Archive of Our Own ^beta

Chapter Text

 The mysterious crow picked up the small child. You’d think a child would start crying at the sight of a tall man with wings picking them up. Instead the child giggled and grabbed at his wings.

“Birdie! Birdie!” The small child happily yelled.

“Shhhh!” Phil hushed him. “Where’s mommy?” He asked. It wasn’t often he saw a baby in the woods. He usually strolled the woods in the day and the city at night. Not a lot of people came during the day. 

“Mommy say bye bye! She say bye bye tommy bye bye wiwby!” The baby clapped. Phil’s face dropped what kind of mother leaves a baby alone.

“What about daddy? Is your daddy here?” Phil knelt down. Dads exist too.

“My dada is wiwby he watch me awl da time!” The child exclaimed. When he said that it didn’t take long for phil to realize the mistake. He was takled in seconds! But it wasn’t a grown man. It was a child. They bit ohil and grabbed tommy.

“Don’t touch my brother!” The child growled. When phil finally got a glimpse of the child he was horrified. His face was dirty and he has a crusty yellow sweater and some glasses that are so broken and fogged up he must’ve had perfect eyesight to even slightly see. 

“But it’s birdie!” The baby huffed. Turning his back from the older. Surprisingly he kept his stance and blocked phil. The child was no older that 8 but looked 6.

“Hey how old are you?” Phil asked sincerely.

“I’m a big boy and I’m old enough to take care of myself!” He yelled proudly.

“Do you know anyone else here?” He said softly.

“My best pwend! He has a small best fwend! Who’s also my best pwend!” The child jumped happily.

“Well how about this, can I take you to get some food I have a son just like you!” Phil smiles.

“Uh uh! Stranger danger!” The brunette huffed.

Well at least he knew not to trust strangers.

Chapter Text

 On a tall hill over the mountains afar lived a man. He was old in his 50’s granted forever life long ago. With his bucket hat and crane he went on the the outside. The man went out to a pond where he washed his wings. He then went to his dirt patch for some worms. His moist brown tended dirt attracted so many worms. He could just buy some but he liked them natural. He went to his portal and watered his plants. The vines had grew tall and girths. He grabbed a knife and cut the vines clean off. He was low on xp so he decided that he would go to the nether. 

He threw the vines to the ground and got into the portal. He looked around. He created this. Hoglins being taken away and murdered, pigman being slaughtered piglins being used as slaves. It hurt the man knowing he caused this. He missed the days where everyone was free. But he couldn’t control it. He couldn’t fight it. They’re animals they hurt the humans. 

Walking to the blazes he saw a piglin mother begging to be left alone. He saw as she cried being separated from her son. Who was thrown with all the other children. A small portion of the men would go off to live a happy life. The rest of them probably not.

On the way to the blazes he spotted a piglin. He was hiding behind a wall. The wall was thin and no matter how small you could see him. The walked towards him slowly. He had blood covering his face and was shaking. Slowly he got near the kid.

“I can see you. I want to help you. You have to let me hide you tho.” The man whispered. The man guessed the kid didn’t have much to loose because he scurried in his wing. Phil grabbed some blazes and went towards the portal.

“I need to check you.” A guard stated. Most of the children here were stapled so a medal detector noticed them.

“I’m Philza Minecraft.” The man scowled. Like a swch was flipped the guy bowed and let him out. Phil flew to his house and places the piglin on the table. He gave him some bread.

“Safe?” The child breathed. He was so quick and airy if Phil couldn’t control air matter he wouldn’t understand.

“Yes. I’m safe.” Phil said. The kid said no more to him and stayed quiet.

“What happened?” Phil asked stupidly.Phil knew it wasn’t a smart idea.

“Mom and mama go bye bye.” The child deadpanned. Phil felt so bad. Who knows how long he’s been sitting in his own blood.

“Can I wash you?” Phil said softly.

“Wash?” The kid asked. 

“I’ll show you.” Phil smiled holding the child’s hand he put some water on his hand and touched techno to see if it’d hurt. Seeing he had no reaction Phil turned on a hot bath. He helped the child undress and as he was about to take off his cape the child stopped him. 

“Mama cape I want keep.” Phil  tried to tell him how it would get wet abd that he won’t touch it but the child wouldn’t budge. So he bathed him in the cape.

One thing phil picked up on was that the kid was go under the water and be surprised when he couldn’t breath. Because the temperature was so hot phill assumed the poor child thought it was lava. He’d give him a lava pool soon.

