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(2/3) Where is Home? - Tommyinnit

Three years.

Three years since they left.

Two and a half years since they came.

Three years in the woods.

Two years of comfort.

Tommy was seven now, still a bit dull and gloomy, and continued living in his little leaf shack. The three men, who he now considered a second family (who was he kidding, he had no family to begin with), would visit him at least twice a week.

The family of three were concerned, but didn't want to force the small boy to do anything. They would come around with food, helping when he went to do something, and helped him live.

Tommy was so grateful, words could never describe. He would usually get three hours of sleep, get up, get wood, scavenge for food, and wander through mines, not really caring about what happened. The men soon found out and made their own wooden shack across his leaf tent in the clearing of the woods.

The men would often ask Tommy if he wanted to spend the night in their shack, though he always declined, sadly. The family of three tried their best to help him steady himself, though sometimes it scared them of what he thought was normal or how much he trusted them or just didn't care. Tommy would just wander, and if he got lost, he'd just sit there, giving the wildlife some food while also gathering his surroundings, being sure to map it in his mind.

This night, however, was colder than usual. There was a blizzard coming their way, and the family of three knew Tommy would never survive, so they begged him, just for this one night. Tommy, the exhausted and clingy child he was, stepped up to Phil and hugged him, accepting their offer.

The boys were all ecstatic, bringing Tommy into their little hut, and getting his bed set up, as Tommy looked around confused, like he had never seen half the items before. The scariest moment they'd have to say was when Tommy asked what the furnace was.

Answering the small boy's questions, Techno gently picked up the small boy as Wilbur ruffled his hair. Tommy giggled lightly, melting their hearts as they laid down for the night.

Tommy was sure that was the longest he's slept in his life.

Nine whole hours later, Tommy woke up to the smell of eggs and stew. He laid there for a bit, too comfortable to move, until Phil came in to check on him, concern washing over him. Tommy quickly sat up, a bit too fast, and looked up at Phil who sat next to him. Tommy crawled over and sat in his lap, burying his face into his collarbone. Phil sat, a bit confused, but looked at how content Tommy was and all his worries washed away.

"You gotta eat, son... I made breakfast, would you like some?" Tommy looked up sleepily, "What's breakfast?" The simple question alone broke Phil's heart as he gently wrapped his arms around the frail boy, with seemingly no intentions of letting him go. Tommy almost fell asleep again hearing the gentle melody of Phil's heartbeat, but tried his best to stay awake.

Phil caught on, obviously. "It's okay to rest mate, just make sure you eat, okay Toms?" At the simple nickname alone Tommy almost cried. He didn't even know what from. He forgot a lot of things to remind other things, like his age. He had forgotten that a year after meeting Phil and his sons, and he also forgot what a normal amount of food was. He forgot what a normal person was like, he forgot what emotions were like, and he was so overwhelmed by what he had forgotten that it almost broke him.

His family would always help him, though, holding him close and and helping him through everything. One time, Tommy fell out of a tree after looking for apples, though he had slipped and broke his leg. He almost hadn't felt the pain, because he forgot what pain was. He forgot what life and death was. He didn't care what happened. As long as his family was there, it never mattered. When Tommy slipped, Techno was immediately there, picking him up and bringing his to the clearing, where he cleaned the wound, waiting for Phil to show up and wrap it. Wil sat cross-legged with Tommy's head in his lap, playing with his hair and humming a calming melody, soothing the young boy.

Hours later, Tommy woke up again, on a thing the others called a couch, surrounded by his family.

This was the day when he slowly started relearning what home was. Though it would start messy, his family would help him.

And that's all he ever needed.