Summary: Tubbo has a brilliant and chaotic idea! Tommy! Stop being a mother hen!

Tubbo decided he needs to make them pay in chaos, how to do it?

Catch and Release sounds perfect.

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Notes: (Sent to AO3) Debating on making a discord solely for the purpose of having you guys help with homework so i can write more chapters, been thinking about it XD.

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Tommy only feels pain.

It's everywhere, his arms, hands, legs, chest. Not a spot left un-aching, he groans from the floor, not wanting to move an inch.

He feels a light weight near his left side, leaning on his possibly broken ribs.

He slowly sits up, propping his elbows slowly. He sees a head of familiar brown hair and bee wings.

"Oh... Tubbo.." Leaning up more, he gently rakes his less bloodied hand through Tubbos hair, gently scratching around his horns, earning him a pleased hum. Tubbo starts waking up.

He hums words he doesn't understand, then, "Mommy?" That.. stupid nickname... normally he'd try to put up a little show, make the kid laugh for daring to use that nickname. But he's all out of energy, even with that rest.

He hums back. "Yea.. it's me Tubbo, I'm al–" he shouldn't lie, even if he can't understand him. "I'll be alright, just some need some rest"

He tries getting up, his limbs shaking and struggling to put force into his movements. Tubbo tries his best to help, he's strong, but small. But he's grateful anyways.

Together, they slowly move Tommy to the bed, slowly laying himself down on it. He goes to grab the water that's a bit aways from him, but Tubbo beats him, grabbing 2 packets and brings them to him. He learned that whatever species Tubbo is, they don't need a lot of water, so he doesn't drink a lot from Tommys stash. Which is useful information, he doesn't have to worry about water shortage.

Tommy grabs one of the smallest rags (Which happens to be the one the guards gagged Tubbo with) and dips it into one of the water bags, he tries to clean the dry blood on his face but his limbs ache, making it a struggle to clean himself.

Tubbo stops him and grabs the rag so he can clean Tommy. Slowly and gently, Tubbo starts washing away the blood caked on Tommy's face, humming softly every time Tommy winces in pain.

Tubbo would sometimes use his other hand to gently rub at Tommys knuckles, grounding him and easing him when he flinched from the rag. It also hurts slightly in the position he's in, Tubbo is small, even if he's sitting down. So he's leaned slightly down for Tubbo. Luckily he doesn't have to be bent for long, Tubbo cleans what he could from his face and proceeds with the rest of him. Poking sorrowfully at his torn clothing.

He hums at Tubbo, trying to ease his concern, "It's alright, when we get out, I can just get new ones. Some new alien clothes! Do you think they have any my size?" he smiles at him, leaning his head to gently bonk Tubbo on the head. Goats do that right?

Tubbo buzzes at him and gently, so gently, like he's scared he'll hurt Tommy more, he gently bonks his chest.

His face flushes, looking away, the scene being far too wholesome for his own eyes to handle, and his heart. Tubbo looks concerned at his pink face, bringing the rag closer, thinking it's more blood.

"I– nono, I'm– heh– I'm fine.. Pfft ok–okay stop it" Tubbo was pushing himself onto Tommy, trying to see why his face is red, is he injured? Was bonking him too much?

Tommy manages to convince Tubbo that no, he's not injured from the bonk and to continue cleaning the blood. Tubbo continues but glances at Tommy's face, glaring at him suspiciously. It makes him giggle almost.

Soon, his skin clears, and the rag's redder than it first was. His injuries are now easily seen.

He has a still bleeding cut on his left arm, nearly on his shoulders. Bruises nearly everywhere, cuts and scrapes littering his body. The only parts of him that don't seem cut are his legs, but even then, his legs are aching and tired.

The rest of the cuts seem to have clotted now, he has no hope of disinfecting them, only with the water he has left.

He's so tired, while Tubbo was cleaning his cuts he would nod off, jerking his head when he felt it fall to the side. He didn't sleep, couldn't sleep, they wouldn't let him. Apparently those aliens... they don't sleep as often as him or Tubbo do. Adding the fact that they kept testing on him? He wasn't given a break.

