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It was a beautiful beginning of the day in the valley where Philza's house was. Mourning doves cooed and woodpeckers hammered at the trees outside of the house. The house was currently occupied by 3, the owner had taken off early while it was still dark, so he could return as quickly as possible. He had left with five sheep and a yearling stallion, armed with a diamond sword. He hadn't ditched his kids, just going to sell some unneeded animals at the village for some money. He could have brought his kids, but they were far too energetic for such a boring journey, and one was too young and was just barely learning to walk. He had left an early spring morning, and promised his two older boys the night before that he would be back before night. He had left them food, and left a short list on what to feed young Tommy. 

The house had been quiet when Philza left, he had just put a fresh diaper on Tommy and put him down with a bottle of milk. He made sure to kiss Tommy on the forehead before closing the door. He also made sure to kiss Techno and Wilbur, even if they were asleep, it was the gesture of love he lived for for his kids.

A few hours later, daylight started to leak through the windows, and warming up the tips of Tommy's wings. He rubbed his eyes sleepily, his blonde hair all messed up from laying in his crib. His wings had the slightest bit of fluffy feathers on them now, more of a duckling's fluff. They were still blonde, but the owner of said wings didn't mind. Tommy laid there for a moment on his back, craning his head to see a discarded bottle of milk, any leftover drops of milk would have evaporated by now. He squinted as his drowsy eyes got adapted to the sunlight. He used the force of his eleven month old strength to flip over so he laid on his stomach, and then pushed himself up so he was on his butt. This gave him a better view of his crib. There was a blanket kicked to the bottom, dangling, and hanging on by just a thread. There was also a discarded red pacifier near the bottle. Tommy stared at it for a moment, and then his gaze wandered down to his shirtless tummy and red socks. He hated wearing anything on his chest, it made his wings feel cramped. He rubbed his eyes once more, babbling to himself incoherently, and then gasping. 

For the past few months, as Tommy had gained the ability to crawl and stand by leaning on things, he and his dad had an early day thing. He would always prop himself up, gripping onto the railing of the crib with all of his baby might. He would babble at Phil, until he would turn over and pick Tommy up. They would snuggle, play, or read Tommy a story. Sometimes they would go into the kitchen and Phil would set Tommy on the counter as his little helper to cook breakfast. It was always a mess, but always made everyone happy to see Tommy covered in flour and other foods. 

Tommy hoisted himself up onto his feet, gripping the crib, and looking over it. His wings stretched out, and flexed. They mostly had a mind of their own as he was younger and couldn't use them. His eyes scanned his dad's bed, but he saw no lump over the covers, or wings. Tommy furrowed his brow, wings fluttering as he jumped up and down on his crib's mattress. The wiggling caused his blanket to fall on the floor, but he didn't care. "Da?" He asked quietly, his voice cracking a little. He hopped up once more, and then started lifting his left leg over the top of the crib. His legs were too stubby, and couldn't reach up high enough. His wings started flapping as he jumped up and down on the mattress, purely instinct. His wings were far too tiny, though, and not enough feathers to catch any air. "Da! Da?!" He started getting frustrated, and his eyes watered just a little. A few tears started dripping down his body, running down from his eyes. 

He lost his grip on the railing as he went to wipe his tears, forgetting he couldn't do them both at the same time. He fell on his butt. It wasn't a bad fall, and it really didn't hurt him. It just frustrated him, and he started crying. He couldn't hear much over his own tears, not even his big brother Techno's footsteps. Techno opened the door, and felt a little bad that he hadn't thought about checking on Tommy earlier. Tommy was clearly a mess, as he rarely cried, and was pretty hardy. Techno made his way over, tapping Tommy's shoulder once to not startle him. Tommy turned his head, and his facial expression almost broke Techno's heart. He had tear streaks down his face, and the mattress had a little wet puddle. His bottom lip was curled out in a pout, and he reached his arms out to Techno. He had a little snot dripping out of his nose, but it didn't bother Techno much. 

Techno quickly took Tommy under his arms, bouncing him up so he was holding him securely. "It's okay, Tommy, you're alright." He wasn't great with emotions, but wanted to say something to soothe his baby brother's nerves. Tommy wrapped his arms around Techno's neck, hugging into him. His wings tickled Techno's snout, but he didn't say anything. Techno patted his back a few more times, feeling Tommy's fingers entangle in his own long hair. Tommy babbled to Techno, but frequently said the word "da", so he had a basic idea of what was wrong. Techno grabbed Tommy's pacifier from the crib, holding it just in case Tommy would need it later. 

Tommy made sure not to pull Techno's hair, and he was surprisingly gentle with his family and the farm animals for being an energetic baby. Tommy stopped babbling as Techno spoke up. "Well, Tommy, dad went to go into town. He'll be back soon, though." Techno had no idea if Tommy was sentient enough to understand what he was saying, but he made sure to say it to calm his own nerves. He did understand why Philza didn't want to bring the three along, though. He didn't much like the village anyways, and knew his dad would already have his hands full with the rowdy stallion he had to take there. He did understand Tommy being upset, too, Tommy always saw his dad and this was the first time being away from him for more than a few hours.

Tommy sniffled a bit more, a final few tears dripping onto Techno's shirt and creating a wet stain. Techno didn't want Tommy to associate Philza leaving with a bad thing, so he bounced Tommy in his arm once. "Hey, Toms? Wanna go bug Wilbur and wake him up?" He felt Tommy's fingers weave their way out of his hair, and Tommy leaned back to look at Techno's face. He had a cheeky four toothed smile, which caused a smile to grow on Techno's face. His eyes were still puffy, but maybe some fun would make him feel better.

Techno creeped down the hallway, walking into the living room, and down the hallway where Wilbur's room sat across from his own. He silently turned the door knob, creeping his way into Wilbur's room. Wilbur snored loudly, making Tommy giggle a little. Techno disconnected Tommy from his body, and held him out. Tommy kicked his feet, and Techno released him to fall on top of Wilbur's chest. Tommy giggled, wings flapping as he was airborne for a moment. He landed on Wilbur's chest with a loud squeal.

 Wilbur gasped for a moment, before his eyes landed on Tommy. He looked a little surprised, before smiling, and fake screaming. "Ahhh! I'm being attacked by a little moth!" Tommy giggled, his wings flapping quickly. Wilbur hooked his arms under Tommy's armpits, and put him up in the air. Tommy had drool dripping out of his mouth, and onto Wilbur's chest.  Wilbur sat up in his bed, holding Tommy out with his arms. He flipped over, laying Tommy down, making sure his wings didn't crinkle. 

