Tommy-Centric Stories and Writitings

The Voices, Phil || Technoblade-Centric

Warnings:
Violence, Blood, Desc. of Injuries and Strangulation

Description:
Meeting Phil's kids was a bit violent more than Techno thought it'd be.

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Wilbur wasn't one to roughhouse, at least not to the extent that Tommy did. The little, blond gremlin seemed to draw in that kind of vibe; one of violence and conflict.

So when Phil brought home this pink haired weirdo who practically oozed with bloodlust, Wilbur knew it wouldn't end well.

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"Boys!" Phil shouted, throwing open the door to their quaint cabin-home. "I'm home!"

He turned to the teen at his side, gently pushing him into the foyer with a pat to his back "Relax mate, you're safe here."

The kid slowly walked into the house, elongated ears flicking towards the staircase to his side. A loud thunder of footsteps raced across the floor above and pounded on the steps. "Dad!" "Phil!"

Two kids, one appearing close to his own age and one much younger, tumbled over each other. The older of the two, a mop of brown hair and hidden under a baggy sweater, ran up to Phil and hugged the man tightly around the back. The other, young boy with messy blond hair and strikingly blue eyes stared him down with creased eyebrows. "Who's this?" The blond spoke, voice squeaky.

"This," a hand fell on his shoulder. "is Technoblade. He'll be living with us for a bit while I train him."

"Are you kidnapping more orphans?" The eldest kid asked teasingly.

Phil's face flushed red in embarrassment, removing his hand from Techno's shoulder. "No- No I'm just-" he sighed, wings fluttering once. "No, Wil, I'm not adopting him."

The avian turned to Techno. "These are my painfully awful sons. Wilbur," he motioned to the brown haired kid. "and Tommy." Phil pointed to the blond, scowling child.

Techno fidgeted with his shirt, uncomfortable in the room with eyes on him. He could deal with Phil, the man who he has been following around for the past few days. But two kids? He was very out of his element.

"It's late, let's get you all arranged in beds. Techno," the pink haired teen looked up. "You'll be staying with Wilbur. You two are about the same age."

He nodded and followed the man up the stairs, the two bots following after. They passed a room with two music disks on the door and "Tommy" written in the bold, red font. The kid still followed after, curiously peaking his interest.

The walked up to a door with little stickers of fish and cursive writing "Wilbur" on it. Said teen pushed the door open and stepped to the side to allow everyone in.

There was a bed with a blue comforter, a guitar leaning against the side, and a small couch in the corner. It was somewhat small- cozy, some would say. It was relatively clean too; clothes either hanging up or in a hamper, covers tucked in the bed, and everything nearly placed. "I'll sleep on the couch, you take the bed." Wil offered, being courteous like Phil taught him.

Techno shrugged, eyes downcast. "Thanks." He mumbled.

"Alright then." Phil clasped his hands together in front of him, a small smile on his face. "You two can get situated while I get Tommy off to bed."