January 1st, 2008.

Phil awoke to knocking on the front door at a refreshing three-in-the-morning. The blond groaned as he put a robe on, soon opening up the front door to be greeted with Timothy (of course) holding a sleeping toddler.

"The new kid?"

Timothy nodded, holding the kid out. "His name is Thomas, though his parents used to call him Tommy."

"What happened to them?"

Timothy frowned. "The poor kid is will experience more trauma in his childhood than you and I will ever have in our eternal lives."

"You didn't answer the question."

"It's not a question that needs to be answered. Not by me, anyway."

Phil sighed irritably as he looked at the tot in his arms. He noted a locket around the kids neck, resembling a compass almost.

"His information is in the locket. I pray that Technoblade and Wilbur love the new addition to the family."

"You and me both..." Phil muttered.

~<•>~

"Woah!!! You have pig ears!!!" The toddler exclaimed as he saw Techno first thing that morning. Techno looked at the boy quizzically before nodding slowly.

"Who's this?" Wilbur asked, walking down the stairs into the living room.

"Techno, Wilbur, this is Tommy, your new little brother." Phil introduced.

"What's that around your neck?" Techno asked, making Tommy shrug.

"Daddy called it a.....neck-a-lice.....and momma said that it has my best fwiend inside it!"

Phil frowned. "What happened to your mom and dad?"

Tommy thought about it for a moment. "I don't know...momma and daddy were fighting and momma told me to go play in my room...and then I heard a very loud bang."

Phil frowned, piecing the puzzle together.

"And then I heard daddy crying and then another loud bang. Then I fell asleep and woke up here!" He continued. "But I wasn't scared when I woke up! I saw the angel," he pointed at Phil. "And I wasn't scared! I knew he would protect me!"

Phil smiled softly.

Poor kid...

~<•>~

January 4th, 2010.

Tommy is six, Techno is eleven, and Wilbur is fourteen.

Currently, Wilbur was practicing his guitar while Techno was examining his growing hair in their shared bedroom.

"I really need a haircut." The piglin grumbled. "It's almost long enough to tie back now..."

"I think you should grow it out." Wilbur commented, huffing irritably when he messed up a note. "Style it and make it your own, ya know?"

Techno hummed, considering his brothers words. "I think I'll braid it..." he muttered softly. "When it grows long enough, that is."

Wilbur set his guitar aside, sitting up, studying his brothers features. "You know what? I think a braid would absolutely suit you. It'll make you look more badass, too. No one will want to fuck with you by the time you're an adult."

Techno snickered. "If Phil heard that, you'd be dead."

Wilbur shrugged. "He doesn't need to know everything, Techno."

The piglin laughed as Tommy ran in, holding on a bee plush tightly, another boy running in after him.

"Give it back Tommy! It's mine!" The seven-year-old whined as he chased the blond boy.

"Sharing is caring, remember Tubbo?" Tommy laughed.

That is, before he ran directly into his older brother, who held him tight enough to keep him from running.

"Tommy, give Tubbo back his bee." Techno scolded. "You don't want me to get Phil, now do you?"

Tommy huffed as he threw the bee plush at Tubbo, who happily caught it.

~<•>~

Techno groaned, shoving his head under his pillow to block out the noise of Wilbur's guitar.

"Can't you play that any quieter!?" The piglin groaned, causing Wilbur's eyes to roll.

"Unfortunately, no. Why are you sleeping so early anyway? It's not even eight yet."

Techno huffed, giving up on the pillow buffer. "I have a test first thing in the mornin', idiot."

It was silent for a moment.

Before Wilbur broke it, that is.

"Wanna play?" Wilbur asked, earning a questioning grunt from the piglin. "My guitar, I mean."

"Why would I want to play it...?"

Wilbur shrugged. "I'm just asking."

Techno was silent for a moment before shrugging. "Sure, I guess."

Wilbur handed him the guitar, quickly explaining which string played which note, how to hold it, etc.

Techno strummed the guitar, cringing when it didn't sound quite right. "I'm not good at this."

Wilbur gave the piglin a patient smile. "It takes practice. Phil might say that my proclaimed 'gift' is music, but it still took hours and hours of practice to get it to sound right."

Techno paused before strumming again, cringing when it still didn't sound right to him. "Are you sure you tightened this right?"

Wilbur laughed, nodding. "Yes, I'm sure."

Techno huffed, strumming again. "It's this string!" He exclaimed, looking at Wilbur, silently asking permission to fix the note. Wilbur nodded before Techno started tightening the string. He strummed it again, his face beaming when it finally sounded right.

Wilbur giggled. "Your reaction was exactly mine when I figured out how to make it sound right."

Techno blushed slightly out of embarrassment. "S-sorry." He quickly gave Wilbur back his instrument. "I need to go to bed." The piglin jumped back into bed, laying down.

~<•>~

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