The Moon Controls the Tide (it could cause you to drown)

The Moon Controls the Tide (it could cause you to drown)

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Techno, after surviving a whole godsdamn execution, expected to make his way home to get a good rest. Techno expected to maybe make dinner for himself. Techno expected his polar bear, Steve, to greet him like usual. Techno, did not expect his 15 year old estranged brother (no, not brother. That's not right. Tommy's an egotistical little gremlin who betrayed him after Techno trusted him enough to see him like a brother) hiding under his house. "What are you doing in my house Tommy." "Heyyyy Techno! Long time no see big man-" "What are you doing in my house Tommy?" "My house now." "No this is my house! What are you doing in my house Tommy?!" "You. Are. A. Bitch!" "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE TOMMY?!" "D- Tec- Techno, 'm- I'm sorry I didn't- I can leave please don't- please don't hit me. I kno- I know I fucked up and I deserve it but I can't- please don't take my-" OR: Yet another hurt/comfort fix-it fic because I've read so many to the point where I needed to make one myself. COVER ART NOT BY ME!!
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"It's going to be okay, alright? Where are your parents?" Wilbur asked, the sound of furious shuffling in the background hurting Tommy's ears. "That's a good fucking question!" Tommy yelled into the phone, anger and pent up sadness bleeding through the device, misdirected anger harming the other person. "They're gone Wilbur, they're gone and I-I don't know if-" his body wracked as a cough resonated through his body. "I don't think they're coming back," he whispered the last part, the reality of the single sentence sending his world spiraling. It's Christmas, and Tommy is alone. Until he isn't.

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