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neko-naruto · 1 year ago

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Alt-human

Summary: It runs in the family, somehow Tommy is till caught off guard when he starts to mutate. Although that shock is still nothing compared to having the both of his brothers home.

Warnings: War mention, implied human testing, Ao3 port with full tags.

Authors Note: Finally a dsmp fic, written by me, where Quackity isn't a prick and SNF isn't the focus, never thought it would happen, but here we are. @sobredunia @h3xt0r @samathekittycat and @plutoprophecy only two of ya'll got snippets and previews but fuck it, I am wayyy too proud of this to not tag all of you. This was originally going to be a lot longer, but I wanted it to get done up before June was over, and I sorta lost motivation for it partway through. What I have no wraps it up nicely as some family feels, anyways, reblogs are dearly appreciated if you gave it a read.

"Not human?" Tommy asked the doctor hesitantly, his nails dug into the pleather of the cot as he spoke.

The doctor nodded, "Yep, soon enough you'll have sprouted a tail and grown some fur."

Fear washed over Tommy in waves, "Oh."

"Don't worry, there are lots of jobs for mutants," The doctor said, trying to be gentle as she spoke, "Like janitorial duties, garbage man, being a builder- lot's of places for the likes of your kin," Not a hint of malice was on her voice but Tommy still felt threatened.

"But, I'll get cast out of society! I'll get trashed in seconds!" Tommy exclaimed, terror was on his voice and he swears he can feel the hair on the back of his neck stand straight up. He threw out his hands as he did so, and all of a sudden his tail bone aches. He hisses in pain as a similar ache transfers to the top of his skull and the tips of his fingers.

"That may happen, but there are plenty of people out there like you, you'll find mutants like yourself sooner than later," The doctor said with a bit of a sigh on her voice at the sudden distress coming from Tommy, "I can prescribe pain killers until the morph is complete but otherwise there isn't anything else that I can do."

Tommy nodded, "Alright, do you know anywhere I can find any mutant groups?"

The doctor shook her head, "Sadly, I do not know of any groups, and considering how late signs have started to show for you I wouldn't be shocked if they won't let you in."

"Whys that?" Tommy asked carefully.

"At your age people have already morphed and been deemed a full human, and if a full human, then most of them have a habit of berating mutants," The doctor said, and in an instant Tommy was raking his memory for any instance of him torturing a mutant on any level, but he just couldn't find a clean slate of the notions.

Tommy nodded, "Alright, so, I'm screwed if I have?"

"Nope, although, I do know an Enderian whose consistently looking for late bloomers, he claims that he's searching for some form of equality," The doctor explained as Tommy nodded along, already rather uncomfortable in the doctors office, "I think he's just lonely- you'll know him when you see him, half black, half white, real tall, long tail."

"I'll keep an eye out for him, take my tylenol, and drink water; I know the drill," Tommy explained, he brought a hand to rub the back of his neck, and he was so much more aware of his bristly the hair at the back of his neck felt.

"I'll see you for a followup in a week, so how the progressions coming along

," The doctor said calmly.

Tommy stood to take his leave, the ache in his tail bone force him to crook himself at an awkward angle. A mounting pressure, he wondered distantly if this was what giving birth felt like, he shot down the thought because that was stupid. This is just numb and stinging and it won't end anytime soon, while hes heard that birth is searing hot and noisy and ends within hours of its start. It just hurts and he wants it to be over, but a part of him knows that won't be over until hes thrown out of society.

He turns back to the doctor, "Could I have some of those painkillers now?" A nervous chuckle is on his voice as he braces his balance by holding onto the chair closest to him, he is no way in hell making it out to the parking lot to find his dad.

"You can have some Tylenol until we can get your prescription, I'll write it up for you right now," The doctor said, she opened up the cabinet as she did so, pulling down a bottle of Tylenol and shaking two out before grabbing a small cup of water.

