At least I'm Trying - Wilbur Soot sbi adoption angst au

Chapter 3

GUESS WHOS BACK

BACK AGAIN

ITS ME.

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"Are you coming Wilbur?"

Phil's singed the last paper for my adoption. I'll be staying at his for a couple of months (if I don't piss him off and get chucked out) and then I'll decide if I want to stay or not.

"Mhm. I need to go and grab my things."

Phil nods and I go upstairs to grab my things. Quackity's sitting on his bed, messing around with a fidget cube with a cigarette hanging out the corner of his mouth.

"Hey Quackster."

"Hey Wilbs."

I grab a medium-sized rucksack and begin to stuff it with my belongings; though there isn't much.

"Have you been put on a trial again?"

"For what? Being a witch or being adopted?" I reply sarcastically.

Quackity rolls his eyes and snickers, "I meant being adopted dumbass."

"Yeah I am." I say as I stuff my pencil case into the bag.

Quackity raises his eyebrow. "By who?"

"Oh his name's Phil. Philza Minecraft."

"Isn't he the guy who adopted Technoblade, the kid at our school?"

"Oh he might be, he didn't mention if he had other kids."

"Well he has that younger kid called Tommy- you know him, the guy who hangs around with the guy who's obsessed with bees and the really tall one?"

"I guess I forgot about those guys."

We're both silent as I pack my last set of clothes.

"See you at school Quackity."

"Mhm, bye."

Quackity's still concentrating on completing the fidget cube as I sling my bag over my shoulders. 

"Bye then." I mumble before heading down to Phil.

"Ah you're back Wil-"

"Wilbur." I say icly.

"Wilbur sorry. I forgot to mention I have two other sons, is that okay?"

"Yeah, fine whatever."

He leads the way to his car and opens the door for me.

"Thanks." I mumble as I climb in.

Phil got in then inputted his address into the GPS.

"You ready to go?"

I nodded and he pulled out of the car park.

 -----time skip-----

"Well this is it." Phil said as he pulled onto the curb outside his house. It was large but not too large that you don't know what to do with the space. The door was painted a faded red with a semi-circle window. Overall the house was very nice from the outside and it's in a nice neighbourhood. Phil must be loaded to afford a place like this. What did he even do as a job?

"Are you coming?" Phil asked.

I nodded and got out of the car, holding onto my bag so hard my knuckles turned white. As he unlocked the door a small blonde child- who I assumed was Tommy- bounced up to Phil, practically exploding with energy.

"Hi Dad! Is the boy you said you would pick up? Why's he so tall? What's his name?" He turned to me.

"Wilbur, my name's Wilbur."

"Okay Wilby. I'm going to call you Wilby now, is that okay?" He drew in a deep breath before speaking again. "Are you my new brother now? Yay!"

This child was so fucking exhausting. 

"And I'm Techno." Said a teenage boy from behind Tommy. He had bright pink hair which had been tied up into a long plait behind his back.

Phil smiled, "Welcome to your new home, I hope you like it."

Tommy grinned brightly.

Maybe it could be home.

Or it could be worst than the last.

AN:

ONG IM SO SORRY I WAS GONE FOR SO LONG LOL LIKE OVER 100 DAYS OR SOME SHIT UH BUT IM BACK AND ADDICTED TO MONSTER LOLLLLLLLLL 

OH AND PINTREST KEEPS ON SENDING ME EMAILS ABOUT MY MENTAL HEALTH LOL 

hybrus (they/it)