A continuation of last chapter.
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Wilbur and Technoblade had arived home from school an hour ago, and we're waiting for their loving father to return. "What's taking so long?" Wilbur voiced his worry, clinging to the pigging like his life depended on it. "I'm sure he just needed to get something at a nearby village." The slightly older boy assured his twin, rubbing his back slightly.
They headed the jingle of keys from the couch, and then saw the comforting face of their father.
Along with someone else.
The man walked in, and greeted his sons, before taking the stranger into the bathroom. The twins were curious, and followed the crow to his destination, watching as he sat the child on the counter and grabbed the med kit. "Whos that?" Wilbur asked, phasing through Phil as he got a better look. "He hasn't told me his name yet, but he's going to be staying for a while." Phil said as he smiled down at the brunette. "Where did he come from?" Techno asked eyeing the new arrival suspiciously. "I found him the same way I found you, Techno." The pig's expression went soft at that, giving the boy an empathetic, yet wary expression.
"Hey, why don't you both go get something for him to write his name on?" Ph1lza suggested, seeing both of them perk up, one more than the other, and run off.
"Those are my boys, Wilbur and Techno. They might take a bit to warm up to you, but they're sweet." Tommy nodded, looking with wonder as Phil wrapped his arm in cotton. Suddenly Wilbur was phasing through a wall, holding a notepad, and Techbo was entering through the door with a #2 pencil. "Here" they said in unison, causing Phil to giggle at their antics.
The flower-covered cow started scribbling on a page, the task capturing his focus at the perfect time, as Phil had to suture a gash on his leg. He still warned the boy, but told him to just keep writing. Tommy nodding and continued scribbling, stopping occasionally to wince at each pierce of his skin. The twins were looking away, quietly talking about their guest. "He seems nice.." Wilbur commented. "He's fine, but we can't just trust everyone who Phil brings home." Techno reminded. "I know, but just this once, can you try and be nice?" Wilbur jabbed. "Okay 1, rude. And 2, fine."
"What are you guys plotting now?" Phil laughed, bandaging the now stitched up leg. "Nothing." Techno said. Tommy cleared his throat and pushed the notepad in Phil's direction. "Hm- oh! Right, your name." He looked at the page and smiled.
"Tommy."
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General Fiction⚠️ None of the art is mine unless specified as such.⚠️ This book has been abandoned, I made a new DSMP oneshot book that can be found on my page, love you guys ♥︎ If anyone i write about is uncomfortable with a chapter in this book, I will take it d...