By the time she was done with that Tommy was already on the chair, he felt like crying. He knew that growing pains was a thing but this was most certainly not growing pains and it definitely was not this bad very often. The stress perhaps, maybe it was the fear, something or other made it flare up.

"Can I just, sit here for a bit?" Tommy asked, a strain on his voice as he tried to sit comfortably despite the way his coccyx was screaming at him and his head was simply pounding.

"Of course dear," The doctor said, jotting down a prescription as Tommy downed the Tylenol, "Would you like me to grab your pills as well?"

"Yes please," He sounds tired, he looks worn out, it just hurts and he doesn't know why it hurts or how to make it stop until the Tylenol kicks in.

"Alright, just stay put until I come back," The doctor said before promptly leaving.

Tommy heaved a sigh as he slumped back into his chair, he gave a groan of pain as the weight shifted directly onto the hurting spot. He started to wonder what life would be like as a mutant, he's sure he'd pick up a janitorial job of some sort, meet some others and get along just dandy and fine. He brings a hand to his head and rubs at the sore lumps, his hair is scraggy enough to cover it up but he wonders when he'll just have ears on the top of his head, or if his human ears will go away.

He wonders what'll happen when his brothers find out, he made fun of the both of them up until they moved out. He thought he was gonna be a full human, not a mutant. And he knew better than to tease and chide out in public, hell, he even defended them once or twice, but hes still scared. He had no one to protect him either, his parents will try, but what good will they be. And he's sure that his friends will abandon him because they're all full humans and he isn't. His brothers would protect him though, where he only used words they would use their fists and their advantages.

His brothers, Wilbur the Phantling, Techno the Suidae, and him, Tommy the human. But he isn't human anymore now, he's just a mutant now, like his two brothers who he hasn't heard from in years. His father was a mutant, his mutant was a full human, he just supposed he got the recessive gene. Apparently he hasn't and he's just a late bloomer, he should've stayed in touch with Wilbur and Techno, maybe if he hadn't teased them so much they would've kept in touch.

Regret washes over him in undulating waves as the drugs start to kick in. When the doctor returns with his pills he takes them and gives his thanks, the Tylenol kicking in. He can walk without his steps being disjointed and the headache that threatened to come in has shoved off. Tommy still found himself with his head hung as he made his way to Phils car, at least there was no way he could lose the car what with it's god awful collection of bumper stickers.

"How was the appointment?" Phil asked gently as Tommy awkwardly shuffled into the front seat and pulled on his seat belt.

Tommy gave grunt as he leaned his head back.

"What did they say?" Phil asked, shifting his words slightly, trying to pry an answer from his son.

"I'm a mutant," Tommy said, he opened his eyes and shifted in his seat, "Who knows what kind."

"They couldn't figure it out?" Phil asked, Tommy shook his head.

"You're a shifter dad, how could they find out? Your last two kids were a Suidaw and Phantling, and you stay with those massive wings out all the time- and only god knows what form you took when you knocked up mum," Tommy explained, lifting a finger every time he raised a point of some sort, Phil chuckled a bit.

"I don't think that's how genetics work Tommy," Phil said, glancing to his son, "I know an Enderian you could get in touch with, he's a little bit quiet though."

"Yeah, the doctor mentioned one of those, whats his name?" Tommy asked, slumping further into the seat as he did so. He reached out to touch Phils wings and the shifter fluffed them up in an almost agitated manner, a few feathers fell from their spot.

Phil shrugged, "Ranboo, he's a nice kid, around your age; he gave me his business card a while back, not sure if he'll talk until you look like a mutant."

Tommy heaved a sigh, "Yay," He shifted barely an inch but a spark of pain tore through his lower half and he groaned in pain.

"The doc gave you some painkillers right?" Phil asked, Tommy nodded.

"Yeah, she gave a Tylenol too," Tommy said as he moved around again, the Tylenol should've prevented that pain.

