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Tommy yawned, rubbing his eyes and glancing at the clock. 11:34pm. It was dark, the bakery was empty, minus himself and the owner, Tubbo, who he’d known since Middle School.

Speaking of—he turned and called into the back, “Hey, Tubs, we should close up.” There was a hum, “Why?” “Cause it’s thirty till tomorrow, you have an essay due by midnight, a husband and kid to get back to, and I have bandages that need to be changed.” There was a bit of what sounded like things falling, Tubbo audibly stumbling while giving a quietish “Oh shit”, and Tommy’s friend appeared from the back area. “God, yeah, it’s late. Mind helping me?”

Tubbo, his legal husband Ranboo, and Tommy himself were all eighteen. Tommy just barely, but his friends had been that way long enough to get custody of a family friend’s child and get married. The bakery was a “gift” from Tubbo’s Dads, one wanting him to be out of his hair and the other trying to make sure Tubbo didn’t end up like either of them. The other employee, Niki, was on a week vacation with her girlfriend, who had a pretty big name in the Hero Industry, Captain Puffy.

Yeah, Hero Industry. Everyone has some kind of power. Tubbo’s a raccoon thing, Ranboo’s under the Enderian classification, their son Michael falls under the Nether sub-classification Piglin, Niki’s a mer, etc.

Tommy was a shapeshifter. He only had a few forms so far, ie. Raccoon, which he got from Tubbo, Enderian(enderman specifically), which he got from Ranboo, winged fireborn, which he got from a vigilante friend, and spider, which he picked up from the kid he occasionally babysits. He kept out of them usually, he never needed to use them.

That wasn’t the only reason, though, the biggest reason of the few being his body sucked. His bones broke easily, joints dislocated often, he’d be paralyzed in a random body part out of nowhere occasionally, his balance wasn’t the best, he got bruises and cuts easily, and he had a big iron deficiency. This is mostly summarization, but yeah, his body sucked.

That’s why Tubbo immediately hired him as the main baker. Easy, risk-less work for him that he enjoyed. They made good money without having to always be rushing, and Tommy could relax and do his medical routines.

Walking into the bathroom, he washes his hands thoroughly before taking his contacts case out of his cardigan pocket, taking his contacts out and putting on the round, thin framed glasses that were hung on his shirt. He’d need to go to the eye doctor soon, it’d been over a year and he’s definitely not able to see 100% anymore.

Doing the usual nighttime routine, Tommy left the bakery and made the chilly walk to the bus stop as the bus pulled up. At this point, he knew the driver, and knew her route by heart. He waved to the very poggers Hannah, who smiled at him as he scanned his bus pass.

Sitting down, he tugged the tri-folded bandana out of his hair. It was a faded bright green, it matched the red one Tubbo had. It was kind of a tradition at this point. The two of them bought them in Highschool, and then they got Ranboo a purple one, Michael got yellow, Niki got Pink, and Puffy got rainbow(the raccoon tails she had in her hair were rainbow, very noticeable against the half and half white and brown hair she had). Tommy smiled at the recountance.

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Shuffling into out of the apartment elevator, he was immediately greeted by a five year old spider boy running down the hallway, his dad-who looked suspiciously like Tubbo’s dad but claimed he had no idea who he was-following him.

“Tommy!” The boy giggled, hugging the older’s legs. Tommy sighed, a smile on his face as he pat the boys head. “Hey Shroud, Jay. Shouldn’t you both be in bed?” “He refused to sleep until he got to tell you goodnight.” It had been a week since they’d spoken, so there was understanding.

After chatting with them and promising a shopping trip that Saturday, they’d separated, Shroud giving Tommy the fluffy moth plush for the night.

With that, Tommy started his routine. Meds, bandage changes, quick shower-it was midnight, mans gotta sleep-and leftover subway sandwich for dinner, before collapsing into bed, texting his friends goodnight.

Sleep. Sleep was good.

—

“What the fuck.”

Tommy had started the morning at the bakery by himself-thursdays were always dead until 3-4-which wasn’t an issue, but then, around noon, injured villains came through the back door.

Not just any villains. The Crow Father, also known as the Angel Of Death, Siren Willow, the Blade, leaning on Queen Bee, and Ender. Queen Bee and Ender, who had their faces showing. Tubbo and Ranboo. The whole lot of them were injured, The Blade the most, very clearly bleeding from his side.

Tommy wasn’t focused on that, though.

Where the fuck was Michael? They were usually with him, or maybe they’d been lying. They’re villains. Bloody villains! Where was their kid?! Did they leave him home alone?!

