Tommy's Guide to Owning a Pet Army

A Wagon???

Light came pooling into his vision, blinding his already weak irises as he blinked a few times to test his eyes. He was moving, it seemed.

He was sitting down, in a rather uncomfortable position. He tried to get up, but something was blocking his way. Something, or someone.

Clementine was laying right over his chest, her massive weight making his breath stifled and short.

"Clementine! Get off me!" He yelled, lightly patting her belly as he struggled under the weight.

All she did was snort and reposition herself, putting less pressure on him but still pinning him down. As he sat up, he noticed he was laying on a wagon. A moving wagon.

He widened his eyes in surprise as he started to try to get Clementine off him, pushing her a little harder as he moved to find the person who was steering the wagon.

He felt around with his hand, grabbing for anything to grip on so he would pull his legs out from under Clementine. Pinpricks shot through his knees as his legs struggled to wake up, a sign that he had out for quite a while.

He half-hazardly threw his hand out, grabbing for anything that might be strong enough for him to pull himself up. Eventually, he grabbed onto a large chunk of hair and without thinking, pulled hard.

"OW! What the heck?", a low, monotone voice said, sounding a little hurt as the hair he was holding slipped out of his grasp as the owner of the voice turned their head around.

Technoblade. Of course.

Tommy bared his teeth and growled, a habit he had picked up from his animals even though he wasn't a hybrid.

"Where the fuck am I, Technoblade?" He spat out, still trying to find his balance as the wagon he was riding kept hitting bumps and making him fall.

Technoblade grimaced, not that Tommy saw.

"Uh, well, where do you think you are?" A stupid question, not that he would know.

"I have no fucking clue, you prick. I'm literally blind."

He seized up, suddenly remembering that he didn't actually tell them that he was blind, nor did he want them to know.

"You're blind?"

A voice said from behind him, making him jump a little.

Philza.

He widened his colorless eyes, moving his hands up to his face as he felt for the bandages that usually covered his eyes.

"It was a joke, dumbass." Tommy said quickly, trying to play off his stupid outburst as a joke.

"Of course I can see, the great Tommyinit has the best vision of them all!" He said, standing up to seem more confident.

He then fell over, the cart hitting a sharp turn that he would've seen if he had the proper vision.

He groaned, rubbing his head as he lifted up his head. He couldn't see their faces, but they were probably full of pity, the most disgusting emotion in the universe.

He tried to stand up again, hoping to get off the cart and run before they could ask anymore questions.

Alas, luck was not on his side, because Clementine grabbed the edge of his sweater and brought him down once again, placing her large furry paw over his legs.

"You traitor!", he growled as he struggled under the massive weight of her paw.

A hand brushed under his bangs and lifted them up, revealing his washed out blue eyes widening in fear.