"I got you Tommy! I'm gonna eat you alive!" Wilbur started tickling Tommy's sides, kissing his chest and blowing raspberries into his bare tummy. Tommy screeched out in laughter, kicking his legs, and pulling at Wilbur's fluffy hair. "Teh-no!" He screeched out for help from his brother. Techno just stood there, chuckling, watching the scene. He leaned down, looking at Tommy, and then spoke. "You're not safe from me either, Toms!" He leaned down, and started blowing raspberries onto him as well, being very careful to not knick either of his brothers with his tusks. 

Tommy squealed even more, he could barely hear his own laughing over the sound of kisses and tummy farts in his ears. "Da! Da!" He started calling out for his dad, tugging on Wilbur and Techno's hair to try and pull them off. His wings fluttered against the bedsheets, moving the covers back and forth. "Dada isn't going to save you! You're all ours!" Wilbur yelled in between raspberries, while Techno was mostly focusing on tickling. "Muahahahaha!" Techno yelled.

Tommy started choking on his spit in between giggles, and Techno and Wilbur both backed off quickly to give him some air.

Tommy coughed a few times, they both made sure to pat his back a few times. Tommy eventually coughed it out before pushing his fingers into his mouth and suckling on them. He moved his way deeper into Wilbur's lap, nuzzling under his chin. He started babbling to Wilbur and Techno, looking between both of them. They both made sure to nod, agreeing with whatever Tommy was saying that came from his baby brain. Wilbur sat Tommy down on the floor, propping him up on his feet. He couldn't stand on his own, Phil had said something about how his wings weigh him down or change his movements. Wilbur reached his hand down, grabbing Tommy's hand. Wilbur's arm was long and lanky enough to hold him, yet Tommy always had to hold Techno's tail when he helped him walk. 

Tommy toddled, gripping hard onto Wilbur's hand. Techno walked beside them, figuring they were going to the kitchen. Techno eventually walked past them both, and started rummaging through the cabinets. Phil had left the older boys homemade pizza in the fridge, as stated on the note he left. He had also stocked up on a few different kinds of baby food to diversify Tommy's growing palette. As Techno rummaged around, he took time to read some of the labels and gagged a little at some of the names. Wilbur eventually walked in, Tommy's socks slapping against the wooden kitchen floor. Wilbur lifted Tommy up, sitting him in his highchair, and was called over by Techno. Wilbur made sure to quickly buckle Tommy in so he wouldn't wiggle his way out. 

"Chicken? Room temperature chicken and rice? This is prison food!" Techno yelled, disgusted. Wilbur gagged, holding the jar to read it, and then setting it down. Wilbur picked up another one, showing it to Techno quickly, mouth agape. "Carrots, potatoes, and fish!" Wilbur exclaimed as Techno grabbed it out of his hand. "This is worse than prison food! This is torture!" Wilbur said, and turned to look at Tommy. Tommy just babbled, slapping his hands on the tabletop, drool trailing down his chin. 

Techno went through a few more gross ones, making sure to show Wilbur ones that seemed the most nasty. He shuffled through "Lamb and Gravy," "Green Beans and Beets," and more disgusting ones. He eventually found one titled "Sweet Potato and Apples." That didn't seem awful to Wilbur or Techno, so they opened the jar, both giving it a careful sniff. It didn't smell like dog food, so they figured it was okay. Tommy had gotten a little restless, babbling towards them both, so they started rushing to give it to Tommy. Tommy kicked his feet out a bit, hitting the highchair tabletop. He made sure everyone felt his wrath as he slapped the tabletop loudly. 

Wilbur popped a few pieces of pizza in the microwave, two for himself and two for Techno. He plucked a few of the pepperonis from the pizza, pulling them apart into small pieces. He emptied the baby food onto a small plate, and put the shredded pepperonis beside it. Techno made silly faces to hush Tommy's babbling, but Tommy still made sure to smack his tabletop, waiting for food. Wilbur added in a baby spoon beside Tommy's food, figuring he wouldn't use it but wanting to give him the option anyways. He decided not to give Tommy a bib either, since skin was easier to wash than cloth. Wilbur placed the plate in front of Tommy, and Tommy immediately started to dig in, discarding the spoon to the side of the tabletop. Wilbur and Techno both sat on either sides of Tommy, making sure he didn't choke. They couldn't help but be disgusted at the combination of foods the baby was eating, though. Tommy had a handful of pepperoni in one hand, and a handful of baby food in the other. He was undoubtedly messy, the food getting all over his face and body, on the back of his wings, even. (How did it get there?) Tommy was relatively quiet while eating, though, and gave Wilbur and Techno a chance to talk. They talked about what their dad would bring them home, maybe some coloring books like he usually did. Maybe some more clothes for their roleplay-dress up they did almost every evening. They talked absent-mindedly about a few other things, about a few movies they could watch today with Tommy. It was nice, pizza for breakfast, the best nutrition, and a nice brotherly moment. 

Soon enough it had to be finished as they had both finished their slices of pizza, and Tommy had made a mess, but seemed finished. They played rock-paper-scissors over who had to clean up Tommy. Techno had lost, as he always threw scissors and never learned his lesson. Techno glared at Wilbur as he unbuckled Tommy. Tommy grabbed onto Techno's and he had to fight back a gag. Wilbur laughed at Techno, beginning washing the few dishes they made. Techno held Tommy at arms-length, and made his way into his dad's bathroom that was connected to his room. He made sure not to bump Tommy into anything. Tommy's wings flapped as he enjoyed the feeling of being mid-air. Techno laid Tommy on the floor of the bathroom, and grabbed a rag from the shower. He wet it with some warm water and a little soap. Techno debated giving Tommy a bath, but figured it was too early and he would have to spend a lot of time calming down an energetic child to be able to blow-dry his wings. Also, Tommy was a messy child, so he didn't do it. He made sure to be gentle as he talked to Tommy about everything they were gonna do today, how many toys they would play with. Tommy babbled back to him, not minding much as Techno wiped his entire body down. Tommy focused on Techno's tusks, feeling them, and giggling happily whenever Techno snorted at him. 

