[~Hey guys, 3AM Guy here ^^ I'm so sorry for, originally I intended I was only going to be gone for like... 2 weeks? At most. After that, there was a number of reasons why I never got round to it. Now, to list the reasons- (feel free to skip past this :>) My mental health plummeted, rather badly. I had just finished my GCSE's at the time and after that I was getting re-adjusted to just... Actually being able to chill. Then (obviously) there was the news about Techno, which put me in a bad place. And finally, I've been trying to be far more social, so I've been struggling to find time. Genuinely I never meant for this to take me over 2 months (ish- i'm not quite sure how long it's been now-). Thank you so much to everyone who's still here :) Anywho! I hope you enjoy this chapter. I've started college now but I'm going to try and get out more updates. :)~]
~Tommy's POV~
It had been a couple of hours now since Tubbo had dropped Michael off... The small piglet had done nothing but stare out the window after escaping the hug pile. I was sure that (when I had glanced over) he had been praying. I felt my heart drop as I listened to him mumble out broken pleas and apologies.
... Sitting down quietly next to him, I watched quietly as he stared out the window longingly. I felt so useless at that moment, not being able to help him, not being to help Tubbo or Ranboo...
...Did I really want to help Tubbo?.. Not particularly... We weren't exactly on good terms at the moment (regardless of how much I missed him). It just sucked knowing I couldn't, which meant I couldn't do anything to help Michael either.
"Unc' Tommy?" He snorted, not tearing his eyes away from the snowy landscape.
I hummed back in response, "you can fight yeah?"
We made eye contact, Michael looking up at me. With puffy eyes and a still slightly snotty nose, he looked at me with pleading eyes.
I wasn't quite sure how to respond. I knew exactly where the rest of this conversation was going (and frankly, I didn't want to have it), however, the look on the child's face yanked at my heartstrings.
"... How good are you at wielding a sword yourself?" I questioned back.
"Good, before papa and dada found me I use to fight all by myself." He shot me a toothy grin.
"Really? Well, I feel far much safer with you by my side little man" I smiled slightly and ruffled his hair, trying to lighten the mood before the inevitable storm that was peering over the horizon. He giggled, holding my hand with his own small hooves. The joy was short-lived though, "... I'm assuming you want to go after your dad?" My smile faltered as I took a more serious tone with furrowed brows.
Michael frantically nodded before returning his gaze to the window, "I'm so happy I've gotten to meet my family b-but I don't think I can relax knowing they're out there... I know dada, he's going to get himself hurt."
... I didn't want to get involved. Little voices in the back of my head begged me not to get involved and pleaded with me not to leave the safety of the cabin. They chanted that Tubbo knew what he was doing... Yet one voice seemed the loudest through the crowd of mumbles.
It was screaming at me that he was going to get himself killed.
"Right," I gently picked up Michael against my better judgement, "Let's go find him"
The child in my arms looked up at me in shock, "Really? We're actually gonna!"
I nodded plastering a comforting smile on my face (however I think it came off as nervous), "You have to be slightly quieter though hun", I said as I glanced back towards dad, Techno and Fundy who were all curled up together.
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FanfictionHe wanted his family to engulf him in a hug like they used to when he was 11 and would wake up panicking from a nightmare. He wanted his dad to wrap his wings around him and his brothers and whisper how they would always have each other. This was b...
