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[nata2343]

Spectrophobia au

The time has come! Less talking, more reading :D

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Word count: ~3,3k

TW: spectrophobia (like an irrational fear of something mystical), swearing, sanity doubt, self-deprecating thoughts (shame of being scared) and anxiety.

Summary: Philza starts noticing strange things in the house he recently moved into. Thanks to the superstitions he learned as a kid, he decides there is a spirit in his house. But it's actually just the unwary borrower named Techno.

Notes: Fun fact, but I didn't want to call this one phasmophobia au, firstly because of the actual game. Secondly, I already have an au in my drafts where Philza is a ghost hunter and Techno is a ghost (literally my first fanfic, which I wrote in 2022, lmao).

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Philza put his full weight on the door, which didn't open. Something fell with a thud, and the door only opened slightly, creating a gap that allowed him to peek inside. Someone had blocked the door with large boxes, and one of them was already on the floor, scattering old junk across the dusty floor.

Phil sighed in frustration and headed towards the back door.

When informed that he needed to relocate due to work, he hoped the new place would at least be livable. But all he got was the old wooden house that hadn't been lived in for several years. Yeah, it was spacious, and the heating, lighting, and water supply were in working condition but still… The advantages pale in comparison to the disadvantages.

There was nothing he could do about it. After all, the company had recently suffered a major loss due to the negligence of its management. However, he had not expected that they would choose to save money on his accommodation.

It took him a whole day to get the house in a more or less decent state. Philza decided to clean the living room because he was going to spend most of his time there, either working or hopefully sleeping. As soon as he entered the room, the terrible, musty smell of old books hit his nose.

Without thinking twice, he dumped all the junk from the shelves into boxes, including books. God, some of them were scattered on the floor.

"Hm? What's this?"

When he picked up one of the books from the floor, he noticed tracks of tiny footprints.

Great, he has a pest problem.

Something was weird. There were footprints near the books, but the pages were intact. Usually, rodents would tear up the pages of books to make their nests warmer.

Phil held his gaze for a moment longer, but then he just shrugged and continued cleaning.

He took all the useless things to the attic, where there was even more mess. If he stays here for a long time (he hopes not), he will have to call a loading truck to take away all this garbage.

The living room looked rather empty now, especially the wall shelf directly above the sofa.…

Oh, right! He had a lot of books that his colleagues had given him. And he didn't open any of them. Because he didn't really like reading unless it was audiobooks. He couldn't imagine himself just sitting with a book in his hands for hours. At least they would fill the void on the shelf.

He was already tired, even though only half of his things had been unpacked.

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Done! Finally, a well-deserved rest.

The couch creaked under his weight. He closed his eyes for just a minute and then his phone rang. He groaned in frustration and took a deep breath in and out before picking up the phone.

His boss wanted him to speed up the project, even though he had set up a step-by-step work schedule with fucking deadlines! Who cared? Why did they agree to it in the first place if they didn't care about his opinion?

The man threw his phone on the coffee table next to the couch.

It was going to be a long week.

Phil didn't expect this place to be as much of an unbearable as his job. He couldn't get a good sleep in a new place, and this house just came to life at night — creaking of wooden floorboards, metallic rattling of old water pipes, and small gaps in the window frames caused a hum and whistle when the wind blew. He could have sworn he heard a quiet voice.

 “It's just the wind,” Phil told himself.

He just started closing all the windows tightly and only opened them occasionally when he was cleaning. Although he doesn't have time for that right now.

To be honest, Philza was relatively superstitious. It didn't really affect his life, as he didn't allow himself to openly worry about something as silly as a black cat crossing his path. If failure is meant to be, it will be. So Phil usually ignores any feelings of anxiety.

Perhaps his grandmother went too far with her 'colorful' stories about spirits, especially the ones that looked after a house. Scaring him with stories about evil people who were capable of putting curses on families because of jealousy. The good thing that he doesn't remember most of the details.

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Despite his worries, nothing out of the ordinary happened in the past two weeks. You could even say that he settled in the house. Phil and his team had gone through the most difficult stage of the project and now he had a little more free time. At least now he could cook an actual food.

The oven closed with a dull metallic clang.

He glanced towards the overflowing trash can and noticed the ants.

“I should've dumped it yesterday,” Phil muttered and took out a repellent.

Ok now it’s time for a nap while the potatoes were baking. He wants to believe that the alarm clock will be able to wake him up this time.…

But it didn't seem to be necessary this time. Something fell on his head.

"Fuck!", he rubbed his forehead where it was sore.

The man picked up a book from the floor and turned it in his hands. He looked sharply at the shelf, but didn't notice anything unusual.

"Stupid book," he muttered and threw it on the coffee table.

He checked the time on his wristwatch. It had been only 40 minutes.

“Okay, that wasn’t the best awakening,” Phil said with a yawn. He stretched his arms out and heard a crack. No comment.

Philza turned his head towards the sound of rustling. He stood up on the couch so that his eyes were at the level of the shelf. It’s not that he’s afraid of mice, but he doesn’t want to deal with it.

Although, he needs to check anyway. He slowly pushed the things aside and saw a small crack in the wall. Next to it were some flaked chips of white paint. Maybe he's too sleepy to remember, but it looks familiar.

The smell of baked potatoes caught his attention. Just in time!

Because of the heat of the oven, he decided to open the window. Philza reached for the latch, then yelped as something sharp pricked his finger.

“What the fuck?!”

He pulled out a needle that was inserted into the latch. Is someone trying to jinx him or is this some kind of joke?

Even after all these years, he remembered that damn superstition. So, more for inner peace than for real protection, he broke the needle and threw it in the trash can.

Phil stared at the latch for a long time before noticing the same pieces of paint that he'd previously seen on the shelf. They lay scattered across the windowsill. That’s what made them look so familiar—they matched the paint from the kitchen window frame.

But what brought them to the shelf? Or who?

He really doesn't like the image in his head.

He has this feeling again that something is wrong, but he doesn't know what it is.

His heart started beating faster and breathing became more difficult. It felt like his stomach was twisted into a knot and he was about to throw up.

Philza clenched his teeth and shook his head.

Nonsense. Just ignore it.

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He kept repeating to himself that the strangeness of this place was due to the fact that it was old as fuck. But because of his anxiety, he started paying more attention to small details.

Maybe this house is haunted.

At night, there were rhythmic knocks inside the walls that didn't seem random. Some things started disappearing, and the same book kept falling off the shelf without reason, but this time, not on his head. And why is it always The Art of War???

It's better to just leave it on the table. The next day, he noticed the book was open, but he doesn't remember opening it...

One sleepless night, he even thought he saw something run across his desk while he was working.

Is he going crazy?

He felt humiliated every time he flinched at a random sound, peered into the shadows as if something might jump out and attack him.

God, he even stopped turning off his work laptop so it could at least provide some light while he tried to sleep.

What a joke.

He's afraid of something that doesn't exist. Just a stupid old house.

It was already morning, as he replayed everything that happened over and over again in his head.

Maybe he wasn't making it up. He no longer understands what really happened and what his mind has imagined without proper sleep.

Barely opening his eyes, he tried to stand up and almost had a heart attack for a second. No one saw this embarrassment, thankfully.

He cursed and went to the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee. They were behind schedule due to some members being seriously ill, so the rest of the team and Phil were facing a tight deadline. He needs to lock fucking in.

Phil rubbed his face wearily and turned on the kitchen light. As his hand approached the coffee machine, something scurried towards the microwave. It definitely wasn't a damn mouse.

To his surprise, Philza quickly pushed the device to the side and caught a glimpse of a humanoid creature with a pink fluffy tail disappearing into a crack in the wall.

Phil recoiled and covered his mouth with his hand to muffle any sound.

Did he accidentally anger a household spirit?

What should he do now?

Philza was willing to bet 100 bucks that his grandmother was a seer and had been preparing him for a mission like this. Otherwise there would have been no reason to tell such scary stories. Now he wishes he had remembered at least one piece of her advice or a protective incantation, or even an old prayer.

Were Jesus and the spirits from the same universe, or had he just created a religious crossover?

He finally exhaled, even though he hadn't realized he was holding his breath.

Philza returned to his laptop and decided to refresh his memory. Of course, compared to his grandma, the information from the Internet — could be called ‘unreliable’ regarding this topic. But he had no choice.

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He finished writing his notes. It turned out quite plausible, at least he thought so.

Perhaps it's the spirit of the former owner of the house. (Surely someone died in such a shitty house…)

It likes cleanliness. (Another reason to do a full-fledged cleaning)

Organize or take care of personal space. (But it seems to live in the walls?)

There should be no quarrels or swearing in the house… (I’ll try, but if I see it again, I do no promises.)

Maintain peace and quiet in the house. (I'm even willing to walk more quietly, as long as it doesn't decide to strangle me at night!)

As a sign of respect, I can make a gift or/and an offering (food).

The whole house was clean, except for the attic. He even managed to get his old but still working pocket watch. He put it in a jewelry box with a bunch of other shiny trinkets, as well as some nice buttons and a couple of colorful skeins of thread. He left the gift on the shelf next to the books.

It looks good. Hope it works.

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He sighed when he found the small plate with food that he had left out yesterday. Ants, again.

Philza washed the plate and sprayed the ants with repellent again. He went to check the jewelry box and was pleasantly surprised when one of the buttons and a pink skein of thread were missing. That's definitely a good sign. Maybe it'll forgive him.

