Merry xmas/Happy Yule my friends! (:
This is going to be xmas themed, next year ill probably make it Yule themed
Enjoy!

TWS:
SWEARING

did I miss anything?
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~~Dadza POV~~

It was so long ago. Yet it felt like yesterday. The first day they saw him. That small furball we call family.

Two children rushed down the stairs. One screaming with joy. The other was trying to catch up to his hyper brother. A herd of loud knocking interrupted their fathers slumber. "DAAAD WAKE UP! ITS CRISTMAS DAD. HURRY UP!!" A certain brunette kept screaming from out of his room. He yawn and streched before finally getting up. He slipped on some pink fluffy slippers. He wore a green robe with black linings. He plopped a green and white striped bucket hat on his head. Time for a new day.

The door knob opened. He was about to exit the room but was instead shoved back by a small yet kinda strong force. A toddler dove into a hug around his legs. A pink haired one joining them. "Alright, alright. Cmon lets go open your presents." The two toddlers perked up at that. "RACE YA!" The pinkette dashed out the room. "W-wha?? THATS NOT FAIR!" The brunette chased after him. The old man let out a sigh. Why was he cursed to have to deal with these two.

After the old man finally made his way downstairs he saw the two waiting on the floor impatiently. They stared at the bright tree infront of them. Under it was full of presents. "Dadzaaaa hurry up. We wanna open gifts." "Yeah you old man. Hurry up." He rolled his eyes. "Wait here okay? Im going to bring you guys your first gift." The two toddlers nodded happily. Their eyes beaming with excitment.

He returned with a brown box. There were holes in it. Why was it so damaged? He placed it on the ground. The two little kids started to approach it. "Go on, open it up." They slowly lifted off the lid. A small "meow" could be heard. A blond tabby cat looked up at them. The light brown striped layed on its back like a tiger, but cuter. The kitten couldnt be more then a few months old. "His name is Tom." Phil smiled. The kitten let out a soft "mew" before being pick up by Phil. "Be gentle with him okay? Hes still very young."

The two boys were squirming around in excitment. Phil placed the small kitten down to let them play. The boys began to pet him. They awed every time the kitten let out a little noise. He smiled. Thank you Kristen, the boys really do love him.

Of course. It wasnt yesterday. It was 16 years ago. The boys arent five anymore. They're 21. The kitten.. isnt really a kitten. But Phil? Hes still old.

Anyways its now Christmas eve (:

He was sitting on the sofa. Tom was laying in his lap. He pet the feline as he watched the television. He found it very odd that the small tabby managed to live so long. The average lifespan is only 10-15 years, Tom is 16. The weirdest part is the fact that he doesn't look old. He still looks as young as he did when he was 8. That doesnt matter right now though. He might aswell enjoy the time he has left with the little furball.

Tom jumped off his lap and began to make his way to the door. Phil look down at his lap. His poor black pants. Tom began to scratch at the door. "Im coming, im coming." Phil sighed. He walked over and opened the house door. Tom walked outside and jumped onto their stone fence. He sat down and looked at the roas. Phil giggled as he sat down on the porch chair. "So you remember too bud?" Today it the monthly visit from his two sons. They moved out when they went to college. It can get lonely without them, then again he has Tom.

He reached into a bag that leaned on his chair. It has some cat treats in it for when Tom would sit with Phil outside. Phil sat outside a lot. He loved to watch the crow play in the fountain he made for them. He would often feed them seeds. Sometimes he swears he can hear they yell weird words like "poggers" and "crowza" but that's probably just his old man ears deceiving him.

Finally a honking noise came from down the street. A pink vehicle sped up the road before slowing down and parking in front of the house. Phil sighed. Sure he lived in the middle of the woods and all but thats still dangerous. Then again Techno probably doesnt care. Speaking of the man, a pink haired fella exited the car. He had a a nice crown on. Unlike his normal outfit though, it was a green sweater. On it read "Technoblade never dies! (Or santa)". Meanwhile another man was trying to get out the backseat. "TECHNO YOUR BACKSEAT IS SO CROWDED!" Phil sighed, glad to know Wilbur hasn't changed at all. Techno rolled his eyes at his twins suffering. He walked up to the gate before noticing Tom. "Hi buddy." He gave a small smile as he pet the cat. Tom let out a purr in return. The cat rubbed himself on Technos arm. That'll show all the other cats that he tries to pet who this human actually serves. (:

