Witness [DSMP Reader Insert]

Chapter 7: Deal

Tommy stirs but not by the usual trope of the morning daylight peeking through the curtains and landing on his eyes. No, it's actually by that trope of someone er- some people shouting, and it's coming from downstairs.

He unfolds his eyes, expecting to find himself to be in the living room of [Y/n] where he lays on the couch, and then realizing that he's in an unfamiliar place in an unfamiliar bed. Right, I'm at Technoblade's place.

Tommy scans his surroundings as he sat up, seeing no Paul, the furry friend, with him and no Purpled, one of his least favorite people in the group. At least the ringing subsided for now but the yelling is dragging on. This is not how I want my fucking mornings to be... He irritably thought as he yawns.

The blond teen pulls the covers away from him and then steps out of the comfort of the bed, feeling the warmth from before vanishing. He slightly waddles over to the stairs, hearing the voices becoming clearer and louder as he comes closer to the source. 

"You worthless low-life!" The voice raised in volume. Wha- that was Techno's?!

He quickens his pace on the stairs, feeling the sudden adrenaline crawling up his body, and as he enters the first floor, there he beholds the tall pigman on his right with a disgruntled expression on him. And the appearance of Paul the dog, barking at the situation in excitement, is seen a little behind the pink-haired man from where Tommy stands. And to his left was the recognizable [Y/n] with a glare locked on Technoblade. Jinx, the black cat, was on a board of a window viewing the scene in the background and, a blue sheep? Friend? Was Ghostbur here?

"Fucking brute with an attitude problem!" they snarl. What the fuck is going on?! Tommy quietly panics as he sweats. He glances at them both in a back and forth motion before he noticed that [Y/n]'s eyes aren't red. The teen did a mental note of their eye color changing depending on their mood so since it's staying in its the original color, he lets out a muted sigh. Worst morning ever. "And now we make out, " [Y/n] grins as their eye color shifts to orange before receiving a swift punch to the head by Techno.

"Wh-?! Wha-?! What?! The fuck?" Tommy joins the screaming out of pure confusion by that last line of [Y/n]'s. What the fuck is going on?! Is this bitch ok? I didn't even know [Y/n] can be like this!!

"I am so done with this, " he grunts while [Y/n] was laughing out of amusement and misery with their torso lowered as they held onto their possible broken skull. The eye was tearing up.

Paul barks at the nonsense, coming to [Y/n]'s aid and licks them.

"Come on, it's a joke, " they stated in between their attempts of calming the grey canine down. [Y/n] then veers around to Tommy. "M-morning Tommy, " they awkwardly chuckled as they averted their eyes away from him. Some noticeable sweat was seen on them as well as their eye color changing to a beety red. Are they mad? He sweats.

"Morning to you, too, " he greets back as he walks over to Friend, petting their soft wool, "...Are you really gonna make out?"

"Look at what you did to the child, " Technoblade dramatically expressed to which [Y/n] was trying their best to hold back laughter.

"I am not a child!" Tommy went on the defensive, "I am a big lad, a big man, and I deserve some fucking respect!"

"Saids the child, " the pigman grins.

"Fuck you bitch!" the blondette shouted.

"Wow, great combat, " his tone revealing sarcasm.

"Fuc-"

"Boys, boys, " [Y/n] jumps in with a calmer outlook than before, "Calm down and let's have brunch already. I made us some cheesy potato tots." there was a neat smile on them as they gesture to the kitchen counters and in view, Tommy detects their food craft.