There will be Tommy and Wilbur cuddling, this is platonic. No cuddling in this book, among the SBI, will be romantic. They are brothers, one of them is a M I N O R, if you ship them at all leave, get the fuck away, I will drop kick you you disgusting human.
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Third person

The trip to Tommy's brothers was a silent one. Mainly because Tommy had quite literally told dream, who was guiding him, that he did not what to talk. But just because it was silent doesn't mean it wasn't stressful. A thousand questions flew through Tommy's mind

What if they don't recognize him?

What if they think he had abandoned them?

What if they were happier when he was gone?

The 'what if's clouded his brain. It was kinda hilarious when you think about it, the fearless Underdog, who tormented the gods themselves, afraid of seeing his own brothers. The server would think it pathetic. That thought alone brought a scowl to his face.

"So..." Dreams voice broke the silence, "what exactly do you want with Wil and Technoblade? Wil seemed very... insistent on seeing you."

Tommy looked the masked man up and down, his eyes analyzing and piercing. He heaved a sigh, "I know them from somewhere, that's all you need to know and all I'm telling."

Dream nodded and they fell into another silence. Leaving Tommy to his thoughts.

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Dream stopped just before a clearing, from the clearing Tommy could hear the crunch of leaves. Like someone was pacing. Dream gestured to the space, nodded once, and walked away.

Tommy peered into the clearing, if he had  learned one thing from his time in 2b2t it's that you survey your area or you die. Two men stood there, one had brown hair covered by a beanie, he wore a long trench coat a flag sewn onto it. Wilbur, it was Wil, he was pacing frantically, hands sometimes flying out of his pocket to mess with his beanie. The other man had long braided pink hair, he was decked out in the clothes of a  monarch, enchanted armor over them. The enchants were impressive, well to anyone who hadn't spent years in, practically, a big fighting ring. He had tusk and pointed ears, this piglin hybrid was surely his older workaholic brother Techno. Techno was leaning up against a tree, staring intently at the ground, occasionally glancing up.

Tommy's eyes closed, trying to calm his nerves. He looked again, at his panicked and nervous brothers. They were right there, he had been waiting or this for years, practically dreaming about it, yet here he was standing a few feet from the people he longed to be with the most and absolutely rooted to the spot. Tommy forced a shaky breath, running a hand through his hair.

He forced one foot into the clearing, and then the other. His brothers eyes snapped towards him, Wilbur paused his pacing looking at Tommy like a deer trapped in headlights, Techno pushed himself of the tree he was leaning against yet he made no advancements. Tommy was suddenly very aware of every little thing going on around them.

He could smell the faint scent of rain, felt slight precipitation on his skin. He could feel a slight chill as a breeze made its way past the thin sweater Tommy choose to wear to his the multitude of scars from the explosions he was famous for. There was a distant smell of smoke, a musical clinking of a skeleton horse, a river somewhere. Tommy was aware of the tusk on his face that were no doubt quite the surprise to the other two. He felt very self conscious, like he should be wearing armor or something, but that was most likely from 2b2t.

"Tommy?" Wilbur's voice cracked, like he was about to start crying.

Tommy grinned, and, like the little shit he was, said, "Well that's my name, innit?"

Tommy was not  expecting to be practically jumped by a hug. Especially not by Techno, who's reputation had reached the pits of the anarchy server he had been contained in for so long. He did not expect the stream of "holy shit holy shit holy shit" that Wilbur had muttered as he held Tommy tight, like if Wilbur loosened his grip, even for a second, Tommy would disappear. They stayed that way for so long, and to be honest Tommy didn't really mind.

Wilbur pulled back, taking Tommy by the shoulders and looking him up and down. Techno however did not let go, so as Wilbur was observing him, a giant murder piglin hybrid was clinging to him. Tommy did not mind, which was quite strange for him, he generally avoided the touch of people he didn't trust his life with. Not saying Tommy didn't trust them but a type of paranoia had been practically pounded into him those first years in the anarchy lands, when he had nothing but his own will not to die, only his smarts.

"You got tusk!" Wilbur sounded strangely proud, still emotional from seeing his presumed dead little brother and trying to start a conversation, "We got another piglin in the family!"

"HEH?"  This seemed to do it for Technoblade as he finally loosened his death grip to look at Tommy, specifically the sharp teeth Tommy often used as face daggers, "When did this happen?!"

Tommy absolutely lost it at the confused look on Techno's face. He looked indignant and for some reason Tommy found this hilarious. Tommy started laughing, laughing so hard he doubled over. It was such contagious laughter that Wilbur joined in.

