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Everyone used to tell their people about the lovely blond man they had met earlier, nobody ever knew where he came from or who he was. When asked, the man would reply; 

"Just down the road"

The man was vauge with answers, but he always had a nice conversation, talking about medicine or different storys about his travels.

From small villages to large towns, vists grew appreciated, worshipped even. 

That's how 'The Blond Traveller' came to be.

The Blond Traveller was a myth, or a legend that had been written for centuries, people spoke about his kindness, gentle nature and lovingness.

The Blond Traveller had been a charming man, getting what he wanted when he wanted, but never taking more then he needed.

The Blond Traveller could do no wrong. He had once rescued a young child from a well she had fallen down. The Blond Traveller was harmless.

The Blond Traveller loved children, he cared for any and all as if they were his own children, he loved and he cherished them.

The Blond Traveller wasn't always there, no, but he was there enough that he warped his way into everyone's hearts.

The Blond Traveller stories dated back to thousands and thousands of years before today, some folktales would say how he was as a young man, not many, but there were few.

The Blond Traveller was there for everyone he passed, making sure they were alright, making sure that they were looked after and safe from harms way.

So where the fuck is he?

Where the fuck is Philza Craft, The Blond Traveller?

Nobody knows.

Nobody has known for a good few years now.

Nobody knows about his wife and three children, they don't know about the man who left them to die once he began to get too attached.

Nobody knew about the two 13-year olds, and baby child he had before fleeing.

Philza Craft didn't know.

He didn't know his oldest son's pain they went though by their mother's side.

He didn't know how much his youngest had longed for a father. The Father that he had been told so much about.

The Father that stopped being spoken about after his brothers had figured out that he wasn't coming back for them.

"Wilby! Wilybee!" 

These three boys had aged, The oldest boys now being 20, while their younger brother Tommy had just woken up for his 7th birthday.

"Tommy! Tommy!"

Well, That's half true.

Tommy was waking everyone else in the house for his 7th birthday, Wilbur was just his first victim. 

"Wilby wake up Techno! He's gonna be a bitch if i do it!"

It just happened that Philza Craft decided to fuck off after Tommy had been born.

"Oh let's let Techno sleep, don't you wanna wake up Mumza first sunshine? Then you can open your presents!"

Wilbur just knew the way to a man's heart, Tommy Couldn't deny that option, Techno was a wrong'un when he got woken up bad.

Their Mother, Kristin, had told them the tales of their father, their father that had loved them so much when they were small.

If Wilbur and Technoblade were still young and arrogant, maybe Phil wouldn't have left, maybe Tommy would've gotten a father to show up to his parents evenings.

Kristin wasn't always in good health, she always seemed to have some form of illness whether it be an awful cough or she couldn't get out of bed.

So Wilbur was counting on his mother being okay, he cared for her, sure, but it's Tommy's day and none of them want to put a downer on that, not even Kristin.

"Mumza! Mumza! Mumza!"

Wilbur had lent on the doorframe to watch this sight unfold, Tommy hadn't jumped on the bed yet, which was a good sign.

"Mumzaaaaaa"

Tommy wanted his presents, he would keep bothering her for now.

Wilbur left him to waking up Kristin, opting to wake up Techno in the meanwhile.

"Technooooooo"

Techno never got enough sleep on Tommy's birthdays, to him it was a reminder of their father leaving.

"Wilburrrrr go away" 

It was the same for Wilbur, but Tommy was more important today, and every day.

Techno had curled himself up in a ball of blankets, facing away from everything, He could hear his curtains being opened.

Ah so he was getting a 'Classic Wilbur Wake-up' Which was the go-to on Tommy's birthdays to try and wake him up in a good mood

"Wilbeeyyyy" 

Tommy had walked into the room.

Techno shuffled around to see his younger brother

"Yes sunshine?"

Techno had shuffled back around when he began to think he wouldn't be bothered.

"Wilby can you wake Mumza up for my birthday please?"

Wilbur and Techno were confused, Wilbur left Tommy with Kristin, why wasn't she awake yet, she's a light sleeper.

"Could you not get her up for presents honey?, is Mumza not well again?"

 Techno was also confused, Mum always woke up for Tommy's birthdays, even if she struggled getting down the stairs for them.

"She's really cold wilby, i didn't wanna bother her anymore, that's not nice"

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They lost their Mother that day. 

Techno could never forget the ringing in his ears as he rushed to her room.

Tech couldn't forget Wilbur's hurried shouts of needing help. 

Technoblade would never forget how confused his brother was, after all, nobody had told him about death, it was irrelevant. They would keep him safe.

He could hardly remember Wilbur sitting Tommy down, through his own sobs, and explaining that their Mumza was gone.

It was all a blur after the initial realization of, she was never coming back, Kristin, his own mother, was never speaking to him again.

She would never be able to tell Tommy another bedtime story, She would never fix another one of Wilbur's guitar strings ever again.

She was just gone, he could see her, he could touch her, but she wasn't there.

