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The Flower of the Family - ftm Fundy

Requested by -covyl

Characters:

Fundy- he/it (deadname Flora)

Wilbur Soot- he/him

Tommy- he/him

Tubbo- he/bee

Niki- she/her

TW//: shouting, arguing, one brief mention of glass shattering, deadnaming and misgendering,

——— E N J O Y ———

  Fundy walked alongside the small pond inside yellow and black borders, listening to the distant chatter of his friends. Glass shattered, Tubbo screamed, Tommy cackled. There was a slight breeze, sweet and warm, as the sun shone through light, fluffy clouds. Fundy looked up, the wind tickling the tips of its ears. Wilbur had stepped outside, throwing a handful of glass shards into the bin.

  "Oh, hey Flora!" He called.

  "Hi, Dad..." Fundy responded quietly.

  "Are ya busy? We could use a gatherer, and you're like three-fourths fox, so..." His dad trailed off.

  "No, I'm not busy."

  "Awesome! We need..." Wilbur rattled off a list of ingredients for what the small country called 'potions.' They were really just drugs. Fundy tuned out of the conversation momentarily, watching a butterfly lazily glide by. "Flora? Got all that?" Fundy snapped back in.

  "Huh? Yeah. Beetroot, spider eyes, magma cream, sweet berries, and blaze powder." The fox hybrid listed.

  "You got it, girl! We don't need them instantly, but it'd be nice if you were back in say... thirty-ish minutes?"

  "Okay, Dad."

  "Love you!"

  "Love you too."

Fundy turned and started walking away from the van, towards the bicolored walls that surrounded the small plot. It was a chance for it to finally get to run like a fox. He shucked his coat and shirt and left it in some tall flowers, took off his hat and hung it on a branch in one of the trees. Then it lowered to all fours, stretching his back and paws, before setting a lazy trot. Fundy wasn't built like a human enough that his proportions were off for running. He was built like a fox that could stand. It was an anthropomorph. And, in turn, everyone joked about him being a furry. It didn't mind the jokes so much as it minded the deadnaming and misgendering. Although he wasn't out, so he couldn't complain. 

The trot slowly picked up to a slow jog, Fundy's orange and white tail flicking behind him. The terrain went from flower fields to a pine forest. The sky was grey here; pine needles littered the ground, making Fundy's tread quiet. He looked around the dark forest. The underbrush was rough, trunks littered the ground and it jumped over multiple. Then he spotted a flash of red, and stood, walking over to the berry bushes. It picked a few branches and carefully pocketed them in the hip of his trousers.

It walked around for another while, the sky turning a medium dusk blue as the beams of light filtering through the trees dimmed to a slight shimmer. Fundy started to head back to the van, sad his time in the woods was over. He thought over his younger childhood, when he was happy. Everything was so simple.

He was born into a small community of smiling faces, surrounded by bicolored walls. He grew with L'Manburg. It remembers when no one was tense, ready for attack. He remembers tall grasses swaying in the wind, the auburn chests of robins dancing in trees, the gentle waters lapping the soft sand. Tubbo talking excitedly about bees and flowers while Tommy laughed and laughed. Wilbur chatting in the afternoons with Niki, waiting for the younger residents to fall asleep. And that's all there was. It was like a family. A tight-knit family. The siblings would bicker and laugh and tease but when it really mattered, they'd come together. It was home.