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Song: Run Boy Run

Artist: WoodKid

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• CHAPTER ONE •

| Impulsive |


If there was one word Tommy would use to describe his decision it would be impulsive.

He was an impulsive kinda guy. He isn't going to deny it. It's what got him into this situation to begin with; because he couldn't keep his damn mouth shut for five minutes.

He had been exiled, robbed of his home all because Dream was being a massive bitch.

It wasn't Tommy's fault! Not completely! (Okay, so maybe Tommy might have accidently burnt down George's house, but was it exile worthy?) And then, Tubbo had pussied out the last second—

His chest hurt, ached at the knowledge of Tubbo selling their plan out.

The compass weighed heavy in his pocket; the glass cracked but still in working condition. Tommy couldn't say the same for Tubbo's. The enchantment that let the other know the opposite compass was still whole had...had faded. Tubbo's compass was broken.

Tommy didn't know if this was by Tubbo's hands or by accident, or by someone with malicious intent—but Tommy does know Tubbo never should have let it out of his fucking sight because allowing the compass, their only way to know the other was okay, to get broken—

Tommy scoffed to himself.

Not like it matters anymore, Tommy had left. He never planned on seeing them again because none of them had visited him while he was all alone, desperately craving company and comfort from people he had thought to be his friends and family...

But no, in the end, they just proved he wasn't really their friend, family.

None of them.

Not a damn single one of them had come.

The only company he had was Dream of all people and even then, he came and went. Tommy knew Dream had something up his sleeve. Trying to befriend him? Being kind to him?

Tommy couldn't fucking stand it because Dream was a hell of a manipulator and always had a plan. Tommy bets he was trying to win him over in an attempt to get him on his side.

So, as long as he never stepped foot inside the Dream SMP or L'Manburg ever again, Tommy could go anywhere he wanted. Could find new towns, meet new people and start a new life away from the bullshit that those places were.

And so, that was what led him to his current situation. So admittedly, he hadn't thought it out besides the initial decision to leave and thus, he had been ill-prepared; had rushed to get out of there before Dream could visit again. He only had an axe and pick, some food items to do him over and most of all, no sword or armour.

It had been all fine and dandy and then, night had begun to fall.

And with the night, came monsters. He really hadn't thought this through.

He ducked away from an arrow from a skeleton, darted past the zombie that was approaching him.

A creeper exploded and knocked him to the ground.

The skeleton shot an arrow into his shoulder.

Just fucking dandy.

As he cried out, squeezing his eyes closed at the pain of the arrow and the burns on the back of his legs from the explosion, Tommy very much expected this to be it.

The zombie grew closer, its groaned and moaned and the horrid wretched smell hit Tommy's nose.

Fuck this was it—after everything fucking thing he had been through. This was how he was going to lose his Third fucking Life? His final remaining change to live? Was he really going to...to die?

His heart pounded.

The Zombie screeched as it died.

...as it died?

Eyes snapping open, Tommy did so in time to see another arrow fly through the air and into the skull of another zombie. Was this another monster that hit the zombie by accident? Or...or was this someone? Someone that had heard the commotion and come to see what was happening?

Hope burst to life in his chest but as he pushed himself up, he was reminded of the pain as it rippled through him. He gasped, muscles quivering and quickly he goes limp. He hit the ground again, taking another blow to his chest at the weight. The air was forced from his lungs.

"Kid?" a woman's voice, Tommy realised as he sucked in a desperate breath.

He raised his head to see said woman and to his surprise, she bore horns that curled back and downward turned ears, skin a pale purple—an unnatural shade in fact, like a number of hybrid taking after their counterpart, what was she?—but what was most shocking was the large wings on her back and the long tail that was tipped with feathers. He had only ever met one other winged hybrid before.

"Holy shit," escaped without his consent.

The woman blinked, before letting out a pearl of laughter. Tommy felt his cheeks warm in embarrassment. He bit back the urge to say: 'shut the fuck up woman, don't laugh at me' because she had just helped him.

She lowered her crossbow and without saying another word began looking over his legs, then his shoulder with a frown, "I don't want to remove the arrow out in the open, not with all the mobs. If I get you to your feet, think you could walk?"

Tommy wanted to say 'of-fucking-course I can' but he wasn't sure, "I'll try," is his response.

"Take a deep breath," she murmured and pulled him up.

His vision whites out and he barely muffled his scream by burying his face into the woman's shoulder, "That's it, just take deep breaths."

Then with one arm around her shoulders, he limps beside her as she leads the way.

"My homes not too far away, sweetheart," she murmured gently.

