I'm pretty sure that Eret doesn't have specific pronouns, so that's why you'll be seeing their pronouns changing.

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/M/n's POV/

"So..." Karl trailed off, playing with his shirt, "What are we gonna do?"

It had been about 10 minutes since Tommy's party had started, and almost all the guests had shown up so far. We had invited almost literally everyone on the server.

The people present so far were Dream, George, Sapnap, Callahan, Sam, Bad, Tommy, Fundy, Wilbur, Skeppy, Eret, Niki, Quackity, Karl, Phil, Puffy, and Foolish. I had also managed to contact Technoblade, who was also coming.

Tubbo and Ranboo had told me that they were going to come, but that they would be a little late. People were streaming, but everyone had decided that it was just going to be regular streams, not a lore stream or anything.

I turned to Karl, "Well", I said, "Are there any games you guys wanna play?"

"How about truth or dare?" Niki suggested softly, playing with her hair. Chat started to fill up in agreement. "Chat's saying yes, so I guess we're playing truth or dare!" I chirped.

Everyone was sitting in a giant circle, except for Callahan, who was swimming around in the water. Tommy smacked his hand into the ground, "Youngest goes first!" He announced, and I snorted.

"Alright Tommy," I said, "Truth or dare?"

"Dare!"

I thought for a second, looking around. "I dare you to... stack five cookies on your forehead. If you can do it, I'll let you eat them." Almost instantly, Tommy shot up to go look for some. He returned a little while later with five cookies. One after another, he carefully balanced them atop one another on his forehead.

Unfortunately for him, the fourth cookie wobbled and fell. I snatched it out of the air and held it up. Never, in my life, had I seen Tommy look so disappointed. That is until I handed him the cookie. "I was going to let you eat it anyway," I said, and Tommy practically devoured it.

"Guys!" I heard from behind me, and I turned around. Ranboo and Tubbo walked up a hill, but they were walking a little slower than usual. Almost carefully.

And when they got closer, I could see why.

Walking between them was a small child.

When they got closer, he froze and hid behind Ranboo's legs. I got up from my spot and walked towards them. But I stopped when I noticed the child shrink back more. So I just stood there, for a good two minutes.

Eventually, he peeked out and tentatively walked towards me.

Keeping completely still, I watched as he circled around my legs, poking at me.

"Michael seems to have taken a liking to you, U/n," Tubbo said curiously, watching as Michael ran around and under me, letting out squeaky grunts. He clung to my leg, so I reached down and lifted him up.

Michael let out a loud squeal and patted my face with his little hands. I eased up tremendously. I had been stressed all day, this was the serotonin boost I needed.

"How are you bud?" I asked softly, and Michael snorted, placing his hands by my mouth...

Then into my mouth.

"Ah", I said, keeping my mouth open so I didn't accidentally bit down on Michael's hand. He touched at my teeth, which caused me to gently take his hand and remove it from my mouth. "Don't do that, hon. My teeth are extremely sharp."

Michael only gave a quiet grunt in response.

Ranboo and Tubbo had wandered over to everyone and sat down in the circle. I walked over with Michael in my arms and sat down, placing him in my lap. "Who's next?" I asked, placing with Michaels' floppy ears, while he let out squeaks of amusement.

"I will," George said, "Sapnap, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Who was the last person to call you by the wrong name?" George asked, and Sapnap sighed. "My mom," he admitted, "She called me by my sisters' name before correcting herself."

"Is that what it's like to have siblings?" I whispered to myself.

"Eret", Sapnap said, "Truth or dare."

"Uhh... dare, why not?"

"Let someone draw on your face with a permanent marker," Sapnap said, and Eret scrunched up his face. "Fine," they said, and I stepped up, marker in hand. I had handed Michael off to Niki, who was on my left. She was playing patty cake with Michael at the moment.

I knelt in front of Eret and carefully drew two small, black hearts underneath his eyes. Sapnap pouted, "That's not exactly what I was hoping for", he pouted, and Eret cooed, "I love these!" they squealed, pinching his cheeks. I mock bowed, "Pleasure doing business with you."

Sitting back down, I gently took Michael back from Niki.

Michael took of the clasp on my cloak and messed with it. His little hands running over the button, and, being a curious child, he pressed it. "Oop, he figured it out," I chuckled softly. Michael held the two connecting sides of the clasp and snorted curiously.

I could hear the repetitive sound of Michael clicking and unclicking the clasp. He was having fun. For the time being, I ignored the noise and focused back on the game.

Skeppy had to throw freezing cold water onto Bad for his dare. Bad had just accepted his fate at this point.

"Alright," I said, biting my nail, "Ranboo, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Have you ever cried during a movie?" I asked, I was genuinely curious.

"Yeah", Ranboo shrugged, "I cried during Toy Story 3."

"Understandable, have a great day," I quickly said. You'd be surprised how emotional those movies get.

"Dream, truth or dare?" Ranboo asked.

"Dare."

"I dare you too..." Ranboo hesitated, looking around the room. "I dare you to put one of your legs behind your head." Not the worst dare you could've given. And Ranboo had to make one up on the spot, so...

Dream leaned forwards slightly, bringing his leg towards him. He then ducked under his leg and placed it behind his neck. Unfortunately, when he did, his leg made a loud cracking sound. It didn't break or anything, but I noticed Tommy flinch. Dream brought his leg back down and rolled his neck.

"U/n", Dream said, I knew what was coming, "Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"What's one of the worst things you're capable of doing?"