Once Techno had finished, he dried his damp skin with a towel, and lifted him once again. As much as Tommy despised clothes, Techno knew he would have to wear some to not get cold. He laid Tommy on the changing table, handing him a little squeaky toy to play with. He dug through Tommy's dresser, picking out a white onesie, a bright red shirt, and some black pants. The onesie and shirt both had two slits in the back, so Tommy's wings didn't feel so cramped and had full mobility. Tommy squeaked the toy, chewing on it, and Techno walked back over. "Listen, Theseus. You're gonna put these clothes on and you're gonna give me an easy time, or I'm gonna tickle you to death." Techno was obviously joking, but it wasn't like Tommy understood him anyways. Tommy just giggled, squeezing his toy in content. Techno gave Tommy a fresh new diaper, and started putting the onesie on him, carefully slipping his wings through the slits. Tommy fussed at this, kicking his feet out at Techno, but Techno didn't really mind as he just continued putting it on. Tommy babbled angrily, his wings smacking Techno's face a few times. Techno finished putting the clothes on, and looked at his little brother, a proud smile on his face. Tommy just pouted, tugging at the clothes to pull them off. "No, Tommy. Gotta keep em on," Techno verbally scolded him.

Tommy pouted a little more, babbling as Techno clipped his pacifier onto the top of his shirt. Tommy picked it up, popping it in his own mouth. He chewed on it for a moment, and then reached his hands out to Techno. Techno picked him up, and then sat him on the floor, bending to hold his hand as he got his grip. Tommy grabbed onto Techno's tail, holding it gently for a baby. Techno made sure to walk slowly, not wanting Tommy to trip. Wilbur was sitting on the couch, pulling out a few toys for Tommy to play with, and looking through their movie collection.  He had changed from his night clothes into a t-shirt, shorts, and his signature beanie. Tommy looked towards their dad's rocking chair, tapping it once with a slight frown that was covered by his pacifier. He looked over to Wilbur, waving his free hand at him. Wilbur looked up, smiling, and waving back at Tommy. "Wow! You're so handsome buddy! Techno dressed you up real nice!" Tommy giggled, causing his pacifier to fall out of his mouth. His pacifier swung down, attached to the clip on his shirt. He let go of Techno's tail, falling onto his hands and knees as he crawled over to Wilbur, sitting down beside him. 

"Imma go wash my hands and change, you look after Theseus." Techno spoke, heading towards his room. Tommy rested his hand on Wilbur's thigh, crawling himself into his lap and sitting down. He looked around at the DVD binder in Wilbur's hands, looking at all the brightly covered discs. He seemed satisfied, watching Wilbur flip through them and explaining each movie. He explained a few Disney movies like Bambi, The Lion King, and a few more. He finally settled on a movie called Milo And Otis, one of their favorites. Wilbur zipped the binder back up, and moved Tommy out of his lap. He made sure to put it on a tall shelf that Tommy couldn't reach, and started working on inputting the movie. 

Tommy babbled to himself, grabbing a few toys he could put in his mouth and chew on. He crawled around, a tiny rattle in hand, before looking down the hallway Techno had disappeared into. He looked around, and started crawling towards each door, looking at the one he had disappeared into. He propped himself up against the wall, leaning his entire chunky body into it as he reached for the handle. "Tehno?" He asked, shaking the rattle a bit more, hitting it against the wall. He wasn't expecting Techno to sneak out of the bathroom a bit further down the hall, though. Soon he was grabbed around his waist, and quickly tossed into the air. "I got you, Theseus!" Techno exclaimed, hands a little damp from washing them off. He was wearing a t-shirt and shorts, with a big red cape on, and a dress up crown. Tommy squealed as he was airborne, and then caught. He giggled, leaning into Techno, grabbing onto the front of his cape. He babbled at Techno, scolding him, booping him on the nose a few times. 

Techno just laughed, kissing Tommy's little forehead, and bringing him into the living room. He gently sat him down on a blanket on the carpet. Wilbur had just found the channel to watch the movie, and they all sat beside one another to watch it. Techno and Wilbur didn't take long to lay down on their stomachs, and start coloring. Tommy seemed amazed with the movie, pacifier going back into his mouth sometime in the middle of it. He suckled on it, shaking his rattle occasionally. He moved around, sitting on top of Techno or Wilbur's back, and moving back and forth between them. They made sure to raid the snack cabinet, grabbing bags of chips. Tommy ate cheeto puffs designed for babies, and a few other Gerber puffs he shoved into his mouth. Techno and Wilbur mostly ate yogurt pouches and packs of chips and Pringles. Tommy would spectate their coloring books, watching them color for a few minutes, but never touching. He even snagged a white crayon he chewed on for 10 minutes before Techno noticed and snatched it out of his hand. They stayed like this for a few hours, coloring, talking, and watching movies.

Eventually, they had started to get a bit cramped up since they hadn't released any energy all day. Tommy had started becoming whiny, his wings fluttering more often as he needed to release energy. He had started tugging on Techno's shirt, pointing at the door. The first few times he refused with a shake of his head, and Tommy would just whine and go back to watching TV. The hours had started mixing into each other, and it had turned late afternoon, around 4. The sun was still in the sky, though, so Wilbur and Techno decided to put up their coloring books and turn off the TV. They cleaned up their own mess, and Tommy's toys. Tommy sat on the couch, staring out the window at a white cat who sat on the porch. He thumped on the window a few times, and the cat turned, peering at him with mismatched eyes. He giggled at the cat, tapping on the window, trying to pet it. The cat mowed once, rubbing its face against Tommy's hand that was against the window. Tommy giggled wildly, and got a little fussy as he was scooped up by hands under his armpits. He looked at who had snatched him up, Wilbur. Wilbur smiled at his baby brother, "you need shoes Tommy, don't want your socks getting wet." Tommy babbled at Wilbur as he was sat on the couch, and small red velcro shoes were put on his feet. It felt weird and he kicked them a little, trying to remove them. Wilbur grabbed both of Tommy's arms, and put him on the floor. He forced Tommy to stand, holding him up by his arms. They waited at the door, Tommy stomping impatiently and babbling as he looked towards the door a bit. It didn't take long for Techno to walk in, all dressed up in his crown. He held two wooden swords in one hand, and a smaller foam sword in his other. Tommy was lifted into Wilbur's arms, propped on his hip as Wilbur opened the door for Techno to walk out. 

They looked around on the porch, looking to the multiple farm animals in the fenced-in field by their house. They mostly seemed calm, a few horses prance around, heads high. None of the farm dogs were barking, either, and the cats were calm as well. Phil had taught his boys that animals always had a second sense to mobs, and that they were very alert when anything dangerous was nearby. Tommy reached his hands towards the white cat who meowed a few times at the 3 boy's entrance to the outdoor porch. Techno set down the three swords on the porch, and reached back inside, grabbing one of the iron ones. He propped it on the wall. Wilbur nodded, approving of his idea, and then smiled. He sat Tommy down near the cat, only stating "gentle." Tommy reached his hands out, digging his hands into the fur of the cat, and petting it. The cat meowed, purring a few times as it started grooming tufts of Tommy's blonde hair that was on his forehead. 

