Healing takes time, not repression

Getting Somewhere

TW: Pretty much the same as the previous chapters

Also sorry, I didn't proof read this

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Wilbur stared at the front door, just having watched his kid brother walk away and into it. He gripped his head, gathering up some of his hair along with it. He noticed the pinkette next to him still, presumably in thought also.

He had hurt Tommy. He knew this and had tried to ignore it ever since he was revived. He remembers those times in Pogtopia where he would berate the kid, go against him, yell at him, and above that, he remembers the boy looking up at him horrified. Horrified that his brother had actually gone through with the plan. Then, he remembered, he watched as their father, who they hadn't seen in years, stab him and die in his arms.

He couldn't remember Tommy calling Phil "dad" ever again after that. Maybe it was simply because it wasn't remembered by Ghostbur or wasn't transferred over when he was revived, but he was pretty damn sure it was because of him.

But that was the only thing he had done to Tommy right?

Right...?

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In a dreamscape sort of setting, this would all be heartwarming for Tommy. 

The smell of his father cooking breakfast in the morning while him and his brothers play tag in the snow. He would always get trampled over, being the youngest has its ups and downs, but at the end of it and the end of the half hearted temper tantrums, his dad would call them in and they would all eat, telling each other what they would do that day or funny stories that had happened to them. Occasionally, Tubbo would come over, and the duo would cause as much mischief as they could before they got told off for it. 

But that wasn't the present. The present was tension, scared to overstep, hatred, regret, fear. No funny stories or daily to-do lists, no playing tag in the snow, and no Tubbo to help him add wash out neon green dye to one of his brother's shampoo bottles. Just Wilbur, Phil, Techno, and Tommy, sitting at the table, eating breakfast wordlessly.

How could they hold a conversation without overstepping someone's boundaries? The three intruders didn't want Tommy to run away, they had just gotten him somewhat back!

Tommy picked at his eggs with his fork, not really eating anything. Not quite trusting the food. The other three were about halfway finished with their meal, occasionally pausing to take quick glances at the youngest, whom they were pissing off. 

Phil finally had enough with silence, placing his fork down and taking a sip of water. "It's not poisoned y'know, we all got it out of the same pan, you can eat it." He gestured to the younger, who shrugged in response. He shoved a bit of egg into his mouth. Phil looked less tense after. 

Techno looked towards the window, watching tiny snowflakes flurry down. Not quite hard enough to call it fully snowing yet, but they were more noticeable than normal. He noticed Wilbur grab something out of the corner of his eye. He bit his lip, sighing as he took another bit of a biscuit. 

Wilbur put his milk down, glancing up at Tommy once more. This was awkward, and not awkward as in him being fifteen again, eating dinner with Sally's family for the first time awkward, no more like old friends getting together awkward. He didn't know if he should start talking or not. 

The younger blond of the group sighed as his shoulders sagged. He finally stopped playing with his food and put is fork down, looking at the three. 

"So when are you guys going home?" 

The olders didn't answer him, just glanced at each other. A common understanding of not wanting to leave washed over them. 

"Listen Tommy. I don't...we don't want to leave you." Phil answered, making the younger tense. The others hesitated, not sure if they overstepped something.

"you've been gone for three years now. I know how we treated you was wrong, but you've also have to understand that we were also blinded. That doesn't make up for what we did but we would like to try. Will you let us? Please?" 

Phil. Always good with words. To be completely frank, he had no idea what he was doing, but whatever he did, it seemed to work. Tommy, was still tense, but instead of completely rejecting them, he seemed contemplative. 

It was a few minutes, then the youngest spoke up. "You sided with Dream..." They watched as his hands glided to his side where his sword would normally be held, but his eyes widened when mental handle of the object wasn't there. He let out a deep breath before looking up at the rest of the group. Wilbur seemed to be avoiding his gaze and Phil looked like he didn't know how to respond. Techno, on the other hand, looked him dead in the eyes.

"Tommy look. I have no idea what he did to you. You never told us. Don't blame us for something we didn't know happened."

That seemed to be the wrong response because for the first time in seeing Tommy again, they watched as anger washed over the man's face. "Don't blame me for something I didn't know? Techno I didn't know half the shit I do now when I was sixteen and I still got fucking bla-" He stopped, dread washing over him as he curled into himself, hiding his body from the others once again. Mutterings of apologies could faintly be heard from the boy. 

Techno looked guilty as his Phil glared at him. Wilbur stood, walking over to Tommy, but got pushed to the side by Clementine marching her way over to him, pawing at Tommy's lap and whining, trying to get his attention. A hand shot out from the bundle, going to the dog's ears and curling its fingers around the fur of the animal. 

The three watched as Tommy slowly uncurled himself from his ball-like position. Attention solely on the dog as his breathing calmed. Hesitantly, he glanced at his past family, guiltily adjusting himself of his seat and regaining his posture. 

"I apologize, I didn't mean to, y'know..." He looked at Techno who offered him a rare smile in comfort. A smile that had been used so many times in his childhood when dealing with little scrapes and tears from nightmares in the early hours in the morning. Tommy's eyes widened and something in him broke. 

The clunk of a chair falling could be heard, along with the screeching of a table being moved suddenly and footsteps loud on the wooden floors. 

Techno felt his arms being filled with warmth and weight, although barely any. Heavy breaths filled his ears and a tail swished around his ankles. He wrapped his arms around the figure, eyes blown open in shock. His gripped tightened on the suddenly kid like person in his arms. He felt small damp spots start to soak into his shirt on his shoulder where the other's head lay, but he couldn't find it in himself to be bothered. 

Something about this felt nostalgic, like it had happened before such a long time ago, In a different biome where the seasons had changed and tag was played in the front yard. 

Something so domestic, yet frightening.

And he knew this was far from trust. He knew he would have to earn that again. Start over on a new foot with the younger, both trying to forget each others past actions. Maybe not forget, but possibly move on. 

He felt hot weld up in his eyes and his vision go blurry. He looked up at the other two figures who also looked shocked. One though, had milk dripping from his face and shirt. He would definitely laugh at that later.

But the figure in his arms reminded him of the care and love he would give as a child, fixing and healing wounds and cuddle sessions the family would have after bad nights. 

And maybe, that gave him hope. Gave him a feeling of maybe, just maybe, being part of a family again. 

That maybe, they were getting somewhere. 

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okay okay I'm sorry I haven't posted in forever, however summer is coming up so maybe i'll have more time to continue this more!

peace out

-C