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Techno stared blankly at the picture of him with the brown haired child. He couldn't remember the child's name, only knowing that they were twins and they'd been separated.
He was left alone as a child when he accidentally killed his parents using his ability. He was lucky Phil found him, though, or he might've been dead.
And here he was, in Phil, aka his adoptive father's house. Phil was a famous superhero, and Techno had been trained to be a hero alongside him, quickly gaining fame and being feared by all villains, some even shivered at the mention of his name.
'Ichor'' was the name given to him. He liked the sound of it- and the meaning. 'The fluid that flows like blood in the veins of the gods in Greek mythology.' His followers started to call him the blood god, so why not take the title?
It was catchy. More so than Phil's.
"Listen, Techno, mate, all I'm saying is that if my hero name changed to Crowfather or all the names you suggested, then people won't remember me." Phil said, flipping the chocolate chip pancakes, as he shooed off another crow using his spatula. Techno chuckled.
"Your whole costume is based on crows, you have crow wings and literal crows follow you- I think that people won't forget you that easily. Besides, it's not a stupid name like the one you have now." Techno spoke. Phil glared at him, pointing the spatula at him like an angry mother.
"I'm not taking opinions of someone who suggested the name 'Nephelai' which literally means nymph of cloud and rain." "And I'm not taking opinions of someone who named himself Pants Man when he was 16 and thought it was funny." Techno retorted.
There was a silence, as Phil pulled out a plate, "you're not getting these pancakes, mate." The blonde spoke, "WAIT. NO. NO- PHIL, CMONNN"
The news on the TV interrupted them.
"Viewers, we have got breaking news!" The news host, Jack Manifold, spoke. "A heist is currently taking place at Essempi Bank. For detailed information, we have our reporter Fundy, LIVE at the scene with us. Wish I could join them cause jesus fuckin christ this jobs payro– OH MY GOD CUT THE CAMERAS-"
What Jack said wasn’t surprising, as when the news station held YLYL event, Jack had said some stupid things.. One of the many was when he said that ‘pebbles’ were quite good, in the context of objects to shove up your arse.
"HBomb, can you hear me?" The hostess, Nihachu, took over, struggling to hold back her laughter because of her co-host’s stupidity. Jack currently had his face buried in his hands as he groaned, embarrassed.
"Yes I can! 1 hour ago two villains broke into the establishment, we have heard that they may have a few hostages. The two villains are known to be popular criminals Ringtail Rogue and Gunsman. We are waiting for more updates currently. Police are coming up with a plan, but may rely on the help of heroes. Hope its not Pants Man or Ichor cause those two SUCK A-"
Phil turned to Techno, knowing he had some rivalry against Gunsman. In his mind, they almost acted like siblings in a weird way. Maybe because of the rivalry or something- nonetheless, he found their banter entertaining.
"So are we-" "No shit." "Alright!"
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Wilbur had always felt like he was missing something. Strangely, he didn't know what that thing was, at least he had Tommy to fill a part of it.
Speaking of Tommy, he was being a little shit right now.
"COME ONNNN, CAN'T YOU TAKE A BREAK FROM YOUR GIGS FOR ONE DAY?? THIS HEIST MAY EARN US MORE MONEY!"
"Or more wounds. Besides, sunshine, you're sick. You shouldn't be going out in this state, you might pass out." Wilbur tried to explain.
"I won't!! I promise, just- please? I really wanna do this." Tommy said.
Wilbur thought about it for a second, before giving in. “Fine, I’ll see if I can take the gig off the list right now. If we don’t get money for the rent and an asbestos abatement company, I only have myself to blame.” He sighed.
As Tommy shouted out about how good of a day this was, all Wilbur thought of was of the heroes- were they gonna be there? And if so, who?
Probably Pants Man and Ichor. God, he hated those two with a great passion. Well, at least Ichor, who was.. annoyingly monotone yet similar like him. Hell, when he and Tommy had a fight with him, Tommy had accidentally called the pink haired man ‘Wilbur’, back when Ichor’s hair colour was still brown.
Yet, something felt oddly familiar about Ichor, the way he joked around, his annoying voice, his ability of all things, but Wilbur decided to not think about it. He didn’t want to.
“Wilbur, I- uh.. I might’ve broken your glasses-” Tommy said, holding the glasses Wilbur had set on the couch which were now broken in two, the brunette gasped. “YOU LITTLE SHIT- WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME EARLIER?? TO NOT BREAK ME OUT OF MY EMO MOMENT?” Wilbur snatched them out of Tommy’s grasp.
“BUT WILBUR, WE’RE FAMILY”
“Oh my g- SHUT THE FUCK UP-”
Loud laughing was heard before Tommy choked out a “STOP FUCKIN TICKLING ME-”
— 🪶
Phil underestimated his level of patience greatly when he started negotiating with the police.
