Building a Bridge

Big Man Tommy Does Not Need No Therapy

I cracked open my eyes, I felt horrible. Like I woke up before I needed to. I rolled out of bed and looked outside.It was dark. I groaned, why did I have to wake up so early? I had a sudden urge to go outside. I don’t really know, it just feels better out there. I opened my door and jogged out to the porch. It was so dark with the navy blue sky and the black tree’s. The wooden porch looked like a dark oak instead of the regular oak in the daytime. The bright light from the lantern made me squint. I opened my eyes back up to see a small flying thing next to the light.

I raised my eyebrow, “Hey, what are you?”

The creature flapped its wings and flew over to me in response.

“I’m gonna name you Clementine.” I decided, holding my finger out to let it sit on it.

The creature sat there for a little before the door opened and Phil came out, scaring it.

I pouted and turned to face him, “What? You interrupted my quality time with Clementine.”

He furrowed his eyebrows together and said “Huh?”

I huffed and pointed towards the light where Clementine had gone back to, “Clementine! She sat on my finger before you came out.”

Phil glanced behind me and stated slowly, “That's a moth,”

I rolled my eyes and brushed my way past Phil back into the warmth of the house. Phil grabbed my hand and brought me to the kitchen. It was really dark until Phil lit a few candles, even then it was still pretty dark.

“Sup,” Said a random voice in the dark that totally did not make me flinch.

Phil sighed, “That’s Techno, he can be… The unintentionally pop out-of-nowhere type…”

“Whatever,” I huffed, “I wasn’t scared anyway!”

Techno stared at me as he moved closer to me, “Sure.”

I stared back until a few seconds after I did NOT GET SCARED-

Phil cleared his throat, “So… Um… Haha, is anyone up for some coffee?”

I furrowed my eyebrows, "Coffee?"

"Uh... Yeah, it's a drink me and Techno like," Phil explained.

I hummed, "I guess I could try that,"

Phil made some 'coffee' and brought me and Techno a cup. I blew on it and took a sip. I coughed violently. It tasted bitter and horrible.

“Toms, are you ok?” Phil asked, concern edged in his voice.

“No, I am not. What is this menace?!” I replied, 

“It’s called coffee and it’s delicious.” Techno eyed me.

I glared back.

“Well, everyone’s tastes are different.” Phil noted, attempting to ease the tension.

“I guess,” I remarked, still staring daggers into Technoblade’s eyes.

Hours passed until the light peaked through the window. I yawned.

“So, Tommy.” Phil started.

I hummed in response.

Phil continued, “We wanted to talk to you about something.”

“You,” Techno interrupted.

“I wanted to talk to you about something.” Phil corrected.

I straightened, “And… What is it you would like to talk to me about?”