Not really.

Techno knew that, he definitely knew that.

but he also knew that he wanted her to patch up his knee after fighting with Wilbur and tell him about dad.

Dad.

Phil wouldn't know.

Philza-fucking-Craft wouldn't know about his wife's death.

he wouldn't care.

Wilbur was positive that Philza Craft kept ruining his life in more ways.

Here he was, Wilbur soot, breaking out into tears for the second time tonight.

he'd only just stopped crying as well. 

oh.

He'd only just stopped crying.

Wilbur had to be brave.

"Sun-Sunshine?"

For Tommy, if not for himself.

"Why you crying, you don't do that, that's for sad people wilba"

Wilbur could back out.

He knew he could back out of telling Tommy, Wilbur could ask his twin, and he would tell Tommy.

"Wilbur. It's gonna okay"

Technoblade's voice filled the living room with an attempt to soothe his brother.

"Sunshine, Mum-Mumza's Mumza's dead"  

Technoblade had moved to hold his brothers, he wasn't gonna cry.

"Tubzo's pet lizard was dead once, but his dad brought him back!"

He wouldn't cry

"He looked a little not the same, sure, but Tubzo was happy"

His eyes were just watering, he hadn't blinked in awhile now.

"Can we bring Mumza back then?"

Tommy's face lit up, he wants his Mumza back, Tubzo was sad when his Lizard was dead.

Technoblade was never gonna cry today, he was gonna have a good day.

but it was 9:32am.

"We- We can't get Mumza back sweetheart"

He didn't have the energy to be brave right now.

So he let his eyes water, and he cried.

he cried in his brothers arms.

Tommy didn't understand why they were crying.

He could just go get her?

She can't have gone too far.

He decided against messing with Techno's disheveled braid, in favour of dragging them to the couch.

Even if he couldn't get Mumza back, it'll be okay, that's all that mattered.

He had his Wilby and his Techno, wrapped around him on the couch, sobbing their eyes out.

Yeah.

They'll be okay eventually

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Wilbur woke up first later in the afternoon.

The golden hour sun had shone directly into his eyes and wouldn't budge.

He awkwardly shuffled out of the cuddle pile, wiping the sleep out of his eyes before noticing that it was still Tommy's birthday.

Why did everything have to happen on Tommy's birthday?

Wilbur made his way over to the kitchen.

The sun followed through, glaring off the blackstone countertops that Kristin and Phil had picked out when they moved in 19 years ago.

Every little thing.

Everything he had known in his life had something to do with his mother, how could it not?

The handcrafted plant pots that she and Tommy had made, sat in the light.

She raised him.

The leftover cookies from two nights ago.

She raised Techno.

The apron she wore when baking, adorned with flowers.

She had raised Tommy.

The new pair of shoes she had got for the warmer months, on the kitchen stool.

And now

Now she couldn't.

Kristin was gone, He had to accept that.

For now, He could be in denial, just for a little while.

Maybe she'd come back?

She loved them.

Kristin would come back to them. 

Always.

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Tommy dug his head further into Wilbur's jumper to prevent hearing anymore cries.

Or he tried to

Instead, Wilbur wasn't there.

hm

Oh well, more cuddles for Techno.

Techno lightly pushed Tommy off of his chest and into his arms to find the source of the noises.

He knew full well who it was, Techno just needed to know why.

Well apart from the fact their mother was dead.

"Wilbur?"

Techno didn't shout as he walked around the kitchen island.

He needed Wilbur to know he was safe.

"techno?"

Wilbur's voice was weak and scratchy.

"it's still his birthday techno"

It's fine

Wilbur also felt quite weak.

that's okay.

he can feel weak after the day he's had.

"why don't we let Theseus open his presents? then I'll sort out all the assets once he's asleep?"

Please.

Just let me ignore it for a little bit longer.

"okay.."

Tommy had started to stir awake from his short nap by now.

"Wilby? Tech?" 

Scrunching up his eyes, Tommy yawned.

"back ta bed"

The twins gave a small chuckle.

"don't you wanna open your presents sunshine?"

Tommy's face scrunched up.

"Na i want cuddles, gimmie cuddles bitch"

Wilbur already gone back over to the couch awaiting Tommy and Techno.

"Techoo, put me downn"

Techno complied and sat down on the couch arm and switching over to an episode of Bluey.

"Be back in a minute"

The two watched in amusement as Tommy pounced up the stairs to do whatever he was doing.

Wilbur had fallen asleep, Techno having eventually sat down next to his brother.

Tommy was still nowhere to be seen.

Oh well, he's asleep in his comfy bed then.

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Really, Wilbur should've known Tommy would make one of his brothers take him to his bed.

But they were both exhausted from the events of yesterday.

He didn't give much of a thought to that Tommy could've gone anywhere in the house.

Neither of them checked up on Tommy during the night.

He would've been asleep by now.

Tommy wanted cuddles, Wilbur and Techno were doing other stuff.

