used to tell him.

 

The lullaby continued. 

 

Trying to turn his head, a soft voice cooed at him, telling him to stay still. A warm hand cradled his face and he couldn’t help but lean into it. 

 

“Go to sleep, Wil,” The voice told him. “We’ll still be here when you wake.”

 

Wilbur drifted to sleep again. 

 

  • ──────✧❅✦❅✧──────•

 

Wilbur and Tommy. Tommy and Wilbur. 

 

It was only the two of them. 

 

That’s what they told everyone. 

 

“Don’t know our parents,” Wilbur said one night, before L’Manburg was truly free. “Just me and the gremlin child.”

 

Then, Tommy had shoved his brother, ignoring his laughter and ignoring the others’ looks of pity. Tommy didn’t want their pity, their regret, their compassion as they asked if he wanted to talk about it. No, he didn’t want to talk about it because then, it brought up memories and words that were best left forgotten, left behind as they ran through the snowy woods, hoping the guards wouldn’t notice. 

 

As they hurried out of the kingdom, the sun slowly rose behind them but yet, they couldn’t stop. As they walked along a path their father told them never to follow, they hoped that no one would notice Wilbur’s pink hair that would be later dyed or Tommy’s blue eyes that matched their brother and father. As they stood on a cliff before the Empire, they abandoned their cloaks that had the clasp that a royal would wear. 

 

“Just me and Wil,” Tommy told Tubbo when he asked again. “He’s fucking annoying but he’s all I got.”

 

No one questioned them. And it wasn’t a lie, was it?

 

It was just Wilbur and Tommy.

 

Tommy and Wilbur. 

 

That was okay. But everyone goes home eventually. 

 

Tommy woke in a familiar room, dressed in the underclothes of his L’Manburg uniform. Light blue covers were pulling up to his chin, as if someone had to make sure he was warm. The ceilings were high, the windows to his left showed a winter wonderland with a setting sun, and old toys and trinkets were scattered around the other furniture. 

 

Laying next to him was a cow plushie, one that Tommy left behind years ago. 

 

Sitting up, he felt no pain. Nothing ached, nothing hurt, nothing slowly burned at him until he learned to ignore it. He felt...fine. 

 

He felt okay. 

 

Tommy grabbed the cow plush and rubbed his thumb over the fraying ears, loose thread curling around his fingertips. He had that stuffed animal for as long as he could remember, taking it with him wherever he went even when it was against the unspoken rules of royalty. His family always let him take it. 

 

The cow’s nose was faded. 

 

Pushing himself out of bed, Tommy kept the cow plushie in his hand but looked over the room carefully. It was posh, fancy but it was his childhood room, the one he grew up in. Moving away from the bed, Tommy moved towards the windows that were tinted blue.

 

The Antarctic Empire was one of the most powerful countries in the world and that came with drawbacks. When Wilbur and Techno were only seven and Tommy was a baby, someone snuck into what was called the ice castle, determined to kill the heirs of the throne.

 

They found their way into Techno and Wilbur’s room and Wilbur woke up to someone leering over him, a knife glinting in the moonlight. 

 

That was the first time Techno truly lost it. 

 

When Phil opened the door to their room, Techno and Wilbur were huddled in the former’s bed, Techno covered in blood. The assassin was only a bloody mess on the ground. 

 

Techno had voices in his head, a curse put upon him a long time ago. And once the voices in his head got a taste of blood, that was all they ever cheered for. 

 

Techno started training the next day. The royal family moved from the ice castle on top of the mountains to the mythical stronghold buried in the mountains three days later. And Techno never let Wilbur out of his sight for months.

 

The stronghold was in the ice before the Empire laid claim to the Antarctic. It was left alone for a majority of the time on account of the labyrinth that it was. However, the royal family knew how to make their way through the maze, a sort of family secret if you will. It was meant to be an escape route if the castle was ever overtaken. After all, people who have accidentally wandered into the stronghold never came back out.

 

After the attempt on the princes’ lives, Emperor Phil decided to move them all into the stronghold. Only the royal family knew how to make their way through it and anyone else could be led to their own demise. However, they kept up the image of living in the castle, of being cold, of being untouchable. 

 

But life changed after it. It only made sense for the two eldest, one by only minutes, to become protective over the youngests. 

 

It was the Empire’s motto: familia ante omnia.

 

Family over all. 

 

Tommy looked out of the tinted glass, its tint there to help it blend into the ice around it. He could see the capital of the Empire, the lights from the lamps and homes coming on one by one. 

 

It was a view he was all too familiar with, having watched it for years when he was growing up. It was nostalgic and it almost brought a smile to his face. 

 

But then, everything came crashing down again.

 

Dropping the plushie and not even noticing it hit the ground, Tommy suddenly turned and sprinted towards the door, yanking it open. It revealed a hallway made of stone bricks and Tommy skidded into it, taking a sharp turn and sprinting down a route that he knew too well. 

 

It led him to a room that he came to all too often and the teen didn’t hesitate to push open the door, searching for his brother.

 

Wilbur lied there on his bed from youth, fast asleep but alive. And Tommy could only let out a shaky sigh of relief because they made it. All but twelve hours ago, Tommy and Wilbur were exiled from L’Manburg and from the Dream SMP as a whole. And twelve hours ago, Tommy was stumbling through the woods with a dying brother. 

 

And he called for their family to come save them. 

 

Tommy’s father preached family above everything. But Tommy couldn’t help but begin to second guess his choice. 

 

Technoblade, now King of the Empire who ruled alongside the Emperor, sat next to his twin. Tommy didn’t notice him at first but once the initial relief wore off, he found himself staring down the feared Blood God. 

 

Ever since that night, Techno had dedicated everything to learning how to fight. He travelled around the world, sometimes bringing his twin when the voices didn’t want to let him out of their sight, and trained under some of the best fighters. He brought back swords, weapons, fireworks, knowledge and always blood. 

 

The world started to call him the “Blood God”. 

 

Their father looked for a spell to break the curse. Techno had to learn to live with it. 

 

“The Blade,” Tommy tried to sound excited, happy, anything in between but the waver in his voice was undeniable. “How are you, my friend?”

 

Techno only stared at him curiously. “You’re taller.” 

 

“What?”



“You finally grew a bit,” Techno returned his gaze to his twin’s peaceful face. “You’re taller than Phil.”



Tommy wondered when he started calling their father ‘Phil’.

 

“How is he?” Tommy jerked his head towards the middle brother, moving slowly towards the bed. He took a seat on the foot of it, keeping his fidgeting hands in his lap. 

 

“Good,” Techno said. “You were lucky we found you when we did. A few minutes later and Wilbur might not be here.”



Tommy swallowed roughly. “Well, good thing you were there, huh?”

 

“We gave him healing and regen,” Techno continued. “It wasn’t infected so it healed up nicely. He should wake up by tomorrow.”

 

Tommy let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Thank fuck.”

 

The youngest and the eldest brother sat in silence for just a moment, neither knowing what to say. It’s been five years since they last saw each other and things change, people change. Everyone changed and there was nothing they could do about it. 


“Are you okay?”



Techno’s question came out of the blue and Tommy snapped his head up to meet his brother’s gaze. “What?”



“Are you okay?” Techno repeated. “You guys looked like shit when we found you. You were bleeding.”



“I was?”



Techno only nodded. “You should be fully healed now. But are you okay?”



“I think you answered your own question, big man.”



“Theseus, what happened to you two in these last years?”