It didn't get better when Techno started to, utterly confused, say "WhAt?!?" Over and over again.

Tommy was practically rolling on the ground, Wilbur had leaned up against the nearest tree while clutching his stomach. Eventually Techno joined,  just small chuckles.

When the laughing fit stopped Tommy was laying splayed out on the floor, chest heaving as he fought for breath. Techno's small smile nearly made Tommy's heart explode from happiness and when Wilbur had started laughing with him Tommy swore he had never been happier. Techno offered his hand to Tommy, which Tommy accepted. When he was up fully Tommy grinned at Techno, to which Techno brought Tommy into another hug.

Goddamn Tommy had missed his family.

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(Third person)

Tommy was so confused, he was so, so confused. How had things turned so wrong so quickly. One day he was joking off with his family the next he was dragged into a war, not that he minded, he would go to war for his family at any time. What he was upset about was the aftermath.

Tommy was not surprised by the establishment of the new president, a kid not much older than himself, and he had no intent on ending the nation at the time. He was practically raised on anarchy, but he knew it would only have a use when the government was corrupt, otherwise you just took a bunch of peoples homes for no reason. So he wasn't driven to a rage when he heard about the new president, a few days later when it became obvious that the system was corrupt and practically pupated by the admin, he was angry. Techno however was angry from the start.

Tommy remember the look in Technoblades eyes. Tommy had been in the crowd next to his piglin brother when Tubbo was announced president, he had seen Techno tense so he had put a hand lightly onto his brothers shoulder. When Techno looked at him Tommy withdrew his hand quick enough that if you had blinked you would have missed it. The look in Techno's eyes was that of a madman's, driven by blood lust, listening to furious voices in his head, the snark on his face nothing short of terrifying. It reminded him of the men in 2b2t, those who had gotten close enough to hurt him, who had lost their mind in that place of pain, it reminded him of the man who sold him like he was nothing more than an object for him to profit off.

Tommy has flinched away, taking steps back, memories of pain surfacing. Instincts and fight or flight promptly took over. His hand instantly went to the sword at his side slightly unsheathing the blade to give the threat a warning, it was a common warning back in 2b2t meaning that he was armed and wasn't afraid to use this very sharp blade, make another threatening move and you will feel this sword in your flesh. Hybrid instincts showed themselves as lips peeled back to show the canines on his top set of teeth and showing off more of his tusk, his nostrils flared in true piglin fashion. His eyes had narrowed and, if his wings were out, Tommy had no doubt that they would be spread wide.

Techno's eyes widened at Tommy's reaction, his hand, that had previously clutching his firework shooter, fell to his side. Concern, a tiny bit of hurt and an even smaller piece of fear shown through his eyes. It had just occurred to Tommy that not only was he still in the threatening position, the sword sheath threat he had done was not a common practice anywhere outside of 2b2t, meaning that there was a high chance Techno thought Tommy was going to draw his sword and attack. Guilt had shot through Tommy, and he wanted to apologize, but at the same time he could feel the panic setting in and all he could do was mutter a small sorry before sprinting's to his room in pogtopia, where he then proceeded to have a panic attack.

And then there was Wil, something had happened... he didn't seem like himself. There were times when he would gaze of into the distance. He always looked the same way, towards the button. When Wil was present in the conversation there was random times he would laugh, throwing back his head and letting out a laugh. It was such a fake laugh, such a fake laugh.

Tommy didn't know what happened, he didn't know when these changes happened, but it was scary. It wasn't natural, it wasn't Wilbur.

Now it was the sixteenth, and everything was going to shit. Tommy himself had just seen his father, who he had not seen for seven years, and had ordered to go make sure Techno didn't kill everyone. Tommy then proceeded to bolt of to the direction of the button.

The smell was overwhelming, the sent of gunpowder was so thick Tommy swore he could cut it. In other words it was easy to find the control room. Yet when he entered the room Tommy almost wished it wasn't this easy to find it.

There were words scribbled onto the walls, the lyrics of the L'manburg anthem. There were boxes of TNT stacked along the walls, as if the miles of explosives underneath L'Manburg wasn't enough. There was blood, on the floor, it didn't smell like Wilbur's.

But that wasn't what upset Tommy, as stated before he thought the government was corrupt and didn't care for l'manburg, it was his brothers appearance. He was sobbing on the floor, one hand was moving towards the button and the other was ripping at his hair.

"Wil?" Tommy's voice was soft, but it carried. Wilbur's head shot up, his facial expression one of alarm, the hand shakily reaching towards the button dropped yet the hand in his hair stayed entangled. When Wilbur saw Tommy his expression changed to a look of horror, horror over having his little brother see him like this. Both Wilbur's hands went to cover his face, his head hung low, his body shook though Tommy couldn't tell if it was from crazed laughter or heart wrenching sobs.