He feels Tubbo gently tugging his arm, looking worried. "Wha's 'rong?" his words slur and he lets out a small yawn. Tubbo glares at him before tossing the rag near the remaining water bags and gently pushes Tommy down on the bed.

Tommy protests weakly before admitting defeat and letting Tubbo cover him with the clean rags. Feeling weird being tucked in by a child much smaller than him. Though he can't think much on it, the second Tubbo rubs his hair he's out like a light.

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Tubbo still gets surprised at how lenient Tommy is with him. Pushing him down (albeit gently) on the bed? Most species would take that as lack of control, or authority, they'd never let another alien, much less a child try to take reigns.

Either Tommy is incredibly weak at the moment, or he doesn't mind. Letting Tubbo to take care of him.

Heh, the roles are reversed now bitch!

He is glad though, whatever happened to Tommy exhausted him greatly. He could barely stay awake, he patted his head and he was out! With some rest, Tommy should be good when he wakes up, not cured, but hopefully better. He really scared Tubbo back there. What the hell were they doing to him for him to come back all fucked up?

Dreamons were one of the more.. Looked down upon species, not out of spite or hatred or jealousy, no no. They were looked down upon for their lack of emotional care for other species. They want to learn everything.

Knowledge is everything to them, and they must know it, must have it. They've been known for capturing species who were unfortunate enough to cross paths with them.

They struck luck when this ship was not a scientist ship, they were illegal animal smugglers. Though they would sometimes take other sentient species if they are able.

But because Tommy is a human they couldn't resist to try and experiment on him, to test on him. Though he's proven to be difficult for them to handle. They still took delight in their attempts, he knows they do. And it's disgusting.

His thoughts are interrupted by Tommy mumbling in his sleep looking in pain. He quickly hops over Tommy to the other side of the bed and attempts to hold him. It's the thought that counts right?

It works, Tommy leans into his hold. Tubbo is only able to hold his head really, but it's something!

He does his best to ease Tommy back into restful sleep, he thinks he was able to prevent a nightmare. Do humans dream? What would they dream about? Probably about home in Tommy's case.

He hopes Tommy has good dreams.

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Time passes. Tubbo would fall asleep then wake up minutes later, keeping watch over Tommy. He knows it's close to feeding Tommy, the guards keep to their schedules. So if he were to doze off like Tommy he'd be caught and seen.

Besides, he's more than happy to stay awake. Humans are funny when they sleep. They move way more than the norm is for species in their sleep.

Slowly rubbing his head, he thinks over multiple plans for escape.

One way he could get out is through the slot that the guards use to slip in food. He'd be seen however if he got close to it. But if he stuck low to the ground, they shouldn't be able to see him, they think Tommy killed Tubbo.

So that would mean they would have no reason to look down. If he plays his cards right, he should be able to sneak something in the slot so it stops the flap from closing completely right as it shuts.

He could have Tommy act as a distraction, keeping the guards attention on him, maybe scaring him into hurrying up, rash and careless actions would make it easier for Tubbo to act.

He actually thinks it's a solid plan, after all, the slot is big enough for Tubbo to escape. One of the rare times he's actually thankful for his small size. And Tommy is perfect distraction wise.

His only main concern really is to not be spotted, he needs to find a way to get Tommy and Ranboo out.

Actually... if he can find the control panel for the cells... then cut the powers...

Slowly a plan was forming together.

He looks up at the hanging flowers, spores falling from them every minute or so. He's never been happier than to have been forced to learn about plants during his schooling years.

If he first warms up the rooms then... he should be able to...

He smirks. (or... the equivalent of a smirk for his species) He is going to cause so much fucking chaos and he's going to thrive in the commotion.

But first, trying to inform Tommy of his mastermind plan. ...And hope he actually lets Tubbo do it, knowing how Tommy seems to dislike having Tubbo leaving his sights for long periods of time, (which doesn't make sense, this is a fucking cell. Where the hell is he going to go?) this will be hard to convince him about.

But Tubbo is a stubborn little shit, he'll get through to Tommy and bust them all out of here.

So he starts nudging Tommy, accidentally jostling his injuries and making Tommy whine in pain.

