[A short I made that dived into a diffrent ending to a bird that can't fly by Lars2401 on a03.
This is also in the comment section of the original post on a03 but not as thought out.
This is super scuffed but I wanted to put the fan fan fic I wrote on here, but then relized it was to out of context so I fleshed it out a bit. Srry if it's written weird.
Total words 1696.]
Tommy didn't know why he held onto Phil for so long. The frail idea that philza was his father. To love, protect, and care for, somthing his late parents never gave him. But he remembers when he lost faith in the man.
It wasn't when wilbur first opened the house to him the the old blonde barely raised a hand to confort him.
His resolve was strained, thiner then hair when the winged man slaughtered the one person to say 'I love you' to him.
It should have snapped when philza never visited him in exile, then sided with his eldest son to destroy his home side by side with his abuser
After all the things he lost, and the people who truly never helped, he never shattered. Untill ranboo broke him.
Ranboo was one of the few to be there when no one else wasn't. He joked about how the black and white enderman was a better him, and months after saying that, it was all to true.
Ranboo became what he was not. A non trouble maker. A fun to hang out with guy. Tubbos better half. Technos brother. Philzas son. The taller man was truly wis replacement.
Tommy wanted away from it all. Isolated with only his thoughts to keep him company. Every aching jolt of his joints and every agonizing pull of his skin reminds him of the 2 blazing firey red dead weights organically sown to his skin like a joke.
When they first came in during the first war he adored his fethery wings because they reminded him of Philza's wings. Albeit, his were leathery like the wings of phantoms and dressed with decades of rips scars and weathering. Even through out exile, the idea he had some tie to philza, even if no one could teach him to fly, kept him sane. So he took care of them dearly, hoping to ask Phil how to soar in the sky.
Now his house, empty as it can be, free him of any sliver of impulse controll that he has.
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After a full night of thinking and trying to reason with himself Tommy has managed to end up in he tundra. He wasn’t too sure why he was even here.
(Also this is a complete copy paste right here. To sleepy to edit)
He was approaching the newly built house next to Techno’s, he was just going to ask if it was indeed Ranboos, maybe give the guy the ‘shovel talk’ or something if he was going to hang out with Tubbo more. But, once he knocked on the door, instead of being faced with the other, he came face to face with Ph1LzA-fucking-Minecraft.
“Oh” he breathed out. Oh fuck
“Tommy? What the fuck are you doing here?” He could see Ranboo peaking out from behind Phil, for a guy so tall he really knew how to make himself seem shorter.
“I uh- I heard Ranboo was living with you now so I just wanted to check in and see-“
“And why should you care?” Mother fucker
“Well I mean I used to live here big man. I think it’s kinda important to know if my dad-“
“I’m not your father Tommy, I haven’t been since you betrayed me and Techno.”
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Fanfictionhonestly this is just to post my idea somewhere on the sper of the moment this is a head cannon I have of jschlatt adopting tommy This is heavily in spired by a tik tok searies of tommy running away and spelling errors I have....try to figure it o...
