"I understand. You heard the place you loved was in trouble, so you came back, but I don't-I just-why didn't you take me?" Here it was, at last. Catharsis, or something close to it. "I would have hunted them down with you, Philza, the people who did that to your town. I would have given you your vengeance on a silver platter. I would have given you the world." Philza didn't look guilty. He just looked tired. "I didn't hunt them down, though." // Or, that fic where Techno and Phil are old immortals, and Tommy and Wilbur are decidedly... not. Angst ensues. //

After Tommy and Tubbo's parents death, they were thrown around in the foster system for awhile. Tommy swore to protect Tubbo at all costs. One day, a particularly kind and odd foster family with a man named Phil, and two boys named Techno and Wilbur comes to adopt them. Will the boys finally find a family? Tommy is 13 and Tubbo is 10 🔵Cover art is not mine🔵 🟣Nothing sexual or romantic 🟣 🔴TW: This story will contain Tommy angst; you know the drill; ED, possible depression, death, etc. If you get triggered by any angst of the sort, DO NOT READ🔴