"Listen, all I'm saying is that-"
"Okay pal, I'm not listenin' to anyone named Pants Man. How bout you take care of your arthritis first?"
Phil gawked at what the police said, before managing to let out an, "excuse me?" Techno stood behind him, before asking;
"Is there a problem here, Gregory."
"..how did you-"
"I asked if there was a problem."
"..no.."
"Good. So can we go in?"
'Gregory' sighed, before speaking. “You can, just know you have to be careful of the hostages- we identified them and they seem to be important.” “Who are they?” “Skeppy Ahmed, Quackity Serrano and Charlie Slimecicle. Skeppy is one of the richest people in Essempi, and Quackity and Slime are part of the biggest casino here.”
Phil nodded, trying to formulate a plan to keep the hostages safe while, just in case it escalates into violence, fighting the villains. He could ask Techno to bring them into a separate room, but what if Gunsman blocked it out? And Techno was too strong, he could be useful
Then the idea popped into his head. Slimecicle had an ability, as he was an ex hero, well- as indicated by his name, he was slime. But he was strong, he could block out any ability cause it’d just be absorbed, he could ask slime to cover Skeppy and Quackity as long as he possibly could, that is until the police comes in and rescues them.
“I have a plan. Let's go.”
— ☀️
Tommy was nervous. Yeah, sure, he could blame that on himself, but jesus fuck- this was his first heist, and he already had so much pressure on him, and at the same time, he was excited.
He’d heard this one line about the difference between nervousness and anxiousness.. It was from a book Wilbur had read to him the first night he had been adopted (well, unofficially at least.) as his younger brother, A Series of Unfortunate Events.
Something about how the word "nervous" meaning "worried about something". The word "anxious" meant "troubled by disturbing suspense". A person might feel nervous if they were served prune ice cream for dessert cause they’re nervous it tastes terrible, and anxious if they were served a live alligator for dessert cause they don’t know if they’ll eat dessert or if their dessert would eat them.
And to defy Lemony Snicket (fuck that guy, he had a stupid fucking name as well), he felt both at the same time. The anxiousness and nervousness had a chokehold on him, he practically shook where he stood.
Well, this was the adrenaline kick he was looking for anyway, especially since he was sick as fuck and had to stay inside for 8 days straight. He hated being sick.
He stifled a cough, as to not alarm Wilbur to ruin the heist. They needed this money, if that meant Tommy had to sacrifice his own health, then so be it.
"You alright, Tommy from Essempi??" One of the hostages, Slime, asked. They knew the hostages personally, Slime being the only one knowing that they were villains and the ones who captured them.. he didn't mind, mostly because he just didn't care. Tommy appreciated that in him.
Tommy sighed, "I'm a bit sick, but-" He coughed quietly, "I'm fine, perfectly fine." Slime looked at him with concern, before the doors slammed open, revealing Ichor and Pants man.
That was when the dizziness suddenly gripped Tommy.
— 🪶👑💥☀️
"Hohoho! Look at what we have here! What a pleasure to see you two." Wilbur said. He had a voice changer, so his normally warm voice was now replaced with a deep and husky one, it had low tones that scraped like nails on a blackboard and a hiss on the letter S. It sounded as though it had been broken on the rack, thin and pained. It sounded like a scream so high that those near it covered their ears in pain, it almost made Tommy cover his own.
"Let's skip the niceties, shall we?" Ichor said, sarcastic. Wilbur laughed a little, "awww, is little baby Ichor scareeeedd?" He teased, Ichor pulled out his axe, ready to swing at him, before Phil put an arm in front of him, signalling to halt. “Listen, let the hostages go, and we can talk about this.” Phil tried to calm down the situation.
Clearly, that wasn't the way it was gonna go down, as Wilbur had already started to form a sword using his fire ability. “How about we let the fight go on instead?”
“I’ll go fight Ringtail Rogue, you take Gunsman.” Techno nodded in response.
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"Don't hold back, or I'll break you." Wilbur snarled at Techno.
"All right, bring it on."
Wilbur charged at Techno. He dipped and weaved right up to him, then slashed downwards with the sword. Techno parried with one of his gauntlets, and the blade collided with the metal strapped to Techno’'s arms with a shriek that sent sparks flying into the air. Once Wilbur was finished, Techno slashed at him with his own axe, barely missing him.
The swordsman slashed uppercuts at the axe warrior, attempting to catch Techno from stem to stern. Wilbur took a small step to the right, and the blade passed a hair's breath away from his face.
Techno quickly punched Wilbur in the solar plexus, knocking the wind out of the swordsman and stunning him for a brief moment, before Wilbur could respond with a follow-up.
The fight had brought Techno and Wilbur dangerously close to probably hurting the hostages, and despite his counter-offensive, Techno had his back to the wall.
