Manipulated, Bloodthirsty, Dead, Insane

Chapter III

"I'm hungry," Tommy whined, looking up at his two older brothers. "Is there anything for breakfast?" There was nothing for breakfast and there was most definitely no Philza.

"No Tommy, for the thousandth time, we don't have anything. I'm planning on heading down to the main SMP tonight to see if I can arrange a trade for food and essentials," Techno told him, an exasperated tone in his voice.

"But Dadza said to never to go the main SMP-"

"Dadza isn't here," Techno cut Tommy off harshly. "Do you want food or not?"

"Of course I do, but I don't think he would've wanted-"

"He would've wanted us to live. Tommy, I know what I'm doing. You were the one just moaning about being hungry," Techno argued, trying to stop himself from raising his voice.

Why shouldn't you shout, he needs to learn

You could do so much worse

"If you're going to the main SMP," Wilbur interjected. "Get your eye looked at."

"Healthcare costs money Wil. I'm not going to waste it on a surface wound." Techno automatically reached for his eye, tracing his hand across the admittedly deeper than he originally thought wound.

"Doesn't food cost money as well?" Tommy asked, confusion on his face.

"Getting a medic - if there even is one on this god-forsaken server - probably will cost a lot more than food! It's not worth it!" The pig hybrid responded, his voice creeping up.

"Tubbo mentioned he knew someone good at healing who would often do it for free," Tommy said quietly, looking slightly below his brothers' gazes.

"Are you sure Tommy?" Wilbur asked, his eyes constantly moving between Tommy and Techno as if to make sure they were still there. Tommy nodded after a second or so of hesitation, likely thinking back to make sure his memories were accurate.

"That's the problem solved then," Wilbur sighed, running a hand through his hair. "We all head down to the main SMP tonight and get that looked at."

"Tommy's not coming," Techno cut in. "I'm not putting him in that danger."

"What, you think we should leave him here?" Wilbur snorted. "He's 9, we can't leave him alone."

"I was 9 when I killed Squid."

"Tommy's not you," Wilbur responded, inching closer to his younger brother, who only moved further away. "He has to come with us."

"Or you stay behind?"

"Not happening." Techno sighed, rubbing his eyes.

"Look, just let me go alone," he told Wilbur. "I'll be fine."

"Techno, we're coming. Whether you like it or not." Groaning, Techno leaned his head back before meeting their eyes again.

"Fine, if you must. But-" He was interrupted by a knock at the door, which was surprising. Nobody ever knocked on the door. They were too far out in the icy tundra for anyone to really bother venturing out. Wilbur's heart leapt, could it be-

Techno slowly rose from his seat and made his way down to the hallway, Tommy and Wilbur following directly behind. He hesitated before pulling the door open. Behind it was a man with a smiley mask, one eerily familiar to both Wilbur and Techno. It was the man from the execution, who'd done nothing as their father had been killed in front of them.

"Which one of you is Technoblade?" He asked, his voice indicating that he couldn't care less.

"Why do you want to know?" Wilbur asked defensively, glancing at his twin as if to check he was still there.

"Because Technoblade is the oldest therefore he is now the legal owner of this property," he drawled in a bored tone. He clearly wasn't engaged in any of this, and that almost made it worse - that it didn't matter to him.

"No." The words clearly came from Techno, yet they seemed nothing like what he would usually say. He'd normally crack a joke based on Wilbur being younger or now being in charge, but instead, he just shut down what the man said without hesitation.

"What, would you rather it be passed to your brother?" The green man scoffed at Techno, able to tell he wasn't going to agree. "Clearly not, so let's get this over with. I'm here to announce the unfortunate passing of Mr Phil Minecraft, father of 3, late last night. No body was found."

"Tommy, do you mind going to your room while me and Techno talk please?" Wilbur asked quietly as he slightly nudged a pouting Tommy inside.

"But-"

"No buts. Just go to your room." Wilbur felt slightly guilty at how harsh he was being, but he didn't have time to be nice, and it got the job done.

"Stop playing dumb, we saw what happened," Techno cut in sharply as he glared at the homeless green blob.

"I suppose that means we can skip the formalities then." He tossed a jar carelessly to Techno, with nothing initially seeming off about it except the smell. "Since you have no family anymore, you two are old enough to look after yourself without half of Manburg getting all pissed about child neglect." His tone was casual, surprisingly so.

"This is fucked," Wilbur whispered to his twin as he took the jar out of his hand quietly and put it inside. "Should I get him to leave?"

"I can hear you whispering, you know?" he interrupted calmly with an amused smile. "Since you're both so certain that you possess basic survival skills, I'll just leave you be, shall I?"

"Then go. This isn't your land. Hippity, hoppity, get off our property." Techno said the last bit with a smirk, but it soon was wiped off as the blob rolled his eyes.

"I'm going to ignore the fact that this is literally my server and humour you by leaving," he snorted as he began to turn away, part of him expecting the twins to call after him. Instead, the brown one walked back into the house while the other just stared at him. Creep.

Dream hated when he had to do formalities like that, but it was to keep some of the more sentimental members of the server happy. As much as he hated to admit it, if the entire server turned against him, he stood no chance. Pretend he had no part in the execution and leave the kids to fend for themselves - they lived on the outer edges of the SMP, so it wasn't as if anybody had heard of them. Probably had it drilled into their heads never to go near the main SMP which saved him of any potential repercussions.

It wasn't his fault Philza decided to have kids.

Nor would it be his fault if they decided to intervene.

Word Count: 1093

Heyo! It's Pit here! Sorry for the wait, motivation just decided to go "Hey, you know that project you started 7 months ago! I want you to write that!" The summer holidays have started here in Britain, but whether that means more or less updates, I have no clue. Stay hydrated, sleep for once in your goddamn life (This applies to you as well Demon) and stay safe! I think that's all. Anyway, I'll see y'all when this next updates! - Pit

(Reminder from Pit that Demon still exists and writes stuff)