Sleepy Bois Inc. Angst Oneshots

Note to Self: Always Read the Label

TW: kinda sickness (?) and swearing
AN: No one asked for it, but I wanted to write it. I present to you *drum roll* baby Wilbur!
_writerly_31_ whispers to you: is this a crack fic?
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Wilbur stumbled into the kitchen. It was a little after three am, and he had just finished writing and singing some lyrics for his new song.

He swallowed dryly and opened the fridge in search of something to drink. His eyes glanced over several options before he found the one he wanted. He popped the cap and guzzled it, not bothering to check the label.

The liquid burned on the way down. He pulled the bottle away from his mouth, confused. Water wasn't supposed to burn, right? He only drank it once in a while, but he was pretty sure the answer was no.

A wave of tiredness washed over him. He twisted the bottle around in his shaking hand. When had he started shaking? He tried to read the label, but his vision blurred. All he could make out was "Do Not Drink." His shaking worsened. The bottle slipped out of his hand and crashed to the floor.

"F-fuck," he muttered. He needed to get help. Wil took a few steps towards Phil's room and collapsed. His body felt like it was on fire. He shuddered and whined. Everything hurt. He curled in on himself, wishing for the pain to stop, until he passed out.

Wilbur woke up disgruntled and crabby. He rubbed his eyes with his palms. A minute later, he sat straight up. He was laying in a pile of clothes- his clothes. His jumper drowned him; it was the size of a blanket.

"What the fuck?" a baby's voice said. He looked around for Tommy only to realize that he was the one who had spoken. "What the fuck!" he shouted.

Phil sprinted into the room, no doubt summoned by the sound of a child's voice. His wings flared out behind him; Wilbur was captivated by them. He tried to snap himself out of it, but he couldn't. He stood up on his chubby little feet and wobbled over. He reached for the black feathers and ran his hand through them.

Phil rustled his wings. He turned around, looking for the thing that had touched his wings. He froze when he saw Wilbur, and Wil waved to him. He slowly waved back. Wilbur giggled and stuck his hand in the feathers again.

"Wil?" Phil asked. Wilbur nodded, jumping up and down. His brain screamed at him to act his age, but he didn't care. Phil stared at him.

"What happened?"

"Po-potion." He stumbled over the words. He tugged on Phil's robe and pointed towards the bottle he had drank from. Phil picked Wilbur up, swaddling him in his yellow jumper, and walked over to the bottle on the floor.

He carefully picked it up and read the label. "Wilbur, this is one of Techno's potions. Why on Earth would you drink it, mate?" Wilbur stared at the floor. Tears pooled in his eyes. He started crying. "No, no, no. It's okay. It's okay. I'm not mad. I just want to know why," Phil said gently.

"Not water..." Wil mumbled. He wanted to say more, but his mouth wouldn't cooperate.

"You thought it was water?" Wilbur nodded. He buried his head into Phil's neck. Phil carried him into the living room. He created a nest of blankets on the couch and set Wilbur down in it. He turned the tv on and changed it to a kids' show.

"Alright, I'm going to go get some baby clothes from the basement for you. I'm sure I've got something somewhere that'll fit you. Stay here." Wilbur nodded and curled up into the blankets. He caught Phil staring at him with a smile on his face. Wilbur half-waved, and Phil left.

Three episodes of Wild Kratts later, Technoblade walked in to the living room. He paused when he saw what was on tv. He scanned the living room and did a double take when he saw Wilbur.

"What the..." he trailed off. "Wilbur?" Wilbur crawled off the couch and waddled over. He looked up to the piglin and grabbed his hand. He dragged Techno over to the couch. He pouted until the taller man sat down.

Wilbur nodded contentedly and climbed back into the couch. He laid his head on Techno's lap, ignoring how Techno stiffened for a moment before relaxing.

Techno gently ran a hand through Wilbur's hair. He grew more comfortable by the minute, and it was obvious. He loosened up and stopped watching every corner of the room, daring anyone to show up and ruin the moment.

Wilbur yawned, and Techno pulled another blanket over him. He accepted the heat and laid his head back down on Techno's lap, falling asleep under the watchful eye of his big brother.

Phil returned half an hour later to find Wilbur and Techno fast asleep on the couch cuddling. Techno opened an eye and mouthed, "Not a word," before closing his eyes again. Phil's heart melted.
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