Tommy didn't hesitate, he walked up to Wilbur's shaking form and sat down next to him. "Wilbur, can I hug you?"

(CUDDLING, THIS IS PLATONIC.)

Wilbur nodded the best he could with his hands over his face. Tommy immediately engulfed Wilbur into a hug, pulling Wilbur's head onto his chest. Wilbur leaned into the hug, taking comfort in how warm Tommy was and relaxing slightly, he slowly lowered the hands covering his face and the shaking calmed before coming to a stop.

"I fucking hate this button. It's always there, just, tempting me." Tommy hummed his understanding while rubbing soothing circles onto his brothers back, well as comforting and soothing as he could be, Tommy was still raised in the equivalent of a large fighting ring. Brothers or not. "I just want to blow it all up, the place I fought for isn't there anymore. It died with the fucking goat man. It- I, I don't know what it is anymore, but it just seems like this-this, empty shell of the country I created, that no doubt is going to bring so much pain to the people of this server."

"Wil I'm going to be completely honest with you. I do not care what happens to L'Manburg, I care about what happens to you, and if it brings this much pain I will be happy to burn down this country with you. However I would suggest that, regardless of your choice, we go and take a break from this server, as a family."

Wilbur nodded into his brothers chest before sighing softly and sitting up, "Let's just go."

Tommy flashed a smile and stood up, offering a hand to his brother. Wilbur smiled back and took his hand, heaving himself off the ground and onto his feet. Together the two brothers left the suffocating cave...

Only to be met with a shit show of mass proportions.

The second you stepped outside you could hear the shrieking of withers. Tommy instantly snarled. Phoenix and withers were natural enemies, and that hate transitioned to Tommy as a phoenix hybrid. So at the moment Tommy was fighting back very strong urges to fly full speed at those withers and use all power at his disposal to absolutely destroy them. And with the multitude of shulker boxes he had in his ender chest, Tommy had a lot at his disposal. There were loud booms of fireworks every other minute, Tommy was reminded of the crossbow loaded with fireworks that Technoblade carries around.

The oaths Tommy repeated under his breath are not viewer friendly.

Tommy grabbed Wilbur's hand and started to drag him to the fray. Key word started, yet at that moment multiple things happened. A teenager, the same teenager who happened to be president of the country currently being torn down, shot at the currently un-armored Philza Minecraft. The arrow was stopped, by Techno's own flesh.

Technoblade was shot to death by Tubbo_

The two boys at the edge of the battle stopped. The older let out a scream of rage, and the growl that ripped through the younger brothers throat was nothing less than savage. Hell was about to be unleashed.

Philza stood there for a moment, before recognizing the scream of his son and using the feathered appendages to hightail it over to them. He landed gracefully, yet his expression did not match his graceful movements, his face was contorted by rage and his eyes shined with a desire to burn it down. It didn't matter if Techno would come back, someone had murdered his son and they would pay.

Wordlessly Tommy dug a controller out of his pocket, handing it over to Wilbur, "I know I just talked you out of it but... that controllers linked to the TNT," Wilbur's and Phil's faces had gained a sadistic grin. As Tommy was talking he had also gotten out his ender chest, then his shulker, getting out the most dangerous weapons possibly to ever touch this earth, Tommy's scythe and trident Hush and Silence. "you press it and get the hell outta here, I'll take out the trash."

At the sight of such legendary weapons the other two palled. Yet they didn't question it, their family seemed to have a common occurrence of being insanely powerful.  "Little brother it would be my genuine pleasure." Wilbur grinned again and pushed the button.

The already chaotic scene erupted with explosions, screams were heard and the cries of the withers shook the sky. Tommy's wings unfurled, the beautiful sun colored wings glowed slightly shining through dust left by the explosion. Tommy cast a glance at his family members and shooed them away. He was in his element, chaos, and those motherfuckers didn't stand a chance.

Tommy raised his wings and listened. It didn't take long for him to hear the sound of a human, and he struck. Using his wing to propel himself forward, he launched himself into the cloud of dust.

Tommyinnit is Underdog, he is a 2b2t champion, he makes the Gods quiver in their boots, he reined over the anarchy server with explosions, he is most people's worst nightmare, he is a part of the sleepy boi family, he loved his family. L'Manburg fucked up, it hurt, his brothers.

In two hours L'Manburg was stripped to bedrock, the people were scarred, a family was reunited.

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This is trash but I'm tired and I tried.
-Bear