A Matter Of Self

Beloved

"Hey now, slow down the food won't run away," Ranboo gently chided the creature, Dre paused in eating and chirped at the strange black and white being.

Food was yummy, specially this thing called chicken broth soup.

Ranboo had placed a good amount of soup in a bowl, one heavy, and not easy to knock over and had refilled it once he'd finished and begged for more.

"I know your hungry, but you'll get sick if you eat so fast," Ranboo told him.

Dre sighed but slowed down, it could survive without eating but he was so hungry.

The tiny zombie piglin child watching him eat fascinated, ears perked up in excitement every time Dre made a sound.

"He ate most of the pot," Tubbo said looking into the pot of remaining soup, Ranboo blushed.

"Wha.. oh no. I'm sorry Tubbo, that was suppose to be lunch for everyone," Ranboo said embarrassed.

"Its fine, theirs just enough for the three of us," Tubbo said, knowing how absent minded Ranboo could be.

"Where does he put all that food?" Ranboo said bewildered.

"Must have a black hole for a stomach," Tubbo mused putting the soup on the oven to reheat.

"What do you say little guy, do youhave a black hole belly?" Ranboo jokingly said, gently poking the blob.

Dre gave a surprised squeak and fell over, Ranboo quickly moved and helped him up.

"Sorry little guy," he apologized.

"Chr," Dre said with a pout, Ranboo laughed and gently rubbed his tiny head.

"Papa play with it?" The Piglin asked, tugging on Ranboos sleeve. Ranboo gave the child a gentle kiss on the head, he wished he could understand Micheal beyond a few words, and that Micheal could speak there language. Problem was Piglin language could only be spoken by Piglins, something about the throat and teeth... Techno had actually been the one to explain it to them.

Till Micheal could speak there language, there was a lot of guesswork.

He hoped by then, they could find a ritual or something so Micheal wouldn't be a zombie anymore and could grow normally like other Piglin hybrids. If they could do that, his son would be registered as a Player on the server also.

Neither Tubbo nor himself wished to loose there son, if something destroyed the server.

"Did you want to play with our new guest?" Ranboo asked, understanding the world play.

Micheal nodded happily, the tiny white creature was blinking at them its bowl empty.

"AS long as it wants to, be careful... we don't know how strong it is," Ranboo said.

"Okay papa!" Micheal cried happily.

Dre blinked, wondering why the big one didn't understand the zombie Piglin.

Yet playing sounded fun.