"No Advil? What a sham, as soon as we get home you're lying down and waiting until the Tylenol is almost done, then you're taking the actual painkiller," Phil instructed, Tommy opened his mouth to argue, "End of story, I'm not in a mood to listen to you moaning about how much it hurts all day long."

"Fine," Tommy said, a bit of a growl on his voice.

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The following weeks were absolute hell for Tommy, what's a kid supposed to do with a tail and ears growing in. It doesn't even look like it, it just hurts, and maybe one day he'll just wake up with a fully furred tail and ears. The only development he can see is in his hands, faint bristles of grey fur growing in as his nails shift to claws. Never has he ever wanted his brothers to come the fuck home since they moved out more than right now.

Sure, he's gotten in touch with the Enderian, but because he doesn't look enough like a mutant he isn't allowed into the group. He just has to sit steady and wait for the pressure in his tail bone and the constant headaches to end. Having Phil there to consistently chide him and keep him home from school isn't helping much either, he's just glad that he has most of his textbooks on hand instead of falling entirely behind.

He really doesn't expect to wake up in the morning to find a message from his older brother, simply asking how he's doing.

As much as that should make him feel ecstatic because he hasn't gotten any sign of life from Wilbur in years, it doesn't because he's so tired and sore. He sends back a 'hi' and a 'fine' before pocketing his phone and stumbling down the stairs, his balance feels way off. More so than usual, and he swears the pain is different and that the world is just a little bit louder. He grips the railing and he has to hold his hand differently than usual, still unsure of how to retract his claws (if he can).

He doesn't even bother mumbling a 'morning' to Phil, opting to head to the cupboard instead. He pulls down a bowl and a box of cereal, it's half empty even though he's sure they got it just two days ago, maybe he sleep eats sometimes. He wouldn't blame himself if he did, chocolate cheerios are absolutely amazing, he pours himself a bowl and grabs a spoon. He can't bring himself to add more than a splash of milk before heading out to the living room, crunching on the semi-dry cereal as he did so.

His vision was blurry and he was in too much of a half asleep stupor to even give a greeting to whoever it was that Phil had invited over. He takes a seat in the center of couch but he has to change how he sits cause there's a bit of pressure on his back that hurts. He takes another bite of cereal and places down the bowl, and then two of sets of not human arms are catching him in a hug. He gives a yelp of surprise and tries to push them off, the tusks in his shoulder and the feathers and scales against his face. He keeps shoving, tail thrashing about as his ears swivel left and right, trying to get a grip on whose visiting as he glances back and forth.

It takes him a moment longer to recognize who exactly has him ensnared in affection than he'd like to admit.

Tommy is simply rendered speechless at the fact of the matter that the two people hugging him are his older brothers. He was sure that both of them were dead, but, life likes to play him as the chump sometimes. Cause of course Techno and Wilbur decided to just drop in for no reason when he starts to mutate. When he's let go of he doesn't let them leave because who knows if they're just dropping by for one hug and then leaving for another couple years.

"So dad called up and told us you're a mutant," Wilbur began, arms staying firmly locked around Tommys torso, his leathery and feathery wings clamped to his back.

"We came as soon as we could," Techno chimed in helpfully, one arm slung around both Wilbur and Tommy, he tried to tilt his head so a tusk wouldn't dig into the youngest brother too much.

"I thought you guys were dead," Tommy choked out, his voice was strained and he hadn't felt this awake since the night he realized they weren't coming back (but they did come back).

Wilbur gave a nervous chuckle, "Yeah, I probably should've sent some texts, job forbid from it," He rested his head on top of Tommys, chin resting between two soft Procyonidae ears, gray fur soft and smooth.

"War isn't exactly a place with good wifi most of the time," Techno said, a hand coming to rustle between the striped fur of Tommys tail, it was new but it was no doubt his brother in every aspect. A scruffy little scavenger, no with the mutant hybridization to prove it.

Tommy twisted his head to stare at Techno in shock, "You were at war?"

