Tommy shot up, eyes immediately darting around the room, finding themselves onto someone he's never seen before.
Casually sitting in an armchair reading a book was a man. He was dressed in a cream-colored dress shirt that had ruffles on the collar and sleeves. About his waist were sleek, black pants in which his shirt was neatly tucked in. And on his feet were shiny black heeled boots that led halfway up his calf's.
His face reminded Tommy of the elves he'd seen in the video games he and Tubbo used to play. It was long and slender, his chin sharp, and eyes fox like. He had an apparent elegance to his features.
Crowning his head were locks of pale pink hair that formed a long braid, stopping just below his waist. A dark red ribbon tying it all together in a neat bow.
The man suddenly snapped his book shut, startling Tommy. "You gonna keep staring?"
Tommy growled, "Who the fuck are you?"
He shrugged, "Your brother apparently." Stretching, he gets up and dusts his pants. "Now that your awake we can go meet the others." He calmly walks to the door and beckons Tommy out.
Tommy stubbornly stays put, "Brother, how the fuck are you my brother?"
"Phil's bloodline courses through your veins as do mine." He states and says nothing more, waiting for the other to follow.
"No way in hell do I consider you, Wilbur, or Philza my family." He hisses.
The man sighs, "Do you want to do this the hard way Tommy? I'm not too keen on dragging a child through the halls at the moment." He pauses, "You know you've lost anyway right? Don't you feel it, the sore neck, the throbbing teeth. That's the start of the transformation. Soon enough your heart will stop beating and your eyes will change as well as other things. You can no longer go back to your previous life even if you wanted to."
Tommy lowered his head, hands curling into fists. His face began to scrunch up in barely hidden sorrow. He sniffles and wipes his nose. "I know." He says, voice barely above a whisper. "Will I at least be able to see Tubbo?"
The man seems to think for a bit before answering, "That's not up to me. I'm sure it might happen if you cooperate enough." He again turns to the door beckons Tommy out.
Reluctantly, Tommy follows him out the door. It's silent as the two navigate the halls of the mansion.
"What's your name anyways?" Tommy asks.
Without turning he answers, "Technoblade, or as you probably know me as, The Blood God."
Despite the situation Tommy couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of his name. "Really, Techno and then blade? That's your name?"
"You got a problem with it?" He says, shifting to Tommy who immediately stiffens under his glare.
Tommy began to sweat, "No, no, no, of course not! Its an uh- interesting combination of words. Its a cool ass name to have."
Technoblade snorts, "I'm just kidding, lighten up a bit will you?"
"Can't really lighten up a bit when your going to have to play house with psychopaths." Tommy says, a dry laugh escaping his lips.
Technoblade hums, "I wonder how long you'll be able to keep that stance."
He opens a door to reveal a lavish living room with both Wilbur and Philza sitting on the couch in the center of it. Both men immediately perked up when they heard them enter.
Philza pats an open space on the couch. "Come on mate, sit right down."
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Tommy found himself in between Wilbur and Philza. His head was on Philza's lap and the rest of his body on Wilbur's, who was humming a sweet tune. On one of the chairs was Technoblade who was still reading his book, occasionally glancing at the three as time went on. It was domestic really, from an outsiders perspective it would look like a family spending time with each other. Tommy knew better.
It was strange. The moment Tommy entered the room it was like he entered a haze. When he locked eyes with Philza's he felt a feeling of comfort and need. He had tried to fight it off course, he didn't want to go down so easily. But alas, he was too weak to succeed. He eventually found himself willingly walking towards him. Philza's eyes held a certain softness he couldn't resist. Tommy wondered if this was what Tubbo felt.
That's when he realized how tired he actually was. He'd been fighting for so long only to fail so miserably. It was pathetic really. Wouldn't it be better just to give up? It was so nice being cared for like this.
He shifted a bit and buried his head into Philzas clothes, which the other chuckled at. Soft fingers massaged his scalp and played with hair.
It felt nice. It really was nice.
Wait.
He shook those thoughts away. No, he couldn't. This was wrong; he didn't agree to this. He never wanted this. They're a bunch of crazy assholes who can't take no for an answer. Despite the domesticity of everything it was still wrong.
Though, he would have to comply for now. He needed to come up with a plan. Gathering information would be his top priority.
Besides, this is nice. After all hes been through it wouldn't hurt to indulge a little bit right? Even if they were the cause of it.
So he did, and sunk even deeper into their touch, eventually falling sound asleep.
It was nice to rest peacefully after so long.
"He doesn't realize he's already sinking."
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Took a bit shorter to recharge my batteries than I thought, so here you go.
Anyways hope you enjoyed this chapter, the next one should be up in about 2-3 days.
To anyone who reads this far, have a nice day, or night, wherever you are!
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