Ok so when I write in techno's POV it's obviously a little (a lot) more advanced than he's capable of thinking (he's like 2) but I can't write like that idk so it's much more complex then how he would actually be thinking :)

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"That was so clutch, little guy." He huffed as he toppled out of the portal, brushing the ash and soot from the harsh conditions of the nether from his knees. The piglin child cocked its head as it looked up at the man, somewhat curiously, allowing his little pig ear to tumble sideways. "Let's get you inside." He cooed, picking up the small child, which instinctively wrapped its arms around the blondes neck.

Technos POV:

The stranger picked me up once again, I felt his soft blonde hair tickle my nose. Where is he taking me? He doesn't seem to respond when I talk, I don't think he can understand me, since I can't understand him. He doesn't talk like the others. In fact, he doesn't look like them either- I wonder what he is? Maybe he's a 'human' which is something scary I hear the piglins talk about. They say to kill them, which I think is mean, but they said they are evil. This one doesn't seem evil? Unless maybe he's trying to take me away to kill me? I'm sure it will be better here then in the firey place. They hurt me. He seems gentle and nice. He also has a friendly smile. I wonder if this will be home.

No ones POV:

Philza opened the door with his large brown boot, since his hands were full, cautiously containing the child he had just acquired. "Wil, I'm home!" He called out, which was shortly perused by tiny patters of footsteps running down the hall, before turning and skidding into the kitchen where the front door entered into. "Dad!" The six year old cried out, as he ran towards him with outstretched arms. Just before he could reach him, he stopped, and recoiled. He noticed the small, pink haired boy in his arms, and glanced up in a confused manner. "This," Philza began, kneeling down to place the child on the floor, "is..." he paused. He hadn't thought of a name. "D- do you have a name?" He quietly asked the child, who simply stared at him blankly. "Is Dave!" He cried, announcing the first name he thought suitable. He wasn't sure why, but it had a nice ring to it.

"Where did you find him?" Wilbur asked, pacing around the child as though inspecting it for faults. "In the nether, they were going to hurt him, so I had to take him away from them." He explained, kneeling to Wilburs height. "Is he my brother?" The brunette asked excitedly, causing philza to chuckle before nodding with a smile. "Oh yes!" Wil cried in joy, skidding down to pull the clueless child into an embrace. It's eyes widened in surprise, but it soon cooed in a pig sort of way, and hugged him back. "Can he speak?" Wilbur asked, looking up temporarily. "Well- I'm not sure. I don't think he would since I don't think he's seen humans before. He probably speaks piglin." The shaggy haired man explained to the boy, who absorbed the information with one hundred percent attention. "Can we teach him?" He excitedly pleaded, to which philza nodded, "we will have to, he won't be able to live here forever and not speak English." He shrugged, as Wilbur squealed excitedly.

"I'm going to show him my room!" The boy exclaimed, pulling Dave up to the direction of the stairs. "Be careful!" The dad chuckled, as the pair wandered upstairs. He sat back onto a near by stool, and pondered. He could have sworn he saw the child's eyes flash red when he first saw him. Why was he the only half piglin hybrid he had ever seen? So many thoughts raced around his head at one thousand miles per hour, until he heard small giggles from upstairs., pulling him from his contemplation. A small smile settled onto his face, lacing kindly onto his soft pastures, as he relaxed into the seat. They are happy. And that's what matters.

Boom that's the story of techno bang banggggg