When the bath was over techno was surprised to find out the cape was wet and uncomfortable. Phil took it off so it could dry and Although he let him the baby cried till he got it back. Phil had to use his fathers to speed up the process because the kid was so heartbroken. Phil finally got the cape dry and wrapped the kid in it while hugging him. The kid almost immediately calmed down and fell asleep on the soft silk sheets. Phil wrapped his wings around him as protection. Most elytrians used there wings to protect their elians. 

In the morning Phil noticed the child was gone. He was very surprised as his wings are sensitive ever since an incident from years ago. He looked in the bathroom kitchen living room practically everywhere to no avail. He finally checked outside and heard soft whimpering. He followed the sound and what he saw was disgusting. 

The piglin boy was crying. A dead bunny infront of him the bunny was dead by now. It had clearly bled out hours ago it was like a zombie scene it was cut in half only by the strength of a warrior it was clearly previously bitten. Phil knew what happened. He kneeled infront if the child.

“What happened?” Phil asked.

“Brain want blood can’t say no.” He said in distraught.

“Why not?”

“Cause I don’t control. Brain make me.”

Phil listened even when he didn’t know what the boy meant. He helped the best he could. He fed him breakfast. And clothed him. He taught him how to hunt, he told him that he was just a kid and didn’t deserve what he got. 

What he didn’t tell him is that he’s the reason it happened to him. He’s the reason his family is being slaughtered he is the reason he’d never see his mama and mommy. He didn’t tell him that.

“Do you have a name little one?” Phil asked while braiding his hair. Originally he was going to cut it it was extremely dreaded and matted, but when he grabbed the scissors the child stopped him. He said he had to keep it even when warned about how it would hurt. The child said nothing hurts him so Phil combed it out after 5 hours of washing and detangling his hair was loose. Phil decided it’d be easiest to fix it into a braid.

“Name techno blade”

“Techno huh? That’s a cool name.”

“Mama said mean bloodgod. I bloodgod.” Phil chuckled hiding his fear. Of all the kids he could save he chose this one. He braided his long hair and played a tv show. He smiled at the kids attention immediately being put on the tv. He pulled out his favorite book and began reading. After about 5 minutes he noticed that techno was no longer watching the tv and instead was looking at the book phil was reading.

“Hey? Whatcha looking at?” He chuckled.

“Why look if do nothing?” Techno asked confusingly.

“Well it is doing something but I’m reading it do that.” He told him. 

“I wanna reading too.” The child crossed his arms. Phil loved reading and would love to teach him. So he pulled out a smaller picture book.

“I wanna reading dat one!” He pointed to the other book. Phil knew it was too hard for a child who didn’t even speak the English language.

“To read that one you have to read this one.” An hour passed and techno was reading the book fluently. It was hard for him to actually come to terms that it was hard but he eventually learned and loved it.

It had been 3 weeks since he saved the child. The child who now loved Phil’s potato farm and would always eat them whole and raw even when Phil said it was bad. The child who was doing so well in English. The child who had a cape and a crown and loved it. The child who got Phil’s broomstick and fought with him. The child who lived to read. The child who now had his own room. The same child who made Phil cry calling him papa. 

Phil realized techno is his son now and was more than happy to take that responsibility.

Chapter Text

              It has been 3 years since phil adopted his unwanted son. Raised him as his own. Fed him like the parent he always wanted to be. It had been 2 years since humans began rapidly migrating to the small country of Origian. They had heard about its wonderful biomes and beautiful terrain. Phil, the guardian of Origian, had allowed the imbeciles in. 

        In Origian or Origin they called humans rewofs (re-wool-fths) which was Origian for useless. Origian wasn’t a common language even in their own country. They often spoke English as their mother tongue as all orians were born with knowledge of the language. At some point of their life it will seem as something they’ve known since birth they don’t learn to understand it, it just comes with age.

       Humans had came to origin and took over it like it was theirs. Phil could no longer do much because he knew it would endanger his species. All species of origin. 

       The rewofs had built on their terrain. Houses fit for humans and not orians. There were few avian homes and flower beds. This disrupted a lot of species as avians had no where to sleep bees were often low health starbornes didn’t enjoy the night bunnies got killed more often and more. 

       What used to be a peaceful country was filled with pollution. If an avian were to go 10ft in the sky air would not be fresh. Phil was the only elytrian left in existence years ago they all died out. And he could only mate with an avian to pass it down. 

