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🏹The truth can hurt🏹

Tommy felt he was always walking a tightrope. Tiptoeing over shattered glass or hot coals. Trying not to make any noise to show his fear. He had to be careful with his tone, with his words, even his actions. If he even used a tidbit of sass or tried to be jokingly friendly, the tightrope went limp for a split second, making him freak out and try all over again to keep the balance.

  Wilbur had changed when he came back. He was terrifying. Tommy wasn't sure who he would be more afraid of in a room with anymore, Dream. Or Wilbur.

Tubbo seemed distant, so Tommy could even talk to him. Ghostboo.. that was a lost cause.

  When Wilbur was told the news, he just.. laughed. But Tommy had never expected the tears to fall. Hell, he didn't get that reaction when he told Wilbur that Dream had killed him.

  It stuck a glass shard right into his already scarred heart. But Tommy couldn't really bring himself to be upset, he couldn't bring himself to anything really. Even when Phil asked later how he was doing, Tommy just lied about his feelings, busying himself with gathering supplies to enchant better armour.

Something felt off all the time. Felt like that tightrope was becoming more of a catwalk. More of a platform he didn't have to worry about toppling off of. The shattered glass brushed away, the hot coals cooled down.

  Things were getting easier to deal with. Tommy just didn't realize his way of dealing with everything was shutting down, blocking out his true emotions to conform to whoever he was talking to at the time.

  Someone noticed. He rarely saw the teen whenever Phil had Tommy over to relax in the training arena down below. Tommy always seemed a bit less, null, whenever he left. But would be back to the same almost fake worry when he came back.

  Techno sighed from his window, watching as Tommy trudged through the snow towards the portal, hugging himself to keep warm.

"Kid is gonna be the death of me, I swear.." Techno grunted, grabbing his cape from the coat rack beside the door and walking outside.

  A whistle stopped Tommy, who turned to see where it came from. The blonde's eyes widened a little when he saw Techno walking towards him.

  "Put this on, you'll freeze. Don't know why Phil hasn't gotten after you yet." Techno tossed the cape onto Tommy's head, having expected at least a whine, but got nothing.

  Tommy put the cape over his shoulders and wrapped it around himself, looking up at Techno with a puzzled expression.

"You can speak you know, Toms." Techno said, tilting his head.

  "R-right.. just confused on why you are even talking to me, or helping me. You let Dream out. He's hunting me you know."

  "Even more of a reason for you to get inside." Techno picked Tommy up, cursing in his head at the teen's weight. It reminded Techno of a time he never wanted Tommy to experience again.

  "You haven't been eating again."

  "Just didn't have time."

Techno pushed his door open, kicking it closed and setting Tommy in front of the fireplace.

  "There's always time to eat, even if you're being hunted down by a green teletubbie."

Tommy shied away from Techno's disappointed face, staring at the fire.

  The piglin's expression softened with worry, grabbing some bread from a chest and walking to sit beside Tommy.

  "Eat and talk." Techno ripped a chunk of bread from the loaf, handing it to Tommy.