Chapter One

Prickles

(Ya'll probs like, 'Mess, didn't you just start Yellow?' Yeah, and I have the attention span of a two year old. Live with it :).)

(Philza is a dad technically, Wilbur and Techno act like twins, Tommy is the only one who can tell them apart. Winged!Innit AU as it said in the summary.

Tommy awoke with tired eyes and a large yawn. Hair tousled, blankets and sheets wrinkled from tossing and turning all night just to be comfy, settling to just lay there, uncomfortable, but eventually falling asleep. And now he was annoyed that the prickling returned only a few seconds after he woke back up. Back feeling like an itch, yet Tommy not being able to reach it, he slid out of bed slowly, pulling on a pair of tan jeans and a white and red short sleeve, like usual, and pulling on white socks. He stared in the mirror, almost forgetting who he was looking at. Hair everywhere, eyes tired and eyelids still drooping, and slight bags visible from the two nearly sleepless nights. He picked up a brush and pulled his hair together, his face though a quick water splash cleaned it up a bit, his eyelids were still droopy, and bags were still visible, but it gave him a feeling of freshness.

He moved down the stairs slowly, and into the kitchen where Philza was standing at the stove, frying eggs.

"Morning, Tom!" Philza chirped, looking up before a look of concern settled on his face. "Did you sleep well?" Philza asked.

Tommy gave a tired nod and a thumbs up. Philza seemed to bite the inside of his cheek, but let it slide. Tommy successfully ignored the prickles spreading on his back in a vertical line, itchy as hell, and he held onto his thin patience very carefully. One movement would give it away. Why the hell was this never ending itch even there? It had just started off small, and now was at the point of falling into the unbearable section. Techno sat at the table, a dictionary in front of him, and Wilbur staring at sheet music. Tommy sat in his usual chair, and toyed with a fork sitting there, balancing it between his fingers, unnaturally quiet, and Wilbur took notice of this silently, glancing up for a few moments at the younger male before looking back down. Why was Tommy so quiet? Tommy was usually chatting about plans he had or a weird dream, or about how he was gonna sock Dream at some point, only to never do it. Not being quiet and retreating. Quiet was definitely not a trait of Tommy's. You would know that from the first five seconds of seeing him, or hearing him. Wilbur attempted to focus before sighing and tucking his sheet music away, right as Philza came in with food.

"Tom? I'd like to talk to you after breakfast. Just a short conversation, and no you're not in trouble." Phil said a few minutes into eating. So Phil had noticed too. Wilbur continued eating, eyeing Tommy confusedly.

"Got it." Tommy replied, tiredness and exhaustion coating his voice. Wilbur pondered if this was the reason Tommy had been moving all night. They could hear it from the room over.

As Wilbur finished, so did Techno. They both stood and set their plates in the sink, watching as Tommy stood as well, and set his plate in the sink after rinsing it, and then awkwardly following Philza outside onto the porch. The two twin like males glanced at each other before pressing their faces against the window to try and listen.

"Tommy, I want to ask if you've been getting sleep." Philza asked a genuine, simple question.

"Yeah, I just struggled to fall asleep a bit last night. That's all." Tommy replied.

"I'm just wondering, is there something like, I don't know, going on, or something else…?" Philza asked, trailing off a bit.

"No, not really. I mean, I've had this never ending itch on my back for a few days now, that's it…" Tommy responded.

Philza hid his shock well.

"I was hoping it would take a while longer…" He muttered. Tommy looked at him confused.

"Tommy, as you know, I have wings." This fact was known in the family. Tommy nodded.

"Even if our blood is very distant, you carry the same trait. The itch is a sign that it's coming close to the time yours will grow in. The process is… highly painful, but I'm really only shocked right now because of how early it is. I'm guessing your body is trying to prepare if something else big happens such as another war or similar, but, if you wake up and your back feels like it's on fire, you get straight to me. Got it?" Philza explained.

Tommy nodded.

"I'm guessing this is why you haven't been able to sleep?" Philza also asked.

Tommy gave verbal confirmation this time. "Yep."

"Alright, now we've cleared that up, you will know now when your wings will come in." Tommy was still in awe.

"Now, I give you full permission to go slap your brothers for listening."

"SHIT TECHNO WE GOTTA GO."

"I KNOW!"

(Hi. This is short, as most of my chapters are, but yeah. I like the Winged!innit AU a lot so I'm writing this. Enjoy as you wish.)