       The country was getting worse every passing month. And Phil could do nothing. He was still a well respected man. Cause to others he was just the man who made the deal with death and brought everyone life.

“Goodmorning techno!” Phil smiled as the child came in sight. The child immediately ran and hugged his father. 

“Papa! Papa! I haven’t had a bad time in 10 days!” Phil smiled. Techno was now 7. His episodes had gotten horrible. Phil assumed it was puberty for the child. Phil decided that this was a cellabration moment. 

“Alrighty then let’s have a nice breakfast and today I’ll let you walk in the forest.” Phil offered openly.

“The forest! But you said it was forbidden!” Techno was overjoyed. He’d always dreamed of the forest. Phil had forbid it. Techno was told that punishment for being out in the forest would be really big. Techno did not want a spanking or a whipping. His momma and mommy used to get those. 

“Uh huh but this is good. Now I’m gonna go graze the forest to make sure you won’t be seen. I’ll be right back okay?”

“Yes papa!” Techno smiled and started reading a book Phil patted him and quickly went off and flew into the forest clutching his cane in his hand. When Phil landed he walked steadily with his cane.

      Phil looked around. Today was a warm day. It was mostly clear in the grassy forest. This forest was reserved. Never would it ever be allowed yo destroy it. Trees grew tall as clouds and patches of grass were longer than others innocent bees laying in the grass. Bees were nice and phil knew they would be no problem. He waved at the bees who waved back. 

     He continued his walk when he saw a child. It was a winged demon or, more commonly known as, a nether angel. Nether angels were an aridion species. Ridion mean abnormal in origian. Aridion species occurred when 2 entirely different breeds mate. Years ago this was an abomination punished by death. The child was born into slavery and the parebts were slaughtered. Now things are much more calmer. Nether angels are percieved as blessings. It was an honor to see one.

      The crow picked up the small child. You’d think a child would start crying at the sight of a tall man with wings picking them up. Instead the child giggled and grabbed at his wings.

“Birdie! Birdie!” The small child happily yelled.

“Shhhh!” Phil hushed him. “Where’s mommy?” He asked. It wasn’t often he saw a baby in the woods. He usually strolled the woods in the day and the city at night. Not a lot of people came during the day. 

“Mommy say bye bye! She say bye bye tommy bye bye wiwby!” The baby clapped. Phil’s face dropped what kind of mother leaves a baby alone.

“What about daddy? Is your daddy here?” Phil knelt down. Dads exist too.

“My dada is wiwby he watch me awl da time!” The child exclaimed. When he said that it didn’t take long for phil to realize his mistake. He was tackled in seconds. But it wasn’t a grown man. It was a child. They bit phil and grabbed tommy.

“Don’t touch my brother!” The child growled. When phil finally got a glimpse of the child he was horrified. His face was dirty and he has a crusty yellow sweater and some glasses that are so broken and fogged up he must’ve had perfect eyesight to even slightly see. 

“But it’s birdie!” The baby huffed. Turning his back from the older. Surprisingly he kept his stance and blocked phil. The child was no older that 8 but looked 6.

“Hey how old are you?” Phil asked sincerely.

“I’m a big boy and I’m old enough to take care of myself!” He yelled proudly.

“Do you know anyone else here?” He said softly.

“My best pwend! He has a small best fwend! Who’s also my best pwend!” The child jumped happily.tr

“Well how about this, can I take you to get some food I have a son just like you!” Phil smiles.

“Uh uh! Stranger danger!” The brunette huffed.

Well at least he knew not to trust strangers.

       Phil knew he’d come here with techno she said okay and flew back up to his small home over the mountain. The pig had been waiting for him. Patiently. The pig would wave his little legs back and fourth waiting for his papa to come back. The boy was so calm most piglin brutes were aggressive. Techno never had time to be taught that.

“Techno!” Phil called. Techno ran up to him.

“Can I go can I go!” He asked jumping up and down. Phil bent down and hugged him.

“Mhm. Come on.” Phil picked him up and flew him out to the forest. He held his hand as they walked but let go so he could enjoy the forest. Phil decided to stretch his wings and fly over the pig. It was when techno reached the nether angel phil flew so they couldn’t see him. 

“Piggy!” The boy giggled and tugged on technos hair.

“Owie that hurts! Stop it!” Techno was about to swat him away but was pushed by mere air.

