To Each Their Own, and Their Own to Each

Lovely People

Tommy's eyes stung when he opened them, the fierce light in the room blinding. He gave it a second and, sitting up, he rubbed his eyes. He stretched slightly, noticing how rejuvenated he felt, like he'd been reborn in a way. All that thirst, drowsiness, and hunger was gone and left with him being energized.

"Hey, kid."

Tommy jumped, startled, looking around for the voice.

"Above you."

Tommy looked up. A man stood over him, long pink hair falling over his shoulders. He had these geeky, rectangular reading glasses that sat perfectly on the bridge of his nose. A chain hung off the ends and dropped behind his neck.

"Uh...hi...?" Tommy coughed and cleared his throat. His voice sounded shredded.

"Hi. Come and eat, child."

"I'm not a child, I'm a big man!"

The guy gave him a once-over and then let out a breathy chuckle.

"Y'know, it's kinda rude to stare." He pointed out. This man did not seem very much like a gentleman. Tommy was, though, the biggest and gentlest man.

The guy shrugged and walked away. Tommy stood easily. Did he miss something? Why was he not hurting badly?

Tommy made his way over to where the man had disappeared. He stood in the doorway to a dining room staring at the scene before him. That man from before, Phil, was at the head of the table. Wilbur was on one side and the mystery man was on the other. It looked like somebody had been cooking all night with the amount of food on the table. Wilbur spotted him and motioned to the seat beside him. Tommy silently made his way over and sat beside him. He took note of the tattoos that lined their arms, similar to his but theirs looked more like English.

"Tommy, right?" Phil asked.

His smile was warm. He sounded warm. Everything about him was inviting.

"Yeah." His one word was barely legible, nothing like Phil or Wilbur's words.

"Welcome to our home, mate! I understand you had a small... experience at the shops. Want to tell us about it?"

Gods, why did he feel the urge to just splurge his feelings onto a man he's barely met?

"What am I supposed to say...?" He didn't want to think about all of those people lying dead on the floor no matter how inviting Phil felt.

"Just... describe the feeling when it happened. You don't have to if you don't want to. I know I would've been terrified."

Wilbur knew that was a lie. He was Phil and Phil was never scared of anything.

"I'm not...sure. It kinda just happened. I guess dread? Like... there was this hole in my chest and it hurt to breathe." Tommy started mumbling halfway through.

"Well, you don't have to worry about that anymore. We'll make sure nothing happens. You're safe here."

"But I..I don't- Why are you being so nice to me? You don't even know me."

Phil sat silently for a moment.

"We can learn. What I know is that you were alone and scared yesterday. Kids like you should have somebody to teach you about what's going on."

Tommy laughed at that.

"You sound like your givin' me the sex talk, big man. Teaching the kids all about it, huh?"

Phil shook his head and smiled wide.

"You're trying not to laugh. Let it out, go ahead."

The table started sharing some uncomfortable laughs. Tommy didn't make very good jokes.

"Would you be interested in staying? We could help show you how these abilities work and how to control them." Wilbur nudged him.

"I don't...that isn't your responsibility, it's mine." Tommy murmured.

It was true, he swears. He'd known Wilbur for 2 days, Phil for one, and he'd never met this pink haired guy. Why should they help him? These people were being unnecessarily kind.

"It shouldn't have to be. Like I said, you're a kid. That's way too much responsibility. I mean, you have godly powers. In what world should you deal with that alone?" Phil sighed.

Tommy thought for a moment.

"Could you teach me not to kill anyone..." Tommy stared at his hands.

Phil gave him a sad smile.

"We'll have to find out what ability you possess, but of course."

"Then I'll stay."

"Perfect." Phil kept smiling at him. He still liked Phil a lot.

"Well, as I'm sure you could guess, this city is the home of gods and goddesses alike. We all live in harmony here, and it's very rare that anything ever happens to us."

Tommy nodded along with what he was saying.

"This is Techno by the way. Technoblade." He patted the man from earlier on the shoulder.

"That's a weird name."

"Ha, wait until you meet all of Ranboo's friends." Techno snickered.

Tommy bagged away his feelings about the name for now.

"Techno is The Blood God, terrifying right?" Wilbur teased.

"Please Wil, don't make fun." Phil poked him.

"Phil is the God of Death, probably the most epic guy in this city." Wilbur continued, raising his fork to his mouth.

"You haven't even met Karl." Techno rolled his eyes.

"Are you insulting your own father?" Wilbur hissed.

"No."

Tommy liked these people. They seemed pretty pog.

"What am I supposed to be?"

Phil stared for a moment.

"It's rude to stare, Phil." Techno shot Tommy a look. Tommy smiled at this.

"Well to be honest, we aren't really sure. I looked at the markings on your arm while you were sleeping." Wil explained.

"That's not creepy at all."

"You were knocked out. Anyways, The language looked similar to Latin, but Tech couldn't read it. It may be a mixture of languages which sadly is going to be nearly impossible to figure out on our own easily." Wilbur stabbed more food on his plate. Tommy took a bite of his too, unsure how it got to him.

Phil spoke up.

"We at least know you are a god. We just need to figure out what, and I think I know just the person to help."