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“Will you shut up”   

There’s the man they were looking for.  

“What the fuck big man! Why didn’t you tell me Dream was here? You didn’t even tell me my brother was alive! I thought he was dead Techno!”  

“Techno I know are deal wasn't clear but come on! Why the fuck is Tommy and Wilbur here?!”  

“What the fuck is wrong with you Techs? I thought- Why is dream of all people here? Please for the love of death don’t tell me you're taking care of him?!”  

The one time he leaves to get some supplies they all decide to stray from the routine. He knew this was bound to happen, but he didn’t think it would happen so early on. Then again, his dealing with Tommy, Dream, and Wilbur all under the same roof. Really what was he expecting? For them to get along?   

That was quite stupid of you, my champion.   

Shut up. I can deal with you later; I think there still screaming.  

They are. Quite loudly as well .   

I hate this. Why did I agree to this?  

Loyalty. Always been your greatest fault.  

Oh, shut up. What are you Shakespeare? And are they going to stop screaming or not? It's hard to explain when everyone screaming their lungs out.  

I bet you ten gold one of them is going to pull a sword.  

Just ten? I say twenty for someone pulling an axe.  

Deal.  

Can they at least move out the way? I want to put these supplies down.  

Why don’t you just scream over them? I've heard you be louder than those three together .  

Well yes but I'm tired and frankly my vocals would rather much not. 

Weak.

Shut.   

You know what? You might be up to something.  

Can't wait to see their face of complete fear. They’ve never seen you angry at them, right?  

If my memory serves me right, then no. They all have way too much trauma for me to actively scream at them.  

Oh, this is going to be fun .  

“WILL YOU ALL BE QUITE FOR ONE SECOND” It was like magic. They all had a look of surprise and horror. Techno hadn't realized but his tail was slashing dangerously behind him and his canines all out in display. His ears twitching at every single sound. He put the bags of supplies on the floor. He would deal with those later. When he heard a response, he was slightly surprised until he remembers that Wilbur was also a piglin hybrid.  

“Or what?” Wilbur's tail was swaying as dangerously as Techno's. His canines were also out, but they weren't as sharp or as long as Techno's. He was trying to show dominance. It didn’t really scare him, he’d been over this a thousand times with him since he was revived. It was usually just a game, a little thing to remind them of when the roles where reverse and it was Wilbur taking care of Techno. But he wasn’t feeling like playing a game right now.  

It's truly pathetic that he’d tried.  

It happened before he could stop himself. He was up in Wilbur face, which he knew Wilbur disliked, and took his wrist to bring to his eye level.   

“Step  down ” It sounded more like a growl than anything, but it seemed that everyone understood since the other two froze and Wilbur made himself smaller, his tail wrap nicely between his legs and his canines nowhere to be seen. He could feel bad about yelling at him later, but he was way too tired to deal with their bullshit.  

The bottle has overflowed it seems.   

“Will you all shut up so I can explain?” There were nods all across the room. His voice still sounded more piglin than human, but he could deal with that later.  

You’ve been saying that a lot recently.   

Shut up.   

“First, Wilbur, our newest addition,” Wilbur flinched when he said his name. He ignored it, “The reason his here is because Phil somehow found a way to revive him and couldn't take care of him in the hell place, L’manburg and since I'm far away he asked me if I could take care of him until he could leave. And it seems I can never say no to Phil so here he is.” He knew what he was implying with that and honestly? He couldn’t care less.  

“Now Dream, fucker made me a deal and I took it. So now I'm here helping reverse whatever the fuck the Dreamon turned him into because apparently having a supernatural being in your head makes you a professional on how to deal with them. That and the whole favor thing because of the Bucher army.”  

Rude. Out of all things you compare me to a Dreamon? I'm not even close to that disgusting species.   

“Rude” He can see dream was trying not to be worried and be the confident little thing the Dreamon wanted him to be. He thought it was ironic that people saw him as the puppeteer when in reality he was the puppet.  

 “Says the child abuser” He didn’t realize he said that out loud until he saw the giant flinched from Dream. He should probably care, but he really didn’t.  

That might be my fault. You really should go to sleep. I don’t think I've seen you sleep in months.  

Shut it, I can deal with that in a minute.  

You keep saying that.   

I can deal with it later okay, let me finish with this.  

If you say so.  

I do.  

“And Tommy is here because as annoying as I find him, I don’t have the heart to let him die in a snowstorm in a middle of a freezing tundra.” Thankfully his voice sounded a bit more human now.  

 He knew he would have to talk to them all individually, he said some nasty stuff and they would all want a better explanation. He'd have to talk to Wilbur and probably apologize for the aggression he had just shown. He'd probably have to help Tommy get used to being around him without being all jittery again. Staying up one more night to help with the nightmare of his abuser living in the same house. And Dream? Well, he didn’t say anything that wasn’t true. He was a child abuser. It was a hard pill he had to swallow.  Sure, he could have said it in a nicer way, but he didn’t deserve that.  

Go to sleep.  

Oh shut. Since when are you worried about my sleep schedule?  

Since it apparently makes you act more like me, an uncomfortable amount.   

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, right?  

Don’t even.   

“Any more questions?” Everyone said no. It was both upsetting and funny that everyone was refusing to look him in the eyes.  

Sleep now.  

But the supplies-  

You can deal with that later, can't you?  

You got me there.  

“Okay here what we going to do.” he knew he couldn’t keep all of them in the same house, but he was way too tired and did not have the patience to deal with anything without getting a headache.  

It seems that your superpower to ignore sleep deprivation symptoms has run over.  

“Dream go up to my room and that where you're going to be sleeping for the next few weeks. Wilbur you should be fine sleeping next to the guest room. Tommy you can choose between the basement or the room farthest from the guest room. If any of need me, I'll be in the living room. We can talk about the specific in the morning.” Everyone left to there on rooms in a shock for basically being punished.  

If you even wake up in the morning.   

What are you trying to imply with that?  

I'm just saying you haven't slept in months and we both know what happens when you do that.  

And the only reason that happens is because of you.   

He didn’t hear anything back.  

Wait.  

Please tell me you are going to let me wake up. I don’t think those three can live in the same house without killing each other, including now that they know there living under the same roof.  

You need your rest.   

Wait you can't just-  

You should get the thickest blankets, there in the closet.  

Wait a minute-  

 He felt himself moving without wanting to. It was always weird when he did this. He could see his arm moving and getting the blankets, but it didn’t feel like he was the one moving his arm. He was moving forward but it felt like someone was moving him along, which he guessed was what was happened.    

Suddenly he felt the exhaustion finally catching up to him. His vision got blurry, and he felt like a rock flowing in river.   

Go to Steve.  

So, he did.  

He brought the thickest blankets he had left and hadn't given to his special guests towards his support polar bear Steve that was next to the fireplace. Steve was a giant polar meaning he was the full six feet and could easily kill something by simply putting his weight upon it. His tried to promote Tommy sitting next to him, but the kid is completely horrified of Steve. Which he guessed was understandable, Steve could easily kill him.   

He laid down and put his head where Steve neck was and just curl himself next to the bear and put the blankets on top of him. Steve, being the absolute Chad he is, let him and even curl himself like a giant rock letting use his whole body like a giant pillow.  

He loved this bear so dam much. He'd have to introduce him to Carl.  

He needs to visit Carl. He hasn’t visited in a bit.  

He was so, so, tired.  

He almost didn’t hear the faint whisper in his ear as his vision went black.  

Good night Techno.  

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Tommy sat on top of the counter as Dream and Wilbur were sitting with him at the table. They were all currently in the kitchen as Dream somehow woke him up since they were all too impatient and wanted answers.  

