Enter Title Here (a sleepy bois story)

Chapter 38

{nightmares, suicidal ideation, yelling, }

Tommy opened his eyes and he was in his bed. Not the bed at Wilbur's house but at his parent's house. He frowned as he sat up and looked around his room. It was different but Tommy couldn't quite explain how. He stood and headed out of his room and down the stairs. Wilbur and Phil were there, arguing in the kitchen.

"You should have let me." Wilbur screamed at Phil.

"How could I? I won't let you just die. You are like my son." Phil said back. He wasn't exactly yelling but his voice held a level of authority that reminded Tommy of an angry teacher.

"You act like you care. Gods if only you thought about anyone but yourself." Wilbur threw his arms in the air as he turned around and began to walk out of the room. Tommy was acutely aware of the bandage that was wrapped tightly around Wilbur's arm.

Wilbur noticed Tommy then but he didn't seem to register him as Tommy. "Techno. Tell your asshole of a dad that I didn't, don't, and never will need saving."

It took Tommy a moment to realize he was playing Techno's role. But instead of doing as Wilbur asked he spoke on his own. "Phil didn't find you. Techno did. And you think you get to be mad? You fucking traumatized him." Tommy didn't understand why he felt so angry, but at the same time the fire inside his chest made complete sense.

But Wilbur didn't register anything Tommy said and resumed his rant at Phil. "You don't need to save everyone. Not everyone is even worth saving." A little piece of Wilbur's mask fell and Tommy could see how much self hatred was behind his eyes.

Tommy found himself moving to Wilbur's side. He pulled Wil into a hug and simply held on as Wil tried to push him away. When Wilbur gave up Tommy found himself muttering calm nothings to him.

When Tommy woke up Wilbur was still holding him on the couch. Tommy saw a flash of a red on the arm wrapped around him but he brushed it off as overthought from his dream and a mix between the colors on Wilbur's hoodie. The door opened and Techno and Phil came in. Phil quickly went to the kitchen to make food for Tommy and Techno came and sat in front of Wilbur on the floor. By habit, Wilbur removed his arm from around Tommy and began braiding it. It was then that the tall musician noticed the blood stain on his sleeve.

Tommy simply went to the kitchen and sat on the counter, watching Phil cut up apples and prepare food for everyone. He tried to push the stain out of his mind but with creeping dread he remembered how it felt to bleed like that. He missed that feeling with every thought in his brain. 

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I'm back. After over a year. I might go back and change the names so this would no longer be fan fiction it would be just an original story. Part of the reason I would do this is because I really struggled with Technoblade's death and I haven't really been able to write much since then. I love this story and their character designs would remain the same but the names would change. Any ideas on what they should be named? 

I turned 18 while I was gone too. I know it was such a long time. I plan on resuming many of my stories however it still might be a long time between uploads. I really want to get back to the point of having interactions with all my readers but I know that since it might not stay as fan fiction and might become just normal fiction I will not have as much interaction. Thank you to everyone who saw my work as worth while and I'm sorry if you will not be continuing this journey with me.