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It all came too on a night that's weather almost matched the very emotions that occurred the faithful night. Harsh winds blew as snow pelted around a well hidden cabin layed deep past a spruce forest. The howls of the wind echoed around the house. But to one of the cabins inhabitants the howls of the wind might as well have been the howls of hungry wolves who faces oddly looked too. Too much like those moo had trusted and believed for so long were their best friend, their almost sister, a friend, a nephew even. Shakes of heads trying so so hard to shake the images that flashed the memories. Of buttons of wars of screams of pain of yelling all around it.
‘Come on Tommy get it together this is supposed to be a good night’. A clenched fist hits a leg again and again as if in a rhythm, a set action that looked as if it came second nature to the teen sitting cross legged on the couch. It was only shaken when the spacing teen seemed to finally focus back in on moo’s surroundings once more the noises seemed to feel so much louder to the raccoon hybrids ears. The howls while the teen knew logically it was just the wind but with all the raccoon hybrid had been through to Cyrpt it sounded like the yelling the screaming of so many voices all at once all raising their voices. At It.
Three voices stood out the most to moo. The same lines that haunted it in nightmares repeated while rot was conscious? It felt like a nightmare. It had to be a nightmare right?
“It was never meant to be”
“You wanna be a hero tommy? THEN DIE LIKE ONE”
“Dream. Exile tommy from L’manburg now”
Over and over and over those words played in the teens brain so loudly it blocked out the way it’s breath seemed to pick up becoming quicker and quicker as the memories seemed to overwhelm rot. It’s hands were balled into two tightly closed fists that on as if a set timer hit moo’s crossed legs time and time again seemingly harder each time. Silent tears gathered and seemed to fall as rivers as Tommy sat there; the only movement dared to be made by it’s own body was the repeating banging of it’s fists on it’s legs. Memories of betrayal by those so close to it seemed to play again and again. So often broken by words dream had once said repeated so much they became second nature to tommy. The rules it was given in exile by someone so cruel dare anyone speak of them so ingrained in Cyrpt’s actions it was as if tommy was a whole new person. In a way Moo was. Still. Rot’s family stayed around. They know they’d failed to be there once they wouldn’t let it happen again. But by god that didn’t mean their past actions didn’t still hurt.
“This is it tommy. We either take it all back or we get nothing” Thats what had started that day that faithful faithful day of November 16th. From there had it progressed so fast it felt as if someone was pressing a fast forward button on their lives. Techno revealing the vault had felt like a day dream almost to good to be true and in a way.. God maybe it had been. So worried had they been about a traitor so blind by the adrenline to think it could be the one who had founded the god forsaken nation that would betray it. They had all shaken it off when Wilbur had admitted to being the traitor. DAMMIT TOMMY YOU SHOULD HAVE LISTENED. It seemed to scream at Cyrptself. Maybe if moo had listened maybe. Maybe it could have stopped it. Deep down rot knew that wasn’t true but what harm is it in dreaming. It hadn’t known. They had won. They should have been happy it should have been a good day they had won. Tommy had wanted to scream when it had all happened. It had. It wanted to scream again, reliving it once more but nothing escaped its mouth. Tommy was made president.. ``Maybe if I had just kept it…” Tommy didn’t want to ponder on it anymore. It wouldn’t change the past to dwell on what couldn’t be changed. It had given it back to Wilbur. Wilbur had given it to tubbo and gods dammit that should have been a sign.
Fists seemed to hit harder and harder as it replayed.
It was then. As it’s … was tubbo even still it’s best friend? Didn’t Tubbo replace it with Ranboo?... As Tubbo gave their speech was when it happened. Wilbur had gotten up and deep down Cyrpt knew it should have followed but it had been so happy tubbo was in charge now to notice soon enough. It had all seemed so fast.
Techno screaming at it. Hands clamped onto ears. Screaming back.
And suddenly.
