Family of Gods

Chapter 4 - Bipolar Actions

Ah yes, this one cringy chapter that I was to lazy to change. Ah well.

Phil smiled at the sleeping child, resting comfortably in the pile of newspapers. He still wasn't sure how he could do it, it looked uncomfortable.

"WILBUR!" Phil called, "DID YOU BRING IN THE BOXES?"

"I GOT THE STUFF!" A voice shouted back, "BUT AS YOU CAN CLEARLY SEE, I HAVEN'T GOT IT IN THE HOVEL YET!"

Phil sighed. He understood why Wilbur detested this place, the many reasons all building up to bitter hatred. But Phil could also see why the kid called it a castle. It wasn't because of how it looked. It was because of it being his home because he never had anything else. Phil sighed. Hopefully, the three of them could get jobs and can show the kid a real house.

Someone stomped into the house, face obscured by crates that quickly crowded two of the three rooms. They left the last one alone, for now, not wanting to disturb the person sleeping within.

"Where's Techno?" Wilbur dropped the last crate onto the floor recklessly.

"Shopping," Phil responded casually, ignoring the hurt look on Wilbur's face.

"Why is he the one shopping?" Wilbur whined, "He is stronger and he looks weirder."

"Wilbur," Phil shot daggers into the younger's eyes (Figuratively. Luckily for Wilbur, Phil had zero on hand), "I know better than to send you to a crowded place, full of people."

Wilbur grumbled in response, exiting the shack.

Phil looked at all the boxes.

"Guess I'll just have to start moving it all," the god sighed.

When Techno came back, he honestly expected the "house" to be on fire. Wilbur would probably have a fit. Techno snickered at the thought of a tantrum, knowing a fit would be expressed through subtler things. Wilbur may have been one for dramatics, but he preferred to not throw tantrums. Instead, he did things like light houses on fire or making important people go insane. You know, the subtler things.

"Phil," Techno entered the shack, kicking open the door, "I'm "home"." He was down the bag of groceries down on one of the many boxes in the room. How were they meant to live here? Why were they listening to Dream? Techno could very much beat Dream in a fight, yet the others cower in fear. Maybe the only thing keeping Techno here was his respect for Dream.

"Welcome back," Techno heard Phil respond behind him while Wilbur snickered.

"You completely ignored us!" Wilbur was clearly in a better mood now. If Techno actually took the time, he'd see the dead carcass of a poor animal. Manged beyond recognition. He already knew it was there, so he didn't even look. Phil looked tired, probably went to reap some souls that wouldn't go beyond and escaped.

Honestly, why escape if you are going to be reincarnated? Is it the memories of before? Do you want to keep your past? Techno didn't understand it. As far as he knew, no gods have been reincarnated.

Even if you wanted to remember, you could use the appropriate methods. Techno guessed that it was the fear of what you did in the past that halted everyone from remembering.

There was an afterlife for those who didn't deserve to be reincarnated. That was only for those who did unexceptional evil or the small space for those content with their life. For some reason, Techno was one of the few gods who weren't allowed in paradise. Not that he minded. He actually preferred the rare chance of someone becoming a nether mob. They often get the most freedom nowadays. Even with being in a small dimensional pocket, at least they weren't attacked near 24/7. Sure, there were occasional raids, but Techno found it more relaxing than being a, I dunno, a creeper.

A scream emitted from the forest surrounding the shack. No one moved an inch.

"What was that?" Wilbur asked Phil, who, if he wanted to, could easily know immediately.

"A dying person," Phil spoke sadly, "Probably a kid."

"Don't you want to know more details?" Wilbur questioned, worried more than curious. It was times like these that make him want to be there. Kids were his soft spot, the opposite of Techno. There was no major difference. Wilbur just didn't make them go insane as often as adults or tries to make his "game" not hurt any of the kids he puts through it. He often fails. Those were the times Wilbur hid away for weeks on end.

Techno had always questioned why Wilbur was like that. Why there were moments of almost brotherly actions from one of the craziest people Techno knew.

He didn't know he'd find out quickly why Wilbur had a touch of familial instincts.