He is strolling through the alleyways that reside in the syndicate territory. It's peaceful since most criminals are scared to be killed by the syndicate if they pull any crimes in this part of L'manburg. It's nice to just walk around without worry.
Plus it helps with the headaches and pains he has been getting since the tube incident a few days back. Not very loud since it isn't a popular place in L'manburg and it's relatively clean.
He snaps out of his little trance seeing a abnormally large feather fall from the sky. Angle must of just flew by. Thank goodness he wasn't paying attention to this alleyway.
He decides to lessen his chances of having a encounter with the syndicate by going to the park on the very edge of the syndicate territory. Yes, it is in the syndicate territory.
A park owned by a anarchist organization that wants to destroy the hero organization and the government. That has to be purposeful because it bodges out which is the funniest part. He maneuvers through the alleyways with a pep in his step at the funny thought.
"I am creation, both haunted and holy…" He sings in a mumble, have heard the song on a Spotify playlist.
He honestly doesn't remember ever liking singing but here he is now singing for fun with no one around to try to impress. He won't complain though. It's a nice way to pass time.
"Tommy? I didn't think I would see you here." Someone says, from behind him.
He whips around grabbing his butterfly knife just to see his tall ass Ender man friend also known as Ranboo or Ender.
"Big R, It's been a long time! How are your injuries healing up?" He asks, looking at the man's mask instead of eyes out of respect.
"Good. What are you doing in syndicate territory?" The Ender hybrid asks back.
Nothing much just got bored and wanted to take a walk without getting mugged." He answers with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Well me and my husband are planning on going on a shopping spree with some friends if your still free later. If you want of course! I'm not forcing you to!" The Ender hybrid back tracks.
"That would be nice!" He blurts.
"Ok well we're meeting at Floral mall at four pm." Ranboo says, fiddling with their sleeve.
"Gatcha big man!" He proclaims, nodding his head.
"See you there." Ranboo utters, waving goodbye to do whatever the anti-hero does.
Ranboo teleports away.
He continues his way to the park.
He sits on a bench. Tubbo and his bench. No, there's no Tubbo and him anymore. It's only him on the bench. Tubbo isn't late. Tubbo isn't coming.
He pushes the thoughts out of his mind. There's no reason to cry over sitting on a bench.
He gets up and goes to the garden to take his mind off of Tubbo. The flowers are all ways beautiful. Even when he was a kid. Even when it is fall.
He grabs his butterfly knife out of his pocket. He grabs the stem of a beautiful lighthouse rose. He cuts the stem off carefully to not cause permanent damage to the rest of the planet. He cuts the thorns of the flower that now rests in between his fingers.
He holds the beautiful rose to the sun. A smile on his face that glows like the sun.
"It really does look like a lighthouses light when held to the sun." He says, trolling the rose with his fingers.
He gets up putting the rose in his hair.
"The flowers are lovely aren't they?" A fond voices says.
He looks around seeing a woman with brown hair that was covered in roses.
"Yah, they really are." He says, a small smile resting on his face.
"Seems like you took one for yourself." The rose women comments, pointing to the lighthouse rose in his hair.
"I made sure to not damage the plant to badly." He mutters, putting a hand on the rose loosely put into his hair.
"If you like it then use the seeds of the flower to make your own rose bush." The rose woman advises.
"Thank you. I assume you tend to this garden by how you talk as if it isn't someone else's?" He asks.
"I indeed tend and own the garden." The rose woman answers.
"It's amazing how you make the garden look like it's spring even when it's fall." He complements, looking at the garden.
"That is thanks to my power. It lets me enhance growth of plant." The rose woman tells.
"Well I'd say it's one of the best gardens in L'manburg!" He says, whole heartedly believing the statement.
"You flatter me. The rose woman laughs. It was nice meeting you."
The rose woman bows then walks away.
He walks back to the bench. This time not thinking of Tubbo. He sits down setting a timer on his phone for ten minutes before the time he was told to come so he can get there on time.
He relaxes into the bench. Closing his eyes.
"Hello Theseus, it's been so long since I've seen you last." Something says to his half asleep form.
