LMAO THE POV CHANGES AND FLOWS JUST GO WITH IT I'M SORRY-

"I'm your friend, Tommy"

And he actually believed it. Tommy took the words to his heart after being cast out by his best friend, while others stood by and just watched. His life was now as lonely as could be, but then Dream said that. And Tommy believed him.

In the beginning, when Dream would tell Tommy to drop his stuff, Tommy would hesitate, laugh, or even talk back. His joy would end quickly by the blunt end of a few punches and the threat of an ax. Every time it got a little easier to break Tommy, and Dream was loving it. Not only was he enjoying it, he was basking in the fear and the little crack that grew in Tommy's spirit each time he would punch him. Tommy didn't enjoy it, and after a week of the same situation every day he didn't bother to make much of anything or even collect items for his own.

Tommy tried to keep his secret hidden, but the large appendages coming out of his back needed to be freed once in a while. He noticed his wings growing in after the first war, and could only attribute it to his father's genes. They stopped growing about one week into exile and they were getting harder to hide.

Tommy bound his wings even in L'Manburg, not wanting anyone to know he was 'one of them'. He kept his wings folded and wrapped tightly behind his back. It's not like he knew how to even use them anyway. His father hated him, he could never go to him to learn. So he kept them bound. He wanted to brag about them and fly above the clouds but he didn't let anyone know about them. Not even Tubbo. Fear in the back of his mind kept saying they would think him a traitor, or that they would find out of his heritage. There would be times in between activities or few minutes throughout the day when he knew he was alone and would let them free. But in exile there wasn't much time in between, so he would always unbind his wings right after Dream had left, and bind them as soon as he was up.

Dream was unpredictable with his visits, but what Tommy knew was that he would visit once a day, every day. No matter what. No more, no less.

When he had seen Dream leave for the day saying, "I'll be back tomorrow Tommy, don't break the rules okay?" He went to his tent and unwound his bindings. It felt good to spread his wings after almost the full day Dream had spent with him. He walked to the front of the tent and moved his wings in an up and down motion a few times before sighing and turning around. There stood a man in the green hoodie, mask just above his mouth, smirking at the discovery he had just made.

When Dream found out about Tommy's wings, he was delighted to have new leverage. Instead of punching him and threatening his life, he would throw him to the ground and threaten to break his wings. Easier and less amount of effort to keep the British boy in line. Slowly but surely the boy no longer hesitated to throw his items down and let them blow up. He was cooperative and no longer 'disobeyed' as Dream called it.

After about a week of the constant bombardment of Dream's visits, Tommy had a few hours to look at his stashed loot under his shack. A chest full of diamonds, emeralds, and some armor he had collected. He put the sword into the chest and climbed the ladder to the ground floor, replacing the block and going on his merry way. It wasn't until two days later he had realized his mistake.

A cow.

Tommy had shoved a cow in a boat down into the hole when he first cleared it out, he wanted to have someone to look after the chests, rhetorically of course. Robert, the cow, was only there because it gave Tommy hope somehow, he didn't know really either.

Two days later, and Dream had just blown up the few items Tommy had in his inventory, Tommy didn't complain. Tommy didn't say anything in fear of his wings, the only thing he had left was his, being taken from him. The thought of losing them made him tremble.

Dream thought he had broken him, he thought he had shattered his spirit, crushed to fragments which he could replace with the words of his false tenderness, warmth, companion. He thought.  That was until his mind detected a sliver of rebellion, and he went looking. He heard a cow, but there weren't any cows around. When he heard something below him he broke a few blocks to look. He had found a chest and a cow.

Dream had much displeasure in the fact Tommy hid something from him and it growing by the second. The irritation and anger flew over Tommy's head and he didn't notice Dream's smile being replaced by a scowl.

A sharp blast came from behind him, and as his head whipped around to see what had happened, he unconsciously said the wrong thing, "Dream what the fuck?" The sound came from his 'vault'. And he knew he had messed up.

Even minutes later, the pounding in his ears from the explosions wouldn't stop, and he couldn't hear a thing. The pounding turned into ringing as he started to hear the familiar shouts of his friend, "WHAT DID I TELL YOU TOMMY! I FUCKING TOLD YOU! NOW I HAVE TO GET RID OF EVERYTHING!" His voice got quieter as he walked up to Tommy, "I thought we were friends. And you were lying to me. All I asked was for your armor and weapons every day, nothing more. And you couldn't listen, could you?" Tommy just stared at the destruction before him as though he were a statue. His base blown up, the portal destroyed, the Christmas tree gone, "Dream please forgive me I-" he looked up. "Tommy, sorry doesn't cut it. Tubbo exiled you for a reason, and now you need to learn a lesson in listening."

Tommy's ears were still ringing and his brain still fuzzy, but he could feel the foot connecting with the middle of his back between his wings. He couldn't move his arms or legs, Dream had tied them together. Dream leaned in with his knee on Tommy's back, "Tommy, it's time for you to start over. No attachments." He grabbed one of Tommy's wings and spread it out. "DREAM PLEASE DON'T DO THIS! PLEASE DREAM! I PROMISE I'LL BE BET-" His pleas were met with a sharp ax and agonizing pain. His wails were not met with pity, another swing of Dream's ax which connected with his second wing's base. More screams filled the air as Dream untied Tommy and stood up.

"I'll be keeping these, I bet they will make good wall art," he smirked and dragged the grey feathered wings covered in blood behind him and disappeared.

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Techno and Phil were walking up to the portal in the underworld when they saw it somewhat broken. "Oh..." Philza paused. Technoblade stood there as he began to rummage through his bag for some obsidian and something to light it with. "Let me run back and grab some, I'll be right back. Stay here." Techno didn't take much time running back through the portals to get obsidian to fix the old portal. When he got back Phil was reading his book and leaning against some netherite. "Ah, you're back!"