“Don’t hit my brother!” An angry boy appeared. Techno gaped amazed.

“Woah! How’d you do that!” He asked.

“I dunno I’ve always been able too.” The children had began a conversation in origian. They talked about stupid things but then an interesting topic came up.

“We don’t have a mommy or daddy they weft us. But I’m my brothers dada cause I raise him!” The phantom who’s name was Wilbur huffed.

“Do you wanna share my papa? He really nice!”  Techno questioned.

“How do we share?” Wilbur tilted his head.

“My papa will tell you come on!” He grabbed their hand and ran to find Phil. Phil who had been listening in flew down near techno.

“Papa!” Techno hugged him. The phantom was now invisible as he was in the light. But we could assume he was surprised. “Can you be Wilbur and Tommy’s papa too?” Techno asked.pretending to be confused Phil asked, “Who’s that?” It was then when techno dragged Phil into the shade and Wilbur reapeared hiding behind techno.

“He’s my friend and he has no papa!” Techno said eyes wide.

“Birdie! Birdie!” The nether angel giggled.

“Well Then yes I can be their papa too.” Phil sighed relieved. He watched the kids and even flew with the avian. Which made him really happy. 

     As it got dark Phil took them home and make them a proper dinner. He made the avian mushroom soup and the others rabbit stew. He served it with milk. He hadn’t seen a kid eat like that since he fed techno as a kid. They were so hungry. Phil felt so bad for the poor nether angel. He’d probably hadn’t gotten good sleep in ages. Nether angels didn’t need to be high to sleep but they slept a lot better and got less respiratory problems when they did. He’d definitely make him a floating crib.

    He let the kids have fun and made the avian a floating bed. His roof was tall. No elytrian could live in a short small house they’re claustrophobic. Even if his house was small and on the hill it was spacious. He had a kitchen abd an elevating bed. There were beads that surrounded the bed. It had green blankets and emrald sheets. Since his bed was elevated techno’s bed was under his. He’d put Wilbur a bed there too. Children trust other children blindly. If there was a 10 year old kidnapper Phil reckoned they’d get away with it til they turned 16. 

   When he was done phil called the kids in. They were theupset but came inside.

“Techno Wilbur will sleep with you. Wilbur can I show you where your brother will sleep?” Phil asked calmly.

He hesitated but nodded holding tommy tightly. Phil picked him up and flew upwards.

“But what if he falls!” The brunette complained. 

“Well your brothers an avian so he doesn’t fall he floats.” Phil explained. Wilbur looked suspicious but gave Phil tommy who was gaping at the bird the entire time. Phil flew Wilbur down and flew back up to put the avian to sleep. He tucked the child in who seemed scared.

“Where’s wiwby?” He said worried.

“Wilbur is down if you want him you can always go down there.” Phil told the kid. It seemed to calm him down cause he pulled out a fish toy hugged it and fell asleep. Phil calmed and flew down to check on the older kids. To his benefit they were asleep rather quickly. Finally phil layed down for his much needed sleep.

     In the morning Phil was woken up by soft breathing on his face. Confused he opened his eyes. They’re he was a small avian hugging Phil’s chest. How he got there was a mystery. Phil tried to get him to let go but it was tighter. 

“No leave birdy stay.” The child demanded. 

“No birdy go to make food.” Phil responded.

“Nooo I want stay with birdy!” The child huffed. Phil could not pry his hands off he was part demon they have great grip sighing he held the child and flew down making breakfast with the child holding onto him. It was difficult but he didn’t care to complain. 

“Techno!” He yelled out. Of course the pink haired boy came quickly this time with a brunette. Phil had made mushroom stew potatoes and milk. As the kids hate he braided technos hair into 2 French braids. Techno didn’t complain that it hurt tho.

“It’s really tight.” He said. He wasn’t complaining just curious. It was usually a loose braid.

“I did it different today. You’re hair is getting really long and you’re getting really big.” It was true. When Phil first “adopted” techno he was 3’2. Now he was 4’9 his hair went to his back. He was only 4 years older. But a lot taller.

“I’m a big boy!” Techno exclaimed. Phil smiled and nodded. It was about time techno started attending aversitary. There was a nice aversitary near them. Aversitary was what they called school. 

“I think it’s time you start aversitary. Wilbur would go as well.” Phil said.

“What's that?” Phil explained it to techno and Wilbur.