With a light step, he returned to the kitchen and froze. He slowly picked up a nearby mug and took a big step closer to the counter.

It was leaning against the metal wall of the microwave.

As soon as his shadow covered the creature, it turned around and looked up.

Phil silently covered it with a mug. There was a soft thud against the glass.

The man looked around, still holding the cup against the surface of the countertop, and reached for the cookbook. He slowly moved the cup to the edge, so that the creature was on the book.

That wasn't exactly part of his plan. He wasn't really going to catch it.

He stood there for a minute, just staring. If the cup had been transparent, it would have been a lot more awkward.

A window was a kind of portal for spirits, so maybe he could just...

With one hand, he was able to open the window. Phil extended the makeshift trap outwards. He only needed to raise the cup sharply and tilt the book. And so he did.

“HEH?!” the tiny creature cried out and clutched at the book’s spine. It turned its head towards the human and asked in an unexpectedly deep voice, “What are you doing?!”

Philza twitched, causing the little thing to shake up, and it yelled, “Stop it! Do I look like a spider?!”

“Are you an evil spirit?”, Phil asked seriously, still holding the book at an angle.

“What? No!”

Philza didn't look convinced, and the pink-haired guy added, "I'm a borrower! I could tell you more, but as you can see..." he tried to pull himself up with his hands, but it didn't work. "Imagine hanging from the top of a 5-story building. That's about how I feel right now!"

Finally, the man returned the book to a horizontal position and carefully placed it on the table.

The borrower jumped off the book, still breathing slightly unevenly. He looked over his shoulder at the human and said, “Omg, dude. What’s wrong with you?”

"Excuse me? I'm not the tiny guy with the tail and pointy ears." The man pulled up a chair to sit at the table.

"Don't worry. I forgive you," borrower said with a touch of generosity, smiling mischievously.

Phil rolled his eyes briefly, but then asked, “So what are you exactly?”, he curiously reached his hand towards Techno.

 “Hey! Watch it!”, he shouted, raising his hands defensively.

“Chill out, I won’t hurt you, mate.”

“Yeah, tell that to the sheet you tried to kill with a slipper.”

Philza blushed and then lightly poked the borrower in the chest, “You know exactly why I slept so badly.” He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest, “I wasn’t fully awake and thought it was a ghost.”

Technoblade snorted, “I hope you paid for its treatment.”

Okay, that made Phil chuckle.

They exchanged names, and Techno needed both hands to shake the man's finger. Phil promised not to tell anyone about the borrowers, so Techno told him. In return, the man awkwardly told about how he tried to appease the 'spirit', which made Techno laugh.

“Okay, okay. To be fair, borrowers also have a lot of stupid scary stories about humans, and at least half of them are not true.”

When the borrower said it was half, Phil felt a little bad. Not to mention the fact that Phil tried to get rid of him like a pest. Maybe it's better to change the topic.

“So why are you living in this abandoned place?”

“Oh, it's a bit more complicated to explain... Okay, I'll use my family as an example. I didn't mention it earlier, but there are also borrowers who live outside. An outy rarely enters human homes, perhaps only during cold seasons or in emergencies. My father was an outy. One day he broke his leg and my mom helped him. Well, the rest is obvious, love, etc. Now he's a home-inner borrower. So when I was growing up, I knew both ways of survival. I currently use this house as my spring and summer base, and I live in other houses during the autumn and winter.”

"That doesn't sound very conveniently," Philza decided to say. Thinking about how much walking and climbing it would take to get all the way there.

Techno shrugged, "I don't like sitting in one place for too long, especially alone. I thought I'd start hearing voices in my head."

"Yes, I understand." He slowly brought his hand closer, palm up, and asked, "So what? Are you going to leave?"

The borrower placed his hands on the man's palm, surprised that it was thicker than it looked. He said, “I have to, because you saw me. But I could stay if you don't mind.”

Philza watched as Techno climbed onto his palm and said, “Of course you can stay, mate!  Although I wouldn't mind if you let me know your presence in the future.”

“Well, if you're gonna stop your damn gas attack. Seriously, what kind of fool bean sprays half a can of repellent with their windows shut?!” The fur on his tail stood on end when he was angry.

“Wait, was that your needle in the latch?”

"Yes! I came to borrow some food, but I almost passed out from the pungent smell. (By the way, that's why you found me today.) Then I tried to open the window, but I couldn't. So you deserved to get hit in the head with a book."

“Okay, fair enough, but we both need to adjust our behavior in order to live together in the same house.”

Techno was distracted and curiously ran his hand over one of Phil's life lines. Don't judge him for his relaxed behavior, he's never been this close to a human before.

“Techno?”

"Ah? Yeah, sure. I'm always open to suggestions."

He jumped off Phil's palm and went to pick up his belongings, which were still lying by the microwave.

At this time, Phil was thinking about how lack of sleep and anxiety had taken away all his energy. If he hadn't been so sensitive, he might not have pushed himself to this point…

No.

He doesn't need to think about himself in that way. He is who he is. This whole situation is just a big misunderstanding, and his superstition has simply worked against him. He's not ashamed of the way he was raised, despite the awkward moments he's experienced.

If you think about it, any children's tales prepare kids for the adult world, and scary stories simply try to warn them against dangers. Despite that twisted approach.

He is glad that he found Techno, despite the circumstances. Now he can be at peace at home, and maybe having a roommate will lift his terrible state.

The borrower had finally returned to him, so Phil decided to say, “Anyway, it's nice to know that this place isn't haunted, right?"

Technoblade looked at him as if he was seriously considering his question.

"Right?" Phil repeated, sounding more nervous.

“Nah. Just me.”

Philza quickly sighed with relief.

“You little shit, you got me for a moment!”

“I know. I love being difficult.”

The man rested his head on one of his hands and sighed, “I can tell.” He closed his eyes to think about something.

“Can I still take the watch?” Techno asked quietly.

Oh, Philza could already imagine spoiling this guy.

“Sure, mate.”

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The end! I hope you enjoyed it!

When I was writing Phil's inner thoughts, I thought it was a bit like toxic masculinity, in that he was suppressing his emotions and thinking negatively about himself. He shamed himself for being afraid, especially afraid of something mystical (unreal). But just because he forbade himself from appearing frightened on the outside doesn't mean he wasn't. I think the combination of less sleep and anxiety played a good role, though ultimately, superstition also led him to completely doubting his own sanity.

At this point, Techno simply had question marks above his head when Phil acted 'strange' or atypical for someone who had noticed something wrong in house. Like setting mouse traps or something like that. Instead, the man simply gave him food, which Techno hesitated to take for fear of being poisoned. But Techno couldn't resist and took something from the jewelry box. He liked living outside, but there was plenty to do inside the walls, too. Sometimes his 'home-inner' side would whisper to him, "I wanna make my home pretty👉👈."

Imagine a borrower who calmly guts insects and fights back rodents, but still enjoys decorating their home within the walls.

It reminded me of Homily (The Secret World of Arrietty). As you watch, you can feel how much she loves her home and how cozy and comfortable it is. I'm sure if she wasn't so afraid of humans, she would have borrowed some of the kitchen utensils from that cool dollhouse. She would have justified it by saying that humans always lose things, especially small ones.

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Thanks for taking the time to read it!

The next post on another new au will be coming soon, so stay tuned. Have a good day/night! And don't forget to drink some water :]

[bittydragon]

Emotional Surprises

Notes: Psst, @baka-monarch. I love your headcannons and this story is based off the one with Phil adopting a shapeshifter Wilbur and a tiny Techno. Honestly surprised with myself that I didn’t write dragon dadza, but knowing me it’ll happen eventually. I love what you do and can’t wait for whatever you got coming next! I hope you enjoy this story!

Wilbur was panicking. He was just walking through the woods with his tiny brother tucked safely in his pocket when he heard someone else’s footsteps nearby. In his panic ridden state he had run in the opposite direction, hoping that whoever was there would ignore him.

He didn’t make it far when he felt a telltale tugging inside of him. He quickly dug his hands into his pocket and pulled Techno out. Techno squirmed and smacked Wilbur at the sudden grabbing but Wilbur only gave him a hushed apology as he set his brother in a small crevice at the base of a tree.

Techno stopped his struggling as soon as he realized what was about to happen. He begrudgingly hid himself in the crevice. Techno could only watch as Wilbur’s face scrunched up in slight pain.

Then, Wilbur began to grow. It was always a strange sight to see, especially from Techno’s perspective. Wilbur had very little control over his sizeshifting abilities and would often change size whenever he got a particularly strong emotion. In this case it was fear, which normally results in a growth spurt. And since Techno was only a few inches tall, watching Wilbur grow larger than a human was a terrifying scene. 

Sometimes, Wilbur will have slight control over his abilities and shrink down to properly hang out with Techno. Techno appreciated those moments. Having someone his own size around him was comforting. Having a literal giant around him was scary, but knowing it was Wilbur helped lessen the fear.

Wilbur’s growth spurt was over in around a minute. When they were unintentional they happened relatively quickly, but because of that Wilbur was disoriented for about another minute afterwards. Techno watched sadly as Wilbur rubbed his forehead, knowing he couldn’t help his brother at their current sizes.

Suddenly, the crunching of leaves was heard nearby. Techno froze and ducked into the shadows and he saw a man in green approaching the area. Techno realized in horror that Wilbur was too big to hide and was probably too disoriented still to realize what was happening.

