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Technoblade was making his way back to his home, after sneaking into L'manberg and almost getting caught. However he managed to slip away. 'What a bunch of nerds!' He thoughts, bringing a slight smile to his face. He took out his boat, ready to set sail.

However he paused when he heard something. He spun around, and scanned his surroundings. Nothing seemed too out of place. Must've been a rabbit. Perhaps a fox had stepped on a twig.

He couldn't be more right.

Fundy, Quackity and Tubbo hid, Ranboo had fallen behind and hadn't quite caught up to them yet. Thankfully for them they still laid undetected.

Quackity turned to Tubbo and held out his hand, the president, seemed a little hesitant however after a sharp glare he caved, handing over a small fabric bag.

Quackity smiled as he began to undo the golden string that kept it sealed. The bottle was like a ordinary splash potion. The strange liquid inside seemed to be a pinky purple colour.

He handed back the fabric which kept the potion hidden. The duck winged man slowly and cautiously approached and drew bear to the shape shifting pig. Pulling his arm over his shoulder he threw it.

Technoblade turning around a moment too late. Letting out a " HEH-" before the bottle smashed next to his hoofed foot. A purple and pink smoke quickly blocked sight of the crowned pig. Though some unusual and loud sounds where heard.

As soon as the smoke died down the butcher army approached, wanting to see if it had worked.

A small, tiny tusked pig sat there. Confused and alone. Of course the clothing hadn't shrank with him so Ranboo took it upon himself to collect it and fold it up neatly. Quackity laughing at the baby boar in front of him. Almost in tears from the laughter he felt. Though those sounds angered the child. He pinned his long ears down before getting into a defence stance. Staying on all fours.

This only got Quackity to shriek out in laughter once more, angering the baby Boar further. With the man not paying attention he attacked. Well... head butted him really. But with those tusks he had? Oh boy did those cause pain! In fact, Quackity let out a high pitched scream momentarily and held his head. He kicked the boar away as Fundy picked him up quickly before the kick hit him.

He held him and put his coat around him for some warmth. The small fluffy baby snuggled into him and seemed to settle almost immediately. A tired little piglet..

He glanced around as Quackity got on Carl, taking the clothes from Ranboo. It'd be easier to carry them on the horse after all. Quackity triumphantly smiled, pleased with his actions. Tubbo even stating how good of a plan this was. Now the fox pinned his ears back, he couldn't believe they- HE. Actually did this. He became nervous, he never even saw a baby before, let alone hold one! He doubted the others would know ether.

He only had one thought before they headed back into L'manberg. Pig in arms 'Oh fuck this is bad'.

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As the group walked back to their homes they seemingly forgot about the child they'd left unguarded. Fundy unsure went over to Tubbo, holding the small pink pig in his arm.

"Tubbo! What are we going to do with him? We can't just leave him out here. I mean, you knew what that potion did right? Surely you planned for this?" he stated, making a motion with his free hand to the large sized clothing held by Ranboo.

Tubbo seemed to freeze up for a moment, turning around to give a cold harsh and bitter glare to the small vonrable piglet before him. He didn't answer and pinned his ears back a bit before looking Fundy in the eye.

The fox quickly realised as his eyes widened with shock, almost stumbling over his words. "T-Tubbo...? You... you didn't did you....? My god..." he was surprised of coursed. Tubbo usually would have of had this sorted and planned out. why didn't he have this planned?

The fox froze, paralysed in shock. Which soon turned to a wave of anger. His pelt stood on end, his tail flicking with frustration as it poofed up. Snarling and bearing his teeth, ears pinned back he yelled "TUBBO SERIOUSLY ARE DID YOU NOT THINK THIS THROUGH WHAT ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO NOW?!?! "" He snarled baring his teeth.

The small pig squeaked as he scrambled and panicked to cover his long droopy ears with his hooves. The fox glanced over to the piglet and shifted him into his arms. Still angered yet he couldn't just not comfort him. Techno stretched for a moment and soon snuggled into Fundy's chest.