Don’t worry about the sleep thing, I'll be taking care of that. Just answer their questions and go to the guest room, Phil won't mind he barely ever uses it.   

You said that yesterday.  

Well yes but yesterday you didn’t almost down a whole pack of medicine. How are you not dead? There is no way you didn’t overdose.  

  Technoblade never dies.  

Ah Yes. Stupid question on my part.   

“Alright what do you wanna know? All questions are allowed.” It was going to be a long day. Hed just allowed the three most annoying and loud people on the server to ask him any types of question they have. Knowing Dream, he probably asks personal questions since he didn’t specify what type of questions. He would also be interested as to how he took care of all of them, at the same time, without going insane. Wilbur is probably going to want the story in detail on how the other two came along and the logistics of keeping all of them from knowing of each other. Tommy is going to want an explanation as to why. Why would he allow his abuser to be here, Why and how is Wilbur alive and breathing?   

All in all, a very long day.  

Is this how you felt taking care of me?  

Not at all. You were much easier to handle. Except when you decide that I could go fuck myself and started worshipping death because and I quote, “If he won't visit me, I won't worship him.”  

In my defense your honor, you never visited.   

I visited once a month you fuck.  

Once a month isn't enough. That and you didn't even buy me anything. Months of waiting for you without even bringing me a gift. Awful.  

Petty little shit.  

See? This is the reason I don’t worshipped you. Death was much nicer.   

Come off it.  

“I have a question,” Tommy was the first to speak up, “Why is Dream here? I told you what he did to me. I don’t want him here. And Wilbur? I saw Phil put a sword through his chest. I saw ghostbur. He shouldn’t be alive.”  

“Well, wasn’t me who did that. It was the Dreamon”   

“Oh, that did happen, didn’t it? I forgot about that.”  

“How do you forget your own death?”  

“Wouldn't that be like a traumatic experience you remember? After all it was your father-”  

“Look who's talking about traumatic experiences.”  

“Yeah Dream, I'm pretty sure you are the main reason people have trauma in this server.”  

“It wasn’t me- It was the Dreamon!”  

“What the fuck is a Dreamon?!”  

“Dreamon or not you still did what it told you to do.”  

Are- Are they answering their own questions while arguing?  

Thank gods. That makes my job easier.  

You just have to prevent a murder.   

Do I have to prevent it thought? It would be incredibly fun to watch tommy try to kill Dream.  

True.  

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“Sir there are four rapid objects coming from the north! What should we do?” He heard the knight say in a hurry. Him and George were having a good day. There wasn't many meetings George had to attend today, and it was just a little paperwork that had to be done. They both knew that when George gets an easy day of being king it usually means that the next day will be work non-stop, so they were just talking and chilling in George room.  

He had to admit, he’d missed being able to just talk to George without any formalities or any duties in mind. It felt as if they were just kids again, George being a prince and Dream being a bodyguard apprentice.  

Of course, just because it felt like they had no responsibilities didn’t mean they didn’t have them.  

A knight had Knock the door. George looked surprised but exited. He knew George had been hiding something all day, but he refused to tell him what it was. He told him to go outside to deal with the knight as he would get ready.   

His knights were doing the usual patrol when they saw four flying objects going directly for the kingdom from the north. Right by the entrance of the kingdom, where they would be met with the gray walls and the market.  

They could just be avian coming to trades or a tourist, that being one of the biggest incomes of the kingdom, but they couldn’t take any chance. Tensions have been high because of wars they were not a part of, and they’ve already had a few minors' attacks to try and pick a side in the war. Thankfully, the war was more up north, meaning they would have to travel many miles if they wanted to get so down south to reach the kingdom. So, if this people were part of the enemy teams, they must be tired with travel, but there also flying which tends to be a faster way of travel only avians get to experience. If there just civilians who are trying to visit the kingdom and they attacked, it might show that there hostile and might start a rumor which could endangered tourism and therefore the income of the kingdom. Rumors tend to spread fast, so they can't risk doing something that would ruin their reputation.   

He needed to know more.  

“Did they seem to have any weapons or bags? Were they wearing armor?” Most tourist don’t tend to bring weapons or wear armor. They tend to have bags of their materials or trade goods to see if they can get a good deal.   

“There moving too fast to tell if there holding anything sir.” Well, that doesn't help now does it?  

They could never be too cautious.   

“Put more arches at the outpost, the rest should be all around the walls in high alert, we don’t want them to ambush us if there meant to be a distraction. If they make any sudden movements shoot them. Those are my Orders.”  

“Do not do what he says. And if you do your getting fired.” He heard as George rebutted his orders, the only person who could, as he walk out his room in full getup. He had the mushroom crown that was all red with white dots with decorations that would hang around the brim. He had the usual white button up under the blue sweatshirt with the red box and the numbers 404. He had light brown leggings with dark brown boots with one foot platform. He had the long red cape with the white fur lining the whole cape. He could tell he was excited, the white freckles that are spread all over his face ( and body, but that was one only he knew)  were glowing.   

He was looking good like always.   

“ You heard what I said, you can leave and go on a break, tell the others to not be hostile toward the visitors.” The knight gave a sharp nod and left to do what the king had told him to do. He walked up to George who could now comfortably look at him without having to crank his neck up to look at him.  It was usually the reason he mostly just stared at his neck; he knew George wouldn’t get neck pain just to look up at him. Didn’t matter how much it wounded his pride he wouldn’t be willing to get neck pain to heal his pride.    

“If I my ask  my king , why did you tell him not to be hostile? They could be part of the enemy-” He saw as George left from the doorway to get to the main area of the castle. He followed.   

“Wells that because we want to be in good terms with The King and Princes of the Antarctic Empire. We wouldn't want to make-” He hadn't realized that George was ahead of him once those word had come out his mouth.   

“I'm sorry did you say  The  Antarctic Empire?” He grabs at George hand and pulls him toward him. For emphasis, he put both his hands on his shoulders to hold him in place.  The surprised squeak that left George mouth because of the movement had to be the cutest thing he had heard in a while.   

“Yes, I did say the Antarctic Empire,” George removed one of his hands off his shoulder, “That was the little secret I was hiding. I invited them over for dinner. I've been meaning to do it for a while and today was the day were we both could make it.” It was worrying how nonchalant he was talking about the ruler of the Antarctic Empire coming for a visit. He took his hand off his other shoulder, emphasis no longer needed.   

“What do you mean by them? Did you not just invite king Philza?” He trusted George, but he still needed to make sure nothing bad would go down at the dinner.  

“Do you ever listen to anything I say?”, the sarcastic tone of his voice made it obvious that he already knew the answer, “I invited Philza and his sons. Technoblade, Wilbur soot, and Tommyinnit. Every single one of them in the castle.” He could see as the realization of the situation was finally comprehending in his brain. He was having the leaders of one of the most powerful and strongest empires out there, inside his castle,  for dinner.

“Oh god What am I doing?”, He couldn’t stop himself from laughing, “Dream you're not helping, you're supposed to be helping.”  

“Now   you're worried about them coming? Don’t you think it’s a little late for that?”  

“Well, I wasn’t worried until you mentioned it. This is all your fault-”  

“You're going to be fine George-”  

“Sure, I will,” George obviously didn’t believe that, the white freckles stopping their glow, “I invited four of the strongest leaders in the whole area for diner. Of course, I'll be fine. The Angel of Death, The Blood God, Orpheus, and Theseus. All rumored to be blessed by gods or be gods themselves. The empire with one of the strongest armies, a man that could ruin a reputation by just using his guitar, and a boy who can rial up an army to do anything. Yes, I will be completely okay!” He could hear George panting because of his small rant. His face being a slight pink hue because of the embarrassment of just realizing the situation.  

