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"-the food is in the fridge, if there is an emergency call me with your communicator and please don't destroy the house. Can you do that, Techno?"
Technoblade scowled at the older man. Why did he always expect the worst from them? The other two weren't even listening! Wilbur was in the living room playing with Tommy and he had to suffer through phil's talk and warnings. Being the oldest sucks. Wilbur may be the one taking care of tommy but he is the one taking care of both his brothers.
"Don't worry about it, Phil. Everything will be fine"
"That isn't reassuring, at all"
"Listen, I got it. I will clean the plants, water tommy and feed the house. Piece of cake"
"You will what"
Techno quickly pushed him out of the house.
"Have a good trip!"
He closed the door and turned around. This will be easy. It's almost time for dinner and then it's tommy's bedtime. He walks into the living room to find a panicked looking Wilbur, searching under the pillows of the couch.
"What are you doing?
Wilbur stopped and looked at him with wide eyes.
"I lost Tommy"
"You WHAT"
They started searching together. Looking under tables, chairs, behind curtains, lamps and he was no where to be found. This was bad.
"How did you even lose him?"
"I don't know. He was here and then the next second he wasn't"
"He's obviously not here anymore. Let's check upstairs"
"Yeah, good idea"
As they were heading up the stairs they heard a small giggle.
"Did you hear that?"
"That was definitely Tommy"
"When I get my hands on that fucking child I swear-"
"Shhhhhh, I think it's coming from your room"
They tiptoed quickly to Wilbur's room and slowing opened the door. In there was Tommy sitting in the edge of Wilbur's bed with a piece of paper and crayons, drawing peacefully. The two boys looked at each other and had a whispered conversation.
"Am I seeing this right?"
"I think so. Is he really drawing? This is the most quiet he's ever been. I'm worried"
"Where did he even get those? And why is he in my room? He has his own"
"To be fair you have the biggest bedroom in the house"
"Excuses"
Tommy had apparently noticed them arguing at the door cause he raised his paper and showed them the drawing with a big smile on his face. Clearly proud of his work.
"Is that.."
Techno couldn't finish his answer from the shock. Tommy had drawn the three of them and Phil holding hands and wrote in big colorful letters the word family. He also misspelled his name. Last time he checked he wasn't called "tecno".
"Awwwww, Tommy!"
Wilbur found it very cute for some reason and went to hug his younger brother. Those two got along pretty well, it was almost strange.
"Wilby!"
Okay, Techno had to admit the kid is cute sometimes. He didn't have the heart to yell at him for disappearing.
"Come on, it's time for dinner"
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"Why isn't he eating?"
"Maybe you should try the airplane technic"
"Wilbur, do I look like someone that would do something like that?"
"....is that a trick question?"
Techno sighed. He was trying to feed tommy for the past ten minutes and the little demon was refusing to eat.
"Can you give me a water bottle from the fridge?"
"Yeah, sure"
Wilbur got up from the table and went to grab a bottle of water. On his way back he stabbed his toe at the kitchen table.
"FUCK"
"Fuck"
Pain temporary forgotten, they both turned to the direction of the toddler with horrified expressions. Wilbur took control of the situation.
"Tommy, that was a bad word. We don't say bad words"
"Yeah, Tommy. Put 1 dollar in the swear jar"
"Since when do we have a swear jar?"
"Since now. I'm gonna get rich off of you and Phil"
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The next day at breakfast, everything seemed to be okay. Phil had returned and was the one feeding Tommy, giving the other boys time to relax. They were hoping that Tommy had forgotten what happened yesterday.
"So, boys. What did you do yesterday?"
"Fuck"
Phil's eyebrows shot up and he looked at his oldest.
"Don't look at me. Look at Wilbur"
"You little snitch"