Fundy stared at Tubbo, the president sorted his tie out before speaking "Fundy, I'm busy. I have a nation to attend too. I'm sure you can figure it out. Find me once you've calmed yourself down. I don't have the time to deal with your temper right now." his tone was cold, sounding distant and tired. it was clear he didn't want to deal with the infant. In fact he could barely look at him without getting tense... He turned his back and began to walk off.

Curling his tail his eyes blazed with anger. He gripped his hands before Techno snuggled into him and soon fell asleep. He looked down and calmed down, giving the baby a little stroke. Gosh his fur was so soft! He smiled warmly, his tense body relaxing. he let out a soft sigh, turning away and watching Ranboo enter his home. keeping a mental note for the location of the criminals clothing.

He began to head home, his arm getting tired from carrying that darn pig. he somewhat struggled to open the door yet he pushed it open after having to move the small piglet a bit. he kicked his door closed behind him, making his way towards the sofa as he placed the baby down gently, careful not to wake him up.

The small pig yawned and let out a small squeak. stretching out his legs momentarily before tucking one hoof under himself.

Fundy began to start looking around for anything. anything would be good at that point. finally he found a spare blanket laying about. he picked it up and carried it, putting it over the small piglet. he himself finally took a seat and nearly collapsed.

"what a day....." he mumbled under his breath

A small oink interrupted his thoughts. Techno had come. he w over, his tail wagging a bit. he smiled softly. gosh this darn pig! so darn cute.

The pink fluff ball nuzzled into the fellow shapeshifter's side. He was so warm! With a nuzzle he soon drifted off to sleep. Fundy placing a hand over the piglet, letting out a soft sigh as he gave in and held the child close, curling up his tail around them both.

'what a day....'' He thought, careful not to wake the sleeping piglet cuddled into him.

'Maybe i should visit Ghostbur tomorrow. he might have some advice. Maybe some small clothes he might've kept..'

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Trigger warning: Anxiety, child abandonment and possibly other triggering topics.

Fundy laid sleeping, a small Techno huddled up with him, readying his head underneath his unofficial caretakers chin, snuggling into his neck fur. So soft... so warm..

Fundy POV

Cold.. so cold...

"Mom?.." he called softly. Hand held by his father, being led away from a dock. His ears pinned back as he felt tears coming up.

-goodbye my darling...-

"Dad?.." he asked. Walking over to the desk his father sat at, slumped over, half asleep. He tugged at his arm.. still sleeping.. still waiting..

- not right now.. I'm.. tired..-

"Wilbur!" He called out with joy as he pointed out of the window "they made it dad! " he grinned his ears perked up with excitement, his tail wagging.

-Kill me Philza! They all want you too! -

"Grandpa?" He said, the tip of his tail twitching as he approached the winged man who sat upon his sofa. He climbed up onto it and shuffled closer. Resting his head against his grandfathers arm.

- your fucking dead to me-

"Uncle!" He happily called. Running outside to greet him. Oh gosh they had so much training to do! Maybe he'll be able to beat him this time!

-don't make me kill you -

Ears pinning up he jerked awake. Eyes wide he stared up at the ceiling. He felt a weight on him.. he lifted his hand and felt his chest.. something furry.. a bit rough.. he looked down only to be stopped due to the small body snuggled into his neck. He grew with worry.

'What the hell is it!?

It wasn't real!

They hadn't really gone through with the plan had they!?

Oh no no no

This was bad.'

He froze for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts. It was midnight.. he couldn't just leave a child alone. Not like this. Especially at this time.

Where did he take it?..

Ranboo has his clothing...

Tubbo has his weapons...

Quackity has his horse...

He rested his hand on the piglet, subconsciously stroking his fur. In fact It even helped calm him down. He began to slowly relax again, his ears no longer pinned up, he shifted himself on his side. Moving the piglet with him, now his body acted as a barrier between him and the drop to the floor.

Though the little pink boar seemed slightly confused, too tired to really care he got comfy again and snuggled up to the fox.

he couldn't help but smile softly. though the pig in his arms was a war ciminal who had summoned two withers.... how? how had his once beloved uncle gone from this fluff ball of a child to the blood thirsty anarchist pig?

tomorrow we go to Wilburs... He should be able to help hi- no. he should be able to help them... at the very least give some helpful tips..

he curled his tail around himself. holding the piglet in his arms he let sleep consume him.

