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Phil adopts Techno.
Philza Minecraft was an ordinary man. Well, as ordinary as a God of death can get. But this ordinary man had a not so ordinary hobby.
Ya know, many people like to collect things. Some people collect rocks, maybe bottles, sometimes flowers. Other collect bottle caps, Pokemon cards, or music records.
Philza Minecraft, however, liked to collect children. And he never thought that he would, he always thought he would live his life childless, but that all changed the day he met his first child.
See, Philza was having a normal day, walking home from the market. He had picked up potatoes, carrots, apples, and mushrooms, and was passing by an alleyway when he heard a sniffle and a sneeze. He almost ignored it but his conscience and curiosity both got the better of him, and he peeked into the alleyway to find a small box.
What really caught his eye was the small pig hybrid inside the box, trying to put a rotten potato into a small handful of coarse dirt. Philza's heart almost shattered. The poor thing was trying to make more potatoes to eat. He knew winter was coming soon, and this kid might not make it through the harsh season.
So, he decided to walk over. The pig hybrid cowered in fear at first, pulling out a small stick and waving it around like a sword in desperation. Philza took out a potato and put it on the ground in front of the box holding the hybrid before stepping back and letting the child assess the situation.
Once it stopped trying to hit Phil with the stick, it looked up to realize that there was no danger. Phil pointed down at the potato with a smile, just waiting where he was for the child to accept it.
The hybrid looked at it for a few seconds before carefully snatching it up and hiding it. It was clear that he didn't want Phil to see him make more potatoes. Maybe because he thought the man would take them all away.
Phil held out another another potato, for the hybrid to take out of his hand this time. After a few seconds of debate, the child snatched that potato too.
Philza decided to take it up a notch and held out another potato, just out of the hybrids reach, so that he would have to step out of the box to get it. As expected, he stepped out of the box to get the potato. Phil lead him on a bit more before putting the potato down near the entrance. The small child walked to get it, and before he could run away, Phil put down another potato. The child picked it up, and Phil put down another one.
Potato by potato, Phil lead the child to his house, where he would take care of him and love him like his own biological child.