A Man and his Two Sons

TWs: Depression, Crying, Mention of death, fire and Abuse.

Tommy POV:

It happened again, another night and another set of tears pouring out of my small six year old. I was lying on my creaky, uncomfortable orphanage bed crying to myself like I do nearly every night. What happened four years ago has never left me. I would always have to relive the fire and death over and over and it never stops and I'm pretty sure it never will. I am six years old and I have to put up with it. The orphanage at least had nice people in considering the four years I have been here, I have never been chosen to be fostered. So for the past four years I have been stuck in a cramped room with only a small bed, a tiny set of drawers for clothes and a little basket that is home for my toys that I got from the first two years of my life, before everything went to hell.

I was currently wearing my favourite dinosaur onesie that surprisingly still fits me, I am very small for my age. I rarely wear any other clothes to bed. Almost every night I would wear my onesie just so I can feel closer to my parents again.

I was laying on my bed crying for a while before I heard my room door click open. I quickly looked up towards it, wiping the tears out of my eyes so my vision wasn't as blurry. Once the door was fully open I saw a small figure. After a couple of seconds the small figure ran up to me, it was purpled, my only friend in the orphanage.

"Hey Purpled" I said in my high child voice, trying to be as energetic as possible so Purpled wouldn't be worried about me.

"Hi Tommy" Purpled replied adding a small wave as well. He climbed up onto my bed struggling a bit as he was smaller than me but older by a couple of months.

"What do you want Purpled?" I asked in a polite and friendly tone, most things I say though come out as more of a squeak as I am so young and I once inhaled so much smoke that it messed up my throat so everything I say is in an even higher pitch than when other kids talk.

"I've good news" Purpled pronounced, waving his hands about to add drama, it did not work.

"Oh, what is it?" I perked up, suddenly interested.

"There's a family coming tomorrow to adopt someone from our age gap" He announced in a very excited tone like a child on Christmas. He then jumped of my bed and started to jump up and down, he was clearly excited at the thought of getting out off here.

"Oh!" My mood suddenly went from a hundred to none, I knew what this meant. I get my hopes up and then when the time comes and I don't get chosen, I run to my room and cry my eyes out because I think it is my fault I don't get chosen.

I felt my eyes start to tear up again but I try my best to hold them back but as I am a weak little child I fail miserably like everything else I do and start to cry.

Purpled knows about what I do every time a family comes to foster/adopt. So as soon as he saw my start to cry he instantly tried to console me and make me feel better.

"Hey, no, don't cry, maybe you will be lucky this time" he said in his cute, high pitched voice as always. He tried his best to make me feel better but it didn't work so he just sat with me until I stopped crying, which only took a few minutes.

"Ahh, now I'm tired" I said as soon as I stopped crying, to which Purpled laughed and got back off my bed.

"Get some sleep then, then in the morning at least one of us can hopefully get out of here" Purpled announced, I started to lay down getting under the thin blankets.

"Yeah, hopefully" I giggled now trying to get to sleep. After a few seconds I heard the door start to creak close. "Goodnight Purpled" I yawned and smiled but still keeping my eyes closed.

"Goodnight Tommy"

It was the next morning and I was sitting on a small wooden bench that was in the garden area that belonged to the orphanage. I knew that I was supposed to be in the big meeting room with all the other four to seven year olds but I didn't really care, I knew I wasn't going to be picked anyway, there are so many better options than me in there so who cares at the end of the day.

Philza POV:

Me and My two sons, Wilbur and Techno, were going to the orphanage to find another kid to adopt. With Will and Tech getting older, me and Kristen have been thinking that it's about time that we get another kid to help out and save from the orphanage.

"The biggest question is, do we get a boy or a girl?" Wilbur asked as we walked into the brick building that looked like it just came out from the 1950s.

"Let's just see what kid or kids we get along with best and then we can figure that out" I answered and as soon as I finished my sentence we were met face to face with the head of the orphanage, Miss Puffy.

Techno POV:

"It's nice to see you three again, you two have really grown since I last saw you" she said pointing to me and Wilbur.

