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It was a few years later when Phil, Techno, Wilbur, and Schlatt were out collecting food and supplies for dyes and potions. Wilbur was the one who found it. A kind of campsite made from ripped cardboard boxes. They had been flattened out and layed over the grass. Several worn old blankets were tossed on top in a haphazard pile. A crudely made wooden box held a rough clay jar of honeycomb along with sweet berries and edible mushrooms. It was an odd thing to find in a flower biome under a tree to say the least. But it showed signs someone had been there within the last day and considering there was food left, they figured whoever had made it would come back soon. So they gathered the flowers they wanted and decided they would come back later.
The next day they returned. Wilbur went to look through the blankets out of curiosity and that seemed to be what was needed to get the attention of the two small boys that lived there. A sound somewhere between a child’s scream and a cow’s bellow sounded loud enough to startle all four of them. A small boy with golden hair came charging out of the grass wielding two thick and sharpened sticks. One in each hand, he charged Wilbur continuing to scream like a tiny berserker. Wilbur, for his part, having been taught how to fight and defend himself by Phil and Techno over the years, dodged, grabbing one of the sticks as the other boy ram past him and wrenching it from his hand, using it to trip him. Wilbur caught the other before he hit the ground and held him carefully trying to wait for him to calm some.
The small hybrid had the red and white ears of a mooshroom. Small dark horns poking out of golden curls. He let out a more desperate sounding shout and much to even Phil’s surprise a second child appeared, out of the blankets, directly beside Wilbur, before the bird hybrid could react a surprisingly sharp set of teeth was sunk into his arm making him let the mooshroom boy go. The other slightly smaller figure retreated with his friend pulling a stick of TNT and a flint and steel out of his inventory. The mooshroom hybrid retrieved his sticks and they stood together against the other four. Who heads of curly blonde hair, two pairs of eyes as blue as ice and the summer sky overhead. A mooshroom and a moobloom, armed with TNT and sharpened sticks; it was one of the strangest things any of the rest of them had ever come across somehow.
Somehow it was Schlatt who got them to relax, Wilbur guessed later that it was the familiarity of appearance. But he had told the others to stand back, sitting down in the grass and talking to the scared hybrids. Eventually the moobloom had come closer, watched carefully by his friend, when he wasn’t hurt they both relaxed. The mooshroom hybrid introduced himself proudly as Tommy. The moobloom was Tubbo. They had been friends for a long time and looked after one another. With a little coaxing and reassurances from Schlatt the two agreed to go back with the others.
In the end it didn’t take long for them to settle into their new lives though they definitely had a noticeable effect on their older siblings, Tommy on Wilbur and Techno specifically as he was a skilled thief and they learned quickly by watching. Tubbo and Tommy both learned from Schlatt how to swindle using words, bargaining in their favor was learned quickly and used often. Phil could only sigh at how the group was simply becoming a bunch of learned criminals.
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Tommy by himself quickly showed an aptitude for weapons. His sharpened sticks were still his favorite simply for the good old shock it seemed to give people but a proper spear followed by a trident, a sword, hand axes, and even smaller knives quickly made it into the hybrid’s skill set for handling. It was honestly surprising to Phil how quickly he became proficient though he was never a master with any but his first chosen weapon. Growing bored of things quickly and insisting they move on. But he was attached to everyone around him, always finding ways to interact with everyone and get attention when he wanted it. It was amusing to him accuse poor Tubbo of being clingy as he clung to the people and world around him like a lifeline.
Everyone loved the energetic mooshroom boy. With his loud nature, contagious smile, and love of making others happy despite trying to give off the air of someone who didn’t care. He probably cared the most.
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Tubbo was always quiet, he was only ever loud and playful around Tommy and perhaps Wilbur. He liked the fireworks that Techno taught him to make and Wilbur taught him to shoot. He learned quickly about explosives and how to create hidden spaces. The small moobloom boy thrives on a quiet let chaos, he gave off an air of innocence that was ruined only when you realized he was the more malicious of the two. A child who would plan your downfall carefully. And it would work.
He loved bees and honey and flowers. But he also loved the smell of gunpowder and the look of something scorched by fire and his own two hands.
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