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The day was November 16th, exactly 6 years since Tommy’s older brother had left 17 year old Tommy with his dad and uncle Techno to become a famous actor.
And the bitch hasn’t even messaged anyone since his goodbye.
So obviously, when Phil (his father) had gone to Tommy to say that Wilbur had messaged him earlier that morning to tell them that he would be back for the Christmas holidays, he was rightfully pissed off. What kind of brother leaves his family with only a note to never be able to be seen again or message because he decided to change his number.
That wasn’t even the worst part in Tommy’s oh so great and masculine opinion. The worst part was that Wilbur will be looking for his sister not his brother. While Tommy has not only successfully physically transitioned, but also socially. He had been officially a man by the eyes of the law for 3 years now!
Yet he cannot bring himself to watch those shitty interviews about how popular actor Wilbur Soot’s amazing younger sister Thalia who ‘defied her gender roles and played the drums’ and ‘Is quick and fast witted with her jokes’. No, he was Tommy ‘Loud mouthed drummer who always must do a 1, 2, 3, 4’ and ‘A crudely creative young man’ .
And guess what. Tommy was proud of that fact! Hell his bus driver had loved his loud humour and crude jokes so much that he had been only kicked off twice! That was much better then in primary school where he was completely banned from using the bus as he used fuck in almost every single sentence!
He felt the bus come to a halt. Quickly realising that he had arrived at Tubbos house. Picking up his bag he ran off the bus giving the driver a quick ‘Thank you!’ before running up the driveway to Tubbo’s house.
“TUBBO! OPEN UP I’M HERE!” Tommy yelled whilst knocking on the door. Sounds of a door unlocking were heard, before he saw a short (but extremely buff) ram hybrid was in the doorway.
“Tommy! Where were you? We were supposed to start 10 minutes ago!” Tubbo yelled, pointing his finger up at Tommy. “And don’t lie about how ‘Shroud went missing’ we all know that you wouldn’t dare let that damm spider in any danger”
Tommy put his hands in defence, slowly taking a step or two back, his ear flicking. “Look Tubso, my fucking dick of a brother decided to come back after 6 years this morning” Anger lacing his tone. Tubbo, the clingy bastard, immediately understood the situation.
“You wanna talk about it bossman?”
“Fuck yeah.”
Tubbo quickly let Tommy in, walking up to the spotted pill bug hybrid and quickly catching them up to what they were talking about. Letting Tommy to sit down on the couch. Ranboo and Tubbo soon sitting on either side of him. Tubbo putting his hand on his right shoulder, letting him have a comforting weight.
“He. He just,” Tommy stuttered. Ranboo looked over, putting their hand over Tommy’s own. “He just fucking left us with a note that only said ‘I'm off to be a famous actor, see you never again’ and I’m expected to fucking welcome him with open arms?”
Tommy started to clench his hands, Ranboo looked up at Tubbo before back at Tommy asking a simple question. “Do you want to play a few songs to get your mind off of it? Maybe we could then end it early and get pizza?”
Tommy nodded in reply, getting his sticks out of his bag before taking his spot behind the drums. Ranboo and Tubbo both getting their guitars (electric and bass respectively) and Ranboo walking up to where their homemade mic stand was.
Tommy lifted his sticks up, yelling out a “ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR” before slamming them down onto his kit. Electricity flooded throughout his veins. Sound entering his ears. Ranboo’s voice flowing well with Tubbo’s masterful playing. A smile started to grow onto Tommy’s face, closing his eyes and allowing the music to just. Take over.
After a few more songs they decided to finish up and go get some pizza. Once they went to the place and ordered the pizza Tubbo decided to ask some questions about Tommy’s brother.
“Does Wilbur know your trans Tommy?” He asked, eyebrow quirking.
“Fuck no. He hasn’t talked to anyone since I was 17, I came out when I was 19. Plus have you seen those stupid online interviews about his ‘rebel sister who doesn’t give a fuck about femininity?’ of course he wouldn’t know” He grumbled out, taking a bite out of his pepperoni pizza.
They sat there in silence for a few minutes, enjoying each other's company while happily chowing down on their pizza. That was until one of Ranboo’s antennas poked up in remembrance. “Oh! I was able to secure us a gig next Saturday at the local pub!”
Both Tubbo and Tommy’s eyes lit up at the same time. “YOU WERE ABLE TO DO WHAT?” They both shouted at the same time.
