The Boo and The Boy

Chapter Two: A 'Project'

Tommy got home and brought the child in quietly, so no one knew he was there.

"What have we here? Is that my little brother I see, soaked from the rain?"

Tommy glanced at the voice, seeing Technoblade leaning in the doorway. Dang it, he has to get past Techno with an orphan in his arms. This'll be fine, just fine. He just won't let Techno see the child. And he had a perfect plan to get to his bedroom.

"Yeah, hi Tech.. can you get me a towel, please?"

"Get your own towel," Techno huffed, looking at Tommy with an amused and annoyed expression.

"But I'm cooold, and I don't wanna get my own toweeel." He looked at Techno with his best puppy dog eyes, mustering up a fake shiver.

"Fine, but I'm not happy about it." Techno pointed at him before going to the hall closet, giving Tommy a clear shot for the stairs to get to his room. He quickly hustled up the stairs, and set the kid down on his bed when he got up there. He covered him with his blanket when he heard Techno coming up the stairs. Techno chucked the towel at him, and chuckled.

"Here's your towel, Theseus. Hey, what was it you were carrying under your cardigan?"

Tommy had to think fast, he couldn't hesitate and get called out again like he did with Tubbo.

"Just some wood, for a project."

Perfect excuse, Innit.

"Oh, okay, got it. What project?"

Dang it!

"Uhh.. just a project. Haven't figured out which though, I just know I want to do a project with wood."

Odd excuse, but perfectly believable. Tommy was on a roll!

"Ah, got it," Techno said, smiling a bit. "Well, if you need help once you figure it out, you know where to find me." Techno left the room, closing Tommy's door behind him.

Tommy let out a sigh of relief, leaning onto the bed before looking back down at the lump under his blankets. He slowly removed them, to see a pair of terrified eyes staring back at him.

"Ah- shit! Sorry, buddy, didn't mean to scare you.. hey, calm down, I won't hurt you.."

The child whimpered at him, and Tommy brushed his hair away from his eyes.

"I'm Tommy. Can you speak?" The child shook his head, and shrunk away from Tommy when he sat down. He then glanced at where he was laying, and let out a sharp 'eep!' when he saw all the blood on the sheets, and practically jumped into Tommy's arms. He looked rapidly from the blood to Tommy and back, rapidly mumbling in a language Tommy couldn't understand. He was crying and shaking, clinging to Tommy's arm.

"Shhh, shhh, calm down.. yeah, I see it. I- mhm, yes, I do see the blood. I'm gonna patch you up, okay buddy?"

The kid nodded, and tried to stay still, minus the violent shaking he couldn't control. Tommy walked over to the drawer and pulled out some gauze, antibiotic, and medical tape. He sat back down near the kid, and gently cleaned the blood from his arm. The kid winced a few times.

"Sorry, bud, I'm trying not to hurt you. Can you tell me your name?"

The kid took a deep, shaky breath.

"..⍀⏃⋏⏚⍜⍜..."

"...what?" Tommy stared at the kid for a moment, blinking a couple times. What did he just say? "Can you..repeat that, please?"

"⌇⍜⍀⍀⊬..⋔⊬ ⋏⏃⋔⟒ ⟟⌇ ⍀⏃⋏⏚⍜⍜..!"

What the actual hell was this kid saying? It sounded like complete gibberish.

"I can't really understand you, bud..can you say it in english..?"

The kid paused for a moment, before shaking his head. Tommy sighed and nodded.

"Okay..that's okay. You can just nod and shake, right? We can still communicate. Would be helpful if I knew your name, though..I guess we'll have to stick to nicknames, huh?"

The kid nodded his head, mustering a small smile.

"Well, bud..you look chilly. Are you cold?"

The kid nodded his head again, curling into Tommy for warmth.

"I'll have to go shopping for clothes for you. You can stay with me 'til I find your family, okay?"

The kid nodded and yawned, and Tommy could've sworn he heard him purring.

"You sleepy?"

He nodded.

"Okay, go ahead and take a nap, and we can go get some clothes for you when you wake up."

The kid fell asleep almost immediately. Tommy carded his fingers through his hair, before lying him down and covering him with the blankets.