Techno nodded, "Yep, wanna see some cool scars?" He was already gesturing to one tearing through his eyes, "I got this one when some fucker decided to get up real close, and real personal."

"Wilbur, what job did you take up?" Tommy asked, turning to his other brother, fear laced his voice.

Wilbur shrugged, "Nothing too extreme, something of the government varietal, they just fired me so I thought I'd drop by, be out of your hair-"

"No! Don't go again, do you have the slightest idea how annoying living with dad can be?" Tommy asked, unable to stop the words from escaping, he hadn't seen either of his brothers for so long, and now at least one of them is leaving all over again. He speaks quieter as his ears flatten to his head, "I missed you guys."

"I was just joking! I wouldn't leave you again even if you paid me," Wilbur said, squeezing his brother just a little tighter, serpentine tail with frayed frills wrapping around his brothers waist, "I promise man."

"I gladly second that," Techno added on, smoothly shifting his cape atop both of his brothers. He easily overpowered the both of them combined, and he definitely had to actively try not to hurt them when he pulled them in tighter, "The war sucked ass, I'll never go back unless you two are with me."

"I'll hold you to that," Tommy said, a bit of a sniffle on his voice as he clutched his brothers even closer.

"You better," Techno spoke back, voice quiet and almost a growl, to Tommy and Wilbur it sounded like home, like video game nights getting too competitive, like someone making fun of the youngest or the oldest.

"I expect that you do," Wilbur added on, voice a soft tenor, a dulcet calm that reminded Tommy and Techno of when mom first died and he took up singing Tommy to sleep, of the talent show in grade school and middle school, of verbal throw downs whenever someone dared to even look at any of them the wrong way.

The sound of creaking footsteps caught all of them off guard, but they still didn't dare let go because who knows when they'll get to be at each others side next. Phil walked down, wings crooked and feathers askew, he was sipping on a day old to go mug of coffee. He looked beyond tired, but he perked up when he saw all three of his sons stuck in a pile on the couch for the first time in years. His pace picked up a little bit until he nearly tripped on the final stair.

"You both made it over the border, thank fuck," Phil said, a sigh of relief on his voice as he collapsed down beside Techno, he outstretched a wing that his Suidae son leaned into, leaving Tommy and Wilbur behind.

Techno hummed, "Yep, thanks for emailing us those documents in the middle of the night."

Phil nodded, "Hey man, whatever it takes to get all three of my sons back in the same house, I'd fly you over the border if I had to."

Wilbur to hold back a snort of laughter, "I'd like to see you try and carry Techno with that Elytrian form, he's all muscle dad," As if to prove his point he reached over and pressed on Technos forearm, there was zero give past the fabric.

"Indeed I am," Techno said, he was so bold as to raise an arm and flex, he used that same arm to yank Tommy into a hug again, the mutants tail flicked, "I could easily carry all three of you at once if I so desired."

Phil scoffed, "Please, you could barely lift me an inch off the ground when you left," He pressed a hand to his chest in an eloquent manner as he spoke.

Techno slid off the couch and stood at full posture, Phil had to crane his neck just a little bit.

"Okay, yeah, maybe you could," Phil said, voice quiet as he spoke, Techno chuckled a bit at that.

"Wanna find out?" Techno asked, a grin on his face as he held out a hand, Phil gladly stood beside his first son, to find that he had grown many inches taller since he left.

Tommy simply watched as Techno easily hauled Phil onto his back, the Elytrian shifter spreading out his wings as he latched on for dear life.

Wilbur grinned a bit, "Hold still!" He was quick to pull out his phone and snap a pic, "This'll make killer album art."

"Album art?" Tommy spoke quietly, unaware his brother was making full albums.

"Hell yeah! I got into making some music, a couple singles got onto the radio, I finished up my first album a while back," Wilbur explained, he sounded simply ecstatic to be talking about this with someone who hadn't already heard it. Tommy nodded along as he listened to his brother speak.

"I've definitely heard your singles on the radio before," Tommy said, a soft smile was on his face.

