Summary: People who think and hope he bit Techno: Noo we just had bedrock bros! Their relationship will be tense!
Me and Cyber: Oh it's so much worse. *twin cackles*
Notes: Oh goodness I think Cyber made it worse than i had it XD
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Ranboo doesn't know what happened, It had been a couple hours since Techno had left Tommy in the bedroom after confirming he had fallen asleep. After that none of them had thought much of the human, there had been a brief argument with Tubbo about whether or not he could go and go and check up on Tommy. Luckily Ranboo had been able to dissuade him, reminding him that his buzzing wings and loud footsteps tended to wake Tommy up. In reality Ranboo just thought Tubbo made too much noise in general, though he'd never tell the easily enraged Anthocapradae that of course.
So after much whining and many demands for justice on Tubbo's part, Ranboo finally managed to convince Tubbo to stay in the living room while he went to check up on Tommy. If the human was awake maybe he'll be less tired than earlier. Maybe they could even convince him to come eat a snack with them!
He barely gets within hearing distance of the room before those thoughts are immediately sidelined. His ears flick rapidly as he speeds up his pace, he can hear muffed whines, strangled pleading words, heavy breathing, and deep chested sobs escaping from the door that Techno had left slightly open. They echoed eerily in the empty hall of the ship, as Ranboo broke into a sprint desperate to find out what was wrong with Tommy and praying that whatever pain he'd been in earlier hadn't worsened. He threw the door all the way open and quickly dashed into the room, eyes darting around expecting to see Toomy up and crying, or maybe curled up in a corner, possibly squeezing Shroud close.
Instead Ranboo is faced with the worrying realization that Tommy hasn't moved an inch and hasn't actually awoken at all.
Tommy lies still on the bed half curled in on himself, tears streaming down his face from clenched eyelids. His face is splotched with red, and his eyebrows screwed up in pain. His hands are clawing at his chest, and he twitches occasionally as if he's being shocked. Shroud is crawling frantically all over the bed chittering, hissing, and whining desperately trying to wake up his human friend. His efforts are futile and Tommy continues to twitch and cry in the center of the bed. Shroud looks up when Ranboo enters the room and hissing frantically he crosses the room at an alarming speed heading straight for Ranboo!
For a moment Ranboo panics, thinking that Shroud might attack him, or chase him from the room before he can try and help Tommy, but instead once the Shroud reaches him the massive Strenx only begins tug incessantly at him, snagging the edge of his pant legs with his mandibles and dragging him toward Tommy.
He didn't need to be told twice. He quickly advances toward the bed and crouches down a little, reaching a hand out to Tommy while gently calling for his name.
Except that seemed to be a mistake. The first time Tommy heard his name, his eyes had flown open, but instead of the terrifyingly sharp and almost glowing crystalline blue Ranboo had become accustomed to, Tommy's eyes were a blue so dark they almost looked gray. They were wide and the pupils rapidly dilated to huge black circles almost swallowing the gray blue entirely, then before Ranboo could back away they shrunk again smaller then before, narrowing down to pin sized holes that focused in on Ranboo like lasers. Tears continued to stream from Tommy's eyes, but still those eyes focus on him, his gaze is so powerful it feels as if Ranboo is pinned in place by a physical force unable to blink, unable to move, frozen where he stands.
Tommy blinks and Ranboo takes the brief moment of respite to try and pull his hand back to avoid the burning liquid pouring from Tommy's eyes, but the second he moves, so does Tommy. As if the movement had triggered a reaction, Ranboo suddenly realizes that those eyes were much closer to him then they had been before. Dangerously close.
Before Ranboo can so much as blink, much less ask his friend what's wrong and try to comfort him, he finds himself on the ground, Tommy's full horrifying weight atop him as the human curls his fingers into claws and pins Ranboo's shoulders to the floor. Shroud shrieks in surprise at the sudden movement, but before Strenx or the Enderian are able to get over their surprise, Tommy is already moving to the attack. Like a striking Velé Tommy's neck bends unnaturally as his head and most importantly his mouth come down on Ranboo.