Techno picked up one of the wooden swords, looking at it, and then Wilbur with a sly grin. Wilbur noticed the way he was looking at him, and grabbed his own. "En Garde, evil king!" He exclaimed, pointing his sword at Techno. Techno gasped, hand over heart, sword pointing at Wilbur. They walked their way off the porch, into the grass of the front yard. They had started their own little role-play, imaginations running wild. Techno was a king, who only craved to be alone and hated government. Wilbur was just an anarchist who wanted to take down Techno, just simply because he could. They ran around each other, jabbing each other with their swords, and a few of the farm animals looked over the fence to watch them play around. Tommy hadn't minded his brother's at first, too busy admiring the soft cat in front of him. The cat had eventually curled up beside Tommy, sunbathing beside him. His gaze had changed to his two brothers, yelling catching his attention. He watched them play with each other, grabbing his own little foam sword. He had just chewed on it, sitting on the safety of the wooden porch. The yelling of his two brothers had attracted one of their wolf-dogs, Gizmo, who looked over the farm. It was such a silly name for a huge dog that almost stood taller than Wilbur, but that's what you get when you have two wild boys with a huge imagination. Gizmo had walked over, sniffing Tommy and giving him a soft lick on the cheek, which made him squeal and giggle. He then made his way over to Wilbur and Techno, barking at them, his tail wagging wildly. Techno and Wilbur pointed their swords at Gizmo, and yelled in "fear" of the vicious canine that had attacked them. Gizmo chased them around, barking loudly, nipping at their heels. 

This caught Tommy's attention, as he carefully scooted his butt down the porch steps, and into the grass. His foam sword was still clutched in his hand, and he crawled towards his two brothers and dog. He babbled at Gizmo, reaching his hands out for the dog. Gizmo ran over to Tommy, and laid down on his back for tummy scratches. Tommy ran his hands through the dog's fur and giggled. Techno and Wilbur stood, mouths agape with shock. Wilbur spoke up first, "he has slayed the beast! Who will you side with, saviour Tommy?" Tommy moved his head as he heard his name, staring between Techno and Wilbur. They both had kneeled, reaching their arms out to their baby brother. Tommy looked between the two, and started crawling towards Techno. Wilbur gasped in betrayal, calling out to Tommy. "No, Tommy, how could you betray me?!" Tommy glanced at him for a second, before he was close to Techno. Tommy reached his arm up to Techno, before raising the sword and bonking Techno on the head with it. Tommy giggled wildly as Techno gasped. 

Wilbur cheered for Tommy, jumping in the air and laughing. Techno looked at Tommy, smirking. "Oh yeah, Theseus? That's your biggest mistake betraying TechnoBlade, because I'm gonna steal you and EAT YOU!" He yelled as he scooped up Tommy in his free arm, blowing raspberries into his neck. Tommy squealed and giggled, kicking his feet as he was relentlessly tickled. "Burr!" He called for his other brother in between loud squeals and giggles. "Wilbur won't come to save you, you're all mine! I'm gonna eat you for dinner!" Techno exclaimed before Wilbur stood, pointing his sword at Techno, swinging it around. "Put my little brother down, he won't be your dinner! He's too chubby and cute to be dinner!" 

Techno laughed loudly, "oh but he's an orphan, and those are my absolute favorites to eat!" He used the hand he was holding him in to tickle Tommy, who squealed once more. "Burr!" He yelled out again, calling for Wilbur. Wilbur charged at Techno, smacking his wooden sword against Techno's. They fought for a few minutes, before Wilbur jabbed Techno in the arm. Techno gasped, clutching at his heart. "No, I've been stabbed!" He sat himself down on his butt, and then laid on his back, letting Tommy wiggle out of his arms as he faked being dead. His tongue was stuck out, laying out of his mouth. Tommy squealed, crawling over to Wilbur's extended arms as he was crouched down for Tommy. Tommy crawled into his arms, and Wilbur tossed him in the air, and gave him kisses all over his cheeks when he landed. Tommy grabbed his hair, giggling and nuzzling into the kisses. After Tommy got his kisses, he looked down at Techno who was still laying on the ground. "Tehno?" He questioned as Wilbur sat him down on the ground. He crawled over to Techno, tapping his face. Techno leaned up, placing a fat kiss on Tommy's cheek. Tommy giggled once again, drool rolling down his chin. 

Wilbur and Techno were both dripping sweat, staining the neck around their t-shirts. Wilbur wiped at his forehead, panting a little. Techno sat himself, Tommy in his lap. He looked to Wilbur and spoke. "Dad is gonna kill us if we didn't eat anything a little healthy today. All we had were snacks and pizza." Tommy leaned his head into Techno's chest, nuzzling him, even though he was sweaty. Techno put his pacifier in his mouth, and he started suckling, closing his eyes as he bathed in the sun, wings spread. Techno went to pick him up, to move him into the house, but Tommy kicked him in the arm. "Ow, you little, ugh. Fine, you stay out here and don't move or I'll put you back in your crib." He laid Tommy down in a patch of soft grass, while Wilbur giggled about Techno getting "rolled" by a not even one-year old. That earned Wilbur a soft shove as the two of them walked into the house. 

Tommy rolled in the grass, absolutely loving how warm and toasty he felt. His back rubbed against the grass, eyes closed in bliss. He had almost fallen asleep before he heard a soft moo from the field close to him. His eyes opened as he sat up, the back of his shirt tinted a light green. He opened his eyes, looking around for what had made the sound. The animal mooed again, and he saw a black and white calf staring directly at him. Its head poked through the wooden boards of the fence, mooing once more as Tommy noticed him. Tommy couldn't contain his excitement as a smile plagued his face, pacifier slipping out of his mouth. He got on all fours, quickly crawling over to the fence. The calf didn't even move, mooing and reaching his head as far as his neck would allow him. It's tail swung quickly, like an excited dog. Tommy gurgled as he finally reached the calf, reaching his hands out to tap its nose. It's nose was warm and wet, and the calf licked Tommy's hand as a greeting. Tommy giggled, propping himself up by grabbing the fence, and standing on his two legs, holding the calf's head to keep himself upright. His hands ran along the calf's face, petting the white and black spots softly. The calf mooed once again at Tommy, before using his tongue to lick Tommy's face. He squealed, but in return, mimicked the cow's noise. "Mooooo!" He bounced up and down excitedly, before nuzzling his face into the calf's. His hands ran over the calf's tiny, budding horns, rubbing them curiously. 

