Champion || Dreamnoblade

Chapter 4

TW: Abuse, Implied drinking, gore, mentions of death. I will put a warning before, so you can skip them. Also, important side note, Tommy calls Philza 'dad' and his biological dad 'father'

[The calm before the storm...]

Tommy

After getting a scolding from my older brother, and Clay laughing at us the WHOLE time. We headed up to our castle. We met up with Wilbur on the way to the castle.

"HAHAHA!! No way! Techno lost! What happened to Techno never dies?!?!" Wilbur teased, purposely making his voice loud enough for our eldest brother to hear. Techno glared at Wilbur, He visibly scowled.

"I'm still alive, idiot" He bellowed. "Techno! can I style your hair later? I asked Niki to teach me some new ones!" Ranboo cheered happily, trying to lighten the mood that surrounded all of us. Techno sighed, giving a small nod of agreement. As I processed what the two conversing had said, my face was painted red with anger.

"WHAT!!! Techno you said I could do your hair today! STOP STEALING MY BROTHER, RANBOOB!!" Everyone but Ranboo seemed to laugh at my sudden outburst. Everyone else seemed to tease me about saying that Ranboo was stealing Techno while Ranboo tried to reason with me.

All of us seemed to relax as we joked around and had fun teasing each other. Even Techno seemed to ease up.

Once we reached the castle, we all went up to the living room, everyone included, Ranboo, Tubbo, and Clay seemed to act like Dad wasn't even the king but just their best friend's dad that they grew up to be best friends with as well.

"Tommy, we're going to have a movie night tonight, go up to the throne room and tell dad" Wilbur told me. I whined in disagreement but alas I was the youngest. The walk to the throne room was a long way so I decided to use my phone while walking there.

I scrolled through Twitter, stifling a laugh at tweets here and there, not noticing how fast time seemed to have gone by. By the time I reached the throne room, I probably took half an hour more rather than a normal 15-minute walk.

I opened the door, only taking my eyes off my screen for a millisecond, I guess that much was enough to recognize who stood in front of my dad...

*thud* *shatter*

As all the memories rushed back to me, I screamed... 

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I screamed... as a bottle of beer hit my head, that was the first time he ever hurt me physically. And it didn't end there, he always seemed to get a kick out of my terrified expressions and bloodied body.

He always looked and acted like the jolly neighborhood single dad. I wonder why he couldn't act like that when we were alone. When we were alone, he would hurt me in ways I couldn't even imagine. He had a knack for hurting me, just me...

I always wondered what would have happened if my mother hadn't died when I was born. Would she have saved me, Would she have not done anything, would she have done the same.

If I were planned, would I have not had to go through this? If.. If I were planned, would I not be just another problem to him? I- If the neighbors hadn't heard me when he hit me, would I not have to run? Would I not need to escape right now?