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Tommy slowly lit the candles in the empty bedroom. Soon the room was lit with flickering orange flames. He sits on the carpet leaning back into his tiny twin bed. Tommy takes his time reaching to his right, picking up a thick book. Pages warble as Tommy reaches page 13 written in Latin. Tommy’s eyes focus on a light scribbling at the bottom of the textbook page. The light doesn’t help much, There is none around to help and the words aren’t the clearest so he starts to sound them out loud, “ O- O cruentus da-aemon inferno-ack-inferni, Sinite hunc locum introitus Regni tui– esse? ”
Tommy continues to squint at the words, for a while longer, “The Fuck, does that mean?”
“Old ancient spell to summon a demon.”
Tommy shrugs, “Oh makes sense. WHAT the Fuck! ” Tommy rapidly turns his head around to see a pink boar’s head looking over where his shoulder used to be. The Boar looks almost bored. Slowly two clawed hands lift across the bed as the boar lifts his body to an upright position. His Ivory tusks with rings of gold, almost touch the ceiling of Tommy’s bedroom. Apart from his hooved feet, and pink tinge the rest of the body was almost human.
“Your Latin is rough.” The Boar grunts as his Sharp teeth become visible.
Tommy drops his Latin Textbook, “Why-Why are you here? I-”
The Boar huffs, causing several candles to blow out, “You summoned me, you should be telling me that.”
Tommy laughs nervously, “Well I mean there has to be more to summoning a Fucking Demon. All I fucking said was that Latin chant!”
The boar raises his eyebrow, “Sitting in only candlelight, reading a book on Latin, the pentagram carved into the hardwood underneath the Carpet, you did more than just say the Latin.”
“I mean I guess so–THE WHAT UNDER THE CARPET?!?” Tommy jumps off the carpet, his feet slamming against the hardwood. Tommy tears his electric blue eyes away from his bed and the Boar to stare widely at the Red carpet.
“I assumed you knew,” The Boar’s monotone voice appears behind Tommy once more. Causing the small boy to jump back onto the carpet, and slip onto his behind, “Anyway what do you need nerd, I’m not able to leave this room ‘till I’ve done something for you.”
“Well I don’t need anything,” Tommy says as he bends over to pick up his textbook from the carpet once more. The floorboards creak once more as Tommy carefully steps onto the opposite side of the carpet, staring at the Boar again.
“Bruhhhhhh,” The boar groans, “that's why you figure something out. I don’t want to be stuck in your bedroom any more than you do.” He crosses his hands across his chest.
“This is your fault you know! You wouldn't be stuck here if you didn’t just appear when a kid summons you!” Tommy huffs. Tommy looks at his fluffy comforter and slowly steps to his bed. The bed creaks as he sits down, his feet awkwardly hanging to the side away from the carpet.
“I thought you were someone else. Not to mention most people know what they would want a demon to do when they summon them.” Technoblade huffs, his hooves clop against the floor, disappearing slightly as he steps on the carpet. The Boar stands above tall above Tommy.
“Well, Who even summons a demon these days!” Tommy opens his textbook to page 13 once again.
“You.”
Tommy stiffens, Gripping the page and wrinkling it. Causing the sound to spread out into the room, “Yeah well-”
“I mean the Latin clearly states ‘bloody demon’ so i don’t know what you expected.” The Boar releases a loud grunt. Tommy tenses, curling in on himself causing a rip to echo in the room. Tommy glares up at the Boar. The Boar's folded ears are pushed back, his eyes stare widely at the textbook.
“It said what?” Tommy says meekly.
“The line is close to ‘Oh bloody demon of hell, Allow this place to be the entrance to your Kingdom’” The boar shrugs, yawning, “You basically claimed that I can have your realm.”
“I did what?” Tommy curls even farther into a ball.
“Heh, I wouldn’t think anything about it. You aren’t exactly in a position to give away your realm, you should read the fine print.” The boar makes a noise resembling a laugh.
“Yeah well maybe you should shut up, I have to finish my homework! So go sit in the fucking corner while I think about a fucking request or whatever.” Tommy huffs staring at the ripped page. It isn’t a small rip, it spans most of the page. He’ll need tape or something. In black ink, the textbook says, ‘ Ubi est latrina ?’ what the fuck is that supposed to mean? Tommy Looks up and down the page looking for common words. All the words don’t seem to make sense. The only word he recognizes is ‘Est’ which doesn’t help him in the fucking slightest because all it means is ‘it’. Tommy pulls the book closer to his face, grumbling.
“‘Where is the bathroom?’ That’s what you are stuck on?” The boar's gruff voice appears next to Tommy again. The boar standing to the side of the bed.
“Latin is a hard fucking language, thank you very much.” Tommy lowers the book back to his lap. His legs unfurling till they hang awkwardly above the carpet once again.