“Hello? I heard someone, are you alri- oh.” Techno could only watch as the man looked at Wilbur in shock. Techno knew from first-hand experience that seeing someone bigger than you was a terrifying experience. And this man did have a slightly terrified look on his face. Techno hoped that meant he would just run away.

Instead of running away however, a strange mix of concern and determination replaced the fear, though it was still showing in the way the man slightly trembled.

“Mate? Are you- are you alright?” The man didn’t move as he asked the question. He did flinch when Wilbur suddenly moved his hand down from his head, finally having a hold of his bearings again. And if the man took a step back when Wilbur’s gaze finally landed on him, neither of them mentioned it.

“Wha- me?” Wilbur moved to point towards himself, confused on why the man was trying to talk to him and not running away. He only received a mute nod in response. 

“Yea, uh, I’m alright. This just happens.” He stared at the man on the ground. Wilbur really didn’t know what he was doing and was terrified that the man would look at the tree Techno was at and find him. Techno did not need that on top of Wilbur’s growth spurt.

“This just happens? What just happens? Getting headaches?” The man looked truly confused at this point. Wilbur was just as confused. The headache was just a small side effect of him growing, which was the bigger issue here-

Oh. This man didn’t see Wilbur grow. He just found a giant, disoriented boy in the woods. Suddenly everything about the situation was clearer in Wilbur’s mind. One glance at the man showed he was still thoroughly confused.

Without thinking, Wilbur reached out for the man. His hand paused mid-reach as the man stumbled backwards, his eyes blown wide and the panic returning tenfold. Wilbur realized his mistake as the man began to breathe heavily in his panic. He could do that with Techno because they knew each other and had years of trust between them. He only just met this man.

The man stumbled backwards again and tripped over his own feet, landing on his bottom. He was still hyperventilating at the fact that Wilbur had almost grabbed him. Wilbur felt extremely guilty and wanted nothing more than to help. He couldn’t at this size though.

Wilbur took a deep breath and focused. He closed his eyes and willed himself to shrink back down. He knew that this didn’t always work but it was worth a shot in this disaster of a situation.

When he opened his eyes, he was surprised to find himself at his normal height. He took a step towards the man before glancing at the tree where his brother was hidden. He pondered for a moment before making up his mind and going over to the tree and kneeling down. His brother quickly came out of the crevice and Wilbur was quick to scoop him up and hide him in his pocket. If something went wrong and he had to run, he wanted Techno to be with him.

Then Wilbur made his way towards the panicking man who now had his head between his knees, still breathing heavily. Wilbur noted that the hat that was previously on the man’s head was now discarded in the grass. He knelt down in front of the man and hovered his hands around him, apprehensive about what he should do next. 

“Can I, um, touch you now?” The man whipped his head up at the voice and was surprised to see Wilbur as the same size as himself. He turned his gaze to see the hovering hands and the look of pure regret on Wilbur’s face. 

He nodded and couldn’t help but smile at the relieved look on Wilbur’s face. Wilbur took the man’s hands into his own and began rubbing small circles on the back of his hands.

Wilbur was startled when the man suddenly let out a bark of laughter, his eyes wide once more. But this time it seemed less from panic and more from realization.

“You can change sizes. That’s what just happens sometimes. Mate, that makes a lot more sense. Well, not really. But it clears this situation up, that’s for sure.” Wilbur smiled at that and let out a small breath of laughter as well.

“You’re right. It doesn’t make sense. And I’m sorry for scaring you like that. I wasn’t thinking when I did that.” The man smiled and unfurled himself a bit more. Wilbur looked at him confused before the man reached out and pulled him into a tight hug. Wilbur was shocked for a moment before adjusting himself so that Techno wouldn’t be squished before tentatively returning the gesture.

“Mate, I probably would have done the same thing. It was super scary and if you grow like that again, I’d like it if you didn’t just grab me. But you’re forgiven, kiddo.” Wilbur pushed away from the hug and held the man at a small distance so he could look him in the eyes.

“You say that like there is going to be a next time.” The man laughed and stood up. He reached a hand out, which a confused Wilbur took, and the man pulled him to his feet.

“Sorry. I got ahead of myself. First things first, my name is Philza, but you can call me Phil. Secondly, do you have a place to go? Or would you like to come live with me? I got a nearby cabin and I just thought-” Phil stopped when Wilbur barreled into him and hugged him once again.

“Yes! Yes please! Anything is better than living in the middle of nowhere!” Phil smiled and pat Wilbur on the head. He jerked his head to the side in a silent ‘follow me.’ Wilbur trailed behind Phil as they began their walk.

“I’m Wilbur, by the way.” Phil smiled at him and they continued on their walk in silence. 

Eventually, they approached a small cabin among the trees. Wilbur gasped in excitement and he could feel Techno shift in anticipation for a new place to explore. Phil smiled fondly at Wilbur and began walking towards the cabin.

He threw his gaze over his shoulder with a soft smile.

“Welcome home, Wilbur.”

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As time passed, Wilbur became increasingly comfortable in Phil’s home. It had come to the point where Wilbur had accidentally called him Dad. He remembered Phil freezing in place and staring at him before tears began threatening to fall. Wilbur will never forget the happy smile or the tight hug that followed. And if Wilbur began calling him Dad more often, nobody said anything.

Phil was a caring person and wanted the best for his new son figure (could he call Wilbur son now? Wilbur did call him Dad). He began helping Wilbur get a better grasp on his shifting abilities to the best of his abilities. He himself was no sizeshifter, but it was easy to see how Wilbur’s emotions affected his shifting.

With enough time, Wilbur began changing size at his own will more often. He would still have random bursts of change, but they were much less often than before. Those bursts are actually how Phil found out Wilbur could also shrink to a few inches. It was very strange holding Wilbur in his hands.

Techno however, had still not formally met Phil. When they first moved in, he and Wilbur both agreed that Wilbur would try to get to know Phil and determine how trustworthy he was. It would be like it was only Phil and Wilbur in the house, so if Phil had other intentions behind his actions they would appear in due time.

But it had been some time now, about two months to be exact. And Techno was beginning to wonder why they ever had their doubts about this strange man. He treated Wilbur like a son and even did his best to help Wilbur control his shifting. Techno had tried to help years ago, but emotions were not Techno’s strong suit. Phil however, managed to get Wilbur in a better place and helped him control his abilities better.

He had finally decided that he was ready for Wilbur to show him to Phil. He knew this would be strange. He has kind of known Phil for about two months now while Phil knew nothing about him. Going from living undetected in the walls to revealing himself would be a major change. Wilbur was the only other person who even knew Techno existed. Well, there was that one kid but who knows where he’s at now-

He was startled out of thoughts as soon as he heard Phil approach Wilbur. Techno was currently nestled in Wilbur’s hair, the fluffiness being extremely comfortable. But he was as nervous as Wilbur was. This was about to test the trust they had with Phil, this could change everything in Wilbur and Phil’s relationship. Techno knew Wilbur held him over Phil, but he couldn’t help the nagging feeling that Wilbur wouldn’t help him if something went wrong.

Wilbur took a shaky breath and Phil looked at him worriedly. Phil stayed quiet though and waited for Wilbur to say the first words.

“Dad, I, um, have someone I would like you to meet.”

Phil raised an eyebrow at Wilbur’s shaky statement. He was clearly confused and about to voice his confusion when Wilbur reached his hand into his hair and gently grabbed hold of something in there.

His confusion changed to shock as he realized that Wilbur just pulled a tiny boy out of his hair. He watched as the tiny boy situated himself so that he was sitting on Wilbur’s palms and facing Phil.

Techno was terrified. He was now out in the open in Phil’s line of sight. He tried to read Phil’s expression but he couldn’t really tell what was going on in Phil’s mind.

Techno and Wilbur both tensed up when Phil took a deep breath. Wilbur seemed ready to run if anything went wrong and Techno was ready to hide in his pocket once the moment called for it.

“So, there’s two of you?” Techno shot a confused glance towards Wilbur, who seemed just as confused at the response.

“Yea. My twin just doesn’t change size like I do.”

“Well, I guess I have two sons now!” 

Techno couldn’t help the relieved smile that found its way onto his face. He couldn’t believe that he doubted Phil for even a moment. Phil had nothing but happiness painted on his face as well, the prospect of having another son being rather exciting to him.

Phil reached out a finger towards Techno and Techno instantly grasped it with his own hands, noting this to be a handshake right away.

“I’m Phil, but you probably already knew that.” Techno smiled at the man in front of him.

“Name’s Technoblade, but please just call me Techno.”

“Good to meet you, Techno.”

Techno never thought that he would feel safe with anyone but Wilbur and that damn kid from long ago but now he had Phil. He knew he would have to go over some of his boundaries with Phil, but he knew the father figure would understand.

This family was going to be worth it.

[nata2343]

New AUs (human!philza + borrower!tehcnoblade and human!technoblade + sizeshifter!philza)

Hello everyone! Now pls, hear me out :D I love happy endings, but! I wanted to try writing something dark and/or angst. And I hope I succeeded. So :]

The first au will be oneshot. Imagine the concept of a borrower living in your house, but you think it's an evil household spirit (in a pagan sense). So Phil will have time to worry before the truth is revealed.

The second au has something in common with the first au. But it'll be more complicated, and it probably won't be a oneshot. It'll be based on East Slavic mythology, where Philza is a sizeshifter spirit that protects the house (which Techno moved to). He's invisible to humans, and I'm not sure if this is a good or bad thing for Techno. In any case, it's scary. I'll publish a excerpt about this au, which may not be canon, but it'll show how the au will work. If someone likes the vibe, I'll just develop this story from the beginning. (I've already started, but if I publish this, I need to make some adjustments) So it'll look like a 'situation' that could happen in this au. Anyway, I'll publish this in the near days, hopefully tomorrow or the day after.