“How do you even know about half of those-”  

“Rumors move fast Dream.” George wasn’t too happy. He was nervous, if the tapping of his shoes and the playing of the decorations around his hat were anything to go by.   

“You'll be fine,” He grab at George hands and planted a kiss like he would if he was introducing himself to a beautiful princess ( Which to be fair, he was kissing a beautiful someone, a beautiful King), “ You're a great King and I'm sure nothing will go wrong. If something does go wrong; I'll be there to safe you, okay? There nothing to worry about.” One of his hands was still holding George hand as his other was holding his cheek, admiring the brown and blue eyes and the white freckles that were George features. The slight natural red that’s around his cheeks and nose making it obvious from what bloodline he came from. A mushroom hybrid, the only hybrid that can rule the Kinoko Kingdom.   

He heard a small huff as George grab both of his hands gave him a slight push, “Yes thank you Dream. Now go get dress before they think anything wrong about us.” He saw as George continued walking forward with more confidence in his step.  

He went back to his room to get himself ready for the visitors.   

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“Techno- Wait Please!”  

“Leave me alone Dream.”  

“Please Techno let me explain-”  

“I said leave me alone!” Red vines appeared all over the temple and statues, reeking of blood, of anger. They were stopping him from reaching him, but he could see his face. He would have rather if he couldn’t. His hair was out of its usual braid for the occasion, contrasting with his pale skin. Skin that was turning pink with anger and betrayal. Skin that was turning flushed with tears flowing like a river. The tears he promised he would always prevent. The tears he said will never happen as long as he lives. The tears he was causing. The stare of an angered man, a betrayed man. The burning crimson eyes that yelled all that the man in front of him was too upset to say.   

His mother once told him that the eyes were the window to the soul; even for gods like him. He never believed her. It was always the actions that mattered to him. The actions showed your intensions, showed what you wanted and what you were. He now understands what she meant.   

The man in front of him was broken; because of him. His eyes spoke a million words as he stood still watching him. The irony of a man who barely spoke any words being able to say millions with only a stare. Betrayal for what he had done. Anger for what he had done. The audacity of him to do it at such an occasion (The audacity he had to do it at all). All those promises, all those sleepless nights, all those nights under the moonlight, all those fights and petty- arguments, all the times I hold you in my arms as  she  left you behind, all the times I helped you and protected you, did those mean nothing? Nothing at all? Was I just another distraction? Was I just another way to ignore your problems? Another way to distract you about your friends moving on as you stay in the past? Did I mean nothing? Was I just another weapon to you, another puppet to use and discard when its use is over? Even after I told you of my deepest fears and insecurities. My problems, my life, my weaknesses, my father. Did you fight him because you loved me? Or did you fight him to prove a point? To use whenever you would need something? Am I that meaning less to you? Did all the ‘I love You's mean nothing to you? How many lies did you tell me? Was everything a lie? Or was there a time where you truly loved me? You know I've never been a fan of liars; you know everything, I willingly open myself up to. Where you always planning to do this? Was this the plan? Did you act like you hated  her,  but in reality, you were skimming with her?   

None of these accusations were real. He has always, will always love Techno with all his heart. But how do you tell that to someone who is blinded by emotion? How do you tell that to someone who just saw his soon to be groom have someone else in their bed? How do you say that it was an accident? How do you explain to a man who is used to be left behind and being used that he wasn’t leaving him? How do you explain that you can't bear for him to leave without him thinking it was a lie? What do you say? What can he say? He needs to get to him; to explain.   

The vines. He tried to move them as he would with any other plant.  

They weren't budging.   

A wet laugh was heard throughout the temple. Everyone heard it. The first thing coming from Techno since he made a run to the door and Dream ran after him. It was pitiful; it was obvious he was trying not to breakdown and start sobbing. All because of him.  

“You know...... I didn't expect to ever say this, but The Blood god was right,” Techno turned back to glare at him, and he saw something new, something that shocked him, something that finally made him realized how much he fucked up. Insanity and tears running like waterfalls; the anger of a thousand gods, as the red vines grew and strengthen around the temple and the things inside it, “About  everything .”  

And there he went, out the same door that they both came in from as happy one could be. A three-thousand-year relationship out the drain just like that. How long ago was it? How long ago was it when him and Techno were talking and having fun? Instead of screaming and running away from each other? A few hours at most. A few hours to ruin a relationship like that one.  

He would never get his trust like that ever again, will he? He could try, but it will never be the same.  

 It took him the first two thousand years to have his full trust. He needs to follow him. He can't just let him leave.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             

He would have left, if he didn’t realize that the temple was falling.  It was fucking falling.  

The statues of his ancestors getting destroyed and evaporating, things being knocked off, the roof falling, all due to the red vines that Techno somehow conjured. The only type of plant he can't move. He saw as friends and family were protecting the civilians who came. Protecting themselves from falling rubble and vines attacking them if they tried to cut them. Vines controlled by Technoblade.  

The Temple was crumbling.  His  Temple was crumbling.  

He asked someone , anyone,  if they had anything to cut the vines covering the door. Drista, his dearest younger sister came running up to him showing some TNT, with anger and confusion.  

“What the fuck did you do? Why the fuck did he run out?! What are the vines-”   

“We don’t have time for this Drista-!”  

They put a small amount of TNT in the doorway and asked Sapnap to do the honors. He didn’t have to be told twice.  They all ran out the falling temple with only a few injured.  

Where the Temple used to be was now only the pieces of statues and the stone and marble that the Temple was made off. It was a disaster. People were watching in horror as the temple of the earth gods fell to the red vines that they couldn’t control. As the memories and statues of the past were no longer there. Destroyed in an instant; like they were nothing. The souls of the past gods not where there supposed to be. A billion-year-old Temple that showed all the history of each of the dead gods that occupied it. Gone.   

A day that was to be celebrated turned into a day of anguish for everyone. Nobody had said anything; everyone checking on each other in silenced.  

He didn’t care. He needed to get to Techno.   

“Where the fuck you think you're going mate? You're just going to leave without any explanation?”  

“Okay I'm sorry Phil. I really am but I need to find Techno.”  

“No Dream, Phil has a point. What the fuck happened? We just see him run out and suddenly the temple is falling down on our heads!”  

“I'll explain it later, I promise, I just really need to find Techno right now, okay?” He saw as people gave each other glances, obviously remembering the wet laughter that unmistakably came from Techno. He didn’t care, he needed to get to Technoblade.  

“Fine you can leave, but when you come back, we better get an explanation as to what's going on.”  

“I promise I'll explain everything later XD. I should be back in a bit. He couldn’t have gone too far.” And so, he turned himself into root and flew inside the earth. Under the grass people walk on and in between solid matter, the fastest way of travel a Earth god could possibly do. Now, to look for Technoblade.   

The house. Their house. A great place to start. He headed there as fast as possible hoping he could catch him.  

It wasn’t there.  The house wasn’t there.   

It was consumed by the indestructible red vines. No way of getting in and no way to get out. Parts of the house were already getting destroyed by the pressure the vines were putting on it.   

When he looked closer at the house and the vines; there was a message written out. A simple message. One sentence. Only one sentenced that sent him balling. A simple sentence that made him breakdown and finally start pouring down tears.  

Where Am Going, You Can't Follow Me.   

He remembered that phrase. It was the same phrase that ended up with Dream fighting The Blood God.  

The same Phrase that got him to learn the relationship between Techno and his father.  

The same phrase that got him into an argument with techno about how his father was abusive and manipulative. Techno denied every moment of that argument. That his father was none of that. He would keep giving examples that he thought showed that the Blood God wasn’t a bad father. It just reinforced the idea of The Blood god being manipulative and abusive.   

Even after all of that.  