Wilbur finally exited the car. He wore a red Christmas sweater, it read "Happy F*cking Holidays!" (Yes, including the censor.) He walked up to the fence before shoving Techno out of the way. He gave Tom a little pat. "Hi Tommyyy." He grinned widely. Tom let out a soft "mew". "Wow rude much." Techno opened the gate and entered the house. The grass was still as clean as ever. Of course the old cottage did look a bit older but thats kind of how time works. Phil smiled. "Glad to know you didn't forget about your old man." Techno gave him a hug. "Yeah we didn't, but Tom is still the favorite." Techno grinned slightly as Phil let out a small laugh. "Yeah, hes my favorite son too." Wilbur let out a fake gasp. "Wow how could you dad! In right here." He made a dramatic pose. Phil stood up, he rolled his eyes. "Whatever, come on in. Its much warmer inside." The two men gladly took that invitation. Tom let out a soft meow before following along.

Tom wiped his paws on the mat before closing the door with his head. "hEh??" Phil let out a hum at Technos confusion. "Why did he just close the door like that dadza-" "oh, Tom just does that." They headed into the livingroom where Phil let the boys know they can stay. He was going to make some hot chocolate. Tom decided to follow him into the kitchen. The cat hopped onto the counter and watched as Phil started up the stove. He got out two separate pots. One for the hot cocoa. The other was for something else. He boiled the milk and added the cocoa before stirring the mixture. He then poured the made drinks into three separate cups. One he dumped tons of marshmallows in it, Wilbur was odd like that. The other he added 3 small marshmallows. Techno didnt like too many. Finally for him he added just 5. He liked the normal amount. He brought the two boys their drinks before going back to get two more.

He set them on the table, cute little cupholders were under them. "Hey dad, whats that fourth drink for?" Wilbur pointed to a small cup. It was closer to bowl in its shape. "Ah, I forgot. Sorry Toms." He pet the cat before lowering the drink onto the floor. Tom happily began to slurp away at it. "You do know hot chocolate is bad for cats right?" "I know, its just some catnip boiled in almond milk and instead of marshmallows its cat safe ice cream." Techno sighed. "That cat is really living the life." At this comment Tom let out a semi-aggressive "meow". "Alright alright chill-" Techno raised his hands dramatically.

Eventually the group finished their drinks. Phil put the dishes in the sink. He'll wash them later. For now he was going to go upstairs and work for a bit. He let his two sons know that they can call him if they needed anything. Also to feed Tom at exactly 5pm/17:00, if they don't he'll get cranky. (He as in Tom-)

He began to type on his laptop. The key making a light clicking sound. Hes a writer, an author if you will. He likes to think of himself as an influencer or like entertainer. Maybe one day he can try something like that. It sounds kind of fun. He continued to type on his computer. He's finally at 1510 words. He was going to take a small break before hearing one of his sons scream for him.

"DAAAD SOMETHINGS WRONG WITH THE CAT!"

He bolted down the stairs expecting something to be horribly wrong. Instead he turned to see a third human boy next to his two sons. The boy looked just like their cat. He had the same blond hair, blue eyes and even cat ears. Weird. Techno was scratching behind the boys ear. "Whos this...?" Wilbur turned to him. "It's apparently Tom?" The blonde boy nodded his head. Phil sighed and decided to sit down next to them.

"Okay first of all how can you do that??" He was genuinely so confused. The boy shrugged. "Okay.. does Kristen know about this?" The boy this time smiled and nodded. "Miss Kristen wanted me to show you earlier. I forgot to." Phil sighed, leave it to Kristen to send a magical fucking cat. Gods are so weird.

Techno looked at him. "Soooo can we keep him still?" Phil face palmed. "Yeah sure." Wilbur and Techno cheered before dragging the boy upstairs. They have so much they want to teach him.

What a hell of a Christmas eve this was.

1710 words

AAAA IM SO SORRY THE ENDING IS SO RUSHED-
Its so crappy ik
Happy holidays! (Also a late happy Hanukkah)

Finished: 24/12/2021 12:57
Posted: 24/12/2021 12:58