Ranboo barely manages to get his arm up in time to intercept the deadly strike before it reaches his neck, but that also means that his arm gets the full force of the attack. Tommy's jaw and teeth wrap around his arm in a vice-like grip and Ranboo lets out a scream, as the teeth puncture his flesh. Then Ranboo's scream rises in volume and pain when Tommy's saliva begins to drip into and around the wound, the liquid burning worse than water as it begins to corrode his skin. Heck, Ranboo swears he can feel it bubbling in his blood.
And so Ranboo doesn't hear the thundering steps heading towards them, no he's too focused on the pain as he struggles against Tommy's superior strength, and deadly grip on his arm. He struggles harder when Tommy's teeth sink in even further and desperately tries to kick out at the human. The human retaliates by removing one of his hands from Ranboo's shoulders and moving it to encircle those rough slender oddly jointed fingers around Ranboo's throat. Ranboo is slammed against the ground once more, and he wails, unhinging his jaw as he screams for his Haunt, his Family.
Ranboo vaguely registers screams of his name, before Tommy finally unlatches himself from his arm, though that itself isn't painless. Tommy doesn't willingly let go, no Wilbur, Tubbo, and Techno all had to pry his jaw open before they yanked him away from Ranboo. Philza immediately let's go and dashes over to Ranboo as the others deal with a writhing, snarling Tommy. Tommy, who hesitates briefly when Tubbo begins to talk softly in his ear and Shroud bumps violently into his leg, before resuming his thrashing. Though even this slowly peters out as he seems to wake up a bit more.
Ranboo is quickly swept up in Philza's grasp, as the short man scoops Ranboo's lanky frame up from the floor. There is a blur of pain, rushing wind, and black feathers block his vision, and Ranboo begins to squirm in the hold as he realizes that they are leaving the room, and more importantly, Tommy behind.
"W-wait! He's- he's just scared!"
He pushes more against Phil, ignoring his burning wound.
"It was all my fault-"
"We aren't going to hurt him Ranboo, but we need to get him to calm down!"
"Phil, Cornering him isn't going to do SHIT"
Tubbo apparently agrees and he immediately tries to dart around Techno and Wilbur. Trying to dash in and comfort the slowly calming human, only to be snatched from the air as Techno grabbed onto his shoulder as Tubbo passed by the Dura, stopping the Anthocapradae from flying head first into danger. Techno grabbed all of them actually, even snagging one of Shrouds legs as he backed them all up toward the door. Once he was sure that any sudden moves wouldn't make Tommy lunge at them again.
Tommy was pressed against the furthest wall from the door, crouched low to the ground, tears still flooding out of his eyes, his breathing hard and fast. Like he couldn't take in enough air, Ranboo desperately wanted to calm him, they shouldn't have left him to sleep alone. Hell, he shouldn't have been towering over Tommy when he knew he was already distressed in his sleep. He felt his heart clenching as he stared at the clearly distressed human even as his blood dripped sizzling and popping to the ground.
Tommy looked over at Ranboo, barely managing to see his vague black and white figure through his tears with an expression of regret and fear, shaking uncontrollably.
Phil starts pulling him away and heads towards the Medbay to treat his wound. They need to get that thing taken care of as soon as possible especially since nobody knows just how... corrosive human saliva can be. Tubbo had mentioned briefly in passing just how dangerous they could be. So while they are not certain how dangerous it will be, they do know it is dangerous and that it must be dealt with now.
He can only hope that the others are able to calm Tommy down from his panic, he dreads what Tommy will feel like once he's calmed down.
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None of them could get to close.
Wilbur watches helplessly as Techno and Tubbo try communicating to Tommy, trying to calm him down, Tubbo flying closer until he is snapped at- quite harshly- and he is forced to backpedal again. Wilbur doesn't know what Tubbo is feeling, but he doesn't doubt it's worse than what he's feeling.
