Trust Issues [SBI adoption au]

Chapter 13

Hey guys, I've decided what to do with this fic. I have lost all motivation to write it but I refuse to abandon it unfinished. With the things with Wilbur, I've decided to not completely remove him from this story, but instead focus on more of Tommy's and Techno's relationship. I have also decided that I'm going to wrap things up, so things won't be as developed as I want them to be. 

TW: nightmare and some ?gore?

Enjoy 

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The rest of the school for Tommy was stressful. He had to have someone guide him to his classes and then, in each class, he had to introduce himself. There were some of the same kids in each class and it was embarrassing to think that they were probably sick of hearing himself being introduced.

By the end of the day, Tommy was ready for a long nap. He waited with Techno for Phil to come pick them up. Wilbur had band practice after school, so it was just the two of them. Eventually Phil came, the beat-up minivan as charming as ever. 

The first thing he did when they had gotten home was run upstairs into his room and let his wings free. The constant rubbing of the chairs had made them sorer than they have been in months, and they just needed a stretch. He laid down on his bed, on his stomach, and stretched for a minute. He grabbed a blanket and shifted around until he got comfortable. 

Tommy didn't realize he was asleep until he heard a knock at the door. 

"Tommy, dinner is ready, so come down soon." It was Phil. Tommy hid his wings in the blanket protectively. "Okay." He said, his voice cracking from sleep. 

He went down after tucking his wings away and ate dinner. It wasn't anything special, but he still appreciated it. By the time he had finished eating dinner and helped Phil clean up, it was later than he thought. Techno and Phil were watching a movie and Wilbur was up in his room, and Tommy was too tired do talk to any of them, so he told them he was going to bed, and went upstairs. 

His wings were really starting to hurt. It might just be him growing, but he decided that he was going to keep them out for as much as he could without them being seen. Tommy got ready for bed, washing his face, brushing his teeth, getting into his pajamas, and when her was done, he slid into his bed. 

For as exhausted Tommy was, he couldn't fall asleep quickly. He laid there staring up at his ceiling, thinking about his life. Tommy was almost certain that he was going to stay in this house. Everyone there liked him, maybe even loved him, and he maybe even loved them too.

Tommy closed his eyes, and felt tears run down the sides of his face. He was happy here and wanted to stay. He brought his hands up to his face and wiped the tear away. His eye lids felt heavy and Tommy didn't know if he could lift them even if he wanted to.

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It was dark when he awoke. The darkness from the window seeped in and it felt thick. He was up, standing at the door. When had he gotten to the door? It didn't matter now. He opened the door and walked out of the room. Which room was he just in? He couldn't remember. 

He knew that there were some stairs at the end of the hallway (how did he know that?) and he didn't think there was anywhere else to go, so to the stairs he went. His feet felt heavy when he walked, like bricks and chains where holding him down. His thoughts also felt heavy, the light, sluggish stream of words flowing in and out of his mind. 

He was walking down the stairs and he didn't realize that he had gotten to them. He felt like he was moving so slow. He floated down the stairs. His feet still felt heavy, but he didn't feel them touch the ground.

There were many windows in the downstairs. All of them had the inky blackness of night in them. The house felt suffocating and dark. 

He turned and saw three people sitting, their silhouettes darker than the room. His eyes glazed over them, recognizing them but not understanding who they were. He guessed that they were men (what was a man?), and that they were older than him (what was age?). 

They were smiling at him. Their faces were wrong. The smiles looked wrong. Everything felt wrong. The darkness suffocated him more than ever, and it felt like he couldn't breathe. 

He felt himself get forced to his knees. Was it one of the figures? Was it the weight in his feet? He did not know. 

He looked up at the strange smiling figures. The middle one leaned over and grabbed his face. The touch was both gentle and forceful. The figure's eyes where pure white and they seemed bright in the darkness, matching the odd smile. 

He could hear no words, but he felt the feelings of hatred and disappointment wash over him. It wasn't him feeling these things, but the figures. He felt their rage and disdain flow to him. 

He felt the tears run down his face and he felt hands on his wings. They were soft at first, unsure of what to do. Then they were sharp, pulling at the feathers, plucking them. He felt them rip the feathers and rip the skin.

He let out a cry of pain and anguish. The figure was still smiling, and Tommy finally realized who he was.

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Tommy woke up with a scream. He was shaking and crying. He brought his hands to his wings, feeling them safer. They were in their full mode, big and missing feathers. Tommy got out of bed, needing move around, his breath harsh and loud.

He heard footsteps coming and, in a panic, he went for the window. He opened it and ripped the mesh with his hands. He looked back into the room and saw the figure opening his door. He turned back around and didn't think for a single second before he flew out of the window.

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Heyy guys, sorry to leave yall on a cliff hanger, but the next chapter should be out soon. Sorry for any grammer or spelling mistakes, I didn't want to reread it and edit.

I really hope yall enjoyed this chapter. Stay safe and love yourself

- Sam <3