They both seemed excited. Phil was happy they were as most youngins hated aversitary. Phil said that he’d get to it today. 

“I’m going to sign you up for aversitary stay here, don't leave. If you do you’ll get punished okay?” The children nodded, Wilbur was curious but didn’t talk. When Phil left Wilbur and techno started to play.

“What happens if we leave?” Wilbur asked. 

“We get punished.” Techno said like it was obvious.

“What is punished?” Wilbur asked.

“Well I’m pretty sure he gets a stick and hits you really really hard. It’s called whippings.” Techno said.

“Oh that’s scary.” Will shivered.

“I guess it is.” Techno replied.

     Well Wilbur wanted to test his luck cause as soon as techno was reading Wilbur went outside. Of course invisible so no one really knew. There wasn’t much to do but he waited for Phil and ran everywhere and he was phantomzied and could do anything. It got late and well due to biology Wilbur went visible. It was at that moment Phil came back. Wilbur ran inside but Phil had already seen him. Techno and tommy were reading. More specifically techno was reading to tommy and Wilbur really didn’t have an alibi. Although Phil came in calm. He was not angry. Or it seemed.

“Wilbur? Why were you outside”

“I needed air.” This wasn’t a complete lie phantoms we’re usually out at night flying. 

“Well then it is your species. Pests always put at night.” He ruffled the boys hair. 

“Techno! Tommy!” Phil called. Tommy came very quickly techno following behind.

“Yes papa?” Techno asked. Phil noticed the nether angel look abd techno and try to stand like him.

“Wes papa?” He copied. Phil chuckled lightly.

“Uhm- well techno and you will have aversitary next week there’s a uniform and you have to wear it but they need to measure you guys first and you’re gonna be respectful young skylettes okay?” Phil was used to talking to techno like that but he’d known Wilbur for only a short amount of time so it did feel quite weird. But he kept a strict face and voice.

“Okay papa!” Techno said.

Wilbur looked puzzled but nodded. Phil began cooking.

“So what do we do?” Wilbur asked techno.

“You gotta be really quiet and only speak if someone talks to you.” Techno answered. Wilbur was good at that. Wilbur did not like strangers. Wilbur did not like Phil but Phil was nice and Phil fed him and lh is little brother. So Wilbur let Phil be nice but he would not let Phil hurt tommy. 

      Wilbur was only 6 he shouldn’t of known all he did know. He shouldn’t of had to raise tommy he should’ve had a good childhood. Nono he should’ve had a childhood. His parents took it away from him when they left him with tommy at five years old on the street. When he had to kill for them to have food when he realized he could not feed tommy. When he stole food while invisible. When he ran from cops. When he almost got out in an adoption center. His parents robbed him of a childhood. And Wilbur didn’t care. Wilbur didn’t know. What Wilbur did know is that he had to protect his brother.

The next morning was packed with business. Phil woke up early to pick up small clothes for avians and phantoms. Because phantoms were night animals they wore special clothes that protected them from the light. The clothing was expensive and hard to find. Phil needed 2 yards of that material that was around 10,000 derulum origian currency. But that wasn’t the owed part for phil as he gathered the material the hard part was finding someone willing to make clothes with it. The material was also stubborn and you had to be a skilled weaver to use it. 

For now tho he needed clothing for them so he went to the nearest tailor shop and got them clothes that might be slightly big but definitely not to small. He came back to his home and thought everyone was still asleep except the avian child was not. And he could see it from a mike away.

“Papa! PAPA!”the child was screaming so loud he probably woke the nether. Phil flew down so fast to shut his mouth. 

“Tommy!” Phil yelled.

“I towd you if I cawl him he wouwd come back!” The child crossed his arms to Phil’s right there were two tired children. 

“I tried to tell him to be quiet but he wouldn’t listen!” Techno cried.

“It’s alright.” Phil comforted him. They went back in the house and phil didn’t make breakfast.

“Wilbur, tommy. I’m taking you guys baths today.” 

They did not know what a bath was. They washed in ponds which was normal for origians but not clean tended ponds but dirty ponds. He picked them up and carried them to the tub and turned on the water. He made sure it was a normal temperature. The children undressed and Phil put them in the water he used a soft leaf towel and washed them. After the bath he gave them clothes clean clothes.

They felt the cleanest they have in months. Wilbur wasn’t itchy anymore tommy wasn’t sneezing anymore. Wilbur’s skin was clear. Wilbur’s glasses didn’t have a tint of brown. Wilbur hugged Phil. He hugged Phil tightly.

