"Do it on me, Poseidon!"

"Easy, kid. I don't think you really want me to."

"Aw, c'mon, pleeeease? How'm I supposed to learn if you don't teach me???"

"The Blackout, it's, uh, it's not a pleasant experience... I don't want to use it on you. And trust me, you don't either."

"It sounds fun!!"

"No, it's... It's horrifying."

"I don't care! Come onnnn, Poseidon!"

"No, kid. I'm not going to. I'm your mentor, not your torturer. And don't make me say no again."

"Fine. I hate you."

"I can live with that."

Tommy walked home that day. He didn't feel like flying; his wings were sore and his day had been particularly bad. 

Well, apart from that one customer. What was his name – Wilbur? 

He looked like an idiot. His hair was stupid and his attitude was stupid – Who was that energetic at eight-thirty in the fucking morning? 

His friends were cool, though – Especially the other avian who was taller than him, but still shorter than the Wilbur guy. 

Wilbur guy was tall. Tommy was tall, but Wilbur guy was taller. Tommy did not like feeling looked down on.

As Tommy reached the apartment building, he decided to be a normal person for once and take the stairs. He was just... feeling drained. 

He sighed as he unlocked his apartment door and walked in, slamming it behind him. Tubbo looked up from whatever nonsensical tech thingy he was building and Ranboo looked up from his place on the floor.

"Whoah, Tommy using the door? Miracle." Tubbo teased. Tommy managed a smile but trudged past both of them, flopping down on the couch.

He frowned at the ceiling.

This wasn't depression, was it? Depressedinnit didn't have a very nice ring to it.

No, Tommy wasn't depressed. He couldn't be depressed. He had a great life. Maybe he was just... tired. 

Tubbo and Ranboo'd voices were blurry in the background and his vision was hazy. Yep. Definitely just tired. Tommy Innit did NOT have an iron deficiency.

He was mildly aware of Tubbo shaking his shoulder and telling him to sleep; and Ranboo informing him that he wouldn't be doing vigilante-ism tonight. 

Fuck that. He could vigilante just fine!

Tommy tried to stand up but one of his roommates shoved him back onto the couch. As good as they did, because his ears were ringing.

...

That's all he remembers from the previous night.

Now, he's at the café and he's talking to Wilbur about Primes know what because his memory is shit right now. He paused in what he was saying and blinked.

"-ommy? You alright?" The concerned voice shot through the haziness of his mind like a hot knife through butter. Tommy rubbed his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm fine..." Tommy grunted, looking up into Wilbur's shit eyes. 

He swayed for a moment before grabbing onto the counter. "...What were we talking about again?"

Wilbur waved it aside. "Doesn't matter, are you alright?" 

Tommy shrugged. "Yeah. Invincible. Don't worry about me."

For some reason, this only seemed to make Bitchbur more concerned. The annoying worry-crease between his eyebrows had grown and that made Tommy really irritated for some reason.

"Stop looking at me like that," He snapped at the man, feeling his headache worsen as he did so.

Wilbur raised his hands in surrender. "Sorry, sorry... When does your work day end again?"

"Four-thirty," Tommy shrugged. It was twelve currently. Tommy Innit could last four more hours. Tommy Innit got stabbed on a daily basis! Tommy Innit was-

Fuck. Tommy Innit was about to collapse.

Wilbur grabbed his shoulder. "Whoah, easy now, don't be fainting on me... Come on, let's go to my place."

"Stranger danger, bitch." Tommy managed but allowed himself to be pulled along out the door. "Wait, but my boss'll be mad..."

"Fuck that," Wilbur said uncomprehensively, striding up to a non-descript looking green car. "Here, get in."

Tommy shrugged. Wilbur seemed alright enough. So he hopped into the passenger seat and Wilbur started the car.

Tommy had barely buckled his seatbelt when the car went careening down the road. Tommy's hands flew to the armrests and he held on for dear life. A wary glance at Wilbur revealed that the man was supremely unconcerned.

