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One, two, three-
His trembling fingers reach to grab the knife beside him; a straight cut, quick and fast - and drain again.
Stupid, dumb, changeling and his stupid, uncontrolled venom.
The black oozes out of his wound and drips into the white porcelain sink. Shit better not stain I swear to god-
His breath hitches, and a sharp hiss comes through his grit teeth as he squeezes his arm -basically wringing it out at this point- and watches in disgust at the seemingly endless amount of ooze leaking out of his arm until there's nothing more than a couple drops running down.
Finally, its stopped.
"And now the bandages-"
"That's some nasty shit you got going on over there Tech."
He rolls his eyes. "Some nasty shit caused by the snot goblin you snatched up," he says as he wipes his arm clean of the fluid.
Wilbur walks up the the sink in what could only be described as cautious curiosity. His nose scrunches up in disgust as he gazes into the mess in it. "That's definitely some gross shit."
"Pretty sure we established that earlier Wilbur."
"Yeah but its even grosser up close."
He snorts. "Don't think that's a word pal," hmmm, where are they? "And pass me the bandages will ya?" He says. And Wilbur complies.
"You know..." Wilbur starts, hopping onto the counter.
A wince as a throb pulses up his arm.
"Yeah?"
"You doing alright there Tech?"
"M'fine," he grumbles.
His eyelids droop. And he lazily meets Technoblades eyes, an unimpressed look on his features though with an almost untraceable hint of worry. "Doesn't seem like it my friend," he says.
"Is it so hard for you to belie- ow!" He hisses as Wilbur presses a finger on his arm. It feels like lightning shooting through his body.
Wilbur just sighs. "Doesn't hurt to hurt my friend." He gets off of the counter, his boots make a sharp clack as they hit the tile floor. "And that's why I'm taking over the mission for you. Take a nice rest alright? We're worried for you."
"Uh-huh, hurt me cause you're worried for me, impeccable logic you got there Wilbur," he bites out.
"Just- rest you stubborn bitch."
He rolls his eyes but smiles a bit.
"Sure." He says, "And make sure not to rough them up too much, need em alive, not barely breathing."
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"Wake him up already!" A voice whispers.
"No you do it-" another hisses back.
"I'm nervous, Jack."
"Well I don't wanna do it either!"
"Put on your big boy pants for gods sake! Just nudge him a bit."
Tommy shifts a bit, eliciting a jump from the two. He glances at her, brows creased, and sweaty.
"Heard he's feral, like younger master Technoblade but worse." She whispers, "What if he bites me? Surely i'd die!"
"Well I don't wanna get bitten either!"
"Poke im' with a stick yeah?" He suggests, "then run if things get dangerous."
She sighs. "He's not even a century and we're scared of him! Fate of us lessers, we're scared of a changeling," she purses her lips as she walks closer to the bed, eyeing his sleeping form as if its some sort of complex math equation. "You know what? I'm going for it." She states with a newfound sense of determination in her voice.
"I'll leave you to that, s'your death though, just saying."
"Way to be supportive Mr. Head butler," she says, sarcasm dripping in her words.
Slowly but surely she reaches her arms over to shake the boy awake. He groans and she flinches a bit in response.
"Too early," He complains, voice groggy and raspy, "lemme sleep.." And if to prove his point the teen basically rolls himself in the blanket even further, like a goddamn burrito.
She gulps and glances at the other; he just shrugs in response.
"B-but master Philza requires your presence at the breakfast table." She says.
Tommy makes a strangled noise. And as quickly as he rolled himself up the sheets loosen around him as he sits straight up, almost rigid.
"The hell are you!?" He exclaims. Though he immediately relaxes as the previous days memories flood his brain, "Oh." He says, "yeah that..." He squints his eyes at the other two at the room, "y'all work here right?"
Right in from of him were two people. A woman, not tall but not short, in what seemed to be a traditional maids outfit. Her face was nice and petite, a pair of glasses sitting atop her deep blue eyes. Tied up in a messy bun was peach-pink hair with brown roots. On her lips was a warm, but nervous smile. The man, of about average height, sported, as if in compliment to the woman's, a traditional butlers outfit. His face was oval-ish yet square, his eyes a greyish blue. He was rocking a buzzcut as well. And also held a nervous but warm smile.
Alrighty he seems docile enough, both think.
"Something like that.." The man responds, though still weary.
"Names?"
"Huh?" Both say in unison.
"Names, know what those are?" He mocks.
"Oh yes- certaintly! My name is Niki-" the newly named Niki starts.
He cuts her off. "And mines Jack!"
Niki coughs. "We're both the head maid and butler respectively." Niki continues whilst throwing a glare at the other, "We we're sent by Master Philza to both introduce you to us as well as inform you that he requests your attendance and the breakfast table."
"Ah."
"- And I think it would be in all of our best interest to hurry there, as we are already running late." Jack cuts in. Niki nods.
They both walk to the door, opening it for Tommy. "Come with us please."
So he follows. Todays gonna be something.
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Notes:
It hurts me to write master as much as im pretty sure it hurts to you read it. Just sayin'. Or is it just me I dunno.
And the eye thing, lessers are less likely to have red eyes, s'just it. Im lazy aight?
In all honesty I don't know Niki and Jacks characters all to well. Hopefully im doing in kinda right...hopefully.
As per usual, if you make it this far, have a nice day/ night, wherever you are! And if need be it, have some water. S'good to water yourself!
Till next time!
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