[DISCONTINUED FIND OTHER ON PROFILE!]The Woodland Farm (Dream SMP x Milf!Reader)

Chapter 13

The house was cold when Tommy entered the night before, Elizabeth was sleeping on the couch when he came inside, and there was no sign that you were even inside at first. He panicked, and worried that something had happened to you. He checked all the rooms in the house, even the cold basement he hated visiting alone. But you were nowhere to be found... 'Maybe she's on a little trip and getting supplies, or maybe she was still outside collecting firewood..' Tommy wondered as he tried his best to be optimistic about it, ah, but the pessimistic thoughts rolled in... 'Maybe Dream found her, or she's freezing to death right now...' He worried greatly.

Elizabeth awoke from her nap and saw Tommy, she purred as she got down and nuzzled Tommy's legs, it seemed like she wanted to comfort Tommy in any way she could. Tommy calmed down and sat on the couch, but he couldn't sit down for long, the house was frigid, and the snow outside was piling up. The good thing was that you always kept firewood inside, in case something like this ever happened if he recalled correctly. He moved a few of the floor boards and pilled a few split logs into the fireplace, he then lit it with a flint and steel you kept in a little match box instead of matches. The fire burned as he went to grab something to eat. There was a sweet berry jam in the cabinet, along with some crackers and dried fruit. Tommy ate it in silence as he sat in front of the fire with one of his blankets, you were lucky enough to own a music disk or two, and even a jukebox, so Tommy put one on. "Chirp".

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Tommy awoke to the sound of meowing from a familiar grey cat, he got up from the couch he was sleeping on, he didn't sleep in his room because he wanted to wait for you to come home. Tommy went down into the basement, he hated it there, but he quickly grabbed two dried cod and three water bottles. Tommy fed Elizabeth one of the fish, and he ate the other as he repeated the "Chirp" disk, he stoked the fire again and the house became warmer.

The hours passed by slowly, but Tommy kept busy playing with Elizabeth, and cleaning up after himself, he knew how you hated a mess. It was maybe around noon when he heard heavy footsteps come up the porch stairs, they weren't yours... He panicked as he saw the door knob turn slowly as it opened, Tommy quickly grabbed Elizabeth and one of your iron kitchen knives from your knife block, granted it was a bit dull, but at least he had something to defend himself with. He stood there, shaking as the door opened, to reveal someone who he didn't expect to see at all.

Technoblade. He seemed pissed off for whatever reason as soon as he saw him, AND WHY DID HE HAVE YOUR KEY? Tommy was clearly frightened as he held Elizabeth in his left arm, the older cat was alright with being held, she just stared at Technoblade as the exchange happened,

"What are you doing here Thesus?" Techno's voice seemed sturn, and because it was monotone, it was more like a command then a question,

"I-I uh-" Tommy struggled with his words as Techno walked closer to him, instinctively the boy backed up until his back hit one of your bookshelves, it was one that had photos of you and your family, along with a nice (Favorite/colored) pot that had an (favorite/flower) in it. Some of the pictures, and the pot tumbled down, Techno took his eyes off of Tommy to catch the items, he didn't want them to break. Tommy took that opportunity to quickly slip past Techno's left side and ran out the front door, he screamed in fear of being killed by him as he ran through the snow. Elizabeth slipped out of the boy's arm and fell into the cold snow, she mowed a bit, as if she was distrubed from a nap. Tommy looked behind him to try and pick her up but Techno was right behind him, a couple yards away, damn, how fast was his walking speed??

"Tommy?!" Tommy looked over to see you coming out of the barn, with a ghost he knew, Elizabeth got up from the snow and ran towards you, and Tommy followed suit, dropping the kitchen knife he had held in the snow.