Maybe fainting and cracking my skull open on the café floor would have been a safer option, Tommy thought.

• ~ • ~ • ~ •

When Tommy got out of the car, his wings were puffed up and some of the gray was already flaking off. 

He ruffled his feathers so that most of the cherry red was hidden under the remaining gray as Wilbur stepped towards him. 

It was then that Tommy realized the size of the house.

"Oh, so you're rich-rich." He muttered. Wilbur laughed. 

"Here, come in!" The brunet insisted, trotting towards the front door. Tommy followed cautiously and noted the numerous amount of spuds growing from the ground.

"Oh, that's Techno's potato farm," Wilbur said conversationally. "He doesn't even like to eat them that much, he just loves growing them."

Tommy nodded slowly as if to say, yes, this is totally normal, giant useless potato farm in someone's front yard. Yes.

Wilbur opened the door and stepped aside to let Tommy in. Tommy stepped in and immediately noticed the... hominess  of the place. It was nice; in fact, it was very nice. The living room, the kitchen, the dining r-

"Why is there a knife in the wall?"

"Ah, yes! Techno threw it at me." Wilbur responded casually, as if this was another normal occurance. 

Maybe rich families just tried to off each other all the time. Tommy definitely wouldn't know.

"Here, let me give you a tour!" Wilbur was excited, like usual, but there was also a hint of... nervousness in his voice?

Tommy just shrugged. "Alright then."

Wilbur took his shoes off and waved his arms around. Tommy followed his example – minus the arm-waving of course; that was weird.

"This is the dining room, like you saw." Wilbur said vaguely. "And this is the kitchen. Boring, yes, I know."

Not boring. The dining room and kitchen alone were probably the size of Tommy's entire apartment – minus the bathroom.

Wilbur continued with his senseless arm-waving and chattering, and they progressed down the hall. Tommy was brought back to reality at the words, "-Techno's room."

He looked at the blood-red door and nodded. "Okay."

Wilbur pushed the door open and it was like an entirely different world. Swords hung on the walls, axes were mounted on pedestals, modern art lined the deep green walls, and the bed had a deep crimson blanket. Under that deep crimson blanket, Tommy presumed, was Techno.

"We have to be veeeeeery quiet so that we don't wake Techno up," Wilbur said in a loud, exaggerated whisper. "He loves his beauty sleep,"

The figure under the blankets hurled a knife in Wilbur's general direction and Tommy yelped at the suddenness of it. Wilbur had managed to duck, but just barely in time.

Tommy's heart raced as Techno opened one bleary eye. "Oh, 's you." The pink-haired man mumbled. Tommy was more concerned about the fact that Techno apparently slept with a knife  under his pillow.

Wilbur grabbed Tommy's arm and pulled him out of the room. "Annnnd that's our cue to leave!"

He released Tommy's arm and walked down the hall. "And last but not least, this is my room!" The door opened to reveal... a nice room. A guitar was lying on the bed and the walls were a pale blue. The bed had white sheets along with navy and black blankets and pillows.

Odd. Wilbur didn't seem like a very 'blue' person to Tommy. Well, whatever. Not his problem. Wilbur motioned for Tommy to sit on the bed and it was then that Tommy realized just how exhausted he was.

Wilbur seemed to notice this too. "C'mon, why don't you sleep?" His voice had an edge to it. Tommy shrugged before pointing at the guitar. "You play?"

Wilbur shrugged. "A bit. Want to hear?" He grinned at Tommy who shrugged again. A lot of shrugging was happening.

"...Fine. I bet you suck, though." Tommy grumbled. Wilbur sat on the bed next to him, taking the guitar in his hands.

He strummed a few cords and cleared his throat before singing. Tommy didn't remember what he sang, or if he even sang any words. It was just- peaceful.

He laid down on the bed and the song ended a minute later. "You're shit," He mumbled. "...Do another one."

And Wilbur smiled and complied.

And Tommy fell asleep.

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