To Each Their Own, and Their Own to Each

Reborn

"When I use my ability, I use it differently than Techno."

Wilbur waved his hands.

"My ability is all mentally based. I can't just expect to use it willy nilly. I have to drive every emotion out so I can use it whenever I need and be calm while doing it."

Tommy watched as he stared daggers into his gaze.

"Every emotion should be able to lead back to how you reign in on what you're controlling. In this case, controlling what exactly your power is."

Wilbur seemed to contemplate something for a moment.

"What's wrong?"

Wilbur suddenly perked up.

"I have an idea! We may have to push this training to another day."

Wilbur grabbed his hand and led him back through the house and out the front door. They started down a regular path then turned into an unfamiliar street. The house they came to was painted in a pale shade of a color he couldn't place because it changed as he moved.

Wilbur knocked on the door.

When the door opened, Tommy observed the woman standing there.

She looked like a captain, or a pirate of some sort. Her hair was white and fluffy and her eyes shone brighter than Wilbur, Phil or Techno's.

"Hey Puffy, do you think you could do a future reading for me?" Wilbur smiled.

The woman frowned.

"Is this an emergency?"

"I need to find out what Tommy's ability is. Not even Ranboo could read his arms, and we still haven't heard any updates from him."

The Puffy woman seemed to consider this.

"Fine, come in."

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Puffy laid a hand on his forehead after he had laid on her couch. He immediately felt a buzz around him as his entire body went numb.

"Wi'ma...?" He whined for the soft-eyed man.

"Shush, kiddo, it's just the process." Puffy slid his eyelids down and he fell straight asleep.

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The dead tulip formed back to a healthy state in the palm of a hand.

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The crow's black eyes stared back as it rose and flew out of a grasp.

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The fire spread above and was out in a flash.

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Tommy sat up with a gasp of air. He felt tears slip from his eyes without his consent. Wilbur was in front of him in seconds, holding his hand and tucking his head into his chest.

"Rebirth."

Tommy and Wilbur looked up.

"What?"

"He... can reverse the point of life... or make it fast forward."

"Surely that's not it though... What about all of the deceased bodies?"

Puffy tsked.

"A product of extreme outbursts. It's harder to see past that because he got overwhelmed with only a few images. I suggest letting him rest for the rest of the day."