Thank you for your attention, and be nice :D Have a good day/night guys!

[nata2343]

Lost potential au (g/t vore)

Hello everyone! Sorry for the late post, there's been some instability with the electricity in my city lately, and it was especially frustrating when it lasted almost a whole day, so... Yeah, the universe shouldn't have left me alone with my thoughts without internet or mobile service. I spent a lot of time thinking about my AUs, including this one. As a result, the number of words increased, and the short story evolved into the big oneshot!

 [с! not cc!] [In this story, I use pronouns: Techno (he/him), Philza, and Dream (he/they)]

So, there's a c!dream in this story, and I've never written about him, so I'm not sure how well it turned out. It's mostly an emduo g/t vore, but also a bit of a doomsday trio g/t. The 'scientific' part is all made up, so don't think too much about it.

I hope you like it. Enjoy!

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Word count: ~4,8k

TW: safe vore, willing vore, swearing, frostbite (light), boring nerds talk

Notes: Remember when I said I didn't want to draw attention to Philza's sad backstory in the main story? Well, it turned out to be a bit more tragic than I originally intended, and it ended up being something like hurt/comfort…

…

Earth, or the planet coded E-60c, perished, and the blame for this lay with its own child – humanity. Humans had the potential and resources to become an interstellar or even intergalactic civilization. However, their own greedy desires clouded their minds, and instead of uniting and breaking free beyond the confines of their own galaxy, they fought amongst themselves. And when their planet began to die, it was already too late to do anything.

The Galactic Government (GG), observing this tragedy, did not stand idly by and took a certain number of humans to a so-called ‘reserve’. This place was located on one of the GG's satellites in another part of the universe and was named after the Earth satellite, Moon-2. Most of the characteristics of this celestial body were viable for humans, except the temperature. That's why a complex climate control system was installed here. Even then, not all of the territory was at a favorable temperature, and humans had to travel between cities using special transport. But over time, everyone quickly got used to it, and it became the norm.

The management system, leadership, and hierarchy were all simplified and made as transparent as possible for their own good. Every adult had a role in the new society depending on their abilities and inclinations toward certain activities. Some outstanding minds were even allowed to work in the Galactic Government in prestigious positions. Everyone had access to quality education, healthcare, and other essential needs.

It has been 30 cycles, or 300 years by human standards – 12 generations have grown up here. However, during the migration to Moon-2, there were people who decided to undergo cryo-sleep for some reason. This procedure can only be done once in a lifetime, so it’s very important to think about the date of your defrosting. Еvery few cycles you can see such people. They were often interviewed to hear their impressions of the future, of new technologies integrated into human life – in short, about everything that was different at the time they entered the cryo-capsule.

In general, it's an interesting experience and young people in each cycle are largely enthralled by the perspectives inherited from the past, particularly the utopian ones. But, such idealistic concepts have always been detached from reality. And of course, there's the conviction that these people are from the same era as the founders of the colony on Moon-2, who set off for another part of the universe to save humanity.

It's ridiculous, isn't it? To make such a big deal out of people who were just trying to save their own skin.

…

Techno was a young worker at the Scientific Galactic Community, specialized in maintaining macro- and microclimatic systems. He was sent to Moon-2 to perform maintenance and adjust settings for the next 3 years due to a drop in temperature on the satellite. This happens every few cycles, but this year saw record-breaking lows. So, he'll be spending some time getting it right.

He was studying human culture at university and got into some of the ideas. Like anarchism, for example, despite being a rather utopian and contradictory system of beliefs, he still enjoyed thinking about it.

His thoughts were interrupted as everything around him tilted – the spaceship had finally landed. He was supposed to be met by the satellite keeper, but he knew nothing about the guy beyond his name. As soon as he stepped outside, he was met by an Arachnitian. They were also humanoid, but a spider-like race with two pairs of arms. On their torso was a white spot with two black dots and a line shaped like a creepy smile, while the rest of their body was bright green. Honestly, Techno almost laughed when he saw it.

“My eyes are up here,” the voice said impassively in Common Galactic.

“Oh, yeah, sorry. It's the first time I've met someone like you,” Techno said awkwardly, rubbing his pink fur on the back of his neck.

Dream shook his head, "Forget about it. I'm glad SGC responded so quickly and sent us a climate engineer," he put all his hands together and made a little bow.

Techno repeated the gesture and then said, "I'm also glad to arrive here, I'm counting on you."

“We’d better hurry, it’s gonna get even colder.”

He nodded and followed his guide. He wasn't much for chatting up strangers, but he needed to know something, "What's it like? Being the keeper here?"

Arachnitian looked over his shoulder, “Are you interested in humans?”

Technoblade paused for a moment, "Kind of."

It wasn't quite a lie. As a rational species, they had clearly messed up. But if you ask his opinion, it was akin to lost potential. The Galactic Government makes exceptions for outstanding individuals to recruit them, while preventing them from developing in other fields. Sure, it means they don't lose great people on Moon-2, but still... They were capable of so much more.

The green alien returned his gaze forward and after a short pause said, "Pretty good, actually. I thought it would be worse."

Not everyone could breathe the same air as on Moon-2, so Techno was recommended primarily for this work. It seems that Dream could also breathe normally here, and only occasionally took a breath from a special device with a higher concentration of oxygen.

Before he could ask anything else, Dream held out a hand in front of him.

They reached the border of the warm zone, and a human city was visible relatively nearby to their left. Ahead, in the dead zone, stood a complex, branching system that seemed to benefit from the surrounding low temperature.

 “Put this on,” Dream said, handing him a special jacket.

Techno waved his hand, “I’ll be fine,” but took it as a token of appreciation.

The Arachnitian shrugged and, dressing warmer, stepped across the border.

He followed him, and despite being a Piglin, even he felt cold; he sneezed almost immediately due to the sudden change in temperature. Now more than ever, he was grateful for his warm fur, but it seemed even he would have to put on clothing like his companion.

A human couldn’t endure here for 20 minutes.

Most of the races in the galactic community were giants, unlike humans, so it's clear that body size also affects susceptibility to cold.

They got to the right place pretty fast, and Techno made a clicking sound when he was done checking out the climate system. He often mumbled while working, "I'll have to lower the temperature for the humans to temporarily stabilize the external system. It looks like autumn and winter will have to be shifted closer in this cycle."

Dream watched him silently for a while, but eventually spoke, "Do you know why this is all so poorly engineered?"

"You're aware that the project was developed in a rush, right?" Techno threw his tools down and carefully closed the panel cover.

“That doesn’t explain…” Arachnitian waved both his left hands vaguely in the air, “this.”

"Fair enough.” He sighed, trying to think of the best way to explain it, “That was the only dependable choice, though not the most practical one. Even after so many cycles, no one has managed to improve the system to a decent level. The important thing is that it has been running without breaking all this time."

“It could be better for them- I mean, for me. I'm also uncomfortable traveling between cities in this cold.”

“Oh, so you’ve attached to them,” Technoblade snorted in a friendly manner.

"Stop it." Dream hissed, his mandibles opening wide above his lip, but they quickly returned into place, "Just say that no one cares."

“Well, I do.”

Dream gave him an appraising look, as if searching for lies in his words.

Piglin continued, “It’s impossible to do something like this on my own, and I couldn’t think of a better way to do it. It’s not my strong suit, to be honest.” He folded his arms thoughtfully, “We need a good architectural engineer!”

“I doubt they'll make this project a priority, given the opportunity for more esteemed assignments in prime star systems.”

Techno shrugged, "I just shared my thoughts with you. If you do manage to get the GG's attention, then call me," he extended a fist forward, awaiting a reciprocal gesture...

Wait. He forgot that in his culture, this expression of respect would likely be misinterpreted and-

Laughter.

He blinked, still holding his outstretched hand in the air.

Dream smiled at him for the first time and extended his fist in return, “I appreciate it. Although it sounded like you were making fun of me.”

“What? Me? No… maybe just a little,” he got a slight push on the shoulder.

Techno turned around to look at the panel he had recently closed. Local climate change indicators were displayed next to it.

“Hey, сan I ask you for help? I need to monitor the temperature boundary in this sector, but it will be faster if we do it together.”

“Sure,” Dream put a bunch of portable thermometers in his bag, “Communicators don't work in the cold, so message me when you finish your part.”

Techno nodded and put his own equipment in the bag.

“Oh, and one more thing. If you see any freezeheads, bring them back to the warm zone.”

“Freezeheads?”

“Yeah, some humans are acting weird after cryo-sleep. Sometimes I feel like they're just trying to freeze their brains in the dead zone. And I don’t understand why.”

“After defrosting, you can't just immediately start walking, right?”

Dream shook his head, “Humans are different from us in this regard, but they’re unstable. Every time they manage to escape somehow, and every time I get a vague explanation...” he adjusted the bag on his shoulder, “Ok, I’m off.”

…

Techno vigorously rubbed his hands together and breathed on them a few times to warm up. The cold was already seeping into his bones, though it hadn’t even been 40 minutes yet.

He didn't notice anything strange on the way here, so he decided to do one last check of the perimeter.

He saw someone small lying on the ground.

Even though it wasn't a significant distance from the border, especially for someone with such long strides, Piglin still speed up.