The very person that has been keeping Tubbo safe, warm, and who he has bonded to the point of considering Tommy cluster, is in a state of hysteria and fear so strong that he doesn't even recognize Tubbo. His eyes still blurry enough that it's clear the dream still has some hold on him.
Even Techno seemed conflicted, he kept snarling and chuffing as if he couldn't decide whether he should scold and threaten Tommy for hurting his crew, or hold him close and comfort him.
They had at least discovered that whatever haze Tommy was in he reacted mainly to sound, it seemed that when Tommy was this disoriented and agitated his sight became unreliable. They had discovered this when every time Tubbo's wings buzzed with anxiety Tommy's head would snap toward him giving his full attention to the direction of the sound. Tubbo kept taking this as his cue to come closer, only to pull back every time as Tommy swatted or snarled at him when he came close.
Tubbo hisses in distress.
"What do we do?"
He feels helpless, he fucking hates this! Tommy is right there and they can't do anything! Tubbo can't approach him, and if he can't do anything, then none of them can do anything.
"We do the only thing we can do"
Techno places a paw on the back of Tubbos wings, corralling him back out the room. Tubbo struggles against it.
"We give him space, let him relax, we can't do anything right now and getting closer only makes it worse"
Tubbo blanches.
"But-"
Techno cuts him off.
"No Tubbo, I know you want to help him, we all do. But he doesn't want anyone or anything near him"
At first they thought it was just them, tall human-like shapes, or just- bipedal people in general, But even Shroud wasn't welcomed in his space, getting a choked snarl anytime Shroud tried to get too close.
Techno didn't attempt to get any closer, not knowing how he himself would react once he got close enough to Tommy. The image of Ranboo on the ground, pinned helplessly as Tommy attempts to tear his arm off was enough to send a spike of protective instincts roaring through his blood, the urge to fight or hurt Tommy rising inside of him. But he can't because Tommy didn't mean to. He'd never mean to, and he thinks that would be punishment enough once he gets to his senses properly.
Techno glances over at Tommy who is glaring vacantly in their direction, he's not really focusing on any of them specifically, but he is definitely aware of their presence in the room. Tommy twitches when Tubbo shifts position, and Techno swallows a worried chuff before he gently places a hand on Tubbo's shoulder and leads him out of the room. He guides the anxious Anthocapradae towards the living room and settles him on the couch trying to calm the young boy. It's at moments like this that Techno is reminded that Tubbo isn't even a fully grown Anthrocapradae, he's just a Capra really and he's seen far too much pain for a kid his age. It makes something twist in his stomach but Techno ignores it and starts to make some tea. Wilbur watches as they leave, his gaze following them all the way until they turn the corner and leave his sightline. Then slowly he turns back towards the hu-Tommy.
He and Tommy really haven't gotten along so far, the most progress they've made is that Tommy at least accepts his presence near him, if only to torment the Orcam. But surprisingly, despite the fact that Tommy doesn't like him, finds it highly amusing to antagonize the Orcam, and apparently is willing to attack the crew, Wilbur...Wilbur doesn't hate him. How could he aside from a few minor pranks that annoy the heck out of him, he has to admit that Tommy is- well he's funny. He lights up every room he enters, he brings an energy to the ship that wasn't there before. He brings out a sort of joy and love in Tubbo that wasn't there before, heck he brings it out in all of them. Sure they loved each other, but before Tommy came along with his incessant need for constant snuggles, they never really made a big deal of SHOWING that they loved each other. It was...nice..
Even though they can't really talk to each other properly (though that particular problem has slowly been improving as of late) it feels as if Tommy is able to communicate with the crew in a way that they never had, or perhaps in a way that they had long forgotten. He can only imagine how much more they'll be able to learn and feel when Tommy can actually talk to them. Once he can tell them his favorite colors, his favorite foods, his life, his story. Not for the sake of Wilburs insatiable curiosity but just to...KNOW Tommy. To know the boy with the golden hair, sharp teeth, sharp words, and eyes like blue supernovas.