“Thank you.” The kid said quickly. Phil was 7’9 so he knelt down and hugged the small boy. 

“You’re welcome.” Phil was happy to help the children. Happy that they had someone to help them. They were only young they didn’t deserve to live in hell. 

      After the bath Phil made breakfast. A plate of fruits and some bread. Tommy finished his food as fast as a 2 year old could. While the other two enjoyed theirs. Tommy came up to phil and held up his plate.

“What’s up tommy?” Phil asked taking the plate. Which was a dumb question to ask a child. Phil realized he wasn’t supp to take the plate when Tommy pulled the biggest upset face he’d ever seen.

“No data mine!” He roared reaching for it back. Phil gave him the plate back.

“You want more?” Phil asked as the kid kept holding the plate in Phil’s face. Phil grabbed a picket knife and cut up an apple putting it on Tommy’s plate. Promptly tommy left and ate the fruit. Tommy ran back the second he was done.

“No more tommy.” Phil raised an eyebrow. Tommy kept holding the plate up Phil took it and tommy ran off climbing things and floating down. 

     Wilbur was done but he seemed to be waiting for something. Techno was almost done but didn’t like the glowberries when he finished he put the plate in the sink. Wilbur finally got up after that and did the same. Tommy must’ve seen it cause in seconds he was reaching for his plate. Phil gave him the plate with a sigh. The boy put it in the sink. When phil was finally done he took his plate and washed it along with the other plates. He watched the kids over Wilbur was invisible going in and out the floor playing peek a boo with tommy. Techno was reading.

“Wilbur, techno!” Phil called. They both were at his feet in seconds. “Alright, so I have to go get you guys measured so they can make your aversitary outfits. Which means we need to go now.” Phil said. The kids nodded and he picked them up and had the avian ride on his back. He quickly flew to the best tailor he knew. Hopefully she could use the fabric. He walked into her shop holding the kids hands.

“Phil! How are you?” She hugged him. 

“Nothing puffs I’ve just been raising techno and recently found two abandoned kids.” Puffy was part ram part sheep. She was a tall humble woman. She was always nice to whoever she met. Most people we’re scared of techno because of his piglin brute nationality. But puffy was always nice to him. Puffy always helped tailor his cape without taking his original fabric away she was a knowledgeable woman. And a great friend.

“Aww let me see them!” Puffy knelt down near Wilbur. “What’s your name?” She quirred. 

“My name is Wilbur.” Wilbur responded.

“How old are you Wilbur?” She asked. Will held up 6 fingers. Puffy nodded and then picked up the 2 year old.

“Awww hes so cute!” Puffy said assuming he didn’t know how to speak yet.

“My name is Tommy!” He giggled. Suprised puffy gasped.

“Oh and do you know how old you are?” She asked.

“I’m choo!” Tommy replied. He had a way with words and loved speaking most kids his age couldn’t speak but Tommy picked up on it when he was 8 months old. Speaking clearly by 1 years old. That’s one reason his mom left them because Tommy loved talking the baby didn’t shut up. Instead of crying he was always yelling. He was a child he couldn’t help it.

“He speaks so clearly.” Puffy put him down.

“I know, it’s insane. You know how to weave cerease (sir-ree-s) right?” Phil asked.

“Of course I do!” Puffy laughed. 

“Oh thank god.” Phil sighed. “Well I signed them up for aversitary and Wilbur here is a phantom I need his outfit sewed with cerease fabric.”  Phil explained.
“Well I'll gladly do it for you” Puffy replied with a smile. 

“Thank you so much.” Phil was relieved. He payed puffy and provided the cerease. Puffy then used a tape measure and measured them. She estimated the time to be around 2 weeks maybe earlier. They left and went home. 

             Phil was strict about them not going outside wilbur and techno literally couldn’t. Tommy could tho and he made sure to make it everyone else’s problem. Wilbur could only go out and anywhere techno went would probably get him killed. Tommy ,tho, Tommy was special, people liked tommy and avians loved the outside so keeping him inside was hard. 

             Another thing tommy did was start calling phil the crow papa. He was reading a picture book with techno and came across a crow he said it looked like phil. Now he refers to him as the crow papa it got to the point where even techno accidentally calls Phil crow papa. It was just a silly little name but Phil loved it.

