"That's not fair! Give it back!" Tommy jumped up, waving his hands in the air to try to grab the sword out of Technoblade's hands.

His large white and red hoodie made sweat gather on his forehead, beading below his hair; light blue eyes were sloped in slight annoyance, only the small upward tilt of his mouth giving away his amusement. His brother held his prized possession above him, taunting him.

"Phil!" Tommy yelled for his father. "Make Techno give it back! Big man, I'm warning you! You don't want to mess with these muscles."

Techno laughed at him, the chuckle oddly monotone. His long pink hair fell back in a braid behind his lean figure, bouncing as he kept the sword above the smaller's head. Light danced on them from below the treetops, shifting with the leaves as they swayed in the wind. Tommy felt it brush against his face, feeling good against his over-warmed skin.

The forest was wide and tall, with trunks in every direction. The only sign of human life for a mile was Tommy's cottage, a small but sturdy building that held four young boys and one single father.

"You'll have to train a thousand years to be able to beat me, Tommy," Techno said, a catchphrase he used quite often. That prick.

"Phiiiillll!" Tommy hollered. Instead, a small boy ran out from somewhere behind him, and by the slam of a door shutting behind Tommy, he sounded like he had been in the house.

Tubbo ran up beside them, his dark fluffy hair around his face almost like the top of a mushroom. His warm brown eyes were full of amusement and challenge as he stopped at Tommy's side as his wingman. He was wearing a light green button-up shirt, something he wore often. In his hand was his small red blanket, thin and well worn. He had it since he was only a year old.

"Techno, c'mon," Tubbo said, his voice playful. He was fourteen as well- anyone could easily mistake him for being somewhat related to Tommy, by personality if not looks. In reality, Phil, Tommy's biological father, had adopted him. "Just give the man his sword back." A smile played on his lips, his voice a bit squeaky, and the trees cast a shadow on his face.

Techno looked down at them, keeping his face neutral. After years of hanging out with his younger brother and Tubbo, he still rarely smiled. It wasn't because he was never amused. That was just how he was.

"Ha. Imagine not being able to two vs one me," he taunted.

Tommy huffed. "That's shit. You're sixteen. How are we supposed to beat you? Besides, I haven't released my full wrath."

"Yeah!" Tubbo nodded, eagerly following along with Tommy. "You haven't seen anything yet, Techno."

"What are you idiots doing?"

Tommy heard Wilbur's voice before he saw him. He turned his head to the side, watching as he walked out of the woods.

Wilbur's curly dark brown hair fell over half of his face, small-brimmed glasses resting on his nose. He had a light brown guitar in one hand, the long handle making its way into the bigger oval-like shape. His steps were dignified as if he were better than Tommy. Wilbur was fifteen, though his maturity often reached beyond his years. Well, that was unless he got hyper. Then all was going to hell.

"Help, Wilbur!" Tommy yelled, his light blonde hair falling over his eyes, "Techno won't give me my sword! The bitch really wants to fight." He snarled at Techno, reaching up.

"Techno, pass the sword," Tommy heard Wilbur say. The sound of the guitar lying against the dead leaves reached his ears.

"Hey, this is totally not fair," Tubbo whined. "Pleaaaseee give us the sword?"

"In your dreams," Techno threw the sword overhead, the long blade dangerously flying through the air. Wilbur stealthily caught it by the handle, smiling at the two pouting boys. It wasn't a safe move, not at all, but Wilbur and Techno liked to show off.

"Don't say please, Tubbo," Tommy told him, hunching his shoulders. "We don't say please to pricks."

He heard a chuckle come from the side. "What are you boys doing?" Phil asked, his light accent breaking through the air.

Tommy looked over at him, putting on an angry expression. "Wilbur and Techno won't give me my sword back," he said. "I did nothing!" His voice pitched at the end.

Phil looked skeptical, his eyebrows raised as a smile grew on his lips. "Is he telling the truth, Techno?"

"What! Why don't you trust me? Tubbo was here, right?" Tommy nudged Tubbo's side, making him speak.

"I was here," Tubbo agreed, his hair bouncing as he nodded vigorously. "Techno is being mean."

Philza chuckled lightly. "Techno?" He met his eye.

"Nah, the nerd is lying. He hid my hatchet," Techno's voice was low and monotone, but laughter sparked in his eyes.

Phil let out a loud exaggerated sigh.

It was only a hatchet. Plus, he was totally going to give it back that night. "I only hid his hatchet because Wilbur and Techno kept calling me a child, even after I told them to stop!" Tommy whined, looking at Phil with pleading eyes. "Big man, I would never do something without reason. Just make him give me my sword back."

"Well," Tubbo began, "You did also hide Wilbur's-" he stopped talking when he saw the death glare Tommy was shooting his way.

"You hid what? What did you hide?" Wilbur accused harshly. He stepped forward and the blade he was holding suddenly looked dangerous.

Tommy gave a nervous laugh. "Heh, buddy, pal- I would never hide anything of yours," he said, not being able to keep a smile off his face. He took a step back, anxiously messing with his hoodie strings.

"Tommy," Phil warned. His voice was hard but Phil was never rough on the boys- Tommy knew he was laughing to himself.

"Run for it, Tubbo!" Tommy yelled, jeering away from the group and booking it into the woods.

"AHHH!" Tubbo followed him, laughing after he screamed. "Go, go, go!"

Their feet drummed on the forest floor. Tommy could hear Wilbur and Techno perusing them from behind, Wilbur hollering, "Tommy, come back here you gremlin!"

His sword was forgotten in the chase. Tubbo also left his red blanket behind, the cloth lying on the ground. Tommy could hear Phil yell, "Boys! Come back here!" From behind him but no one listened.

"Ha, I got you!" Wilbur yelled triumphantly, and a thump came from behind Tommy.

"Tommy!" Tubbo said desperately. "They got me! Man down! I repeat, man down! Carry on without me!"

"NOOO, Tubbo!" Tommy resisted the temptation to look back. "Your death won't be in vain-"

He fell to the ground suddenly, jerking backward as his back hit the dirt. Tommy could feel the breath leave him as he grounded, gasping. Techno was above him, holding him down.

"I got the package," Techno said, his knees on top of Tommy's stomach as he held his arms down with his hands.

Tommy squirmed from below his body, yelling. "I'm caught! Help!"

"I'm caught too," Tubbo said from somewhere behind him. "They are too strong!"

"Where's the hatchet?" Techno demanded, a small smirk at the tips of his lips. "And whatever you hid from Wilbur?"

"I'll never tell you!" Tommy replied, and in an impulsive moment, spit in Techno's face.

Oh no. That was a huge fucking mistake.

Techno's eyes widened and he sat back in disbelief as well as disgust, wiping his face vigorously. "What was that?" He yelled, making Tommy flinch.

"TUBBO, CODE RED! I THINK I'M ABOUT TO DIE!"

"What did you do?!" Tubbo yelled.

"Something bad! Something very bad!"

He closed his eyes in time to feel Techno's fist make contact with his face, a burst of pain running through his cheek.

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