It's No Longer Just Your War- Dream SMP AU

Chapter 1- The New Arrival

HI!  So my friend pressured me into getting an account after reading my story, so here it is!  This is completely for fun.  No TWs this time I think.  This is my first story ever, so I probably messed up.  Alright, I'll shut up now.  Enjoy!

 Techno scanned the farmhouse with cautious eyes, his heart beating irregularly. It was a neutral beige, with white railings and trimmings. There were worn wooden steps leading up to a porch with a swing, chairs, and small rusted tables. Everything looked well kept and tidy. However, the white posts at the top of the steps were covered in crayon drawings and smiley face stickers. The truck bounced and jerked as they made their way up to the house. The man in the driver's seat, Philza, gently nudged the car up the final legs of the drive, then parked it. He turned to Techno in the backseat with a small smile.

"I have many kids," he started with a nervous chuckle, shaking his ginger hair from his eyes. The green and white hat swayed on his head slightly. Techno raised an eyebrow but remained silent. Just because he had been adopted doesn't mean he has to care about what this smiling, British farmer had to say. "They can be overbearing at times, but they all mean well. The first day is the worst, but I'm here to help you through it."

Techno nodded, then started unbuckling his seatbelt. Philza did the same and swung the car door open. He opened Techno's door and Techno gave him a stiff, grateful nod. He slid out from the backseat and landed on the crunchy gravel. With a deep breath, he walked around the back of the truck and grabbed his suitcase and duffel. As he brushed a strawberry pink strand out of his eyes, he started making his way up to the house. Each step felt like a march straight to his funeral.

Phil fell in step next to him, and Techno instinctively stiffened. He lacked people skills and just walking up to this increasingly noisy house was activating his fight-or-flight instincts. He forced himself to relax as he ascended the stairs, surprised by how sturdy they felt under his feet. They looked saggy and water damaged, but held well. Techno finally stopped in front of the screen door, his hand resting on the handle. He tried to open it, but remained frozen. Phil gently placed his hand over Techno's and eased the door open. Techno flinched back at the physical contact but was still begrudgingly grateful. Through the actual door, loud chatter and laughter were barely contained. Phil looked to Techno and asked, "Are you ready?"

"I guess," Techno responded, internally flinching at his scratchy voice. He hadn't spoken within the last fourteen hours and was starting to become hoarse. Phil gave him an encouraging grin and unlocked the door. He swung it open and stepped over the threshold.

"I'm home!"

There were many loud crashes and Techno worriedly stuck his head inside. A scruffy boy with messy golden locks and a red and white shirt lay at the bottom of a spiral staircase, massaging his head. A brown-haired boy of about the same age was right next to him, panting. A boy in a green hoodie and white smiley face mask was doubled over laughing in a comfy looking armchair. Across the room, a boy in a white bandana was leaning on another boy with thick white sunglasses, both laughing loudly. Techno quietly stopped through the threshold as well and took a better look. The living room was large and cozy. Scattered couches and armchairs dotted the room and a small fire burned in the hearth. They were all different shapes, sizes, and colors. Everything was uncoordinated, but still managed to fit together. The dark wooden floors contrasted nicely with the previous white wood. Paintings of people, landscapes, and who knows what else were strewn across the walls. A large archway led to a butter yellow kitchen and the scent of sugar cookies wafted towards him. Techno inhaled, and the smell became even more potent.

Phil reached the fallen boys, shaking his head.

"Are you alright Tommy?"

The scruffy boy looked up in annoyance, but quickly grinned. "Hey dad! I'm ok," he said in a British accent.