ART By: NachosForFree on Youtube

TWS:
SWEARING
CHILD NEGLECT MENTIONS
CHILD ABANDONMENT MENTIONS
CHILD ABUSE MENTIONS

CWS:
Dissociation episode(s?)

Racconinnit pog
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^+Tommy+^

He was doing his daily routine, looking through some random houses trash. Grabbing food. Feeding him and his pals, and repeat the next day. He had already torn up two of the houses trash bags. "Ugh.. Dammit! Nothing here either" he was frustrated after tearing up another. Behind him were quiet chittering noises. "Hold on Ill find something" He turned around letting his furry friends know to be patient. "AHA!" He finally found it. A box of some thrown out left overs. To any normal person, this box would seem like such a little thing but to him, it was a big thing. He needed this to survive.

He was going to go through the other bags but heard a loud thud noise causing him to scatter. A group of 2-3 raccoons followed behind him. On his way out of the houses area he cut his tail on a sharp object that was sticking out a tree, but he'll just worry about that later.

//_Wilbur_\\

He woke up to the sound of something rustling through his families trash bin. "What the fuck?" He silently questioned to himself when seeing a seemingly 14 - 17 year old raccon boy digging through his trash. As he was looking out his window he accidentally knocked down his guitar, ouch rest in peace his toes. It caused a loud thud noise which not only scared him but also the boy he was watching. He muttered a train of curses under his breath when he picked up the surprisingly undamaged guitar off his left foot.

As he looked at the clock he decided to go downstairs and start his day. He opened his room door and walked to his brothers room. The room was located to the left of his own. The door has a pig sticker on it, a semi large sign stating "Technos Room" in gold and pink. The winged teen knocked on the door once before inviting himself him cause screw permission thats his sibling and he doesn't give a shit about boundaries. (Dw techno said he doesnt mind wilbur- boundaries are pog)

He grabbed his brothers shoulders and shook the long haired piglin brute awake. The pinkette grumbled and sat up. "Good morning Techno-blade" the brunette smiled and clapped his hands together as if he was praying. Worship and prayer I guess. "M'ornin Wilb" Techno was still half asleep so whatever he said was probably going to be slurred for the next few minutes.

Techno shoved Wilbur out of his room so he can get dressed for the day. Wilbur decided to go eat cereal and leave his dad alone. The old man can get up on his own time. Techno came downstairs dressed in black techwear pants. He had a chain clipped onto the left side of his pants. He also wore a cream colored long sleeved shirt with a short sleeved black croptop over it, it had a light pink, almost white crown in the middle. His hair was let down like it always was. (Reasons youll understand later.)

Wilbur on the other hand didn't feel like dressing. He is currently wearing a fucking beanie (WHO TF WEARS THOSE TO SLEEP) along with black sweatpants a baby blue jumper that is most likely two sizes too large.

The morning was not that loud. Just the sounds of cereal being crunched and the f•r•i•e•n•d•s theme being played from the
tv/telly screen. You cant blame them for watching that show, its a classic. Too bad Philzas voice had to interrupt the show. Phil made a small chirp noise before speaking "Good morning boys." He was coming from his room who was next to the stairs and kitchen. "Morning Dadza!/Phil." The boys looked to their left to see their dad heading to the kitchen which is behind them. They turned back to their show and kept eating.

Phil like the fucking psychopath he is poured himself some coffee mixed with a bit of wine cause god damn those two drinks are the only things keeping him stable with these kids. (\hj) He sat down at the dining table and drank his morning coffee wine mix of some sort. Wilbur came into the kitchen and started washing his and techos bowls/spoons. It was his turn after all. (FINALLY BACK ON THE RIGHT POV)

After doing the dishes he made his way to his own room. He changed into a different jumper, one that was yellow and still slightly bigger then he was. He then swapped his black beanie for a maroon brown one. His cream colored wings slipped right through the special holes made in them. He fluttered his wings slightly to make sure it was comfortable. He then finally left his room and went downstairs. "DADZA IM GOING OUT FOR A WALK" god poor technos ears, he was still sitting on the couch. "Kay mate! Be home before 10!" And with that the brown haired boy was off.