“To—“ “Shut up.” Ranboo shuffled nervously, and Tubbo shrank against the injured piglin. “Where the hell is Michael? Did you both leave him at fucking home?! Jesus, you two are villains?! With a child in your care?!” His voice was raising. “He’s with Q—“ “Tubbo, you did not leave him in that bastard’s house with him in it, tell me you didn’t. Jesus fuck,” he saw the guilty look on his friend’s faces, “have neither of you learned?!”

Tommy stopped, took a breath, tried to calm his shaking, “Okay. One of you is gonna go grab him while I deal with the rest of your… Group. Okay?” There was quiet mumbling, before the husbands switched places, Ranboo ushering the other three into the medical area they’d had set up for Tommy, Tubbo hung his head. “I’ll change and go grab him.”

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Tommy angrily but gently treated The Blade’s open wounds, not saying a word to anyone.

“Uhm, guys, this is—“ Ranboo started, but Tommy cut him off, “Theseus Innit. Don’t call me anything else. Not until I talk to my idiots.” Ranboo makes a small, quiet offended noise. “You left him at Tubs’ Dads house.” Ranboo hung his head in silent defeat.

After finishing The Blade’s dressings and checking on the other two, Tommy pulled Ranboo aside, taking the taller’s hands in his own. “Boo, I need you to understand why I’m upset.” “I do, I’m sorry… the whole thing today was sprung on us and we were already there visiting Quackity…” Tommy sighed, “I understand, but you should’ve called me. We could always close up for the day, I could’ve watched him. I don’t ask questions, you guys know this… Promise me we’ll have a sit down talk about this when Tubs gets back? This is serious..”

“You… You’re not mad about the whole…” “Ran, I’m friends with PVP, one of the biggest vigilantes right now. Yeah, it would’ve been nice to know cause I could be a good alibi, but I don’t give two shits as long as you two don’t get yourselves killed.”

They hugged, and Ranboo sat the other three, who’d been glancing over and talking quietly amongst themselves, down. “So, you all have clearly heard a lot about Tommy, it was inevitable for you all to meet.” He motioned for the three to take off their masks. The Crow Father immediately removed his hat/veil and face mask, Siren hesitantly removed the “blindfold”, and The Blade merely narrowed his eyes at Ranboo. “No.” “I’m not gonna say shit to the authorities, big man. I treat the Dream Team after they fuck up a mission or patrol, besides, heros are fucked up. Minus Puffy, of course.” “Puffy?” Siren tilted his head—the man has very neat brown eyes—“Niki’s girlfriend. Love her, she’s also Dream’s Mum.” Tommy giggled, Ranboo nodded, “They know Niki.” Siren nodded, The Blade humming, slowly taking off the pig skull mask. His eyes were red, strikingly so.

“Toms, this is Philza,” he pointed to the Crow Father, “This is Wilbur,” he pointed to the Siren Willow, “And that’s Technoblade.” He pointed at the Blade. The enderian turned to the three, “And, obviously, this is our brother, Theseus.” Brother, huh? Tommy smiled, “Call me Tommy. Sorry about my introduction earlier, was pissed at my idiots.”

“No worries, mate. It’s nice to meet you, Tommy, thanks for treating Techno.” The Crow-Phil, Tommy corrected himself, smiled, and Technoblade gave him a low grunt. “No problem, I gotta deal with my own injuries all the time, stab wounds are easy.” He received worried looks from all three, “My body sucks, can barely exist without getting hurt. Bruise easy, bones break often—haven’t broken one in a month, though!” He gave Ranboo finger guns, the taller snickered, “but yeah, I’ve got a wound on my leg I’ve gotta constantly rewrap and keep pressure on, otherwise it opens and bleeds again.”

“Ah..” Phil clearly was still worried, and Tommy sighed. “I don’t do anything deliberately, and I’m on meds for it, don’t worry Boss man.”

The front door opened, “Hey, I’m back…” a high pitched snort followed, catching Techno’s attention. Tommy and Ranboo both got up and rushed to the front, Tommy taking Michael and Ranboo whispering to Tubbo. They’d have a sit down talk later, for now, though, Tommy was content knowing Michael and his dumbass brothers were safe.

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Tommy wrestled his hair into a hair tie as best he could being barely awake. It was gonna be an off-balance day, Tommy knew it. His hair was getting so long, past his shoulders at this point, he really needed to get a hair cut… his phone vibrated with a reminder, right, he needed to call his friends. It’d been a late night but Friday mornings are busy, they’d need all hands on deck with Niki gone.

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Tubbo woke to his phone ringing. Able sisters blared from his phone, and p r i m e it was loud. He nearly fell out of bed trying to answer it. “Morning, Big T.” His brother’s voice rang through, “Mm… Morning Toms…” “It’s nearly seven, you’ve gotta get up.”