Ranboo lifted their arm to scratch the back of their neck, “Yep! I was asked ‘do you know anyone in a band?’ and I was like ‘I’m in a band!’ So I got us a gig!”
Tubbo started to shake his hands in excitement, cheer shown over his face. While Tommy had his face stuck in shock before he reached across the table and started to shake them.
“DUDE! This is. Woahho Ha. This is great! This is the start of our future!” Tommy shouted. The three continued to talk about their gig until late into the afternoon, soon Tommy got onto the bus while Tubbo and Ranboo both walked back to Tubbo’s house.
Tommy had informed Phil and Techno at dinner, both having a happy reaction to the information, with Techno giving Tommy a harsh pat on the back before pulling him into a noogie to congratulate him. Soon after he went back up to his room and got to bed, with hearing a small bit of a conversation Phil was having. Probably to his new girlfriend, Kristin, about something.
It was finally Saturday, Tommy had just arrived at the pub with all of their homemade merch to be put on a table that Quackity (the pub owner) decided to put up for all the bands playing. Tubbo had started to tune his guitar as Ranboo was doing a few microphone checks. He quickly set up all the merch and went off to help Tubbo and Ranboo.
After a few hours people started to fill into the pub, with Tommy seeing Phil, Techno and Kristin walk in giving them a wave. As soon as the pub was filled enough to have a good audience they decided to start playing.
Ranboo went up to the mic and started to try to introduce the song that they were playing. “Um hello. We will be playing ‘squashed skunk’-“
They quickly got cut off by an excited Tommy raising his drumsticks and yelling out “WE ARE DISC EXPLOSION! ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR!”
“You broke into my home
promising that i would never be alone
and yet you lied
waiting for me to just die
You said i was your world
nothing could get between us
yet when it came to the first hurdle
left like a tremendous mess
And yet here you smell
Like a squashed skunk
You had it all
but now you’re in the dump
I cut my hair
you looked away
called me a freak
i guess i was never meant to stay
And yet here you smell
Like a squashed skunk
You had it all
but now you’re in the dump
You broke me heart to pieces
You said i was all cared about
your lovely little sister
even if i was your brother
telling that you always loved me
but yet when it came to that choice
you left me there to rot
And yet here you smell
Like a squashed skunk
You had it all
but now you’re in the dump
And yet here you smell
Like a squashed skunk
You had it all
but now you’re in the dump”
The song finished. Ranboo taking a step back and Tommy finishing off on the final beat of the drums. A few people did clap, someone out of the corner of his eye went up to the merch table they had set up, but most people just continued on with their conversations not really caring. But it was ok! It was their first gig and they had made at least one (One!) merch sale. And to them, that's all that mattered.
They went backstage and started to gush to each other about just how well it went. Deciding to go back out and get some celebratory pub food and a drink. Tommy quickly met up with Phil, Kristin, Techno and.
And.
And Wilbur.
“What are you doing here Wilbur? I thought you were going to come in the Christmas holidays.” Tommy scolded, anger washing over his face. He wasn’t meant to be here this soon! He had so much more time to prepare to come out! This was stupid.
“Well my darling little sister- ” Wilbur started to coo.
“Brother.” Tommy cut him off. His tail madly shaking behind him as Wilbur’s wings suddenly dropped.
“But I thought you were a girl.” Wilbur said, with a somewhat questioning tone.
“Well I’m a boy called Tommy and I’m not drunk enough for this fuck off.” Tommy waved his hand at Wilbur, walking over towards the bar to grab a glass of beer.
“Wait Th- Tommy” Wilbur ran behind him, panting. “You just played right?”
Tommy nodded slowly, untrusting of whatever batshit plan Wilbur had come up with.
“Well I could make it up to you, maybe convince my director to put one of your songs in my current film.”
Tommy stopped right there. So many emotions bubbling up inside him. Should he feel happy that Disc Explosion could feature in a famous movie that will make millions at the box office? Or should he feel pissed that the only reason he could be getting it was because Wilbur wanted to feel better about himself?
Fuck.
Tommy really needed a drink.
“Wilbur, I am too tired for this mother fucking conversation. Talk to me when I am with the rest of my band, or tomorrow morning when I’m not needing a drink. Fuck off”
Tommy went and ordered something, starting to drink it. It was strong, but talking to Bitchbur was much stronger and harder to swallow in his ever so expertly opinion. Wilbur sat down next to him, he slightly moved his seat away. His eyes drifting to meet someone else’s eyes. There, Quackity, the owner of the pub was.
