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Older Brother (Little!Phil, CG!Wilbur and Techno)

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!warning for bad words and some crying n stress :(!

Setting: IRL Minecraft
Summary: As the eldest brother of the family - practically the father of his younger brothers - Phil is supposed to be the most mature, to act like an adult and carry the responsibility. The stress becomes too much for him to handle alone.

there's never any little phil stories and i don't think that's fair. so, here I am, ready to contribute to a story category that is severely lacking

also yes, sbi are just brothers in this one, and the ages go 13 (tommy), 17 (wilbur), 18 (techno), and 23 (phil) :D
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Phil sat at the dining table, his head in his hands as he stared down at all the papers scattered in front of him. Ever since their parents had died money was tight, but they'd always managed to squeak by. Lately though...not so much.

"How are we going to afford this?" Phil whispered aloud, grasping his hair as he re-read the bills and notices before him.

Two weeks to pay electric, three to pay water, two for heat, he tallied the numbers in his head, groaning at the number he came up with and rubbing his eyes roughly.

"God, I'm going to have to pick up a third job at this point..."

Tears threatened to rise, but Phil fought them in a loosing battle. He couldn't cry, he was the oldest; he was supposed to be mature and organized, not crying and overwhelmed by a few pieces of paper. Eventually he just gave up, the weight of his situation finally causing him to give up and let the tears flow. A fuzziness poked at his brain, and Phil didn't bother to fight it as he lay his head on the table and sniffled quietly.

"Phil? Are you alright?" Techno called, leaning in the archway and red eyes scanning over his brother. He got no answer and frowned. "Phil?"

The blond picked his head up from the table and whimpered, holding his hands out and making a grabby motion; "T-Techieeee..."

Techno blinked. He'd never seen this from Phil before, and it honestly worried him. Maybe the stress is finally getting to him. Somewhat awkwardly, Techno picked Phil up and let the blond cling to him, but eventually became uncomfortable with the closeness and decided to find someone better suited to the job.

"Wilbur," Techno called, getting a shouted 'yeah?' back. "Can you come help me?"

Wilbur was quick to arrive and wasted no time in taking Phil into his arms and comfort him, bouncing him in his arms like you would a small child. Techno just stood with them awkwardly, waiting until Phil stopped crying to ask questions.

"So...what's happening?" He asked, leaning to check Phil's face. His blue eyes drooped with exhaustion but still seemed brighter than Techno'd seen in weeks. "Is he okay, or...?"

"Honestly? I don't know Tech," Wilbur sighed, stroking Phil's long blond hair as he talked. "I've only seen him do this once, he was telling me about how stressed and tired he felt and just started crying. He called me Wilby, like Tommy did when he was little, and- he told me he was three..."

Techno nodded in understanding, although his eyebrows furrowed; "What do we do?"

"Just play into it, hope it helps," Wilbur shrugged, giving a tired smile of his own. "Hey, maybe it will help. We'll just have to see."
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little phil is so underrated it hurts

i hope you enjoyed my contribution to a severely lacking category :)

next up is little Jack and cg eret, something a bit different :]

(608 words)
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