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Fundy's eyes fluttered open, the sunshine from the morning sun beaming on his face through the window. He groggy hauled himself up, sitting on his sofa. Hand on his head. Had they really did it? Was it done?..

No.

The little piglin stretched out behind him. Now aware the warm body he had been snuggling up to was no longer by his side. Half asleep he stumbled into Fundys side, pressing his head against his arm before nuzzling his way into his side.

Was he attached?

Did he like him?

No. He shouldn't.

The best word for it was 'clingy'.

A clingy little baby piglin.

Fundy let out a sigh before getting up completely. Managing to grab a old blanket that had once been his own. Wrapping the little piglin up he carried him gently in his arms. He needed da- ghostbur. Ghostbur should be able to help! Surely he remembered something.

He opened his door, unsure of what today's events would bring. Thankfully the sewer entrance wasn't far off. Bad news? It was the fucking sewer.

He perked his ears as he began to head there, opening the door, however there was a water lift. He nervously covered the piglins nose before hoping down it.

God they should install some ladders at least.

As he walked down the small hallway he soon got to the door. Knocking on before Ghostbur opened the door. He seemed overly happy.

"Oh! How's my little champion doing today?" He asked cheerfully

Fundy couldn't help but look away nervously.. he was so unsettling... those.. those eyes.. just had nothing.. no glimmer or anything.

The ghost quickly put a hand out, offering some 'blue' as he called it. Though he hadn't taken it Ghostbur got curious and then, finally noticed the blanket "I got you that! You still use it? I'm glad you love it so much! I remember making it with Phil! that was a good memory" he said blissfully trailing off.

Shaking his head the fox spoke up finally "Wilbur. I need to know if you have any clothing left? From you know... when I was about.. a baby?" he asked, trying not to stumble. This was awkward. At least for him. Wilbur probably didn't even pick up on the awkwardness of it all.

the ghost smiled cheerfully "oh i dont actually think i do unfortunately... I mean I think I did have some but they got...... well anyways you seem a bit sad? Here have some blue" He said as he handed over the blue substance. god knows what it is but it was nicely secured in a neat little transparent bag.

"Well thank you Wilbur, I'm going to go..." he said quick;y glancing away from the sight of his dead father, the blood stain on his sweater and mouth disturbed him.. well it did everyone.

Great. Now what? He seriously didn't keep anything at all? Typical.

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Fundy sighed as he stood outside, clouds had started to roll in. Grey ones. A storm unfortunately. His ears perked as a familiar voice called out for him

Tubbo. The president smiled and walked to meet his 'friend' he gave a slight smile as they exchanged the mutual greets.

"So, I need you for the next meeting with Quackity, we have a lot to plan-" the president paused as his eyes fell into the piglet in the foxes arms, he narrowed his eyes as he spoke firmly. "We need this meeting. But you can't bring him. I don't care what you do."

His ears were pinned up, what? Leave him unattended? Sure he is the enemy but he's also a kid...

The president must've noticed the hesitation on the foxes face, maybe a suggestion might ease his mind.

"he's a pig right? Just put him in a pig pen and he'll be fine" he said dismissively waving his hand before turning away "I'll see you there."

Fundys ears pinned down, he couldn't be serious? But... he couldn't exactly take him to a military meeting.

"H-hello Fundy" the endermen said as he look from a distance "I heard what he said... if you want I could take care of him? I mean if your comfortable with it"

youd do that he questioned, puzzled as to why. quackity and tubbo didnt want anything to do with him.. so why did ranboo

well they dont need me right now. he doesnt want me in the meeting for some reason.. but ill take him, well just be staying in doors given the look of those clouds he said as he glanced up before stepping fowards, arms ready to recive the little piglin.

with a bit of hesitation he handed him over gently, ranboo pulling the child close to him, dont worry, we wont be going anywhere else

the fox gave a nod and started to walk away. the little piglin seemed alarmed that he had left him. his ears pinned back as he watched him leave. however he was swiftly distracred. what is thsr did he really need to know what ever it is it feels great

ranboo couldnt help but crack a smile as the piglin tilted his head towards him. the coorect spot is always behinf the ear, no matter the animal or creature.

