He is having a simple walk in the park. His wings are safely tucked away in their bindings.
His stupid instinct making him like nature and making him want to feel the soft breeze on his wings as he steps on the fall leafs.
"You're alone.
You're on your own.
So what? Have you gone blind?
Have you forgotten what you have and what is yours?
Glass half empty, glass half full.
Well either way, you won't be going thirsty.
Count your blessings not your flaws." He sings as he enjoys the breeze.
He lets his eyes wonder seeing some people staring at him.
What? It's common to sing in the park. Why are they staring at him?
"Your really good at singing Mr!" He hears a childish voice state.
He looks down to see a little Arctic fox hybrid kit. Their in a soft blue sweater and look at him with such childish wonder in their small eyes.
"Thank you!" He stutters, fluttered at being given a compliment.
He should have known by the color of his wings that he was some kind of song bird hybrid.
The child gives him a blank stare. It makes him quite skittish.
"Yogurt!" Someone calls.
The small kit turns around and runs to the noise. He assumes it is their guardian.
He makes the decision to leave so he doesn't have to bear being stared at any longer. He walks to one of the trails. Following it into the forest.
He walks a far distance away before he slowly starts to slow down to rest a bit. The trail is now covered in greens and roots as no one enters the forest.
He remembers from his time at the hero tower that this forest is thought to be where every vigilante root crosses, or that vigilante meet up in this woods.
That is the reason most heroes and villains don't go to the park. They don't want to deal with fighting or making enemies with a lot of well trained vigilantes.
Just for that reason most citizens don't enter the forest nor walk the trails into it. But in his case he isn't a normal citizen.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here? Did the great Tommy Wastaken decide to go somewhere he isn't supposed to be?" A sinisterly familiar voices says snapping him from his thoughts.
His body starts to shake hearing the voice.
"I sorry, I sorry. I sorry, please forgive me Dream!" He begs, tears streaming down his face as his knees buckle under his own weight as his body succumbs to the building panic.
He hears leaf's crunch under foot and he shrinks up trying to become smaller. He knows standing right behind him is Dream.
"Well Tommy, I can't just simply forgive you when you hide from me and snitch to Angle." Dream snarls while also having a sickly sweet voice that comes with the man's power.
The power is called manipulation. It allows the user to control someone if there able to take hold of something important to that someone. In his case it's the disks. Cat and Melony.
Tubbo and him used to listen to them on repeat while they talked. Of course there's flaws like someone under control will still have the ability to disobey a rule or order if far enough from the user and isn't thinking of the object that is taken usually by someone else making them think of other things.
Dream is most likely aware of that fact but most likely assume it was a member of the syndicate considering Angle.
"I'll heal any injuries you may have gotten in my absence." He try's to offer in order to lessen the abuse that he knows is coming.
Dream grabs his hair pulling him to his feet.
"No, I would prefer a man hunt." Dream laughs, watching the terror build up more on his face.
"No please, please! Anything else please!" He pleads as his hands shake.
A chill runs up is spine as adrenaline runs throw him like a bullet.
Dream let's him him go.
"10." Dream starts counting down.
He bolts away. Weaving through the trees. He doesn't run straight instead trying to get as far away and hard to catch as fast as possible.
"Blood for the blood god!" The voices beacon.
He bits his thumb hard enough to draw blood.
"Blood for the blood god." He repeats back.
He feels himself start to run faster and can hear a lot better. He rolls up his sleeve. He bites at his arm. Blood seeps into his mouth and it almost tastes. Good. Addictive even.
Why does it taste good? Isn't he a song bird? Doesn't that mean he should be vegan? Why would blood taste good? That would mean he would have to be a hybrid that eats raw meat.
Wait.
Cannibals.
Nope he ain't touching that topic with a ten foot pole.
"Blood for the blood god." He repeats.
This time the change isn't as noticeable but he feels stronger.
"If Tommy is some kind of cannibal I'm going to cry. It could just mean he likes the taste of blood in general not just human blood and even then it would give use more power. Imagine we give him more endurance. Kid would probably not be able to feel pain." The voices say scattered.
"The endurance thing would probably be the most helpful thing in this situation." He admits.
"Bite two more fingers and that's all. You already look like you tried to s/h but didn't have a knife you don't need more." The voices comment.
He huffs at the horrible reality but does as they say and bite only two more of his fingers.
