Through Potions and Books it's still, you isn't it?

Chapter fifteen

Tommy was rudely awoken by his phone ringing, the familiar tune blasting at full volume through the entire apartment. Groaning, he turned to lay on his side and immediately hissed in pain as he made contact with the bandaged and stitched-up flesh wound. He groggily pried open his eyes, surprised to find that it had still been dark outside. Or perhaps again, who knows for how long he had been out for after that procedure.

The side still burned and as the teen sat up he quickly found that his entire body ached, every muscle felt like it was on fire and setting his bare feet on the ground literally felt like needles pricking him all over. His head was spinning and he quickly found that getting up from the bed was a terrible idea, vision going black completely as a piercing headache went through his skull. With one hand on the wall, the teen carefully made his way over to the bathroom where his phone had still been ringing relentlessly. Before picking up, he checked the time, three in the morning.

Who the fuck would call him at such an ungodly hour?

Tommy frowned as he looked at the unsaved number, not recognising it at all. He briefly considered just letting it ring, to not pick up, but he was curious. Who would call him that late into the night, it certainly wasn't Tubbo and he had Ranboo's number saved so it couldn't have been him either. Perhaps Techno?

Well, whoever it was, they were in for one hell of a ride. Tommy was tired, exhausted and in pain and would not hesitate to curse them out for waking him at three in the bloody morning.

"Hello?" Primes, his voice was raspy and his throat felt like it was on fire, smoke inhalation really isn't good for the human body.

On the other side of the line, a weird high-pitched trill sounded, followed by cackling. Tommy furrowed his brows and waited, then checked to see if the person was still on the line after a good minute of silence.

"Hello?" He asked again, wincing as his ears were immediately penetrated with another high-pitched trill, followed by a...chirp? What the hell?

"Tommy?" The person's voice was vaguely familiar, but he couldn't quite pin it down to a name or face. It didn't help that they were slightly muffled and weirder high-pitched noises sounded in the background.

"Who is this?"

"It's," another few chirps followed by what sounded like a low coo, the person then cleared their throat, "it's Angel."

And, yea that made at least a little bit sense. Would definitely explain the chirps, the man was half bird after all. It still didn't explain how the hell he got Tommy's number or why he called him at three in the morning.

"Alright?" He said, sounding more questioning than intended. "How'd you get my number?"

"Where-" another chirp followed by a weird chuffing noise, what the hell was the hero doing, "where are you?"

Tommy blinked, confused. The hero had completely ignored his question. He sighed, rubbing his eyes with one hand. "Dude, it's like three in the morning..."

"Where are you?"

"Where do you think I am at three in the fucking morning, I'm at home!" The teen was irritated, who could blame him? He had just woken up after performing surgery in his bloody bathroom without anaesthesia and now had to deal with a hero frequently chirping at him through the phone. But he didn't feel angry at him, surprisingly, only mild irritation. Prime, Tommy didn't have the nerves to deal with this, not after today, not after they've almost caught him (not after he had almost died).

A low coo sounded through the speaker again and Tommy was about to genuinely cuss out the hero for waking him and demand an explanation for this weird behaviour when an oddly familiar voice in the background made him stop.