Act 1. The stage is set, the curtains rise and out steps the tailcoated Narrator. With welcoming arms spread wide as if to encompass the whole theatre within, the Narrator delivers the lyrical opening words, "Survivors have scars. Victims have graves. Actions have consequences, And consequences must be paid." WARNING: this story is OUTDATED and NO LONGER UPDATING - I have moved to AO3 under heliosink and this story will ALSO be moved after thorough reconstruction <3. -------------------------------------------------------------- Content Warning! Viewer Discretion is advised -------------------------------------------------------------- This story contains graphic depictions of gore, violence and horror. Also heavy language.

"I understand. You heard the place you loved was in trouble, so you came back, but I don't-I just-why didn't you take me?" Here it was, at last. Catharsis, or something close to it. "I would have hunted them down with you, Philza, the people who did that to your town. I would have given you your vengeance on a silver platter. I would have given you the world." Philza didn't look guilty. He just looked tired. "I didn't hunt them down, though." // Or, that fic where Techno and Phil are old immortals, and Tommy and Wilbur are decidedly... not. Angst ensues. //

Exactly what is says in the title! Mostly TommyInnit but occasional George and Karl. Bench Trio and Full SMP House are kind of my hyper fixation right now so expect a lot of it. Cover art doesn't belong to me!

Oneshots of Tommyinnit, the Wife Haver himself. There's a combination of angst and fluff, but mostly angst. Hope you enjoy! This work is completed.