"Well I would like to say that it is nice to see you again but being in this building creeps me out to be honest" Wilbur replied, I nodded along, agreeing with him.

"Okay then, I guess follow me then to the meeting room, all the four to seven year old kids are in there apart from one but that doesn't matter" Puffy said starting to walk away from us, the three of us starting to follow quickly behind her through the creepy halls of the orphanage.

"Why is there one not in there?" Phil asked confused as the four continued to walk.

"Oh, well the kid hasn't had the best luck when it comes to meeting families and it has been messing up his mental health so he didn't want to bother this time so he is just sitting in the garden" Puffy answered looking a bit sad.

Puffy was always nice to the kids in the orphanage unless they were really bad. It's very rare that you find someone nice who works in a orphanage let alone owns one.

"Well tell us about the kid anyway?" I ask interested in who this kid is.

"Okay, well, his name is Tommy, he is six years old, he has been here since he was two when his mum and dad died in a house fire, he hasn't been fostered or adopted once and...oh I am pretty sure he has depression"

"What would make you think that?" Wilbur asked sounding sad, considering he used to deal with heavy depression before dad adopted us when we were both eight.

"He cries to himself almost every night, he thinks we can't hear him but we do, he's very loud". By the time she had finished we were at the meeting room.

She opened the door revealing about thirty kids at least, all small and all adorable but I already knew what kid I wanted and he wasn't in this room. All the kids looked at us, some had happy and excited faces at the possibility of being picked but some of the kids had nervous faces, maybe worried that they would be picked and hurt which is something that happens to a lot of these young kids. I might act tough on the outside most of the time but inside it hurt my heart that these kids get hurt by people and don't have a good family to help them through life. I think Wilbur feels the same cause I could easily read his face and currently it read guilt and sympathy.

We entered the room and started roaming around looking around at the young kids as the conversed with their friends or continued drawing or playing with toys like action figures and dolls. Me and Wilbur decided to stay together whilst Phil went off on his own. The two of us were walking around for a minute or so when a girl, probably four years old, came up to us.

"Do you want to see my drawing?" she asked in a cute tone.

"Yes we would love to" Wilbur answered for us.

The girl proceeded to show us a drawing of her in a home with two brothers and a dad. Both me and Will stared at each other knowing what this drawing was actually off. It was us.

Wilbur POV:

About thirty minutes pass of us just making small talk to the kids and seeing what they like and don't like and sometimes even playing quick little games with them. Most of them I could see myself getting on with but some were flat out rude, we are definetely not choosing one of those ones.

We were just about to leave the room and make our decision when we saw a new kid come into the room. He looked about six, he had strawberry blonde hair and was probably about 3ft 5 I would say, very small. Then it clicked. This must be Tommy.

I saw the kid hug another blonde kid, they must be friends but after they let go I saw Tommy start to just stand and do nothing so I walked up to him, crouching down to his level, I extended my hand for a handshake that he quickly returned placing his petite hand on mine.

"Hi mate, I'm Wilbur, you must be Tommy?" I asked with a polite smile.

"How do you know my name?" he asked in a quiet, innocent voice, clearly nervous at the situation.

"Puffy told us about you like the fact that you have never been fostered, is that true?" I asked nicely, he nervously nodded his head to my question.

"Well maybe today will be your lucky day. Would do you like to do, Tommy?"

"I like to play Minecraft" he said with a smile, causing me to smile. God this kid is so cute.

"That's awesome, all of the members of my family play Minecraft so you would fit right in". As soon as I finished my sentence I could see the hope and excitement grow in the child.

"Why don't you go and talk to any friends you might have whilst me, my brother and my dad all figure out what we are doing?". He quickly nodded his head and ran off towards the blonde kid, I knew as Purpled, that I saw him hug earlier.

The three of us left the room to talk, but I only had my mind on one kid, well two actually but the girl who draw a picture of us broke my heart. She is going to be so disappointed and sad that we didn't pick her but at the end of the day that is the cruel game that we have to play called life.

"Tommy it is then"

The End of Chapter 3.