Mirrors . TommyInnit AU

6 - Each Shade From a Different Persons Head

"I can't believe it," A familiar voice said, worry in his voice. His wings trembled, and tears were in his eyes. "I left him there because he- fuck. He wasn't supposed to die! That's- it's not- shit, shit, shit."

"Calm down, Phil," Another responded. Phil shook his head aggressively, gripping his hair tightly and slightly yanking. His wings shook, feathers were scattered all over the floor. Another man was trying to calm him down, following the pacing man as he walked left, right, left, right, repeat, repeat. 

"I can't! I knew he wouldn't survive, god, I was so stupid. Why did I leave him on that world, look at him! I erased his memory because he wanted it, he begged day and night for months, Wil. He didn't want to be a rift skimmer anymore, he didn't want to be a zero, he wanted to be normal in that world, and I let him." Phil groaned, remembering the way he had first thought Tommy was a bear, but it had become clear it was a raccoon later on.

"Phil I- stop. Don't blame yourself. Whatever's been happening in his world is vile, but you didn't know. Stop blaming yourself and hurting yourself. PHIL! I didn't mean LITERALLY! STOP!" Wilbur screeched, lunging forwards and seizing the older's hands, the Code Breaker trying to break himself. He scratched and tore at his arms, only stopping when Wilbur pinned his wrists to the wall.

"Wilbur I can't," Phil whimpered, "I let this happen. I did." 

"No, you didn't. He chose this." Wilbur called for Techno, the hybrid sauntering in. "Get the first aid kit, Dadza's doing his internal freakout again. Shh, it's alright. Picture the end, picture project bioshock or- or something. Think of the subs, Phil!" 

Phil whimpered again, only making a sound similar to a crow's cry. Techno came running back, handing the phantom a small box filled with bandages and such. Wilbur put his weight against Phil, not letting the man scratch himself while he wrapped the bleeding arms. Phil cried out again while Wilbur gently laid the soft cloth over the wounds, the man whispering about how he'll apply some sort of medicine when the man's in a better state of mind.

"Shh, Phil, I'm just helping." Wilbur soothed, turning while still pinning the older. Phil writhed like a snake, all of his energy drained, not enjoying being leaned on and forced to stay still.

Phil shrieked again, this time the sound definitely similar to a crow, his wings opening and closing against the wall. All he could do was scatter more feathers, all he could do was damage himself more. All he could do was slowly go into the same state Tommy was in.

"Fuck, don't tell me he's doing it again." Wilbur muttered under his breath. Phil mentally became a bird when he got stressed or worried, but he wasn't kind or gentle about it. The man went crazy, cawing and scrabbling and clinging to trees, his wings spread out wide behind him. 

Needless to say, it wasn't easy to take care of the shrieking Elytrian.

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"And then he heroically shouted, 'SUCK IT, GREEN BOYYYYYYYYY!" Tommy yelled, mimicking Wilbur declaring something. Tubbo and Tomathy giggled, wings both twitching with amusement. Tommy smiled, a genuine smile, something he hadn't done a ton in his world. 

"Well, the only bad thing after that was half- no, all the little country had been blown up by Dream, who somehow buried explosives everywhere underground. Foreshadowing, I guess," Tommy snickered at his own words. Upon seeing his friends wide-eyed expressions, he laughed harder. "It's not traumatic, guys! The first time was funny!" 

"Am I interrupting something?" Fundy asked, and Tommy nearly jumped to hug the Fox Origin, but stopped when he remembered this wasn't the normal Fundy. This was some kind of magical one, guessing from this world.

"No, Tom's just telling us about his timeline. It's horrible, tell us more!" Tubbo snickered, leaning forwards. Tomathy nodded enthusiastically, his wings bobbing in amusement. Tommy really needed to give him a different name, one that wasn't confusingly close to his own, clone or no-clone.

"What d'you want, furry?" Tommy laughed, then realized Fundy probably wouldn't know the joke as well as the other Fundy had. "Sorry, it's a-,"

"I AM NOT A FURRY!" Fundy snarled with an unamused expression, but you could see the humor in his eyes. Tommy smiled a little wider.

"Sure, whatever you say, furry." Tommy giggled. Maybe this world wasn't too different from the other world. Maybe the jokes were similar- actually, that made sense. The other him was basically the same, just a bird.

"Anyways, alien Tommy," Fundy snickered at Tommy's expression, and Tubbo sneered aswell. "I have a task for you. You know a few things about explosives, right? Like, impact-wise?"

"No, Fundy, I don't. It's not like I was raised with people crazy about explosives." Tommy pulled up one of his pant legs, revealing a scar from a bad explosion. Or, the bad explosion, I guess. The blackened edges also gave hints to the wither attack.

"Perfect," Fundy winced a little at the wound. "Come with me, mister alien child."

"I'm not a fuckin' child, I'll have you know I'm seventeen, furry boy." Tommy hissed, waving to the Avian and the Bee origins, who waved back. 

"Child." Fundy snickered again.

"In the Netherlands, isn't the age that you're legally an adult sixteen or something? I'm an adult, motherfucker." Tommy made a waving gesture towards himself, watching Fundy lead him into a rocky terrain, now far from the normal forests. They had passed a flower forest on the way, which was nice to look at. Wonder why there had been what looked like a dug out grave, though. Reminded him of the Pet Wars. Poor Fungi.

"Here we are!" Fundy waved to the mountainside. It was clear they were very, very far away from the original town. Tommy wondered what it was called. Did it have a name?

"Uh, sure. Where is ever- YIKES!" Tommy jumped back from a machine opening and launching TNT towards a chasm. "Whoa."

"Yeah, cool, right?" Fundy smirked. "I know some things about coding, and I'm trying to program these catapult things, but I need someone else to help me with answers I'm unsure of. So, you up for it?"

"I mean," Tommy watched in awe when it shot again, a good five pieces of TNT launching into the abyss, and to his surprise, chipping away at the bedrock. Moving his gaze back to Fundy, a sly smirk growing on his face, he narrowed his eyes.

"What kind of a question is that? You think I'm a pussy? Let's do it."