Wilbur yearns for that day. He likes him, but Tommy doesn't let him get too close unless it's to torment Wilbur.
He walks carefully back into the room, alerting Tommy to his presence. Tommy, who is still breathing rather rapidly, strangled growls sounding periodically as he shifts uncomfortably from his place in the corner. Wilbur stops a little ways into the room, leaning against the adjacent wall and scooching a little closer, before he slides down into a sitting position.
He knows Techno said to give Tommy space, and he agrees, but he doesn't want Tommy alone, that's what caused this (He thinks anyways, does being alone while sleeping affect humans?) in the first place. So he will just.. sit here, a presence that Tommy can use to ground himself more fully in reality.
So he stays quiet when he hears Tommy choke out a strangled cough. Keeps his tail from twitching when he hears Tommy whimper and mumble words out, whispering sounds and threats that he could barely catch. With his advanced vision he can see Tommy curling further into the wall, still holding himself and even shivering, Wilbur doesn't know if it's from the cold or fear but fuck does he hate seeing him like this.
He shuts his eyes, trying to resist the urge to get close and just- hold Tommy. He starts to hum- well, to his species it's a hum, but Tubbo claims
"That's no hum! Your mouth is open that's not humming! It's singing!".
Still it's close enough. He wants to distract himself and to fill the room with a sound other than the heartbreaking sobs that make him want to hold Tommy close.
Abruptly, the sobs, whimpers and mumbling stops. Shit, was that the wrong thing to do? He stops humming, worried and slightly unnerved before he hears a whine from Tommy. Tommy has lifted his head from his knees, and is staring at Wilbur with something other than anger, and fear. His eyes still look glossy, red and wet, but there is a sharpness there that wasn't there before, a spark of blue behind the numb grayness that has persisted in his gaze since they first entered the room
Wilbur looks back at him timidly, he has no idea what the fuck to do.
Tommy hums, copying the tune that Wilbur had sung.
Oh.
Wilbur quietly clears his throat.
"You... want me to sing?"
He counts this as a win when Tommy doesn't flinch, his eyes do harden for a second, before Tommy hums again.
Got it. Just sing.
He continues, letting the tune flow out of him quietly, low and quiet. The notes flowing through the air, it's a lullaby- he thinks anyways, this isn't one of his songs, and it's not one he's super familiar with. Still it has a nice and low sound, one makes you feel like nothing could ever go wrong again not while that song plays at least. Still it sounds so much better with a-
He snaps to attention, abruptly sitting up with an idea and startling the hell out of Tommy.
"Shit- sorry, let me just-"
He gets up, doing his best to not spook Tommy any further then he already has and runs to his room. He scours the room and finds his favorite instrument. An Orcam Guix, a stringed instrument, sitting in the corner. Stringed instruments are a pretty universal constant honestly, so many species have them even if their shapes and sounds vary, they are relatively simple to make, and so they are pretty common. As Wilbur heads back towards Tommy and Ranboos room he starts to wonder if maybe humans have stringed instruments. After all they aren't the utterly feral beasts everyone claimed they were, it wasn't a stretch that they could have developed enough to have music of their own. If they do have instruments he wonders what they sound like. Is it like his orcam a low vibrating hum, or would they be more like the high vibrating tone of the SÏl from Phil's home planet.
"You ready for an adventure?"
He says to the Guix as he dashes down the hall, in his haste he nearly trips over his own tail. Right before he enters the room he forces himself to stop and take a deep breath instead of just barging right back into the room. He realllllly doesn't want to startle Tommy right after he'd finally started to calm down..
He pads softly back into the room nervously playing with the Guix in his claws. He slowly walks back to his spot and slides back down to his spot on the floor. Tommy is watching him warily, but his gaze is curious, and his crying has abated somewhat. Wilbur settles himself more comfortably against the wall and floor, tucking one of his legs under him and letting the other stick straight out, then after one more deep breath he pulls the Guix into his lap and begins to tune the instrument twisting the strings down into their notches as he plays a few chords and tests the sound of his beloved instrument.
