The Embrace Of Vengeance

🍃Chapter 17🍃

That Night. . .

Tommy didn't know how to feel when Philza first told him his dead brother, the one that raised him, was unconscious in the basement. He had stayed silent as he attempted to process the information, ending up leaving to his room anyways. He hadn't left since then, and no one had come up to bother him, which he was grateful for.

Bur did come up once, to give him dinner which was steak and potatoes, but left shortly after. He was stuck, he knew in a way he should be mad at his older brother, the one that was unconscious in the basement at the moment, and not care too much that he was here. But at the same time, Tommy knew Wilbur cared about him and loved him, even during Pogtopia where he sometimes got physical with the other. 
   
He knew Wilbur was in a dark place at that time, on the verge of total collapse, and Tommy knew he only bared with the pain with the hope that his older -caring- brother was still in there. Maybe he was back now, now that the war was over and they both didn't have to deal with the stress of survival, he could be held once again by his father figure.

Tommy balled in on himself, ears flat against his head and tail surrounding him as he thought. He heard Phil leave, and knew Ghostbur was asleep now, andTechnoblade had come up a while ago to go to sleep himself. Wilbur was down there alone, Tommy could go down and see the other if he wanted to. Even if he was unconscious, the raccoon couldn't help but long to see the other. 

He missed him and their carefree memories, he wanted to make more like that. He wanted more deep cave adventures, wanted more carefree sparring matches, wanted to be able to go back to their old cozy cottage they had built long before Sally's death and Fundy's arrival. He missed his brother, his caretaker, the one he trusted with his life. So, silently, he crawled out of bed. It didn't take long for him to go down the ladder to the first floor, nor to the basement ladder. Technoblade was a heavy sleeper, and Ghostbur was no better than the twin- triplet? 

Tommy paused, eyes blinking as he thought. If Wilbur was alive, and Ghostbur is still alive, and Technoblade is their twin, then are they triplets? Now that got Tommy thinking, his tail swishing as he thought. It made sense in a way. He shrugged it off, he'd think about that later. So, as he descended down the ladder.

The raccoon quietly started heading father into the room, his fingers running against the walls as he did so, and un-shoed feet slightly kicking around so he wouldn't trip. Eventually, he hit a shoe, or at least he thinks it is. Reaching out slowly he felt his hand touch someone's hair. It felt curly in his grasp. Taking a deep breath he reached out for the man's face, softly caressing the other's cheeks, running his thumbs over the man's cheekbones as he slightly smiled. 

He knew it was Wilbur, that both relieved the other and scared him. He retreated his hands when Wilbur moved out of his grasp, a groan leaving the older brother. Tommy backed up some, but stopped when a deep intake was taken by the other. It seemed to freeze between the two, Tommy slightly scared and Wilbur- well he didn't really know.

By the sound of it he was surprised, so maybe he has that stupid surprised face as an expression, his eyes huge and mouth slightly agape in shock. "H-Hi Wilbur." His voice was small, he knew it was and he wasn't going to deny it. He was scared, what happened in Pogtopia still haunts him, the way he had to watch his role model slowly descend into madness, how he would gain bruises and even scars from the brownette. 

"T-Tommy? Is that really you?" He seemed like he was questioning if he was actually awake, which confused the other. 

"Yes, as far as I know I haven't lost my last life, so yes." He heard a laugh of relief. 

"I thought you were dead!" Tommy blinks in confusion. 

"Why would you think that?" 

"Because." Wilbur paused. "Dream, he- uh, he said you committed suicide." Tommy's face paled, not only because of the fact Wilbur was with his abuser, but because he also thought he was dead. 
   
"N-no, he lied! He did it as a cover-up for what he did!- What he did to ME!" Tommy knew he shouldn't yell, but he wasn't thinking. Just the mention of that masked man had him spiraling, his breath quickening as all he could hear was that man's voice, taunting him, yelling at him.

He remembered the times the man would have him spar with him, how he would just end up kicking the poor raccoon in the side, while he cried on the ground for the other to stop. He remembers the many TNT explosions that would go off, his taunting voice when he would leave to go back home, where he couldn't go. How he had smacked him around when Tommy actually did try to commit suicide, only making the teen feel more useless in the process. How physical he would get if Tommy did something he thought was dumb, setting TNT explosions off just to mess with him and put him back in line. How he had tried to kill him to cover up what he had done to the traumatized teen. 

Before he knew it the man's voice was getting louder, and even as the raccoon hybrid covered his poor ears Dream still wouldn't go away. He didn't know he was screaming, but apparently, he started to because before he knew it he was being engulfed into a tight hug, someone frantically trying to calm him down and take his hands away from his ears. He knew this smell, the earthy smell of his older brother Technoblade.

He was shaking, trying to understand the muffled voices trying to talk to him, and slowly he began to rock side to side, a soothing monotone voice softly talking to him as he ran his free hand through his hair. "Al....everyth...fine...kay?" Tommy's breathing slowly went back to normal, himself just listening to the words coming out of the eldest's mouth. "You're fine, whatever it is you're freaking out about I'll protect you from it. You don't need to be scared, ok?" 

Tommy slowly nodded, now noticing he was shaking and that during his panic his eyes had leaked a few tears. He tried to force himself to stop as he wiped away the few tears running down his face, but it seemed his body wanted to protest. "I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come down here by m-myself." It was quiet for a very long time, the fingers lacing through his hair slightly stopping before beginning again. 

"It's ok, Toms. I expected you'd do this, but I didn't think it would be the first night." A slight huff of laughter escaped his mouth. Tommy tried to smile, but it came out more shaky than he wanted. "Let's get you back to bed, we can try this again tomorrow if you want." Without hesitance he nodded, forgetting all about the fact that Wilbur was awake and probably watching this whole ordeal.