little - tommy
cg/s - techno, phil
part two! i may do another in this same timeline later.
tw - ptsd/cptsd implications, manipulation victim, gore warning, injuries, decently detailed treatment of said injuries
————— | tommy's pov | —————
Daddy glared at me for a moment before turning and storming back towards Manburg. I turned and started sobbing into the taller mans chest. I felt myself be pulled away from him, to tired to fight back I let myself be picked up and carried inside.
"Techie... m'sorry" I mumbled.
"What for bubs?" He questioned, realization flashing through his eyes.
He knows I'm lil, how he know?
"Daddy gonna come back, he'll kill ya" Tears we're still streaming down my face as he set me down on the bed.
I cried out as I came into contact with the sheets. The adrenaline wearing off and the pain catching up. Techie and papa looked at each other, both looking angry which scared me. They noticed and both of their faces softened as Techie sat me up gently. Papa left the room and came back with the white bag I remember as being a first aid kit.
The rest was painful, not nearly as bad as the blast but still horrible. Techie sat behind me, gently whispering soft and comforting things as papa peeled the remaining clothes off my body. Blood pooled in my mouth from biting my lip, a long pain filled whine slipping out. I flinched back as I realized what I'd done.
No noise. You don't getta make noises. They gonna be mad at me, they gonna leave me.
"Toms? Do you need me to stop for a minute? I know, it hurts, huh" Papa's gaze was gentle and kind, not angry.
"You no mad?" I asked meekly.
"Why would I be mad baby? You didn't do anything wrong?" Papa looked confused.
"Daddy doesn't like when I- when I make da ouchie noises. Says m' bad when I do" I looked down a little.
I couldn't help but think back to the times he made the punishments even more severe because I cried or whined. My hands began to shake and my breathing picked up slightly, my eyes squeezed shut as memories flashed through my mind.
"Toms? Hey Toms, you there?" Papa's hand cupped my face gently.
"Hey bubs, what's going on?" Techie stroked my hair softly.
I shook my head and they nodded in understanding. Papa came up and started to gently work on my injuries again. He used a silver enchanted flask from the bag to pour cold water over my arms, chest, back, and thighs. He dabbed at my face with the white textured strips covered in the same water. Cold, but don't wiggle. Daddy doesn't like it when I wiggle around.
Techie continued to gently pet my hair with one hand, the other reaching up with a wet cloth to wipe at my forehead. When he pulled it away it was covered in dirt and mud. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity papa put everything away and left the room, coming back with a stack of clothes.
"I got you some of your old clothes, do you need help changing?" He asked softly.
I slowly nodded, looking down. Normally I would be able to be at least mostly independent, but I felt smaller than usual. He smiled and set the clothes down.
"Alright, me or Techie?"
"Techie pease" I mumbled.
He left into the kitchen as Techie gently moved me off him. He picked up a pair of fuzzy black sweatpants and my old favorite red sweater, one I had stollen from Wil. He slipped the soft clothes on carefully before petting my head and sitting back down, allowing me to curl into him again.
"You're good Phil" He called out quietly.
"I got you some angel milk, have you had any before" I shook my head slowly as he sat down.
He handed me a kids water bottle and I hesitantly took a sip, it was probably the best thing I'd ever tasted. I continued to drink it slowly, trying to make it last in case they wouldn't give me more later. Techies hand began patting my head again, making me nuzzle into him before I realized what I was doing.
"Sowwy" I mumble, pulling away from him a bit.
"You didn't do anything wrong bubs, I'm sorry if I was being to touchy" Techie had an apologetic look on his face.
"Bu you didn' do nothin wrong?" I questioned tilting my head, "I was bein to clingy, daddy says dat bad"
He sighed and pulled me back into a gentle hug.
"Daddy was wrong bubs, cuddles and kisses are ok as long as both people are ok with it. He was wrong about the ouchie noises, you can make as many as you need to, and he was wrong to hurt you at all. Especially when you were small" He ran his hands through my hair, "It's ok Tommy, you're safe now"
It took me a minute to process his words but when I did I giggled quietly, allowing myself to relax into him. I continued to drink the milk, only stopping as I drifted off into a peaceful sleep for the first time in a while. The last thing I remember is Phil gently taking the water bottle and laying a blanket over us, and Techie softly kissing my head.
"Ni ni Techie" I whispered, finally falling into a land of dreams.
————— | fin | —————
the question for this chapter is...
how old do you tend to slip?
i usually go around 2-6, but sometimes younger or older! i think the youngest i've gone is somewhere in babyspace, and the oldest about 8 or 9.