He sees Tommy perk up at the sound.
If they can't physically get closer, then maybe he can help from afar.
He leans back, taking a deep breath before strumming a few more chords from a familiar song. A song his old friend made. He hums a few quiet notes, not singing the words, since he's not really familiar with them, it's not in a language he knows. Hell, not even the translators can pick it up. So definitely not common. Still he likes the sound of this piece and decides to continue anyway, even if he can't really do it justice.
He hums the same tune then loops it, repeating from the very beginning, the chords falling from his fingers easily, as if they're merely water flowing through his fingertips. He nearly jumps out of his scales when he hears Tommy hum from a position far closer to Wilbur than he remembered.
His eyes shoot open and discovers that Tommy is barely a foot from him, leaning toward him from his crouched position his fingers splayed across the ground as he stares at Wilbur from beneath heavy lidded eyes. He falters back half a step when he sees that Wilbur's eyes are open and for a moment they both freeze staring at one another, then with a deep stuttering breath Wilbur resumes his playing, twining his fingers through the strings as they stare at one another over the Guix. Both waiting for the other to do something.
Tommy's eyes scan Wilbur and he tries to not fidget under Tommy's gaze, keeping everything but his claws still. He thinks this is the first time Tommy has actually gotten a good look at him, like properly. Granted the room is still kinda dark, but his eyes allow him to see everything just fine. Still he doesn't know if Tommy's eyes work the same way, though the darkness doesn't seem to deter him.
Tommy leans a little closer and Wilbur leans back- or well he tried to, in the tenseness of the moment he'd forgotten that his back is already to the wall, he's already trapped. So instead he bows his head down, a submissive gesture one that younger Orcam would do to show respect to a leader or to calm down a podling..
He doesn't see or hear a response until he feels a chord go out of tune.
He stops playing all together,and looking up he sees Tommy's hand outstretched towards his Guix.
Wilbur clears his throat quietly.
"Do.... Do you have these on.. earth?"
Tommy tilts his head at him but says something quietly, mumbling under his breath some words he doesn't understand though that doesn't exactly narrow down what he could be saying. 'Earth' and 'Tommy' were really the only human words he knew. But still he takes this chance that has been granted to him and he talks.
His claws strum the Guix again.
"This song I'm playing... I don't really know it, a friend, the one that we are visiting in a few weeks made this song. It's in a language I'm not familiar with"
He keeps his voice low and gentle, just like the chords that he gently plucks from his instrument.
"It wasn't finished the last time I visited her, I only memorized what I could"
He stopped talking after a while, replacing it with humming low tunes to match the melody. He hears Tommy also sync up with him, even beginning to ever so slowly lean even closer to the nervous Orcam.
He doesn't know how long it was, but at some point his claws and hand get tired so he stops, the room going silent aside from their breathing. He lets his claws relax but immediately remembers that the silence may not be a good idea. This is confirmed when Tommy tenses backup and his eyes begin darting around the room indicating extreme discomfort.
Then he feels Tommy lean against him, like he's trying to make sure Wilbur is there. It sets off something deep inside Wilbur, he gently wraps his tail slowly around Tommy's legs, not tightening his grip, just leaving it loose in case Tommy doesn't like it.
"Y'know, we're headed over to meet Phil's wife"
At the sound of Wilbur's voice and Phil's name Tommy looks at him, his eyes widening when he realizes just how close he is to Wilbur. For a second, he does nothing.
Then, like his body was starting to lose power, he leans back into Wilbur, muttering under his breath another series of unintelligible words, though Wilbur does catch him repeating Phil's name.
Wilbur nod's though as if he knew exactly what Tommy meant
"Yup, Phil has a wife, hard to believe I know, ancient bird has a wife, who- in my opinion- should be captain of her own ship. It's named after her for fucks sake. She'd make an army kneel if she wanted"
Wilbur feels the human lay more weight on him, and he struggles for a moment, the human was a lot heavier than he was ready for, nor was he ready for how... physical Tommy was being. Tommy didn't even want to be near him unless it was to torment him, and now he's basically cuddling him!
