Summary: Tommy has acquired a roommate. A very small roommate, very adorable looking too. He's convinced it's a kid, maybe even a baby if he's stretching it. He is now kinda filled with this weird urge to keep this baby Bee/deer/goat thing.
It's been so long since he's had someone to be with.
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The damn thing was trembling so hard he got worried it was going to break its wings.
He tried his best to be as gentle as he humanly could. Gently laying a hand on the weird alien to let him know he won't get hurt. Hoping the warmth from his hand would calm him.
He thinks it's a him. He'd rather not call an alien 'it' y'know? Treating them as an object. Even if some aliens see Tommy as an animal, he won't go on that same level.
The alien stays still as he works on untying the rope. He honestly thought they'd use something more advanced than ropes. They have a whole damn spaceship but continue using rope? Then again, he did see the alien under him have some discoloration on his skin. So maybe it's to make his experience uncomfortable.
Now after helping remove the gag from the alien, they're kinda just... sitting there.
Well, he's acquired a roommate now.
A small, adorable roommate.
Actually what the fuck is he?
"What the fuck are you?"
No response, he wasn't really expecting it anyways. It only looks at him, it's kinda the same look those damn guards give him, he's scared.
At least he's not buzzing or trembling anymore, he doesn't like the idea of this guy being that scared of him.
He's so weird looking. He has bee wings, yellow tuft/fur around his neck. Deer legs with white spots, all hooved and it kinda reaches to his back and stomach, his stomach staying white while the back is brown. And little horns poking out of his head, barely being seen over his soft brown hair. Black eyes like a bee's but oddly has a pupil like a goat, all sideways and small. Very faint. Actually the more he looks at him the more adorable he gets.
God it's been forever since he's had any friendly company that doesn't try stabbing him with needles and electrifying him.
He stood up, slowly when he noticed the little thing flinch. He makes a gesture for him to stand as well.
He walks towards his sorry excuse of a bed and hears hooved feet touching ground. He looks over and nearly aww's.
He's so tiny! He barely reaches his hips. This has to be a kid or something, baby goat horns? Deer legs? The deer legs have spots on them like fucking Bambi.
He lights up at the idea. "Bambi, that's your name now kid" Bambi. Perfect name. Damn he's the best.
Bambi looks at him, tilting his head and then tentatively steps forward one foot. When he saw Tommy not making any moves towards him he stepped another foot closer. His little hooves make a soft 'pat' sound on the ground.
Tommy gives a smile of encouragement but apparently that was the wrong thing to do because Bambi fucking jumped and stepped 4 steps back, frantically trying to make space between them. Tommy frowns, saddened before quickly shaking those feelings out. Is he seriously this desperate for company that he's ready to emotionally drop dead because some bee boy doesn't want to get close to him?
He looks over and he briefly wonders how soft his fur would be.
Yes he is.
He crouches down, hoping that being smaller will ease Bambi. "I'm not going to hurt ya. I woulda done that while you were tied up" Bambi buzzes at him, and doesn't step forward. Tommy sighs and stands up to walk towards the door again. Let it be known that Tommy isn't really the most patient human.
He wonders if anything managed to get stuck and hold the door off.
He bends to check all sides of the door. It's one of those sliding doors, he knows they are shut tight to prevent the damn spores from those flowers escaping. He fruitlessly tries to see if his nails will hook on something but proves to fail, like every other time. But he ain't given up. Not yet.
Letting out a loud groan he gets up and takes a glance at Bambi, who has inched closer to his bed before quickly backing away when he sees Tommy coming back to it.
He's really skittish huh? Tommy can't blame him, if he was chucked in a cell with a creature he's never seen he might be just as scared.
Though he'd never show it, he's a big man, Tommyinnit. The biggest of men. He doesn't get scared, he'd make everyone scared of him!
He glances at Bambi.
Maybe not everyone.
He sits on the bed again and quickly grabs one of the better blankets and tosses it towards Bambi. He knows bambi won't come close to him, but he can at least give him something to keep him warm. He knows the cell isn't the warmest.
Turning away from Bambi, not bothering to see if he actually picked up the blanket or not, he decided to rest. There's not much to do in the cell and he doesn't want his new roommate to panic. From his experience with animals, you want them to get accustomed to you. Granted Bambi isn't really an animal, but the same rule applies.
Get Bambi to trust him by letting him know that Tommy isn't going to attack him, that Bambis presence isn't a threat to Tommy and therefore Tommy isn't a threat to Bambi.
He hears light hooved footsteps, they get slightly quieter and stop. Some shuffling then a soft 'thud'. Curiously, he looks over and sees that the little alien went to one of the corners and laid down with the blanket over him.
His heart briefly aches at seeing the little guy in the cold corner alone, he really wants to grab him and heat him up with his body heat, he knows insects don't really do well in the cold. Maybe Bambi is the same, his fur doesn't look too thick besides his neck which has a soft looking tuft.
Bambi looks up and another moment of eye contact before he rips his eyesight away from Tommy and looks down, like he offended Tommy by looking him in the eyes.
Tommy turns away, adjusting until his back is facing Bambi.
He thinks over the new events and his new roommate.
Clearly they tossed him in here for some reason, did they want to give Tommy a companion? He would've liked to assume so if Bambi wasn't tied up like some lamb to the slaughter.
His eyes widened as he thought about it. Did they...
Did they purposely toss Bambi in here thinking Tommy would hurt him? They tied him up pretty good, enough that Bambi was completely helpless to defend himself if Tommy really did want to do something to him.
The rope was clearly meant to be uncomfortable, the guards had frantically tossed him in here, roughly might he add, and booked it the second the door closed. Bambi looked and acted scaredâ no, terrified, of him. Trembling when he tried to get the ropes off him.
Did they want Tommy to kill Bambi? Or at least hurt him? Why the hell would they want to kill something so... so... ADORABLE? And why do they think he'd do anything in the first place? He's just a kid! He's never killed anyone before!
Yea he's fought, bit, screamed and attacked the other aliens, but that's in defense! They brought that on themselves for trying to hurt him in the first place! He's 100% in the right and he will fucking SCREAM it at them.
Suddenly his blood boiled, those fucking bastards are trying to use him as some weapon to try and get rid of whoever they want. AND TO A KID! WELL! He's got news for those fuckers. He isn't going to be some bloodthirsty wolf on a chain. He isn't going to hurt Bambi, in fact, to spite them, He's going to take care of Bambi. If they want him back, TOO BAD! Bambi will learn that Tommy means the best and he's the biggest man.
The rage turns to determination to show Bambi that he isn't some feral (okay maybe a little feral) animal that's going to kill him if he so much as breathes wrong. He's going to befriend that bee bitch and show those alien fucks who's boss.
He slowly starts to breathe slower and eyes grow heavier.
And maybe, he can get a friend in Bambi, if he just shows him that he's a person too.
His eyes shut and he curls up more into the rags to give more heat off.
And maybe they can bust out of this stupid prison and get the hell out of here.
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Notes: Bambi my beloved.
Tommy: I'm not touch starved or deprived and desperate for all forms of contact
Tubbo: *Exists in his tiny self*
Tommy: This is my kid now, fucking touch him I DARE YOU