Tommy's Guide to Owning a Pet Army

Things Unsaid

Tommy was having a good day. Was being the movement when he heard the screams of a sheep dying in the distance.

He hated those noises, and his animals knew that. Something was wrong. But he brushed it off, knowing (hoping) that his animals would take care of it.

Boy was he wrong.

He had come back to his strongest limping towards him and whimpering, and a very guilty looking Techno and Philza trailing behind them. Not that he could see that, but he assumed they looked guilty.

He almost had a heart attack right then and there when he heard the sounds of hurt animals becoming worse and worse.

He had sprinted to the shed and grabbed every single medical supply he could hold, then rushed back to treat the animals, making sure each and everyone of them was attended to. When they were all cared for, he set his attention on the guilty party that had caused this mess.

He assumed they had ran, since he couldn't hear their voices anymore.

Everything had gone wrong since they had gotten here. He was finally learning to cope with his blindness, and he felt a sense of purpose every time one of his animals would brush against him.

He needed to protect them, and that meant kicking out the nuisances that come back into his life. He didn't know why they had even come here in the first place, nobody liked him back home.

He was always pushed around and never listened too, always yelled at or forgotten about, but here, he was finally able to live peacefully. No thanks to them.

Fast forward a bit, he was now standing in front of his ex-family, gripping the invisibility potion and the arrow tightly. He grit his teeth, thinking about what he should say when his animals answered for him.

A ravenous snarl was heard, along with the clamping of jaws. A large wolf came to the front, sitting next to Tommy and rubbing its head against his hand, trying to calm him down. It growled at them again, but not as loud but arguably more aggressive than the last one.

They scooted back a bit more, their back brushing against the wall of the barn.

Tommy sighed, he really didn't want any more of his animals to get hurt.

"Why?"

Technoblade and Philza looked at each other.

"What?" Tommy sighed. They always seemed so oblivious.

"Why did you shoot this arrow?" He held it out, blood still dripping from it's razor-sharp edge.

"How do you know it's mine?" Technoblade said, crossing his arms as he tried to sound intimidating. It wasn't really working when hundreds of beady eyes were watching him. He wondered how Tommy wasn't creeped out by this.

Tommy rolled his eyes, and felt around the arrow until he found the gem sticking out of the shaft. He pointed at it, and then scoffed.

"There's only one person I know who puts emeralds into arrows. Do you think I'm dumb?"

By this time, Ace had jumped onto his shoulders and was trying to calm him down, as were the other hundred animals behind him.

Tommy put his hands on his forehead. His headache was coming back.

"Why? Why would you shoot the sheep when I feel like you would know not to mess with my tigers."

Technoblade looked down.

"Look, I know we aren't on the best of terms right now, but this is my home."

Philza opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by Tommy.