Did you think he forgot about the raccoon boy? Nope, infact he didnt go on a normal walk to the park or something. Nope. He went into the forest behind his house to investigate.

After a while of walking he stumbled into a clearing in the middle of the forest. It was a plains biome full of colorful flowers. Roses/Poppys, Tulips, Alliums, Sunflowers. If you could name the flower it was there. (No wither roses tho) In the middle of the clearing there was a medium sized den. Outside there were a few wrappers and cans. As he walked towards it he noticed a blood path leading there. It looks like one of the residents are injured.

He made it to the front of the hobbit hole. He sat down and spoke. "Hello?" He spoke up only to be responded with by a bunch of chittering. Some shuffling could be heard before the boy from earlier walked out on all fours. He seemed to be wearing a hospital gown, a very old one. "What do you wan?" The boy had a slightly raspy voice. Probably doesn't talk much.

He noticed how thin the boy looked. "Wait, stay here" he got up and turned back towards his home. He could hear the boy mutter under his breath. "Where else am I supposed to go-"
He ran into his house.

"Phiiilll hurry up." "Be patient techno." The old man was pouring some chips into a bowl. The two were going to watch a movie that Wilbur recommended to them...were. Wilbur burst into the house stealing the chips. "THANKS DAD-" the door was them slammed shut.

"What the fuck-?" The crows laughed from the window. He flicked at one of their heads, (LIGHTLY, DADZA DOESNT STAN HURTING HIS CROWS) little shits.

The tall music man ran back to the den to see the boy tickling one of the three raccoons he was living with. He put the bowl in front of the boy. The boy tilted his head like a curious puppy. "For me?" "Yeah! For you." "Really!?" The boy seemed to become really excited. His tail wagged as he began to munch on the chips. His little crew joined him and they all ate.

Once they were finished Wilbur decided he's keeping the child. Screw anyone who says no. "Wanna come back with me to my house. You can have somewhere comfortable to stay?" The dark haired blonde began to think. "....mm sure why not." The boy tried to stand like the way Wilbur stood but constantly fell. This caused Wilbur to smile. "Here let me help you bud." He held out a hand for the boy to hold. He looked at the older confused before cautiously grabbing it.

Wilbur pulled the younger onto his feet and helped him walk back to his home. He ignored the trail of raccoons just walking behind the two. Once they arrived Wilbur knocked on the door. "Hulloo. Wilbur? Why is there a child next to you?" "Well you see dear brother of mine, this child, I had stolen it from some garden. Its mine now." Techno stared at him with pure confusion before just letting him. He didn't even bother to question why the child wore a hospital gown or why there was three raccoons following them inside. He knew better then that.

"Hi mate." The bird man had a crow on his shoulder while another one hopped around on his hat. They cawed a bunch of random shit. One of those being "Raccoon boy pog" What a weird murder he had. (Murder: the name of a flock of crows). He looked to see a boy around the age of 14 holding Wilburs hand. "Whos the boy?" "Oh! Hes-" Wilbur looked down at the teen. "Whats your name?" "Tom.. Tommmy?" The boy obviously struggled with speaking english. They'll work on that eventually.

"Why did you kidnap a kid Will?" "*dramatic gasp* kidnap!? I would never. I cant believe you would say that Dadza!" His act was only met with a glare translated to "Mhmmm.." "Alright finee. I stole him after finding out he has no home." "Oh okay. Have fun I guess"

"YES! Cmon Toms!-" the taller dragged the smaller into his upstairs room. The raccoons following. "Oh im Wilbur by the way!" "Oh. Ok. What...are you doin?" "Im looking for some of my old clothes you could wear. That way you can change out of that dirty old hospital gown." "Oh.." "aha! Here we go, go into that bathroom and take a shower, change into these later." He pointed at the bathroom connected to his room and then shoved some clothes into the boys arms.

^+Tommy POV+^

It took the boy a bit to figure out how the shower worked. The first time turning one of the knobs he got jumpscared by the water suddenly rushing out the head. The second time he burned his tail. Eventually he got the hang of it and started to clean off years worth of dirt.

