Adopted

chapter 24

Techno sat starting at the Tv, completely invested. It wasn't even a good program. It was about people selling things for money but one thing did catch the piglins eye. "Want" he said, pointing to the Tv screen.

Phil walked in and fell a slight shade of white. "Uh...Techno honey...it's not real. It's a uh, pretend one okay?" He quickly grabbed bis phone and texted Wilbur.

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Son one-hay dad, you alright?

Dadza-Get the perfume

Son one-what why!?

Dadza-Techno saw gold on the Tv and uh...wants it

Son one-on it
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"Hay Techno....time to turn it off and go sleep time okay?" Phil said, acting as if Techno was a toddler. He sat down besides Techno and grabbed the remote to witch his hand was grabbed harshly "don't touch it" Techno growled. Phil was taken back as he dropped it onto the sofa.

Techno let go and got back to watching the Tv. Wilbur walked down the stairs with the bottle and looked at Phil "3....2....1-" Phil grabbed the remote and turned the Tv off as Wilbur sprayed the perfume in Technos face.

Techno coughed and sputtered before wafting the smell away. "What....happened?" He asked, the smell of the perfume always made Techno forget about Gold. It was only that smell of perfume though... "You got a bit uh, aggressive" Phil lied...slightly. Techno did technically get aggressive.

If anything Gold related ever came up, techno would suddenly turn into his Piglin state and get aggressive and overly protective. This had started when he was around 7-8 years old and just traveled ever since.

"Did I hurt you guys?" Techno asked, rubbing the back of his neck. "No not at all, your fine okay?" Phil smiled, holding Technos hand. "Y-yeah...thank you-....Why does Wilbur have that out?" He growled.

Wilbur quickly hid it behind his back. "Nothing" Techno narrowed his eyes and scowled as he stood up "techno down, it's not worth it" Phil stood up also.

"Daddy I found-...am I bothering something?" Tubbo asked, fiddling with his bee plushy.

"No no, you didn't. Do you need somethin' Tubbo?" Phil walked over after giving both his oldest sons death glares. "There's a knife on the counter....with a red thing on it" Wilbur gulped as he bolted to the kitchen. He knew Tommy was in there colouring.

Tommy had long sleeves on over his hands as he was colouring with crayons. "Hay buddy, can I see your arms for a second?" Wilbur asked, watching Tommy fall pail. "M-my...arms?"

Wilbur immediately thought the worse. Tommy hesitatly pulled up his sleeves. They were covers in bandages and they were red. "Dad-Phil...didn't change them this morning" Wilbur nodded, getting a first aid kit.

"Th-thats a lie" Tommy mumbled "what do you mean?" Tommy looked at Wilbur with tears in his eyes "I-I...Schlatt l-left out a kn-knife and s-said I-I was allowed t-to use I-it s-so I did" Wilbur sighed and hugged him tightly as he let the younger cry into his chest. He ran his fingers through the males hair as he whispered small praises to him on admitting it.

"Was it that one on the side?" Tommy shook his head. "I-it's with sch-Schlatt" Wilbur nodded and undid Tommys bandages to wrap them in new ones. He first cleaned them, making Tommy yelp in pain. "I know, I know I'm sorry" he wrapped a double layer of bandages on and taped it with medical tape. "Keep them on okay?"

"Y-yeah. I'm sorry" Wilbur kissed his head. "It's okay, somethings hurt to stop I understand" he smiled slightly, still thinking of the packet of cigarettes on his desk