"Blood for the blood god." He whispers hearing someone near closer.
"Why don't you use your wings? Because Dream would probably shot them and rip them out if Tommy used them." The voices explain to each other.
"Ohh Tommyyy!" Dream calls, stretching their words.
He makes sure his steps are more silent than a mouse as he runs. Though it doesn't help seeing as Dream knows where he is but A for effort.
He hears a arrow being shot.
Who the fuck uses a bow and arrow in this age when you could just use a gun? Dream apparently.
He jumps over the arrow that would have hit him in the ankle.
Was Dream trying to say he is like Achilles or is he over thinking it.
"Why are you letting Dream control you over some stupid disks that mean nothing anymore? Tubbo betrayed you and now the disks are causing you harm. You need to leave those disks in the past where they belong." One of the voices snap.
As the voice says that Dream catches up to him by tree hopping. Dream pounces at him and he dodges.
He couldn't do that before. The power boost is powerful.
Dream swings their sword at him which he dodges again.
"Have you been fighting Tommy? You know you aren't allowed to do that. There's a chance you could die and we wouldn't want that would we?" Dream scolds, hitting him in the arm with the sword.
Luckily it didn't go fully through or hit anything that would cause permanent damage other than scaring. It hurt like hell but for some reason it was tolerable. He didn't even flinch at it.
He grabs the sword keeping it in his arm.
"Ooo this is getting interesting! Someone grab the popcorn! Blood, blood, blood, blood! Blood for the blood god!" The voices chant.
He stares at the man with a permanent smile that's legacy is drenched in blood.
"Dream please. I'm sorry for disobeying your order, but at this point I could care less about the disks. They have cased me to much pain to continue holding on to." He states, feeling the strings of Dream's power start to snap.
By Dreams clenched fists he guesses that Dream can feel his power start to fade off of him as well.
Dream try's to push the sword farther down into his arm, but doesn't succeed since they need more momentum to slice through the bone.
Dream punches him across the face but he does not falter. Even as Dream continues to kick and punch him he doesn't crack.
He has truly and utterly snapped.
"Dream just leave and I will tell not the heroes or villains of this." He orders as if a general ordering a soldier.
"He has been hanging around Techno and Wilbur to much! He's starting to become stern and cold like Techno and a leader like Wilbur!" The voices cry.
He waits for Dream to answer. The man doesn't till they hear foot steps near.
"Fine!" Dream barks.
He let's go of the sword. Immediately Dream is off.
After the adrenaline rush and boosts end all the pain shots throw him bubbling under his skin. His knees buckle under him as he hits the ground with a thump.
He puts pressure on his largest open wound. He try's to scream but can't as tears run down his face as it hurts and swells from the beating.
He grabs a rock and bangs it on another since the human brain is great at recognizing unnatural patterns. The noise garners the attention of the person as the steps stop then start coming closer.
He's lucky Dream got cocky or else he wouldn't of been able to pull the stunt he just did.
What kind of hero only brings one weapon? Expressly if they are going to make it so easy to be token hold of.
He sees someone in a purple hoodie and a mask run over.
Oh it must be the vigilante Galaxy!
The vigilante kneels by him.
"How the hell did you get this beat up in a forest?" Galaxy questions, moving his hand to access the injury but seems to also notice the bite marks on his hand.
"What's it look like. I got attacked by someone." He hisses at the pain from the breeze on his injuries.
"Holy shit, who did you piss of?" Galaxy questions seeing how bad the stab wound is.
"Dream, but that isn't impressive." He answers, laughing at how Galaxy hangs their head in agreement.
"Manipulative bastard can't even follow the rule of stay out of our forest." Galaxy barks, picking him up.
"Hey, why the hell are you picking me up?" He yells at the vigilante.
"I'm bringing you somewhere to patch up your injury's. The dirt will make it infected." Galaxy explains.
"Feels weird hearing someone say their going to help me since usually I'm the one patching up others." He jokes.
"Are you some kind of doctor or something? The fuck would Dream get pissed off at a doctor?" Galaxy laughs.
"Nah, I'm a healer that used to work for the heroes before I got fired for setting 404's house on fire." He confesses.
"Doesn't Blaze do that on the daily?" Galaxy asks confused.
"That's what I said!" He yells.
Galaxy bursts out laughing at the remark.
"So what do you do now Mr.ex-healer?" Galaxy asks.