When exiting the shower he wore the oversized red jumper and the beige shorts. He also had a necklace that he wore before even meeting Wilbur. It contained a picture of his older sister and her bakery. He misses [REDACTED] a ton. "You look wonderful!" The brunette pat the empty space of his bed for the boy to sit. He began to brush his now strawberry blond hair. Apparently Tommy didn't have a dark blonde head of hair. It was just really muddy.

The older brushed the boys hair before moving onto his tail. Gently brushing the very tangled fur. Tommy enjoyed this. It was such a nice feeling having his hair and tail brushed. (I think Wilbur is one of those people who manage to brush even the most tangled of hair without tugging and/or hurting the person) He let out a quiet purr that the older internally awed at.

Yeah this boy isn't going anywhere

Its been a year since they first met Tommy. The family grew to love him very quickly. The rascal acted like a raccoon in almost every way. When he first started to warm up to them Techno thought it would be funny to give Tommy some cotton candy. The boy went to wash the thing before he could eat it and watched as it dissolved into nothing. He was confused for a while. Techno had a good laugh that day.

Tommy had his own room where his three pals would usually stay at. In the corner there was a play area for the trash pandas. Tommy had grown very attached to the family. It grew very apparent that Tommy has separation anxiety which caused him to be very clingy. The family would call it cute. Tommy would just deny it.

While being there he met a goat boy named Tubbo. The boy lived with his Ren/parental figure whos name is Eret. (Ren is the non binary term for parent. Like Mom. Dad. Ren.) The two were practically inseparable. You couldn't keep them away from each other for too long.

Tommy also loved to play with Technos hair. It was so long and silky. He couldn't resist it. Techno didn't mind, he says it feels nice. Wilbur just calls him a big softie. Techno would often be seen in a braid instead of letting his hair down normally. Tommy was always proud of his work when seeing the braid.

The boy never spoke of his past. No one ever pushed him. It seemed pretty bad. Any mention of his parents would freak him out. He refused to call Phil dad, it was fine for Phil but his reasoning is what worried them. The boy explained that Dad isn't a nice thing to call Phil. Phil was kind and caring. "Dad" wasn't.

Sometimes he would have these.. episodes. It was as if he was dead. He would just blankly stare at whatever was there. Hid family members would often have to remind him who he was. That he was real. They could only imagine what this poor jumpy boy had went through

Eventually he had to tell them. The boy knew that the time to do so was now. He told his family to all come into the living room to talk. They sat on the sofa and watched as the boy anxiously pet his raccoon friend that laid in his lap. The raccoon insisted it was for emotional support. Tommy knew it was partly that but mainly cause the raccoon wanted pets. Sly fuckers.

Ima just take a break here. I lost track of time. Its 5:23 AM lol. I wanna get up at 10:30 AM

Future Ash here, I ended up waking at 12:20. Dammit

"Well I guess I should start off with my family.." the boy continued to pet the trash panda in his lap. "My parents were.. pretty much sh!t. I hated them. Still do.. if I ever made the slightest mistake I was yelled at and occasionally hit. They also rarely cared for me. Sometimes they forgot my name. Most of the time it was just my age though. (Haha not me self projecting) Eventually they grew bored of me and.."

Tommy wall full of anxiety as he shook. He didn't want to specify things that had happened to him. He didn't want to bring back the trauma from all those years ago. His brother seemed to notice his internal panic. "Hey hey. Its okay. Take your time. We wont judge." He gulped "y-yeah. So well uhm.." the raccoon pawed at his hand in attempt to relieve some of the worries. "when I was like.. 10? Yeah. I think. They dropped me off into the forest. More specifically a raccoon den. I guess they hoped I would get mauled by them. I dont think they remembered im a raccoon tho.."

He was then pulled into a hug by his family. He felt a soft hand scratch behind his ears. He leaned into the hug more and let out a soft snd small purr. He loved it here

He hopes things will last forever.

And they will.

HA YOU THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO PULL THAT BS AGAIN. Im not in the mood to make something that was meant to be pure fluff more angsty then it is lmfaooo.

ALSO HOW DID I WRITE SO MUCH??-

shit wait

2604 words

The end was hella lazy Ik

anyone have requests while I finish the part 2?

Finished: 2:00

Published: 2:04

HYDRATE YOU LITTLE SHITS.

Im looking specifically at the Bi folk today. Iced coffee isn't water