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Tommy groans in relief when he sees the sun start rising through the trees.
He'd been stuck up the spruce tree all night, having initially forgotten how late it was, and had been fighting off every Overworld mob that took great interest in him constantly.
The blond teen stretches, feeling ligaments and bones crack as he sits up, watching the sunrise turn from a periwinkle pink to swirls of orange and yellow, leaning in the fork of the tree. The agonised moans of a zombie and skeleton as they start burning in the light echo through the trees.
When the sounds fade and it turns quiet, Tommy finally puts his sword covered with dried mob remains away and untangles his limbs from the branches, carefully making his way down.
The branch his feet are on suddenly snaps under his weight, the skinny teen cursing colourfully as he crashes to the ground, smacking into a few leafy branches and receiving many scrapes and scratches. Tommy's breath gets knocked out of him, and he ends up staring up at the shady canopy from below, a peculiar expression on his face as he struggles to breathe.
A gasp tears from him as he sits up and clutches his chest, inhaling shakily.
"Fuck, man! Ah-ha-how!"
He whines pitifully as he stumbles to his feet and runs a hand up his shirt, wincing when he presses softly against his ribs only for them to burn. He'll definitely have bruises later, even breathing too deeply hurt.
"Are you alright?!"
Tommy's hand is on his sword instantly as he whips around, confused when the person who questioned him is nowhere to be seen. "The fuck?! Who are you?!" He yells out, eyes wide as he scours his field of vision intently. "Where are you bitch!?! What do you want?"
The teen finally looks at a large spruce tree that looms over the other trees, and he sees two bright eyes shining in the shadows of the branches.
They're a dark orange, reminding Tommy of candlelight. He lowers his sword warily, head tilting as he looks up at the hidden figure, relaxing his muscles. They blink slowly, before a small voice filled with whispers echoes down to him, "I'm sorry if I scared you, but I was seeing if you were alright. That looked like it hurt."
The teen's mouth falls open in horror as he realises how rude he just was to someone who was looking out for him.
"Oh no no I'm so sorry, I've just had a shitty night, I shouldn't get mad at you!"
"Anyway," Tommy continues as he keeps looking up, trying to make out the person. "What are you doing up so high?"
The orange eyes blink, before the person stammers out "I-I got stuck with something. I can't really free myself, so I'm up here for safety."
Tommy smiles, before he runs a hand through his thick hair.
"Well can I do anything? Do you want me to come up-"
"NO!"
Tommy's taken aback by the sudden outburst, before the person quickly apologises. They sigh.
"Listen, I'm not exactly normal. I-If I let you help me, do you swear o-on your life that you won't hurt me in any way?" Their voice is dead serious, a few spruce branches shuddering as they appear to move. The teen is confused momentarily, before frantically nodding.
"Of course bud," He promises. "I'm not gonna get you. Do you need me to climb up..."
His words die in his mouth as the stranger suddenly starts descending, finally coming into the light. Tommy stares in shock.
He bursts out into laughter.
A young spider hybrid has somehow managed to wrap themselves in their own silk and is trapped in a cocoon. Their orange eyes are shut tight, face flushing red with embarrassment as they lower themselves down a thread of spider silk created from their hand. Four spindly spider legs are crossed and trapped behind their back under the mass of web. Sharp fangs jut out of their mouth, which is kept in an angry pout.
They finally stop coming down, hanging just in front of Tommy, and he realises as his laughter dies down that they're actually quite small, almost five foot tall.
The two meet eyes, one blushing hard and the other in utter stupor.
"OH MY FUCKING GOD YOU'RE ADORABLE!!!" Tommy squeals, eyes turning into stars as he reaches and grabs them in their bundle, holding them carefully. They open their eyes and smile as they look at the skinny blond, and make a sound of a pair of cymbals crashing together quietly, making Tommy squeal louder.