"Sorry sorry, big man, I need you up, I got a plan" Tommy peeks one eye open, stares Tubbo down, then shuts it again, burrowing into the sorry excuse of blankets.

"Mommy, wake the fuck up" That earns him a hiss, he moved back from an attempted swipe to his head. Tommy sits up and glares at Tubbo, barking something at him as he rubs his arms. They still seem to ache for him.

Slowly, Tommy swings his leg to the side of the bed and stares down at Tubbo, looking grumpy from his sleep being rudely interrupted. Plus everything hurts for him, so he can see why Tommy is upset.

Now to do the part he's been dreading.

How the hell is he going to explain his plan to Tommy?

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What the fuck is Tubbo doing?

"So let me get this straight... You want.. To crawl out the food slot by sticking something to stop it, have me keep the guards attention... then what?"

That's all he got honestly. He was able to understand that Tubbo is indeed small enough to fit in the food slot, and that he wants Tommy to scare or distract the guard. But any further attempts at communicating to Tommy what the rest of the plan is is lost.

While it's a great plan for Tubbo to escape and possibly let Tommy out too, he really doesn't want Tubbo to be out on his own. He knows what those tall fuckers can do to the kid. They think he's dead, which gives him more cover.

But the thought that they could grab him and do god knows what to him? They wanted him dead when they tossed him in Tommy's cell. They won't hesitate to kill him themselves. And that scares Tommy.

He can't DO anything once Tubbo leaves the cell. He can't protect him, defend him, his best bet is to use his small size to his advantage. But even then, his hooved feet make noise if he's not careful.

Tommy hates that this is their best bet, that he won't know if Tubbo makes it or if he gets caught before it's way too late.

Tubbo detects this and sits next to Tommy, hugging his arm in an attempt to console him.

Tommy took this as an okay sign to lift Tubbo up, move him to his chest and just– hugged him close, seeking comfort from the only person he has bonded with since being stuck in space.

"You'll be careful right? Safe?" He asks, mumbling into his hair. Tubbo looks up at him, squinting his eyes at Tommy before humming one word.

"S–sage... sssss–afe" Tubbo seemed more built for humming sounds honestly. But his attempt was appreciated. Tommy nods at the words. "Safe, yea. You better be safe, or so help me I WILL break out of here and attack every alien on this ship" and that was a promise.

They both look up, hearing a quiet pair footsteps. Looks like the guard is right on time.

They both look at each other, determined to put this plan to work.

Tubbo quickly grabs one of the covers and goes to the same corner that Tommy first hid him in, making sure that he's in a crawl position near the slot. With him, he holds one of the empty water containers, Tommy thinks it's a type of alien version of plastic.

The guard looks new, his legs shaking. Huh, this'll be easier than he thought. He starts this by roaring at the guard, just making loud noises really. He throws in a couple of curse words to add some flavor.

The guard nearly drops his food, he'd complain, but he could care less if it's dropped and has some floor in it at the moment.

The guard quickly opens the slot and right as he slides the food in he charges at the guard, ramming into the window and banging it a few times for good measure.

The guard fucking freaks and books it, the plate of food halfway in the slot. The slot automatically attempts to close but with the food in the way it's stopped. Guess they didn't need the plastic water bag.

Tubbo stands up, dusting himself off, then goes to the slot. Tommy grabs him before he could touch it. He brings Tubbo close and right as Tubbo buzzes angrily, he hugs him close. Wishing him all the luck in the galaxy that he can pull this off.

"You better be careful..." His grip tightens slightly at the thought of those guards putting their filthy claws on Tubbo. "cause if you're not, I will Kill every single forsaken guard on this ship" He practically growls out. He's not a killer, not by heart. But it didn't feel like a lie when he said it.

Tubbos wings droop. he felt him shiver slightly. Maybe his tone was too much, but it felt like the truth. He doesn't take it back.

He lets him go and Tommy watches as Tubbo carefully puts his hand under the slot, lifts it up and slips past the food. He's out of the cell. Tubbo goes right, he seems to already have a sense of direction on where to go.

He can only hope that Tubbo stays safe and knows what he's doing.