But Wilbur was still vulnerable to further attacks, and Techno was not finished.
Wilbur had been set up for another attack after the quick blow, and Techno obliged him, putting a simple sidekick into the swordsman’s stomach, doubling him over. Techno followed that up with a quick rising uppercut. Wilbur was hit, he crashed onto the floor.
“Hah, not bad..” Wilbur hissed out, in pain, before the sword retreated back into his hands, the fire raged on- now using long range, sort of like a fire bender. “But you’re gonna have to do better.” Techno only smirked. He slashed his leg with his blade, as blood flowed out- Techno was able to control it. “I’m prepared to.”
— 🪶☀️👑💥
As the fight continued, Tommy struggled to even stand. The dizziness was recurrent, and Phil could sense that. It may be his job to capture villains, but he wasn’t gonna attack when one was clearly sick as fuck.
“What? Not throwing punches anymore?” Tommy said, trying to sound condescending but instead like a middle school child talking to his bully or something, “You good, mate?” Phil asked, concerned about the younger.
“WHAT KIND OF FUCKING QUESTION IS THAT?? Of course i”m alright, it's none of your business-” He coughed aggressively, this time almost falling down to the ground, Phil rushed toward him, providing support- noticing the limpness of the blonde, the blonde tried to push him away, unsuccessful.
That's when Tommy suddenly passed out.
Phil quickly caught him before he could hit the ground. "TECHNO!" He yelled for his son, Techno and Wilbur stopped in their tracks to look at the two blonde's. Wilbur was immediately worried, running over to Tommy. "Take care of him for one second." Phil told Wilbur, the brunette nodded- not caring if he was a rival or enemy, Tommy was the only one he focused on.
"Techno, we have to take them in.” Phil said, guiding Techno away from the scene, Techno furrowed his eyebrows. “Wh- Phil, you have great ideas. You’re intelligent, but this may be the stupidest idea I've heard.” “Mate, you can clearly see they have some sort of poor living condition- and this could be a way to get information out of them.” Techno sighed deeply, before finally speaking, “Fine. Let's get to it.”
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As Wilbur carried Tommy over to the home, he was worried as all hell for his little brother, he’d been deadly sick for the past few days and he passed out here.. It was wrong for him to take him to the heist.
Was he a bad brother? Probably. Well, not probably- he was, to put it simply.
Wilbur put Tommy down on the couch, one that looked more comfortable than their own bed’s back at the flat. “You can take yours and Ringtail’s masks off if you want, y’know.” Techno spoke, the brunette glared at him, “and just give our identities away? No thanks.”
Techno scoffed, “I'm not gonna beat you up on the spot, just that you’re probably tired and its not healthy for him to have a mask on while sick.” Wilbur paused, a silence invaded their conversation.
“..that's probably the smartest decision.”
“See?”
“Shut the fuck up.”
He hesitantly took off his and Tommy’s mask, he saw Techno removing his own. “You’re uglier than I thought.” Techno spoke, blunt. “The same could go for you.” “Oh, you mother-” “BOYS!” Phil shouted, as they both went silent.
The older sighed heavily, “I’ll take Tommy to one of the spare guests rooms, you two stay here. If I hear bickering, I'm kicking the two of you out. Got it?”
“..got it..” they both said simultaneously.
“What was that?”
“Got it.”
“Good.”
Phil hummed, before picking up Tommy and going upstairs.
Wilbur sat on the couch, groaning as Techno sat opposite to him, they both were clearly exhausted- and bruised from their 'duel' earlier. Techno cleared his throat, to fill in the noise of the awkward tension. “So, uh.. Do you know what happened to Tommy?”
Wilbur shot him a stare, before speaking up, “Not really. Although, we did have a leakage on the ceiling which spread humidity throughout the flat.. So maybe it was that.” “Leakage?” Techno asked, a bit concerned.
“Yeah.. uh, we didn't have much money to get it fixed, and our landlord didn’t help out either. So we kinda just left it there.”
Now Techno was fully concerned. “..that.. Isn't good. Wil-” “Gunsman.” “Gunsman, that isn’t healthy conditions for anyone- especially Tommy, he’s a child.”
Wilbur scoffed, “That's rich, coming from a hero, you despise villains, and then what? You’re concerned for us?? Bullshit.” The brunette rolled his eyes, “Listen, I don't know if you have some complicated past with heroes but that isn’t the case.”
“SEE! That's what I'm talking about!” Wilbur laughed, “What? Don’t YOU have a complicated past? C’mon, every hero has one. Spit it out.” “Lemme think.. No.”
Wilbur huffed out, “..what's your deal anyway? Why’d you help Tommy?” “He looked sick, clearly, and you looked dismayed. Thought we’d do you a favour.” The brunette nodded, “mnthanks” He mumbled quietly, “Hm? What was that?” Techno said. “MmbtHanks.” “Can't hear you.” “OH MY GOD, THANK YOU” “BOYS!” “SORRY”
They both laughed a little, enjoying to be in eachothers presence for once. “..its.. No problem, Gunsman.”