Techno carefully but quickly picked up the unconscious golden-haired man. He was dressed in thin clothing, like from the Earth Age – jeans, a green shirt, and an unremarkable black cloak with white diamonds along the edges.

The man moaned when he was touched, so Techno hurried back to the warm zone, but the border lacked the heat to thaw the little thing.

He looked around, but Dream wasn't nearby, and the communicator needed time to thaw.

Ideally, the man should have been placed in room-temperature water. Then, after some time, the temperature should have been gradually increased to provide him with proper first aid…

The city wasn't too far away, but Technoblade was certain that he should start warming the man up right away.

It definitely wasn't the best idea, but it was the fastest way…

Techno carefully placed the human in his mouth and lightly ran his tongue over them. Piglins' body temperature was slightly higher than humans', so this shouldn't have caused any harm.

The poor thing trembled and began to move slightly due to the surrounding warmth, still unconscious. Techno wanted to purr to soothe the human, but that would only disturb them, so he didn't.

For now, he decided to check the readings from the remote thermometers he had installed on the border – everything was working perfectly.

The calm lasted just 15 minutes, as someone decided to wake up.

At that moment, he was taking off his jacket because he was getting hot.

Techno almost swallowed them when he suddenly heard muffled human swearing.

He accidentally pressed them against his palate, and this caused them to start hitting everything around them with their limbs. Any sound of discomfort from the giant was perceived as a victory, and they continued doing what they were doing.

Technoblade wouldn't stand for it and released them, cupping his hands under his mouth.

The frightened man stared at him, quickly looking around to understand where he was. The man said something.

Well, here we go. The language barrier.

Piglins communicated through growls, snorts, or clicks, so most soft sounds were difficult to produce.

If they speak too fast, he won't even be able to understand what they say. Like right now.

Techno's grimace made the man look even more terrified. He wanted to slap himself, as his facial expressions were unlike human ones. He relaxed his snout to look as peaceful as possible, considering he was a huge humanoid boar.

He made an effort to recall all his knowledge of this language.

“You’re safe.”

Yeah, this won't be a long talk.

The man still looked distrustful, “Leave me alone,” he said quietly, “Go away.”

He hissed, clutching his hand, which was clearly hurt by the cold. Even Techno could see the red patches on the white skin.

For some reason, this upset Techno more than it should have. He lifted the human closer to his face, not taking offense at the man's flinching.

Technoblade cupped his hands and began to periodically breathe warm air onto the man, occasionally glancing to see if Dream was approaching.

After a few minutes like that, he felt some light taps on his pinky. He pulled away to look at the man better.

Well, much better than it was at the beginning.

At least he won't die while Techno carries him to the city.

“I will bring you home.”

The man froze, and then suddenly hid his face behind his knees.

Water around the eyes is bad, right?

Whimpers were heard.

Yeah, it's definitely bad!

Techno panicked. What did he do wrong? Or is it still cold?

He carefully touched them with his finger, but the man slapped it away and freaked out, "Don't touch me! You ******!"

The man got to his feet and continued to yell at him. Techno didn't understand most of what they were saying, so he just stared back in silence. Whatever it was, it was obviously bothering them, so he'd let them blow off steam today.

Wait, today?

The yelling stopped, and the man quietly sat down, wiping tears with his hands. It seemed to have taken all the strength out of the poor guy, because he looked exhausted.

Techno decided to check if the communicator was already working, taking it in his free hand.

“I don’t want to go back.”

“I have to bring you home,” said Technoblade, still pronouncing the soft sounds rather roughly.

They looked towards the city, " This is not my home," then back at the alien, “I don't belong there.”

He should have just brought the man back to the city and continued working. It wasn't his business, but still. Maybe he could keep him company for a while. Although Dream wouldn't like that.

“Stay with me. For now.”

At least if they didn't like hanging out with him, he could just bring them back, because there were simply no other options. Certainly not for a human. This further swayed his disapproval of the galactic government.

“Are you taking me with you?”

Technoblade nodded.

He shouldn't be doing this. He doesn't even understand why he's doing this for this stranger. But because of their unfortunate look, he had a feeling…He didn't understand what it was, but for some reason his safe bag started to ache and throb slightly.

“Sorry, but before I agree, can I ask what you're doing here?”

Hmm, this will be difficult to explain.

And he didn't know such words in English, but he had a short but logical answer to the question.

Technoblade pointed to his bag of equipment and said, "Nerd stuff."

The man chuckled but cut it short, clearing his throat instead, “Yeah, sorry. I didn't expect to hear that from you.”

Piglin laughed, though it was kinda just a bunch of short snorts. An alien's appearance doesn't necessarily dictate their profession, though Techno does have a rather menacing appearance. However, anyone familiar with him would readily confirm he's a giant fluffy boy, both literally and figuratively.

It's difficult for humans to pronounce the growling sounds of piglins, so after an awkward exchange of names, they both decided to go with Philza and Techno.

Obviously, the human didn't know what a ‘safe bag’ was, so Techno had to explain that it was safe for them.

“I need to put you in my… storage,” it was the closest word he could remember.

“In your what?” Phil asked, looking the alien up and down with confusion.

He slightly pulled back the hand that held the human, "Here," he said, and ran his palm over the upper part of the belly.

"Is this the stomach?" Philza asked apprehensively.

"No. It's safe and warm," Piglin said quickly, holding Phil up to his face. He added, almost sadly, "It won't be for long."

The man stared at him, but eventually agreed, “I believe you, and…” they placed their hand on his thumb, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you.”

Techno had no idea what possessed him, but he suddenly pulled Philza to the base of his neck and started purring (more like rumbling). A short "Whoa!" snapped him out of it.

He looked at them again, and the man laughed awkwardly.

"Wow, that was loud, I could feel it in my bones."

“Sorry?”

 “No, it’s ok, mate! I like it, really.”

At that moment, Technoblade felt so happy! It was strange, but in a good way.

"Let me know when you're ready," Techno instructed, then opened his mouth wide, moving his hands closer.

Phil carefully crawled inside, avoiding tusks the same height as him. He ran his palm over the tongue, and it began to twitch slightly, to cover him with a layer of saliva for a smoother descent.

Everything around stood still, waiting. He lay down with his feet first, because he didn't want to break his neck or hurt his back, no matter how much pressure would be around him in a few seconds.

"I'm ready!" Philza shouted.

Piglin raised his head slightly and swallowed, placing his fingers on his neck to trace the human down.

That feeling again. His storage was clearly pleased to receive something 'valuable'. Maybe it's because Phil has light hair? But he felt a desire to protect this person, and he didn't have a logical explanation for it yet.

Speaking of which, he placed his hand on the spot where Phil was. In response, he felt a gentle pressure, and a muffled voice shouted, "I'm fine, mate!"

Technoblade rumbled with happy purrs.

His communicator made a nasty, high-pitched sound.

Oh, he had missed messages from Dream.

D: I'm done. What about you?

D: Where are you at? Is there a problem?

The device just made that sound again.

D: I'm coming.

As soon as Techno looked up, he saw his partner on the horizon and walked towards him.

“What happened? Is the communicator broken?”

“Nah, everything's fine. I was just checking something here. Let's get back to base.”

“Are you sure?”, Arachnitian asked, looking him up and down.

"Yeah, yeah. And hey, do you have a built-in workshop? I'd like to take a look at the climate control system blueprints, maybe I can make some notes for the future.”

“Wow, you’re really excited about this idea.”

“Yeah, that's for sure. Sudden inspiration, you could say," Techno absently rubbed his belly and headed towards the base with a contented sigh.

Dream didn't say anything and just followed him. He received a message on his communicator.

Arachnitian stopped and stared at Piglin's back. Then he quickly entered the message on his device and continued walking.

Techno glanced over his shoulder, "Is something wrong?"

"Ah, no. Don't worry about it."

"All right."

Dream kept drilling him with his eyes, but Techno seemed not to even feel it.

…

“What are you doing?”, he asked, annoyed but calm.

Techno slowly turned around and saw Dream leaning against the wall.

"How long have you been here?", the piglin asked awkwardly, hiding his hands behind his back.

“Long enough to see you steal my human food supplies,” he sighed and rubbed his temples, leaving his other pair of hands on his waist. “I knew it. Where are they?”

“Um, I don’t know what you’re talking about, man, I-”

“I have a message from the cryo-center, Technoblade. You must return them.”

“But can we keep him for a bit, pretty please?”, he tilted his head to the side innocently.

“What? Why? Besides, we’re not talking about a cat, we’re talking about a whole person!”

"Okay-okay. I get it...", Techno grumbled disapprovingly but then he tilted his head again, "What's a cat?"

Dream groaned and, without a word, went to the Piglin's room. He swiped the keycard, not even ashamed that he'd had access to someone else's room all this time.

He and Technoblade froze for a moment as they looked into the room.

Techno exclaimed in Common Galactic, "No, Phil! You can't draw on this!", he managed to scoop up the human, who didn't look remorseful at all.

“You got the original system blueprints and left them alone with the freezehead?!”

“I only showed him how to use the holographic tablet and virtual tables, I guess he got bored and connected to my workstation...”

Philza didn't understand the language, but he knew what was going on anyway, so he finally spoke up, "That blueprint was a mess, I just upgraded it."

Dream asked in English, "What? What do you mean by-". He looked over at the table, then poked Techno in the side with his elbow.

Techno placed Philza back on the table and began reviewing the edits. While Dream was sending the improved blueprint into the simulation - all the indicators were close to 100% stable.

