Philza could only chuckle as he entered his oldest son's door.
There on the floor Technoblade laid, half leaned against a chest, his right arm pinned under his youngest brothers body, his left hand slightly clenched. A wither skull proped up his left leg, his journal laid near his legs, and his pickaxe looked like it had sliped from his hand not too long ago. Tommy was slightly curled, head and arm resting on his brothers leg, his bandanna off and in front of him, his sword was under Techno's pickaxe.
Across the room potions were waited to be put away, and the stands to be refilled.
Phil chuckled as he began to put stuff away leaving his two sons to sleep. Quietly he started to make and invisibility and strength potions, leaving them to sleep just a little longer, just a little longer before they had to face the hell their lives had become was worth everything to Phil in that moment. He'd give anything to help them, anything.
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Dream Smp short stories
FanfictionWhy? Because idea's keep poping into my head. Likely to have a lot of wholesome, there is so much angst I need wholesome in my life! Requests maybe
