One-shots for y'all!

Baby chub (fluff, ranboo and sbi)

[8 March 2022]
(Requested: nope
Summary: ranboo is adopted into the sbi when he was a baby, a few months before tommy is born. The family is happy! Gonna make part 2!
Content warning: talk about being sh0t in the beginning and also v0m1t. Nothing major, just mentioned)
Philza's POV: (3rd person)

A knock echoed out through the quiet house. A few, actually.

Coming down the stairs with his feathers ruffling behind him, trying to stretch out at any chance but keeping mindful of his surroundings, Phil rubbed his eye as he walked to the front of his house. Who was out this late?

If it was wilbur, definitely not. He was upstairs asleep in his bed.

Techno? ...also no. He went asleep ages ago.

Phil felt his small pouch on his leg for something.

Yep. The obsidian knife was still there. If things turned violent... he'd use it. He shook at the thought of being held at gunpoint though, he did not want to get shot today.

He slowly opened he door, making sure the lock-chain was on so if the person tried to get inside the door would only budge a bit. He yawned before speaking:

"Hello?"

"You have to help me... please sir."

It was... well, someone covering their face with a cloak hood first of all. Then, and more importantly, they were holding this little toddler, possibly even a baby, in their arms.

Phil blinked for a moment before sighing, and opening the door fully. The stranger saw his wings and whispered something to themselves, before shaking their head in a very unnoticeable manner (which Phil noticed immediately. Curse/bless you bird eyes.) and looking back at Phil.

"What's the problem?"

"I... I found this baby on the- the side of the road and I... I don't know what to do with it I mean I barely have enough money for myse-"

"Okay okay that is way too much information. Take a deep breath, and try to calm down okay?"

The stranger did as told, Phil staring at the small child and observing it.

"O-okay... okay..."

The child... well it was bundled up in a bundle with stitches and different materials. It was obviously from a poor background, and Philza felt a parental instinct slightly take over his mind the more he looked at the baby.

He looked back up at the stranger, noticing how they were slightly less panicky then before. That was good. At least they'll be okay.

"Now, can you try and explain where you found this child? Little by little, so I can understand of course." Phil tried his best to soothe the strangers anxiety.

"Mhm... w-well i f-"

[small timeskip because I'm gay]

Phil nodded, slowly taking all the information is. His wings ruffled and moved about behind him, showing his parental instincts to the stranger. Not that he minded.

"So this child, named ranboo from the basinet labelled that name, was on the side of the road. No one was near the basinet, so it was supposedly abandoned."

"M-mhm"

"And you took the baby inside the basinet and walked... 5 miles door to door to try and find a parent or someone to take care of ranboo because you can't afford another mouth to feed?"

Phil wasn't judging the person, he got that they weren't the best financially, but going door to door like a salesman for a baby at night? That made no sense.