"He puts them on loop!" Phil simply barged in with the accusation as he positioned himself to have most of his weight on Technos shoulder.

"I do not!" Tommy shot back despite how true it was. Of course he'd loop the songs, how else was he supposed to remember his brothers voice. He couldn't not loop those songs, it was how he stayed sane at night, having a chance to believe that Wilbur was alive despite the dread that it might just be someone who sounded like him.

Wilbur reached over to ruffle Tommys hair, "I'm flattered bro- I been lyric crafting, writing some chords about coming back home, I'll need everyone's personal opinion," He glanced up to Techno, "That includes you to brute!"

"You know I'm bad at music!" Techno spat back at Wilbur as he rolled his eyes.

"You're just bad at working out your emotions, so many songs are inside of you Techno! And I will tear them out if it's the last thing I do," Wilbur said, it sounded like a threat but there was no doubt caring undertones to it.

"You've tried before Wilbur! It won't work," Techno shrugged off Phil as he spoke, the Elytrian shifter flaring his wings out as he landed for balance.

Wilbur stood up, walked two steps closer, and pressed a finger to Technos chest. A smug grin was on the Phantlings face as he spoke, tilting his head just a bit to get eye contact, "Watch me."

Techno shoved away Wilbur who flared out his wings, "You can try and unravel my war stories after you're done with your genetic testing stories," Venom was on Technos voice and he couldn't help it, the instant hurt on Wilburs face was indeed gut wrenching.

"Dude," Was all Wilbur got out, voice a rasp, "You know that's what my songs are about," His voice was even quieter when he spoke this time, he felt a shake coming on, "You know I don't like to talk about it."

Phil stepped between them, "And that'll be enough for today," He pushed them both away from each other.

"Sorry," Techno got out, he sounded worried more than anything, he should've known better than to spit that at Wilbur.

Wilbur took a step back, the shake he felt was growing stronger and he felt a sting at the corners of his eyes. He clamped his wings to his back, "I, I'm heading to my room," He sounded impossibly strained as he spoke, trying to hold back tears as he left.

Phil glared at Techno, "Alright, in fifteen minutes you're going up there and telling him you're sorry."

"But-" Techno tried to get out, Phil raised a brow.

"You may be twice my size but you're under my roof again, and I don't want any discord between the two of you," Phil said, "Understood?"

"Understood," Techno lowered his gaze to the floor as he spoke.

"Good, now I'll be back when Wilburs ready to hear your apology," Phil said, pivoting on a heel to leave.

Techno heaved a sigh before dropping down on the couch next to Tommy. He brought one leg up, knee to his chest and he rested his chin on it, tusks on either side.

"Wilbur got tested on?" Tommy asked quietly, Techno nodded.

"Yeah, he didn't want anyone to know about it though; the things he was allowed was a pen, paper, and one other thing, he chose a guitar," Techno explained, "All of those songs everyone heard on the radio are about his time in the labs and wanting to come home, no one knows about that except for me, Philza, and now you."

Tommy nodded, he wasn't quite sure what to say, he reached around to grasp his tail. The fur was striped, it consisted of black and gray hues, he was a bit too shocked to focus on that though, "Oh, yeah, that explains some of the lines then," Tommy leaned onto Techno, "He'll probably forgive you soon enough."

Techno shook his head, his whip like tail, much more akin to a boars than a pig, coiled around his waist. He heaved a sigh, "He won't, trust me, last person who found he excommunicated entirely."

"We're family, that's different," Tommy said, wrapping an arm around his brothers shoulders, Techno leaned the side of his head against the top of Tommys.

"I guess," He wraps his arms around Tommys torso and rests a bit more of his weight on his Procyon brother who feels a bit of an ache.

"Techno, as much as this is great all, hugs 'n shit, I'm not that strong," Tommy said, trying to speak swiftly and get across his point, Techno instantly pulled back.

"Sorry," The Suidae said quietly, leaning the opposite direction, "Hows high school been treating you?"