“Latrina sounds like Latrines, a term used in the military when referring to bathrooms.” The Boar turns his head, away from Tommy in trade for the dulled-down maroon wallpaper.
“Oh, thanks.” Tommy looks down at the next phrase. ‘ Mihi opus auxilium ’ that one doesn’t look recognizable at all what the fuck does it even say?
“‘I Need Help.’” The Boar says gruffly. Tommy turns his head to the Boar who still stands next to his bed Gazing down at his book.
“You a demon needs help?” Tommy practically laughs.
“No, Tommy. That’s what the phrase says,” Tommy’s light smile falls, his face slightly red, as he whips his eyes back to the textbook, “Do you need help with your Latin?”
Tommy’s shoulders go stiff, and he curls inwards on himself again, the book squished to his face, the spine utterly snapped, “No?”
“Okay.” The Boar says simply, not making any move to leave anywhere.
(´・(oo)・｀)
The pattern continues, Tommy gets to a new phrase, struggles for a minute or two, then the Boar tells him what it says, and occasionally some ways to remember words. Eventually, the pattern changes until Tommy sits cross-legged on the bed giving his full attention to the Boar holding the textbook in one hand and standing on the carpet, just teaching a full lesson. Techno’s voice drones as he goes over common words and their counterparts in Latin, but never getting dull as he makes smaller jokes, and small stories that don’t exactly fit the look of the Demon Boar. By the time The Boar had finished his latest story - about how he ruined some farmer's career by oversaturating the market with the farmer’s main crop of potatoes, using demon magic and lack of sleep - the sound of a Car comes pulling up against the driveway.
“Wait, what time is it?” Tommy uncurls his legs. Swinging them down the side of his bed, his feet meeting the carpet. He steps quickly onto the hardwood.
“I’m a Demon I don’t have a concept of mortal time. Not to mention all of your curtains are drawn.” The boar deadpans with a grunt. Tommy ignores him and walks to the door to the bedroom opening it a crack.
A voice calls through the house.“Toms! I’m home.” The voice sings.
Tommy shuts the door quickly, “Fuck Wil can’t find out I summoned a demon!” He turns back to the Boar.
“It's not like I can leave until you give me a job to do.” The boar grunts.
“I- shoot!”
Tommy gets cut off by Wil’s voice, “Toms is someone else here with you?” Footsteps start to come closer to the door.
“I- uh- You Demon, I know what I want, I want you to come back here and Teach me more! You can be the great Tommy Innit’s -The biggest man ever’s- tutor!” Tommy talks in a hushed whisper.
The boar’s sharp teeth become visible, as he grins, “I Technoblade, A Demon of blood, agrees to become your Tutor in return for allowing me access to the Human realm.” As he speaks an unknown source of wind swirls around the room. It starts light but slowly grows in strength. The door to Tommy’s back Bangs he can hear Wil’s worried tone hearing only his name from his brother before his attention is turned to the increasingly louder screaming. The Boar, Technoblade stands in the middle, the Latin Textbook flying out of his hand. The wind grows so strong it moves the carpet and blows out the candles, leaving Tommy in complete darkness. To end it off Tommy gets picked up by the wind and placed on something soft presumably the bed.
The wind and screaming stops abruptly as the Bedroom door opens, with such force that it slams against the wall. The yellow artificial light of a lamp brightens up the bedroom. Wil, stands his brown hair pushed to the side, and his round glasses off center His eyes are wide, looking very clearly stressed, “Tommy who was in here with you!.” Wil looks around the room, “What happened to your room!” Wilbur raises his hands to his hair.
“Noone was here with me!” Tommy places a hand behind his neck, “and I got a bit messy?”
“Tommy I heard the voice of a grown man in your room!” Wilbur steps farther into the room, kicking the messed-up rug even farther out of place.
“I- was,” Tommy focuses on the smooth hardwood floor where the carpet was, “I was talking with my new Tutor. It was over video call, we just about ended when you got back.” Tommy smiles.
Wilbur steps right in front of the bed kneeling on the smooth hardwood, “Why didn’t you just say that Toms? You had me worried.”
“I- didn’t think I needed a tutor, and I could kinda tell,” Tommy vaguely points to Wilbur’s face, “Glasses.”
Wilbur fixes his glasses as he stands up, “I brought McDonalds, come out when you’re ready.” He sighs, making his way out of the messy bedroom, He turns around briefly, “Oh and you should tape up Dad’s textbook, apparently he got it from some really good tutor. He is way to attached to that thing.”
Tommy looks down at his bed finding the Textbook on page 13 the page he ripped. In the bedroom light, he can make out another faded line under the summoning spell, ‘Call me anytime Phil.’ He closes the Textbook turning away as he stands and exits the bedroom. Leaving the room a mess, various candles blown out spread across the room, the curtains pulled open exposing a full moon glowing amongst the stars, and a messed up rug exposing a completely smooth hardwood floor.