Your Tubbo

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  :-:-:-:-:-:- Time Skip -version 5- :-:-:-:-:-

They had to be stealthy. The group spoke about ways to get in during the walk through the country. If they went through the large creaky front entrance, Schlatt would definitely know they were there, even if he was almost black out drunk- so that was out of the question. There were a few emergency back doors, but they all had locks so again- not probable. 'Windows, maybe?' Tommy suggested. 'nope to loud to break- and to high for a child-' Will says back boldly. He knew calling him a child would annoy the hell out of his younger brother. 'HEY! I AM NOT A CHILD WILBUR! I TOLD YOU! TOMMYINNIT IS A BIG MAN, GET IT?! TOMMYINNIT=BIG MAN!' the group began to laugh and slow down at the 16 year old's antics. People close to him knew these jokes always resulted in a mini Tommy temper tantrum. Phil knew that better than anyone else in L'manburg- my bad... Manburg. Just as the group slowed to a stop outside of Niki's bakery, attempting to put an end to their friends shouting and cussing, Philza and technoblade walked past the group. 'Oh hey Will! Hey Tommy! Hello everyone else!' He said stopping to see what problems his sons were trying to cause now. Somewhere along the walk to the president's house, Ranboo and Puffy had joined the group, proudly standing by the team's side. 'Hello Phil!' Wilbur replied cheerfully as the others were drowned out saying the same thing. 'DADZA! TELL WILBUR THAT I AM A BIG MAN! TELL HIM TOMMYINNIT IS A BIG BIG MAN AND NOT A CHILD!' Tommy shouted jokingly at his father as he continued his miniature rampage. All Phil could do was sigh. 'Okay okay! Tommy, calm down. It was just a joke and you are a big man! Wilbur, you know better that to tease your siblings.' He spoke softly shifting his gaze to everyone else as he spoke. 'Techno didn't mind when I teased him' The older boy scoffed as he exaggeratedly rolled his eyes. 'You're damn right I didn't care Will- I am and always will be the older one here!' A deep voice came from the air behind Phil. 'Techno?! That you?' He could hear Ranboo and Wilbur say almost at the same time. 'Heh- yeah its me! The one and only!' The light pink, piglin hybrid finished off a vial of milk and revealed himself. 'Yoooo techno?! You're here too!' Tommy said, realising his entire family was here now. 'Yes it's me child!' Techno laughed while being glared at by his dad. 'Bitch-' Tommy huffed under his breath as the eldest of the sleepy kids quickly calmed down. 'Anyway! We're gonna go destroy the government! Wanna come? Quackity added, suddenly breaking the newfound silence. The group had been partly quiet as many people were scared of Wilbur and Tommy's brother, including none other than Ranboo and Niki and puffy and Skeppy. Skeppy seemed to be afraid of many people... 'Destroying the government?! Count me in Quackity!' the pig quickly jumped on he idea of fulfilling his anarchist dreams. Philza, on the other hand, was slightly more concerned. 'Wait- why are you doing that? Anything in particular or do you just want to ✨cause problems on purpose?✨' The sleepy Bois father figure asked inquisitively, hoping to get anything other than an 'anarchy!!!!' answer from his adoptive piglin son. 'Uhm- yeah actually.' Will seemed to become a lot sadder after that question. 'We're-' he continued before being cut of by his shorter tempered younger brother. 'We're doing this for Tubbo!-' the blonde boy snapped, refusing to look at the rest of the group. Phil was instantly confused and everyone could see it. He reached out to hold his younger childrens' hands and calm them down again as Wilbur had started to tear up. 'Wait- why would Tubbo want to take down what his d- what Schlatt made? Is he with you or back at home?-' Phil's confusion was no longer trying to stay hidden and neither was his worry and concern. Ranboo just looked down at Tommy, seemingly asking him a silent question and both brothers nodded back at the enderman hybrid boy. The half black, half white figure stepped infront of them, revealing what or more specifically who he was carrying. Tubbo. Still beaten, bruised and shaking from the cold despite the several layers of blankets and coats over him. Phil gasped and his once cheerful smile turned to a smirk of revenge. He turned his head to face his piglin son. 'You go commit some minor terrorism techno. I've got a government to take care of...'