They sat in a comforting aura, enjoying each other's company, almost like lost platonic soul mates. The comforting aura didn't last long, before the calf started wiggling his head out of Tommy's grasp, mooing a few times. Its movements were quick, and panicked, but Tommy didn't quite sense as much fear. His wings were fluffed up though, sitting higher on his back than normal. Something in the air had shifted, aura not as comforting as before in the meadow. The shadows from the trees seemed to eerily look darker than before, and the soft background noise of chirping birds were silenced. The calf eventually pulled himself away from Tommy, mooing once, before retreating back into the field in fear. Tommy fell on his butt, a bit betrayed, but mostly confused. Tommy watched his cow friend retreat, before turning around, memory of the soft grass fresh in his mind, and wanting to return. He wasn't expecting to see what he saw when he turned around, however. 

Behind him stood his father, Philza. His wings got puffier than normal, but Tommy sat in surprise for a moment. His dad was kneeled down, arms out to Tommy. He had come out of the brush a few feet behind him near the woods, darkness trailing him. Maybe it was the child-like innocence that nothing wanted to hurt Tommy, or the young ignorance he faced, but he started crawling towards him. He fought his instincts, just too giddy to see his dad after an entire day without him. As he got closer, his eyes wandered over his face, taking in every detail. It was quite a bad reincarnate of his father, lacking the belt of potions Philza always carried. The wings almost looked made out of cardboard, silver feathers no longer as fluffy and soft looking. Perhaps if he was just a bit older, he would have taken note of all the bad feelings welling up in his tummy. Or the way his "dad's" teeth were sharp canines, the way his reflection was so poor looking, it looked like Philza after looking into a blurry mirror. Tommy had almost seemed to notice the unwelcoming aura of him as he got within a foot, but it was much too late. The sharp canines bared, grabbing Tommy's arm roughly. His arm was caught in a death-grip, being pulled into him. Tommy was shocked for a moment, he had never been rough handled by his father like this. The creature pulled Tommy into his chest by his arm, encasing him with his other arm, caging him in. Tommy's instincts were off the chart, as he kicked at the creature, shoes digging into his chest. The creature wasn't phased as the wings behind him dissipated, and he reformed into his natural look. 

He was wearing a green hoodie and black pants, and a pair of questionable sneakers. He almost looked normal, except for a white, round mask covering his face. There was an eerie smiley face on his mask. His nails were painted black, and filed sharp, that dug into Tommy's flesh. Unknown to Tommy, this was an evil entity named Dreamon. Tommy babbled angrily, aiming his kicks at Dreamon's chest. He struggled to keep his hold on Tommy, Tommy's fluffy wings were now flapping quickly, still puffy from fear. "Stop, you fucking bastard." Dreamon spoke, trying to keep the child from kicking him any more while also trying to control his flailing wings and arms. Tommy didn't stop, still babbling angrily as tears started to flood his blue eyes, a few dripping down his face. Dream was quickly losing his patience, and must've slipped up the positioning of his hands. Tommy kicked his finger, bending it in an unnatural angle, which caused Dreamon to yelp and shift his hold on Tommy. He would've held his grip, but Tommy's wings batted at his smiley face mask, knocking it off, revealing his face to the sun. Dreamon hissed at the light, grabbing Tommy by the wings that had assaulted his face. He held Tommy tightly, knuckles red as he kept a death grip on his wings. "You little fucking BRAT!" Tommy didn't get a chance to brace himself as he was flung towards the ground, landing in the cow pen. He whimpered, sniffling as he started to cry, as his body hurt. 

Dreamon shook his hand wildly, trying to dull the pain in his finger as he fixed his mask with his other hand. He was determined to steal this child, and quickly hopped the wooden fence. Tommy couldn't defend himself anymore, too hurt, as he just curled into the fetal position, his wings covering his body in a weak effort to block any more brute trauma. Dreamon started stomping his way over, before pausing as he came within a few feet of Tommy. A few horses in the field started rearing and whinnying in fear of the demon. This caused a chain effect, as a few of the cows started to moo, including the calf's mother from earlier who made her way closer to Dreamon, shaking her horns at him. She felt like her calf was in danger, so she moved closer and closer to Dreamon, effectively guarding Tommy on accident. The calf walked behind his mother, before prancing to Tommy's side, sniffing him. Tommy was curled in a ball, wailing in fear and pain. Dreamon was tempted to grab Tommy and walk forward, before Gizmo and a few of the other guard dogs were alerted by the scared animals. Gizmo hopped off the porch, viciously barking and snarling as he quickly made his way to the field in a matter of seconds. Dreamon knew he was screwed, and gave a nasty look to Tommy before hopping the fence, making his way quickly to the brush. Gizmo was still hot on his heels, standing on the edge of the woods, barking and howling aggressively at the woods. The calf's mom had walked over to Tommy as well, careful to not step on him as she licked Tommy's blonde hair. Tommy shook like a leaf, but popped his head out of his protective wings. The calf licked his cheek, drinking some of his tears, before mooing a few times. 

Gizmo's barking had eventually alerted Techno and Wilbur, as they ran out of the house, slamming the door behind them. Techno had grabbed the iron sword inside, while Wilbur grabbed the one that was still discarded on the porch from earlier. They ran off the porch, towards the grass patch they had left Tommy. Their blood ran cold as they noticed their baby brother wasn't there. Wilbur started panicking, looking around, calling for Tommy. Techno snorted once, before his ears flicked in one direction. He heard the quiet wailings of his baby brother towards the animal pen, and called for Wilbur as he ran over. He saw the fluffy golden ball laying there, being comforted by two of the cows. Wilbur opened the gate, and Techno ran through it with him. They didn't bother shutting it, running towards their baby brother. The calf spooked along with his mother as Techno and Wilbur ran near them. They pranced away, snorting a few times, before watching them from afar. At the sound of footsteps, Tommy covered his head with his wings once again in fear, sobbing for his brothers. 