"I copied it before I made my own version, there was no call for all that shouting, you loud fucks," the human complained, rubbing his ears.

Both aliens looked at him as if he were the strangest one in the room.

“What?”

"Who the hell are you?", Dream asked. "This is too perfect for a person from the beginning of this millennium."

Philza snorted, "First of all, fuck you," he gave Arachnitian the middle finger, then nodded towards his work, "Secondly, I just made edits on an already finished blueprint. If I got used to these new tools, it could be even better. But I don't know this language, and honestly I'm not into the nerdy part."

"Wait, you said this could be done even better?!" Dream burst out, not seeing Philza flinch, but Techno did and picked him up.

"I didn't get it all, but don't yell at him," Technoblade warned seriously.

Arachnitian gave them both a crooked smile, "You two really piss me off, but damn." He stared straight at the man, drilling him with his gaze, "Seriously, who are you, Philip Rosales?"

Technoblade felt Philza flinch and wanted to scold Dream, "Hey! Knock it off! You're only making things w-", he felt a tapping on his finger. Phil gestured to be put back down.

Dream finally pulled back, realizing he'd crossed the line. He and Techno sat down at the table. Philza, meanwhile, sat down on a little earring case, put his hands together, and looked over at Dream.

"Before everyone found out Earth was dying, I was one of the most famous architects of the last generation. And of course, you can't be good at it without understanding related fields like building and engineering."

Dream quickly translated his words into Common Galactic for Technoblade.

Phil continued, "But a wealth didn't help me with my... problem." The Arachnitian gave a short nod, as his guy at the cryo-center had leaked him information about this man. He knew about Kristin.

"I changed my name and surname when we were preparing to leave our planet. There was such a commotion that no one even noticed," he felt tears welling up in his eyes, so he lowered his head.

"And then I woke up today to find out that she... I feel- It seems," his voice cracked, and he slowly raised his gaze to the aliens, confessing with tears streaming down his face, "that Philza Minecraft died 300 years ago."

…

That conversation left Philza so shaken that Technoblade had to calm him for a long time. The man even asked to be hidden in the storage because the reality of what had happened had completely thrown him off.

Phil didn't know what he was thinking when he escaped from the cryo-center. Perhaps to see his beautiful wife's face one last time, to touch her, to gently stroke her head, to say that everything was alright... to say sorry. Even he didn't know what he wanted at that moment. He just felt as if he had lost a part of his soul.

However, despite the hardship, he will learn to move forward.

In this world that is completely alien to him. He will have two stubborn but reliable friends to help him through.

Perhaps thanks to them, he'll be able to turn this universe upside down, even if he's just doing what he likes.

And who knows, maybe someday there will be a human who finds a cure for death or will be able to bring people back to life. It sounds very utopian, but if they manage to break free from Moon-2 and continue to develop, then it's not such an absurd idea, is it? Though this clearly won't happen in Philza's lifetime.

However, if he can make his dream a reality even a fraction of a second sooner, he will spare no effort to achieve it.

Although the two aliens won’t let him overwork, that’s for sure.

…

Logbook «Brian». Record from November 4, 2328 [Earth calendar]:

Phil sent instructions for Sector 103-f to the main screen via his tablet. He still had to wear a mask due to the unbreathable air. But the crew was working fast, so they'll be able to breathe easy in just two weeks. He was so glad Technoblade was the one who understood all that nerdy stuff.

Anyway, where are the guys?

Someone poked him from behind, and he yelped.

"Are you half-asleep, freezehead?" Dream chuckled. "You didn't even notice me come in."

“Unlike Techno, you have a light step,” he replied in Common Galactic.

"Heh?", Piglin was on the other side, startling the man once more.

"Do you wanna give me a heart attack?" Phil asked, clutching his chest. He shot a sharp glance at the Arachnitian, "And stop calling me that, it's been three years."

Dream feigned thought, "No." He and Philza exchanged two middle fingers, and with a quick goodbye, he left them with Technoblade.

They went to the empty cafeteria, where they could breathe freely without a mask.

"Don’t you know what rest is, Philza?" Techno asked, and then took a sip of his coffee.

“I just want to finish this project early so we don’t waste time here on this-”

Piglin interrupted him with a loud click, 'Wrong answer.'"

Phil snorted, "Ready to volunteer your services, are you?"

“If you keep calling it that, I'll drop you in my coffee.”

"Maybe that's what I want," the human replied with a smirk.

"I don't think we should be doing something like this in your current state," Techno noted, casting a dubious glance at him.

"Mate, I'm not out of steam yet."

"Oh, I have no doubt about that, dude." Piglin extended a hand for Philza to climb on, "How about a nap for a couple of hours?"

Philza bit his lip. He actually wanted to do something else for the current project, so he wasn't sure if he should-

Oh, what the hell.

He laughed, "Weren't you supposed to be busy as well?"

Technoblade snorted, "That can wait. I really wanted to check out that Earth book you told me about."

Phil smiled, "I think you'll like the strategy book." He glanced around to make sure no one was nearby. He didn't want any extra questions; it was enough that Dream knew.

"Ok, enjoy your reading, mate. And this time, don't forget to wake me up."

"No promises," Techno said, bringing his palm closer to his face, "Considering I'll be doing two of my favorite things at once."

"Just admit you're greedy," Phil chuckled, crawling inside.

Smells like coffee.

Technoblade will never get tired of this feeling. Is it weird to taste happiness? Probably yes, but he doesn't care. He's happy that Philza came into his life.

Gulp. Purring.

"Maybe," he said contentedly, rubbing the spot where the dearest person in his life lay curled like a sleepy ball.

…

That's it! The end!

Due to the fact that humans lived in a colony status, they were not allowed to develop in other fields besides the GG. However, thanks to the explosive incident involving Philza, everything changed. The GG had to publicly admit that humans hold untapped potential and that it was irresponsible to waste the opportunity to nurture valuable individuals for the entire galactic community.

Historically, in Piglin culture, partners would give each other small gifts, which they kept in safe bags. Techno almost never used a ‘storage’, because he is, ahem, a nerd. But that wasn't the only reason Philza caught Techno's attention. Firstly, he was curious, and he experienced that explosive personality firsthand. And he wasn't awkward about it! Which is rare for him, even though Phil sometimes made him nervous.

I absolutely did not want to write s*icidal thoughts for Philza in this oneshot. I decided to stick with the idea that upon hearing the news, he felt as though he had died on the same day as his wife. Yeah, he messed up by running, but it was a mix of several factors. In the end, it was easier for him to adapt thanks to Technoblade than to try and build a life in the colony with humans. And he doesn't regret it.

Dream was their social lightning rod in the team, as he took on all communication with investors, management, and so on. He and Phil often argue, while Techno tries to calm them down. Dream tried to make a joke at Philza's expense, saying that Techno shouldn't have picked up that wild opossum. The man simply ridiculed him for knowing such ancient memes from the Earth Age. But for real, they consider themselves friends who constantly annoy each other.

I can't say that I've written everything I wanted to, but I didn't want to make chapters for this story... I wanted to write some more hurt/comfort for this au, but there's already a lot of words here.

If someone sends me questions about any of my aus, I'll definitely answer them.

So yeah :D

Thanks for reading!

[nata2343]

New space au! (g/t vore)

Okay, I didn't think I'd write about vore often, but the post with the previous au got a lot of activity, so yeah. I'm going to post a new short vore story with emduo today or tomorrow :D

I wrote the story during the pre-New Year study session, so all I have to do is translate it into English and it's done!

This is going to be a space au about human!philza and giant alien!technoblade.

Humanity fucked up again and, with the help of aliens, fled to another part of the universe to save their species. I love writing sad shit, so Philza has a backstory here, and I decided to briefly describe it in this mini-prologue so that it doesn't get too much attention in the finished story.

I just remembered this au while writing a continuation for another one, lol :]

TW: wife's death, swearing. Word count: ~650

The Prologue

The heavy cryo-capsule door opened with a metallic heavy thud, letting cold air out.

“How are you feeling, sir?”

The blond man groaned, “Like I woke up after a farewell student party.” He tried to get to his feet, but a worker in a white coat carefully lowered him back.

"Don't push yourself, Mr. Rosales, it's too early to walk. We need to run a bunch of tests and quarantine you."

"Yeah, yeah. I remember the explanation. You don’t want to get a pandemic because of my ancient cold.”, he said with neglect, looking around the room.

“You could say that, yes.” The young man looked around, checking to see if any of his colleagues were coming.

He ignored the man’s comment about how even after 300 years, people still made ugly wall calendars.

“It's actually my first day, and I was so worried- I mean, it's a great honor for me to personally meet someone from the past. You are the representative of our great ancestors who decided to save humanity and agreed to-”

“I don't give a fuck about humanity, man.”, he interrupted him, “I agreed to come here so that in the future people would find a cure for my wife's illness. By the way, where is she?”

“Oh, r-right! Here.”, he handed him the certificate of death.

“Wha-”, Phil snatched the paper from his hands and slowly read every line, his eyes wide open.

“My condolences, she passed away before the beginning of procedure and you’ve already been put into cryo-sleep. It was decided to keep her body in a refrigerated chamber in a nearby town, but...I’m really sorry, but you can't go there right now.”

He watched as the man's eyes lost their shine, and he had an empty, cold gaze on the unfortunate piece of paper, which was already slightly wrinkled.

His expressionless face lifted to look at the worker in front of him.

