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If someone asked Technoblade how he ended up in this situation, he would probably give them some off-handed comment about collecting orphans for his master plot or something. In reality, he had no clue how this happened.
Just like any other day, he went through his usual routine of braiding his annoyingly long hair, dragging himself to the kitchen to brew some coffee. While the nothing less of strong coffee brewed, he made his way to the bathroom. He flipped the dim lights on, suppressing a pained flinch as the light attacked his eyes. His gaze bore into his reflection as he stood before the bathroom mirror. Like always, he could barely recognize the person in the mirror.
With a sigh, he shut the light back off and returned to the kitchen. The smell of rich coffee filled his nose, the coffee machine sputtering to a stop. With practiced movements, he grabbed a mug and poured hot coffee into it before lifting it to his lips and taking a sip. It burned his mouth, as always, tasting bitter in a way that could only be described as horrid.
Just as Technoblade began to take another sip, a quick succession of knocks sounded from his front door. He could practically feel the annoyance on his own face.
Reluctantly, he went to his front door, opening it swiftly only to be met with the normal sight of the apartment hallways. Before his confusion could settle in fullness, a sharp wail sounded from below. Drawing his gaze downwards, his eyes met with a blue set of eyes. Off all the things he expected to see, a whole child was not one of them. Frozen under the child's gaze, he felt as if his life flashed before his eyes. After every step in his life that led him here, none of them could prepare him for this.
After a moment, reality hit him, and he quickly picked up the baby, careful to not drop it, and retreated back into his house. It was too cold outside to leave it there, would be Technoblade's defense, should someone question his decision. He found himself acting without much thought, moving on autopilot, gathering blankets and placing them on his couch before putting the baby amongst the now bundled blankets.
He needs to call Phil. He would know what to do, wouldn't he? He has a kid, so surely he'll have some advice. So, without waiting much longer, Technoblade went to his room, swiped his phone from its charging spot, and proceeded to call Phil. It rang for a few moments before he heard the click of it being picked up.
"Hello?" Phil's confused voice asked through the phone, "You alright, Techno? You don't usually call me that often-"
"I need help."
Technoblade cut Phil off, something uncharacteristic of him to do, yet he did so with a set of words Phil never expected to hear.
"You need help?"
He felt ridiculous having to admit it out loud, "Yes, Phil, I need help."
He half expected to hear Phil laughing at his admittance, yet he instead received frantic questions, "Are you alright? What happened? Who's hurt?"
"Calm down, Phil," Technoblade sighed, though it felt more like a statement for himself, "I'm alright, no one's hurt I think, but uh… how do I put this?"
.
.
.
"I found a kid, Phil. Someone left him on my doorstep."
"What?"
"I said-"
Phil, this time, cut him off.
"No, I heard what you said, Techno," He assured, his voice having a serious air to it, "Is the kid alright, no- Are you alright?"
"I- I don't know," Technoblade admits, "Just… Can you come over?"
"I'll be there in twenty."
Before Technoblade could say anything in protest, the phone clicked and he was met with silence.
With a sigh, he turned to the baby laying on his couch. It couldn't have been more than a year old. He should probably check the kid for any wounds or whatnot, he realized, moving himself to the kid to assess its health.
After a moment, Technoblade comes to the conclusion that the baby is, physically, healthy. While he doesn't know much about children, let alone babies, he does know what an injury looks like and the baby had none in sight, which was a win in his books.
Now he just had to wait until Phil got here, which shouldn't take any longer than ten minutes, considering how much time it took for him to check the kid for injuries. Deciding to distract himself, he ends up playing some random game on his phone, making sure to watch the kid in his peripheral as he sat beside the baby on his couch.
Some minutes pass before he hears a familiar knock at the door. Carefully getting up, trying to avoid upsetting the baby, he made his way to the front door and opened it to see Phil, as expected.
"Hey…"
"Just let me in, Techno."
Obeying, Technoblade stepped aside and let Phil into his apartment. Following closely behind the other, he watched as Phil made his way to the living space. The moment Phil laid his eyes on the kid, still laying on the couch, he made a beeline to them. With an experienced air, he sat down by the kid and cradled them carefully in his arms.
Technoblade stood awkwardly on the other side of the room until Phil finally spoke up.
"So, what do you plan on doing?"