[Discontinued] Welcome to the Family - SBI + Ranboo + Tubbo (no shipping!)

Chapter Fifteen

a/n This is unedited. I will probably rewrite this later because I'm not very happy with how it came out. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

I took a deep breath trying to wake up. The normal chaotic air of Saturdays seemed to be missing. There was surprisingly no scent of pancakes or people having a shouting match over whose turn it was to pick a show. Maybe the novelty of living here was starting to wear off? With a heavy sigh, I struggled with myself to get out of the warm bed. Standing up, the stagnant chilly air velcroed to my body. March weather sucks.

I tugged on a maroon-colored turtle neck and black jeans. I opened my door and walked down the hallway only to be stopped by Tommy popping out of Phil's office. I began to feel concerned due to the pained expression on his face. I set a hand on his shoulder with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, Ranboo!" Tommy whines. "It's that time of the year again!"

This is one of those moments I wished it didn't hurt to talk. Of course, I knew that I could have Phil sign me up for speech therapy or just ask him to help me. The only problem was, I wasn't fully sure that I could trust them yet. It seemed like it was too long of a facade, but maybe that was the ploy. And considering how Tommy was acting, this could just back up my theory.

I decided to just rub his shoulder for comfort as well as hoping he would continue.

"It's nesting season, Ranboo!" he continues to whine. "Phil's a bird hybrid so every March he makes a nest out of blankets, pillows, and shit like that. He drags us in there too! It's so annoying! He's currently got Techno in there, obviously because he's the favorite. Wilbur and Tubs are hiding out in their rooms until Techno gets one of us. I recommend hiding out in your room or with one of us for a couple of days."

I nod to Tommy in understanding. I was wrong about the ploy, at least for now. Well, I guess what that book on hybrids said was true. It didn't say anything about a bird hybrid being clingy toward another person, however. Which seems a bit odd to me. Maybe most bird hybrids lived with other bird hybrids like the book said, so they don't feel the clingy need?

All of sudden my stomach began to grumble. I didn't have any food in my room like the others did because they snuck snacks up there. "But I'm hungry." I mouthed to Tommy.

His eyes widen briefly in recognition and nods. "Let's get something for you, big man. And maybe sneak some snacks for later."

I made toast while Tommy grabbed snacks. The light sound of calm humming was seeping into the kitchen from the connected living room. I hadn't thought much about it, but I guess Phil is in there. Which I suppose is why it was "safer" to stay in a room.

The two of us "snuck" back to my room where Tommy stuffed the snacks in my room and left to hide back out in Phil's office. This meant I was left to my own devices for the next several hours. I had two options: read or read, well that's just one option, actually. I pulled out my journal and once more fell into nostalgia skimming over the endermen language. After a while, I began reading some of Techno's books that he let me borrow. He seemed to insist that I read either his Greek mythology book or a book titled "The Art of War" first. I took his advice and began reading "The Art of War."

Later on, after some mostly uninterrupted reading -the only break being for an Oreo (cannibalism???) snack break- I heard a knock at the door. In pops a slightly disheveled-looking Wilbur. "Phil was wondering if you want to hang out with him for a bit. If not I can go snatch Tommy."

Phil wanted me in his nest? I assumed he would only want his family there. I nod skeptically and set down the borrowed book. I left the room semi-following, Wilbur, until he departed up the stairs. I step into the living room hesitantly, accidentally creaking the wood flooring.

Phil perks his head up making a small twittering noise, face softening into a small smile. He was surrounded by pillows, blankets, and our clothing just as the book and Tommy said. I was pretty certain that I saw the shirt that I wore yesterday. "I wasn't sure if you wanted to join me. I'm happy you came! Come on in!"

Stepping into the nest slowly, I sit next to Phil. I once again marveled at his gorgeous shimmering grey feathers. Without much thought, I went to touch the extremely soft-looking wings. And they were indeed superbly soft.

"They're lovely, aren't they?" he chuckles. That's when I realize what I've done and quickly pull my fingers away. "Oh, I don't mind, Ranboo. I don't mind if you touch them."

I go against my rational brain and listen to my impulsive brain. The feathers were just so wonderful and the silkiness of it was calming. So calming to the point that I began to doze where I sat. Phil clearly noticed and pulled me close as if it was instinct.

He pulled his fingers through my dual-colored hair. It didn't take much before I fell asleep in Phil's comforting embrace.