He continues after squirming a bit, trying to find a comfortable angle.
"After we visit dear Mumza we're gonna get you your very own translator, then we can speak to you! And you can speak to us! Maybe I can ask you to please not torment me even!"
He makes sure to keep his tone light and teasing, letting out a playful and very quiet shriek when Tommy gently pokes him in return, which results in Tommy letting out a very quiet and subdued chuckle. Still he laughed and Wilbur would take it.
Wilbur taps the Guix.
"A good old friend of mine will be helping us, She's from a species called Lily Paddlers. Supposedly they are related to a similar creature on some... water planet? I'm not really sure on that one. But she's got these beautiful spikes on her back that have kinda a spoon shape at the end. And the cool thing about them is if they are threatened they can make these colors flash through their spikes and give really bad nausea and headaches, make enemies too dizzy to fight back"
He rambles on about his friend, about how it's been such a long while since he last saw her, maybe 6 years? He's sent the boys out to her planet for errands and such, but he hasn't had time to visit himself.
Soon, he grows tired, leaning his head back as he gently squeezes Tommy closer to him, Tommy who was already out.
He'd like to hear Tommy one day, get to know him and his passions, hear him ramble. That sounds nice.
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"So how are we mate?"
Phil finished checking up vitals on Ranboo, being as quick and thorough as he can. He may not be a scientist or doctor but he does know how to use the basics on all the machines. Luckily there was no bleeding, at least not anymore Tommy's saliva had coated the injury, while not a good thing in the slightest it had burned and seared the skin, closing it off, and preventing the wound from bleeding Ranboo dry.
Thankfully due to Ranboo's unique biology there didn't seem to be any major issues. He didn't appear to be infected, and the skin, though irradiated and flushed, no longer looked like a crime scene. Due to the fact that Ranboo's three organs were not particularly susceptible to outside influence, it appears that they are able to fight off Tommy's unique set of toxins. Honestly though Phil hates to say it, they're lucky it was Ranboo who got bit and not one of them. Enderians can't really be killed via toxins of any kind because their world is essentially just one giant toxic waste, so they have adapted. Meaning that out of everyone on this ship, only Ranboo is able to survive a human bite. Heck Enderians might be the only creatures in the universe able to survive it. Still Phil's not taking any chances it's unlikely that Ranboo will get sick, but not impossible. So he intends to keep a sharp eye on the Enderian for the next few weeks. Phil's thoughts are abruptly cut off by Ranboo's response
"I'm-"
Ranboo hisses in pain when he moves his arm, the angry purple welt and burn shimmering oddly in the light.
"I'm okay, the Magma cream helped"
Tubbo is sitting next to him, buzzing worriedly.
"What even happened Ranboo? He'd- he'd never attack you like that... I know he wouldn't"
Tubbo appeared heartbroken, not betrayed, however, something must have happened, he doesn't think Ranboo caused it but something happened.
Ranboo stares down, thinking back.
"I- I don't know, I think it was a nightmare"
Tubbo still looked skeptical.
"But he's never reacted so violently before!"
"Because we never left him alone since you found him. He always had us sleeping near him, he always had noise around him. He slept when Techno was there but once he left that's when it happened, maybe humans can just tell if something is there or not in their sleep"
"I-... actually that makes a little sense I guess, he could always tell when I was trying to leave, he'd pull me back in his sleep"
Tubbo thinks back to all the times he has tried squirming out of Tommys grip in his sleep, but somehow Tommy wouldn't wake up but still latch onto him and stop him from leaving.
Ranboo nods in agreement, having also been a victim of Tommy's sleepy cuddles.
"Exactly like that. Shroud was trying to wake him up and he pulled me towards Tommy the second I came in. I tried waking him up gently, but he woke up and his eyes Tubbo... He was so scared. I-I don't know what he was seeing...."
