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Techno sighed, putting on the last of their netherite armor and opening up the settings menu to pause the game. He grabbed its phone, turning it on, and reading 6:37 AM. Doing quick math Techno realized he had been playing Minecraft for about 7 hours straight, curse the block game and its general addictiveness.
They got up from its chair, and stretched, his back popping from being in the same position for 7, maybe more hours. Deciding that getting water before heading to sleep was the best idea, Techno made their way out of his room and down the hall, making sure to keep its footsteps quiet, he was sure most of his family was probably sleeping but they weren’t exactly known for their great sleeping habits.
Making its way downstairs, it seemed most of his family was asleep however there was no way of knowing for sure. Ranboo or Tubbo could be up, just being suspiciously quiet, Tommy and Wilbur were ruled out, both being a bit too loud, not enough to wake someone up but loud enough to know that they were there, it was comforting, having the constant reminder that they were there.
Techno reached the kitchen and grabbed a medium-sized glass, quickly making sure there was nothing in the glass itself (he will never forget the time Tubbo drank a spider that was in a glass, they still didnt know if it was on purpose or not) with the light of its turn on the phone. Techno was pretty sure he has the house plan memorized, but it still couldn’t walk confidently in the dark due to how often random shit gets everywhere.
Turning to the sink, Techno noticed something flash in the phone light. He did a doubletake and wished that it could access its camera faster. Because the sight in front of him was one that wouldn’t be able to be replicated in lifetimes.
There was someone in front of him, and Techno assumed it was Tommy because one, they were wearing Tommy’s classic shirt and two, no one in the house else would be able to look as much as a feral animal as Tommy could. Hell, he even had the eye reflection thing, which was impressive.
“Tommy what-”
Tommy hissed, gripping what looked to be a bag of shredded cheese in his hands, and scampered off.
Not the strangest thing Technoblade has seen.
Techno finished filling up its glass of water, and grabbed an apple for good measure, he was probably going to be up for breakfast so he’ll wait to eat a big meal then.
The sound of footsteps above them alerted him to the fiend still awake.
Tommy.
He was the only one awake, they would have to take one for the team
It doesn’t get paid enough for this.
Actually, he doesn’t get paid at all
A shame really.
Techno took a large gulp from the glass of water, it was lukewarm. Wonderful.
He sat the half-empty glass on the counter, before making the heroic trek upstairs. Making sure to silence their footsteps to the best of its ability. Something he had picked up due to its habit of staying up late.
He looked around the dimly lit hallway, the only light source being his phone and light illuminating from his and the kid’s room (Tubbo, Ranboos, and Tommy’s however for simplicity’s sake it was just, The Kids room. They all hated it).
Now, this wasnt the first time Techno has had to wrangle a wild Tommyinnit, probably not the last either. However, it was normally Wilbur’s or even Phil’s job, but they really didnt feel like waking them up for something that can easily be dealt with. Maybe.
Now, when Tommy gets the “zoomies” as Wilbur calls it, he normally crashes immediately after. This is not a problem until it is, and it normally is.
A crash was heard in the closet.
They sighed.
Technoblade heard moving in the closet, stopping himself from making an easy joke. He approached the closet carefully (it's Tommy, you never know). It turned the handle but felt a weight against the door. Oh god.
They took a deep breath, before deciding to go ahead and ripping the bandaid off and quickly opening the door. Immediately having a 6’3 16-year-old fall into its awaiting arms. God damnit, he was either passed out or half asleep already. What god did he piss off in a past life to curse them with this?
Techno scooped the limp Tommy up, carrying him bridal style. And man was it hard to keep your footsteps light when carrying a teen the same height as you. However, the older preserved and made it (rather slowly) to the kid's room. It pushed the door open with their foot, revealing the room to the hallway. It was empty.
Eh, not his problem.
Techno carried Tommy to his bed, it was rather convenient that the boy had refused to get a bunk bed, unlike Ranboo and Tubbo. They quietly scoffed at the amount of coca-cola cans littering the ground, you'll think that the teen was allergic to water or something.
It considered just throwing him on the mess of the bed but decided against it. Instead, they placed Tommy lightly on the unmade bed. Man, you could not tell that ten minutes ago the boy had been running through the house like a rabid raccoon.
Techno turned to leave the room, however, a hand grabbed his arm.
Oh god.
Wilbur always said that when Tommy was tried he got really clingy, but Techno honestly thought it was nothing more than a myth,
He tore their arm away from the teens' grasp, electing a small whine from the boy. Oh come on, even Techno wasnt completely heartless.
Techno sat down next to Tommy, not really knowing what to do. He pulled their feet on the bed and almost immediately had a clingy Tommy wrap around him.
Oh god.
He hesitantly combed its hand in Tommy's hand, to which he leaned into. The teen let out a low rumble, which sounded alot like purring. Techno smiled, ok, that was kinda cute. He shuffled, trying to get more comfortable, even though clearly the bed was not meant for two people. It had accepted their fate of being a human pillow.
It seemed that his Minecraft grind would have to wait for tomorrow. And Techno couldn't find it in him to be upset about it.
And when Phil went to wake up the boys for breakfast and found two of his sons squeezed together in a bed too small, with the younger halfway on top of the older. Well, the only evidence was the photo in his camera roll.