⌰⍜⋏☌ ⍙⏃⊬ ⎎⍀⍜⋔ ⊑⍜⋔⟒

14

"⏁⎍⏚⏚⍜!" They heard a cry in ender and turned to face Ranboo-and the newly emerged Tubbo, who no longer held Shulk traits. He seemed to look more like a bee. He had thin wings, two antenna atop his head, what seemed like some sort of yellow and black fur covering his wrists and ankles, and black eyes with yellow irises and a black slit-like pupil.

"Wha-" Tommy's voice came out as a whisper as he stared, wide eyed, at his friend. His brother.

Tubbo's outfit was the same as when he'd disappeared, but it was a bit torn. "Hello?"

Tommy and Ranboo both tackled him in a hug, speaking rapidly at the same time.

"You fucking idiot!"

"⟟'⋔ ⌇⍜ ☌⌰⏃⎅ ⊬⍜⎍'⍀⟒ ⍜☍⏃⊬!"

"What the fuck were you thinking?!"

"⏃⍀⟒ ⊬⍜⎍ ⊑⎍⍀⏁ ⟟⋏ ⏃⋏⊬ ⍙⏃⊬? ⊑⎍⋏☌⍀⊬? ⏁⊑⟟⍀⌇⏁⊬?"

"What took you so long?! And what happened to you!"

"⍙⊑⊬'⎅ ⊬⍜⎍ ☊⊑⏃⋏☌⟒, ⎅⟟⎅ ⊬⍜⎍ ☌⟒⏁ ☊⎍⍀⌇⟒⎅?"

Tubbo looked extremely confused and overwhelmed with them both, and Wilbur stepped forward quickly. "Alright boys, give him some space to breath." He winced at how he sounded so much like Phil used to with him when he would bug Techno.

He gently pulled Ranboo and Tommy off of Tubbo, and turned to the blonde. "Tommy, go get a glass of water, and a little food. Not too much, and nothing too heavy." He looked reluctant to leave but stood anyway and ran out the door, jumping down the stairs. This was one instance in which he and Wilbur were both glad for his slow falling ability.

The eldest turned his attention back to Tubbo. "How you feeling, Tubs?"

"Uhhh... Tired?"

"Makes sense. I'll be in my room, with Ranboo, and I'll collect Tommy as well. Why don't you get changed and come down so you can get some food and water, then you can head off to bed."

Tubbo nodded with a yawn. "Okay.."

"Can you tell Ranboo what's going on?"

"Mhm, my board is on my desk. Or that's where I put it, before this." Wilbur nodded and walked over to the desk. He saw the board with the foreign letters and brought it to Tubbo. The boy took it and began speaking with Ranboo.

'⊑⟒⊬.'

'⏃⍀⟒ ⊬⍜⎍ ⍜☍⏃⊬?'

'⊬⟒⏃⊑, ⟊⎍⌇⏁ ⏁⟟⍀⟒⎅. ⍙⟟⌰⏚⎍⍀ ⟟⌇ ☌⍜⟟⋏☌ ⏁⍜ ⊑⟟⌇ ⍀⍜⍜⋔ ⍙⟟⏁⊑ ⊬⍜⎍ ⏃⋏⎅ ⏁⍜⋔⋔⊬ ⏁⍜ ⍙⏃⟟⏁ ⎎⍜⍀ ⋔⟒ ⏁⍜ ☊⊑⏃⋏☌⟒. ⏃⍀⟒ ⊬⍜⎍ ⍜☍⏃⊬ ⍙⟟⏁⊑ ⏁⊑⏃⏁?'

'⊬⟒⌇.'

'⍜☍⏃⊬, ☊⏃⋏ ⊬⍜⎍ ⏁⏃☍⟒ ⏁⊑⟒ ⏚⍜⏃⍀⎅ ⏁⍜⍜? ⟟ ⋔⟟☌⊑⏁ ⎎⍜⍀☌⟒⏁ ⟟⏁.'

'⍜⎎ ☊⍜⎍⍀⌇⟒.'

Tubbo smiled as Ranboo grabbed the board. The two teens stood, and the former stretched. "Okay, I told him. He said it's fine." He hummed to Wilbur.

"Thank you, we'll leave you now." Will motioned for Ranboo to follow, and the two walked out of the room, closing the door behind them. Will wanted to take a moment to sit, but he couldn't. He still had to make sure Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo were okay to go to sleep before he could, and even then he would stay up for some time just in case any of them needed him.

They entered the kitchen just as Tommy was grabbing a plate of fruit and cup of water to take upstairs. "Hey, Tommy. Change of plans." The boy looked at the two with mild surprise before nodding to Will to go on. "We're going to hang out in my room while Tubbo changes."

"Okay, do I still bring this with us?"

"Yes, if you could. Do you want me to help?"

"No, I can carry it, I'm not five." Tommy huffed.

Wilbur snickered. "You sure?"

"Hey-!"

"Shhhh! People are still sleeping!"

The rest of the walk was quiet, and they made it to Wilbur's room with no further sibling squabbles. Wilbur instructed Tommy to place the food and drink on his desk after clearing away a few sheets of music he had laying about. He then picked up the blankets and pillows that had fallen and shook them out before quickly remaking his bed. He sighed as he turned to the door. "I'll have to get Techno to help me fix that."

Tommy grinned sheepishly. "Sorry."

Wilbur shook his head. "It's fine, just a minor inconvenience. Here, you two can sit on the beanbag chairs over by the bookshelf, just be careful of my guitar." He gestured to the seats, and Ranboo's head turned to them. He watched as Tommy walked over to the seats, falling heavily into one before taking a book from the shelf, flicking through the pages without interest.

Wilbur watched as Ranboo took a hesitant step towards the little corner, before pausing and glancing at Will. It was as if he was asking if it was okay for him to sit. The eldest nodded with a smile and the young enderman scurried over to the beanbags, sitting down in one nervously.

Will wished he knew how to make him more comfortable. Maybe he should try learning ender? He could also ask Scott to teach him how to speak it, if possible. He doesn't know if humans (or human hybrids anyway) are able to even speak ender. He did know that he would be better at teaching him English than Tubbo was. After all, he'd practically taught Tubbo and Tommy himself, as Phil was always too busy.

That's when it clicked, and he frowned. This wasn't his job, he wasn't the adult here that should be caring for these kids. He wasn't responsible, and yet he was trying to be. Scott should be helping him, hell, even Phil! He claims to be here for Ranboo, but what is he really doing for him other than cook him food and worry like some mother hen over him?

Wilbur wanted to be angry, he wanted to scream, and just let out everything. He didn't want to be the parent anymore. He hated that this was pushed on him, he wanted his freedom back, his childhood back.

For now though he would need to push all these thoughts back. He thought, as Tubbo entered the room with dull, tired eyes.