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                       *Nobodies pov*

They came closer to check his wound. It was pretty bad.

'Poor kid,' Wilbur thought. He pondered on about the young winged blond, his thoughts disrupted by a sudden voice, Techno's.

"Hey, kid! Come back, you have a stab wound!" Techno yelled, running after the poor kid.

The kid was definitely faster than Techno because even with a stab wound, he was fast. Almost as fast as Techno. But, of course, some things don't go as planned.

Techno started gaining speed relatively quickly. After a few minutes, he caught up and latched his hand on the kid's arm.

The kid - Tommy - was struggling and kicking to leave Techno's grip. "Let me go!" He yelled. He even tried to block him out with his wings.

"Listen," Techno said, "We're just here to help. We can take you to our house, even treat your wound." He added.

Tommy thought about it for a second before hesitantly nodding. "Okay. But only to remove the knife. I don't need any more help." (I think I forgot to mention, Tommy can heal himself and others.)

Techno slowly let go of Tommy's arm. And gestured for the 3 to follow him. They did, Tommy just more hesitant.

                           *-_'~'_-*

              When they finally arrived

             - Tommy's pov cuz I said so -

"Okay, we're here." Said the taller blond, Philza, opening their front door.

He hesitantly walked inside, looking around for red flags immediately. None... none at all. *huh, odd...* Tommy thought.

"Mate, you can just sit down on the couch over there," he said, pointing to a couch, "then we can work on getting that utensil out of your stomach."

He hesitantly walked over and sat down, moving his wings to set around him. The two younger men followed him to the couch, the brown haired and the pink haired - Wilbur and Techno were their names. -

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A/N: This was lazy af. I got so lazy making this.
This isn't even being proofread. It will soon, though.

Word count bitches: 333

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