He flicked his tail as he began to make his way down the steps and towards his home, this would be fine right?.. I mean he doesn't seem to be doing much anyway, Techno just seemed tired actually. A simple nap might do. Yeah.

Just a nap...

Unfortunately this didn't happen. As luck would have it the piglin seemed interested in the venous pets the enderman had.

The cats mainly stayed still. They didn't seem afraid or startled at the little piglin, deciding not to risk it he sat the child down on his bed, he seemed tired?.. he was fighting it clearly he wanted to be awake..

Oh! A game should work. Yes. Now which one?

Tag?

No. Not enough room.

Hide and seek?

Still.. no room....

His home was small. There wasn't many games he could play... not many that would tire him out anyways.

PEEK A BOO

Yes yes yes! That could definitely work!

The elderman sat on the floor, now at a decent hight level the pigling looked at him. Ranboo quickly covering his face.

"Where's Boo?"

He smiled as he moved one hand, only showing his enderman half

"Here I am!"

Techno tilted his head, giving a smile and a little chuckle

Yes! okay its working, it won't be that bad.

The two continued their little game for awhile, taking their minds off the raging downpour outside.

Techno's ears however pinned up at a loud bang and a flash of light. He seemed... unsettled by it. He grew nervous as RanBoo looked at him, scooping him up before sitting on the bed with him. Nether of them liked the storm.

Techno nuzzled himself into the enderman. He was nice... he felt himself slowly drift off to sleep, though he fought it off. Until he felt the soft gentle hand stroke his fur... we'll forget fighting sleep, this was soothing to the little piglin as he finally gave in a drifted off to sleep..

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Fundy drowned out the voices around him. Though it was Quackity and Tubbo their bragging was a bit too much. They had turned the great blood god into a child.

Without a plan.

What had they planned to do if it worked?

No plan for childcare at all.

Had they- HE. Forgotten about that? So caught up in their self confidence of their scheme they'd failed to think it through... now he's stuck with a murderer and war criminal as a child under his care.

It couldn't be that hard surely?.. last night wasn't that bad.. Wilbur hadn't had any good advice for him ether. Or any really.

Ranboo was helping at least.. but.... who else? He.. he couldn't ask Tubbo or Quackity they'd ignore him. At the very least put off the little piglins needs.

Phil.

He would know. I mean it was no secret the two of them were close, surely he could-... would. Yeah he would help.

Plus he wa- IS his grandpa. He wouldn't turn him away right?

No. Not while he had Techno.

his ears perked as he felt eyes on him. they were watching. sloely coming back to reality he shook his head and tiredly looked at his superior.

"Fundy do you know the plan? have you been paying attention?"

"oh uhhh yea..... of course i have" Fundy glanced about. Tubbo staring at him and Quackity watching, his arms crossed.

"okay good. Tomorrow night and his reign of terror ends." Tubbo said firmly.

I have Techno.

Quackity has Carl.

Tubbo has his weapons.

Ranboo has his clothes.

Well. This will be a interesting night.

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TRIGGER WARNINGS; Swearing and Anxiety

The meeting is over. The fox silently leaves only giving a small wave goodbye. His mind raced with so many possibilities.. His head ached.. He couldn't think about that. No. Not on himself. Do NOT end up like him.

He looked ahead as he walked... Niki... He should tell her... but does he have the time? No. No he does not. With the rain coming to a end he got to Ranboos door.

The lights were on?

A late night perhaps?

He put his hand on the doorknob

Uh? Unlocked? At this hour?

his ears perked.

Ranboo was there, holding Techno in his arms, snuggling into the half enderman.

Well he's safe.. for now. He glanced around and started to go through chests and barrels. He needed to find Technos stuff. If he came back he would be pissed to be without his cape.

He found nothing but building supplies and the usual stuff. Growing frustrated he let out a small growl.