It was never meant to be
Boom BOOm BOOM BOOM BOOOM
And as quick as they had won it back had they lost it again at the hands of the founder at the hands of its own brother god it it had all been so much too much. The noises. The feelings that raged. Screams god there had been so many screams that day all around some it’s own. The screams from it’s own mouth only having been made louder and louder as they watched it’s own father grab the sword from wilbur’s grasp and shove it into the males stomach. God it felt sick it felt nauseous as the memory continued on and on. No time was given that day for the teen to have processed what had happened no only one event after the next. No sooner had wilbur’s last anon life been taken did Techno scream at moo blame it for wanting it’s home it’s family back. Told it that …
IF YOU WANNA BE A HERO TOMMY THEN DIE LIKE ONE
It’s oldest brother. Idol in someways telling it to be seen even as a hero it had to die was something that haunted it. The memories merged now. It was no longer the 16th but it was those fateful days in exile those long long days. The days that that despite having been in the past now felt all too real in every too loud slam of a door. In every too loud of a raising of a voice. In every arm that was raised too quickly in every touch god they hated it. The way the things dream had done that caused the once so happy and carefree child he once was to disappear to be only but a memory. It hated it hated these feelings the memories the booms. God it hurt it hurt so much. The last day god that last day when it ran when it ran with no shoes through heavy snow when it had finally arrived sick and injured to techno’s doorstep eyes dulled. So many of those days Cyrptid had laid in a bed too out of it from high fevers to do more then toss or turn to let out whimpers when a towel was taken on and off it’s forehead replaced with a cooler one. The loss of it’s leg. Then was when it’s family at that moment only its eldest brother techno and it’s father Philza had made up their minds to put aside the anger that had torn the family apart at the start and try and fix it once more. What else but seeing how broken the actions had lead to the scene before them the once bubbly happy kid was now nothing more then a shell almost a whole new person.
It was not long after that Phil was able to right crows biggest wrong ae could think of. After months ae had been able to bring his middle son back. A shock to them all was the reaction the two had had to one another. So many would have thought Tommy would be terrified but no. When the two met eyes again the raccoon hybrid had sprinted forward as fast as it’s new leg could carry it towards the newly received man and squeezed It so tightly. Tears shed laughs shared hugs shared. That all lead to now…
Now
Now
Now…….
It was that last fist into the leg that snapped tommy out of it. It was the hiccups now. It was trying to calm it’s breathing as it sat there trying so hard to be silent. It was then at the tail end of the breakdown the poor raccoon hybrid had went through that it’s older brother walked in oblivious until it could hear the softest hiccups see the redness in their little brothers eyes adn suddenly those mugs filled to the brim with steaming hot coco were but putty as they dropped shattering causing the raccoon to cover it’s ears as wilbur ran towards rot. In a instant the older had wrapped the little raccoon in their arms softly rocking them mumbling nothing but soft words and reassurances.
“Oh tommy” he whispered softly rubbing the teens back in circles. “I’m so sorry i wasn’t there. You’re okay now Toms. You’re safe now” the hand from it’ back moved to it’s head running through its hair calming the nerves more then it should have. The movement something the family as a whole knew was something that could calm the raccoon hybrid. The broken mugs laid on the floor forgotten as the two brother sat close to the fireplace and there they stayed until the cabins door would reopen once more a look over a shoulder a finger to a mouth and a nod was shared as Techno and Phil entered the cabin. Soon did the two remove their adventuring gear and move to join the others two. They choose a side each the family now together again. Soft wings curled around the children around the eldest member of the family. Safe.
This was home
This was safe. This was home this was … Happiness.Tommy let out a noise of content eyes shut softly head leaned onto his older brothers shoulder as the other ran their hand through it’s hair.
Home was shown in every action around it right now. In the hand in it’s hair. In the wings spread wide to provide warmth. In the way techno was ranting about roman mythology as they all sat there. In the quiet crackles from the fire as it burned. In the noises from the storm that suddenly no longer felt as loud.
Once upon a time Tommy had had this but now? Crypt had it again and this time It wasn’t letting go. Not that it’s family would ever allow moo to but. The thought was there.
A nightmare was now nothing more then that and The night grew soft despite how harsh the strom outside still raged. It’s Family was here. Everything would be ok.
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A/N Ayee hope you enjoyed i totally didn't dissociate in the middle of this and stay up til 6 am writing it haha ha -- anywayyyss Hope you enjoyed and let me know if you want the uh not so happy version of this.. skeet
- signing off Arcade ur local non human host o7 my dudes