(Discontinued!!)The sweetest baby to ever exist (but he's from hell)

Step three: attempt to get rid of it

Techno does not like Tommy.

The orphan must go.

He stares with narrowed eyes as the toddler sits in Wilbur's lap, idly chewing on the boy's finger.

"Why're you lettin' him eat you?" He scowls at his brother.

Wilbur perks up, turning to his twin with a raised eyebrow before laughing, "He's not eating me, silly. He's just teething."

Techno scoots his chair further away from them, "He's eating you."

Tommy giggles, dribbling around Wilbur's finger. Techno can see his fangs sticking out and recoils.

"He's going to kill you in your sleep," He tells his twin gravely. He must warn him. Maybe dad will agree to perform an exorcism...

"Don't be silly," Wilbur brushes him off with a smile, cooing gently down at Tommy, patting the toddler's head. "He couldn't hurt a fly."

Techno begs to differ.

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"Dad, dad," Techno tugs on his father's sweater, "We need to have an Intervention," He says seriously.

His father sighs, running a hand through his hair as he turns to face his son, face half smushed into a pillow. "Mate, it's three in the morning."

" Yes , the witching hour. Perfect time to get rid of Tommy. Wilbur is sleeping."

His father blinks, once, then twice, then thrice. "...What?"

" Dad, " Techno groans in frustration, "We are gonna give Tommy back to the demons. He's corrupting Wilbur and eating him."

"I'm so tired, mate, can't this wait till the-"

" No," Techno scowls, "We get rid of him tonight. Before he eats Wilbur's hand, and then his arm, and then his face and then everything and then he will eat us too and-"

"Okay, okay, I'm up, I'm up," His father sits up, hushing his son, "We get rid of the fucker tonight."

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Wilbur won't be pleased, Phil knows, when he realises Tommy is missing.

But he will get over it.

Phil isn't equipped to raise a demon that not even the Devil wanted.

They're only halfway through the week and the menace has caused far too much property damage. He eyes the broken kitchen window with disgruntlement as they sneak out of the house.

The baby is uncharacteristically quiet in his arms, but not asleep. No, Tommy stares at Phil with unnervingly perceptive eyes as he is carried outside.

"Listen here, fucker," Phil announces as they close the front door, "We are putting you back wherever the fuck you came from. I don't care if Hell doesn't want you."

Tommy continues to stare at him.

"Dad, let's put him in the box and ship him off," Techno advises, "He can go to America and terrorize them instead."

"Good idea, mate," Phil nods.

Perhaps... Perhaps he should have some moral qualms about shipping a toddler off in a cardboard box to who knows where. But then he looks into Tommy's blue eyes and remembers when the fucker bit him on the shin the day before. Off to the sea he goes.

They place him in the box and gently shove it into the water.

Tommy stares at them as he goes.

"He's... he's a bit weird tonight isn't he?" Phil hesitantly comments as he watches the toddler.

"The witching hour," Techno says as if that explains it all.

"Ah," Phil replies.

"Bye bye orphan," Techno waves enthusiastically. "I hated you and I still hate you."

"Uh, yeah, what he said. No hard feelings though, mate," Phil waves. A shame really, the baby was kinda cute.

Tommy stares at them and stares some more before he bursts out into giggles. His chubby cheeks flush pink and his nose scrunches as he laughs and laughs. It's adorable and it's terrifying.

Techno shifts closer to his father in mild terror.

"Why is he laughing like that?" He whispers, clutching his father's coat.

"I don't know," Phil whispers back as they watch the baby flow further down the stream, laughing all the while. "Let's uh, let's just go home."

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Techno sleeps soundly and peacefully. The best sleep he's had in his entire eleven years of life because there is no orphan invading his house.

He wakes up with a grin. Today will be a great day, he thinks.

He looks over at the bed adjacent to his and notices Wilbur is missing. Probably sulking. He feels only a little bad before he remembers the burn of toothpaste in his eyes.

He hums as he steps out of bed and heads to the kitchen.

"Good mormon' Wil, isn't it a great-" No. No. No. Techno stares in horror, utter horror as his brother laughs and grins with- with Tommy.

Wilbur turns to him, "Huh? Oh morning Tech! I was teaching Tommy about colours. He really likes the colour red for some reason, so I let him use the red crayon to draw and he's so good, he can draw so well-" Wilbur gushes on happily while Tommy giggles beside him, red crayon in his chubby little hands.

Techno screams.

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Phil rushes downstairs in a hurry, "Kids, Wil, Tech? What's all the screaming about..." He trails off before letting out a scream himself.

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"What's wrong with you two?" Wilbur frowns as he tightens his arms around the toddler, chin resting between Tommy's horns, "Stop screaming."

Techno continues to scream.

"Noth- nothing's wrong mate," His father chuckles, edging on hysteria. "Nothing, nothing. Nope, nothing's wrong."

Wilbur raises an eyebrow before shrugging. Weirdos.

He looks down at the paper Tommy has been writing on and his heart squeezes. This baby. Wilbur clenches his eyes shut. He's - he's too cute. He may just cry.

"Tommy, Tommy, Toms," Wilbur coos in awe as he takes in the picture. "This is amazing, you're such a good boy, Tommy," He praises.

The toddler grins up at him with rosy cheeks and Wilbur just wants to squish him. He has the best baby brother, and he's so smart too.

"Tech, Dad, come look at what Tommy drew. It's amazing," He grins, holding out the paper to his father.

Phil takes the paper with shaking hands.

It's - it's them. All of them, Wilbur, Techno, Phil and Tommy. Drawn in red crayon. It's - it's rather good for a toddler, advanced even. It would be cute. Maybe. If not for the note underneath, written in a childish scrawl.

'I'm not leaving :D'

Phil dares to glance up from the paper and locks eyes with the toddler. Tommy grins and his fangs shine as he starts to giggle and giggle and giggle.

He vaguely hears Techno screaming in the background.

Phil has a fucking bone to pick with the Devil.

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Hello! Blue write a book for once in theyre god damn life. I hope your having a good day/ afternoon/night/morning!

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