“Hey,” Technoblade said, peeking inside to where Wilbur was playing guitar for Tommy on the couch, “When were you going to tell me that you had two kids?”
“I don’t,” Phil said shortly.
Technoblade frowned, continuing to stare at the scene. “Then why is there a kid that looks just like you sitting in there?”
Phil let out a small groan of frustration. “Tommy’s not my son,” he explained, “He’s just…” He lowered his voice. “…some failed clone.”
Or, Tommy is Philza's clone and people react.
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23 Sep 2021
“What do you want from inside of it?” Tommy asks the man trying to rob him, flipping his wallet open and thumbing through the cards inside. “You want my Student ID card? You want my coupon for a free smoothie at the gas station a couple of streets down? You want this card some guy gave me advertising his rapper career?”
“That’s- that’s all you have?” The man seems shocked, but Tommy doesn’t know why he would be. There’s nothing about him that really screams ‘wealthy and important’.
“I’m a broke college student- of course that’s all I have.”
Nervousn8 writes a superhero au where Tommy is a Normal Guy just trying to make it through college while avoiding all his problems and sleeping. He's not having a very good time, especially not when these fucking rich people keep trying to give him pity money.
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22 Sep 2021
The crows continue to surround him. Maybe they know he isn't a real crow, sense the impostor. Tommy would have laughed if it wasn't for the hundred fucking crows watching him like a walking bag of food.
He is about to get ejected. He is about to fucking die.
Tommy dies in prison and respawns in the body of a crow.
Phil and Techno are clueless that this angry injured fledgling is actually Tommy.
"They're...still good people. I know it. It's wartime, you do what you need to do when it's war." Tommy managed to say, struggling with the right words. "You're just the enemy. You can't be nice to the enemy." Tommy struggled to come up with what to say next, especially with Dream giving a stare that could kill. "Look, it's been nice that you told me this and I'll talk to them about this. Maybe...maybe the war will end if you guys both know each others stories. That has to work, right? I just want to go home now, please?"
The Emperor looked at Tommy in the eyes for a moment, simply humming as he looked up at a portrait of a family.
"You're not going back home, Tommy."
Tommy stiffened. "What?"
Tommy was a supposed Chosen One, someone to end the war that has been going on for the past few centuries. Someone that would be the hero in another story.
This is not that another story.
Instead Tommy is the so called damsel in distress of this story as he just hopes someone comes to save him from the Emperor's Castle.
All Tommy wanted to do was have a relaxing day with his best friends and their children in Snowchester. Now, he was faced with multiple other versions of the people he knew, a crying, teenage Shroud, and multiple stories of pain, suffering, and death. This was not the relaxing day he had wanted.
Shroud had never expected to see his father again. King Wilbur saw what he wanted so badly, his little brother, standing in front of him. Tubbo and Ranboo missed their old friend, their partner in crime and the third member of their trio of vigilantes.
Or, when King Wilbur and his family head to fight the green god one last time, something goes very wrong, and the universe breaks. Different versions of the characters end up in the DreamSMP alongside each other and the people already there. However, one thing unites all of the alternate versions. Their Tommy's are all dead. The Tommy in this new world though, was still alive. However, this won't be a simple meeting and connection. After all, this Tommy has been through multiple wars, abused, and manipulated in the past. There's a reason he's so suspicious and closed off, one they will eventually find out. And in the background of everything, Dream smiles from his cell.