Requester: Wolf9945
I'm only changing a small bit of the prompt: Instead of raiding for fun, Tommy raids because he's hungry.
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"They're on to us! We can't let them kill Tom too." A woman semi yells at a man while cradling a baby in her arms. "I want him to live an actual life, Simon."
"He isn't going die, Martha. But he can't live with us... We aren't going to live much longer." The male known as Simon sighs. He has to think of something, quick. He spots a small box, large enough to fit an infant. He grabs Martha's hand and runs over to the box. "Here, we can give him the necklace and hope someone finds him. All we need to do is move him closer to the street." Simon says, clearly upset with the plan. Martha gives a small nod before kneeling down and placing the child into the box.
Martha wiped away tears as she placed a hand on the boy's forehead, saying, "Goodbye, my son. I hope you are welcomed into a wonderful family." She unwraps the shiny moon necklace from her neck and clips it around the baby's neck instead. "In case you are left here in the morning, this should keep you safe. I do not need for it anymore.." Martha stands.
"We must go, my love. We don't want to be near Tommy when they find us." Simon says, reaching for Martha's hand. She nods and slowly turns around. "Goodbye, buddy," Simon says, his words full of sorrow. The couple fled, welcoming death as they did. In every corner of the town, the cries and whispers of a baby can be heard as he wonders where his parents are.
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A father and his two children find themselves on a peaceful stroll through the town. The eldest of the twins can be found staring at his vanilla ice cream, trying his best not to get it on his face. On the other side of his father, the younger twin was eating the cone of his chocolate ice cream. He was almost wearing the ice cream. "Hey dad, do you hear that?" The eldest asks, stopping and looking around.
"Hmm?" The father stops and looks back at his piglin son. He soon hears the soft cries of a baby echo through the streets.
"Oh, oh! I can hear it!" The hyper boy who was still holding his hand jumps up and down as he speaks.
"Shh, Will.." The father says as he walks towards one of the many alleyways. He lets out a small gasp as he sees the source of the noise. "What? What is it?" Will says. "What do you see?- Ow!" The older twin walks up behind him and smacks him over the head. "What the fuck Techno?!"
"Language!" The father shouts as he picks up the small child. "Hey there, little guy... Shh, shh. It's okay, you're okay." The winged man cooed. The two twins looked very confused.
"Uhhh, Phil? Who are you talking to?" Techno asks, watching his dad move his finger around as soft giggles came from whatever was in his arm. Phill turned around and showed an infant in his arms. Techno can hear Wilbur obnoxiously gasp at the sight. "What's its name?" Was the first thing Techno asked. He didn't care much for random children. He only cared about Wilbur because, after being adopted, he was family.
Phill unwraps a small piece of paper and smiles. "Tommy..." He whispers. "His name is Tommy," Phill says, looking up at the two boys. Phill walks back over to the twins and Techno's eyes widen.
