Tw, kinda: Slight mentions of Christianity (it is a book where the main character is an Angel, after all)

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June 1st, 2004.

Techno has turned five, Wilbur is seven.

And two months ago, the third soul, who Phil has yet to learn the name of, was born.

"Dad, look what Wil gave me!" The piglin said, running up to the fallen Angel, showcasing a pocketknife.

"Oh, no, let's take that away from you," Phil said as he took the blade out of the child's grip. "Your brother is going to get an earful for giving this to you."

Techno whined. "C'mon daaaaaad, give it baaaaack!"

Phil snickered at the piglin. His personality was really starting to form, alright. Though, from what the Angel told him last year about Techno's personality, it really didn't match with his current baby voice.

"Wil!" The blonde hollered for his son. "Come down here, please!"

Shortly afterwards, the brunette ran down the stairs. The eight year old was already more than half Phil's height already, which, quite frankly, scared the living shit out of the Angel, since he knew that meant the kid would surpass him in height by the time he would be thirteen.

How fun.

"Yeah, dad?" Wilbur asked, walking up to the Angel.

Phil gave him an irritable look as be pulled out the golden yellow switchblade. "Did you give this to your brother?"

Wilbur looked at the blade before shaking his head. "I've never seen that thing in my life."

"Really? Because Techno just told me that you gave this to him." Phil said, crossing his arms.

Wilbur sighed. "Fuckin' snitch." He muttered.

"Language, Wilbur." The Angel scolded. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to ground you for this."

"What!? That's not fair!" Wilbur whined.

"Well, maybe let this be a lesson to not only give your five year old brother a fucking switchblade, but also to not lie to me and also to not curse."

Wilbur stopped his foot. "That isn't fair!" He screamed as he ran upstairs, the sound of a door slamming shut soon followed.

Phil sighed as he got dinner started.

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It was about 10 o'clock at night when he heard knocking on the door.

Phil opened the front door to see, lo and behold, the Angel holding a box. It was most likely a gift, considering that the box was wrapped in blue wrapping paper with pigs on it.

"Good evening, Philza." The Angel greeted. "I got Technoblade a gift."

"Uhm, thank you, but Techno is currently asleep. Has been for a couple of hours now." Phil said, grabbing the box from the Angel.

"Oh, I know. I specifically waited until after he fell asleep to come. This gift...is special. Quite literally a gift from god." The Angel said, making Phil wince. "He said to not give this to Technoblade until his eighteenth birthday. I don't know why, I don't know what it is, I'm just the messenger."

Phil looked at the gift again. "Thank you, Uhm...."

"You may call me Timothy." The Angel, now Timothy, said.

Phil nodded, smiling. "Thank you, Timothy. I really do appreciate your help."

Timothy nodded before disappearing in a ball of light.

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Timothy isn't anyone in particular, he's an oc I've had forever now, and never use him for anything, so how about I use him as a minor character in a SleepyBois fic?