Vine like thing rap around his legs keeping any hope getting up out of reach. The voice sounds familiar. Maybe it's a dream or the rose woman came back.
No, it doesn't sound like the rose woman and the voice has a ancientness to it.
He desperately try's to open his eye, but they don't even flinch.
He feel vines rap around his throat and torso. He try's to scream out in pain as the vine like things tire through his skin.
"Hush now Theseus. This is for your greater good." The thing coos.
He unwillingly falls out of conciseness in the grasp of the being.
"T3$€@$£, darling. Why do you want to go to the mortal realm when you have everything you could ever need here?"
"If I'm going to be a god of war I want to know how it feels to live amongst them!"
"Why do that now! You are a god older then the stars! Why do that now?"
"Because now there are so many other gods that make the humans and creatures different! They aren't the same as when Prime firstly made them!"
"What if you forget who you are!"
"Then when I get back I will know the whole human experience!"
"What if you get harmed or the humans find out about your immortality?"
"You forget that I am the third eldest god and I am darkness it's self and I have the power of all my kin and all of the gods that fall under my guidance. They shall not see golden blood only mortal blood.
He won't remember this when he wakes up.
He awakens to his phone buzzing. His whole body is in agony. He opens his eyes to the bench he sits on covered in red flowers. He doesn't know their names though. They are connected to each other by a big red vine that incases the bench.
He tests his luck and try's to get up just for red hot pain to slither up his back ripping at his shoulders. He already regrets his decision. Another shot of pain shots from his back as if his shoulder blades are trying to escape their prison of muscle, flesh, and blood.
The pain dies down in only a few seconds. Leaving him shackling with the tears racing down his checks.
He tests his luck again and thankfully gets the blessing to get up without another burst of pain. He whips the tears he has shed and makes his way to the mall Ranboo said they would meet up at. He try's not to think of what has happened on the bench. Though some thoughts slip through.
Who or what was that person that was speaking to him while he was half asleep?
Why did it squeeze him that hard?
How was that for his better good?
Could that be connected to the pain he just felt?
He arrives at the mall a minute before the set time.
He looks around trying to find his half and half ender hybrid friend.
"Tommy! How you doing?" He hears from behind him.
He spins around reaching for his knife again off of instinct. He relaxes a bit seeing it is just Ranboo. He shouldn't be surprised. He came here because Ranboo asked him to.
"Hey Ranboob nice see'n yah." He says opting to look at the man's neck again out of respect.
"That's not my name." Ranboo mumbles.
His eyes flicker off Ranboo to a man by the Ender hybrid.
The man has blond hair unlike his own, with lapis colored eyes. The man is wearing a green and white bucket hat. The man has a emerald earring that he thinks he has seen both Techno and Wilbur wearing.
"Hello mate." The lapis eyed man says.
"Hi big man!" He reply's.
"Ranboo you find the other person you invited yet?" Someone yells.
"Yah they found them. The lapis eyed man yells back. Well don't want to keep everyone else waiting any longer now do we?"
They walk into the mall going to a group of people. When he sees a familiar face he wishes the weird vines from earlier strangled him.
Standing right there speaking to someone is Tubbo. The worse part his their heading straight to the small goat hybrid. His breath hitches in his throat for a second and he hopes no one notices it. They don't or at least they don't question him for it. His mind rushes for a way out of the situation but to his horror Tubbo sees him.
"Tommy!" Tubbo gasps, looking him dead in the eyes, or at least he thinks the small goat hybrid is. He can't tell with the hair covering their eyes.
He gives a wavering smile to the boy.
"Sorry, do I know you?" He says, praying that Tubbo believes the lie.
That prayer goes unanswered.
"Don't try to pull the stranger card Tommyinnit!" Tubbo roars, using his first and last name to seal the deal.
"Y'all two know each other!" Ranboo exclaims, looking between them.
We used to be best friends." He hiss, looking away from Tubbo to hide the pain on his face at having to admit out loud they aren't friends anymore.
He does a great job at hiding the pain from his face and voice but everyone seems to inquire that he is pained by the sentence.
"I'm just going to guess this is a matter better not explained at a mall." A familiar voices speaks up.It makes him relax the slightest bit.
Techno is here to save him from this social nightmare. Wilbur most likely as well.