Even after  all  of it.  

Techno went back to his realm.  

 He went back to his father.   

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When the universe gave Wilbur and tommy another chance; they were expecting to be put in the past to fix their mistakes.   

What they did not expected was to see two teens who looked exactly like their older brother and father; beaten down and in need of medicine and a place to stay.  

The universe took a piss at them.  

Whoever he was talking to was smart; he tried to figure out where their voice was coming from, but the holes around the cave made every sound difficult to pinpoint. They were smart. ( Why was he acting like he didn’t know who it was? It was obvious. No one had that accent, that voice, that giggle- )  

“I have medicine; healing potions, regeneration potions, and meds, but they are all at my home. Youre going to have to come with me kid” ( He didn’t like that. It sounded wrong. He shouldn't be calling him kid. The person he was talking to him was wise. Wiser than he could ever hope, but it couldn't be him, there's no way-)  

He heard a defeated sight. Whoever this was  (why was he acting like that? Like he didn’t know who it was? He knew. He knew-)  didn’t seem incredibly happy about needing his help.  

“I-  Fine.  I’ll- I'll come to your home. The names Philza. Philza Minecraft.” He didn’t know if it was the cave that was making the words echo and seem like there suffocating him or his own mind. Such a simple phrase-  Fuck,  such a simple  name  was sending him balling, but this wasn't philza. Not his Phil. This wasn’t the father he looked up to, not the father who hold him in his hands in his darkest nights and his final night. He wasn’t. He had never heard his voice so defeated, so out of it. He had never heard Phil sound so young and ready to run. Yeah- this wasn’t Phil. Phil would never run  (He knew he was using this information to calm himself down, but he couldn't stop himself from denying what was right in front of him.)  

He tried his best to sound like he wasn’t about to cry. “My names Wilbur. Wilbur Soot. I'm going to need to know where you are though. You choose a good place to hide. I can't tell where you are.”  

“Yeah, that was kind of the point mate” There was quite after that. He knew He was thinking about it. Then what felt like an hour in the quite cave, a hand came out from a hole in the cave farthest from him. He walks forward and- Fuck. They look so much like phil.  

In the small cave he could easily see the wings- the feathers all spread out. They were bloodied and filled with dirt. The wings were closing around the small cave and there was phil. When phil said he needed medicine he expected it was for himself  (Phil was always very selfless)  but, when Wilbur went to the small hole and put his torch close, phil was holding a young boy. He couldn't really see anything, and he knew phil was doing that on purpose. The entrance was too small for him to enter and get a better look at the both of them that and Phil was covering the boy and himself with his right wing as his left covered most of the entrance, so Wilbur was left with only seeing a little of Phils face.   

“Come on, my house isn't too far from here. You and your friend can rest there and eat. You will have to deal with my brother though. He can be a bit loud sometimes but kindhearted most of the time” He hold his hand out for phil to grab. Phil just stared at him for a moment, looking him up and down.  (He didn’t like that the action was so familiar. He just had never been at the receiving end of it. Phil was making sure he was someone who could be trusted. He didn’t know why the thought of Phil not trusting him made his heart ached. That and it was obvious that both the kids where malnourished and just in general not having a good time. The scene was too familiar for his liking.)  

He felt Phil grab his hand. He carefully helped him get out of the small hole. Phil didn’t let go of the young boy once.   

“My friend needs your help. We were running away from some guards-” Phil stopped his sentence and look over to Wilbur, “Wait- Never mind mate. What I mean is he got hit with some arrow and at first, he was okay, but he just fucking passed out on me.” Phil was obviously afraid. Afterall there was high probability that Wilbur had seen the wanted signs for the Angel of Death, as he was called. Wilbur had, but Phil didn’t need to know that.  

“I'll have to see back home. Here I could hold him for you-” The moment He stepped closer to grab the boy off Phil, he was push back with Phils wings which then wrapped around himself and the boy in a protective manner. Thanks to the torch he set aside earlier he could see that the boy was just slightly shorter than phil and perfectly fit under his wings as the boy subconsciously put himself closer to phil. He could see that phil put one of his hands at the back of the kids head and covered him even more with his wings. He could tell he was ready to fly off at any time.  

“Do  not  touch him” The disgust in his face and venom in his voice made him upset. It reminded him that this not was not the phil he knew. Even though both were the very same in essence. Very same in voice and style. Heck this Phil was wearing a cheap copy of the outfit the phil he knew wore. There were so many things that were so just  so  similar- “Just- lead us to your home, okay? I'll give him the medicine.”  

“Yeah, no that’- that’s fine. I'm sorry about that I shouldn’t had tried to grab him from you” He saw the tired stance Phil had and it hurt. His wings didn’t cover the boy completely, but enough that if he tried anything, he wouldn’t be able to get to them in time before Phil could probably push him and fly off. He noticed how small both of them were compared to the giant wings that adorned Phil’s back. If they were to stand next to each other phil would only reach halfway through his stomach. Watching the two boys hurt him, not only because he could already guess who the youngest name was  (Even in other places, other lands, different timeline, Phil was always by his side, and he was always on Phil’s. He guessed that Phil will always have his favorite no matter what),  but because they were children. No matter how much he would like to think that this is his Phil. His father who had all the wisdom one might need, was not this kid who was so young, malnourished, has never slept in a good bed and just worried for his friend.   

He saw as phil put his head in between the other kids shoulder and neck and just took a deep breath, hug the boy harder and just let his wings dropped around him and the kid, who was heavily leaning on Phil to stand up right. With a defeated, tired, worry voice that shouldn’t be anywhere near a child  (near Phil),  he heard a slightly muffled.  

“Just- Lead us to your home mate.”  

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He was scared he would be the one to destroy his own creation once more.  

In the end, it was his youngest brother, Technoblade. (He wasn’t his youngest brother, he was supposed to be the eldest brother, maybe that’s the reason why he finds himself in this situation)  

He remembers now the first time he sees the two of them, he was unconscious for the first month. Philza wouldn't eat and would always be by the side of the bed he put him in, just to be the first person he saw when he would wake up.  

He always knew that they acted differently toward him.  

With Phil, it was easy to act accordingly and forget all the things his other self-did to them. He acted so differently, but so alike to their Phil that their interaction towards this Phil always ended up being bittersweet or happy and new.  

Towards Technoblade on the other hand, it was near impossible to forget.   

The Techno they knew and this one was too similar, always quiet, fighting elegant, his mannerisms were the same. The biggest difference would be how he was always looking for their approval.  

He remembered when Tommy had told him that he was a bit chaotic when sleep deprived, and he thought it was funny.  

Techno didn’t go to sleep for months after that. They had to drug him for him to go to sleep.   

They didn’t act to differently toward him in the beginning, he got the same treatment as Phil did, until he told them about the voices.  

Wilbur had learned that no matter what timeline or story some things always stayed the same with those two. The big, beautiful wings that Phil adorned and the voices from the universe that always seemed to follow Techno.   

That day it was Tommy who went to ask the Universe for help.  

It was always Wilbur who went to talk to the universe who brought them to this other situation to have another chance. Tommy didn’t like going to talk to the universe and frankly neither did Wilbur.  

Tommy came back upset; he didn’t speak about what he was told, but right after he came back, he went to Techno. Techno seemed happier with whatever was said.  

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It was the first time he took Techno to the market.   

The kid didn’t go out much and always stayed close to one of them, more often than not that being Phil. Wilbur thought he needed to go out more and actually get some human interaction that wasn’t just the other brothers. While at it, he thought it be great to check the music store, to check out some new guitar picks and such. Sadly, when he was brought to this world, he only had his guitar and nothing to really take care of it.  

He told Tommy and Phil that him and Techno were going to the market. Techno wasn’t too happy about that.  

