Hope (Tommyinnit winged AU)

Execution

Tw: swearing

Tubbo marched toward Technoblade's house, followed by the rest of the server. He would get his friend back, he would serve justice to the SMP. Dream was a few yards ahead of him, clutching Tubbo's compass. Your Tommy was beginning to scrape off under Dream's fingernails, the man was clutching it so hard.

Finally, the hooded man crouched in the snow behind a group of shurbs. Tubbo caught up to him, crouching as well, pulling the leaves out of his face. Technoblade's cabin was within 500 feet.

Tubbo slowly raised his hand for the SMP to see, and flicked it, signaling the attack-

The door to the cabin slammed open, and five figures stepped out, seeming to know exactly where the army was. Tubbo could recognize most of them. Ghostbur, Techno, Philza, Ranboo... but the last one he couldn't recognize. They had a wolf-fur hood covering their eyes, the collar of their blue tunic pulled up to hide the rest of their face. They were covered in more armour than the others, much smaller than most of them, besides Phil.

"People of the SMP!" Techno called out. "Go home. We don't want to harm any of you. Just leave, and nobody will be hurt."

"Neither do we," Tubbo called back. "But you have our Tommy, and we want him back. He's the brother, the soul of L'Manburg. If L'Manburg is offended, she will retaliate."

A small chuckle came from the behind Technoblade. The hooded person stepped forward. "Is that what you said when you exiled him?" he rasped, unseen eyes staring down the army. "Was he the soul then? Is L'Manburg's soul less important as her pride?"

"We wanted to fix him." All eyes turned to Dream, who had butted into the conversation and now had the stage. "We wanted to teach him his place. We had to break him to build him up again, to make him perfect."

The man paused, and Dream smiled. "Gotcha," he muttered, and threw an enderpearl he had kept hidden till now.

They saw it too late.

Dream landed behind the stranger, pulling their hood back so hard that they fell backwards.

Tommy hit the snow, flinching at the cries of shock and betrayal from the mob. He was pulled up again, held firmly against Dream's chest in a tight hug. "Let me go! Let me go, you poor excuse for an admin!" He kicked at Dream's legs, struggling to break free. "I won't be your puppet, not again."

Dream plastered a fake sympathetic look on his face, brushing his hand through Tommy’s hair. "Oh my gosh, Tommy, I was so worried! They didn't hurt you, did they? Oh my gosh, they did! Those scars... Technoblade, you'll pay for this!" he shouted, loud enough for both parties to hear.

Tommy kicked harder, hurting himself more than he did to Dream.

"Tommy, w-why are usually acting like this? Did they brainwash you, too?"

Tommy bit down on Dream's shoulder, causing him to cry out in surprise. He glared down at the boy. "I'm sorry, this is for your own good."

He threw Tommy to the ground and brought his boot down against the boy’s stomach, knocking the wind out of him.

"No!" Technoblade shouted, rushing forward, but Dream held up a hand to stop him.

"Techno, I'm calling in that favor. Stand down. Drop your weapons, armour, everything."

"You b******," Tommy wheezed below him. Techno looked at the kid, then dropped everything on him.

"Techno-" Phil began.

"You should follow me, Phil," Technoblade interrupted. "If you know what's best."

Phil was reluctant, but nodded, doing the same. Slowly, the Antarctic Commune surrendered, approaching the server and holding out their hands to be cuffed. Tommy watched from below Dream's boot, hope draining out of him like a lead balloon. He caught Tubbo's eye, but the president turned away before any mental conversation could form in their heads.