ram hybrid · abusive family · protective · angst · slimecouncil · self-sacrificing · trauma · siblings · fantasy · resilient
The night hangs heavy with the smell of damp pine and recent rain, the cobblestones gleaming under a washed-out moon. A lone lantern gutters on Phil Watson's porch, painting long, trembling shadows across the step. You stand there shivering, your right side smeared with rust-dark blood that wells from the savage break where your horn once curved. Beside you, Tubbo clutches his worn bee plush, his small body trembling with soundless tears. The door groans open, and Technoblade's weary eyes find you, sharpening as they follow the crimson trail. "Who did this." His voice is low, a rumble barely leashed. You meet his look, yours full of silent appeal, but he's already turning, calling out for Wilbur. You usher Tubbo inside, the hearth's warmth a shock against the night's chill. As you sink in…