They walk around town for a bit looking around all the stores and pointing out things. Techno wasn’t much of a talker, so Wilbur was pointing things out in the market and explained them to Techno who seemed to be getting more comfortable the more he sees other hybrids in town.   

He wasn’t to surprise at that. It was obvious that Phil and Techno had bad experiences with being hybrids in towns that didn’t see them as human. He has seen the scars that are around their wrist, arms, and even backs. It was obvious they’d have bad experiences with Hybrid Hunters.   

Thankfully, this town was a safe place for hybrids, so it wasn’t unusual to see hybrids out with their features  (It reminded him of L’manburg, that was to be a safe place, it ended up quite the opposite ).      

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Dream always enjoyed how he could so easily hold Techno. 

Techno height had always been a taboo subject to him, there was a high change you would die if you were to try and make fun of him for it. He didn’t really blame him for it though, Techno was the older brother out of four kids under Phil care. He was the older twin between him and Wilbur and the oldest brother to Tubbo and Tommy. Hes sure even Ranboo considers him an older brother, even if they haven't known each other as long as the others. Techno was a god, a Blood God, one of the most feared gods right after Death and Life themselves. Many thought he didn’t deserve that title, but if you knew him no one could be better. He was intimidating, which is probably why he was always so upset if his height was mentioned.  

Just like Techno was the oldest out of his sibling, he was also the shortest. Even Tubbo was taller than him by an inch at 5’6.  

It was something that he is usually made fun of. Even in public, if he was hanging out with family and he said he was supervising them people would never belief him. Hes constantly asked for ID and sometimes is not even allowed in certain places. If he was hanging out with Wilbur or Ranboo the bolder people tended to go up to them and tell him that he shouldn't talk to his father like that. They would tell Wilbur or Ranboo that they shouldn’t let “their child” walk over them or tell them what to do like that. Those meeting usually ended with confusion from all sides. If Techno was hanging out with him people gave them weird looks, dream had been called a pedo more than once when Dream and Techno were seen in public holding hands. 

There were times were things got so bad he just refused to go out the house and hang out. Techno saw it as a great opportunity to not have to go outside the house and so he took it; one usually had to convince him to go out anyways and with the added comments it just convinced him that going outside was unnecessary. Not only that, but Techno was never the best with social situations and situations like this were way to awkward for him and they tended to stress him out.  

Of course, thanks to Techno appearance people tended not to say anything about his height. Only the bold, or in some respects, the dumber ones were the one who had the balls to even go up to him and say things to his face.   

Techno always has a boar skull mask that covered his face and made his eyes look charcoal black. A golden crown that had all types of colored gems in it always sat on top of his bubblegum pink hair that perfectly adored his face and could be found in a long braid going down his back.  He usually had a white linen blouse with a corset that shaped his form perfectly and black cargo pants that hold daggers upon daggers. A simple dark brown belt with little bags that usually hold gold coins bringing the two pieces together. The belt having a sheath to keep a diamond sword that had the Grip decorated with the blood gods symbol,  a family heirloom, not that he would admit it,  that was always at his side .  Black combat boots with platforms and a long red cape with white fur lining with black gloves that finish the outfit of and added a nice touch.   

And he hated it.  

He understood  why . Techno has been in thousands of wars; and war always leaves an impression. Techno was many things, but at the end of the day he was a warrior. He could take care of his siblings, could hang out with his friends, could kiss dream and hold his hand, could mentor people all he wants, but at the end of the day he would never let people walk behind him. He would grab for his sword if he heard any type of noise. In public settings he will always try to keep his back to a wall. He always had his sword and extra daggers because “You never know what situation you might be in".  

Techno told him he wears things like that because he likes it and makes him feel safe. 

Dream understood that, just like he would always wear his mask because it made him more comfortable, but he still hated it. 

He hated how the skull boar mask hid his heterochromatic pale blue and crimson eyes. He hated how you couldn't see how in certain lighting his eyes would glow their respective color. 

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He didn’t know what was going on.   

He could just feel her hand holding his face up as the cold liquid kept calmly falling and falling. He kept having to roughly swallow the viscous liquid as it kept being pushed into his mouth.  

His eyes were too blurry to see much of anything other than a woman in front of him. He could really only tell the white skin with the purple spots and the pitch-black hair. She was close, way too close to comfort.  

When he tried to pull his hand up; he couldn’t. He couldn’t move his face to see what was keeping him from moving, she was holding on to his jaw, way too close to his throat, keeping him in place.  

He felt numb, as if he was in the deep ocean with waves hitting him repeatedly but keeping him in place. Everything felt like too much but like nothing at all.   

He didn’t realize there was a weight in his hands until she went to grab it. He didn’t realize there was a weight around his waist until she went to hold it. He had chains. Why did he have chains? He didn’t remember doing anything that might cause such a reaction. They were tight. The one around his hands were find, enough to keep him down, but the one at his waist felt, wrong.  

It felt as if his body was being divided in two. As if it was trying to become two different parts. He could still feel her hands on him. Why were her hands on him? It was the only thing he could feel. He could feel one at his waist, it was both cold, and hellishly hot. It burns. The other one was at the back of his head, holding his head between her neck and shoulder. Holding him close to her. When did she stop giving him the thing? What was that anyway?  

He could feel her kissing him, going from his cheek to his shoulder then repeating. She kept kissing him and kissing him. Each time she repeated the process, she kept going on for longer.   

It burned.   

Why does it burn?  

She stopped.  

He felt her hands slipping of him slowly, as if she didn’t want to let go. It was a small moment of flowing with the waves, the numbness and the cold becoming a small warm blanket leading him to sleep. He could hear muffled sounds of her going around the room. He was so tired. All his body parts felt heavy, it felt impossible to even try to move his fingers.   

She came back close to him and he could see her mouth moving but there was no sound coming out. All he felt was that she was pulling his hair and she clip something on his ear. Whatever it was must have been long, since he could feel the edges scratching his jawline.  

She just kept letting his hair. Her mouth still moving, petting him to sleep as the liquid, the only thing she had been feeding him for weeks, finally kick in. Finally, falling asleep, she knew he wasn’t going to wake up in a while, so she left, preparing for the rest of the plan. Pandora was happy to know that dream hadn’t found her yet. It meant she could continue treating his Oh so beautiful lover worse and worst just like she would have hope.   

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You know when she said that Dream had a beautiful lover she wasn’t kidding.  

Even as she kept force feeding him the liquid formed drug, even as he had been chained up for weeks, he was still extremely beautiful.   

His crimson red eyes were shining as if the sun were in his eyes. A cloudy day that showed that he didn’t really know what was happening, his confusion clear as day. She liked looking at them, she liked putting a little pressure on them with her thumb, just to see him blink the black dots away. His pale pink skin, hypothermic in temperature, shining as the only yellow light illuminated the room. His skin was smooth with already many scars, making it very easy to reopen them. It was a great pass time putting a knife to his skin and just scratching it along. His pink hair so soft and long. She has learned that if she wanted him to do something, to just pull his hair as hard as she can. The little noise he made when she did so was an added plus.  

It was simple, she couldn't go outside of the cave, she couldn't risk getting found by Dream or his friends. So her routine was to wake up, make more of the drug for Techno, and go into his room and do the usual. 

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He needed to leave, he needed to be there.   

He needed to protect them.   

No that it made telling his fathers any easier.   

There so many reasons he needs to go, he can't have the same mistake again. Not ever.  

He walked along the castle walls, all made of red bricks and marble. The usual warmth and confidence he felt when walking along this same walls nowhere to be found. The only thing left being the overwhelming heat, that usually he never felt, and the admiration for his homeland.   

The Nether.  