“Before you start your work, may I ask something?”

…

“Hey! Newbie! Where's your patient?”

“Oh, he went to the bathroom.”

The older colleague looked at him as if he had grown a second head, he said, “There's no one there.”

“No- he-”, the guy looked inside the other room, “Where did he go?”

“You’re a moron! Patients don’t eat or drink before cryo-sleep!”

“I know that! I thought he needed some privacy time because of the news about his-”

“You told him?!”

“What was I supposed to do? Lie to him?”, the guy began to look around nervously for help, but there was no one in the room but the two of them.

“At the very least, make sure he doesn’t escape!” the man shouted over his shoulder, dialing the security number on his tablet-like device, “Where the hell did he go anyway?

“Well, he was asking about the refrigeration chambers…” the guy began, already seeing his senior colleague looking at him in disbelief.

"Don't tell me he was planning on getting there on his own feet.  He'll die before he reaches the next city’s border. We need to report this immediately! How did he even get out of here?!”

As the man was cursing, the guy took out his communicator and quickly sent a message to someone.

 He cursed, “Damn it!”

“What is it?”

“Some scientist is due to arrive today to set up climate control, our keeper is unavailable. These things don't work in the dead zone.”

“Did you at least warn him that going there would be a dangerous idea?”

The guy was looking anywhere but at the angry face in front of him.

“Well, I said it's very cold there.”

The man exhaled briefly but quickly, as if the air had been knocked out of his lungs. He put his thumb and index finger together to emphasize the importance of his words, “Deadly. Cold. That’s what you should have told him.”

[bittydragon]

Family Bonding

Notes: Thank you anon for this prompt! This one is pure fluff for y’all, hopefully it makes up for the angst I gave y’all a few days ago. It was such a cute prompt. Sorry about how long it took for this request to be answered (it’s been in the inbox for a bit now, whoops-) but it’s done now! I hope you enjoy your sleepy bois content. The only thing I regret is not having enough Phil in here but you get plenty of brother interactions so that should make up for it.

If you told Tommy that an already existing family would adopt him as one of their own out of nowhere, he would’ve said it was unlikely. If you told him that a human family would adopt him at first sight, he would’ve called you insane.

But looking at his current situation, it was definitely not impossible. From his position in Phil’s hands, he got a front row seat of Wilbur and Techno, his new brothers, arguing over who got to hang out with Tommy today. He was adopted into this family only a few weeks ago after being caught trying to steal a bagel that was left on the counter. He still refuses to admit to this day that it was a horrible idea to steal a bagel from a human in the first place though. 

But because of his attempted bagel snatching, a stunned Wilbur saw him trying to drag a bagel bigger than himself across the counter. Wilbur refuses to admit that he screamed and ran as soon as he saw Tommy, but he did. Then, when Phil came into the kitchen to take care of what he assumed to be a spider, only to find the tiny child still attempting to drag the bagel to his hole in the wall, he promptly adopted Tommy into their little family. Wilbur surprisingly warmed up to him very quickly despite the whole incident of their first meeting. Techno adopted him as his brother as soon as he saw Tommy, but he won’t admit that either.

At least, until moments like these. Phil was absolutely done with his boys’ arguing over who got to hang out with their new little brother. This was getting old very fast. But Tommy’s ego was only growing as they argued over who got to hang out with him. 

“Boys!” Wilbur and Techno instantly stopped their bickering and looked towards Phil with wide eyes. Tommy had to stifle the laughter that was threatening to surface from the look of pure shock and guilt on both of their faces. Phil brought his free hand up to his face and pinched his nose with a sigh.

“Just get along with each other and hang out with your brother together. I need a couple of hours to myself without you little monsters disturbing me. If anyone comes to me whining, you are going to deep clean the whole house.”

“Ok, dad!”

“Sure, whatever… But I get to hold Tommy first.”

“Now wait a damn minute, Tech-” Wilbur paused as he glanced towards Phil, who looked like he was about to strangle someone. He gulped. “You know what? Go ahead.”

Techno had a triumphant smirk on his face as he walked towards Phil. He held out his hands for Tommy to climb onto, which Tommy quickly scrambled onto. 

As soon as Tommy situated himself onto Techno’s hands, Techno turned around and moved towards his room with Wilbur trailing after him. Wilbur closed the door behind them to keep privacy, despite knowing that their dad wasn’t planning on disturbing them anytime soon.

Though, it may have been more to preserve their diginties.

As soon as the door was shut, both humans let out a sigh of relief and flopped backwards onto the bed, Techno taking extra care to make sure Tommy wasn’t too jostled in the process. Tommy however, did not care in the slightest and laughed as he fell on top of Techno’s chest.

As Tommy finally decided to move himself around on Techno’s chest, Wilbur quickly propped himself up just enough so that he could see his tiny brother. He found himself smiling softly as Tommy tried to stand and promptly fell down. Wilbur had to stop himself from cooing at Tommy, especially since he realized how upset Tommy gets. And then he stopped his thoughts for a moment and realized he didn’t care because Tommy’s little tantrums were cute.

And so Wilbur had no more reservations and cooed softly as Tommy kept trying to stand up on Techno’s chest.

Tommy glared at Wilbur before returning right to his task of trying to stand while on his brother’s chest. Techno propped his head up to look at his brother to see what he was doing due to the light touches on his chest.

He had to stifle his laughter as he saw Tommy fumbling around and trying to stand up. Unfortunately for Tommy, he was only able to stifle the laughter from coming out audibly. Instead, Techno’s chest began to rumble with unheard laughter, further knocking Tommy off of his feet.

Neither human could stop themselves from smiling when Tommy toppled over with an annoyed shout. He turned himself around to stare at both of them to the best of his ability so he could give them a hard glare. It only took a few seconds before he began laughing at the silliness of the situation, prompting Wilbur and Techno to join in once again.

“You two suck.”

“Aw, we love you too, Toms.” Wilbur gave Tommy a teasing smile and got himself a tongue stuck out right back at him. He snorted at his little brother’s childish behavior.

The three of them laid there in a comfortable silence for a few minutes. The moment didn’t last very long however because Tommy was restless and wanted the attention back on him. 

He began fidgeting on top of Techno again, making the said man groan.

“Wilbur, take the gremlin. I can’t take it anymore.” Wilbur laughed at his twin before moving his hands towards Tommy and scooping him up. Tommy didn’t offer any resistance, instead opting to wrap his arms around one of Wilbur’s fingers. Wilbur raised an eyebrow at the action.

“Tommy? What are you- TOMMY NO!” Wilbur quickly moved his other hand underneath his other hand to prevent anything bad from happening. Tommy however, was laughing his ass off while hanging from the finger he had latched onto. Apparently he thought it would be hilarious to attempt to dangle from Wilbur’s hand. Wilbur did not think so.

At Wilbur’s shout, Techno bolted upright and looked at Wilbur’s hands with wide eyes. Once he processed the situation playing out before him he began laughing uncontrollably. Wilbur sent his brother a quick glare before turning his attention back to getting Tommy back onto his hand. It was actually really difficult when the boy kept swinging himself around and using Wilbur’s hand as a jungle gym.

Meanwhile, Tommy was having the time of his life. He was laughing along with Techno as he swung around to avoid Wilbur’s attempts at fixing his position. It was rather easy for him to swing around like this due to his borrowing experiences. This was all second nature to him. It was a bonus to scare Wilbur whilst doing this.

“Tommy please. Oh god- Techno, stop laughing. This is serious. Tommy. I don’t need you falling, please-”

Tommy laughed once more as he flipped himself back onto Wilbur’s palm. Wilbur sighed in relief as soon as Tommy was safely on his hand once more. 

Tommy glanced over at Techno, who was now over his bout of laughter. Tommy had to smile softly at the fact Techno was laughing that hard in the first place. He found out very quickly that Techno did not express his emotions outwardly much at all, he was very reserved when it came to feelings. So Tommy felt a happy warmth flow through him as he realized Techno felt comfortable enough to laugh like that around him.

“-could’ve at least tried to help! You just sat there and laughed!” Tommy suddenly tuned back in from his thoughts to hear Wilbur complaining about Techno’s lack of help. Techno let out an amused snort.

“Nah. It was more fun watching you scramble to save him every time he moved.” Techno smirked as Wilbur began throwing out a mess of angry words at the statement.

Tommy enjoyed this. It was nice having a family like this. The bickering, the shenanigans, the laughter. Tommy enjoyed it all. Yea, he used to have his biological parents years ago and they were a small, tight-knit family, but all borrower families split up eventually. It just makes borrowing easier.

But now that he was adopted by Phil, he had another family. He had his brothers who loved him with their entire beings.

He really enjoyed the attention too. And the bickering between Wilbur and Techno that was currently going on.

“You suck, Techno. I hope you know that.”

“Yea, yea, sure. Whatever you say, nerd.” Wilbur stuck his tongue out at Techno. Tommy couldn’t help but laugh at them, drawing their attention away from each other and onto himself. He stopped laughing abruptly as he saw them both adopt a suspicious looking grin.

“Aw, Toms, we didn’t forget about you, did we, Techno?” Techno’s grin grew a touch wider.

“Nope, in fact I think someone may deserve some tickles.” Tommy’s eyes widened and he immediately began to try and jump out of Wilbur’s hand with a shriek. He thought he was in the clear when all of a sudden Techno’s hand shot out to grab him.

