Tommyinnit Oneshots (With SBI) (Book 2)

They Were Right To Fear You (Tommy)(2/?)

Techno POV

Techno turned the page of his book, his fingers hesitating to make sure he had read the entire thing. It was a book of mythology, one of the many things that fascinated him. He looked up briefly, trying to think of who had given it to him. He didn't know why, but he suddenly had the urge to know.

It had been nearly five years ago... before L'manberg and Pogtopia. The last Christmas his entire family had spent together. Techno had been planning to join the tournament he had always dreamed of. Being a legend was all he ever wanted to be. Wilbur had been planning to follow his creative side, seeing where his love of music could take him. His passion was a special part of him that he wanted to share with the world. Tommy was more indecisive, obviously more upset about his brothers leaving than he let on. That was only a few months before he chose to follow Wil. Phil had chosen to retire from his adventures, planning to live out his days as he pleased.

Techno barely remembered the gifts he had received that year. But one gift stuck in his memory. The mythology book. A gift from his youngest brother. Tommy had been trying to find his interest, worried that he would get bored of sparring. So when Techno showed the slightest interest in Greek Mythology, Tommy immediately bought the best book he could find.

Chuckling, Techno was amazed he still had it. It was a wonder how the book hadn't gotten lost in his sea of stuff. Somehow he had always managed to keep it separate and safe, away from anything that might cover it up.

The pinkette put the book aside, his thoughts tracing back to Tommy. How was he doing? How much longer would his exile last? Techno tried to think of the last time he had seen Tommy. It had to be a few months ago, the day he made fun of him. He made a mental note to visit Tommy soon, probably in the next few days. Who knows, maybe he was already free to roam again. His exile couldn't last that long. And knowing Tommy, he was probably fine.

"Techno! Can you help me please?!" a shout came from upstairs. 

Techno couldn't help but roll his eyes. It felt like his brother had never left. Like he had never died. Standing up, the pinkette climbed the ladder to the upstairs. Stepping on the next level, his eyes quickly landed on Wilbur. The brunette was sitting against one of the windows, cradling his guitar in his hands. 

The instrument had a lot of history in its wood. First starting with Phil, who had made it for Wilbur when the boy showed musical talent. Long nights of singing followed, filled with bright smiles and laughter. The guitar had never left Wilbur's side, not until Pogtopia. 

After so much time, the strings had worn out, having not been touched since Wilbur had been sane. So, of course, a few of the strings had broke, which seemed to be the cause for the brunette's destress. 

"Wilbur, I told you it was going to need new strings." Techno calmly said, approaching one of the chests to grab some extra string. He brought it to Wilbur, sitting beside him and watching his movements.

Wilbur sighed, leaning his head against the window frame. "I didn't think it would be this hard to find my passion again." he admitted, gently unwrapping the broken strings to replace it with the newer ones.

"It's just a broken string-"

"That's not what I meant." Wilbur interrupted, barely glancing at Techno. Shaking his head, he elaborated. "It feels different. Like the person who used to play it was someone else. Like it wasn't me..." his voice trailed off, seemingly as lost as his eyes were.

Techno thought for a moment, understanding what he meant. "You weren't the last one to play it." he offered, remembering back to after Wilbur died. "Maybe Tommy changed something he wasn't supposed to. He was pretty clueless in knowing how to take care of it."

"Tommy played it?" Wilbur stared at Techno, his eyes searching for any sign that he was lying. 

But he wasn't. Techno never lied to his brothers. "Yeah, after you... left, he came by. He was heartbroken, worse than I had ever seen before. He wanted a part of you, something to remember you by. And who was I to say no? You two had a connection that I had no right to break."

Wilbur thought for a moment, pausing. "Did he actually play it?" His voice was soft, like a part of his was stuck in his own thoughts.

Techno nodded. He had caught Tommy once playing it. It was the day Techno went to visit Wilbur's grave. "Tommy played for you everyday. He would sit beside your grave and sing softly to the wind. It was the only way he found peace."

Wilbur wouldn't meet Techno's eyes and he could see the tears that were threatening to pour. "So how did you get the guitar back?" he questioned.

The pinkette sighed, looking out the window. "The night before he was exiled, he came to me. He begged me to look after your guitar until he could protect it himself. I promised him I would." 

"I miss Tommy." Wilbur plucked a string, the note singing out. He set the guitar beside him, admiring it with a sad look. "We need to see how he's doing."

Techno nodded in agreement, the same thought coming to mind. "We will, as soon as Phil returns." Phil had gone out to trade a few things with Sam. Totems and potion materials, things that weren't easy to get. 

Suddenly the door slammed below them. Speak of the devil. With a swift glance, the two rushed downstairs. Techno made it there, expecting to see a cheerful Phil like always. But much to his surprise, the blonde wore an expression he had seen only once before. It was the look of devastation.

Before the brothers could even open their mouths to ask, the words came spilling out.

"L'manberg's gone. T-Tommy destroyed it."

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