MCYT Oneshots

Werewolves (Tubbo, Tommy and SBI)

(Alright, this story takes place in the 1600s, because I feel it would make more sense in this type of storyline, and because I just like the setting of a 1600s colonist settlement)

Tommy stared from his window and up at the moon. The moon happened to be near whole, he presumably had a day left. He glanced downward at his hands, seeing how the hair covering them was becoming thicker, his nails too occurred to be noticeably extended. Tommy gave out a sigh before stretching his hand over to the desk, grasping his gloves from the wooden surface, and slipping his hands in. He shifted his hands around a bit, growing used to the leathery sensation once again. Tommy stared at them before giving out a sigh and walking to the door.

"Tommy, do you have your-"

"Aye mum," Tommy replied ere unlocking the door "I do."

"All right, do return before nightfall." His mum shouted back

"I will mum!" Tommy told before he stepped out the door.

Tommy shut the door after him and looked out to the forest. He craved to run through those trees, to feel the autumn leaves that spread across the forest soil, beneath his bare soles. He ached to lay underneath one of the numerous oak trees. He begged himself to neglect the duties that called him to the settlement and run into the forest and never go. Subconsciously, he discovered himself taking a singular step forward, enabling him to escape the dream-like daze he had been ensnared in. He shook his head catching one last glimpse toward the veil of green before he turned towards the direction of the village.

Tommy paced slowly at first, the demand of the forest promptly weakening as he distanced himself from the shroud of trees. He began to walk quicker, urging the craving to pass on. After a moment, the desire passed on and he entered the village. Tommy gave out a sigh of relief once he noticed it's absence, smiled softly to himself. He proceeded to make his way down the road, his ears making out the faint noise of steps pursuing him from behind. His grin simply increased as the footsteps grew closer to him. Tommy rounded into the considerable large passage between a pair of buildings, immediately diving behind a great crate that rested off to the side, and waited. As he had speculated, a meek figure followed his trail down the passage. Tommy smirked as the figure moved to pass the crate he had ducked behind. Tommy noiselessly rose and started to linger behind the figure. Following a few seconds, the figure appeared to notice his presence and spun around. Tommy quickly sprang up and threw his hands onto the figure's shoulders, releasing an abrupt but powerful yell while doing so. Terrified, the figure let out a shriek before scowling up to the now laughing Tommy.

"Damn you Tommy!" the figure shouted gently hitting Tommy's arm

Tommy didn't reply having lost himself to laughter after the action.

"It wasn't funny." The figure said

Tommy, who had managed to somehow calm himself after his laughter, looked to the figure.

"Oh come on Toby, it was pretty funny." Tommy declared

The boy, Toby, rolled his eyes and chuckled "All right, it was kind of funny." Toby admitted with a sigh

Tommy smiled before setting his elbow onto Toby's shoulder "So how have you been, Toby?"

Toby rolled his eyes and shoved Tommy's elbow off of his shoulder "I've been pretty well," His eyes widened "Tommy, we're gonna be late for-"

"Helping old man Phil!" Tommy said

They both stared at each other for a bit, before they burst out into a sprint out of the alleyway. Tommy looked to Toby before he began to run a tad bit faster than the other boy.