"I going to guess your talking about what I do with the whole hero-villain thing. The answer to that is, I'm a neutral party. I'll heal anyone that I find injured." He explains again.
"You have the morals of a vigilante my dear friend!" Galaxy hits.
"Yah, the problem with that is I never learned how to fight villains." He comments.
"Don't you healers learn vital points?" Galaxy adds.
"Yah but that's basic defense." He pouts.
"Bitch that ain't no basic!" Galaxy screams at him.
"Well when fighting someone that has a long range attack it's useless." He adds.
"You could start out with fighting petty thefts." Galaxy offers.
"Are you trying to convince me to become a vigilante?" He asks.
"Yes." Galaxy relies.
"I'll think about it." He gives.
They go into a comfortable silence as they leave the forest.
"Your Purpled aren't you." He confronts in a whisper.
"Hello Tommy." Purpled whisper back.
It isn't hard to find out Purpleds secret identities when they both went to the same orphanage and were basically attached to the hip.
Purpled was adopted by a mercenary named Punz and was trained to be one. Purpled would always meet up with him at night and have him heal any bad injuries they got in training while they talked about their day.
Purpled made a promise to him that no matter his identity's persona he would always try to convince him to join the side the persona's on and would tell him plainly if he asks.
They go into a building that doesn't really look special from the outside except for all the windows being covered. But the inside looks like something straight out of a cyberpunk movie.
RGB lights all around the room. A huge multi-monitor computer. Two lack luster hammocks. It was incredible.
"Hack and Mask co-own this floor." Purples says going to the next floor.
The next floor is covered in Christmas decorations.
A wrong'n must own this floor.
"Timedeo owns this floor. He thinks it's funny to have Christmas decorations year round. Purples explains, disgust in their voice. I don't live here but I have a copy of their house key so might as well use it."
"Heh, your going to use other peoples shit because they made the mistake of trusting you to soon." He laughs, remembering how Purpled stole one of his plushies when they firstly became friends.
Purpled sets him on Timedeo's bed and they go to the bathroom to grab medical supplies.
He takes his phone out looking at what has happened on social media. Ender has apparently started a fight with 404. There's also a article on Captain being part of the syndicate.
Thats old news. Why try to click bate that?
Purpled comes back with some disinfectant, gauze, and, a towel.
"Can you put the disinfectant back where you found it please, Purpled." He begs.
"Oh how I have been waiting to hear you pained screams." Purpled says, running over and grabs his arm.
"No Purpled please I beg of you." He begs trying to pull away from Purpleds hold.
"Your 18 don't be a pussy. I thought you were a Big man." Purpled twists his words against him.
Purpled opens the lid of the disinfectant dabbing it onto the towel. Purpled quickly starts to whip the towel on his wound.
He hisses in pain at the burning feeling.
"Oh come on don't be over dramatic. This can't hurt more than getting stabbed with a sword." Purpled complains.
"Well I'm used to being stabbed! I'm not used to disinfectant!" He screeches trying to pull away from the towel making Purpleds grip tighten.
Purpled takes the towel off putting it to the side.
"See wasn't that bad." Purpled huffs, grabbing the gauze.
"It was that bad!" He yells as Purpled raps his wound in gauze.
"You need to get some rest. It looks like you haven't slept in days." Purpled comments, cutting the extra gauze.
He goes to comment that he is fine but he ends up letting out a angry chirp.
"Did you just chirp at me?" Purpled asks bewildered.
"Surprise I'm avian, bitch." He spouts, puffing up his chest.
"Be. come. a. vi-ga-lan-t." Purpled says, clapping their hands to the syllables like their speaking to a child.
"I. will. think. a-bout. it." He spits back, doing the same clapping thing.
"But really man, get some sleep. You just had to fight of the number one hero. Purpled says, going to sit on the couch on the apposing wall. Come on, it won't be the first time they found me sleeping on Timedeo's couch."
"Yah, but it will be the first time they ever even see me." He comments, none the less going to the couch.
"It's fine, we're from the same orphanage so I get the pass to say we're siblings." Purpled says, leaning back in to the couch.
Seemingly about to fall asleep, but he knows that it will take a few hours before Purpled actually falls asleep.
He pulls his wings from their binder and raps one around Purpled.
"Told you I was a avian." He laughs before slipping out of conciseness.