Tubbo pushed his husband out of bed, effectively waking the enderian, before shuffling out of bed himself. “Yeah, yeah… I’ll wake the others…” “You let the SBI stay over?”

There was a bit of small talk while Tubbo woke the supervillains on his couch and floor. “What do you think about a movie night tomorrow?” “Can’t, promised Shroud we’d have a day.” “So bring him over, his dad’s that religious old man that sells fragrances, isn’t he?”

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Wilbur decided he was gonna visit his the bakery. They made good food, he knew the owners, and he really didn’t have anything else to do.

“Bench Bakery” was a two story building, with the husbands living in the second floor with their son. Apparently the name came from the two of them and their brother’s highschool name. “Bench Trio”.

Opening the door, Wilbur smiled, the bakery always smelled like freshly baked anything. Tubbo looked up from the register and smiled. “Wil! Hey, boss man. What’re ya having?”

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Wil ended up ordering a couple pastries, and Tubbo sat with him while Ranboo came down with their son. Tommy was in the back.

“Yeah, he was real upset at us…” “We did leave him with the shittiest hero ever, so it’s understandable.” Ranboo sighs, “We were already there…” “Yeah, we’ll do better to communicate mission to you both, sorry..” Wil realized this was probably partially his fault, he was supposed to tell them the week earlier about that mission, and he didn’t. “Your brother seems to have a good head on his shoulders, surprised you never told him.” “Stress can worsen his condition, didn’t want him to worry,” Tubbo sighed, “he is right, though, Boo. It would’ve been a good idea to tell him.”

“What’s up with him, anyway?” Wilbur was genuinely curious, as was his brother and dad, but they didn’t need to know that. “His injuries and shit?” Tubbo asked, tilting his head. “We dunno. His body sucks, but he wouldn’t tell us the name of his—“

There was the sound of things falling in the back area, a loud “oH—“ and crashing. Tubbo and Ranboo both nearly snapped their necks turning around, and a few seconds passed before Tommy spoke again. “Hey, Big Man? I broke another pan… And probably all of my toes…”

Panicked, Tubbo shot out of his chair into the kitchen, Ranboo quietly telling Michael, who’d taken his coloring to the other side of the seating area, to stay where he was before following their husband. Wilbur hesitantly followed.

In the kitchen, Tommy was on the floor, a broken brownie pan around him, brownie batter on himself, as well as his own blood. He looked frustrated but defeated. Tubbo was next to him, fussing over him, trying to get him over to the medical area.

Tommy looked up and Wilbur. “…Man, I was just about to put it in the oven. They were gonna be some bomb ass brownies.” He huffed, and Wilbur blinked before letting out a breathy chuckle. Ranboo moved down and picked Tommy up around his middle, effectively getting him to move.

After the boy had been patched and he changed clothes, he was shooed out to go grab himself lunch. Wilbur followed him, “Hey, Tommy!” The boy turned, smiling. “Ay, Wilbur, innit?” The man nodded. “Eating alone isn’t any fun, besides, I gotta make sure you live up to the hype the “lovebirds” give you.”

Tommy chuckled, “‘Course I do, I’m Tommy Innit, the best man there ever was!” He did a small pose, getting a chuckle out of Wilbur. “Seriously though? Probably not. We tend to make each other sound like gods.” He yawned, walking into a sandwich shop. The girl behind the counter immediately got to work when she saw Tommy, giving him a quiet “Afternoon, Theseus!”, as another person took Wilbur’s order.

Tommy paid for both sandwiches without thinking about it, Wilbur only realizing it after he was handed his sandwich. “Oh— Did you pay for mine?” “Yeah, didn’t really think it’d be a big deal. I get literally half of everything the bakery makes, since Niki gets the other half and Tubs and Boo live on the money his dads and mum give him.” Wilbur sighs, “Well, thanks, I’ll make sure to pay next time, kiddo.” Tommy immediately turned around. “What the hell did you just call me?”

Wilbur smirked, “What, kiddo?” “Don’t call me that.” “Awhh, why?” “I’m not kid, I am a full grown man, bitch!” “How old are you again?” “I’m eighteen!” Wilbur paused, genuinely confused. “No… There’s no way You’re legally and adult. You look like you’re twelve!” Tommy made a genuinely offended noise. “E x c u s e me?”

They bickered about Tommy’s age while they sat down to eat, ending when Tommy showed Wilbur his ID, which still didn’t fully convince him.

Wilbur made a mental note; don’t fuck with the bee and ender’s civilian, he’s harmless and there wasn’t any reason to. Besides, he’s also a pretty interesting kid.