That morning. . .

Tommy wasn’t able to go back to sleep after the weird dream, laying awake as he stared at the ceiling above him. He tried to piece the dream together, figure out what was even happening during the scene. It was dark, but the voices sounded familiar. How come he couldn’t put the pieces together? Tommy looked up when his door squeaked open, revealing a very concerned Technoblade. He almost forget that Techno and Phil had stayed the night, seeing it was already dawn by the time they finished planning.

“Mornin’.” Technoblade spoke, a frown present on his face as he took in Tommy’s appearance. “Did you sleep?” Tommy fought with himself, wondering if he should be truthful or not. 
   
“Yeah, I slept okay.” He smiled after his words. “Why are you guys still here? I thought you guys would be gone by now.” Technoblade shrugged, crossing his arms as he looked at Tommy. 
   
“Dad insisted on making breakfast before we left…. And I wanted to check on your stitches anyways.” Tommy stiffly nodded, shoving the covers off of himself as he got out of bed. “Are you sure you slept? You look terrible.” Tommy rolled his eyes, a playful smile on his face, it was the closest thing Technoblade had seen to the old Tommy since exile. 
   
“Yes Techno, I’m fine.” He grabbed the cardigan that was hanging off of his desk chair, slipping it on before following the older brother out into the cold hallways. Technoblade looked unsure still- skeptical would be a better word to describe his facial expression actually. Tommy ignored it though, determined to forget the weird dream he had. Instead he decided to try and have a civil conversation with the other. “What did Phil make for breakfast?” 
   
“Eggs and toast I think- he said it was the only thing he could find that was breakfast related here.” Tommy nodded, already getting hungry by the thought of a cooked meal. He never ate too much, used to going days at a time without food. But it had been at least a day since he ate. “You know you can call him dad too, right? He’s still your dad.” The pinkette spoke quietly, and Tommy only frowned. 
   
“He’s not much of a dad- just like you aren’t much of a brother.” His eyes grew cloudy as he spoke. “You guys were always gone, remember? And then you guys finally just disappeared. Wilbur was torn up after that… I think that's when he truly started losing it.” Tommy started to speak slower, seeing to be in his own world. “Yet, even during his own grief he was still there for me when I needed it.” Tommy looked over towards Techno, seeing the other was staring ahead with a neutral look on his face. “If anyone deserves the title ‘dad’ for me, it would be Wilbur.” Well so much for casual conversation. 
   
“He cares about you, y’know.” Tommy couldn’t help the fiery anger that filled his soul at the piglin hybrid's words. A pained chuckle left his throat. 

“He has a funny way of showing it.” After this neither dared to speak, letting the silence of the halls carry them to the main room. The closer the two got to the main room, the stronger the smell of food was. Tommy heard his stomach growl at the idea of eating, eyes sparkling as he walked into the room. Philza was there, already sitting on the ground with his own plate eating. Two sat on the ground near him, waiting to be claimed. The blond looked up, wings fluffing up as he smiled. A ping of jealousy shot through Tommy. 

“Well good to see your up! I thought you’d sleep in.” Tommy weakly smiled at the other, grabbing up a plate and sitting down. “You ought to put a dining table in here- y’know since your living here and all!” Phil said, taking another bite out of his half-eaten toast after his words. 

“I have a feeling I won't be using Pogtopia as a base forever, no need to renovate the place. Plus, I like the nostalgic feel it gives me.” Tommy answered, already poking at his food. Philza said nothing to his answer, eyes gravitating towards Technoblade who was eating his food as if he wasn’t listening to the other two. The avian looked over with a smile, his eyes burning with questions he knew he couldn’t answer. 

“I see.” Tommy finally started eating his breakfast, chewing the egg he had shoved into his mouth. Unbearable silence filled the room. 

“Dream hasn’t been around for a while.” Technoblade finally spoke, yet the warrior stared at his food as he ate. “He came and stopped at my house a while ago, but after that nothing. He hadn’t even been seen by the L’manburg’s.” Tommy had to fight himself from smiling, knowing exactly why the admin hasn’t shown his face.