Wilbur made it to Tommy first, and wasted no time scooping him up. "Tommy? Tommy are you okay?" Tommy heard his brother's voice and sneaked a peek. He looked at Wilbur, and then back to Techno, before his wings unwrapped around him, moving back to his back. He wrapped his stubby arms around Wilbur's neck, digging his face into Wilbur's shoulder. One of his hands reached out to Techno, and Techno reached his hand up to grab his hand. Tommy's hand gripped Techno's finger tightly, scared of letting go. Gumdrop sized tears fell down his chubby cheeks, wetting Wilbur's shirt. Wilbur patted his back a few times, wanting to get him out of the field and back into the warm house. He gave Techno his other iron sword, and Techno carried both in his free hand. Tommy made sure not to drop Techno's finger, nudging it into his face and kissing it a few times. Tommy whimpered a few times every time Wilbur took a step and wiggled Tommy's injured body. They walked through the gate, quickly locking it to not let any animals out. Gizmo had run off into the woods, confusing the two older ones why he was barking still. Wilbur took caution walking up the steps to not wiggle Tommy too much, which muffled some of the whimpers and gasps. Once they got inside, Techno laid the swords against the wall near the door, even if they wouldn't need it again, it would be there for use.

Wilbur was careful as he walked into the kitchen, Techno not far behind him. Even if Tommy couldn't understand him, he wanted to explain himself to Tommy for his own sanity. "We're so sorry, Toms. We were making food but couldn't find your special oatmeal. We cut up some fruit really small for you though. We made you some regular strawberry oatmeal, though, do you want some?" Tommy sniffled, not answering as he dropped Techno's finger. Wilbur glanced at Techno worriedly, and stirred the oatmeal with a spoon. Wilbur tried to pull Tommy off his shoulder, but that was obviously the wrong move. Tommy started screaming bloody murder, and the tears started dripping down his face faster. He gripped tighter onto Wilbur, hands leaving small red marks. He was terrified of being separated from either of his brothers, even if it was only a one foot gap. His crying picked up, and Wilbur rubbed tiny circles into his back. "I'm sorry, Toms, we thought you would've just fallen asleep in the sun. We didn't know whatever was gonna happen… happened." He tried to soothe the baby with words, which partially worked as his cries got a bit muffled. Techno sighed, making his way around Wilbur and grabbing the bowl of oatmeal. He scooped up a little in the spoon, trying to put it in Tommy's mouth. He shied away, pushing it away with his fingers. No matter how many funny noises Techno made, Tommy would just look away, nuzzling into Wilbur's skin more. 

"He did have a lot of snacks earlier." Techno said, trying to justify the odd behavior of the baby. Every minute of trying to get Tommy to react to anything in his environment worried the older boys. They had one simple job, to watch him, and they had failed that. They knew dad probably wouldn't get too mad, as whatever had happened outside was an accident. He surely wouldn't hit the two of them either, as he always just scolded by talking it through with them and maybe taking away TV privileges if it was a bad offense. Dad would be home soon, within the hour, as darkness started covering the house in the meadow, and they had to turn a few of the lights on to keep the house from being spooky. They turned the TV on even, desperately trying to show Tommy something and get him normal. The closest they got to having him be normal was when they switched who held him. They kept themselves in the living room, laying on the couch, but would swap him in between the other. With Wilbur, Tommy gripped onto his shirt and kept incredibly close. With Techno, however, Tommy would sit on his lap, facing his chest. He would pet Techno's snout, inspecting his looks with the curiosity only a baby could have. Tommy toyed with Techno's tusks, and pet his ears gently in between small fingers. If anyone ever asked Techno, he would deny it and say he simply just wanted to keep Tommy from crying. But secretly, he enjoyed it. Most villagers and townsfolk alike looked at Techno in a different way than they did Wilbur, which isn't surprising since he looked mostly like a piglin. He did enjoy the sensitive moments, and loved how Tommy looked at him as if he was normal. Tommy spared a few smiles when he would hold Techno's ears and they would wiggle in his hands. 

They tried to play with him with toys, but he just rejected each one, kicking it to the floor, and snuggling back into one of his brothers. He rubbed his eyes like he was sleepy, but never closed his eyes long enough to even take a quick power nap. He did get scared when Gizmo started barking however. He pulled himself closer to Wilbur's lap quickly tearing up. His wings covered his body, wrapping around himself like a security blanket for a scared child. He figured it would hide him from the monsters, especially the one that he had seen today. Techno sat up, peeking through the window by the couch. He shot a worried look towards Wilbur. "It's dad." He stated, gaze averting to Tommy. Tommy poked his head out of his wings at the mention of the word, which both Wilbur and Techno took as a good sign for the moment. They heard Phil hush Gizmo with a greeting, and heard him shuffle his wings before knocking on the door. Despite the worry for Tommy, they were very excited to see dad. Wilbur had tried to take Tommy with him, but after a brief few babbles from Tommy and a couple tears, Wilbur sat him on the floor so he could cry it out. Techno and Wilbur both stood near the door, happily awaiting comforting fatherly hugs. Techno unlocked the door, turning the knob before their dad walked in. Philza looked a bit tired and worn out, hair messy, and feathers all ruffled. He had a tired smile on his face, various animal hair coating his signature green coat and green and white striped hat. His tired smile immediately brightened as he saw Wilbur and Techno, and he opened his arms wide for them to embrace him. Techno and Wilbur wasted no time, each rushing forward and wrapping their arms around him. Wilbur nuzzled his face a little deeper than Techno did, but both inhaled the comforting and homey smell of their dad. Phil wrapped his arms around his boys, nuzzling into them. Oh how he had missed their antics all day, their craziness and unique attitudes each of them had. 

Thinking of crazy, he started to wonder where Tommy would be. Normally Tommy clung to Phil like an over attached puppy, but he was nowhere to be seen at the moment. It was surely too early for the energetic baby to sleep. He stood once both boys had pulled away from the hug, taking a moment to crack his old man back. "Where's Tom-" he asked, but before he could finish the question he already had his answer. Standing on the floor all on his own, confidently was his youngest. He didn't have time to get excited about Tommy standing on his own as he noticed a critical detail. Tommy stood, wings all fluffed up, raised over his head. Blue eyes pierced into Philza's soul, and Philza resisted fluffing up his own feathers out of pure instinct. Techno and Wilbur both looked back to Tommy, and started giggling. Perhaps it did look a bit silly for this 11 month old to try and look all big and tough, but Philza knew something was wrong. Say it was his dad's intuition or his knowledge of Avian hybrids, he knew Tommy didn't feel any hilarity in this situation. He knew what Tommy was doing was something only Avian hybrids did when they felt truly in danger. It was a fear tactic, much like how a cat will fluff up its fur and stand on its toes to appear much larger than whatever is scaring it. He knew this wasn't something Wilbur or Techno could have taught him, as this isn't something normal or something they had seen Phil do. They typically stop doing it when they hit puberty, or simply just grow a fair amount and feel safe enough to deal with danger. Phil reached his arms out to Tommy, kneeling down. He fluffed up his own feathers, before shaking his wings for a moment, purely communication, he was showing Tommy he wasn't a threat. Tommy's eyes flickered over to Philza's wings, then back to his eyes. A few tears welled up in his eyes, and Philza couldn't help but pity Tommy. He was so terrified, and Philza didn't even know of what. He couldn't deny, he missed his clingy baby, and was determined to get him back as soon as possible. As Philza inched closer and closer to Tommy, he started reaching out to Wilbur for comfort. His wings batted together, slapping themselves together to create noise that would try and scare Phil away. Phil wasn't phased, and as soon as he got within arms-length, he scooped Tommy up under his armpits. Tommy started wailing at this, crying as he kicked at Philza. Phil avoided what kicks he could, not wanting to feel Tommy's rage, and not wanting any bruises when he woke up the next day. Tommy started screaming, tears gushing down his face and onto his shirt. His eyes were all puffy and red, and Philza felt terrible for him. 

