Sbi oneshots

Wings? Pog

Based in dsmp, Tommy reaches birb age ig im not entirely sure yet, I make this up as I go along 🧍

Third person pov:

The snow cottage was unusually quiet, the occupants of the home were either out or asleep, except for Tommy.
The had awoken to an overwhelming aching pain in his back, close to the centre of his back near the bottom of his scapulas, to be more specific, burned like hell.

He had woken up in a cold sweat, the new and worrying pain immediately made him stressed and anxious, he didn't want to wake anyone and decided to try and deal with it himself.
Maybe he just... pulled a muscle?

It's like his back was on fire, laying down only made it worse, whenever he tried to reach back and feel what it was, it just made it feel worse, as if he was only tugging on whatever was happening back there.
He felt like he had just been stabbed with two daggers in his back, like there was something there that there wasn't supposed to be.

He decided to carefully get up out of bed and hobble down the stairs to the living room, careful not to wake anyone else.
He make his way over to the kitchen and gently pulled out a glass from the cupboard and filled it up with cold fresh water.
His mouth was dry when we woke up, only making him feel more uncomfortable.
He hoped somehow water would help him, maybe wake him up enough to magically fix whatever was happening.

He flinched and groaned at a sharp pain that shot through his back, dropping his glass of water in the process, "shit." He cussed through his teeth, knowing the echoing smash of glass was sure to have woken someone.

He bent down to pick it up but felt another, stringer surge of pain hit him, making his legs feel weak and his head pound causing him to fall to his knees with a thud.
As he fell he held his hands also placed themselves on the floor for support, accidentally cutting them on some stray pieces of glass, "fuck!" He whimpered.

What the hell was happening?
When the hell did he get injured?
Maybe this really is a huge problem???
Maybe he should call Phil?!
Was he going to die?!?!

His mind was racing.

He clutched his shirts fabric that was over his chest as he took deep breaths, the pain in his back continuing to grow more and more, he hoped gripping his shirt close to his collar would help him breathe better.
He gritted his teeth and whined at the pain, his head tilted towards the ground as tears formed in his eyes, the pain was sudden, it pounded at random, he just wanted it to end.

His whimpering cries of pain did wake someone in the house, the brunette immediately jumped out of bed and put on his glasses before running down the stairs to see his brother hunched over on his hand and knees on the floor crying, blood on his hands and glass scattered as he held his chest in pain.
"Tommy?" Wilbur panicked, "Tommy, what's going on are you okay?" He carefully rip-toed past all the glass to make his way to the aggressively trembling boy.

Tommy could only focus on the pain, why was it so painful? He only caught glimpses of Wilburs voice, "W-wil-l?" He choked, trying his best not to collapse, the pain was taking a huge toll on his tired body, he started to feel very weak.

"Hey. Yeah Tommy it's me." He crouched infront of him and placed a hand on his shoulder, "Tommy, I need you to stay calm, okay? Phil will be home soon and-"

Tommy felt a sudden huge surge of pain, he let out a loud cry as he felt like his skin was ripping open, he felt like his bones in that area were readjusting somehow even though he didn't have any there.
He heard a loud rip of his shirt and just like that, the pain almost entirely disappeared, the pain left stung but in comparison was nothing at all, the loss of pain calmed him causing him to immediately pass out, falling straight into Wilburs arms.

Wilbur was shocked at the sight, the boy let out a pain filled cry as a rip echoed through the room and two magnificent red, blood covered wings sprung from his bad, reaching up high, they looked soft and elegant, the feathers looked new and messy, but the colour was enough to make anyone stare in awe.
Wills mouth was agape, absolutely stunned in shock at this new experience, the unconscious boy fell into his arms, going limp immediately. The pain must've really taken a toll on his body.

The brunette just sat there in shock with the boys head against his chest, he gently reached his hands up and held him close, confused and scared, he had no idea what to do in a situation like this.

Just in time, as if on cue, a very distressed looking man swung the front door open, his eyes immediately darting around to find the source of the screams, letting the cold from outdoors flow into the house.
His eyes landed on his sons, the older had tears in his eyes, he looked terrified, he was holding the unconscious younger whom had an interesting new physical characteristics attached to his back. Both surrounded by broken glass and blood.

"P-Phil I don't- I don't know what h-happened I just-" Wilbur choked, clearly feeling discombobulated by the recent events.

Phil immediately knew what was going on, "it's okay, Wilbur, Tommy will be okay." He promised, stepping towards them, his wooden sandals stopping glass from piercing his skin, he carefully picked up Tommy, "don't move, Wilbur, I'll clean the glass up in a second." He ordered, he took Tommy up the stairs and placed him back in his bed, he smiled as he remembered how he went through the exact same process, he remembered the pain and the confusion as well as the panic and new, awkward feelings it led to.

He went back downstairs and helped Wilbur out of the glass and they cleaned it up, he explained as much as he could to him, smiling at the thought of the blondes reaction when he wakes up later.