Why Me? {Magical Boys Benchtrio}

Mum! Am I adopted?

Tommy woke up to the sound of a soft guitar and the taste of smoke and ash. He was laying on something soft, but firm. It wasn't exactly uncomfortable, but it definitely wasn't the best place to sleep.

Tommy shifted, trying to get more comfortable. The guitar stopped.

"Tommy?" Wilbur's voice said.

Oh, he must have fallen asleep on the couch again.

The blonde boy pulled the thin sheet over his head, "five more minutes..."

Wilbur laughed, "are you sure? You seemed to want this axe pretty bad."

Tommy opened his eyes to see Wilbur sitting next to him, the axe leaning on the wall. The room he was in was small, with a few windows and a single door, but it was cosey enough. Soft white curtains hung from the windows, barely letting a red tinted light shine through.

Tommy sat up with a wince, "where... Where are we?"

"This world is called Daessempii." Wilbur smiled softly, "Phil brought us here."

Tommy's eyes went wide, "we... Were in the magic world?"

Wilbur nodded, plucking a string on his guitar and causing a small sphere of blue light to float into the air, "it's pretty amazing actually. And your wings are quite handsome."

"Wings!?" Tommy turned to look at his back.

Two red and white wings fluffed up behind him. They were surprisingly soft.

"Wait, where's Tubbo and Ranboo!?" Tommy tried standing up, but his head spun.

"Woah! Woah!" Wilbur caught his brother, "they're okay. They're recovering in the next room. Do you want to see them?"

Tommy nodded, leaning heavily on Wilbur. Wilbur grabbed the axe before guiding Tommy out of the room.

The hallway wasn't much different than the room. The distant sounds of explosions made Tommy wince as they walked. It was unnerving how quiet the building was.

"They're here." Wilbur paused in front of a white door labeled infirmary, "but, just to warn you... There's been a lot of casualties in the war..."

Tommy slowly opened the door. Rows of beds were filled with injured people. A young woman was tending to a man with cat ears, the man having large gashes down his arm. There was a man with a large scar on his eye sitting next to an unconscious Sapnap and another man in a colorful hoodie. In the far end, sat Schlatt and Puffy, talking quietly to each other. Next to them was Ranboo and Tubbo.

Tommy sucked in a breath of smokey air, making his way toward his friends. Schlatt and Puffy looked up, both in their magical forms, but didn't say anything as Tommy reached the beds. Tubbos upper half and horns were almost completely wrapped in bandages. Tommy could see harsh burns where the bandages didn't cover his skin. Ranboo had bandages around his shoulder, stomach, and tail, spots of blood showing through.

Wilbur came up, placing a hand on his brothers shoulder, "they're stable. We're just waiting for them to wake up."

Tommy nodded, pulling his wings closer. It was terrifying seeing his friends like this. It made war seem so much more real.

"Phil wanted to talk to us after you woke up." Wilbur told Tommy.

The blonde boy nodded. Wilbur lead them out of the infirmary. The two walked down the hallways until they reached a large room. It seemed to be some sort of base camp. People were milling around, preparing weapons and practicing magics. In the far corner, young children threw colorful sparks at each other.

In the center of the room, talking to a green centaur, was a man with large black wings. He laughed at something the centaur said. The man caught sight of Tommy and Wilbur, waving the centaur off as he started walking towards them.

"Um, hello." The man gave them a small smile, his wings tucking in, "I'm Philza. I, um... How are you feeling?"

Tommy shrugged, "I'm okay."

Philza nodded, "you, uh, you've grown up so much... Both of you."

"So you..." Tommy glanced at Wilbur, "you're our dad?"

Phil sighed, "yes..."

Tommy paused. After everything. The orphanage. No one wanting him. Here was his father, welcoming him home with open arms. Tears pooled in his eyes.

"Dad!" Tommy cried, running forward and hugging Phil tightly.

Phil wrapped his wings around his youngest son, holding him tightly to make up for seventeen years of absence. Wilbur stood off to the side. He had already spoken to his father.

Phil had asked Wilbur if he ever resented him for abandoning them. Wilbur told him no. He understood why they had to leave, and that he knew that Phil loved them.

The young woman from the infirmary ran over, "Phil! Ranboo's awake!"

"Ranboo!?" Tommy's head shot up.

Phil pulled his wings back, not quite letting go of Tommy as he addressed the girl, "thank you Niki, I'll make my way to see him."

Tommy grabbed Phil's sleeve, "I'm coming too."

Phil smiled softly, "I expected you too. He'll be happy to know you're okay."

Tommy grinned, stumbling to keep up with his father's quick pace. His wings fluffed up. Tommy vaguely wondered if he'd be able to fly with them. But his excitement was dashed when he saw Ranboo.