Igniting a darkened flame. // SBI

But I'll still love you.

Tommy was going punch someone.

"Hey, Hey, Hey Kid wake up." He heard a monotone voice drawl as he felt something poking at his side.

He groaned sleepily and swatted Techno's hands away.

"What?" He yawned.

"I'm bored get up." He answered plainly.

"Really? Can't I sleep longer."

"No get up It's been fifteen minutes and I'm bored."

"Read a book dickhead."

"Oh my god get up or I'll make you."

Tommy stared into his eyes with defiance in his stare.

"Make me then bitch."

Tommy screeched as Techno threw him over his shoulder. He clawed at the back of his shitty poets shirt as the stronger threw him around. Who even wears these kind of clothes he thought frustrated.

"Put me down!" He all but said quietly.

"Are you awake yet?" Tommy couldn't see the guy but he knew for a fact he was grinning.

"Yes! Yes! Just put me down!"

"Ok." Techno said before dropping him unceremoniously on to the floor. 

"You are such a prick Technoblade." 

"Where did you even get Technoblade from?" 

"It's just such a better name than Techno, So much more pog."

Techno just looked at him with a slightly pained expression as he scrambled to stand up.

"I'm not even going to ask."

He grinned madly at the man.

"How does Wilbur even deal with you." they sighed.

"You were the one who woke me up." He stated pointedly.

Techno just hummed in agreement before they both heard it.

Police sirens, right outside the door.

"What the fuck?" He murmured. 

"Let's go check it out kid."

Before he could grumble he wasn't a kid, Techno just started rushing towards the door, Tommy reluctantly behind him.

When they eventually arrived at the front door they saw the trembling figure of Wilbur clutching his duffle bag, a police officer with a hand on his shoulder and Phil, with a shocked exspression.

When Wilbur's eye landed on him he seemed to fill with relief. Tommy didn't see the possessive glint they held as well.

"Tommy! Oh god come here!" He practically yelled.

Tommy ran past Techno and into the mans arms.

"Wil, what happened are you ok?" He rushed out.

"Young man you might want to sit down for this." The police officer said, pity in his tone.

Tommy only looked worriedly at the two as he was slowly guided to the living and sat dopwn on the couch.

"What happened?" He asked once again.

"Tommy.. I went to your home to collect some of your things, here you go by the way." Wilbur paused handing him over his duffle bag. "And Tubbo was there, and he was so mad Tommy."

Tommy's breath hitched at the mention of his friend.

"I don't know what came over him he-he was screaming and he started threatening you and I got mad and we were arguing and he just grabbed this thing of gasoline and started throwing it every where."