Tommy was.. Tommy was tired. Which, understandable. He was a child soldier and had been fighting for his life- to survive for pretty much as long as he can remember.
Suffice to say, he deserved some rest. And maybe his body practically demanded him to let his hybrid features out, but he could handle it! He was a Big man, after all. He couldn't go around ruining his reputation because of something stupid like being a hybrid.
It's not like Tommy thought that people would make fun of him for being a hybrid! It's just.. no one knew he was a hybrid. Well. No one he was on good terms with, but he wasn't on good terms with pretty much everyone.
The point is, the only people that knew of his hybrid features were Techno, Phil, and Wilbur. And unless they've suddenly changed their minds, they hate his guts.
It was only a matter of time they'd get tired of him, anyway. It didn't hurt that much. (It hurt- It hurt so much and the pain was practically consuming him and-)
He bumped into a wall, effectively cutting off his previous thoughts.
Tommy doesn't.. he doesn't remember walking here. Wherever here is, that is. He must have been in the nether recently, because his clothes smelt of sulfur, but he didn't feel any hotter, or even more comfortable, so he must have gotten out a while ago.
It was kind of cold. And everything was white, but not blinding and it also looked like nighttime-
Oh. Wow. He was an idiot.
Fully coming back to his senses, Tommy curses at himself for being so stupid. He was in a snow biome, and judging by the trees littered around, a tiaga.
With a sinking feeling in his gut, Tommy had a feeling he knew where this was. He needed- he needed to get back to the nether and to his house. (Not a home. Tommy's not sure if it was ever a home.)
"Tommy. What are you doing here?" A gruff voice greets him and Oh Prime-
"H-Hey Technoblade. Just came to drop this off! You know, I should really get going-" He starts nervously, stiff as a board, but is quickly cut off.
"In the snow, with no shoes?." Techno says, raising a brow. He gives a disapproving chuff, one that he could usually easily ignore and didn't affect him at all.
Except Tommy physically reacts, and he can't help but flinch, the chuff sounding much more intense than was probably intended. It might be a side effect of not letting his hybrid form out but oh well-
Technoblade obviously startles at his reaction, and a concerned chuff leaves him and Tommy-
Tommy whines before he can stop himself, and he can't help the embarrassment that creeps up his cheeks, ears heating up despite the cold.
"Tommy, when was the last time you shifted?" Techno asks, although it doesn't really seem like a question and more of a demand.
Tommy's silence is an answer in and of itself, and Tommy can only wince when the sudden realization hits Techno's eyes.
Tommy was screwed. Who knows what Techno would do with this knowledge. He doesn't think Techno would be the type of person to use his instincts against him, but he also didn't expect Technoblade to ever hate him.
Because surely Techno hates him, after seeing how he was an idiot, brat, useless, worthless-
His thoughts were cut off by Technoblade gasping, immediately starting to refute everything Tommy had previously thought.
"Tommy, I don't hate you- why would I- how could I-" Techno stuttered, which startled Tommy. He.. Technoblade didn't hate him? That wasn't what he was expecting.
