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Unlike what most people would think, Tommy came into this world quietly.
Born on a spring afternoon, Tommy came into the world quiet, with no screams, no shouts, no heartbeat. Tommy was quiet, and his mother soon followed, heart, failing, falling, beat dropping. Panic erupted next, to save both the boy and mother, shouts and shocks. Tommy was quiet, and then he was not.
A cry erupted from the boy, heartbeat rising, and his mother took a gasp and a breath. They were alive. Tommy came in quietly, but he was far from such. Crying, shouting, the baby, infant, was red and loud.
But he was alive. His mother, Kristin, breathed a cry of joy. Her baby boy was alive.
And Philza, father to now 3, could only cry in pure relief. The love of his life was alive.
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Thomas ‘Innit’ Craft. That was his name, a somewhat normal name compared to his brothers, yet Kristin loved his the most. Thomas, Toms, Tommy. Sunshine, Baby, Starlight. So many nicknames fit into his name, so many perfect little iterations for her youngest.
Born prematurely, Thomas was stuck in the hospital for days before Kristin and Phil could bring him home, but when they did they were bombarded by their other 2 kids, Wilbur “Soot” Craft and Technoblade Craft, twins that were 6 years old, whose curiosity grew at the bundle of blue in their mothers arms.
“Boys, meet your baby brother, Thomas,” Kristin whispered, bending slowly to show the two their newest member. Phil behind her, a smile on his face, waiting to see their boys' excited reaction.
A pause as they looked at the boy named Thomas, chestnut brown peering at crystal blue.
“Ew, he looks gross.” Wilbur broke the silence, a smile wide on his face.
“I don’t like his name, we should change it.” Techno continued, his own eyes shining with love.
The response nearly took Phil out, a gasp of “Boys!” escaping his lips, yet Kristin couldn’t help but laugh. Thomas didn’t find it as funny, arms escaping the blue blanket to smack Wilbur straight on the nose, like the angry infant he is.
“Well then, let’s give him a nickname huh?” Kristin suggested, eyes shining in mirth, watching as Wilbur let out a yell at Thomas's well-aimed smack and Techno barely avoiding his other, Phil’s laughter playing in the background.
She can just tell, her boys will get along just fine.
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And grew up loved, her youngest son was. From the start, Thomas, now known as Tommy, grew up loud as a boy who shouted and laughed. And he slotted so perfectly into the already loud Craft household.
He fitted easily, even with the household's busy schedules, even when Phil had to leave for work, or Wilbur for classes or Techno for competition, Tommy stuck close and loved them with all his heart. And his mom, Kristin, was still by his side.
It didn’t take long for Tommy to figure out that his family was a bit different. He noticed it first when he was 4 and a lady in yellow approached him while he was beside an ice cream cart waiting for his brothers. She had a phone in hand, recording Tommy, as she said hello then asked questions that Tommy could not understand. It wasn’t until his brothers noticed and immediately started shouting, telling the lady in yellow just how rude and scary she was, before grabbing Tommy’s hand and moving away before the lady even got a chance to speak.
Afterwards, he noticed it more. Like the fact his Dad’s name was sometimes on the movies they watched or the fact that his mom showed up too. He saw his brothers on posters and names on the news.
He knew his family was different especially when he was taken to his first red carpet at 5.
He remembers it vividly. Remembers how he had been playing and running around with Wilbur, Techno sat aside quietly as the other 2 laughed and made a ruckus in their living room. His mom walked in and immediately grabbed him, lifting him up and twirling him around. His dad followed, in his hand carrying 3 different suits, black and sleek, and slight sheen in their designs.
Wilbur and Techno groaned in annoyance, causing Phil to laugh but still pressing the ironed suits into their hands before passing the last one into Tommy’s awaiting ones. His blue eyes widened as his hands touched the silk suit, feeling along the bumps of the hidden embroidery and his mom laughed her loving laugh. Bouncing him and telling him how gorgeous he’ll look in his first suit.
He remembers how his mom helped him and she left promising to be right back and returning in a gorgeous gown. The same black and embroidery as his suit. And in her hand was a purple bowtie that she helped put on and she made sure it was just right. Not too tight but not loose. Perfect.
And he later saw his father in a similar suit, hair pushed back. Wilbur quickly came over wearing his suit, teasing, but still complimenting Tommy in his. Techno also came over and carefully clipped a small golden bracelet on Tommy’s wrist, proudly showing off his own, saying now they were matching.
How before they left his mother pressed a big smooch onto their father’s lips and left a purple mark. And how Tommy laughed with his brothers about it. How his father chased them and gave them their own kisses. His mother tried to cover her giggles when they returned with purple stains on their faces.
They spent an extra 5 minutes wiping them off before leaving in a long black sleek car (He later learned it was called a limousine, a stupid name for a stupid car really), laughing about it on the way. And when they arrived, Phil was the first out of the car, followed by Wilbur and Techno, shouts could be heard from outside and Tommy was almost blinded at 5 from the flashing lights. But Kristin simply smiled, stepping out of the long car before turning around and picking him up, shielding him slightly from the lights and screams, surrounding him in her warmth.
“Sunshine, Honey look.” a small whisper echoed in his ears, encouraging him enough to slowly look up to see his mom, her hair splaying down and seemingly acting as a curtain to the rest of the world. “Are you ready to see the world?”
Tommy remembers thinking that’s stupid, he already saw his world in his family. But he nodded along, and his mom smiled her signature smile, and he smiled back.
“Okay Tommy, show them who you are, the world’s watching.”
She slowly moved him across her hips, resting him on her side, and finally, he saw it. He saw the world, on that red carpet, people dressed to the nines in vastly different kinds of outfits, posing in front of the biggest cameras Tommy had ever seen, flashing clicks and shouts of ‘Look over here!’ or ‘Turn this way!’
It was amazing, and Tommy was enraptured with it all.
The night passed quickly by then, they were posed on the ridiculously long red carpet, being passed around as they allowed the photographers to get all kinds of shots, some of the whole family, some of just him and his brothers, some with just his dad or mom and some by himself.
From that night on, Tommy knew his family was different. They were special and talented. They were different, they had the world watching them.