"Yah, don't want to be getting into government matters while at a mall." He jokes, trying to make humor of his situation.
"I really am sorry Tommy." Tubbo grumbles.
It'll probably take a while before I can forgive you." He admits, walking to the rest of the group.
"Wasn't expecting you to. After all you had to deal with it and I doubt anyone that has known that thing on a personal level wouldn't have a hole mental maze to get through before being considered trusted." Tubbo admits, shaking at remembering the first time ever seeing what it has done, weather it be letters sent from no where to people found dead with their body modulated beyond recognition.
"It isn't that bad. I mean it did some good things. The only times it has ever done bad was when that one person did the very bad thing." He trailed off not wanting to open the Pandora's box of worry that would come with saying the bad thing that the one person did that caused it to be so mad.
"This store looks cool!" A big totem dude say, going into a store with the group following.
Techno gives him a concerned and questioning look, but he brushes it off. He follows after Tubbo automatically as he used to follow the goat hybrid when they wanted to go shopping or go to festivals. The other people follow.
"Never knew that you and Tubbo knew each other." Techno says, monotonous voices.
"Please, it would be better if you just forgot that information." He insists almost pleading.
He looks at the stuff in the store he they have entered. It is some kind of jewelry store.
"Hopefully Dadza can help with the baby bird brain and the wing situation." The voices say and that confuses him.
The guck y'all mean baby bird brain?
"You'll know soon." The voices say ominously.
Isn't that ominous.
He turns to Techno hating the uncomfortable silence.
"What you and Wilbur been up to?" He asks.
Nothing really, but I bet Wilbur can remember something interesting we've done this week that I forgot." Techno says, looking over to Wilbur obviously hoping for the man to say something.
Our dad had a clingy hybrid instinct and Techno had to deal with it." Wilbur says, a sly smirk on their face.
"You don't have to remind me." Techno almost pouts, defeat in his voice.
"Heh, losers." He says, putting his fingers up in a L shape, putting it over his head.
He turns around looking at all the jewelry.
Some of this stuff looks like it could cost more than his whole net worth. Okay that's not a lot but still! That's a lot of money for something you won't even remember to wear after you get it. The jewelry is really pretty though so he can see why it's so pricey, but some people don't see that beauty of the jewelry.
The striped hat guy seem to see the beauty though as the man looks at the jewelry with care.
"Who's y'all's friends here?" The striped hat guy asks Techno and Wilbur.
"Well guess I have to introduce you two because I know Techno won't. Dad this is my friend Tommy and Tommy this is Techno and my dad Phil." Wilbur introduces, looking at the two.
"Nice to meet you Tommy I've heard a lot about you." Phil says with a friendly smile.
"Nice to meet you to?" He mutters not knowing if he should be formal or not.
He luckily gets out of the situation by someone picking him up and running off with him. The person decides it's to much of a drag to carry him so the drop him on the floor and start to drag him.
The only reason is he sawn the the masked face of Drista. His best friend and legal aunt.
"Where you taking me dear aunt?" He asks the masked woman.
"Somewhere." Is Drista's only response.
He just lets Drista do her thing since he trusts her. Her power to see words above peoples heads that can result in big problems for them or other in the range of twenty-four hours and will disappear if she says or someone else says what is going to happen also helps with that.
Of course the draw back is that it isn't really specific some times. Like for example it could say tiger and mean they get beat to death by someone in a tiger costume or a tiger hybrid imprints on them.
"Tommy is there a chance something that corresponds with hybrid could happen to you?" Drista asks in a whisper.
Oh that's why Drista kidnapped him.
"Uh I've been talking to some hybrids but I doubt they would do anything like harm or kill me." He says looking at Drista hopefully.
"That could be getting close but it isn't it." Drista says with a cat like smirk.
It takes him a few seconds to realize the under lying meaning in that sentence.
"I did heal a piglin hybrid that though I was a kid and seemed to like my company." He confess and Drista stands there for a few seconds.
"Well that's lovely but not it since the words are yet to disappear." Drista says taking him behind the stairs so they can talk more freely.
Drista pulls out her phone and texts someone. After a few minutes Drista gasps.
