Let Us Adore You

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I am discontinuing this fic.

Sadly, over these past few-- many months, I have realized I'm no longer part of this fandom. The spark I once had is gone, no matter how hard I tried to convince myself otherwise, and trust me-- I tried.

I had also tried to write a new chapter for the longest time, but it never felt quite right. It was a combination of lack of interest and me shittin' on myself cause I thought it was bad.

It was fun while it lasted, and I thank ya'll for reading this silly story. It meant a lot to me!

And If someone wants to pick this story up they can go right ahead.

Also, here are some small excerpts of the chapter I was trying to write if you wanna read them. Looking back I swear I had Tommy sleeping for half the time; it was a bad literary device.

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The next few days passed swiftly, like the grains of sand in an hourglass. Tommy was languidly napping away when someone so rudely decided to barge into his room.

Tut, tut, surprise, surprise, it was Wilbur.

His lips pulled back in a snarl, unveiling his nearly-developed fangs-Sharp, needle-like. Exhaustion from his transformation had left him a bit pissy, but Wilbur was undeterred as he strolled up to Tommy's bed, yanking the precious sheets off his body.

"The fuck Wilbur I'm trying to sleep man!" he whined, bleary-eyed and exasperated. Wilbur just flashed that shit-eating grin of his.

"Oh don't be so pissy," he dismissed, tugging at Tommy's arm. "today's your surprise!"

He perked up at that.

"Surprise?"

"Surprise!" Wilbur echoed cheerily, nodding.

"We have a surprise for you, in a couple of days."

"I'm sure you'll love it."

Fuck, I forgot.

He dragged a hand down his face, "oh yeah."

Shrugging Wilbur off, he got off the bed himself, shuffling through his closet to find something suitable.

"Out."

Wilbur left, but not before ruffling his hair and telling him to meet them in the courtyard.

His scowl turned into a slight smile when Wilbur left the room, though he'd never let the bastard know.

"Alright," he sighed, eying the selection, "clothes."

Peeling through the layers of shirts and pants, he pondered what the surprise would be. Though, as his eyes caught a deep velvet-colored sweater, something clicked. Picking at the garment's fabric, he drew it out of its hanger, along with some black pants, taking off his pajamas and slipping the clothes on.

Satisfied, Tommy brushed his teeth and combed his hair. Speckled eyes met their owners as they looked in the mirror. His fangs glinted in the harsh bathroom lights. Flattening his sweater, he smiled.

This color shouldn't stain.

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The garden was as beautiful as ever; even underneath the thick, rolling clouds that purged the sun from view. Today was the perfect day it seemed, at least for his kind. There was a slight singe on his cheeks from the pesky rays that made it through the clouds, but nothing to worry about.

Across the stone path, ending right where the fountain curled with vines, were his brothers and sire, chatting happily, along with four bundled things. They wriggled and writhed in the dirt, and with his enhanced hearing whimpers and muffled screams could be heard through the tarp they were zipped in.

Tommy grit his teeth as his ears separated the noise, tongue running across his teeth irritably. It'd been many years, but he remembered her. Even in her pitiful whimpers, that snide, ear-grating lilt in her voice made his gut roll. The three others, on the other hand, were lost to him. But none the matter.

Biting back the snarl he so desperately wanted to flare, he called to the others, who returned his greeting with warm smiles and beckoning hands. The bags picked up their pules.

A couple more steps and he was face to face.

Pop!

"Surprise!" "Surprise!"

Confetti rained down. Tommy blinked, taken aback, then he grinned at his brothers once the message was clear.

"They insisted on the confetti cannons; I think they were a nice touch," Philza said, tsking at a bag that had wormed a little too far and yanking it back. It shrieked.

His hindbrain purred in rapture, pupils blowing.

"Ya'll got some smoothies over there?"

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There was a deep-set sort of malaise that settled in Tommy's bones the day after his transformation. It left him napping the majority of the day, which bled onto the next day, and the next, and then the next, until five consecutive days had passed.

He was still languidly sprawled out on his bed when a series of knocks broke him out of his sleep.

"Young master," a voice that was undeniably Jack's called from behind the door. "It's time to wake up, Master Philza, with excitable gesticulation might I add, requests you get up today for your surprise."

"Hng" he wiped the drool from his lips. "The wha-"

The door opened. Tommy blearily opened his eyes.

Wasn't the surprise for another couple days?

"How long have I been asleep?" he yawned, swinging his legs over the ledge of the bed.

A blob of pink popped through the doorframe.

"5 days," said Nikki cheerily as she walked in.