Sweet, Strange Family

Where There Are Hellos

The next morning, Tubbo was awoken to the sound of sizzling in the kitchen, the smell of some sort of meat filling his nose. Tubbo wiggled out from his blanket prison and waddled into the kitchen, the back of his fists trying to clear the sleep from his eyes. He watched quietly as Philza, dressed in a gray robe and slippers, made some breakfast on the stove, pouring some tan pancake batter into a pan and waiting for the bubbles to form and pop. Tubbo carefully tugged on the end of the robe, Phil spun around to be greeted with two large, yellow-green eyes staring up at him with pure, innocent excitement. Phil smiled, the wagging tail behind the boy, catching his eye and making him chuckle at the sweetness of the scene.

“Hungry, little guy?” He asked, getting a thrilled nod and harder tugs on his robe in response. Phil laughed and picked Tubbo up by the waist, setting the little guy on the counter. “Don’t touch the pan or plates, they might be hot, okay?”

Tubbo nodded with enthusiasm, making grabby hands towards the slice of ham Phil was about to place on the bread that sizzled away in the pan. Phil chuckled, amusement clear in his eyes as he tore off a piece and handed it to the hungry child who eagerly chomped it down. 

As Phil continued to make a breakfast sandwich, one that smelled absolutely delicious to Tubbo, footsteps feel from the upstairs in fast succession. Tubbo jumped, the sound making his ears and tail stick straight up as he looked to the older, blond man for answers.

“Tommy! Quieter, please,” Phil called, but by the time he was finished, a head was already peeking into the kitchen.

“What do you mean ‘quiet,’ Dad? You never care that I’m loud!” The new boy, around ten-years-old, if Tubbo had to guess.

“Tommy, your brothers are sleeping and we have two visitors.” Phil flipped over the sandwich, not looking at Tommy.

“Visitors? What do y-” Tommy cut himself off as he noticed the small child sitting on the counter, shoving the last bit of ham into his mouth. Tommy gasped and ran over to Tubbo, whose eyes went wide at the speedy child who’s white wings had opened up to half their wingspan during Tommy’s excitement. “You’re so cute!” The winged boy cried, lifting up one of Tubbo’s hands uncomfortably to inspect the child.

Phil sighed as he watched the scene, carefully swatting away the hand that was holding Tubbo’s wrist. “Be gentle, Toms. You’re too loud, and he’s so small, you can’t just yank him ‘round like that.”

Tommy groaned, “fine, fine, but do we get to keep him?”

Philza rolled his eyes at the seemingly unusual question. “I don’t know yet, I’m talking to Mr. Karl right now about what to do.”

“What’s Karl got to do about this?”

“You’ll see when the other one wakes up. I don’t think we have the space nor do I have the ability to care for a child like Ranboo.”

Tommy seemed to contemplate what Phil had said before getting distracted and jumping onto his toes to peer at the stove. “What’s for breakfast?”

“I’m just making everyone’s favorites. It’s going to be a stressful day. Can you go wake up your brothers for me?” Phil set the sandwich on a plate before turning to the fridge once more.

“Wil is already up. He was showering when I headed down. I’ll go get Techno, though!” With that, Tommy burst from the kitchen and back up the stairs, leaving Phil to let out an amused chuckle.

“That was Tommy and you’ve already met Wilbur. Technoblade is my oldest. He can be scary, but he’ll warm up to you guys, I promise.”

Tubbo giggled as Phil ruffled his hair, “Can I call him Techie?”

Philza’s eyes squinted with amusement, “You can ask him, Tubs. Though, I bet you’d call him that regardless.”

Tubbo let out an affirmative ‘mhm!’ before getting distracted and making grabby hands at another slice of ham.

“No, no, Tubbo, let’s get you a real meal before you fill up on ham. What do you and Ranboo like to have for breakfast?” Phil poured a whisked up egg into a pan, letting it sizzle as he cleaned off a potato in the sink.

“I never eat with Boo so you’d have to ask him, but one time I heard him ask for cereal! I like eggies, though! Daddy always made them with sausages when he was feeling nice.” Tubbo swung his feet off the edge of the counter in pure excitement, his tone rising to a near squeak with a small giggle to finish off his statement. 

Phil furrowed his brows, confused as to why Tubbo seemed so casual about what his father was like. Based on what he and Wilbur had discussed, Tubbo understood his father was unkind, but the childish naivety that Tubbo held must have spared his brain from realizing exactly what his trauma meant. Phil shuttered at the thought of Tubbo’s realization when the child was older but pushed it to the back of his mind, trying to focus on the present and getting the children the help they needed.

Flipping the eggs onto a plate, Phil added a chopped and seasoned potato to the pan along with a few sausage patties, the smell seeming to lure in a face Tubbo had never seen before except in the picture he had seen a few days prior.

The teen was tall, his head nearly touching the top of the doorway even with it already being larger than normal. His skin was tinted slightly pinker than a normal person’s and his hair was a vibrant pink, his roots matching the rest of his head, meaning it was natural. It reached down to his waist in a wavy pattern. Large rings and chains adorned his body, most of them gold-plated and a few had little jewels attached. Though, even more adorned than his fingers were his ears with several piercings, probably six or seven in each elongated, pointed ear. 

“Who’s that?” The newcomer said pointedly, his speech slightly slurred from the dulled down tusks protruding from his mouth.

Before Phil could respond, Tommy burst in, “Tubby! He’s staying with us and his brother is in the living room. Right, Dadza?”

    Phil smirked at the nickname, one that Tommy had used once when he was six and it just stuck, each child using it on occasion. “His name is Tubbo and Tubbo said they’re not brothers.”

    Tommy huffed, not liking being told he was wrong. He opened his mouth to state such but was interrupted by a quiet voice coming from behind him and Techno.

“‘M hungry. Where’s Bee?”

Tubbo gasped in excitement at the sight of Ranboo, near ready to jump off the counter himself, had Phil not set him on the floor fast enough. He hugged the taller boy with a vice-like grip, the thirty minutes that they had spent apart being too much. “I’m right here! The, uh, old man is making us food!”

Tommy elbowed Phil at the nickname to which Phil let out a huff and shoved the plate of eggs into his hand so he would leave the already crowded kitchen.

Ranboo looked up to Phil with a soft, sweet smile, his tail lifting higher as he finally woke up enough to smell the kitchen. 

"Thank you."

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