The humans were afraid of it. The bubbling lava that surrounded every part of it, no matter where you turned. The hot dense air that made it almost impossible for their species to survive in. That hard and burning floor making it difficult just to walk around, the different biomes which can all kill you in some way. You have the forests, with their unnatural colors with blue and red trees, all inhabited by plants that are poisonous and many species of the Nether. The sand than sucks you down as you can see the souls who have been sucked in within it. The basalt terrains that would go up and down and had millions of wholes that could mean your end if you're not paying attention.  

It was his father's kingdom.   

King Badboyhalo and King Skeppy.   

The kings of the Nether.  

The humans always thought of the Nether ass a place of anarchy and disorder, and at some extent, they were right.   

The land was born on anarchy, according to his dad. Creature fighting each other, fortresses and homes getting destroyed, children disappearing through the purple portals that appeared one day. Eventually, things got in order.   

Not that he really cared, history was never his strong suit in his studies, Skeppy always told him that what mattered was now, the past was the past so why worry about it now? Bad tells him that’s Skeeppy excuse for falling asleep during all his history classes.   

He loved the Nether and all his inhabitants, and he would have to leave.   

He didn’t want to leave.  

But he had to. He couldn't let the same mistake happen again.  

He looked at the blue and purple ring with a green swirl.  

He knew he would see him again, but, will he survive to be there when he comes back? If he goes to this mission, that he is not needed for, will he survive to see him? Will he be able to hold him in his arms again? Is he willing to risk that?  

He missed him. A lot.   

He remembered when he was the ripe age of eleven, his studies making him want to break down at every second he had alone. He knew he wouldn’t get in trouble if he told his dad that it was too much, but he didn’t have the heart to tell bad that. At the time, the Blazes and the wither skeletons were at high tensions with each other. They always had some type of issue with each other, but it was always resolved in peaceful ways. This time though, they were both taking about waging war, meaning that the other species would have to choose a side, always looking for some chaos, it was in everyone's nature in the Nether and Bad couldn’t punish them for that. They couldn't afford a war between the species again, he wasn’t alive for the last one, but according to Skeppy, it was horrible. Skeppy told him that no one talks about when Bads there because they don’t want to see that side of him again.   

Bad was up to the head with paperwork and complains, he didn’t want to bother him with such a stupid problem. What was he going to say anyways? ‘Sorry dad that your son is such a disappointed and so stupid that he can't even sit down for an hour or pay attention for even 5 minutes straight’.   

To calm himself, hed go exploring.  

That’s where he first met him, well more like the first time they ever talked.   

He doesn't remember much about the meeting; he just remembers complaining about his studies to this well-known stranger and hearing him complain back.   

He also remembers a phase that he heard from him when he was complaining about something he doesn't remember.   

The past is the past, we need to learn from it and move on.  

It reminded him of what his dad, Skeppy says.   

The past is the past, so why worry about it? What matters is now .  

The past is the past hey?  

He hoped that if he didn’t make it, he would understand. He had too.  

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Wilbur hadn't expected for tommy to drink the whole thing.  

He didn’t expect Tommy turning into a toddler either.  

And with the fierce crying that came from the now toddler tommy he guessed he wasn’t expecting it either.  

He was just playing with poison ingredients, he wanted to see what would happen if he mixed whatever he wanted. He was also slightly following a poison book that Phil made with all the knowledge of poisons he had. It was quite the big book therefore he was too lazy to read the whole book like Phil told him to do. He regrets not listening to Phil, like always.  

He also definitely listened to Phil when he said to not let Tommy and Tubbo in the room because they would probably fuck something up.    

Let's just say they definitely fucked shit up.  

“Tubbo hand me that bottle right now-”  

“Tubbo over here!”  

Tubbo throw the bottle as tommy swiftly caught it and ran for it. They had been at this for a few minutes when Wilbur realized something was missing in the room once Tubbo and Tommy had come in. They had taken the poison bottle he was working on and had run with it.   

Because of course they did.  

He had been chasing them around the house trying to get the poison from the fawn hybrid and the demon hybrid, even though he was bigger and taller than the both of them, they were still able to run away and not get caught. Plus, the fact that one of them could fly made it harder to try and get the bottle1 from them.   

Until tubbo decided to throw it to Tommy.  

“Missile incoming Big man!”  

He saw as the bottle with now white liquid that seemed to shine of all colors was thrown across the room. He tried to go for it but Tommy already had it in his hands.   

And as he went for Tommy he saw as Tommy opened the cover that was keeping the bottle close.  

“Wait Tommy don’t-” Too late.  

Tommy had already drunk the poison because of course he did.   

And that’s how he found himself in this situation.  

Tubbo trying to calm down the crying gremlin in his arms as Wilbur tried to get Phil to come back home as soon as possible because frankly there was no way he could take care of a crying toddler who was just 15 a few minutes ago.   

Including when the only thing keeping the now actual child from completely freaking out is about to break. He didn’t really blame tubbo, being a deer hybrid probably didn’t help since he knows he doesn't really like loud noises but his pretty sure singing about nukes and panic singing isn't going to help the situation.  

“Oh, shut up what do you suggest I do then big man? You try and calm a crying Tommy”  

“Well, aren't you his best friend? I'm sure you can do better than”  

“Well yeah but this a toddler. Usually, we can like I don’t know talk it out? Not him screeching his lungs out like a fucking cat on water”   

There was a moment of silence as Wilbur and Tubbo look each other in the eyes both of them knowing damn well that’s Tommy is always screeching his lungs out.   

“Okay bad comparison but you know what I mean-” The screaming and screeching of Childinnit got to a pitch he did not know existed.  

“Okay give him a stuffie or something! Phils coming over!”  

He didn’t hear a response from Tubbo because suddenly the screaming had stop and he heard a small voice.  

“Oh, you’re finally speaking! Opps sorry you're finally speaking. What do you want little guy?”  

He saw as Tubbo was holding Tommy up by using his hip while his hands rested under him and behind his back to keep him from falling.  

“Oh, thank god, I thought he was never going to stop screaming. What do you want tom?”  

“Dada" oh no.  

“Dada?” tubbo said with a small smile on his face as child Tommy looked up at him with bright sky-blue eyes.  

“Dada." Well now they have an issue.   

Wilbur didn’t know who Tommy's dad was.  

Tommy only ever appeared around the village for a few months, almost have the year then left for his own adventures, then would come back. He usually stayed with them at Phil’s house and usually seemed to be sad when he came back.  

When Eret, a good friend of the trio who sometimes stayed over, had asked him where his real parents are he said he didn’t know them or that he had very little memory of them and only knew that they were both male. He seemed pretty bummed out about so for the rest of the night they made jokes about how that technically made him more manly.   

He always thought it was kind of sad, but tommy always seemed happy with his arrangement of being the child of the village. Tubbo tended to compare him to those cats that don’t have an actual home but spend their time going around getting pets and food and shelter form everyone in the neighborhood.   

And Tubbo really wasn’t wrong. Tommy really was the village cat that everyone knows. Well, he more like village demon with his little horn and triangle tail.   

But no one really knew where he came from. He just appeared one summer and everyone just kind of accepted it.  

So, getting him his dad was quite the difficult task.  

“Did the poison made it so he remembers his parents?”  

“Yeah, I guess so big guy" He could see as Tubbo had a smirk in his face as he let Tommy play with his hair.  

“What are you hiding?”  

“I have no idea what you're talking about” He knew Tubbo was hiding something because his smirk became bigger, and he heard him say to Tommy.  

“Don’t worry little guy will get your dad"  

“I'm not a little guy! I'm a Big man like dad!” He guessed that even as a kid Tommy was obsessed with the idea of being a man.  

