Father Figure

Humble? Beginnings

Tommy hugged his knees, hiding under a table. His breathing was quick and he was shaking. A gentle hand reached for him. "It's alright, child. Come here. Come to me." Tommy looked at the hand, but didn't move. Dad always told him not to trust strangers.

Suddenly the man talking to him bent down. Tommy could see him now. He was wearing a hat that covered his blond shoulder-length hair. He wore a weird robe type outfit. Tommy almost laughed at it's idiocy.

The man's expression was one of gentleness and kindness, very welcoming. But Tommy didn't feel welcome. How could he with the harsh glares and weird looks he was getting from the other two men behind the first? He remembered the one on the left, the one with a yellow sweater and beanie on. Remembered him from the alley. He was the one that brought him here.

The other one had pastel pink hair and wore a red gown with white fluff around his neck. It was tasseled with short round clips. The man had a chain-type-necklace that was hidden by his gown. He also had on high boots, however he was already tall without them.

The first man reached out his hand again. "I'm Phil, can you say that? P-h-i-l..." Tommy furrowed his eyebrows. Did this bloke really think he couldn't speak? Out of anger and desperation to prove himself, Tommy spat the man's name back, "Phil."

Phil smiled. "Good! Do you have a name?" Tommy narrowed his eyes at Phil. His dad always told him to kick strangers in their shins if they asked for his name. However, trying to kick this man under a table was going to be hard...

Phil furrowed his own eyebrows worridly. He looked behind himself at the other two men. "Wilbur, did he say anything to you in the alley?" The left man with the yellow sweater and beanie perked up. He started to stutter out an answer, "Well, I mean, y-yeah, I guess... well, no actually... just a lot of crying, really..."

Tommy took this break to look at the other man, who was curiously watching Tommy. Tommy didn't like him, he didn't like anyone in this room really, but this man at least seemed tolerable compared to the others.

The Phil guy looked back down at Tommy. "Okay, fella, my pals and I are gonna leave you alone for a while. You can come out anytime you want, okay?" Tommy glared at the man, and after a moment or so, Phil let the tablecloth fall and walked away.

Tommy finally breathed. Finally he was by himself, not being stared down by three weird men. Tommy looked down at his feet. Why was this happening? He just wanted his dad back. Hopefully he'd come and pick him up soon.

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But he didn't, he never did. Tommy felt betrayed, by who? He didn't know. His dad loved him, how could he just abandon him? It didn't feel right.

Tommy hid under that table for a week, getting his food slipped under the tablecloth every day. But when Tommy finally came out it was the middle of the night, or he guessed, the three were asleep.

Tommy crawled out, looking around finally. Pictures of the three men were all over the walls. Tommy scoffed. What narcissists. Tommy stood up, having to stretch his legs. As he stretched he looked around.

The table he was under had a crimson tablecloth on it, a vase full of roses on top. Tommy found it quaint. The floor he was walking on was freshly polished. Tommy swallowed, looking up at the barn-type ceiling.

He snickered. Barn animals live here. Tommy turned around towards what he guessed was the kitchen. The kitchen was decorated nicely, and by the cues Tommy picked up, he guessed Phil was the one who decorated it.

Tommy ran his fingers across the counters, they were squeaky clean, as if they were cleaned every minute. His hoof like fingers made a terrible sound on the countertops. He had always had hoof fingers, his dad did too. Tommy saw that same thing on that pink-haired man.

The only thing on the counters were chips, bread, and the microwave. Tommy looked out of the window.

Outside there was a gorgeous backyard. Flowers sprung up from everywhere, all pretty. An old swingset sat still in the middle of the yard, and at the end of the property stood a small shed. It was pretty, but because it was dark, it also looked kind of creepy.

Tommy turned around, going back into the living room. He finally noticed the pink-haired man fast asleep on the couch. Tommy stopped, leaning over to see him closer. He was drooling, and the crown he previously was wearing was on the floor next to him.

Tommy chuckled, walking around him towards the tv. It was playing some old cartoon that not even a child as young as Tommy would watch. Tommy turned to look at the stairs. He silently crept over, standing at the bottom and looking up.

A nightlight was lighting up the second floor, but only a little bit. Tommy decided to just stay downstairs, mostly considering the fact he couldn't climb the stairs. He turned to the left towards another room. He snuck in, a computer and a sofa was all that was there. Tommy started towards the computer.

"Oh!"

Tommy whipped around to see Wilbur standing in the doorway, surprised. Tommy stepped back, tripping over himself and falling to the floor. Wilbur stepped back himself. "Uh, I'm gonna go get Phil."

Tommy swallowed as Wilbur ran back up the stairs. Tommy looked around, scouting out a place to hide. The sofa. Tommy slowly started crawling over, but was picked up before he could get any farther.

"DAD!" Tommy blurted out. He didn't mean it, he was just so used to his dad picking him up. Tommy looked at the person who had picked him up. The pink haired man raised an eyebrow at the child.

"You're gonna nickname me 'dad' now?" Tommy scowled, trying to scratch at the man's eyes. The man dropped him out of surprise. Tommy slipped under the sofa, terrified. He swallowed, holding his arms with his cold hands.

Suddenly the other two men walked into the room. Phil looked under the sofa at him. "Hey, shhhh, calm down. Can you tell me your name?" Tommy looked down at the floor. This was just going to go on forever if Tommy didn't let up, and these men didn't seem that bad, and if they were Tommy would just kick them in the shins like his dad told him to.

Tommy bit his lip, looking back up. Phil raised an eyebrow hopefully. Tommy gulped. "T-Tommy." Phil smiled. "Tommy, Tommy. I'm Phil. That's..." Phil pointed at Wilbur. "Wilbur. And that's..." Phil pointed at the pink haired man. "Techno, or Technoblade." Tommy slowly smiled. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad, all he had to do was wait until his dad came back. This would be easy.

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