Oh, We Can Be Heroes

TW: VIOLENCE, LOTS OF IT. LIKE LOTS. SUICIDE, GORE, DEATH

The Summer flew by, days consisting of sun filled skies and some of the happiest memories the group had created. The trips to the beach became consistent, some days turning into trips to the zoo (the animals had lots to say to Tubbo). They would train just as hard, but were coming to a point where they couldn't get better.

They played the game once more, Tubbo dominating. He eliminated seven people, and took everyone by surprise. In that same aspect, Quackity's ability to manipulate plant's was one he loved, sprouting trees out of nothing.

But, the fear of battle became larger as everyday passed, fearful that they would strike after the other's had gone to school. How could people like Eret help, who would be in a different country?

Tommy didn't worry about that, he was more worried about what if they just left. After all, anyone who wasn't gifted by the gods would hate them or at least have a hard time liking them. What if Eret got hurt? What if Schlatt did? What if Wilbur, or Techno?

What if he was going to say goodbye to them without even knowing he was saying goodbye?

"Toms? Are you listening?" Phil's voice knocked him out of his thoughts, the two shopping for necessities to give to the people leaving. They were to leave on the 10th of August, and so him and Phil were grabbing the items they would need but probably forgot about. So far, they had tons of laundry baskets, hangers, and garbage bags.

"Hm? What'd you say, dad?" Phil frowned slightly at the boy's words, forehead creasing. He knew his son well enough to know when something was wrong.

"Do you not want to go through with the adoption? Just because Alex is with Cara, doesn't mean you have to. I understand, completely." The boy remembered the day fondly.

The two were in a drive through for Panda Express, Phil randomly wanting to stop after Tommy's therapy session. He didn't question it, and continued talking about the new facts he learned from Tubbo.

"Isn't that crazy? A dolphins pregnancy can last anywhere between nine to 16 months, and when they're born, they're fed milk! How do you even do that in the ocean, wouldn't it just float to the top?" He looked to his father, who was looking at the menu while waiting behind a truck.

"That's awesome, Toms. 16 months is a long time. Anyways, do you want me to adopt you or not?" Phil's eyes widened, whipping his head to the boy. "Uh, I mean orange chicken. Do you want Orange Chicken?" He wanted to jump out of the and never look back, but from teaching Tommy how to drive, he doubted Tommy would come back home in one piece.

"What? Did you just-yeah. Yes." Tommy impulsively replied. He'd talked to Halo during sessions about the idea of Phil adopting him, as Puffy had brought it up previously.

"You want orange chicken?" Phil reiterated, thinking Tommy just ignored his slip up.

"No, I want you to adopt me." Phil felt his air leave his body, and his foot hit the accelerator. "I MEAN NO I DON'T IF YOU'RE GOING TO CRASH THE CAR GODS!"

"Did you mean that? You want me to?" His breath was frantic. He knew he should focus on the accident that just occured in the drive-thru, but he couldn't bring himself to..

"Yes, of course. You're my Dad. I just didn't bring it up because of everyone going to college. That doesn't matter, you just hit the car in front of us! If it wasn't for me, there would have been some serious damage done!" Tommy was grateful for his ability to manipulate probability in that moment.