It suddenly became eerily quiet. Which was understandable. Considering all the time I actually spend on the Smp, no one really knows much about me. Even Michael seemed to notice the tenseness and patted my face. I smiled down at him, "The worse thing I can do?" I mused, looking back up, thinking.

"I guess... Okay, I have to give some context," I said, pausing, "I had this friend in college who was majoring in psychology, right? And she had an interest in the human mind, along with studying body language. She was, to say the least, kind of crazy. But she still graduated, so...

Moving on. She was actually really protective and independent. So, she taught us things individual things about the human mind. She taught one of us how the mind operated, and another about how to manipulate someone." When I said that, Tommy flinched again, but I continued.

"And mine was probably the worst. See, she saw me as this guy that was tall, sure, but someone who didn't stand up for himself. I was kind of a pushover in college, to say the least. I was in culinary school for crying out loud! Culinary doesn't exactly strike fear in the hearts of the populace.

Sure, I may know how to handle a knife really well, but people weren't exactly threatened by me. I've bulked up since then, but I was tall, lanky, and awkward. A perfect target for tormentors. They would pick on me, shove me into the walls. Stereotypical bully stuff. But I was one of her best friends, and it actually made her mad that I didn't stick up for myself.

So she taught me my secret weapon. I would only use it in desperate situations if I needed to. I've practiced over the years and gotten better. Thanks to her, I can look at someone and find out their weaknesses and strengths in only a few seconds." I hesitated for a few seconds, was telling them about this a good idea? Shaking off the feeling, I continued.

"With how I am now, I can harness those weaknesses against them and drive them into the ground. Mentally and physically."

Foolish, surprisingly, was the one to speak up. "What", he stuttered, "What does that mean exactly?"

My horse skull mask shifted down slowly, revealing stark white eyes.

"It means... I can rip them mentally to pieces."

The air seemed to get sucked out of the air. "Ah", Phil let out, his voice pitched higher than usual.

It was tense... until I snorted. "Ha! I didn't think you guys would take me that seriously! Relax. While what I said may be true, I like you guys too much to do anything bad to you."

"Holy shit, U/n," Fundy said, "That was terrifying."

I shrugged, smiling, "I try."

"And the acting award goes to..." Quackity said, patting his legs in a mock drumroll, "U/n!" He said, pointing at me. I rolled my eyes and flicked a pebble at his head. "Oh please," I said, "I'm not an actor. I'm just more convincing when I need to be."

"U/n" Wilbur said, "Were you serious about being able to do that? Like, can you actually?"

"What, the mentality destroying thing? If that's what you're asking about, yeah. I could probably look at you right now and list some of your weaknesses, but I won't." I said, standing from my spot.

"Where are you going?" Puffy asked, and I turned back around.

"To get the cake of course," I said, "this is a birthday party."

The minors cheered. Michael had followed behind me, his little feet tapping the ground. I shuffled around for a bit, searching for the cake until I heard a snorting next to me. Turning, I smiled when I noticed Michael reaching for the cake. "Oh, you found it. Thanks, bub."

Placing the cake in my inventory, I picked up Michael and brought him back over to the group. I handed him back to Ranboo, and Michael cooed.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, dear Tommy... Happy birthday to you!" Everyone sang, and Tommy smiled.

Passing the cake off to Puffy, she cut into it and passed out the pieces.

Tommy and Tubbo practically dove into their pieces, devouring them. Mouth full of cake, Karl asked a question, "Who made this?"

"Niki and Puffy made the actual cake", I said, pointing at them, "And I decorated it." Karl gave an approving nod.

Looking around the circle, I accidentally made eye contact with Sam. Looking away quickly, I glanced back up. He was still looking at me. Pursing my lip, I looked back at him. Closing my fist, I brought it to my chest. My fist hovered over my heart, and I moved it in a circle.

Sign language for 'I'm sorry.'

Sam looked at me oddly. "I'm sorry", I mouthed, and he nodded. I think it was a type of silent pact kind of thing, he says nothing about what happened, and I say nothing.

"U/n," Tommy said, "Do you have any birthday stories?"

I paused, my fork freezing half-way to my mouth. "Birthday stories?"

"You know", Tommy nudged, "Funny stories that happened on your birthday. Or just birthday facts." I thought for a second, did I have any birthday stories? Oh, wait, I got one.

"I do actually have a fact about me," I said, making Tommy perk up, "Ever since I was thirteen, I've kept every birthday card I ever received. I actually have them in a box somewhere in my house..."

Tommy tilted his head to the side, "But why keep all of them? Isn't that a lot of letters?"

I shrugged, "It is, yeah. But I just like to look at them... Your birthday is only one day a year, and to me, it's just nice to know that someone remembered you and took the time to make you a card. No matter how short the message inside maybe."

"That's..." Tommy paused, "That's actually really sweet." I shrugged, "I guess."

"So if I sent you a letter, you would keep it?" Tommy asked, repositioning his spot. "Yeah, I would," I said. Tommy looked deep in thought.

"Something on your mind, kid?" I asked, and Tommy looked up at me. "It's just... I wasn't really expecting much for my birthday. But this...? Thank you."

I smiled, placing a hand on his head.

"No problem, kid."

-TBC-

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Happy birthday, TommyInnit!! Hope you all enjoyed it. Sorry for holding off on publishing, I just wanted to publish on Tommy's birthday.

Btw, what do you guys want M/n's sexuality to be? Or do you just want this story to be platonic?