A Boy by the Name of Theseus~a Transinnit sbi story~

Chapter 1

Tws: mentions of sh and gender dysphoria

Tommy POV:
I am getting ready to go visit Wilbur and Ranboo at the burger van.

It's pretty cold out so I changed out my red and white short sleeve shirt for a jumper with the same color theme, my bandanna, my tan cargo pants, of course my binder and my worn out red converse.

I started painting my nails recently, usually just black, I don't know why but it makes me feel nice about how I look. Right now though, they're pretty chipped. I don't care enough to fix them, I'm just seeing my brother and friend anyway.

I leave Dadza's house and start walking to the burger van my older brother, Wilbur calls both home and work.

As I'm walking there I feel a strong itching sensation on my left arm. I hate it when they itch. The feeling of my scars annoys me when they're at this point, I much prefer when they're newer but not too new so that if I put enough pressure on them it will hurt without the need to cut again, or when they're fully healed and just there.

I resist the urge to interact with the fragile scar tissue of my arm. I know it never helps me. I just need to wait until the feeling goes away.

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Finally I arrive at the old looking van, I've got some interesting memories here, to say the least. But quite a few fond ones with my older brother.

I walk around the side of the van and knock on the door and wait a moment before a tall figure opens the door for me, not just any tall figure, one in a yellow jumper, black jeans, and the most disgusting brown trench coat known to the SMP.

"Wilby!" I shout throwing my arms around him. "Hey, Tommy." He traps me in a tight embrace.

We pull away from the hug to look at each other. "Ranboo should be here in about 10 minutes," He started, "do you wanna help out around the van?" I shrug, "Sure, I don't see why not."

We walk into the van, and Wilbur starts to show me where everything is.

After Wilbur shows me around I hear the door open, then close. "Wil?" Ranboo walks into the living area with me and Wilbur.

"Tommy!" Ranboo yells. "Ran!" I run up to him and give them a hug. We pull away from the hug. "Look what I brought you." I show him a bouquet of vibrant alliums. He gasps as he takes them from me, I can practically see the stars in his red and green eyes. "They're so pretty! Thank you Tommy."

"No special gift for your dearest older brother?" Wilbur makes a pouty face at me. I roll my eyes at him. "I'm giving you free labor, gracing you with my presence, and gracing your customers with my presence. You're welcome." He laughs at my comment.

"I was only joking Tommy." "Whatever."

I look back to Ranboo who is still inspecting the alliums I gave them. He smiled warmly and then looked back up.

"How've you been, big man?" I ask Ranboo. "I've been alright."

"We've got to open the burger van soon so you two should probably get ready for that." Wilbur says. "Fiiiiine." I say making sure to drag out the word as long as I can while I walk toward the part of the van they sell burgers from. I put on apron and so does Ranboo, he also rolls up their sleeves but I choose to skip that step.

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After hours of this weird burger van shit big Q shows up. Weird. Why's he here? Surly we're not affecting the business in Las Navadas.

He asks Wil to talk behind the van, which seems normal enough. That is until they've been back there nearly twenty minutes. Obviously I'm curious so I sneak away from where I'm working and I look through one of the back windows to see them smoking and flirting while Wilbur's got work to be doing. I roll my eyes and go back to making burgers.

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About 10 minutes later Wilbur finally came back inside. "Have fun with big Q?" I ask, smirking at him. "As a matter of fact I did." He shoots back.

He walks over to me so he can watch me make the burgers. That's not creepy at all.

"It'll be easier if you roll up your sleeves." He suggests. "I know, I just don't want to." Wilbur rolls his eyes and goes to do his job somewhere else.

None of my family knows about my cutting except for Fundy, he's been helping me get better with it, but most times I can't stop myself. I don't know how I'd explain it to any of my other family; why it feels like I need to.

Most of the time it's gender dysphoria, everything wrong with me. The overwhelming feeling of hatred to this prison of a body I'm trapped in.

I plug my earbuds into my phone and turn on some music; the first song that plays is Juliet by Cavetown(bc it's what I'm currently listening to). I continue to make the food people order

-877 words-
Sorry if chapter one was too early to bring in sh and gender dysphoria, I like relatable characters