CW: Swearing, headaches

(O!Tommy's PoV)

Tubbo floated above me while T-posing.

I pouted at this.

"Tubbo! Stop flexing your ability to fly!" I whined.

"Nope!" Tubbo flipped me off while sticking his tongue out at me.

"F*ck you!" I flipped him off as well.

Tubbo floated down slowly and gave me a smug smile.

I rolled my eyes at him. He can be such a child sometimes.

"You're the child here," Tubbo said, as if he was reading my thoughts.

"I'M NOT A CHILD!" I yelled at him.

"Tommy I have known you for a long time, I know what you were thinking and you are a child. Literally everyone knows," Tubbo explained.

"I'M NOT A CHILD!" I yelled back at him, Tubbo wheezing.

"Why are you screaming?" Fundy popped his head from the hole that he was previously in.

"AAAAAAAAH!" I jumped in surprise.

"What did I just say?" Fundy rubbed on his ears, grumbling.

"Sorry Furry, I mean Fundy," I apologized.

"Hey I'm not a furry! I'm just a fox," He cried.

"Keep saying that to yourself," Tubbo muttered.

"Mine now!" Fundy grabbed one of Tubbo's flowers that he was holding and ran off.

"HEY! Get back here!" Tubbo chased after him.

I rolled my eyes again.

They can act like children, I thought.

"You're the child here," Someone said, while bopping my head.

"Ow! Wilbur!" I whined as the phantom appeared under the shade of a nearby tree, smiling.

"Oh Tommy Tommy Tommy," he shook his head, "When will you accept that you are a child."

"I'm not a child! I'm a big man! My wings will grow big soon like Phil's and I'll prove it to you all," I explained.

Wilbur threw his head back and laughed.

"Yeah, when Technoblade can fly," he laughed.

"Hmmph! Hey where is the Blade anyway?" I asked.

"Somewhere," Wilbur made a shooing motion with his hand, directing it towards whatever direction his twin went.

"Off doing the Blade things. Gotcha," I said.

"Hey want to see something cool that Scott found the other day?" Wilbur suddenly asked.

I perked up at this.

"Really? Where?" I asked.

"It's in a cave somewhere. So pack up your vegetables," Wilbur explained.

I grumbled something about being vegetarian under my breath.

"Sorry what was that?" Wilbur asked.

I groaned.

"I already have a full pack of apples plus some bread on me," I lied. Well sort of. I actually did have apples and bread on me.

"Good, let's go!" Wilbur phase through the ground.

I marched to where he was and began to dig down carefully.

(D!Tommy's PoV)

"F*ck you!" I snapped.

Wilbur folded his arms.

"Tommy, I already told you. We need to blow up Las Nevadas. It's...in the way let's just say," he explained.

"No! I already told you no! I don't want to blow it up. Not anymore." I said.

"But why? You were so excited when I suggested this to you?" Wilbur asked.

"Well I changed my mind. I want to help people this time, not hurt them," I explained.

"Really? Is that why you're opening up a crappy therapy room?" Wilbur asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It's not crappy," I snapped.

"Whatever. I'll find another one to help me with this," Wilbur said.

I growled at this and stomped away.

F*ck him f*ck him f*ck him f*ck him! Those were my thoughts as I approached my unfinished therapy table.

I slammed my arms onto it. A prick of pain shot through them but I didn't care.

I was already used to pain anyway.

"Whatcha doing?" Tubbo walked up to me.

"Nothing," I muttered.

He looked concerned. He has known me for a while so I guess he can pick up when I'm feeling upset.

He didn't push though.

"Hey want to prank Fundy?" He suggested. He was trying to cheer me up though.

I shook my head though.

"Thanks but no thanks. I'm going to take a nap now," I said.

"Oh...ok," Tubbo said.

I went to my house where Shroud was waiting for me in his glass cage.

I slipped in some steak and he gratefully took it.

I slipped into bed and fell asleep.

(Time skip)

I woke up to the smell of pine and oak.

I don't remember those trees being near my house. My house is mainly made out of dirt because people keep grieving it.

I sat up and looked around.

This isn't my house! Where are my chests? Where's Shroud? I thought in a panic.

I saw that there was a window near the bed and I peeked out of it.

Am I in a treehouse?!

"Oi Tommy! Are you good? Phil told me to get you this medicine," a voice from below said, sounding like they were getting closer.

Their voice sounded familiar. So familiar.

My legs began to shake.

A head poked out of the floor.

"Ah Tommy, you're up already!" He said cheerfully.

"I...I..." I couldn't speak. I was felt weak now.

"Are you ok? Hey what happened to your wings?" He asked.

I couldn't take it anymore.

I broke down sobbing.

"I'm sorry Ghostbur."

(O!Tommy's PoV: what happened earlier)

"Here's what Scott found," Wilbur dug up some cobblestone to reveal a mysterious end portal.

It looked old and broken.

I looked at him, raising an eyebrow.

"This doesn't look even remotely interesting," I stated.

"You dumba*s child! How will there be an end portal here if we're not in a stronghold," Wilbur bopped my head.

"Ow!" I whined.

"Scott told me about this and I was wondering your input?" Wilbur asked.

"I say that it's very uninteresting and you wasted my time. I could have been doing something else," I said.

"You were just arguing with Tubbo, you weren't doing anything important," Wilbur pointed out.

"Well I could have!" I snapped.

I looked at one of the eyes of ender. It looked cracked.

I took it and studied it.

"Whoa! Don't touch that, it could be dangerous," Wilbur said.

"Pfft don't worry about it. It's completely fine," I said.

I toss the eye up and down as Wilbur silently freaked out.

"Ok that's enough. Give it here!" He lunged at me but I slowly glided out of his way.

"No!" I ran.

"GET BACK HERE YOU GREMLIN CHILD!" Wilbur yelled.

I ran and I ran.

However, there was a sudden pound in my head and I was slowing down. A prick of pain shot through my head.

I dropped the eye and held onto my head.

"Gotcha! Wait...are you ok?" Wilbur finally caught up to me.

"No. My head hurts," I whined.

Wilbur sighed and began to dig up for me.

"I'll go see Phil. You go on and rest," he said.

"Thanks Wilby. I mean Wilbur," I said.

Wilbur smiled at this.

I went up the ladder to my treehouse and went to bed, the pounding fading away.

When I woke up however, I wasn't in my bed.

There were two chests piled up and a glass cage that held a large, black spider.

Where am I? I wondered.