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Tommy's breath hitched as he took in the view, he was not supposed to see this. Now what was he supposed to do?

Tommy gulped sharply as another blood-curdling scream erupted from the man in the chair.

Tommy tried to calm his heartbeat, he really did, but he failed, and after the man tired of screaming in pain at the one cut, Tommy's heart became audible to those with the highest quality hearing.

A brunette whipped around and turned to face his way, where he was borderline hyperventilating behind a wall.

"Who is there." The Brown-haired guy demanded, before saying in a soft fashion "Show yourself and the punishment shall not be so grave."

Tommy sighed and walked out, knowing he would not be a fair match in strength and agility, as well as weapons, putting his hands up.

"Good– Wait, you’re just a child." The brunette said with shock.

Tommy scowled, "I’m not a-"

"Itty Bitty Tiny Little Child.!" The brunette teased, distracting Tommy for a good fifteen seconds before he noticed a pinkette slowly edging towards him from his peripheral vision.

"I’m not-!" He felt annoyed at the comment on his age, as Tommy had received many ageist comments from over the years and therefore did not like it when people mentioned his age, but he was swiftly cut off by the pinkette.

"Got him, Wil, you can stop aggravating him now.!" The pinkette said, wrestling Tommy as Wil continued to rant about how he was a young child who shouldn’t be here because it was 'too dangerous'.

'Wil' stopped for a moment, pouted, before saying, "But he’s cute, can we keep him?"

Ice cold dread blocked Tommy's lungs, if they took him..

..his roomates would never know where he went, his other three would be left unknowing and grieving his disappearance.

That would be terrible.

But it seemed Tommy didn’t have a say in the matter, as a blonde man said, "Wil you CAN keep him, but he has to stay alive for at least a year or I’m not letting you 'adopt' another."

Umm, should Tommy be scared? I mean, he knows he should be scared, he was gonna get kidnapped by literal murderers, but the blonde said 'alive for at least a year' and he said it like he didn’t expect it to happen.

Which was, frankly, terrifying.

Then, Wil came up to him and pinkette, and said, "Tech, give him to me."

To which, 'Tech' reluctantly let him be taken into the arms of Wil, who immediately pulled Tommy into something resembling a hug.

"Aww, aren’t you cute? You’re just a $|33py B@by, @r3n't Y0u.?" Wil said, and Tommy suddenly felt awfully tired, as fatigue weighed on his eyes, making his eye bags feel even more prominent.

Wil cooed at Tommy as his consciousness slipped from his grasp, despite the death grip he had on it, just a him from Wil made it slip through his fingers.

Talking of fingers, Wil's were currently threading through Tommy's hair, lulling him further into a faux sense of safety.

And Tommy knew Wil knew what he was doing, he could feel Wil's stalkerish smile, too wide on his face, on his head where Wil's face was pushed onto his mop of hair.

He could also feel the laser-like possessive eyes, watching every shift as if it told him everything about Tommy.

And, maybe it did. Thought Tommy would never know.

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Tommy hates what he did that night, looking back, but a twisted part of him said it was a good turn for him.

He has zero clue how Purpled, Tubbo and Ranboo acted at his disappearance.

It breaks his heart, truly.

Which is why he is where he is now, after around eight and a half months (he is guessing, he doesn’t really know..), he has finally escaped the house.

Maybe he hadn’t escaped them fully, but Tommy thinks it’s worth it, he is FINALLY out of that house.

He knows for half the time he was at their house, he was in his room, locked for the first half.

Tommy sighs as he knocks on the door he used to live at, there was a crash and Tubbo screaming "Sh*t, Purpled, it’s not going to be him, it’s been a ye–"

Tubbo was cut off then as Purpled opened the door, looking quite disheveled.

"Hi.." Tommy greeted nervously with a little wave.

Purpled crashes into him with a hug, a few tears ran down his face. Things had clearly went down after Tommy had disappeared, as before said disappearance Purpled never showed his emotions.

It had been a constant in Tommy's life.

"Where the f*ck have you been?!" Tubbo asked angrily from behind Purpled, "You just disappeared, for, like, a year!"

Tommy froze, had it really been a year.? It was definitely a sh*t one in Tommy's opinion.

"Bossman, are you sure I was gone for that long.?" Tommy chuckles nervously, hoping that Tubbo would count and then correct himself.

"Yeah.? Did you not just count how many times the days passed??" Purpled pulls back, letting Tommy in.

"Uh.. They didn’t let me outside.. or see the outside in general.?" Tommy plastered an awkward mix between a grimace and a smile onto his face as he situated himself onto the couch.

"Who is ‘They'?" Tubbo raises an eyebrow suspiciously at Tommy.

Tommy rubbed the back of his head, "Have you ever heard of 'The Craft Family'?"

Tubbo dropped the pen he had been twirling in his fingers.

"What?!" Purpled hissed.

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"So you’re telling me you got kidnapped by THE Craft Family yet manages to escape?!" Purpled paved on the carpet, and, yes, Tommy had already made a joke that he would wear the scruffy rug down so much that it would simply disappear into thin air.

Purpled's fingers met his head as he yanked nervously, stopping a moment after when Tommy had gently (yet firmly) pulled Purpled's hands onto his lap.

"Are we ignoring the fact that Ranboo should be home by now?" Tubbo spoke up worriedly.

Purpled froze, muttering a sequence underneath his breath that sounded like, "No, f*ck, sh*t, that’s not good, no, f*ck.!"

