Lessons

TW: PTSD abduction, implied Stockholm syndrome (is that how you spell it?) Intentional starvation,
Please let me know if I missed any

Tommy wasn't sure where he was, all he knows is one minute, he was walking with Techno, and between one breath and another, he was knocked unconscious.

He only knows he was hit over the head because he woke up somewhere, and hid head hurt.

Some guy was talking outside the door, and Tommy instantly got to his feet, and flung open the door.

"Who the fuck are you!" He asked the man who just got hit by the door.

"Why'd you hit me with the door?" The other person asked in alarm.

"Why were you standing right next to it?"

"Because it's a narrow hallway, and I was under the impression you were new."

Tommy looked around for the first time. "Where the fuck are we?" He asked the other boy, who looked a little bit older than him.

The older boy shrugged, "I'm not sure, I can't go outside, I'm just as much a prisoner as you are."

"Prisoner?"

"Yeah, haven't you realized? We're kinda trapped in here." The older boy said.

"Okay, so, first things first." Tommy muttered, trying not to panic. "We escape! Come on, there is a window in my room we can get through."

The older boy moved around him and cupped a hand over his mouth. "Are you crazy?" He whisper shouted at the blond. "The master will catch us."

Tommy wrestled out of his grip. "Master?"

"Yeah, the gut who abducted us all. Master gave us a home, and treats us fine, just as long as we don't escape."

Tommy furrowed his brow. "But I have a family."

"Well they obviously weren't very good. You got abducted."

Tommy thought back to Techno, and how a few moments before he was knocked out, he was fighting the guy. How he fought the kid at school.

How, when he was younger, Wilbur would tell him stories of warriors and gods while sitting in the treehouse.

"I guess they weren't." He didn't believe that, not for a minute.

"My name is Purpled." The older said cheerfully, sticking his hand out.

"Tommy." He replied, shaking his hand gingerly.

"Want to come meet the others Tommy?"

"I guess." He glanced back to the room he was in, before being led away.

He would get out of here, no matter what it took.

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Rule no. 5: Everything bad that happens is your fault.

Wilbur knew very little about life. Besides the threats.

Min and Pop would always threaten to put him in foster care if he was misbehaving. They always had a threat up their sleeve.

Wilbur didn't know any more than that.

So he was very good. He tried to be so good, but no matter how good he was, they found something to nitpick about.

Somehow he had done more things wrong in the three years he lived with them, than all of the rest of his life.

Min and Pop always said his mother and father weren't fit parents. Wil protested once, the first time. He got smacked across the face for it.

He told Mother and Father on their next visit.

He was punished by Min and Pop later for it.

He can never seem to do things correctly.

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There was an Alert sent out for Tommy, and Wilbur dove into researching things. The Why's and How's swirled in his mind, making a deadly concoction of paranoia and anger.

He is angry at himself, for something stupid. He has snapped at everyone in the house at least once. It wasn't pretty.

Wilbur knew it wasn't right to be mad, especially at Techno. His twin went really quiet and had a brick wall of a face. For some reason, that made Wilbur mad.

He knew, deep down, that that was a way to cope, but he still snapped, he had reached his limit.

"Hey Wilbur, Phil said it was time for dinner."

"Tell Phil I'm not hungry." Wil muttered.

"You've said that for the last 3 days Wilbur! You need to come down and eat, we are doing all we can for Tommy."

"It's not enough!" The brunette snapped at his twin. "None of this will be enough, Tommy could be dead already, and it would be all your fault!"

He knows it was a mistake, he wouldn't blame Techno for anything. But he wasn't thinking straight.

Techno's eyes clouded over with anger, and something else as he recoiled. "I am doing all I can Wilbur." He spat. "I am trying to keep myself from sinking into a well of hopelessness, and I am trying to take care of myself, because that's all I can do." His voice tapered at the end, and Wilbur realized the other emotion was guilt.

"Tech- I-"

"Save it," it was quiet, kind of sad. Techno glanced at him, hurt flashed for a moment before his eyes looked numb and blank. "Just- Just eat something please."

Then he left. It was as quiet as ever, but the silence couldn't be any louder.

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