Cooing, he takes out his small iron axe and lays the hybrid on the ground, kneeling above them before carefully cutting open the silk. His eyes constantly flicker between the axe and their sweet face, making sure that the trapped being isn't uncomfortable as he reassures them with a surprising softness Tommy never usually showed. When they're freed, the spider hybrid sits up, and the teen sits back on his knees to finally get a better look at them.
The hybrid's skin is speckled with dark grey, like large freckles. Their orange eyes glow softly, crinkled and warm, half-hidden by short dark fluffy hair. A pair of their spider legs jut out from their back like wings without membrane, another pair formed just under their human arms, and both are thin and spindly. The being wears black ripped jeans and a lightly shredded black shirt.
"Thank you so much!" The hybrid exclaims in relief, their voice light and airy, spider legs stretching wide before relaxing. "I don't know how long I was stuck for."
Tommy's face is stuck in an awestruck expression, grinning stupidly as he holds out a hand.
"My name's Tommy."
"I go by Y/N. Well, that's what all the other mobs have called me. I didn't really have a name before I came to this place."
The teen 'awws' at the name.
"I like Y/N, that's such a cool name for you!" He coos, laughing when Y/N hisses at him half-heartedly, trying to fight the grin off their face. The hybrid climbs to their feet, but when Tommy goes to follow, a sharp pain in his chest knocks him back down, making him inhale sharply as he clutches his ribs.
"Tommy!" Y/N immediately bends down over him, watching with great concern as he lays down on the ground, breath coming in pants as the pain, which had gone ignored until now, increases by tenfold.
"Fuck, ahh it hurts!" He growls, angry tears prickling his eyes as the blond tries to move, only to yell out as his chest screams in agony.
"Stupid fucking tree! The fall must have hurt me more than I thought!"
Y/N's eyes rake over his injured form, before their face darkens in thought.
"Tommy, I know this sounds weird, but let me take off your shirt."
His answering cry could have been heard in Snowchester.
"WHAT THE FUCK Y/N?!"
They lean down over him, orange eyes flashing as they say firmly "I need to know how badly you're hurt. Then we can contact someone to get you, since you are in NO CONDITION to move on your own."
He goes to protest, but actually starts crying when he tries to sit up and he feels one of his broken ribs poke against the flesh in his chest.
If he didn't get help soon, he wouldn't get out of this forest alive.
"God-okay, just be quick please. This really fucking hu-urts!"
Y/N uses a hand to gently turn his head to the side, one pair of spider legs crossing and uncrossing restlessly. The other pair of arms trace lightly along Tommy's frame, tiny muscle twitches on their concentrated face the only visual display of their results.
"Who can I call Tom?" They whisper, pushing the hair from the teen's crying eyes. He whimpers, hands buried in his hair as he replies "Phil, my dad. Techno will be there too. Not sure about-"
A sharp stab in his chest cuts off his words.
Nodding, Y/N very carefully reaches into Tommy's pocket and pulls out his phone. As they scroll through his contacts to call his dad their other arms work to slice away the teen's shirt with the sharp ends of their spindly legs, pulling away the fabric.
Upon seeing his chest, the spider hybrid immediately presses Phil's name. Tommy's chest is dark with bruises, almost black and purple and heavily swollen.
"Tommy!" An older man's voice that's laced with concern reaches their ears, making them focus on the phone. "Mate, where have you been? You better have a good explanation for why you didn't fucking come home last ni-"
"Um, this isn't Tommy, sir." Y/N says nervously, quickly saying when the man falls deathly silent,
"I'm a friend of his. W-We need help right now, please come quickly. T-Tommy's really hurt. He fell out of a tree and something's badly wrong with his chest, I think his ribs have broken-"
"Where are you." It's not a question, Y/N can hear the urgency in the man's voice. They hear movement in the background, a low murmur to someone else, who seems to push over a chair and bolt from the room in response.
"A-about halfway up the track through the woods to Snowchester. Where the big spruce tree is."
