The Princes (dsmp royal au fanfic)

Run run run little ones

TW: (Implied) Abuse, Neglect, Voices..

The fun, and relaxation, they both had made a impact on each other, so it quickly became common to see them with each other.
As time went on they got closer and closer, starting to think of each other more as family then friends. Tommy would comfort Quackity whenever something happened and help patch him up. While Quackity would comfort Tommy and even defend him sometimes from his family.

One day though Tommy had, had enough,.
It had been a normal day, another stupid fight with Wilbur, another cry session. And a new thing that had been implemented into his routine, going to Quackity's room. Whether it be for comfort or just for his friend he always seemed to end up there after a fight, and visa versa with Quackity.
Tommy was laying on Quackity's bed was Quackity's was sitting on it next to him, with his feet hanging off the side of it.
"I can't do this anymore..."
Tommy said softly, almost weakly, a unusual tiredness creeping into his voice.
Quackity looked over in surprise..
"Do what?"
He asked, his concern showing.
He was worried about Tommy, who was the closest thing he had to family, he had been acting strange lately, less happy and more tired.
"This! My life.."
Tommy continued, on the verge of tears. As much as he hated crying he was so tired of holding it in. The room was quite, neither of them daring to talk and break the unforgiving silence that seemed to cover the room, like a thick fog.
"I want to leave."
Tommy said suddenly, looking down at the ground instead of Quackity after he cut through the silence.
This caught the other prince off gaurd. He was silent for a moment, deep in thought before he spoke up, "Let's do it then."
Tommy looked at him, wide eyed and suddenly a smile broke out across his face,
"Really? You'd leave with me!?"
He said, his excitement showing up in his words, Quackity rolled his eyes still smiling,
"Of course you're basically my brother."
'Big Q!'
'Awww!'
'Big Bro Q'
'E'
'Quackityyyy'
Tommy smiled, ignoring the voices pestering inside his head, he smiled anytime Quackity said that. It was true for him as well and they called each other brothers in private a lot.
But that was besides the point, they needed a plan. "What if we leave in the middle of the night, I mean I could.. I could use my wings..?"
"You have wings!?"
Tommy exclaimed, his shock evident on his face.
"Yeah.."
Quackity's muttered, a red blush climbing his cheeks from embarrassment.
"That's so cool!"
Tommy said eyes widening, he looked at Quackity, his excitement practically radiating off of him. Quackity sucked in a deep breath and removed his jacket, a pair of golden wings popped out, they were kind of big, and Tommy was ecstatic.
He immediately rushed over to examine them, he frowned though,
"You haven't preened them in a while."
Quackity smiled sheepishly at his words, while Tommy sighed,
"We'll take some stuff to preen your wings when we leave, speaking if that. Pack a bag we'll leave tomorrow night. Sound good?"
Tommy asked, looking over his wings while doing so. Quackity nodded and Tommy stood there for a minute, debating something. Quackity looked at him curiously,
"You alright?"
"Yeah I.."
Tommy paused for a moment and took a deep breath before continuing,
"Ok since you trusted something with me I'll share something with you ok?"
He looked at Quackity and added on another statement.
"But you cannot tell anyone."
Quackity nodded again and smiled reassuringly. Tommy sighed and quickly explained the little voices in his head to Quackity.
He called them chat, since that's what they had asked to be called, they talked to him fairly often, but  only when they were sure that no one had even a slim chance of finding out.
They had to be careful, very careful.
Especially in this house, when someone could find out and use it against him. Especially when sometimes Tommy answered out loud instead of in his head.
But, thankfully, the chat seemed to understand that and usually only talked to him around others to alert him of danger , or comfort him.
But they just talked when he wasn't around his family, or about new people, and liked to give their opinions on them. Quackity nodded in understanding and was totally chill about it, which surprised Tommy a bit but also comforted him.

Authors note from 2/12/22: I updated this and changed it quite a lot to fit better into the story. I think I like it a lot better now! Plus it fits my writing style a lot better, anyways have a wonderful day!

Your author, Winter, signing off.