No, your not fine (A cause for concern)

Ch.18 Sapnap needs a date, Phil and Sam are in a custody battle

Tommy wished Dream was dead.

This wasn't the first time he's said it, or thought it, or said it to his face, and it's definitely not going to be the last. Tommy hated him with every bone in his fucking body, why did Tommy suddenly want to split that green bastards skull open? Well, the answer was easy.

"Tomathy, I think you should stop going on patrol."

And now Tommy was staring daggers at the man he once called his brother, he was just standing there, smiling like it was perfectly okay and normal to be traumatizing and blackmailing a fucking teen. Tommy didn't even know why this bastard wanted him to stop, he hadn't done anything wrong! Tommy spread his wings, instinctively widening them as he hissed at the other man in the room.

"Aw, why so aggressive?" Dream cooed, Tommy hissed and was ready to rip this man's lungs out. Why did he all of a sudden want Tommy to fucking stop? Tommy was fucking careful!

"You fucking bastard! Why am I not pissed out of my mind?! Your telling me to stop PATROLLING! For fucks sake!" Tommy hissed, all his pent up anger boiling to the surface as he wished he had any weapon to stab this fucker with. Dream just smiled and fucking laughed in Tommy's face like this was some fucked up joke he was supposed to laugh at.

"Aw, Toms." Dream cooes, like Tommy is just a kid that needs to be taught a lesson. The avian hisses as his wings ruffle with aggression. Dream only smiled at him.

"Don't go to patrol Tomathy, if you do..." He brandished the switch blade from his pocket, Tommy narrowed his eyes at the glinting metal. The amount of times that very blade as cut his skin, leaving scars that can still be seen today. Tommy hated every second of it, hated every second of his life up until Tubbo and Ranboo, and then the Sbi.

Dream only chuckled lightly at his reaction and turned to leave the room, Tommy hissed. This was the second worst day of his life. Second only to the day Dream asked to bring him home and Tommy accepting like the idiot he was. Tommy ruffled his feathers, what Dream says won't change a thing. Tommy will go on patrol, even if he gains a few new cuts from it.

Tommy quickly put on his vigilante outfit, thinking about the quickest way to stop the bleeding. He hissed at the thought of showing up to work with more cuts and bruises to count, Tubbo and Ranboo would somehow find out too. He hissed, god fucking damit. Tommy tried to lay his feathers somewhat flat, it didn't work. Tommy sighed and hopped up the window, spreading his wings out behind him.

Tommy soon shot out and into the cold night breeze, he made a mental note to make his vigilante outfit even a tad bit more warm. Maybe Tubbo actually had something going for him with all that fluff, Tommy shook his head in amusement. Tommy soon spotted two figures standing on the rooftop, one was currently trying to talk to the other.

Thump

Tommy flexed his wings as he took in the scene in front of him, Tubbo was staring at him while occasionally trying to talk to Ranboo. Who had straight purple eyes.... Oh you have to be fucking kidding. Walking over Tommy was about to shout very civilized profanities at the Ender hybrid when said hybrid handed him something.

It was.....an empty chip bag.

Here's the weird part, it was cleaned and flattened to fucking perfection. Tommy just stared blankly at the gift while his mind raced 100 miles per moment, honestly what the fuck Ranboob? Tommy turned to stare at his friend, who, had given Tubbo a cleaned bottle cap...Ender fucking hybrids.

"Boo!" Tommy shouted, he didn't think it would work but surprisingly the loud sound made Ranboo actually snap out of it. His eyes turned back to normal, a confused look in his eyes as he stared at the empty and cleaned chip back in Tommy's hands.