He didn't know if this was his fault, but considering he was the one that Tommy was trying to get away from, he felt guilty. Tommy reached towards both Techno and Wilbur, kicking at Philza's chest still. Phil sighed, still exhausted from the day, but knew he had to fix whatever this was, whatever was going on. He put his satchel on the floor, cradling Tommy under one arm in a football hold. Tommy could no longer kick, only just crying, tears dripping on the floor. Phil pulled two things out of the satchel, two bottles of shampoo. One smelled like wood, the other an ocean breeze. He offered the wood one to Techno, and the Ocean Breeze one to Wilbur. "I'll give you the other stuff later, go ahead and take showers, I'll call you two later for something. I love you both." They both looked at their respected soaps, smiling a little. They both mumbled love yous back, before racing one another down the hall to see who would shower first. 

Phil smiled fondly at the antics of his kids, before looking at Tommy. Tommy was still crying, but no longer struggled against Phil. He just hung there, arms and legs dangling towards the floor. A mixture of tears, snot, and drool was covering his hand that he had stuffed in his mouth for comfort. Phil tsked, rubbing his hand through the boy's hair. Tommy flinched much too hard for his liking, which caught Phil off guard. Maybe a bath would soothe whatever Tommy was going through? He cooed to Tommy, touching his cheek a few times as he walked himself to his bedroom, and then into the bathroom. Tommy seemed less upset as he started craning his neck to look at Phil, touching a few of his feathers that got close enough to Tommy's grasp. Phil made sure to lock the door so Tommy couldn't rush out, and sat Tommy on the ground near the bathtub. 

Tommy curled in on himself, trying to cover himself with his wings. He teethed on his hand, whimpering softly. Phil watched him pitifully, as he turned on the water and stuffed a washcloth down the drain to stop water flowing out of the bath. He bent down, opening the bottom of the sink. He shifted through some of the bottles, and a first aid kit, before finding a bottle of bubble bath. It was scented Lavender to aid in getting the child to sleep faster and soothe him. Phil put a soft hand on Tommy, lifting him up carefully. Tommy didn't strain against him, exhausted from fighting and a lack of a daily nap. He did watch the water flow into the bath though, peeking his interest. "Wanna make the bath fluffy?" Phil asked him, unscrewing the cap and handing him the bottle. Tommy sniffed at the bottle, before grinning and cheekily dumping almost half of the bottle into the water. Phil grabbed the bottle from him before he could empty it, chuckling. "That was a bit too much mate, but it'll do. You're gonna be good and squeaky clean." Tommy giggled as he watched the soap tint the water a light purple, and bubbles started forming where the faucet met the water. He made sure to tug on Philza's coat, and point to the water, eager to show his father what he had created. 

"I know, buddy." Philza said as he gently sat Tommy down on the downed toilet cover. He started stripping Tommy of his clothing, pulling off the shirt, pants, and then the onesie. He looked shocked as to how much dirt had accumulated on the baby during the day, but even more shocked as he got to Tommy's mid-section. It was covered in a nasty purple bruise, a fresh one at that. The bruise extended from his upper chest and around his stomach. He KNEW his older boys hadn't done this, as they weren't the one Tommy was scared of. If a bystander had looked in earlier, Phil would have been accused of child abuse. Phil ran his fingers carefully over the bruise, maybe he had fallen out of his crib, or off the porch? He had no idea, but he knew he would have to add a few drops of healing potion to his bottle tonight. He was careful as he stripped the child of the rest of his clothes, as he was starting to get squirmy and reaching for the bubble bath. Phil made sure the water wasn't too hot, and carefully lifted him up, before dipping him into the water. 

Tommy squealed before sinking into the water. He sat on his behind, hands grabbing at the bubbles. Tommy picked the bubbles up in his hands, showing them off to Phil. "Daadaaa?" Phil took a few of the bubbles off of his hand, scooping them up in a finger. He poked Tommy's nose, leaving the bubbles on the tip of it. "Boop." Tommy giggled, grabbing a handful of bubbles before smacking them on Philza's face. They went everywhere, some of them managing to get on one of Philza's tucked wings. Tommy seemed to be enjoying his bath well enough, as he started splashing in the water. Phil untucked one of his wings to use it as cover from the relentless splashes, chuckling. "Alright son, that's enough splashing, you're gonna get soap on the floor and one of us is gonna slip." Tommy babbled, copying Philza's tone, but stopped splashing at least. He started to show curiosity in a particularly big patch of bubbles. Phil took this short window of time to turn around, and grab the baby soap out of the cabinet. He heard a particularly large splash, and turned around. He started to panic as he realized he couldn't see Tommy, and sat up. He could see Tommy under the water, and quickly rushed to grab him. He lifted up the baby, so his head was above the water. "Tommy??" Tommy seemed unphased at least, no coughing, no water in his lungs or any such. 

"You can't do that son, you'll drown!" Philza scolded him, but Tommy just watched him, confused. Water dripped down his forehead and off his eyelashes, and he shook his wings a tiny bit. Phil made sure not to take his eyes off Tommy as he poured soap into a washcloth. He scrubbed all of the baby's body, being gentle around the bruise. Tommy hardly struggled, smiling content as he was moved around. Phil took extra soap to Tommy's wings, and preferred his hands over the washcloth. He gently combed through the fluff with his fingers, getting them all sudsy. Tommy was extra calm with this action, not even wiggling around an inch, just calmly babbling out a few "dadas." Once Phil was finished with the wings, he poured more soap on his hand, starting to run his fingers through Tommy's blonde hair, making sure to wash it well. He didn't notice as a drop of soap dripped down into Tommy's eye, causing Tommy to push himself away from Phil. He rubbed at his eyes, whimpering a few times. Phil couldn't couldn't grab water to flush his eye out before Tommy once again dipped his head under the water, before breaching up. Phil almost panicked before feeling kinda stupid as he watched his actions. Tommy was an Avian, of course he would know how to hold his breath underwater. Much like a bird in a birdbath, Tommy was trying to clean himself. Phil still stood on guard, watching him carefully. Tommy breached up from the water soon enough, shaking his wings off. His eye was only a tiny bit red from the irritation of the soap. He looked totally exhausted though, eyes half-lidded. 