“Tubbo.”  

“Wilbur”  

“Do you know who Tommys dad is?”   

‘Nope!” Tubbo proclaimed popping the P.  

He was lying, Tubbo was never the best liar, unless he genuinely didn’t know or comprehend what he was doing and just sounding like his lying. His given up a long time ago on questioning Tubbo and what Tubbo does, but he wishes he understood him at the moment because if they didn’t get Tommys dad soon he was going to explode.   

Phil was coming back from getting groceries as he heard a commotion in the living room.  

He had been at the marketplace getting bread, fruits, some weapons, and some ribbons he wanted to use. He liked using the ribbons to decorate Wilbur's and by extension Tommy and Tubbos hair.   

Ribbons represent a lot to an avian and even though he knew no one of the same ancestry, he didn’t mind sharing the small tradition with the people he cared for.   

So, he was going to the usual stores getting the things he needed, not trusting anyone else in the house to not get distracted and not buy the actual things they needed (Not that he didn’t get distracted, he ended up going to Nikkis and Bads bakery to get some cupcakes and muffins when he walked by, if you're from around here you’re a moron for skipping the opportunity to have Nikkis and Bads cupcakes and muffin special).  

That’s when he got a call from Wilbur, panicking telling him to come back home. That Tommy and Tubbo were playing with some of his poisons and Tommy had fucking chug it and they need help to handle him.   

What in the-  

Okay, no need to panic.  

Oh, who is he kidding, he flew back home, his house being a bit farther from the village than most other houses.   

He panics for various reasons.  

One, Tommy was under his care. He promised an old friend, a long time ago, that he would take care of him, and that there was nothing to worry about. He promised him that nothing would happen to the kid, the village was relatively far from anything. The village was very accepting and was commonly known as a safe place for hybrids, a small little commune, everyone knew everyone, and they all cared for each other, falling under no kingdoms or any corrupted authority that might ruin the peace in the town.   

And those who did try, well, let's just say they never made it back home.  

And if something or someone did try to take over the town, his house was miles away from the actual town.   

This was for various reasons, for safety, for privacy, to save him from millions of noise complaints, and mostly for the fact that his house was here before the village came.    

So, he promised him that the kid would be fine in his care.  

Well, he certainly thought he would be.  

That brings us to reason number two as to why he panics; he knew that there was a low change that Wilbur would have listened to him about reading the whole book before he tried to do anything with the material he was given.  

To be honest there a low change Wilbur will listen to him about anything.  

It's annoying, if not a little frustrating, but it's good to see that his son had gotten the same hate for being told what to do from him.   

He loved his son, always will. He might have not been biologically his (Or whatever you would call it when the stars give you a child, he isn't quite sure if that’s a normal enough occurrence for it to have its own name, but it really should. It makes having to explain how he got Wilbur much easier). Wilbur was much like Her, so he wasn’t sure in what situation he finds himself in, but he really doesn't care. Wilbur is his son, no matter how it came to happen.  

But that didn’t mean he had to like it.  

In shorter words, he wouldn’t be surprised if Wilbur was the cause for the whole “It's a safe place were nothing can go wrong” to be a lie.   

You know, when Wilbur had said that Tommy had drink something he was working on, hed expected some type of deadly poison, he was turning into a zombie slowly, a poison that made it so his instincts take over (he remembered having to deal with one of those a while back; it was not a fun experience), or just something as simple as a damage poison.  

So, imagine his surprised when he walks through the door, and he can see Tubbo chasing a baby Tommy as Wilbur is sitting on top on of the dinner table; all his limbs being pull in as he holds an old staff that he uses anytime Tommy even gets close to the table to push him back, both of them yelling their lungs off, telling each other what to do and a series of why are you so bad at doing that thing and too just do it and you try ringing through the air.   

Well, at least he isn't going to get any noise compliments.  

He couldn't stop himself from laughing.  

“Phil stop laughing at my pain” Wilbur had noticed his father presence at the door.  

Tubbo was still running around the living room, following Baby Tommy.  

That just made him laugh even more.  

“Phil you’ve almost lost a son today, I've been on fire more times than I can count”  

“Is anyone going to help me? Or am I to endure this pain for the rest of my live?” He could hear from the stair as Tubbo was going down them, Tommy apparently deciding that going up and down the stairs would be his plan to escape.   

“Shut up Tubbo. No one was talking to you”  

“Fuck you too Wilbur. Your the one who put us in this situation if you’ve forgotten”  

“Oh, so now it's my fault?!”  

He had to use his wings to try and keep him upright, using them to cover himself in a useless way to stop the giggling mess he was becoming, wiping happy tears from his face as the other two kept arguing.   

No one realized that Tommy had gone quiet.  

Phil was able to stable himself enough to see the little Gremling flying towards him.   

“Uncle!”  

Phil caught Tommy before he knocked him down, doing a little swirl to stabilize himself and hold tommy. He didn’t realize the sudden silence from the other two, his attention being completely on Tommy and his wings surrounding them both.   

“Hi mate! I've seen you’ve gotten better at your flying!”  

“Yeah! I'm going to become better than you one day old man. I can already win against Tubbo!”  

“What did your dad say about calling people old?”  

“To not”  

“Exactly.”  

“Well, he also said lying was not respectable so-”  

Before he could say anything, Tommy had already jump away from him and flew towards the dinner table and had sat behind Wilbur, as Wilbur was trying to hold back his laughter.  

“That isnt funny mate”  

The laughter from everyone erupted. Wilbur ruffled tommy hair as tubbo fist bump him and continue laughing.   

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People tended to be wrong about a lot of things. 

One of those being that techno was the oldest. 

In a sense, you could consider him the oldest. He was the most mature of all of them and was the one who knew how to take care of himself the most (If he decides to use this knowledge is a completely different topic). He knew a lot more about various subjects that the other two just had no knowledge of (They didn’t have a need for that knowledge). And if you were to ask the other two, they would say he was the older brother. It made sense really, Techno had the patience and knowledge that only came with being an older brother, both used to and indulging in the chaos that the other two always had.  

But everyone knows that the stars and currents were here long before war was.  

One of the things they did get right, is that he was the first to encounter Philza.  

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They had first found each other in war, long lost to history, no one but the participant's remembering its existence. 

It was Techno who saw him first, in the glowing water peeking his head to see what the commotion was about.  

Technoblade had a lot of work to do.  

A lot of things he had never done before, lots of ground to cover, skies broken almost beyond repair, grounds burnt to a crips, craters so big that water and lava underneath the earth combine to make lakes of obsidian, unstable land, not to mention all the blood, ash, bones, and even magic and code residue that were left behind.  

It had been an ugly war, they were usually, but this one was uglier than any he had seen in a long time. The ones he usually took care off where human wars, border control, colonization, independence, “Sending a message”, and many more. All just humans with the few hybrids here and there.  

Nothing of the supernatural or even gods. 

This was a war between species, humans and hybrids of all kinds banding together for the first time in millenniums to fight the monsters, the spirits, the stars, and even the gods.  

People choose sides, new planes of existence came to be, many monsters being banished to unforgiving lands. Magic of all kinds reeking from everyone, potions of all kinds harming, healing, speed, slowness, damage, swiftness, regeneration, strength to name a few being thrown around matching together in colorful clouds. Gods calling in their creations to fight by their side, hounds, snakes, dragons, demons and angels and creatures that never got a name and shall never be seen again. Metal hitting metal, skin hitting skin, magic attacks after the next. Bodies of all kinds, Men, woman, children, monster, spirit falling on to the ground, dead. Even the gods weren't saved from the slaughter, opening the skies and letting the stars fall. Comets falling toward the earth making huge craters, creating waves of fire that caught on anything without wings. Even those with wings not being completely save from the fires, either being shot down by an arrow, getting directly hit by the fast-falling skies, or from the fire itself being able to reach incredible heights thought to be impossible. 