Instead the teen shoved some toast into his mouth eagerly chewing. “It’s a little worrying, seeing as that weirdo always shows up when chaos starts.” The piglin shrugged. “Would’ve thought he’d show up when Tubbo announced the Butcher Army.” Tommy looked up at that, brow raised at the mans words. 

“The what?” Techno huffed, a smirk showing on his face. Even Philza looked amused. 

“The Butcher Army is a group Tubbo put together to try and kill Technoblade.” Philza answered. “They haven’t done much though, they probably don’t even plan to actually kill him.” 

“Well you never know, they might try.” Tommy says, looking towards Techno who only rolls his eyes. 

“They’d have to have a death wish to try and kill me, Tommy.” Tommy shrugged, looking back down at his plate. 

“People are unpredictable, you never know what they're planning- let alone what they’ll do.” This made Techno quiet, Philza himself looking at Tommy with curious eyes. 

“You act like you know this from experience.” Philza says. The avian paused, looking up towards the blond with darkened eyes. 

“Because I do, Philza.” Silence. 

“I see.” Tommy keeps eating, and when he is done he sets the plate down. 

“Well, I’m going to look at Tommy’s stitches and then I’ll be heading out.” Technoblade says, setting his own empty plate down. Philza nods, his wings shifting as he gets up off the floor. 

“I’ll make my way back home then, make sure to keep in touch.” With that the avian gathers his belongings and makes his way to the exit of the ravine. Techno looks at Tommy after this, gesturing for him to sit down. The teen reluctantly did so, watching as the other grabbed his medical supplies from his bag. The piglin hybrid sat behind Tommy after this, setting the supplies down next to him. 

“Well, time to check the stitches.” Techno says, and Tommy removes his cardigan and shirt after his statement. He slouched forwards as he balled his cardigan in his hands, blue eyes fixed on the ground. "The stitches need to be changed, but it’s healing up nice.” The older brother explains, opening his medical bag as he spoke.

Tommy didn’t speak as Technoblade started cutting the stitches, taking the old stitching work out and laying it on the other side of the two. He was stuck in his mind, thinking about the weird dream again. He couldn’t get his mind off of it. He snapped out of it when he felt a pinch of pain, wincing slightly as Techno redid the stitches. Tommy paused, a thought coming across his mind before he spoke. 

“Have you had weird dreams before, Techno?” Techno had stilled from working for a seconds before continuing. 

“I mean, I had a dream that you, Phil, and Wilbur all had potatoes for heads once. I’d call that a weird dream.” Tommy had a expression of pure confusion and wonder on his face, as if he was trying to figure out why Technoblade would ever have a dream like that. He quickly stopped though, letting out a sigh. 

“Well yes, that is a weird dream…” Tommy paused. “I had a weird dream last night… and I can’t stop thinking about it.” 

“Oh? What was it?” The avian thought for a moment before trying to explain the dream. 

“It was dark… and I couldn’t move. It was like I was glued to one spot, forced to stay in one spot. I couldn’t even talk, it was like my mouth was ceiled shut or something- and when I did try and talk it was like the words would get stuck in my throat.” The stitching slowed. “I… people were talking too… They were saying something about waking up… it… I don’t know. It was just so weird. I felt trapped, scared… I-” Technoblade placed a hand on Tommy’s shoulder, making the teen flinch before relaxing. 

“It’s ok Tommy. It was nothing but a bad dream… there’s no point in trying to dissect something your brain came up with.” Tommy bit his bottom lip, wanting to say that he knew it was more than just some dream- that it did mean something (even if he didn’t know what it was) but he was worried that Technoblade might think he was going crazy. So, he jerkily nodded, his blue eyes looking back towards the ground as Technoblade finished. Maybe Techno was right… maybe it was just a bad dream… Maybe…