Tw: nightmares, death, dont worry, it's not that bad.

      "Mom? Dad?" Tommy softly stepped out of his room, gripping his blanket tightly. He had just heard a rather loud thumb sound throughout the house. Followed by ear piercing screams. He glanced down the dark hallway, seeing his parents door cracked open. Didn't they usually keep it closed?

      He could do this, he's brave. Tommy nodded, marching up to the door and slowly opening it. "Mom? Dad?" He called softly, opening the door all the way.

Tw: Blood, gore, death ahead!!! Skip to next tw if you don't want to read it. It's not bad though so...

      His heart dropped as he saw the scene before him. Blood was splattered against the walls, his Mom and dads corpse laid upon the bed. Their wings ripped off their bodies and blood still pooling from the necks. Tommy dropped his blanket in horror, running up to the bed. He gently shook his mom,
       "Mom? Wake up." He cried, "dad?" He ran to his dad and shook him. A bit harsher. "Wake up! Please...."

       "Please wake up!"

Tw: end. Tommy stumbled upon his parents dead.

        "Hmm, why doesn't this demon child have wings? What's wrong with him?"
        "I don't know ma'am,"
        "Ugh, how odd. I'll take the other one."

       "Hey dad, why don't you have horns?" Tommy asked, pointing at the halo that sat upon his dad's head. He smiled sweetly,
      "It's because I didn't grow any. I'm quite a weird demon you know!" He laughed, as his dad picked him up. "Want to fly?"
       "Yes yes!" They slowly rose into the air, his father's wings flapping as he lifted Tommy.
       "Look at you go!" He laughed, reaching to touch the fluffy clouds above. "Soon you'll have big wings too. And float above everyone else!" Oh how Tommy couldn't wait.

      "Wake up!"

      He gasped, quickly sitting up. His entire body covered in sweat, as his heart raced. What kind of dream was that? He wondered.
       "Phil it worked! Damn, I didn't know milk could do that." Tubbo exclaimed. He glanced at his friend, who set down the bucket.
       "What happened?" He asked.
        "Well, we found you passed out near the wither, cursed. Then Techno beat it up and I carried you back to Wilbur and Phil." Tubbo summerized, a huge smile on his face. "But, I'm glad your okay."

      Wow, guess the wither got him. The only thing he remembers is the skull coming after him then darkness. And that.... Nightmare.

       "Wait, the milk worked? It doesn't work on curses though..." Techno muttered, peaking from the entrance. Tubbo shrugged,
        "At least it worked." Wilbur rushed in, relief pouring onto his face as he saw Tommy.
        "Thank God your awake, how are you feeling?" Will asked, grabbing one of his arms and looking at it. Tommy yanked it from him,
       "I'm fine. Weird that I got cursed." Phil walked in, holding a bottle of water. He tossed it to Tommy who clusmly catched it.
       "It wasn't a curse, but a wither effect." Phil said, leaning against the wall. "Certain aspects of your body turn black and it burns. So that's probably why milk cured it."
       "Who knew cow juice had medical effects." Techno added.
        "Don't call it cow juice." Wilbur muttered, cringing.

      Tommy slowly stood up, stretching his limbs. He hissed in pain as a slight burning sensation touched his arms. Phil handed him an ice pack, putting the cold bag against his arm.

      "Huh. Demons don't take any sort of effects from withers. So how did Tommy...." Tubbo trailed off, muttering to himself.
       "We're your parents both demons?" Phil asked, Wilbur flicked him.
       "Shut up Phil, sensitive topic." He hissed. Tommy shrugged,
       "No, my dad was an angel." He couldn't remember his dad, only that he had a halo and large feathery wings that dragged along the ground.
       "Then that's why, he's some sort of hybrid." Phil concluded. "Anyways, we need to leave soon, you've been out for two days mate."

       "What!?" Tommy snapped awake, dropping the icepack. "Really? Holy shit we need to go, what if those guys find us-"
        "It's fiiiinnne. We beat those losers into the ground." Techno mulled, rolling his eyes. "But we should leave. We're just a few weeks away." He sighed in relief, picking the ice pack back up.
       "Welp, guess we better head off." Wilbur ended, walking out of the room. Techno nodded, strolling out. Phil gave a small smile before going out. But Tubbo stayed, eyes shifting about nervously as he swayed on his feet.

       The two stayed in a loud silence, that seemed to streach on forever.
       "Ummm, Tommy?" Tubbo started, "I, uh, didn't know you were a hybrid." He finished, grinning sheepishly. Tommy laughed akwardly,
       "Yeah. Sorry I didn't tell you. Y'know how monsters are now a days." The two fell back into the silence. He switched the cold pack over to his next arm, trying to fiddle with something.
       "I just, don't get it." Tommy looked at him, confused at the sudden outburst. "Why did someone spawn the wither? What do they need the nether star for? Ugh!" He slumped against wall, crossing his arms.
       "I think it's best you just leave it. Maybe the answer will come to us, I don't know." The deer nodded, straightening himself out.
        "Yeah, well, I'll let you pack." He walked out, closing the door behind him. Leaving Tommy alone inside his temporary room.

       He slowly lifted the ice pack off, staring at it. The cold slowly ebbing away as the small burn started to eat at his skin. The black marks that plagued his arms were slowly fading, which was good. Tommy frowned, there were many unanswered questioned, some that even he was furstraded about.

       The most important one to him being, who killed his parents? He sighed, laying the ice pack back onto his hands. Why does he even care, it's not like knowing will bring them back. That's just not how things work.

       "Bye Tubbo, thanks for letting us stay." Tommy said, waving goodbye to his friend.
       "You should definitely vist some other time." Tubbo called, he nodded, of course he would. If they managed to make it across the border.
       "I will," he turned back to his friends as they walked off into the forest.
       "Yay, traveling, my favorite." Wilbur groaned, ajusting his backpack. Phil smiled sympathetically, giving him a small pat on the back.
       "Where we heading Techno?" Tommy asked, running up and trying to peak at the map. He turned it away, scowling.
       "To the next town, which is.... Cl- ah, no. Umm, how about Murvs?" He rolled up the map. "Just kidding, you have no say. We are heading to Murvs." Phil laughed,
       "Oh okay. How far is that?"
        "Two weeks." Techno spoke, glancing away.
         "Two weeks?! You've got to be kidding me Blade!" Wilbur whinned. "There must be a town closer." He shrugged,
        "Nope. Just suck it up prince." Wilbur frowned, letting out a small huff.
       "Fine. Just know I won't let this trip go without complaint." Phil chuckled,
       "Whinbur." He muttered, Tommy burst out laughing, slapping him on the back.
       "OW- what the he-
       "HAhaha, Whinbur! That discribes him so well!"
        "I just want some piece and quite..."

     End of Arc 2- Tommy's Story

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