Tubbo SBI Adoption.

Part 1:

December 1st, year [REDACTED]
Third person (no POV)

As snow was slowly spat from the grey cloudy sky and the winds picked up blowing relentlessly against anyone who dared be out. A man wandered through it all, loose green coat protecting his frame from the bitter cold. Sticking with the description of green it could also be found in his hat, a large droopy hat that followed a white and green striped pattern. Green is usually associated with the greedy and with envy. However this green character is different.

His hair was grown out freely into a long style reaching his shoulders and his eyes were a soft and forgiving blue.

As he braved the "storm" the feint echo of a cry could be heard just barely indifferent to the wailing of the wind instead.

In a drab grey bus stop just outside a few houses in what was known as the worse part of the town was a six year old with a mop of brown hair covering his eyes. This however didn't disguise that his eyes were leaking cold tears. However a crying six year old in a town is no unodinary or unexplainable occurance. What made it strange was that this six year old was sat, knees hugged to his chest in a cardboard box.

Our green hat wearing hero, approached the scenario with a strong sense of curiosity. There wasn't a parent in sight. As he got closer he noted that the box under the bus stop had been sheltered from the snow but not the winds or the damp that got wedged into said wind.

As the man got closer he noticed more distinctive things about the boy, first his long brown hair, then long brown ears on the side of his head, then a fluffy brown tail. Another thing he almost immediately noticed getting closer, was how skinny the boy was. He was wearing what seemed to be a small or a medium kid sized green hoodie, but it seemed impossibly baggy on him.

The man frowned as he stood over the box then crouched down next to it, clearing his throat carefully.

"Hey mate" he spoke softly "you can talk right?"

A croaky and weak voice spoke in return to him "yeah" it said frail as a glass bridge. The boy who it belonged to sat up slowly so he could better see the man

The man let out a hefty sigh "my names Phil, can you tell me yours?" He asked softly.

The younger boy coughed, then thought for a while "my names Toby but please don't call me that" he said almost cringing at the name.

Phil didn't have the time to question why right now. "Do you have a different name I can call you mate?" Phil asked trying to he comforting.

The boy thought for a moment "Please call me Tubbo" he said after maybe a minute of thought.

Phil nodded "Ok  Tubbo it is" he said smiling "Where are your parents Tubbo?" He asked kindly looking at the child.

Tubbo thought for a minute "I don't know. I was with my dad in the car, then he stopped and I fell asleep" he coughed a few more times

Phils brows furrowed, who could be so heartless as to leave a 6 year old in a bus stop. In this winter. Whoever did it must have been a bastard.

Tubbo flinched in reaction to phils facial expression, whenever he'd seen furrowed brows before it was in anger, and clearly whenever someone was angry with Tubbo previously it didn't end well.

A surge of guilt stabbed through Phils chest "no no I'm sorry its ok" he said trying to reassure this goat hybrid "Do you want to come home with me? I can get you some food and water and a bed. At the very least"

Tubbo thought for a moment "yes please" he said weakly reaching up and making little grabby hands.

Phil obliged to the order the hands gave him, he gently scooped Tubbo up and when he did, he noticed the boy was sitting on something. A note. He picked it up and read it over carefully.

The crumpled paper read"
Toby, Age 6, Birthday: 23rd December. We couldn't keep this little shit. We doubt you can either.

Phil frowned putting the paper in his pocket. He carefully carried the young boy away from the drab grey of the bus stop. Phil tried to tuck his coat around the boy but it didn't work too well. He was walking fast to get out of the fast falling snow anyway. It was only now he had realised he'd neglected his shopping duties. Whatever. This was more important. He'd have to improvise for dinner or order, either work.

Phil cleared his throat. "Tubbo, I have 3 other kids. One of them is your age ok? And the other two are 10 years old" he said clearly.

Tubbo just nodded in response.

Another important detail lost in the storm of the moment were the 2 huge shapes on Phils back. Phil had wings, but this was not the time to be using them, now was a time for careful movement not vast speed.

Phil stepped up to his door and fumbled with the key slowly opening the door.

[[That's the end of part 1! Thanks for reading. Part two should come out at some point. My plan is to eventually turn this into an angsty teen fic but for now it's just an adoption au. Thanks for reading!]]

Word count: 932 words.