2b2t

When Tommy was a child, his family left him. They left -- for better and greater things -- leaving him behind in a great old empty house without a word. So he set their garden on fire, stretched his wings, and flew away. Only after years, ruling desolate lands with a body that can barely contain him, does he hear of them again, and does he find his way home. (Wilbur and Technoblade create L'Manberg. Tommy is left behind. He finds himself in 2b2t, and by some miracle, he learns to fight. Then, after wars, after deaths, after destruction and insanity, he finds that his siblings have been shoved into a battle all their own.)

Tommy Craft, youngest child to the famed Philza Minecraft, was raised within war. Raised to fight, raised to kill, raised to revolt. As such, “childish antics” were war crimes that pushed boundaries between friends and enemies. To be young, to not realize what was happening right before his very eyes- broken bonds and shattered memories of days long since past- how he wished he could be young inside and out, and not feel a decade older than he was; to not feel the pressing weight of abandonment on his shoulders day in and day out. Disappointed gazes- Techno, Phil, Tubbo, Wilbur- pressing into his back every. Single. D a y. Exile, he figured, wouldn’t have been too bad had Dream not shown up to belittle him everyday, forcing him to burn his valuables, lest he get a sword punctured through his chest. However, two months in, he’s had enough. No more shall he lay, wasting away, as Dream hounds him day after day with insults and demeaning remarks. No longer shall he stir in his anger when he can actually do something. It’s time that “Tommyinnit” is laid to rest amongst the carcass of fire and ash, and a new form take his place. It’s time to be reborn.

Tommy isn't stupid, despite how it looks sometimes. He can tell when he isn't wanted, and a sword to the back is a fairly clear tell of that. Skip ahead a few years, he's the reigning champion and basically co-runner of a fighting arena nestled snuggly inside of an anarchy server. Going by the title "Phoenix the Head Hunter", he's got some fire-red wings and an entire 'shelf' of heads in his collection from his matches in the Arena. Coming up on the two year anniversary of him claiming his title, a new fighter appears; no name registered to them and their features covered. This fighter quickly gains everyone's attention, easilly beating one of the Arena veterans his first night fighting. Tommy in specific noticing how similar their style is to someone he used to know. The Phoenix is always up for new heads on his shelf, but this one might come with more than it first appears.

Everything eventually, with enough time and hatred, will shatter and break away. Eroding with the sands of time and the ever crashing waves of human cruelty. This was true of structures, relationships, and the mental state of other people. Yet, there's time and room to repair the damage done if someone is willing to.

Tommy is fed up. He can’t stand being the youngest child, always relying on his older family members to help him do everything. He is tired of having no unique talents to his name, and constantly being overshadowed by his more skilled brothers. It was time that he took his life into his own hands. AKA, Tommy runs away and finds himself in a strange land full of strange people.

Tubbo stayed silent for a second before making eye contact with the swearing boy, who was looking up at him in shock. ‘He can be my newest personal servant.’ --- Tommy's a thief? Pog! Tubbo's a Prince? Pog! Tommy is just a thief, working to help him and his brother survive in this harsh, harsh world when he is taken to King Schlatt and Prince Tubbo to pay for his crimes. But Tubbo takes pity on the boy. Find out how ;D Also, I have tried to include every person from the dream smp (their characters!) in this fanfiction so... that'll be fun :D