So why not go to Mum?

Mumza gives good hugs.

She didn't hug back this time, but she was a pretty lightsleeper usually.

She was probably having a really good dream then.

Tommy gave her a small peck on the forehead and huddled up beside her.

She was still cold.

Tommy thought someone would've brought in a few more blankets by now.

He'd just keep her warm.

Tommy cuddled up closer to his Mumza.

She'd get him his presents tomorrow.

and and then they could go to the fair and go on the bigman rides.

Now that he was seven he could do loads more likeee

hm

he doesn't actually know

But he's getting taller innit? 

Yeah.

And with that Tommy drifted to sleep, holding onto his mother.

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"Do you think he'll care?"

Techno mumbled into his brother's hair,

It was the next morning now.

He thought about Phil more than Wilbur and Tommy, Wilbur puts anything to do with him to the side, Tommy wasn't old enough to remember.

"I'm not sure.."

Wilbur could barely be heard.

Techno audibly yawned, rubbed his eyes with his hands, and got off of the couch.

Wilbur turned over on the couch to cover it whole, sinking into the warmth where techno had slept.

The phone rang.

Techno groaned, he'd have to socialise, wouldn't he?

"This is Technoblade speaking, Who is this?"

The person on the other end paused, then began

"Hey Techno, I'm calling for Kristin's birthday cake order?"

Birthday cake?

Silence filled the room.

"Techno? Are you alright?"

Wilbur's right, everything's connected to her,

"Niki.." His voice rough as he spoke, "Niki she she passed away sometime before yesterday morning, we found her in her bed"

The silence stayed still in the air, unwilling to leave.

"Oh my! Techno? what have you guys done? what are you guys doing?!"

Techno made a noise of protest, Trying to make out that they'd be okay.

"Oh goodness, Tech, you need to call the mourge or something, sort out assets, Is your father still completely out of the picture?"

Niki continued on with her seemingly endless questions and advice, Techno could never truthfully say he didn't need to think about this stuff.

Prime, he was the Oldest twin, Oldest sibling, He would have to sort out the house and and the money.

"Techno, I have to go back to work now, I'll call later"

Techno vaguely registered the noise as Niki hung up.

He didn't need to do much, just tell Tommy that he's got a birthday cake now, That's okay, He can do that.

There was a calloused hand on his shoulder now, he must've woken up Wilbur.

"Tech"

His head turned to face his brother.

"Wil"

His voice cracked.

"Wilbur we're only 20, Tommy's 8 we- we can't do this" Techno was crying now, his words turning into blubbering nonsense as he spoke,

"We- can't We can't he's already lost one parent, both of them on his fucking birthday Wil"

Wilbur sighed before he spoke

"We lost our parents too, and you know that Tommy needs us to be strong"

"We need to figure some things out now, that's for sure, But we have all the time we need Techno"

His hand was removed from his shoulder.

"On a lighter note, What time did Tommy wake up?"

Techno paused his sobs.

He took a breath

Tommy, Tommy, Tommy.

He thought for a moment

"Haven't seen him yet, So before me" He waited a few seconds before speaking again, "I'll go get that cake from Niki"

Wilbur nodded as Techno went off somewhere, Presumably to change to go out.

Now to find Tommy.

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So I'm back on ao3 with writing again, I've been lurking around through fandoms, As you do, So i'm thinking of continuing this story, 

I could either

A) Rewrite all the story so far but make it good

B)Continue from where i left off and apologise for plotholes

What'dya think?

I also think i'm gonna start on some Good Omens work, Due to the fact i have been sad about season 2

Have a nice daynight!

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Niki's Bakery.

A stunning building to look at, Unsurprisingly, Very pink to look at too,

But, as people can tell from his hair, That's not all that bad.

The bell chimed as Techno walked through the bakery door, Announcing his entrance to the room.

The display cakes were big and vibrant, With all sorts of fonts and colours on each design.

Some part of him wondered what Kristin had ordered.

"Techno!" a female voice yelled from the counter, "You're here?".

That part of him had now been taken, And ignored, for the part of him that now had to get this cake.

"What else was I supposed to do? Leave it?"

Techno pondered, Just for a moment, If he should have stayed home, and left the cake for tommorrow.

"God, You should be at home.." Concern filled her face, "How are they?"

Surely she can't ask this, Their mother died, How else can they possibly be.

"They're fine Niki" He sighed, "Please just give me the cake so i can go back to them" 

He placed down four 20 notes on the counter and waited for the cake.

Niki slid the notes back towards him, The cake was placed on the counter, a two tiered cake, By the size of the box.

"You're not paying for this Tech."

Techno simply nodded and took the cake, Slipping the notes into her tip jar as he left.

He usually enjoys the walk here and back, A constant in his life.

Wilbur worked summers there for 5 years when he was younger, Kristin would send Techno down, Sometimes with Tommy, To go pick out some treats for the family.

To go see Wilbur.

To leave and go away for awhile, When she wasn't okay.