"Tommy this might sound crazy but you could be a hybrid that hadn't got hybrid traits because of not being in a safe environment. Drista gasps holding his shoulders. The words just disappeared."
"Holy shit." He mutters out.
"I have limited knowledge on the subject but I would guess it is going to hurt like a bitch growing inhuman traits and having to deal with instinct you never had before." Drista admits.
"Fuck, I should get somewhere out of public eye if I going to start randomly growing hybrid traits huh?" He laughs running to leave the store.
"Oooooo hybrid ark. The voices squeak. He should sacrifice all the blood he's going to loss to us."
He runs a bit faster hearing that it's going to be blood. He slips through the door thankfully not encountering anyone from the little group. He runs as fast as he can.
He feels a sting of pain in his back.
"You should probably stop in this alleyway before you bleed out on the street." The voices comment.
He trusts the voices words and goes into the ally sliding down the walls.
"I would say you should take off your jacket. Wouldn't want it to be completely soaked in blood! The voices chirp out, not being reassuring at all.
Even so he still does as they say and takes off his jacket seeing as they have more knowledge about this matter than he does.
"Why are y'all so happy that I'm literally about to suffer having my body morph into a hybrid being?" He deadpans.
"Because it's interttainting to watch." The voices say like it's the simplest thing in the world.
"Well good for y'all. He sighed. Can y'all talk about something other than my impending doom."
"No it's fun to see you get more and more worried every passing second."
"Oh shut y'all fucking cunts." He says, throwing his hands up to cover his ears.
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He starts to get a weird feeling like something is moving underneath the skin of his back an that the thing kind of feels soft.
3
His vision starts to swirl in a sickly way that makes him nauseous.
2
His hands fall to his sides as his body falls limp.
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His mind starts to feel like jello as things he has never felt before enter his mind.
0
He feels somethings blunt push at the skin of his back squirming to thry to leave its skin prison. The skin of his back rips open as the blunt objects snap the few pieces of skin that stuck on.
Blood covers the new limbs. Blood runs down his back from where the two big holes lay in his skin. Blood stains his shirt.
The new limbs unfold falling at his sides. Kisses of pain shot trough his body as the deadly harmony of ripped muscles moving and dirty air brushing against his fresh wound nab at his nerves making a symphony from hell.
Salty tears run down his face dripping on the ground beneath him as his body trembling from the cursed symphony of pain. Black dots swirling in his vision leave him blind to the world around him.
Yet he can't help but laugh. He laughs because he knows in a sick way he doesn't mind that pain that engulfs his body making him feel flicks of fire like the candles of a church. It's a pain that scoops him up pulling him away from his thoughts. Keeping him from the touch of reality.
He moves the limbs spikes of pain digging into his muscles. From the feeling of softness and the passioning he guesses his new limbs are wings.
So he's a avian. That's nice.
"Don't forget about the fact your a lone bird meaning there's nothing stopping Angle from trying to make you imprint on him or for him to imprint on you." The voices helpfully add.
"That wouldn't be so bad. It sounds fun to have a flock." He mumbles in a haze of blood loss.
"Never thought I would have to say this be we're going to have to give the kid some of our blood stash." The voices complain.
He suddenly starts to rapidly gain blood and leave his blood loss haze.
"Holy shit." He mutters.
"Anyways, don't forget about the fact your a lone bird meaning there's nothing stopping Angle from imprinting on you and trying to make you do the same to him." The voices repeat.
"Then he will just not have to know I'm avian." He responds.
"And how you going to do that big guy?" The voices mock.
"A binder and a shit ton of perfume!" He chimes.
"Lets just hope you don't start to long for a flock then." The voices mock his new found instincts.
"Fuck off, if I imprint on anyone it would most likely be Techno or Ghostbur. He spits, slowly getting up hissing in pain. Fuck, fuck, fuck, ffffuuuucccckkkk!"
He grabs his jacket folding his bloody wings so he can at least loosely cover the wound.
"Blood for the blood god." He mutters, feeling a lot more able to deal with the pain afterward.
He straightens to a semi normal posture. He stumbles a few times before getting balance with the new weight.
He walks out of the ally booking it to the tube line.