SBI oneshots (NOT BEING UPDATED ANYMORE)

cuts and bruises

Angst kind of????
i have no fucking clue.
maybe fluff.
what do i call this??

well, i call it something i wrote at 3 am and forgot to publish.
this is probably made with scotch tape or sum idfk

TW's: Cuts, Blood. Please tell me if i missed any i don't wanna send anybody into a panic lmao

+No pov
shit shit shit shit shiT shIT sHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT

He was lost, and panicking about where he was was definitely not helping him. Making matters worse, it was night, Tommy was lost, in the middle of the woods, at night.

What time was it? Sometime past bedtime for sure. The sun was down and the moon was nearing the middle of the sky. What time was that again?

"When the sun is in the middle of the sky..Wilby says that's the middle of the day.." He talked quietly to himself as he walked aimlessly, trying to tell the time based on what Wilbur had once told him.

He guessed that because the moon looked like it was close to the middle, it was probably close to midnight. Yeah, that was way past his bedtime.

Walked through the woods wasn't all that bad, he'd had it memorized for the most part.. but he went a little further than the area him, Technoblade and Wilbur normally went.

He wanted to get sticks, but he didn't want thin ones, Tommy knew that there were bigger trees deeper in, so he figured the sticks would be too.

He was scared to say the least, he had no form of communication, no form of light and he was not only tired, but cold.

And..I don't think that falling down a ledge he didn't even know existed helped him. Cause now he was covered in dirt, bruises and little cuts everywhere which seemed to be bleeding.

"only pussies cry.." Tommy wiped the tears from his eyes and stood up, wiping some of the dirt off his shorts.

He looked up at the cliff which was slightly illuminated by the moon, but anything beyond this point wasn't. He didn't even recognize any of this.

"Daaaad? Wilbyyyyy?? Techno???" Tommy called out, wandering into the dark abyss that the woods held.

He kept going, calling out their names for another 4 minutes until he hard rattling.

Something flew by him, just barely missing him and hitting a tree instead.

He didn't even bother to turn around, he just started running.

If he wasn't panicking before, he most definitely was now. Was Phil even looking for him? Did they even notice he was gone?

More flying objects whizzed by, one scraping his cheek which caused him to start running faster.

Tommy didn't know what the fuck was launching shit at him, he didn't want to know either, Maybe they were hunters coming for him? Phil had always talked about these so called 'hunters' that will get kids that are out past their bedtime, he always thought that it was just something he made up but now he was starting to believe that it was true.

He was getting incredibly tired, he'd been running for so long now, being changed by rattling things that shot long sharp things at him that would occasionally graze him, giving him a brand new cut that was hot and stung like a wasp that had poison in it. The moon was now just barely in the middle of the dark void, right above his head.

Then there was a new sound, A hiss.

The area lit up right after the hiss, and then a big boom.

Tommy sat up, not realizing the arrow in his shoulder, or his right arm being scrapped out like a road rash.

Where there once had been light, there was now a fairly decent sized hole, along with some bones, arrows and bows which seemed broken and beaten up.

He sat there, in the woods breathing heavily as his 9 year old brain tried to process what had just happened. Hot tears running down his bruised, cut and dirty cheeks.

He heard yelling in the distance, something about explosions.

He then heard his name being called by a voice familiar to him.

Phil.

"TOMMY?"

Said kid, being snapped out of his shock upon hearing that familiar voice, called out its name.(i redid this sentence 19 times help)

"DAD!" Tommy turned towards where he heard his father calling out for him, although regretted it upon feeling the sharp pain in his side, which felt like a thorn, but he couldn't be sure.

Phil perked up, hearing his youngests cry, running over to where he heard it.

He slowed down,skidding to a halt in the mud before his son, crouching down and cupping his face in his rough hands.

"Tommy how the hell did you get all the way over here? You're so far out!" Phil moved to pick his youngest up, while being cautious and taking a mental note of where his injuries were.

"I um...Wanted sticks..."(sitkcs my spelling is immaculate) Tommy sniffed, immediately clinging to his father, adrenaline finally wearing off.

"Heyhey, it's okay bubs, you're fine, i've got you." Phil brought a hand up to Tommys head, running his fingers through his messy hair that was caked with dirt.

The fatherly figure spread his wings, tightening his grip on the small child(ha noob/j) ever so slightly as to not drop him during the short trip back to their house.

Phil took off, going as fast as he was able to, while still comforting the younger.

He landed outside his house after a few moments, Tucking his wings in behind him, and making his way into the house and putting Tommy on the sofa(couch wtf do you call it?).

"Stay here bubba, i'm gonna go get some supplies." Phil then ruffled his hair, leaving for the kitten cabinet where he kept the med kits, bandage rolls, cleaning alcohol- medical stuff, y'know?

He grabbed most of the stuff in the cabinet, including everything I listed. He then speed-walked out to the living room
Setting the medical supplies down next to the small child.

"Why did you go so far out for stick, Toms?" Phil poured some cleaning alcohol onto a small cloth, to clean the area around the arrow wound- which thankfully wasn't deep enough to leave a scar, but deep enough so that it didn't fall out.

"I wanted a fat stack, not those flimsy ones that break." Phil motioned for Tommy to turn so he could clean the wound.

"That's..really not a good reason mate." Phil chuckled, cleaning the wound.

-yes this is a fucking timeskip

It was around 1:30 in the morning by the time Phil had finished cleaning and bandaging his sons wounds.

It was currently 1:37.

Phil had brought Tommy up to the room all three of his sons shared around 3 years ago, but Techno and Wilbur were teenagers, and- well, gremlins- to say the least.

Tommy fell asleep a good 2 minutes ago, Phil had just brought him up to his room. The father tried wrapping his head around how he might have gotten that many injuries.

But, for now, Tommy was safe and he wouldn't worry, that was something for later and he was tired.

-Fin
I was watching tubbos monopoly stream while i patched my shitty 3 am spelling
ranboo is having the time of his life rn
lmao

somebody finally landed on tubbos poo property
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