Lost in a New World {Discontinued Version} <Read Des for Rewrite info>

A Fresh Autumn Day {7}

Thank you px_kai for the new title :D )

Third Person (Tommy Focus)

It was perhaps nine in the morning when Tommy was rudely awoken. He heard yelling.
Rubbing his eyes, he rolled to the left, and off the tree branch. Wait tree branch?

He looked up to see that in fact, he had been asleep on a tree branch. He distinctly remembered
not sleeping on one. Strange. To be fair he had followed a magical fish man. But hadn't that been in a cove like era? No? He must be going mad. He looked down, the grass around his was dry and dead, yet exactly here he sat was a pool of water.
Tommy grumbled, as he stood up, his tourers soaking wet.

"Tommy?" He heard in the distance. Tommy started to run towards the noise.
He got about thirty paces before smacking into a branch and fell to the ground again. Now a mud streak was across his face. The vibration of where he hit traveled up, causing the branches to shake and morning dew to fall down on to his face.
Groaning, he stood up and dusted himself off.

"Tommy? Oh there you are," a familiar voice said. The first he had heard was Tubbo, but this was an older and wiser voice, yet it wasn't rough. Not smooth, more like a familiar song. It sounded like a warm fire on a cold winter's day in a cabin with only your loved ones around smelled. You know? Warm. Kind. Soft. Familiar. Safe. .....Like home.

A pair of arms surrounded his in a surprisingly strong hug as the smell of pine wafted into his nose.
Realizing his eyes where closed, Tommy opened them and looked at Phil who had given him a hug. He quickly pulled away and took his arm. "Guys I found him!" He called out, leading Tommy away. Yet he wouldn't of minded if the moment had lasted a moment longer.

"Tommy was found . I'm glad they found him," Tubbo said absentmindedly. He had climbed a tall tree and
was sitting on a branch.

"Glad you worried so much,"Tommy said with a small scoff. He totally was fine with his best friend having other things to do. But his best friend didn't. Apparently to this best friend was Phil now.

"Sorry Tommy, " Tubbo said, his tone making Tommy feel a bit bad. "But I found beeeeessss. You can't expect me not to go look at the bees, can you?"

No he couldn't, sorry Phil, but your no longer the number one best friend, go back to being Dad. Not that you are a father figure, everyone just calls you that. Tommy had a small side smile on his face as Tubbo descended.

       Loud footsteps could be heard as Technobalde and Wilbur came back. Seeing them side by side was quite strange. On the one hand, we have Wilbur. Quite tall and thin. He wore more comfortable clothes, a yellow sweater with a white button up underneath and black pants. He was pale with small patches of cyan scales around his exposed flesh, small lines that looked like gills, and slightly pointed ears.

              Tommy had never seem such clothes before. Same with Technobalde. He was slightly shorter than the other with a more muscular frame. His skin was more warm toned with a slightly pink tint. He had long pointed ears that drooped downwards slightly and had a rosier hue to them as well as a few golden hoops. He also wore a monarch outfit, expect for shoes for he had cloven hooves. Another strange thing was his teeth, two large one stuck up and out of his mouth like tusks.

Basically it looked the two opposites where walking around.

Then there was Phil. He had shoulder length blonde hair that looked as if it was chopped off by a sword. His bright
blue eyes shown under the light. Although looking a bit older than the other two, he didn't look rough. Instead of wearing him down, it was as if time just gave him a friendly kiss on the cheek. Despite being the Dad of the group, he did not have a "Dad Bod". He looked like the middle of the other two extremes. Thin, medium height, with a normal amount of muscle. He looked strong, but not in the way that he could easily punt a child through a football goal.