             As prompted in 2 weeks techno and Wilbur started at their adversitary. It was a lot worse then they thought it would be. They had the same teacher as every 1st year had.

“Welcome to your first year at drusec adversitary!” Was written on the chalkboard in big bold letters. The teacher of the class was a star borne when techno walked in the class she showed clear distaste. Wilbur grabbed technos hand tightly and pulled him to sit next to him. 

“We’ll origians! This is your first time at adversitary how are you feeling? Raise your hand to answer.” She announced to the class.

Some kids' hands shot up and some kids slunk in their seats. The kids who had to sit at technos table seemed frightened and somewhat disgusted. Techno was uncomfortable at the table but Wilbur was right there.

The teacher took some answers and finally got started

“My expectations for you this year is that you will respect me and all of the other fellow teachers, don’t get out if your seats unless giving permission, and do not disrupt my class.” She spoke strict but techno wasn’t scared. Neither was Wilbur, Who seemed to be mocking her.

“If you can follow these rules I can guarantee a nice good year.” She grinned a big fat smile. Her smile was so big it looked like her face had been cut in half. 

“Now my name is miss judith smith but you can call me miss j.” She began passing out a paper. The paper read “pretest” it had small grammar errors and writing prompts. 

“Okay, by a raise of test can sone tell me what pretest means?” She asked. No one knew so no one raised their hand but silly old techno raised his hand quickly.

“Uhm, techno?” She asked. Techno nodded.

“A pre test is an assessment that doesn’t count for your grade but tells the teacher what you know.” Techno has read it in a book before. The teacher nodded.

“Correct! Do what you can and try your best.” A few kids mumbled but techno didn’t catch it. Wilbur did tho, and he kicked them. 

Techno got 100 on the test Wilbur got zero. He didn’t finish any questions either. He couldn’t read no matter how hard Phil tried to each him he never got it. Wilbur hated reading. He deemed his voice superior. (Which turned out to be true as when Will grew up he became a poet.) techno figured school wasn’t that bad when Phil took them home. Oh how wrong he was.

      It had started with small micro aggressions. Students avoiding him. The teacher separating him from the others. Him having to work alone. Wilbur although he was only six was his biggest defender. Actually Wilbur did not tolerate it at all. He would yell at miss j and got spankings often. Techno was quiet mostly. He didn’t like Will getting in trouble. Quite frankly he thought Wilbur was just trying to act out.
      It was until someone called him a killer he realized why wilbur had always defended him. And it definitely wasn’t because of the beating wilbur gave the kid. It happened during phys ed. The teacher was teaching them the game quirol. It this game you try to keep the ball off of your side. More importantly, you're supposed to use your powers to do so. When everyone else hit someone on accident it was fun. But then techno hit it and it hit someones chest. The millinger began crying.
“Killer! You tried to kill him!” A kid yelled then before everyone could start joining in wilbur socked him in the face. He began to beat him like a mad man. The six year ols pulling at his hair and scratching him.
“Dont say that about him! Hes not a killler! Hes not! He’s not!” The boy screamed. Because the boy who called techno a killer was a bunny he was pretty much defenseless. So when teachers pulled wilbur off the bleeding bruised and hurt bunny they realized who the real killer was. They also pulled techno to the office but not even I know why they did that.

 When phil came he looked angry. Wilbur didnt care, It was unfair a kid accidentally hit him in the head with a ball they didnt call him a killer! If techno was a killer he woulsnt be clothed and fed well right now. His brother wouldn't be eating without a fight. Techno wasnt a killer. Techno was a savior. He cant change where he came from.

“What happened?” Phil asked the headmaster.
“Your ‘son’ William or Wilbur beat up a helpless bunny for doing nothing.” She replied, a fake distress in her voice. 

“Is that so?” Phil crossed his arms. “Nothing provoked him?” The headmaster shook her head wilbur was quick to protest.

“No! No! They called techno a killer! They did! They did!” Phil has suspicions it was to defend techno. Wilbur had that habit.
“Mr phil he’s not even origian! You cant expect the poor children to be okay with his kind at their school its unnaccepttabl-” Phil stood up. Which quieted the headmaster.
“Listen here your job is to keep students safe no matter their origin. Nerethian or not, I expect techno to have the same respect as any other student. So I expect wilbur to get a minor punishment and if i hear anything else was the ‘consequence’ I will use drastic measures.” 

They left school and for the first time since technos 5th birthday they all had ice cream.