I go La La, Lalalala La! (Tommyinnit Au)

Trust issues be like

TW/CW: short mention of bruises, broken ribs, swearing

Let me know if I missed any

(1st Person PoV: Technoblade's)

I led Carl back to his stable before entering my house.

I was tired that I just wanted to collapse onto my bed and fall into the land of dreams even though I haven't had a dream in such a long time.

It's usually a black screen whenever I close my eyes.

Just then, I heard some rustling noises.

My sleepiness snapped away and was replace with awareness.

Someone or something is in my house.

I grabbed an axe and went looking for the source of the noise.

I looked around my house. No one here but me.

In the kitchen, in the living room, in my room, in the guest rooms, there was nothing.

Guess the only place to check is the basement.

I went down and saw that the sack of potatoes near the window was deflated.

I went looking around through the chests to see if anything was missing.

A whole stack of gapples were gone!

Ok someone has been here, I thought.

I continued to look.

The old blanket was also missing.

Now stolen gapples is one thing but that blanket is another! It was an old blanket given down to us by Phil when we were younger.

The last person who had it was Tommy before both him and Wilbur left.

I have to find that blanket!

I now furiously went around the chests and checked every corner.

In one lone chest, I actually found it but when I tried to grab it, someone else was holding it.

It became a game of tug of war as I tried tugging the blanket while the other person was holding it back.

I tugged as hard as I could and the person who was in the chest fell out.

Is that...Tommy? I thought in disbelief.

"What are you doing in my house, Tommy?" I asked.

He looked up in fear and awkwardly finger gunned.

"Heeeeyyy Technoblade," he said slowly.

"What are you doing in my house?" I repeated.

"Technoblade mah frieeeeeeend!" Tommy drowned out his words.

"Seriously what are you doing in my house Tommy? I'm not going to repeat myself," I said.

"YOU B*TCH!" He shouted.

I rubbed my temples slowly.

Sometimes I forget how difficult Tommy can be.

"Why I was just wandering around and I saw this erm...lovely house and I thought that maybe someone can show me the way out of the tundra. Didn't know it was your house," Tommy explained, sweat rolling down his forehead.

Somehow I could tell he was lying. He's not a good liar.

He's a good hider but not a liar.

"You can tell Tubbo to stop seeking me out! I'm not going to do anything to L'Manberg," I sighed and went to place the blanket in its place.