In which Tommy runs from exile and gets adopted by a Pillager group and quickly grows accustomed to their ways.

Escaping exile wasn't an easy feat. It had left Tommy tired and bleeding out in a ditch, desperately crawling towards the nearest village. It was getting dark and mobs were surely to spawn around him. He had to find shelter- and fast. But he was so tired, he could barely keep his eyes open.
His muscles give out before ever reaching any village, and his body is sprawled across the dirt. He's exhausted and at this point is ready to give up.
Black seeps into his vision as he hears rustling coming from a nearby bush. He wearily opens his eyes to see large, grey figures approach his body.
"Pillagers..." he mumbles before slipping into unconsciousness.

When he is conscious his immediate instinct is to run away, but it stopped by a searing sharp pain in his side.
He clutches his side, hissing in agony. As his fogged mind clears- he actually gets a good look at his surroundings.
He is laying in a bed, inside some wooded room. It's small and barren, only housing his bed and a lone wardrobe in the corner and an opened window. He can tell it's morning - or at least daytime by seeing the bright light pour out from the window and into the room.

"Where the hell am I....." Tommy mutters to himself, which is cut short after he hears the door to the room creak open.
A Pillager.
Upon seeing the figure that enters he rapidly jumps into a fighting stance- before realizing he has no weapons and that he can barely move without being in excruciating pain.
The figure grunts in its own Pillager language, walking over to the young boy with ease.
"Stay away you b-bitch! I'll fucking kill you, I will! I'm fucking crazy!" He screams in anger to hide his fear.
The Pillager doesn't give him a second glance, carefully examining his wounds.
"Hey stop that you bitch- you cunt! Don't fucking touch me, ya hear?!" Tommy screams, trying to scoot away from the nosy Pillager.
"I've fought in wars, okay?! I can make your ass grass in seco-OOONDS-!" He stops mid rant, feeling something tug onto his entire being.
It's the same feeling as when he died and was pulled back to the living. It felt invasive, cold and made him squirm. The Pillager had placed a glowing hand on top of his wound, watching as the skin slowly knit itself. One could compare it to health potions- but this feeling was more invasive. It's not as painful as health potions can be - healing in an instant without any recover time whatsoever, but it still made Tommy squirm in the bed knowing that this monster was practically touching his soul.
As soon as it started it ended, leaving an uncomfortable buzzing feeling afterwards, but something was up. The Pillager turned his head in what seemed to be confused, prodding at his soul as if they were looking for something.
"H-hey! Stop that!" Damn, he hated stuttering. It was so un-pog of him...
The Pillager moves closer to him, their face inches away from his.
"What the hell are you looking at- !!!" Without warning, those same hands pressed onto his skull, putting pressure on his head with their fingers.
The world swirled around him, his body going limp as he fell deeper and deeper into his subconscious.
What was going on? What's happening?
Then he felt it, something that was in his mind - something that wasn't suppose to be there! It was traversing through his mind like a playground, checking every nook and cranny.
"S-Stop....." Tommy finally grunts out.
Get out.
Get out of my head.
Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head.
With all his strength he could garner, he pushed the villager away as a last resort, feeling their connect being violently ripped that left him seeing stars.
The Pillager grunts in what almost sounded like concern (but that's impossible, pillagers don't FEEL emotions - even villagers had lack of proper emotions!)
Tommy's head was spinning, making him severely nauseous.
He hears some more pillagers enter the room but is unable to properly look at them through his haze. There are several grunts before he hears glass break and feels his limbs grow weaker by the second.
Splash potion of weakness...!
Tommy desperately tries to keep his eyes open, but it's a losing battle between the potion and his general disorientation. In the end, he gives in to darkness and enters a deep slumber.