'DO NOT READ'

'DO NOT READ' is what the book was titled, the book he held in his paws.

He stared at it.

He was curious..

No.

No he couldn't look.

But would it tell him where the clothes were?...

He sighed and set the book aside. He'd come back to it if he needed too.

"what are you doing."

his ears perked.

shit.

he slowly turned around and forced a smile "h-heyyy Ranboo"

"what are you doing?" he repeated his question once more

"Ranboo. I can't keep techno here its far too hostile. I'm looking for his clothes. Do- Where did you put them" Firm. Commanding. His ears up, he was on alert. He was in command. At least, he hopes he is.

The tall hybrid let out a sigh and moved to grab his book. Flicking through the pages.

"Oh yeah I do have that" he said as he placed it back down and began to climb up the ladders, "one moment".

Fundy watched him go up and glaced around in search for the little piglet.

Of course hed snuggled up in some blankets. He couldn't help but let a small smile appear on his face.

He turned his head as Ranboo climbed back down the ladders, he had the clothes neatly folded over his arm, the cape too.

Fundy looked over, letting his smile fade as he took the clothes from the so called minute man.

"Thanks Ranboo"

"Oh uh.. No problem... " he said as he watched the smaller of the two 'adults' scoop up the little piglet wrapping him in his gown. Although dirty he'd surely love it.

And he did.

The piglet in his arms snuggled into it, the white sheep's whool was so so soft.. the perfect pillow for a sleepy little piggy...

Fundy turned to leave, holding the piglet in his arms and the clothes over his shoulder, he took a step outside the door after his associate had opened it.

"Wait"

The fox turned and looked over

"Your leaving aren't you?...".

The question was met with silence. He wasn't sure himself if it was a good idea. He couldn't mess this up. He couldn't. He couldn't, he couldn't, he couldn't, he couldn't.

He couldn't leave him.

He wouldn't...

Well, looks like he just made a promise to himself. He had to keep it.

"It's okay... I mean I can try and get Carl?.. You can leave in a few hours time. I got the compass with me... We don't need his weapons now? I can retrieve them later for you"

Fundy froze. A trap? He he couldn't leave within a day on his own. Hell he needed that compass.

"Fine. On one condition." He said

The enderman stared at him

"Help me get that dumb ass horse through the Nether."

The enderman hybrid let out a chuckle, "Oh I mean I can try too"

"Good." The fox said smiling.

The enderman hybrid opened his mouth to make yet another suggestion. "How about we meet at the community house?"

"Sounds good. Make sure no one sees you." He flicked his long tail, "I'll see you then" He walked away from the house and began to head to his own home.

Preparations had to be made.

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Fundy reached his home and placed the piglet on the sofa, putting the clothes over the sofa arm.

He looked around and began to dig through his chests. Food. He needed food.

Berries seemed to be appealing..

He grabbed whatever food he had and began to pack. Trying to fit a few things into his ender chest. The stuff he wished to take he'd carry on him.

Family album couldn't be left.

Well... it's the only thing he has left now huh.

He had his bags ready, night fall had came quicker then he had expected.

Techno was snoring at this point. He was loud. But then again. He's a piglin- pig? Ehhh what's the difference. Honestly only Notch knows what he is.

Everything he needed was packed. He scooped up Techno, with his items ready, pockets and bags full, it's time to leave.

He walked out of the door and closed it behind him. Glancing about he chose to avoid the prime path for now. After all not many or anyone outside of L'manberg's government know what they've done.

Phil.

Phil knows something.

He left a while ago. The moment we went anti pig. Yeah... he must've gone to techno's. He must've been gone when we took him.

Well that's one thing he'll have to deal with.

Hopefully he wouldn't mind that we turned his close friend into a child right?

Yeah best to prepare for the worst.

Hopefully it wouldn't come to that.

His mind snapped back into reality as he reached the community house. Walking through it he soon met Ranboo waiting just at the steps to the portal. Carl was there too.

Welp. At least he doesn't have to walk anymore.

"Glad you showed up"

The fox greeted his temporary companion. Both making their way to the portal.