Ranboo runs his hands through his tail, which he had been holding anxiously in his grasp.
"Whatever he was seeing wasn't me, he's never looked at me like that before, Void, he always looked at me with a determined and angry look since the very beginning, not once did he look at me with even a hint of fear, but when he looked at me just now..."
Ranboo admires that fearlessness, whether it's a human thing or a Tommy thing. Which makes what just happened all the more terrifying. What could have scared Tommy THAT badly.
Phil looks between Ranboo and Tubbo, and seeing their crestfallen faces he tries to change the subject.
"Well, you're alright for now mate, once Tommy calms down we can reassure both him and yourselves, I can't imagine what he'll think once the situation fully sets in for him''
Phil looks Ranboo in the eyes.
"you'll both have to make sure he doesn't blame himself. If he truly sees you as pack then the realization that he hurt one of you will devastate him-"
Keyword being he tried to comfort them.
"Phil, you're making me feel WORSE!"
"I'm sorry mate! But it's true! Just make sure you're ready for it!"
"You could have at least waited or broken it to us gently!"
"Seriously Phil!"
"Wha- I'm just doing my best here!"
"Not good enough Old man!"
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Techno was at the helm, keeping an eye on the nearest planet. They were really close to Phils home planet, a day away at most. He knows Phil is checking on Ranboo, Tubbo is currently with him and he thinks Wilbur is with Tommy. He disproves the idea, and is seriously worried that Wilbur could get hurt but Tommy is awake now and having him alone wouldn't be a smart idea. Not in the state he woke up in.
He heard a hiss next to him and begrudgingly moved his right paw to pet Shroud on the head. He is rewarded with pleased chitters.
"I really hope whatever Wilbur is doing doesn't result in him being maimed, bit, sliced, or in the immediate decrease in his life expectancy."
Shroud hisses at him, tilting his head.
"Yea you're right, he's probably fine"
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Suddenly Wilbur regrets his decision.
He wakes up after a while, perfectly fine and normal right?
Then he feels himself being squished under the weight of a fully passed out human leaning against him. Tommy is still fully lying against his side, his arms around Wilburs waist and his tail (the traitor) is wrapped between Tommys back and the wall.
How the Netheria did Tubbo not get crushed?! He's so much smaller and more fragile than Wilbur, then again Tommy never leaned into Tubbo as far as he's aware. Always hugging him rather than daring to put too much weight on him.
So now he's got a human using him as a giant pillow. He grumbles quietly but freezes when Tommy moves around, tightening his grip on Wilbur (and suddenly this is a lot less fun, when his air supply has decreased significantly).)
He jolts when he hears the door slide open, his tail tightening around Tommy and he gives a low growling hiss, protectively clutching Tommy closer. He immediately spots Phil looking at him, apparently bewildered by the fact Tommy appears to be sleeping on Wilbur.
Wilbur looks down at the boy, debating on asking for help to get him off of him before his eyes soften. He didn't want to disturb his sleep, it seems like he needs his rest after that nightmare. So even if Tommy is much heavier than he thought he'd be for such a scrawny little thing he will endure it and let Tommy continue sleeping on him.
He looks over at Phil, giving him a slightly pained look.
"Phillllll help he's is a lot heavier than I expected"
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Notes: Phil Does not in fact immediately help Wilbur; he instead gets the rest of the SBI and takes several photos before he even considers helping. The others are highly amused, and Wilbur is grumpy.
CrimeBOIS LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! I try my best, I've never written these characters before, at all. These types of characters and interactions are things I have never written, nor any characters in such a situation as these guys. So I am literally swimming in the deep end, no life jacket or NOTHING.
Edit CyberGeist: Nonsense you're doing great, come on y'all let's hear it in the comments for Ender!!!
This is my first story on AO3 and my first story in a good like almost 6 years and my past stories I've never finished. But I'm determined with this one and I actually have shit planned.
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