I'm Not Tired (Please Let Me Sleep)

Chapter sixteen

"You're not having bacon for breakfast, that's final."

They had chosen not to speak about what had happened earlier that night. Phil and Wilbur had tried, the avian snitching to the brunette which Tommy didn't appreciate at all as it meant that he got extra clingy and super protective over him for some reason. He had shut down any attempts immediately, just saying it was a regular occurring nightmare and that he didn't want to talk about it. When the two wanted to protest against that, Techno had jumped in to help and told them firmly to leave it be, something he was really grateful for. He didn't think he could try to explain what he'd seen if he tried, not to mention that it would blow his cover completely.

To them, he was Thomas Grey. If he talked about why he had these specific nightmares there was a good chance they'd piece the pieces together and while he didn't think they'd rat him out, he also didn't want them to know anything in case Dream got to them. He'd rather they be safe, from both the hero and the Syndicate. Just in case.

"But why?" Tommy whined, looking at the older avian who was currently cooking at the stove in utter betrayal, "Techno and Wil get bacon and you're completely fine with that! Why is it such an issue if I have it?"

Wilbur snorted, "Get good." And then promptly had to dodge the kitchen rag that was thrown at him.

"Techno is a literal pig," Tommy said, gesturing to the piglin who just arched an eyebrow and took a sip from his coffee mug.

Phil comedically slowly turned to look at the newly presenting avian, visibly going through all the five stages of grief with his wings bristling. "Tommy, this is literal poison for you. It would make you sick."

"Since when!?"

"Since you've started presenting," Wilbur snorted.

"I bet this wouldn't be able to do anything to me," the teen huffed, trying to snatch one of the bacon strips off Techno's plate. It didn't work, Techno didn't even look up from where he'd focused on a random spot on the kitchen wall and just batted his hand away, then took another sip from his coffee.

"I hold that bet."

"Don't encourage him, Wilbur!"

"He's gotta learn somehow, best way is through mistakes."

"No!"

"Oh come on, Phil," he whined again, "what's the worst that could happen? It's just bacon!"

"You'd puke up your guts," Phil deadpanned, then turned around to flip the bacon he was currently preparing for the actual brunette, "avian stomachs aren't made for any type of meat."

"No fucking way," Tommy mumbled more to himself rather than to anyone specific, then a bit louder, "No fucking way. Are you telling me because of this whole manifestation bullshit I'm vegan now!?"

"Essentially." Wilbur grinned next to him, seemingly finding great pleasure in Tommy's suffering.

"Not vegan," the older avian clarified, "technically just vegetarian but I wouldn't recommend eating anything that might be related to birds. Unless you fancy dying in the bathroom with your head stuck in the bowl."

The teen groaned and let his head fall on the surface of the table with an audible clonk, then groaned when he realised just how shitty that was going to be. Look, being vegan or vegetarian didn't essentially sound bad and he was pretty sure that it probably wasn't even that bad considering there were a bunch of decent alternatives for Phil's (and apparently his own now) species but it still sucked that he didn't get a say in it. He'd much rather have gone vegetarian out of free will and with a decent reason like saving animal lives or doing something good for the planet but no. Instead, his priorly perfect body had decided to morph into a weak bitch in addition to gifting him the needy voices in his head.