Prologue
"Phiiiil."
"Techno, I can explain."
"Phil there is literally no way to explain this." The pinkette nodded his head, as Wilbur stared disapprovingly at the small child in Phil's arms. The kid looked just like the twins' dad, and it freaked them out.
"How old is he?"
"Are you already getting attached, Wilbur?"
"No! I just…. Yeah, maybe a little bit." Technoblade snorted, and stalked out of the living room. The sound of a door slamming from upstairs startled the kid awake. He looked to be about 3 or 4. "Are we gonna…. You know?"
"Keep him?" Phil looked around tiredly. "Yeah, I guess. You think Tech will forgive me?" Wilbur shrugged, and Phil seemed to sag. "He's only about 5. And he was in the middle of nowhere. He doesn't have any other chance." Wilbur looked at the kid's blue eyes.
"How about Tommy? For a name?"
"Maybe we asked techno at dinner." The brunet nodded, and walked up the stairs. A faint knocking at the door was heard, and a very prominent 'fuck you' was also heard. Phil looked down at the child that had a death grip on his shirt. "Tommy, huh?" Tommy smiled at him, showcasing one missing front tooth. Phil grinned back. "Tommy works."
A/N
Hi, It's idk. So i know a lot of my stories have been short, and its been pointed out that they are VERY angsty, so we have this story, which should be more fluff than angst. there will probably be a smidgeon of angst because i need a plot point.