"What’s wrong Purpled?" Tommy asked innocently.

Purpled shifted a little as both of the two other's eyes bore into him, "Uh, you know how you ran from The Crafts and they probably know you are gone by now.?" A nod from Tommy's part, "Yeah, well.. its known that if someone messes with them, uhh..

..they kill someone the offender care about."

Tommy froze, ice cold FEAR ran through his blood, no no No NO NO!!

This- this couldn’t be happening- surely not? He couldn’t have- no,

Did his actions kill Ranboo.??

"Hey, Tommy, look at us, Hey, you’re okay, c'mon." Purpled squeezed his fingers and put an object in his hands (he was grounding him, wasn’t he?).

Tubbo then let out a gasp, which brung Tommy back to the world around him a little more.

"F*ck!" Purpled cried as a thump was heard in the same direction Tubbo was at.

"Hello, we are here to get back something of ours, if you could hand it over?" The voice was demanding, Tommy felt that he was supposed to be scared, it bought him back a little more to reality.

"It’s he, not it, not she, he.!" Purpled hissed out despite the fact he had white-knuckles from how tight his grip on Tommy was.

"Hand him over or DIE." A voice said, at the start it reminded him of singing, but it quickly distorted into something WRONG.

Tommy's breathing picked up as he became more grounded to earth.

"N- n-no." Purpled shook but refused to back down. "Well, that’s a shame mate, because you could’ve been a good ally, but no.."

Was that Dad? Tommy whined and performed grabby fingers in that direction.

Tommy could see a blurry image of his father standing in-front of him, he couldn’t make out featured in detail, but he could tell Dad's face softened.

"Aww, come 'ere." A brunette Tommy recognises cooed, but Tommy felt himself be pulled back as soon as his brother came closer.

He looked at who was holding him, and saw his other brother, Purpled, holding him, he snuggled closer to him upon realising how stiff he was.

When he got closer to Purpled, he became more loose, but his structure still felt frigid.

"T0m$, C0m3 H3R3!" A singing but distorted to sound corrupted voice rang through the air, but Tommy didn’t hear it, as Purpled covered his ears.

"F*ck you!" Purpled's muffled voice filtered through the hands.

Tommy whined, not liking the compact feeling of the hands blocking his hearing passages.

Then, in a flash, Wilbur, Tommy's other brother, was in front of him and spat, "Hand him over or-" a smirk came up, but it was sour, Tommy didn’t like it, Wilbur looked unstable, "Or Else."

"Or else what?" Purpled challenged, despite the dread Tommy could see in him.

Why was he upset?

"Face our wrath." Wilbur gripped Purpled’s chin in a similar fashion as he did to Tommy, but this time blood welled at Wilbur's nails as they dug in dangerously.

Purpled let out a choked noise that sounded distinctly like 'no' but Tommy could be wrong.

"Very well, then." Wilbur stood back and Purpled took in a deep breath, Tommy snuggled closer to his brother, trying to calm him down.

In a flash, red spilled everywhere.

It seemed like it sprang from Purpled but that couldn’t be right.?

Some spilled into Tommy’s mouth, it was liquid and coppery, and yet it tasted weirdly nice.

Wilbur smiled as he picked Tommy up, carrying him away from Purpled. Tommy let out a longing questioning wine, but Wilbur ignited it.

Tommy only just got Purpled back..

And now Tommy was here, back in (his brother) Wilbur's arms, covered in his favourite colour.

For some reason, dread filled his stomach despite the fact Tommy lives the colour Red. It felt wrong, it was sticky.

But Tommy liked red.

And Wilbur liked Red on Tommy.

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Tommy shook like a leaf as Wilbur smiled at the.. crime, he had just done.

Then, to Tommy’s horror, he picked up a glass and plunged it into the dead body, making Tommy have to look away.

Once the glass submerged again from the poor victim's stomach, it was full of red.

It was mostly liquid, but there was bits of solids in there.

Tommy hopes that wasn’t to drink. But, to Tommy's horror, Wilbur took the glass to him, stuck his hand into it, and..

.. he proceeded to touch Tommy (without his consent, mind you) with bloody fingers, every now and then putting his fingers back in as if it were paint and a paint brush.

As if Tommy was the canvas.

Then, Wilbur gripped his chin, firmly, and pushed his forehead up, making his mouth open.

Dread sat in Tommy’s stomach as he watched it.. go.. in.

Him.

Then, once Wilbur finished pouring the small section that had been left, he held Tommy's mouth shut, closed up his nose and tipped Tommy's head back, triggering the gag instinct.

And, when Tommy's body attempted to gag, it fell back and forced Tommy to swallow.

Tears fell down Tommy’s face, Wilbur brushing some out of the way with his thumb, but some got past the cheek, and mixed with the blood, making a sticky, salty pink liquid.

Wilbur collected a little and put it to Tommy's mouth, making him swallow again.

There was two tastes, one wrong, bitter but tangy, the other salty with a tang of something else.

Tommy didn’t know how to describe it.. but it was.. off.

Then, Wilbur went over to the body, plunged his hand directly into the large cut, making Tommy almost throw up, and coming out with a handful of blood tissue.

He smeared it into Tommy's hair as he stroked him like an evil villain with a cat in cartoons.

"Red Looks SO good." Wilbur said, "SO good on you. Don’t you like it, Toms?"

Tommy threw up.