"Say. Can you hold him for a moment?" The fox asked as he handed over the small child in his arms to the tall enderman.

Techno simply nuzzled into him. He didn't care about what was going on. Sleeping seemed like a good option.

Fundy got onto the horse and helps it's reigns. He had the lead too.

"Thanks Ranboo"

"No problem" he said with a smile as he turned around

Fundy smiled and went to head into the portal

"Ranboo! You got techno"

Ranboo immediately turned back around and muttered some apology as the piglet was handed back.

The three headed towards the portal, horse following closely behind. A sharp sound pieced the air.

You could probably hear a pin drop.

Fundys fur stood on edge as Ranboo glanced behind them.

"You go ahead, I'll catch up" the enderman hybrid said before quickly going off to find the source of the sound that had interrupted them.

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The three of them entered the post tail. Greeted by the hot burning smell in the smoke filled air.

Fuck.

It would've been better to have another set of hands.

Maybe letting Ranboo go off like that wasn't the best idea.

What if he was with them?

Traitor.

Spy.

But if he was he would've stopped him from entering the portal by now... with the horse on the narrow bridge and holding the piglet close he snapped out of his thoughts and began the tricky task of getting the horse through the Nether.

What. Was. He. Thinking.

Taking a horse through the nether with a child none the less. Why did I he think this would work? The bubbling lava bellow them serving as a constant reminder at their predicament.

There's no turning back now huh.

By dawn they'd know he had left. And by midnight they'd know he'd betrayed- no.

No he didn't betray them. He wouldn't do that right? He wasn't like him.

And even if he was he's not going to destroy Lmanberg.

............

"Shit!" He called as the horse edged towards the edge, with a yank of the reigns he regained control.

Well that was one way to pull me out of my mind Carl. He mumbled as the horse trotted along finally making it to the cobblestone path laid along the nether rack.

He glanced down to take a look at the piglet in his arms.

Techno had his head resting against the foxes arm and seemed to be watching the pigmen go by with a bit of disgust.

I mean who could blame him?

Pigmen are deceased Piglins after all.

The fox shifted a bit to get a better riding position. Soon turning the corner with the portal now in sight.

"I wonder how Ranboo is doing." He thought.

Ranboo was not in fact okay. or doing much really.

the rope tied tightly around him made sure of that.

"Where is he?".

"Ranboo answer us."

"I- I uhhh" Ranboo stuttered and tumbled over his words. The two figures loomed over him, despite being taller he had been forced on his knees, giving the two members of the butcher army a phychological advantage by making them self look bigger.

Quackity glared down. "You helped him escape. Didn't you?"

"No no no I would never-"" his please where soon cut off as Tubbo began to speak "if he doesn't come back in twenty four hours we will retrieve him ourselves."

Ranboo took a sigh of relive. One taken much too soon.

However. You have betrayed us in the sense of going behind our backs you aided the prisoner's escao

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Trigger warnings: anxiety/panic attack

Ranboo sat on his bed, curled up with his knees against his chest and his tail wrapped around his legs. he had heard the lock be attached to his door before it locked him in.

He grabbed his memory book and flicked through the pages. finally stopping at one titled:

Friends:

Tubbo

Fundy

Quackity

Philza

Tommy

Nuetral:

Technoblade

Eret

Niki

Jack

Sam

Enemies

Badboyhalo????

Eggpire????

He took his quill and dipped it in the ink before crossing out Quackity, then hovering it over Tubbo....

Friends:

Tubbo?

Fundy

Q̶u̶a̶c̶k̶i̶t̶y̶

Philza

Tommy

Nuetral:

Technoblade

Eret

Niki

Jack

Sam

Quackity???

Enemies

Badboyhalo????

Eggpire????

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Fundy stopped at the nether portal as he took in a deep breath.

There's no going back now...

Carl trotted forward into the portal, the bitter cold nipping at their skin quickly. Techno quickly hid his face in Fundy's shirt and gripped onto him with his hooves.

The fox glancing down and and moving the large cape around the piglet, he glanced about, a large beacon of light caught his eye. He took a look around, with nothing else in sight he pulled out the compass. It pointed right at the beacon.

