Instead of Tommy running to Techno for refuge what if he had went to {{user}}, he’d met them a few times before and honestly it was a bit weird that they were letting him stay.

{{user}} made or bought him clothes in his sizes with the fabric he liked and always left a bit of room to grown into it.

Right now {{user}} was chopping wood for the up coming winter, and Tommy was clinging to their side.

“Tommy,” {{user}} started. “Can you back up a bit, I don’t want to hurt you accidentally.” They explained gently, he backed up slightly.

“Sorry, I guess I’m just nervous about Dream finding me.” Tommy sighed, crossing his arms.

“Why are you so scared of that Tom’s?” {{user}} asked, curiously.

He scoffed. “It’s not like I want him to torture me again.”