"Thank fuck."

Another pearl of laughter escaped before she coughed to mute herself as to not attract any monsters' attention. For the first time in a long while, Tommy felt the genuine tug of his lip wanting to form a smile.

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Turns out the woman's home is up in the biggest fucking tree he had ever seen in his life. He knows flower biomes naturally have large trees but—come on, this should be impossible.

Also, the house wasn't built into the tree, not exactly anyway. No, it was being held up by the large thick tree branches. A treehouse. There was a platform that led to the tree, he noticed, so the inside of said tree must be somewhat hallowed. Since the actual house looked relatively small, large storage or a nether portal could be kept out of sight from unwanted visitors.

She took him to a somewhat hidden dark wood door that blended into the trunk and led him inside.

Lived in and cosy, are the first two thoughts he has when he sees the inside. Carpeted floor, the labelled chests and the brewing stands. The stairs lead down to a more Nether themed area, netherwart, more chests, a portal.

There was a platform lift. He eyed the rope and wheels—to move large items? Not everything fits in their inventories after all. It was a good idea, not one he had ever seen in use before.

He wonders if she's skilled with redstone.

Is there anyone else here? Did she live by herself?

He was led to a chair in the centre of the room by a dimly burning blue fire. It was far warmer than any other fire he had ever experienced. Tommy had never experimented with the soulsand, only knew you could make blue lanterns and torches with it. Even as this fire was nothing more than the remaining burning embers, it was just as warm as any normal fire at its peak.

Amazing.

She moved away and to the brewing stands, where a chest sat. She rummaged and glass bottles rattled but she let out an ah-ha! when she found whatever it was she had been rummaging for. A health potion by the pink colouration.

"I'll need to widen the wound to pull the arrow out, so the head doesn't accidently dislodge inside you," she explained, pulling up a stall beside his own. She had procured a first-aid kit from somewhere—her inventory?

He had never heard of widening a wound to remove arrows before—and Tommy had been shot plenty of times with arrows before. His most recent arrow scar, the one from Dream during their duel, gives a dull throb at the thought.

"First time I've heard of that," he tells her honestly. She blinked her purple eyes in surprise.

"Huh, I was taught when I was a child by someone I saw as a paternal figure. He would always fret that I and his youngest son at the time would get into lots of trouble and oh the mischief we got into," she giggled to herself and Tommy smirked, "He threatened to hog tie us on several occasions."

Tommy blinked.

(Philza sighed, "Tommy, Tubbo, if you two don't settle down, I'm going to hog tie you," then he added a quiet mutter of: "I thought I was done with the choas after I'd raised the last three.")

He shook off the memory; he had never understood what Phil had meant but guessed there was just another person besides Will and Techno he had raised that just wasn't there when he and Tubbo had been. Tommy hesitates a beat, that was just a weird coincidence...right? That both their parental figures threaten to hogtie them? Yeah, it was a total coincidence.

"I'm Y/N by the way," she introduced with a quirk of her lips, "Just realised we never shared names yet. Thought if I'm gonna pull this arrow out of you, might as well know your name."

"Tommy," he bobbed his head as he took the offered fabric from her hand and slipped it between his teeth as he mentally prepared himself. This was going to hurt like a bitch.

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The treehouse was just as cosy, if not more, than the inside of the tree. Y/N had another fireplace in the middle of the room, a large window of trap doors which didn't take Tommy long to realise Y/N likely used it for takeoffs and landings to save going into the tree.

"I have some old clothes in storage that you can use. They might be a little big however," her smile is small but genuine. Tommy had noticed Y/N wasn't overly expressive, but what she did show was full of emotion. That small curl of her lips, the crease of her eyes, the affectionate tone in her voice as she greeted her parrot companion—

Tommy wonders what his life would have been life had he met Y/N before now. Was she wise? Did she have a sense of reason? Would she have been able to talk others into lowering their weapons?

It was just so strange. He doesn't think he's met anything quite like Y/N before.

Is that a good thing?

Tommy hopes it's a good thing.

Y/N shows him to a spare bedroom and as she turned to leave, grasping the handle, she paused. It brings his attention back to her.

Another gentle curl of her lips that wasn't quite a smile, "You can stay here as long as you like. I won't pry your reasons from you but it is clear you are running from something, sweetheart. Just know my ears are open, okay?"

Then the door is closed and he listens to Y/N walk away.

Maybe...Maybe once he scoped Y/N out more, learnt her cues and personality, he would consider it. He doesn't want...to rush into anything, doesn't want to get hurt again.

But...maybe then, only then, he could take you up on that offer.

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