“Big Q!!! How did you like the show?” He shouted, waving his hands to get Quackity to come over. Quackity’s face lit up when he heard Tommy’s voice.
“Tommy, I am the bearer of good news.” Quackity waved his hands up, “Apparently one of the guys here wants to give Disc Explosion an offer!”
“WHAT? Oh, hahaha! Wow! Let, let me get Ranboo and Tubbo please just. Wow.”
“He gave me this number and address to where he’s located. Something about a character in a movie he’s doing”
Tommy quickly dashed away from the bar, running to find Ranboo and Tubbo. Both whom were near the stage where they had just played, talking to some other musician who seemed to be bonding well with the two, holding a trumpet in one of his hands. Ranboo looked up to see Tommy and waved him over whilst the trumpet player walked up to the stage.
“Ranboob. Tubso. A director wants our music to be in our film,” Tommy blurted out, his hands excitedly waving around, “He wants us to be on set on monday to see what song fits best”
Needless to say that no one could hear that poor trumpet player after their screams of excitement.
It was finally monday. The players of Disc Explosion walked onto the set, quickly meeting up with the director, some guy called Dream, had started to walk them over to the music studio to where they would play some of their songs.
They started playing some of their songs, communicating with Dream before he made his decision. Being a scene with a major character who was, guess what, trans! Every single one of the players looked over at one another, excitement pure over their face. A character who was just like them had a song made by people like them!
When he went back home he started gushing to Phil and Techno about just how awesome it is.
“And, and, and the character that would have a scene with our song is transgender! Just like everyone in the band. Do you know how good this is?” Tommy blabbered, mouth full of chewed up potatoes.
“Theseus, eat first.” Techno said, his fork moving around as he talks.
Tommy did an over-exaggerated gulp when the door slammed open, revealing a dishevelled Wilbur.
“Hey man, you feeling good?”
“Fuck off Tommy.”
“Woah, woah, woah. Don’t yell at me. What's up?”
Wilbur sighed, putting his hands on the table before moving them onto his face. “It’s just, issues with the script with my director”
They all looked at one another before Phil spoke up. “Mate, what type of issues?”
Wilbur looked back up. “It’s the villain. Dream wants them to be some man who thinks he’s a girl and uses it to kill innocent girls, which i said was horrible.”
Tommy’s fork dropped.
“What.”
Wilbur looked over to Tommy. “Yeah, yeah. He wanted to use a song by a group of trans people to use in a montage as she kills people”
The world went silent.
“Wil. My band is playing.”
Many emotions went through Wilburs eyes sadness, confusion, fear, shock, then finally, anger.
“Toms, tomorrow I’m going to have a conversation with Dream”
Next day on set Wilbur started walking towards Dream, Tommy walking behind him as if he was a dog on a lead trying to convince him otherwise.
“Dream!”
Dream turned towards Wilbur. “Wilbur! What are you doing with Tommy? You were meant to be at hair and make up currently! And why is one of our musicians with you?”
“Well, I quit”
Wilbur’s fist made contact with Dreams face.
“- and on the set of the up and coming film ‘Monster of Patriarch’ by the beloved director Dream had been beaten up by famous actor Wilbur Soot over issues in the script. With the main villain of the now cancelled film being a caricature of a transgender woman-” The news lady droned on as Phil napped on the couch.
Tommy picked up the remote, turning off the tv and going up to his room. Whilst on the way up he was stopped by Wilbur.
“Tommy, I have so much to make up for you and I will do anything to make it up to you. These past few days have been PR hell and I think if I help on a smaller film I- '' Wilbur was suddenly sushed by Tommy’s finger zipping up to his mouth, effectively shutting him up.
“Look Wilbur, you have a lot to do. And a lot to work on.” Tommy sighed, looking up at Wilbur’s pathetic wet cat demeanour. “But if you are willing to help with our music video for our Youtube, you might be able to start the path of redemption.”
Wilburs face lit up, a grin spreading across his face, wings puffing up. “Really? What song?”
Tommy put his hand on Wilburs shoulder. “You will find out on filming next Monday”
Wilbur stood there for a second as Tommy walked back to his room.
“Wait. Isn’t that tomorrow?”