Tommy gesticulated vaguely with his hands, "As it treats everyone else."

Techno gave a snort of laughter, "Tommy, me and Wilbur went to school mutated- how am I supposed to know what it's like for a normal?"

"Well, um, I still got bullied after you guys left, it just, felt like it was worse cause you two weren't around," Tommy explained, a wave of unfiltered rage washed over Techno but he shoved it aside. Of course Tommy still got bullied, of course having the mutants leave wouldn't make it stop. Tommy paused for a moment, "Cafeteria food was good, I got the stuff that counted as 'real food' compared to what the mutants got."

Techno nodded along, "Yeah, at least the food for the mutants has gotten better since I was your age," He shuddered at the sorry excuse of food that the school system tried to feed him on the days he forgot his lunch at home. He swears the full humans made a game of who could get the most in his mouth and down his throat, jokes on them, he could break their spines even more swiftly than he could back then.

"Oh yeah, they're given real potatoes and gravy now, sometimes they even have spare fruit or vegetables on the side," Tommy explained, he was probably speaking louder than he needed too.

"Nice, finally something the school is doing right," Techno said, a bit of a smug look on his face, "Back in my day we had sludge, we theorized what it was but could never figure out the true concoction."

Tommy shuddered, the fur on his tail stood on end causing it to double in size, "Gross," Techno hummed in agreement.

"Super gross," Techno said, a grin on his face, the tusks barely obscured it, "Do we still have that one type of candy lying around?"

"Like, the caramels Wilbur loved so much?" Tommy asked, Techno nodded, "Totally, Phil has recently fallen in love with Werthers caramels."

"How old is he getting?" Techno asked with a bit of laughter on his voice as he followed Tommy to the kitchen, he watched inquisitively as Tommy moved around a chair and perched himself on it.

"Old," Tommy answered with a shrug as he swung open a cupboard door and grabbed the first bag, not caramels, the second, some organic crap, the third, caramels. He tossed the bag down to Techno who easily caught it and tore open the plastic on his tusk, the sweet scent instantly bombarded him.

"Figured as much," He unwrapped a caramel with one hand as he headed upstairs, Tommy followed.

Neither of them dared to knock on Wilburs door when they arrived at the Phantlings room, Tommy could hear crying, so could Techno. Technos grip on the bag of Werthers caramel tightened, he hesitantly brought a hand to knock on the door. In an instant the crying came to a stop.

"Go away!" Wilburs voice was muffled through the door.

Techno pursed his lips before speaking, "I have caramel."

There was a brief pause of silence, then footsteps, and Wilbur was opening the door. He looked like a mess, his tail was wrapped around his waist and he had fresh tears on his face. He held out his hand expectantly and Techno placed a single candy in his older brothers hand.

"Sorry," Techno got out quietly as Wilbur scarfed down the caramel.

"It's fine, can I have another one?" Wilbur asked with a bit of a sniffle on his voice, he brought the back of his hand to wipe the tears from his face, "That lab testing didn't fix my metabolism."

"Just take the whole thing," Techno said, shoving the bag into Wilburs hands, "It's an apology, I guess."

Wilbur grabbed another caramel, "Thanks," He glanced to Tommy, "Nice tail bro."

Tommy looked down at his tail which he indeed had, it was pretty large. He flicked it experimentally, a grin on his face, "Barely noticed it," Wilbur gave a snort of laughter.

"You've had it all day," The musician stated.

"And I've had my brothers back all day too Wilbur, I find my family more important than myself sometimes!" Tommy snapped back with, pointing at Wilbur as he did so, the fur on his tail bristled and he was aware of it now.

"Fair enough, fair enough," Wilbur said, cracking caramels between his fangs as he spoke, "Wanna take a look at some of my lyrics I've been working on?"

Tommy nodded eagerly, so did Techno.

Wilbur gave a soft smile, "Then come on in, I got my guitar ready and everything."

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