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Two Paths, One Heart
"Where's mommy?" Alex asks quietly, and I smooth his hair down, glancing at Sam. He holds Tubbo close, soothing him quietly as we sit in the only other bedroom in our shitty apartment. Five sits on the other side of my lap, right next to Quackity (how there's room for a 5 and 7 year old proves how malnourished we are).
"Mommy's gone, Quacks, and she's not coming back. Neither is daddy." I mutter to the 5 year old, holding his head close to my chest, pulling Five in as well.
"Did I do something wrong?" Five asks, pulling back to look into my eyes. There are tears spilling out of his eyes, and I wipe them away with one hand.
"Quacks, Five, look at me," they obey, looking into my eyes, "No matter what anyone says, it wasn't anything that you guys did. You did nothing wrong. The only ones in the wrong here are our parents. You guys are the best kids ever, and I swear on my life, I will make sure no one harms any of you like our parents did to me."
They both nod, and I move our position into a more comfortable one. "Go go sleep, my loves." I mutter, and I can feel ad their breaths even out.
"I love you sis." Sam mutters, and I can hear as he falls asleep, Tubbo (only 2), already asleep in the 8 year olds arms.
I stay awake the whole night, too scared something might happen if I just close my eyes.
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"Is daddy mad?" Wilbur asks, our brother in his lap, only 6 but already really smart.
"Yeah, he is. But I won't let him touch a single one of you." I reassure, looking every single one of my younger brothers in the eye.
Philza (the second oldest at 8), holds Techno (the middle child at 6), as he silently cries. Wilbur (Techno's twin brother, slightly older by 7 seconds), holds Tommy close. I hum, trying to block out the sounds of screams and things breaking downstairs. All of them can still hear it, but my humming seems to calm them down.
"Do you think he'll calm down soo ?" Phil asks, still rubbing Techno's shoulder even though Techno's already sleeping.
I shake my head slowly. "I-" I sigh, "I really don't think so. Not tonight. I'm sorry baby."
He shakes his head this time. "It's not your fault sib."
I scoot closer to him, letting him lean his full body on him. I card my fingers through his blond locks softly. "Sleep, my little bird." I whisper, catching him nodding off. He doesn't even get a chance to nod before he's sleeping peacefully in our cramped closet.