He pulled Carl towards that direction as they began to head there, Techno kept snuggling into him, the fox shivered as the wind blew cold and bitter snow at them. The mountains towering over them as they passed through the passage, the cottage coming into view.

The horse began to pick up the pace a bit, the lights were on, okay that's a good sign... Phil! Okay thank god he's home.

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The winged man sat on the sofa, keeping an eye on the door. Techno should've been back. He left for a nether trip. Now it's been close to two days. He sighed as he glanced out the window, his pointed ears twitched at a familiar sound.

Hooves on snow.

That's odd though, Techno left for a nether trip. Not to go to a village. Even then it didn't make sense. They had villagers in the basement, and he would've walked there instead of taking Carl.

He got up walked to the double doors, opening it and going to greet his old friend.

Instead he found a fox tying Carl to the wooden pole.

"Fundy?! What are you doing here?" Phil asked as he pulled out his sword, his feathers puffing out.

The fox quickly turned to face him "W-w-w-wait! Don't hurt me please! It was a mistake I promise! I didn't mean too! I-I-I"

The blond looked his grandson up and down, a bundle of clothes in his arm. That caught his eye. "Fundy. What happened. And where's Techno?"

Fundy looked down and moved some of the fabric out of the way, a little annoyed oink was the response he got.

Phil froze and stared Fundy in the eyes.

"Get in the house. Now." He said firmly, his feathers starting to relax a bit.

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Trigger warning: Swears and implied thoughts of murder of a child

The fox sheepishly followed his grandpa in the cottage, shivering at the change of temperature form the warm fireplace.

Philza took the cape from him, as well as the other over sized clothes. "Go sit at the fire, I'll get some blankets for you".

Fundy gave a slight nod as he walked over, he sat down at the fire, the little piglet streching his body out before moving over to the fire, he got infont or as close to the fire as he coulf before snuggling up into a ball.

the fox watched him moving his paw forward.

should he be that close to the fire

oh no he goes to grab the piglin however he pauses.

'Why'

'Why should I help him after all I've done'

'After all I've lost for this fucker.'

he felt himself tighten up as he thoughts consumed him. he zoned out completely.

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Techno didn't care. about anything actually.

Well maybe one thing..

Warm.

Warm was what he wanted.

The bright colours naturlly drew him closer.

The dancing flames didnt help his odd fasination ether.

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"hey! Techno back off the fire pal." The man called.

Phil gave a little smile as he gave a blanket to Techno. Well gave wasn't the right word. more like dropped. It was big enough to engulf the little piglet.

Fundy resived one as well, it was soft and fluffy he wasnt going to lie about that.

"So.. you... when did you leave Manberg?"

"as soon as I came home to find my house ransacked and my compass stolen." Phil said rather... bitterly? I mean he had good reason to be mad, bitter and resentful. He had gone into his place of residence and destroyed a lot of stuff. There wasn't any denying that.

"And then you helped capture, arres- kidnap and executed him publicly." The winged elder had broken the silence yet again "without so much of a trial." He glared down at the fox "you tried to take away my friend. Congratulations. I hope you got what you wanted, I'm assuming you didn't think this through. Tell me. How long will this last?"

"I.... we don't actually know... all I know is that we had a back up plan and this was it. I didn't ask any questions."

"Are you serious? WHAT THE FUCK! You threw a potion at him. Didn't know what it would do but then got surprised when it went wrong!?! What were you thinking!"

The fox stared at him, ears pinned back before his hopeful expression died.

Hostile.

Both here and at home.

He zoned out and soon stopped reacting to his grandfathers emotional outburst. Instead he stared at the sleeping piglet.

'Privileged asshole.

A loving friend.

That's what a brutal murderer and war criminal gets.

A happy life.

While he. Had to watch his own father play favourites with some CHILD unrelated to him!

No one listen to him. Not during L'manberg's fight for independence or now.'

He didn't know how long he stared at the little monster.

He could feel his paws flexing. His claws too......

One swoop with his claws... just one... and this would all go back to normal....