Sleepy Bois

Chapter 1: Family

"Wil! Wil, are you ready to go?" Phil called out for his eldest son, "Wilbur, c'mon! Even Tommy's ready before you! And he can't even walk yet!"

"That's not fair, Papa!" A voice belonging to a young boy called, running down the hallway, "You get him dressed! He doesn't do it himself!"

"Well that just means I had to get ready for two people! And I was STILL before you!" Phil said laughing while holding a younger boy, Tommy, and shifting him to the opposite arm.

Wilbur crossed his arms and puffed his cheeks in frustration,

"Okay, okay, you're right." Wilbur perked up, "You ready?"

"Yeah!" Wilbur hopped on his heels a bit

"Alright let's go then!"

-

Phil walked out of the front door, one arm holding Tommy tight against his chest, the other holding the hand of Wilbur. Phil isn't old by any means, but as soon as he could, he adopted two children.

Wilbur was his first, a sweet and soft little wavy brown haired boy, adopted when he was still a baby, now he has just passed his 9th birthday.

Phil's most recent is Tommy, he's about a year and a half now. He's got shiny blonde hair and bright blue eyes.

"Are you excited?" Phil asked, glancing down at Wilbur before crossing the street.

"Yeah! I'm super excited!" Wil started as he skipped next to his father, "I've been watching people cover songs on YouTube and I've watched a bunch of videos teaching about guitar too! I hope I can be good like them!"

"Well of course you will! I think you'll actually be better than them! There's no way you won't, this is your first guitar and it's just gonna be the beginning. You're gonna be a great musician one day, Wil."

"Papa," Wil called to his father when they had fully crossed the street, "You know you don't have to hold my hand right? We walk this way like every day!" he said but made no move to pull his hand away from Phil's

"Yeah, well whenever I don't, you tend to get too excited and run too far ahead and it worries me." Phil replied. Wilbur sighed, pouting a bit but perking up at the sight of the guitar store ahead of them.

"Papa! C'mon! Hurry up!" Wil pulled on his fathers arm trying to hurry them forward

"Wil, I'm old and also carrying a sleeping child, I can't run or I could crack every bone in my body or I may wake up Tommy from his peaceful nap, which would deafen everyone within a two kilometer radius." Wilbur and Phil giggled at that.

"You're right, waking up Tommy would cause some chaos wouldn't it"

Less than a minute later Phil was letting go of Wilbur's hand, letting him go into the store ahead of him while he held the door open.

-

After spending a little under an hour in the store looking at guitars and listening to a store staff member tell them about every guitar Wilbur poked at, they finally finished. Wilbur's smile had never been brighter than in that moment when they were walking out of the store, his first guitar in its case hanging over his shoulder on his back.

"Wilbur! This is what I was talking about!" Phil called after his son. He decided to let Wilbur have his own hand so he could hold Tommy with more support. "This is why I hold your hand- Wilbur!"

Wilbur had run a little too far ahead and Phil lost sight of him for a second. Phil sped up trying to catch up to him, causing Tommy to stir in his arms a bit. He caught a glimpse of Wilbur turning a corner into an alleyway that they never walked down and sped up further, following Wilbur.

When Phil finally caught up to his son, he found Wilbur looking into a cardboard box seemingly confused.

"What're you doing!?" Phil said running up to his son, "This is exactly why I hold your hand when we walk! You can't just go down random alleyways without telling me or letting me-" Phil paused when he heard small whimpers coming from inside the box that Wil was looking at. When he walked forward a bit more, Phil noticed that on the side of the box was the word "freak" in large dark letters. He took a step forward to get a better look.

When he did, he saw a small boy, about Wilburs age, a little younger, huddled in the corner of the box. He was holding his knees to his chest and his face was stained with tears and the look on his face showed he was terrified of being hurt by them. Upon closer inspection, Phil realized that the boy looked a little... odd.

His hair hung down to his shoulders and was pink. But it didn't seem dyed, it looked like it had grown out that color. His eyes also seemed to be a darker shade of pink, but by the way he had been rubbing his eyes to wipe away tears, it was clear that they weren't contacts, no way a child would be able to put contacts in in the first place. His ears came to a point and he had an underbite with two of his lower teeth being significantly larger than the rest, slightly pointing out of his mouth. Almost like... tusks. He also had bruises and cuts covering him, as well as dried blood staining his clothing.

Phil noticed something hanging from the boy's ear, a tag. When he took a step forward to reach out for it, the boy aggressively flinched in fear, as if he thought Phil was going to hurt him, causing Wilbur to flinch as well and he took a few steps back to stand behind his father, holding on to his shirt for comfort but still watching what was happening.

"It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you.." Phil said softly and calmly, reaching his hand out once more. The boy still seemed cautious but made no move to back away. When Phil took hold of the tag it read "Piglin-Human hybrid, leave to die!" and on the back it had the letters "TB" written on it. Phil got lost in his thoughts for a moment, feeling anger boil up inside of him at the idea that someone had left a small boy to die. Even if he was some sort of hybrid, he was still just a boy and clearly had no aggression to him.

Phil was pulled from his thoughts by a tug from his shirt, "Papa, what is it?" Wilbur said, eyes wide, moving from the boy to his father.

Tommy stirred and woke up, turning his head in his sleepy state, looking at the boy and reaching out his hands almost like he wanted the boy to hold him. The boy's eyes went wide looking at Tommy.

After a small moment of hesitation and a look at Tommy's reaction to the boy, Phil answered his son, "This, Wilbur... is your new brother." he smiled, offering his hand to the boy. The boy's eyes lit up and began to tear up again, but it was more out of happiness than the fear and sadness he was displaying earlier. The boy reached out and held Phils hand, looking up at him with wide eyes.

"What's his name?" Wil asked, clearly excited to have another brother, bouncing on his toes a bit.

Phil took one last look at the tag hanging from the boy's ear, his eyes tracing over the letters "TB" and thinking for a moment. "His name is Technoblade." Phil said with a smile.

"Cool!" Wilbur said with a little jump. Technoblade looked at Wil with with wide eyes, and smiled brightly for the first time.