DreamSMP oneshots and short stories

Dad? who is he?

It was common knowledge that Philza Minecraft didn't know how to raise a kid, sure he had 2 of them but that didn't mean he knew what he was doing.
What people didn't know however, was the extent of his carelessness...
Well you can't really call it carelessness, more like negligence.
He was an explorer, not a stay at home kind of man, and unfortunately, this carried on even after Tommy was born.

You see Phil liked to go out and see new things, at first this was fine, his wife would take care of Wilbur and he would go exploring. He didn't stay away too long however, a month at most, so Wilbur grew up with a dad. It was just that his dad wasn't around as much as he would have liked. When Wilbur was 13, Tommy was born.
He loved his little brother with all his heart, how could he not?
The second he saw Tommy he knew that he wanted to protect him.

PROTECT him.

Not RAISE him.

His mother fell ill shortly after Tommy was born.
His dad still wasn't home. This was the longest he had been away.
Wilbur took to caring for Tommy and making sure his mum was okay.
Phil returned after 1 more month of this.
But he wasn't alone, he came back with a pink haired man who called himself Technoblade.
Phil took over the role of caring for his wife and left Wilbur in charge of Tommy.

His mum died 3 month later.
And so here he was.
Wilbur was now 14, Tommy was only 5 months old, nearly 6 months.
Techno had been some help. When things got too stressful for Wilbur he would look over Tommy and allow Wilbur to have a nap knowing that his brother was safe.
But now?
Well now Phil was taking care of Tommy. And he was doing an okay job.
But you know you are failing as a father when your teen son has to teach you how to raise your own child.

It stayed like this for over a year. Tommy was now 2 years old. Wilbur was 16.

According to Phil this was the age when Wilbur could be left in charge.
And so he left.

Again.

And again.

And he continued to leave.
He went for months at a time saying that he didn't want to stay in the house he had to watch the live of his life die in.
He said he was looking for a place to move to.
They never did move.
The longest he had been away was 4 months, and in that time Tommy had caught whatever virus had killed his mum.
He tried to send letters to his dad begging him to come home but he either never got them, or didn't care enough to come back.
By the time Phil came back Tommy was all better. He was 4 at the time.
He had taken to calling Wilbur 'Wibby' as he couldn't properly say the L in the middle.
Wilbur's heart melted every time.

Phil stayed for 3 weeks before going off again.

And as always he left Wilbur in charge.

He shouldn't have left. God he should have stayed if only for a month.
Maybe then things would have been different.

It was 2 weeks after Phil had gone off again.
Tommy was on the sofa drawing, Wilbur was in the kitchen making food for the two of them. Tommy was never the most talkative. Granted if you got him talking he would never stop, but he would usually stay quite until he was talked to.
In order to fill the silence Wilbur had made a habit of playing music disks. He found after a lot of trial and error that Cat and Mellohi were Tommy's favourite and helped him get to sleep very easily.

It started off with one drawing.
A simple stick figure drawing with him and Tommy in it.
But it was labelled 'Me and Dad'.
He didn't want to correct him so instead he hung it up in the pinboard in the kitchen and patted Tommy on the head.
The next occasion was only 3 days later.
Tommy was trying to get his attention but he was busy and couldn't stop what he was doing.
"Wibby! Wibbyyy come on!"
"One second Tommy!"
"Come on!"
"I said one second!"
"Daaaad! Come on!"

Wilbur's heart stopped.
Tommy had called him dad.
He was Tommy's dad.
Not Phil.

Wilbur fought back tears.
He was so happy.
Tommy saw him as his dad.

He was so happy.
But he was also scared.
He was 16.
He wasn't meant to be a dad.
He should have been calling Phil dad, not him.

But he didn't correct him.

Tommy was now 5, nearly 6 when Phil FINALLY came back.
Tommy had taken to calling Wilbur either Wilby, he knew how to say L correctly now, or dad.
And Wilbur never stopped him.
Why should he?
Tommy saw him as his dad so why should he take that from him?

He should have stopped him when it first started.

It had been over a year since Phil had left. Nearly 2 years.
He had been gone for nearly TWO years.
Phil thought that his sons would be happy to see him again.
He didn't expect this.

He didn't expect to come into the house and see Tommy and Wilbur cuddling on the sofa together.
"Hey boys, I'm back!"
He expected Tommy to come up to him and give him a hug, not hide behind Wilbur.

"Hey dad. How was your trip?"
"It was good! Got a lot of good stuff from this one!"

He didn't expect this.
He didn't expect Tommy to turn to Wilbur and say those god awful 4 words.
Those words would haunt him forever.
Even after the damaged was fixed.

"Dad? Who is he?"

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