WITH PHIL, WILBUR AND TECHNO
Phil had walked into the lounge to see Techno reading on the armchair in the corner and Wilbur sitting on the sofa looking anxious. Phil walked over and sat next to him.
"Wilbur calm down. Why are you stressed?" Phil patted his son's back.
Wilbur looked at his father "I don't know if he will trust me anymore you know? Like how do I make it up to him as he definitely knows I'm Siren." Wilbur put his head in his hands.
Phil looked over to Techno who just seemed unfazed by the situation but by the way his foot slightly tapped and he turned the pages so quickly Phil could also tell Techno was worried for the boy. "look you have to wait for him. He will come around so quit worrying" Phil looked over to Techno "you too, I can tell you're worried."
Techno looked up from the book and nodded. He went strait back to reading. Wilbur was still worried.
"How about you take his food and not me?" Phil asked and he got a nod from Wilbur. "There are things you need to do though such as if he starts to his stop and take a step back; I want you to put a little spot of chalk there so I also know how close you can get. Another thing is you must move slowly and predictably; he will be watching because he wants to know if you're a threat. Don't worry though it's not just you but everyone."
Wilbur looked over to his dad "thanks."
ANOTHER TIME SKIP :)
Tommy awoke to hearing knocking on the door before it opened. He sat up so quickly that he probably should have had whiplash. He looked over to the door and there stood Wilbur holding a plate of food like Phil had said earlier. Wilbur walked in slowly and went to put the plate on the bedside until he heard a hissing noise, so he stopped, took a step back and as he went to place down the plate he made a marking in chalk on the wooden floor. He left the plate on the floor and stood up slowly and walked back a few steps.
"How are you Tommy?" Wilbur asked tilting his head slightly. He remembers his dad did that when he would get upset; he guessed it was a bird thing so he tried it.
Tommy didn't say anything but he tilted his head a bit also and just let out a low and quiet trill you could have not heard if you weren't paying attention. Wilbur didn't want to push so he left letting Tommy calm down.
Tommy looked over to the food, it was curry, and sniffed it. He knew he should eat what they give him but he was hungry; he really wanted food. He picked up the plate and had a spoon full; it was heaven! His wings ruffled a bit but that caused him pain because of the unkept feathers.
He continued to eat the food. He continued to think whilst eating:
What was he to do now? he trusted Wilbur and it turns out he was Siren! The angel keeps coming in the room, one minute he seems weirdly concerned and the next he threatens Tommy?! He couldn't trust Wilbur, that was something he knew.
Tommy was sad as Tubbo and Ranboo probably thought he was a dead. No, his flock thought he was dead. He's such an idiot! he could have told Tubbo he was being chased earlier! He has lost everyone, Tubbo and Ranboo which were basically family to each other, Wilbur whom he thought he could let in but got hurt instead, Niki is going to be wandering why her employee isn't in work. It's all gone wrong and it's his fault!
Tommy grabbed his wing and started pulling feathers, a few at a time but he needed to deal with the pain one way or another. The feathers fell out of his grip onto the bed, they would grow back so there was no harm done right? Plus he would probably be dead soon anyway, so why should he care?!
Tears leaked from Tommy's eyes. Realization had hit him like a truck, he knew it could cost him his life, so why was he afraid of dying?! He told Tubbo to presume he was dead so easily the other day so why couldn't he accept he would die now? He had told his best friend/brother that he would be dead and he was alive but not doing anything to get back to them.
There was window on the other side of the room. he stood and looked out the window, there were bushes beneath the window and he was on the first floor. It seems he wasn't completely out of luck yet! He turned his attention back inside, he couldn't find much to smash the window with. he put his hand on his hip, when he felt his sword. His sword! These people are idiots for letting him keep his sword. Grasping the belt and swapping it so it turns into a sword he debated to best was to have a quick exit. Angel had said he was down the hall so he would definitely hear the glass shatter; maybe he could be quick, smash the window and run? There was a forest not far so if he made it there he could put his agility to use. that's the plan! Smash and run, this would be good, definitely.
Tommy lunged his sword through the glass shattering it in one go. He heard voices down the hall so he jumped though the window, earning a few cuts for himself, and ran. There was shouting behind him but he didn't stop to look, if he did he would probably die. No, he would die. Tommy had one goal in mind, getting back to his flock!
WITH WILBUR, TECHNO, PHIL
They had been sitting together in the main room when they heard a crash.
"What was that?" Wilbur asked.
"It sounded like it came from the kids room!" Phil got up and ran towards when Tommy was staying closely followed by Wilbur and a slow walking Technoblade.
Phil pushed open the door to see a smashed window and Tommy running towards the tree line!
"Hey! come back!" Wilbur shouted out the window. Wilbur jumped through the window and gave chase.
"Techno follow Wilbur, I'll trail from above." Phil ran out the room to the front door as his wings couldn't fit through the window leaving Techno alone.
Techno couldn't help but ask himself how he got himself into this. oh, that's right his brother and father got attached again! He jumped out the window and followed his brother.
(I hope you liked the cliff-hanger. Any of your ideas or suggestions could be used!)
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the young vigilante
Fiksi PenggemarIts currently 40XX and there are abilities at play. The superheroes and villains told in stories long ago are now a reality. There is still one role that no one has talked about in stories; a role that both heroes and villains similarly dislike and...