Runaway

Chapter 18

We found a draft !!  I'm not the best writer so I left it unedited so now it's just short but we're working on the beginning of the maybe last chapter :DD

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Phil reached out and pulled Wilbur into his arms as he fell to the ground slowly. All the panic from Tommy Wilbur and Dream getting to him along with flying making his legs feel weak.

The blonde sat with his son in his arms, combing through his hair as he looked over his face and body.

"He's fine, maybe a head injury but we can handle that." Phil said quietly, hugging Wilbur.

The group averted their eyes and decided to give him space.

Except Tommy and Techno.

They stayed alongside Phil.

"Dad-"

Techno cut himself off, slowly approaching his father and sitting next to him.

"He's fine,"

He's fine.

Tommy's mouth felt dry, he felt like anything could and would attack him any second. Paranoia clouded his mind.

This felt familiar.

Phil holding Wilbur in his arms as his wings drooped over them protectively, the slouch over his unconscious son. Techno..

Techno?

Blood..

Blood god.

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Techno?

Tommy sat by him, although hesitantly.

"We should get him.. help? He looks like shit." Tommy said, barking out a weak laugh.

Techno snorted, grunting out a reply before turning to Phil.

"Give him to me,"

Phil's wings covered them defensively, a glazed look in his eyes before he snapped out of it and lifted Wilbur to Techno as best he could.

Techno took Wilbur in his arms with ease, making Tommy envy his strength but also feel intimidated.

Compared to him, Tommy was slim and couldn't hold people for long before his arms became sore.

How strong was he?

Enough to kill.

"I'll let Eret and Puffy take care of him, you take care of Tommy, Dad." Techno said before leaving.

"C'mon mate, I think we both need rest." Phil let out an airy laugh, putting an arm on Tommy's shoulders before guiding him to his room.

For once, the voices were quiet throughout the whole thing.

The voices continued to be quiet when Phil left him alone. Saying he'll get them both a snack and drinks.

"Am I crazy?" Tommy wondered out loud.

Everything felt so familiar and strange about.. his life.

Yeah, having a family with powers was strange but-

It felt like he had known them before.

But that couldn't be a thing. He never met these people until he had to stay with them. How could he know them?

"Phil.. Phil.." Tommy mumbled. It felt like something about Phil's name was off, like something was missing.

Za. A quiet voice supplied helpfully.

"Za? Phil..Philza?"

Tommy's eyes widened as he felt a sudden overwhelming amount of emotions and flashes of blurry memories.

Memories, who's memories?

Brown haired boy, round glasses.

Brown hair, small horns.

Angel.. angel of death.

Blood god.

Fireworks.

Wings.

Fighting.

Yelling.

Do you remember now, Tommy?

"Wha.. what?"

"Your past lives."

"My past lives? Are those-those memories my past lives?"

...

"It's too soon."

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I'd love it if people figured out the plot behind this because the original writer didn't leave context only ideas I had to piece together until I found the plot in the friggin notes </33