Phil laughed a little, "sorry for fussing over you buddy." Tommy reached his hands out to his dad, yawning. Phil grabbed a soft towel, wasting no time in scooping Tommy up and placing a few kisses on his cheeks. "You're all nice and clean, ya smell so good." Tommy babbled back to him, grabbing at his cheeks when he was covered in kisses. Phil used the towel to dry him a little bit so he wouldn't be freezing, and laid him in the center of the bed in a pile of blankets. "I'll be right back, you stay here." He hurried his way into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle from the drying rack next to the sink. He fixed the bottle quickly, even tossing it in the microwave to heat it up a little. He shook the mixture, making his way back to Tommy. Tommy hadn't moved, just shivering a tiny bit, his eyes had wandered back onto his dad though, eyeing the bottle in his hands. Phil smiled at him, "gimme a second mate, gotta add something so that bruise will clear up." He dug through his dresser, finding his bottle of healing potion, and dripping a few drops into the bottle. It tinted the mixture a light pink as he shook the bottle up. He sealed his potion and put it back, walking back to Tommy. Tommy had little grabby hands out, and Phil put the bottle in his mouth. Tommy knew how to hold his bottle, so that's what he did. Phil appreciated it as he was able to use both of his hands, grabbing a clean diaper out of a box near the crib. He put it on Tommy, making sure to add baby powder. He wouldn't put a shirt on him, to keep a close eye on the bruise. 

Tommy wiggled around a tiny bit, watching Phil. The bottle started to slip out of his hands and he got a tiny bit fussy, grunting at the bottle. Phil grabbed himself some clothes from his dresser, a long green nightgown and some silk pants. He made his way into the bathroom, stripping down. He kinda wanted to take a shower, but drying his wings would be too much of a burden as he was exhausted. He just put on his night clothes, slotting his wings through the slits down the back of the gown. He gave his wings a quick stretch as he opened the bathroom door, and ruffled his feathers. Tommy, still laying on the blanket, tried to copy him, but his wings were much too damp still. The bottle was only half drank, discarded to the side of him. Sure, Tommy could've just grabbed it and finished it, but he was sleepy. So, with a roll of his eyes, Phil scooped up Tommy in his arm, snuggled him into the crevice, and put the bottle to his lips. Tommy seemed to be in absolute bliss as he suckled down the liquid quickly. This had reminded Phil of what he had gotten for Tommy at the town today. He got up, dropping the bottle to Tommy's dismay, and grabbed his satchel. It didn't take him long to rummage as his fingers found the soft plush quickly. He lifted it out, and brought it to Tommy's face. It was a little crocheted cow, almost an identical model of the cow that Tommy loved so much. It was almost the same size as Tommy, completely engulfing him, but he didn't seem to mind as he lifted it by its head. He stared in its button eyes for a moment, completely enveloped before nuzzling his face into it. Tommy babbled incoherently, drooling on the cow's face. 

"You like him, Tommy? He's pretty cute, huh?" Tommy just babbled still, legs kicking in excitement. Phil took this time to gently comb through Tommy's hair and dry it with a towel, then worked his way to his wings. Tommy still babbled at his cow, he must be a good listener. Once Phil was assured he was dry enough, and his wings were all fluffy again, he tucked him under a blanket on the bed. "Don't roll off, stay right here. I'm gonna go get Techno and Wilbur." He made sure to glance at him for a second more before making his way out of his room. He swiftly walked in the living room, and then down the hall. He didn't hear the shower running, so he figured they were both out of it. He walked up to Techno's room, making sure to knock on the door. He heard Techno and Wilbur inside, and smiled fondly as they giggled for a moment. "Come in, Dad." Phil turned the handle, letting himself inside. He wasn't phased as he watched Wilbur and Techno both criss-cross on his bed, both in sleep ware. He watched Wilbur braid Techno's damp hair, that was very long and almost down to his shoulders, even in a braid. They both looked to their dad, each giving a wave and a smile, even Wilbur who had a thick handful of Techno's hair. 

Phil rubbed his hands together before asking them a question. "Would you two possibly wanna sleep in my room tonight? You don't have to, I respect your privacy. I just figured maybe you'd want to, since we didn't spend any time together today? Tomorrow I'll make some pancakes for breakfast, and whatever you guys want for lunch and dinner. I got some movies too?" He seemed like he was trying to convince himself more than them. Truth was, his boys were growing up, and as he loved them with all of his heart, he hated watching it. He also had a thick lace of guilt in his tone, mostly from leaving them alone all day. Wilbur and Techno quickly caught on to the guilt, before looking to one another and quickly nodding. "Yeah, we will sleep with you, dad." Wilbur stated, tying one final hair tie at the bottom of Techno's braid. 

Wilbur grabbed his crocheted blue sheep he had with him since he was little, his name was Friend. Friend had been sitting in his lap beside Techno's hair. Techno grabbed his crown from off his table, and pushed it into his hair. They both scooched off of Techno's bed, pair of feet and hooves touching the ground. They laced their fingers together before following Phil. Phil couldn't be more ecstatic as he walked his way down the hall, turning off any lights. He opened his bedroom door, pulling a few extra blankets out of the closet. His bed was a king size, so it had no trouble holding the four of them. Phil placed swift kisses on Wilbur and Techno's foreheads as they got into bed. Techno scooped up Tommy, who had fallen asleep clutching his cow. They became situated, scooting around one another without waking Tommy up. Phil tossed the blankets on the bed before climbing in the left side of it. 

The order was as followed, Phil on the left side of the bed, laying on his side, facing his kids. Wilbur was next, then Techno, both facing their dad. Tommy was sprawled out over all three of them, wiggling around in his sleep. They were all content soon enough, eyes closing. Phil watched his boys fall asleep, loving each one as much as the day he had first met them. He yawned one last time before unfolding one of his wings, and laying it over the three of them like a canopy. He thought about how much he loved each of them, and how he would go to the ends of the earth and back for each one. Silence soon enough filled the house, along with the snores of four sleepy boys.