(this is literally just a filler chapter with some wholesome nymph content, feel free to skip if you wish to continue to the plot. -Moth)

Wilbur got home at his usual 3 am time frame. Usually, he was a tired mess of a man. Today he was determined. Phil looked up from his book with a puzzled expression. "Can I help you?" Phil looked at the man staring down at him. "Technoblade is alive and I'm planning on breaking him out." Phil choked and dropped his book.

"Fuckin' what!?"

that went well.

Wilbur laid down on his bed, staring at the ceiling thinking about his life. As one does. He turned to his side and was greeted with glowing Yellow and Blue sets of eyes. "Hello Mr dad, we're bored can we play outside?" God Wilbur hated having nocturnal kids. He loved the nymph siblings but waking up to them at 4am was a chore.

"Not tonight." Fundy nodded and Tommy let out an overdramatic sigh. "Fine, we'll just die cold; alone, and bored in our rooms." Fundy chimed in with a snarky, "I thought you loved us, father." The nymphs ran out of the room giggling to themselves. Wilbur smiled to himself before falling asleep.

Tommy and Fundy trudged back to their room, wallowing in their defeat. Phil- who had recovered- watched the children sulk. In his new mission to make his grandkids like him, he walked over to them.

"You two want to go outside, right?" Fundy nodded.