Millions died; billions went extinct. 

And Techno had watched. His whole species did.   

Ash and smoke are the only thing to be seen for miles. The ground and ashy gray and black, burnt almost to nonexistence. In certain areas where more potions were thrown, you could still feel their effect. The comets that had fallen from the sky leaving huge craters down to bedrock. Bones of humans and creatures lay around everywhere. Parts of the skies and void laying around, letting anyone who wasn’t careful to fall in. The skies still rip opened leaking code and magic that many will never understand.  

The smell of blood, both human and not, would stain the air and the earth for centuries to come. 

It was a lot to handle, he almost wanted to leave it alone, a lost cause. Every spirit agreed, it was too much for even the most experienced of the group.  

There was something thought, tying him to the place. 

He didn’t want to leave.  

He fought tooth and nail to stay and clean it up, he could do it, if he had to do it alone then so be it.  

“Do you guys know what trees are?” It was a stupid question if you ask anyone else, but it was important for him to ask.  

“The fuck is a tree?” Tommy barked as he slowly joined the conversation from the sky, floating besides Wilbur. 

“You know, the thing humans need to breathe?" Humans were peculiar beings, letting organizations destroy the one thing they need to breathe. That thing being giant grass.

“I do not need whatever the fuck a tree is. I need gills!” Wilbur said as he pointed to the cuts across his neck and ribs.

“yeah I don’t need some stupid trees, I need star dust!” Tommy announced as the glitter looking particles around him shined brighter. 

“Star dust?” Wilbur questioned as he stared at the stars reflecting from the sea he called home. 

“That sounds like a drug" He had many personal experience with drugs and 'star dust' definitely sounded like something a human would name a drug. 

“The fuck is a drug?” Wilbur looked at him as if he has just grown two heads.  

“I’ll tell you later will" He assured as Wilbur nodded, already knowing he had sign up to a Techno teaching lessons about humans, being the only one to interact with them. 

The library was Techno's.  

He never went into the library.  

People made fun of him for it, saying that he was too dumb to understand most of the high end books and ideas kept in the words techno kept so close to his heart. Saying that he was Tommy, he could never stay still long enough to even read the tittle of whatever book he would pick up, if he was even capable of doing such.   

People understood the other areas of his semipublic home.   

Wilburs home? It made sense. It was Wilbur, everyone knew of the brothers close connection. How much they loved to bicker and annoy each other and how at times it seemed that they hated each other but then would turn around and teamed together to cause some fun chaos. It was an area full of music and creativity and a place where Tommy could shine as much as his fireball of a heart felt like without feeling out of place or putting a lot more energy than its necessary. He could scream, he could act, he could cry, he could sing, he could feel, and it wouldn't be out of place. It felt like being a star again, but this time, he wasn’t alone.  

Philzas home? It was lovely. Everyone knew how much he loved Phil. Phil was the calm to the storm, the wood to the fireplace. He gave them a home and allowed them to meet each other after being separated all that time ago. Phil home was the definition of friendly murder, in his opinion. It was a place where you could chill out, the perfect place to go to after Wilbur's. He could talk quietly and just chilling out then turn around and be as loud and extra as he wanted to be, and it wouldn't be out of place. He could watch as Phil made structures after structures while beaten some kid up and it wouldn't be out of place. It was organized mess, it reminded him of visiting the Nebula.  

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He woke up in Phils arm and with something being off.  

He didn’t know what was going on.   

Everything was too blurry and foggy, and he could still feel his head pounding, he could also feel this weird weight on his back.   

He slowly detached himself from Phil, making sure not to wake him up. It took him a bit of arguing with himself to get up, really wanting to just stay and let the pain go away and listen to his friend heartbeat, but he was eventually able to get his arms away from Phils waist and untangle his legs. He gave Phil a pillow so he wouldn’t recognize that he was gone.  

He went to stand up, but he couldn’t.   

He wasn’t sure if it was because he couldn't feel his legs or because of the pressure in his back.  

He went to walk; he couldn't do that either. As if he had lost his sense of gravity or if he was just a toddler learning how his limbs work.  He felt something dragging behind him, heavy to pull him back and make him fall.   

He tried to go to the nearest mirror to see what was behind him.   

He walked around what he was guessing was Phils bed, heavily leaning on the border of the whole thing to keep himself upright. Even though he couldn't really see, hed been in Phils room enough times to know the layout by memory. He knew that Phils bed was close to the door and that his bedroom was close to the bathroom.   

So, he tripped his way over, using the wall as a support and looked in the mirror.  

He had wings.  

Wings.  

That’s when the events of last night replayed in his mind.  

He couldn't sleep, it was normal for him to feel uncomfortable trying to fall asleep, so he just played it off as one of those night. The nights that no matter how much you turn and turn and no matter how many times you did your bed or drink milk you just couldn't fall asleep. Then he felt sharp burst of pain in his back, making him cry out. He didn’t know when Phil had run into his room, but he did. That’s when Phil started trying to calm him down and trying to help, but he couldn't really do much other than whisper supportive phrases and hold him through the pain. He could feel the pain in his throat from all the screaming.  

If he looked close enough, he could still see the tear tracks and his red, puffy eyes. His hair was all types of messy and tangled, his tips having droplets of a red liquid.   

He looked at the wings, that he did not have before, that were dragging behind him and practically towering over him as he had to bend over the desk so he wouldn't collapse.   

They were black and covered in the red liquid. The liquid was mostly concentrated from where they were protruding from his back, but even the tips and the top were dripping with it.  The wings also had these weird golden spots, like crumbled golden paper in some of the feathers, shining just like the real thing.   

Suddenly he realized how quiet everything was.  

Everything was so quiet.  

Chat?  

Where was chat  

Chat? You there?  

No answer  

He tried not to panic.  

Okay, okay, this is fine this is fine. You have wings now Techno. Wings that are not yours but wings, nonetheless. Wings that were not there when you fell asleep, was that why he was in so much pain? He was growing wings? His a piglin for fuck's sake. Piglings don’t have wings. The only nether creature that have wings are the demons, and that isn't even guarantee. He seen some blaze hybrids have wings, but those were made of fire, not of feathers. So, this just appeared randomly? That doesn't make any sense. Where chat? They should have been awake by now, including with all the blood that's starting to pool, that may or may not be his. He should probably check. Wait.  

Chat was a gift.  

Well he wouldn’t call it a gift, but the technical term was a gift.  

Did he just get fucking disown?  

No, no, he wouldn't do that.  

Right?  

Oh gods what did he do.   

Did he not give enough offerings? Was it the whole no more murdering rule he put on himself recently? They had seemed to be happy with that. The candle, his candle. Did he not like it? Did he just fucking leave without telling him? No, he would have the decency to at least tell him. That and chat would have stayed.  

God he was emotionally attach to chat.  

To be fair, it was his only constant, and in a moment where he now has wings that were not there before, he would love having his only constant by his side.  

He heard a thud.  

It was him; his legs ( Legs? Gods why does he have legs? His a piglin, he has hooves, not fucking legs)  had given up under his own weight.  

He was now on the bathroom floor, only being able to see his hands in a pool of blood and feathers all around him as the wings were surrounding him and toppling over him.   

Gods what is going on?  

Everything was so quiet.  

He could hear as each individual feather moved and fluttered. He was able to hear the deafening silence of the morning, the blood dripping from the wings and how every time he moved his hands there would be a small ripple in small pool.  

He just sat there playing with the small pool of blood that was forming around him to calm down, he didn’t have the strength to stand up again so he stayed there.