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Exhaustion (Little!Tommy, CG!Techno)

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!warning for yelling n mentions of death n crying n bad words!

Setting: IRL Minecraft/SBI Adoption AU
Summary: His brother and friend's loudness becomes too much for Tommy's little brain to handle, so he escapes to Techno for help.

a chapter already had written for some reason lol

also yes they're streamers, but they look like their Minecraft skins and are family n stuff :3
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Techno snickered as he chased Tubbo around the map and laughing louder when the younger boy fell down a hole, screaming dramatically. The pinkette could hear Wilbur practically howling with laughter under Tubbo's screeching, but even when he listened harder, he couldn't hear Tommy at all.

"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!" Wilbur chanted, still half-cackling and backdropped by Tubbo's dying screams.

Techno chuckled slightly, picking up Tubbo's sprawling inventory and then casually strolling away. Tubbo continued to shout and cuss at the pink-haired man, but if Techno strained his ears enough he could catch the barest whimper from Tommy.

"Tommy? You alright, mate?" Phil asked, a concerned edge to his voice. The younger boy immediately answered with his voice now excited and loud, but Techno thought it sounded a bit strained.

"I SAID JUST TRY AND KILL ME!"

More laughter came from around the group and Phil seemed satisfied with the very Tommy-like answer. Although hesitant to forget the sound his brother had made, Techno shook off his nerves and continued to hunt for the other players in the world. Suddenly Wilbur screamed, then started to swear up a storm, specifically towards Phil.

"GOD DAMNIT, PHILZA!" he shouted, anger laced in his tone, "HOW DARE YOU KILL OFF YOUR FAVORITE SON!"

"Sorry, Wil, but I'm pretty sure you're not the favorite," Tubbo teased, laughing when Wilbur turned his angry shouting on him.

TommyInnit has left the game.

'Tom-Tom' disconnected from this voice chat.

No one paid any mind to the messages that popped up on their screens, Wilbur and Tubbo too distracted by their play-fighting and now in-game fight and Phil trying to break them up. Chat, however, definitely noticed and when Techno glanced over at it, he got sucked into the vortex of the watchers' questions.

'where did Tommy go :(('
'Why'd Tommy leave?'
'tommys gone!!'
'is he ok?'
'D:'

Techno's phone then buzzed, a text from the now normal-volume Tubbo.

BeeBoy: is Bug ok?

BLOODFORTHEGODS: I don't know, Tubbo. I think he will be.

BeeBoy: can you help him if he isn't?

BLOODFORTHEGODS: Of course.

BeeBoy: :)

BLOODFORTHEGODS: :)