Wilbur sighed, “Just call me Wilbur at this point. It's kinda weird if you call me Gunsman even after we know each other.” Techno took the name into consideration, “Then i shall give you mine, mine’s Technoblade, Techno for short.”
“..is your name actually Technoblade?”
“Is yours ‘Wilbur’?”
“Well.. no, its William.”
:”Will-i-am?”
“No, no-”
“Is that what you want me to call you, Will-i-am?”
“OH MY GOD-”
— 🪶☀️
Phil was concerned for Tommy.
The younger blonde kept getting night chills, and his temperature wavered from hot to cold, to cold to hot again and again. He was sure this was a fever, but even then, a fever’s a constant symptom in many different diseases and illnesses.
He’d have to check with Kristin when she came back from the cafe, good thing is that Tommy was currently waking up. Tommy groggily opened his eyes, sitting up as he coughed, Phil handed him a glass of water.
“Thanks, Pants Man- WAIT.”
Tommy looked at him with surprise, and then fear. “Don’t worry mate, you just passed out and we took you in for a while, Wilbur’s here as well.” As he said that, Tommy’s initial fear almost dissipated, now he’d just been a bit standoffish.
Phil sighed, picking up a medicine bottle as he poured some into a shot glass, a little amount, of course. He handed it over to Tommy, “C’mon, drink up.” The elder shot him a smile, “Yeah, yeah, i was gonna, bitch.” He said, as he downed the medicine, he gagged.
“AUGH- THAT TASTED FUCKING DISGUSTING” Tommy shouted, Phil laughed. “Yeah, yeah.. I know.” He spoke, taking the glass away from him.
“So, Tommy, right?” The teen nodded, “Well, I'm Phil, nice to meet you, mate.” “Yeah, whatever. Now, do you wanna interrogate me or some shit? God, i bet that fuckin cough syrup was-” “Mate, I just cared. I wanted to ask a few questions about what might have caused.. this.”
Tommy thought a bit, thinking of the various flaws in the house, “ There’s the asbestos closet, the moss that grows on our bathroom walls.. OH! It's probably the water leak in the ceiling!!” He said, but all he was met with was a face of concern. “I’m.. sorry? That’s the condition you two live in??”
Tommy nodded, Phil’s eyes widened, “Alright, um- you stay here, I’ll talk with Wilbur and Techno downstairs, kay?” “WAIT-”
Phil turned around to Tommy, who had yelled, “yeah?” “..do you think you could stay here..? I just don’t like being alone- that is unless it's really important, otherwise I'm not forcing you to stay or anything-” “Tommy, I can. I’ll just text Techno as to what I need to say.”
“..thank you.”
Phil smiled, “No problem, mate.”
— 🪶👑
Philz Min
Techno
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Technoblade.
Heh?
Philz Min
Can u ask wilbur if he and tommy would like to stay here for a while
Cuz their living condition is shit and i can provide enough stuff
Technoblade.
K
Philz Min
Ty m8 :)
Techno put his phone aside, “Phil’s asking if you wanna stay here for a while cause your landlord, Dream, is shit.” Wilbur paused in his rant about anteaters and why he hates them (with a passion, might he add.) “..uhh, wouldn’t it be an inconvenience?” “Nah.” “Then sure.”
Technoblade.
He said yeah
Philz Min
Alr good, r u two getting along?
Technoblade.
I’d like to think so, hes ranting abt anteaters rn lmao, he said he’d listen to my rants abt orphans later
Philz Min
GOOD, FINALLY, btw arent u both orphans??
Technoblade.
We do not talk about our dark pasts, phil.
Philz Min
Fair enough, see you!!
Technoblade.
You too :)
— 💥👑☀️🪶
A few weeks passed, and Tommy was still sick.. But less sick than all those weeks earlier, his temperature had been slowly going down- and he felt less and less faint and nauseous, he was able to get out of bed, which meant that it wasn’t so serious.
“TOMMY, TECHNO!” Wilbur yelled from his room, Tommy held in his laughter, as Techno smirked, they went into his room. “Yeah, Wilbur?” “What is it?”
“Where the fuck is my guitar.”
“Well, where is anything, really?”
“OH DON’T YOU FUCKING START THAT RIGHT KNOW.”
“Start what?”
“YOU LITTLE SHITS-”
Wilbur started running after the two, the noises that rang around the house were Tommy’s loud laughter, Techno’s scream and Wilbur cussing the both out.
Phil watched on, sighing as he waited for Kristin to come back. He hadn't planned for the two villains turned heroes to stay here for so long.. but he might keep them here forever.
Can't hurt to have 2 more kids.. right?