Blood God TechnoDad

New Surroundings

Avoiding every guard in the castle was troublesome, with the pair being turned completely around. Instead of ending up by the gardens, they'd been pushed to the eastern corner of the castle, where the masonwork meets the cliffside. Tubbo stared down the hall, anxiously waiting for Techno. As the time passed, Francis grew impatient and grabbed Tubbo's hand, pulling him into his room.

"Wait- But, Dad-"

"We don't have time to wait anymore, Prince Tubbo. Guards have begun their second sweep. They'll be here soon, I'm afraid Sir Techno has to be left behind."

Tubbo looked at the door helplessly as Francis opened the window. The servant looked down at the thin ledge and frowned before climbing out. He turned back and faced the boy, holding out his hands.

"Prince Tubbo, I need you to climb through the window."

"What! But- what about the sea? What if we fall!" Tubbo cried out, looking at the ocean crashing below.

Footsteps thudded down the hall at his cry, both looking to the door.

"Your Highness, you have to trust me-"

Tubbo looked at him as guards began audibly throwing open doors down the hall. Francis quickly pulled him through the window and pushed off the ledge, tightly wrapping his arms around Tubbo. The boy screamed and closed his eyes tight as they fell, the wind whistling past him. Francis grunted and soon, Tubbo's feet were placed on solid ground.

"Well... That was close," Francis said, turning away from Tubbo. He pulled something out of his pocket, fiddling with it.

"Am... am I dead?" Tubbo asked, hesitantly opening his eyes. He was greeted with the ocean much closer and the castle above and to the right. They were on a lower ledge of the cliff, but Tubbo's eyes weren't focused on that.

Francis stretched his wings out, putting his yellow and black feathers on display, "Dad, there might have been a small hiccup in the plan. Yes, I'm fine and unharmed. I'll be home early and prepare an extra room. I'm bringing home a guest."

"You- You have wings-"

"I'll be home soon, Dad," Francis said before slipping the red object back into his pocket. He turned to face the dumbstruck Tubbo, "Sorry for lying to you."

"Are you... an angel?"

Francis' eyes widened, chuckling nervously. "Aha, yeah, something like that. We need to go now, there's someone you need to meet."

The boy just stood as Francis took his arms, picking him up and holding Tubbo against his body, "Hold tightly, you don't want to fall."

The servant jumped forward and took flight, staying low against the water for a while. Tubbo looked back and saw his reflection in the water, illuminated by the moon. His mind was spinning, unable to focus on anything except what was right in front of him. Just then, they pulled away from the water and flew vertically for some time.

The castle, now distant, slowly lowered on the horizon and slightly faded from view as they flew into low hanging clouds. Tubbo's vision darkened as they began gliding towards the castle, falling asleep before they passed over it and towards the forests.

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Tubbo's ears started ringing as he woke up, the arms holding him replaced with something soft. He forced his eyes open, his eyes readjusting to the dim light. He was sitting in front of a fire, a green blanket wrapped around his shoulders.

There was hushed talking from behind a door, causing him to rub his eyes and look around. He was in a study, books piled onto the tall shelves. The rich green furniture was accented by dark mahogany wood. A painting hung above the desk, but Tubbo couldn't get a good look before the door swung open.

"All I'm saying, Dad is that it was worth it! I'm fine and he's fine and I still completed part of my- Oh-"

Two men stood in the doorway, the brune taller than the blonde. The blonde smiled at him, and oddly Tubbo felt safe in that smile.

"Hello, Little One. Welcome to Empyrean."

Tubbo watched him come closer, pulling the blanket tighter. The blonde stopped in front of him, smiling as the brune sat in the other chair.

"Wh-Where am I? I-" Tubbo looked around, "I want Dad-"

The blonde started rubbing his arm as the brune hummed, Tubbo starting to calm down.

"Your father isn't here. My son, Wilbur, helped you escape, remember?"

Tubbo shook his head, "No, Sir Francis helped me..."

"Oh- Sorry for lying to you, Tubbo," the familiar brune said and waved his hand in front of his face, turning into Francis, "I had to alter my appearance to not be suspected."

Pulling the blanket tighter, he looked into the fire, "I- I want Dad-"

"I know, little one, I'm sorry. He's not here, but we're here to help. My name is King Philza, but I much prefer Phil," the blonde said.

Tubbo hesitantly nodded, "Tubbo..."

Wilbur smiled, "You already know me. I ran into you two at the tavern and I was your tutor."

"The- The tavern?" Tubbo mumbled, looking at him.

"Yeah, sorry about that one..."

"I'm sure you're tired from your daring escape, Wilbur can lead you to your room," Phil said as Wilbur got up.

"Can I keep the blanket?"

"Of course."

Tubbo got up, following Wilbur down the hall. The hallways had massive windows under pale green arches trimmed with gold. Through the dark sky, Tubbo could see the outlines of mountains and tiny lights placed on them. He looked to the opposing wall, finding portraits and statues in curved indents. He stopped at one, shuddering at the depiction of a gory battle, humans dead at Phil's feet.

"Are you coming?" Wilbur asked, his head peeking out from behind a door.

"Uh- Yeah..." Tubbo mumbled and quickly rushed over, taking Wilbur's hand. The brune smiled and led him over to the circular bed, a mountain of pillows and blankets.

"I hope this suits your sleeping habits. Us Empyreans usually sleep in hammocks or hanging beds, but Dad said humans don't sleep with half their limbs hanging off their bed and oh I am rambling again..."

Tubbo looked at Wilbur confused as he started throwing the items off the bed, "Do you wanna make a pillow fort?"

"A what?"

"A pillow fort. Dad and I used to make one back at the cabin. We tried in the castle, but the pillows were too floppy," Tubbo said as he started stacking the pillows, "I mean, we could also just make a big pile and crawl into it."

Wilbur just looked at him confused, "Is this commonplace for human sleeping habits?"

"I dunno."

"Very interesting. We can make this fortitude of pillows, sure."