Tommy-Centric Stories and Writitings

The Changed AU || Tusk/PiglinInnit

Warnings: Forced Body Modification, Descriptions of Limbs Growing

Description:
Two weeks has passed since the attempted execution from the Butchers and Techno decides to allow Tommy to aid in gathering his weapons once more.

But something familiar is happening to Tommy, and he isn't sure he can handle hiding it anymore.

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The horns in his hair were growing noticeable now, curling just over the mop of brown. His ears were long and lined with thin, soft fur. It wasn't something that bothered him anymore. Just a reminder of what he could be, not what he was. It was a little uncomfortable when someone starred, but even those looks were becoming natural to him. "Hello Fundy!" The brunette greeted, ears perked.

The fox's tail flicked slightly behind him as he looked at the familiar goat hybrid. His eyes trained on the short horns poking from his head, but quickly trained on the shorter's eyes. Fundy smiled down at the younger, canines flashing slightly. "How's it going Tubbs?"

"I'm doing alright! Already visited my bees today."

They began the walk towards the meeting room, hooves clacking hollowly onto the wood. Tubbo had begun the painful process of growing in digitigrade legs a few months ago, finally ending with a new set of hooved feet and slick fur on his lower leg and calves. Schlatt warned him that it would happen eventually, the final and grueling process completed at that step.

Schlatt wasn't all that bad, Tubbo mused in a joking manner. He was a horrible, power-hungry beast, but he was at least knowledgeable.

"What do you think Quackity wanted to talk about today?"

Fundy's pawpads tapped lightly on the stone steps leading to the meeting space, claws retracted and hidden by fur. "I'm not sure. Has to be something oh-so important to call such an impromptu meeting."

The hybrids walked into the room, noticing the ominous vibe at the table. Quackity, yellow wings fidgeting behind him, sat at the head of the table. His head was downcast and fingers drumming on the wooden table. Ranboo sat on the side, eyes flicking from the book in his hands to the two at the door. He smiled slightly, somewhat awkwardly, at Tubbo. "Come sit." Quackity spoke, hands suddenly eerily still.

"What's this meeting about?" Tubbo asked as he sat at the chair to Quackity's left, Fundy taking the right.

The air was tense as Quackity seemed to stare off into nothingness. There was a new scar adorning his face, a long gash nicking his lip on the left. When he spoke, there was a gap in his tooth, gums healed over. "Have you not noticed yet?"

"Noticed... what?"

Quackity seemed to lose his composure at that, hands fisting his hair and knocking the beanie loose. Tubbo gasped, ears pressed flat against his skull in surprise. The duck-hybrid was always conscious of his beanie, never once taking it off unless he was sure he was alone. The dark, greasy stands were coated in bright yellow feathers. "The particles! They're there, always there! Someone has been watching us!"

"What particles? I'm not sure I know what you're referring to."

The duck's eyes narrowed dangerously on Tubbo, blazing with a nervous anger. "Someone's been watching us. They've been taking invisibility potions. It's Techno, I know it. I know it's him, watching us when he thinks we are not noticing."

Tubbo's eyes filled with sympathy, if not some form of fear at the clearly unraveling Quackity. "If someone's watching us, then we need-"

"We need to prepare. This is war. Techno will attack and kill us all if we're not prepared. We need-"