They hear the man sigh in relief.
"Good. That's close. Please give the phone to Tommy."
Without any second thought Y/N hands the phone to the injured teen, who mouths a 'thank you', before bringing it to his ear.
"P-Phil? I-It fucking hurts." He whispers, voice broken from crying, breath rattling badly in his lungs.
Phil inhales sharply, responding with "I'm on my way mate, I'm coming as fast as I can. Just hold on Tommy." The teen groans as a particularly deep breath makes his head spin, and he holds his hand out to Y/N, who takes it gently.
They wait tensely, staying with Phil on the phone the while time. Finally, the spider hybrid hears beating wings, and they look up to see a man with large dark crow wings flying towards them at high speed, carrying a satchel. His green robes trail behind him, and as Phil basically crash lands next to them in his haste to get to Tommy, Y/N notices that his wings are burnt at the edges, the feathers broken but healed.
Fully blue eyes glow dangerously as the winged man looks over Tommy protectively, slightly taloned fingers pulling a potion from the leather satchel and uncorking it, immediately pouring it into the teen's mouth.
"It's a healing potion, swallow it Tommy," Phil says with an almost angry urgency, grabbing a lighter pink misty potion and splashing it across his chest. Y/N watches with astonishment as the mist seeps through Tommy's skin and starts to dullen the bruising, the blond starting to slow his panicked breathing as his ribs start fixing itself. The crow hybrid gives Tommy another health potion to drink when suddenly Y/N hears hoofbeats thundering towards them.
The spider hybrid turns their head and shrieks in terror when a large pig hybrid with big tusks wearing a big large jeweled crown and a long red, velvet cape leaps off a diamond-armoured horse and picks them up by the scruff of their neck, red eyes flashing darkly.
He throws them far, and they collide with a tree trunk like a rag doll, sprawling on the ground. Y/N howls in agony when they feel two of their spider legs snap on impact, splaying their limbs wide instinctively to make themself look bigger as the brute stalks towards them, pulling out a glistening trident.
With a sob, they scream out "WAIT PLEASE, I DIDN'T HURT HIM, I'M A FRIEND!! NO STOP, I DIDN'T HURT HIM!!!"
Tommy, who had now almost fully recovered from his near-death injury, the potions healing his ribs extremely quickly, sees Y/N sobbing, their broken legs dangling uselessly as Technoblade walks towards them, intent on finishing his kill.
The teen scrabbles to his feet in a panic and starts sprinting his hardest towards then, crying out "TECHNO NO!"
The pig hybrid halts his movement, looking at him sharply, the voices roaring in his head,
KILL THE WRETCHLING!
Protect Tommy!
They hurt him!
Is Tommy okay?!
Bruh, Tommy took an L
Shut up, not the time!
His eyes widen in shock when Tommy throws himself in front of his terrified friend, blue eyes fiercely staring into Techno's.
"What the fuck, dude!?!" He yells angrily, shielding Y/N from the hybrid.
"They saved me, you fucking prick! Y/N was the one that called you two, and you're trying to kill them?! FUCK OFF!"
Techno drops his trident, shock racing through him, the voices quietening as they process the new information. Suddenly, he's hit with a collective wave of horror as they now start screaming
OH NO!
SHIT!
OH GOD!
THEY'RE HURT!!!
WHAT HAVE WE DONE?!?
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He reaches out to the two, but the injured hybrid is hyperventilating and in an uncontrollable state of panic. They scream and thrash, wailing when they see him reach out, so Tommy stands up incredibly quickly and pushes him away. "GET THE FUCK BACK, YOU'RE SCARING THEM!!!" He growls harshly, baring his teeth at Technoblade despite Tommy not being a hybrid.
The hybrid stumbles back, still in a state of horror, hand pressing to his forehead as the voices scream and wail their mistake, multiplying and bouncing around his head until Phil's hand on his shoulder brings him back, grounding Techno and quieting the voices.
