Tommy-Centric Stories and Writitings

Buzzing Bees and Flicking Ears || Saytr AU

Warnings:
Descriptions of Wounds, Manipulation

Description:
Tubbo had always been a part of a herd. He was used to the closeness and warmth his friends gave.

Tommy was used to the cold of metal bars and the burning of branding. He grew up with that feeling in his chest, so it wasn't abnormal that he grew to be used to it.

But when a sudden warmth touches his skin, Tommy is left addicted and wanting more.

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He had never known anything more than the feeling of metal and stone. Bruised knuckles, malnourished legs, and painfully overgrown hooves were common place for him. His skin was a sickly white, hair overgrown past his shoulders, and thin fur covering the floors. Tommy was always loosing his fur due to stress. Some patches on his legs were so bad that even his skin underneath was raw.

Tommy could still feel the searing pain of hot metal against his hip, the insignia of his owners scabbed and scarred his flesh many times over. Pain to numbing to itching to pain. It was a cycle the boy knew all too well in his short 16 years of life. Tommy knew his life would never change, maybe his owners but never the treatment.

The saytr had come to terms with the life he was lead to live. The branding and tag on his ear were proof enough of his name-sake.

He couldn't remember his life before this. Tommy would get brief flashes of memories before the pain of remembering would force him to forget. He could hardly remember the warmth of a hug, the most similar feeling being the searing heat from pain.

Tommy didnt like thinking about it anymore. His life did get better, did improve from before. He could remember what happened so clearly.

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Tommy was slung over the shoulder of one of the workers, head bobbing to the movement of the man moving. He knew fighting was useless anymore.

The worker was taking him to the next owner; how many has he had so far? Ten? Thirteen? Tommy lost count after the fifth.

He knew that he would have to go through another branding, it always came with a new owner. His old scar was finally starting to fade. None of the scars would ever fade completely, but all would fade enough to be covered.

Tommy was placed in what he can only assume is a cage. It was auction day for him and many other creatures. Auction day came once a month, a short time period where captured and trained creatures were to be sold off to humans. Humans were vicious and greedy, they had money to spend and all wanted something no one else had.

The human that won the auction could do whatever they wanted with the creature. Some were killed for sport, others treated like perfect little pets, while a select few -like him- were used as livestock.

Saytrs were perfect working animals, creatures, when bred and trained properly. Strong legs of a ungulate were perfect for tough work. Tommy, however, was much too malnourished to be used as a work animal. He would most likely be sold for a cheap price and used as entertainment for the sick humans.

Tommy sat at the back of his cage, flesh numbing from the cold metal. His eyes, once a fiery ice blue, were staring dully at his hands. He knew he had no choice in who bought him, but still wished it was someone at-least a little more lenient.

He was tussled back and forth as a worker pushed the cage onto a stage. The dirty blonde, his hair looking more like a dark brown, knew to keep his eyes lowered, but couldn't help but to flick his eyes upward towards the rows and rows of seats.