Far Beyond Fixing (Dark SBI)

Chapter Eight

A/N

IM ON TIME WHO CHEERED

though i have developed an unfortunate habit of scrambling to write these chapters in 3 hours on Sunday. so. if you see any errors or any parts where it sounds a bit off, that's why. ill probably come back when I have the time and fix it up a bit, but I think it sounds good enough right now lmfao so I can live with it

THERE ARE SOME TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER!: descriptions of stitching up a wound, graphic violence and description of stab wounds, and violent descriptions typical to this story.

anyways, hope you guys enjoy!! thank you so much to Zelken (@Arkoin on ao3) for betaing these chapters! i recommend checking out their fics they're so good <33

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"Tommy," Techno chastized as the sixteen-year-old child glared up at him. "You are not eating an entire can of frosting."

"Wilbur said it was fine."

Techno raised an eyebrow, leaning forward on the arm of the plush living room couch with a heavy sigh. In front of him, Tommy leaned on one of his legs while avidly playing some cheap mobile game on his phone, his taps becoming increasingly aggressive as he began to lose, occasionally letting out a sound of frustration. Techno smiled lightly as he absentmindedly brushed through the blonde curls, booping Tommy on the nose when he glared at him.

"He most certainly did not," he hummed vaguely, biting back a laugh as Tommy finally lost his game and angrily turned off his phone. "Wilbur would rather die than clean up your vomit again."

"Well he's not exactly home right now to do that, is he? It'll be your job, prick."

"You're not eating a tub of frosting."

"Yes I am."

Techno rolled his eyes, lightly kicking Tommy forward as the younger flipped him the bird. "No, you aren't."

"Yes I am, bitch."

"Wilbur would bury me alive."

"Deserved."

"You act like you wouldn't attend my funeral."

Tommy grinned up at him. "A funeral arranged by who? It's not like you have the parents to-"

Techno glowered, hesitating for only a brief moment before reaching down to wrap his arms around Tommy, trapping him in his hold as he dragged him closer. The kid made a screeched noise of surprised before Techno lifted him up, practically tossing the gangly teen in the air with scarily-simple ease and throwing him over his shoulder. Fists whacked his back but Techno didn't flinch, merely taking a few, cautious steps forward while Tommy laughed, blood rushing into his head and turning his face into an embarrassingly bright shade of scarlet.

"Tech-Techno," he wheezed out in between laughs, yelling again as Techno lightly swung him–far enough away from the couch to ensure he didn't accidentally hit his head, of course, he was anything but uncautious–a matching grin drawn on normally stone-cold features. "I'm sorry, your hair always looked better than Niki's- put me down-"

"Nope. If you're going to use my trauma against me, then I'm going to use gravity against you."

"No-no-no- don't drop me-"

Techno loosened his grip on his ankles for a brief second, nearly doubling over at Tommy colorful swears. Tommy, in response, proceeded to whack his elder brother in the back of his head.