He shrieked as Techno pulled Tommy closer to himself and began poking him in the sides. Tommy instantly began screeching with laughter while attempting to stop the attacking finger. He wasn’t able to stop Techno as he continued with his onslaught of tickles.

“Techno! Please, Tech-NO!” He continued to laugh as Techno finally began to slow down on his attack. A minute later his laughter had died down enough for him to give Techno a hard glare from the man’s hand.

“You’re an ass.”

“Heh. Whatever. You deserved it.”

Tommy began to pout but quickly broke into laughter after trying to give Techno another false glare. Techno grinned and rubbed Tommy’s hair with his finger as Wilbur smiled at the current interaction between the other two.

Tommy was glad to be a part of this family, despite the teasing and occasional arguments. And he knew that Wilbur and Techno felt the exact same as him. He was home.

[bittydragon]

Tired and Confused

Notes: Lookit! Sleepy bois meeting time! I may have wrote them a bit out of character, but who cares? Tommy and Tubbo don’t get much time in this one shot, I focused this one on the others. I have so many ideas for these as a whole AU. So it’s happening. And I got a couple things planned, one of which turned out a little angsty, whoops- ANYWAYS. Enjoy some sleepy bois with a tiny Wilbur! “You two sure you’re going to be alright while I’m out?” Tommy and Tubbo both looked at him, Tommy much more exasperated than Tubbo. Tubbo just looked apologetic for Tommy’s behavior. He still nodded with a wide grin on his face.

“We’ll be alright, Wilbur! I’ll keep Tommy out of trouble! Promise!”

Wilbur just shook his head and smiled. “That’s good, I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he said, knowing full well that when he returned Tommy will have found some sort of trouble and dragged Tubbo into it despite what Tubbo said. There was no stopping that chaotic duo and genuinely, Wilbur didn’t want to. It’s what made life so much fun for them.

So, despite knowing full well the two boys were going to get in some form of trouble while he was gone, he left for his borrowing run. This run was most definitely not as essential as most of the other runs, he knew it was highly likely that Tubbo may yell at him for this run but he knew he could get back at him for all of his strange outings he would never explain. Seriously, Wilbur was scared that the humans were going to find out about them with how much Tubbo goes out. And Tubbo is far from careful, though Tommy is still arguably worse. Hence why Tommy has his borrowing rights revoked.

But strings and wire were far from the list of essentials in this moment. Wilbur just wanted to make himself a guitar. He had made one for himself a couple of years back when it was just him and Tommy. There was a human child in the house who had the strange instrument and played all the time. He even sang along to the sounds he made, which Wilbur later learned was actually called music. When he learned that Tommy really liked the music as well, Wilbur created a guitar and sang for Tommy whenever he could. He had to leave the original behind when the exterminator was called on them. 

Tommy had started getting stressed out lately. They’ve been in the same house for nearly two years now. They had never been in a house that long without being chased out. And Tommy has also begun to share Wilbur’s uneasiness over how easy it was to just live. Something was obviously off and Wilbur hated it. But Tubbo always insisted that the humans were just painfully oblivious so they continued their way of life.

Wilbur quickly snapped out of his thoughts when he realized he reached the entrance to one of the humans’ rooms. Well, this human was definitely less human than the other one but that changed nothing. He pulled back the loose pink wallpaper and slipped inside.

He began his careful trek to the desk where the string was normally located. He paused at every noise he heard before speeding up to finish his journey faster. When he reached the base of the desk he lifted his hook off his belt and threw it upwards only for it to fall back down. With an annoyed huff he threw it again. 

Only for it to fall again and clock him in the head.

“Ow! What the heck? Just latch you damn thing!” He muttered his angry curses at the hook while rubbing the sore spot on his head. He maneuvered the hook back into throwing position once more. “Third time’s the charm.” And with a hard toss the hook flew up, landed on the desktop, and-

Clocked him on the head again.

“Dang. You’re havin’ a rough time there, little nerd, aren’t ya?”  

Wilbur whipped around, eyes wide, to meet the rather amused gaze of the piglin hybrid. The owner of the room Wilbur was currently trying to borrow from. Oh gods, what will happen to Tommy and Tubbo? How will they know that Wilbur has been caught? He knows he can’t escape, especially not from this one. The other one Wilbur may have had a small chance of escaping but not this one. Not the one who fought other humans for fun. Wilbur hopes that Tommy and Tubbo can take care of themselves. Tubbo probably could, he could take Wilbur’s place. He could-

“Breathe, little buddy, breathe. You can’t do anything in a state like that.” Wilbur hadn’t even noticed how heavy he was breathing. His panic completely overwhelmed him in the moment. His lack of response did something for the human because the next thing Wilbur knew two large, pink tinged hands reached down for him. All Wilbur could do in his panic driven state was fumble backwards and let out a pathetic “stop” as they wrapped around him and lifted him upwards.

The fingers wrapped around him and Wilbur braced himself to have his breath squeezed out of him, but they only laid on him with enough force to keep him from falling. He could leave the grasp if he wanted, but Wilbur wasn’t keen on falling to his death just yet. He looked up to meet the gaze of the piglin hybrid. 

Neither of them spoke for a few minutes. They just remained in a silent standoff with no reward to the winner. The gaze of those red eyes was unnerving but Wilbur found no malice towards him. No greed, no curiosity. Really there wasn’t any emotion Wilbur could find other than the small crease of worry on his face. This piglin was good at hiding emotions.

“So what now?” Wilbur stared up at the hybrid, awaiting his response. He was met with a flash of shock on his face before he once again concealed it into a vague look of disinterest. But Wilbur could find a small hint of relief hidden there. Perhaps because he spoke?

“I’ll just let you go on with your day, I guess.” The hands suddenly began shifting again and Wilbur instinctively grabbed one of the fingers as support as his heart began racing again. The hands suddenly parted and slid him onto the desktop, his initial destination. The piglin then raised his now free hand to the back of his neck and let his gaze wander away. “And I apologize for scaring you. Was not my intention.”

Just as suddenly as he had arrived, he turned around and began walking back out of the room. “Techno, you idiot, borrowers are easily startled. Remember that!” He whispered to himself. Wilbur whipped around at the statement, he doesn’t think he was supposed to hear that. This human, Techno he assumed, knew about borrowers. Wilbur didn’t want to dwell on it for too long, so he quickly located the string and left as fast as he could.

---

“Phil. There’s more.”

“What?” Phil looked over towards Techno, completely confused at what Techno was so worked up over. “There’s more what?”

“Little guys. More borrowers. There are more in the house.”

Phil’s eyes widened. More borrowers? But wouldn’t they have noticed that earlier on? Techno took Phil’s silence as an indicator to continue.

“It’s not just one in the house anymore. Phil, I accidentally met another today. No clue on how many are here now, but the number is now at least two.” Phil mulled it over for a second before speaking. He then shrugged.

“I guess we have more friends to meet then, right Techno?” Silence. “Techno?”

“...Phil. I basically adopted the new one already. I have a new brother now, Phil. He is my new brother, Phil.”

Phil couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him. Techno looked down, ashamed at himself. Phil walked over to his brother and put a hand on his shoulder, trying to stifle his laughter.

“You’re gonna have to tell him- ha- tell him that he’s your brother. And maybe introduce us- oh my god Techno I can’t.” And with that Phil dissolved back into his laughing fit. Techno could only look on as Phil laughed at him. He couldn’t deny that the situation was absurd, but the borrower caught Techno’s attention like nobody else ever has.

And in their conversation, neither of them noticed the shadow move across the kitchen counter and into the wall.

---

“My name is Wilbur, by the way. Just thought you should know your brother’s name. Cause it’s important, Techno.”

Techno could only stare at the borrower who just hauled himself onto the coffee table right before the two brothers could start their movie. Phil could only laugh at the situation playing out in front of him.

“Techno! He knows your name but you don’t know his! What an amazing brother!” Techno glared at his brother on the couch and elbowed him before returning his gaze to his tiny new brother on the table. Wilbur just smiled, and Techno could see the blatant look of no regret plastered over the borrower’s face

When Phil finished laughing, much to Techno’s relief, he turned to the borrower who was still waiting on the table. Phil noted that despite the playful behavior and act of courage, he was still nervously rocking back and forth on his feet. Phil sent him a small smile.

“Good to meet my brother’s other brother, Wilbur. My name is Phil. I’m your new brother’s other brother.” Phil smiled a little wider when Wilbur laughed.

“Don’t say it like that, it sounds weird. Just call me your brother and I’ll call you mine.”

Phil didn’t have a response to that. Techno nudged him with a look that screamed ‘see?’. Phil is also adopting this borrower as his next brother. It’s official, Phil has two brothers now. He snapped back into a more normal train of thought when Wilbur suddenly let out a large yawn. He reached up and covered his mouth with a nervous chuckle.

Techno went to laugh at his brother before getting cut off by a yawn of his own. That was then followed by Phil. They all looked at one another in shock. 

Phil broke the shocked silence. “I guess we are sleepy boys, huh?” That earned him the laughs he was hoping for. Phil noticed that Techno looked towards Wilbur and made some vague motion with his hands that Phil couldn’t decipher. After a moment of contemplation, Wilbur nodded and Techno reached forwards to scoop him into his palms and leaned back on the couch. He deposited the borrower onto his chest and Phil was gladly surprised to see Wilbur relax into it.

Phil was happy to have another member of the family.

Techno was glad to have someone other than Phil trust him like this.

Wilbur was excited to have two more people to call his brothers other than Tommy-

Shit. He still has to tell Tommy and Tubbo.