After a few minutes and a failed attempt resulting in some laughter, they walked through the portal. Technoblade was very excited for the chance to make fun of his younger brother. After all he did get exiled from his own country. His excitement soon turned to confusion when he saw Tommy's new 'home' blown to bits. His confusion turned to regret once he saw the trail of bloody feathers coming from behind a tree.

He turned to a pale Philza and ran to see collapsed Tommy sprawled out upon the dirt in a puddle of blood. He was normally a skinny guy but he looked starved and malnourished. His complexion wasn't right, and it looked like he hadn't showered in weeks. "What... happened?" Technoblade spits out as he looks down at Philza who is frantically trying to find a pulse. "HE'S ALIVE! TECHNO-" before he could finish his sentence Techno picked up his little brother and started to dash to the portal, "Phil let's go."

They ran through the nether, not bothering to shoot the ghasts watching them, to another portal. The new portal spat out near Techno's house and they sprinted to his cabin where they could start to patch Tommy up. They burst through the door startling Ghostbur and scurried over to a bed ignoring all the questions he was asking. "Wil, grab some bandages and water. Techno grabed some potions and anything first aid related. We need to hurry" he said as he went to check Tommy's pulse again, slow and faint but still there.

Philza got done cleaning Tommy up and he sat back in his chair beside Tommy for a while, as did his other two sons. "Phil, go change. Your clothes are filthy. We can watch him for a few minutes. You should probably even take a shower." Phil hesitated to get up but soon walked out of the room and closed the door. After only a few minutes he came back with new clothes on and wet hair, "Your turn Techno." Techno got up and rolled his eyes, "Doesn't bother me but you are right, I am covered in blood."

He came back after about fifteen minutes in a new outfit, wet hair, and a hairbrush, "Phil, would you-" he was slightly embarrassed. Techno, the god he is, still didn't know how to braid his hair. Philza chuckled and walked behind him and started to do his hair, "You really need to learn how to do this, I won't be around forever you know..." Philza declared. Technoblade crossed his arms, "Yeah well, that's what I have Tommy for." They went silent.

Tommy regained consciousness a few days later, with Techno on watch while Ghostbur and Phil made lunch. He laid face down on an unfamiliar bed... with pillows? His bed at Logsdishire didn't have pillows, nor was it as comfortable. He was startled and tried to get up, "AGHH!" a sharp pain prevented him from moving too much. Technoblade noticed the boy was finally awake, "Hey Toms, it's okay. Don't get up."

That voice was familiar, "Techno, it hurts..." He tried to look back and couldn't see his wings, "Wha- where-" Tommy started crying, the aching in his back kept getting worse, "...my wings?" Techno was looking at Tommy, "Tommy what happened? Who did this to you?" Everything came back to him, Dream, the explosion, the pain, and his words before he left. Tommy started to hyperventilate while reaching out for Techno who was undeniably concerned.

Philza heard someone humming in the room and decided to check on the boys. Techno was pushing his hands through Tommy's hair and humming a tune. After a few minutes, Techno had stopped humming looking at Tommy. His tears had slowed and the boy joked "I thought you didn't like Mellohi..." Techno looked away and mumbled, "Yeah, yeah, don't get used to it."

Philza smiled and offered up some lunch, to which Tommy's stomach growled and the whole bunch laughed, "Ouch-" Tommy hissed. Laughing is painful. Philza brought in a bowl of stew and looked at Technoblade with a look that Techno knew. "Toms let me help you up, ok?" After a few painful seconds of repositioning, Tommy was sitting upright on the bed and started to reach for the bowl, "OW god damn it." He couldn't reach his arms very far and he could barely lift his arms. Phil motioned for Technoblade to move, which the pigman obliged. Phil sat down in the chair and picked up a spoonful of the stew and blew on it for a second, then put his arm out for Tommy to eat it. The young boy rolled his eyes and swallowed the food before muttering, "I can do it myself bitch." Philza chuckled, "Sure you can, but there's nothing wrong with a little help." Phil helped Tommy eat two whole bowls of stew before he got full.

"So?" Techno interjected. The silence was getting boring. "So, what?" Tommy said, trying to maintain a smile. The pigman furrowed his eyebrows and stared at Tommy, "What's with this whole situation? What happened? Why did we find you in a puddle of blood? And in the midst of a blown up disaster no less! I wasn't even going to question the feathers but since you said it first, when did you get wings?" Tommy looked at his lap and started to fidget with his fingers, "Hahaha! Yeah...it's not what it looks like!" He didn't want to remember everything, but he did. "Well from my perspective, it seems like someone blew up your base and cut off your wings. But sure, it's not what it looks like. So tell us then." Philza elbowed Technoblade in the arm, which made him let out a sigh, "Sorry."

"I just messed up. It was my fault anyway so it doesn't really matter. Just a disagreement with a friend. That's all!" Tommy croaked. His voice wasn't the same as it was before. It used to be full of confidence and loud but now it was hoarse and quiet. "A disagreement? Really? You expect us to believe that Tommy?" Techno barked out louder than he meant which made Tommy flinch and whisper, "I'm sorry, I'll be better, I promise". Phil finally spoke up, "It's okay, just go back to sleep for a while. We will talk about this in the morning."

Everyone left to the living room and Phil glared at Techno, "What was that?" Phil barked, "I was just trying to figure out what happened, what's the big deal?" Philza pinched the bridge of his nose, "Haven't you thought the whole situation might have been traumatic? He might not want to talk about it yet!" he snapped. Technoblade rolled his eyes, "Fine, but I want to find out by tomorrow. I'm gonna kill whoever hurt him." Ghostbur just looked at them and then interjected, "Here, have some blue."