"I think it's best you head home mate," Phil says softly, eyes dulling to normal as the rush of fear and power settles down.
Technoblade nods, grabbing his trident, and heads to his horse quickly to race back to the house.
Phil crouches down to Y/N and starts humming a warm melody that catches their attention slightly, breaths coming out jaggedly, on the verge of a panic attack.
"Hey, mate, I need you to look at me okay?" Y/N looks up tearily at Phil and Tommy, who's huddled close to them and gently positioned them against his chest, struck with guilt as he carefully moves their injured legs out, unfolding them. They yell out, shuddering at the pain.
"I'm so fucking sorry for this." Tommy says as sincerely as he can, watching Phil's hands move carefully over the spider hybrid's injured limbs, electric blue magic flowing from his hands and swirling around them. Y/N curls against the lanky teen as their legs start to heal, the bones straightening and mending fast, pain slowly dulling.
When Phil finishes mending the legs, he reaches out and strokes their cheek tenderly, apology filling his eyes.
"Thanks mate for helping Tommy. I apologize for what happened with Techno, the voices in his head tend to overreact when any of us are in trouble." He says, voice low and warm.
He holds out his arms and Y/N nods dazedly in consent, shock giving way to drowsiness. Phil leans forward and scoops them into his arms, standing up and holding the small hybrid close, Tommy standing up as well, looking down at them worriedly.
Y/N presses into Phil's chest, the winged man smelling like nice fabrics and somehow the sky itself. They say quietly, "Tommy's the first proper friend I've had. I wasn't going to let him die."
Tommy smiles and ruffles their hair, earning him a quiet cymbal noise of happiness. He looks at his father and practically begs, "Please can we take Y/N home? She-"
Y/N hisses harshly, making the other two jump.
"Sorry he-"
Another hiss.
"AAA fuck THEY will need to rest for a bit. Right?"
Phil looks down at Y/N, who gives him a timid smile, and responds with, "Only if they want to."
The spider hybrid shifts uncomfortably, saying with a very small voice,
"Will he try and hurt me again if I do?"
Phil shakes his head, running a hand through their fluffy hair.
"No mate, he won't get you. It was just the heat of the moment. I promise you he feels horrible right now. Techno will stay away from you if you want him to, alright?"
Y/N finally nods, to Tommy's happiness.
"YES!"
The calm fly to their house was fairly fast, since Y/N was so tired they fell asleep. Phil's wings, although burnt at the edges and occasionally sore, were incredibly strong, the man able to handle Tommy on his shoulders while Y/N had their arms slung around Tommy's neck like a backpack.
When they landed, Tommy hopped off Phil and took them into the large wooden house, waking Y/N carefully.
Y/N drowsily looked around with amazement, dark orange eyes taking in the couches, the kitchen, the intricacy of the engraved spruce wood that made up the house.
Their eyes fall on Technoblade, who's sitting on the couch with his head in his heads. He looks and straightens up, hands unconsciously sliding over the long like braid that trails down his shoulder. Y/N's grip on Tommy tightens slightly, and the scrawny teen glares at his older brother with a dark expression.
"I-I'm very sorry." His low voice carries over to the two, the pig hybrid looking much less scary than what he did before.
"I understand if you don't want me around, but I want you to know how bad I feel that I hurt you, especially at the fact you saved Tommy's life."
His shoulders seem to sag with relief when Y/N nods, before Technoblade stands and leaves the room briskly, red velvet cape dissappearing around the corner.
Tommy mutters a few curses towards him, before Phil comes in and shrugs off his robe, leaving him in a light green patterned tunic and matching pants, before walking over to the two.
"Come on, I'll show you where your room will be." He says kindly, eyes crinkling.
As the trio walk down the hallway, they don't notice a pair of eyes watching them intently as they pass by, gleaming with curiosity and interest.