A New Addition - Sleepy Bois Inc AU

~ Memories ~

Phil walked towards the office door, grasping the handle.

Right be before he exited, he turned towards Dr. Clay. "Thank you for helping him."

Dr. Clay looked at Phil and he smiled. "Of course, it's my job after all."

Phil chuckled and he left the room with a smile.

Phil began to think as he exited the building and sat on the nearest bench, getting ready for his stroll back home.

"Tubbo, why do you have to be so complicated." Phil muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Phil loved the kid, but he didn't know what to do with him.

The kid had only been with them for a month and he's already putting stress on Phil.

Phil wouldn't mind killing the person who made this innocent child so fucked up, but they needed to find him first.

But so far, these sessions aren't doing any good.

. . .

"TAG!" Tommy's voice echoed through the living room as he violently nudged Wilbur's back. "YOU'RE IT!"

Wilbur smiled in response, getting up from his seat. "Oh, you're fuckin asking for it-" he darted towards his little brother, trying to catch the little gremlin.

Tubbo giggled from his seat, taking a break from playing with his toy piano.

A hand was placed of Tubbos shoulder, making him jump. He looked up and was met with Techno's beady eyes and a smile.

"You doin okay, bud?" He spoke roughly, taking a rest next to the small boy.

Tubbo nodded with a smile. He wasn't scared of Techno, he was actually very fond of him. "Yep! Wilbur was just trying to teach me the keys on this thing." Tubbo held up the small toy.

Techno chuckled. "Are you getting the hand of it or is it still confusing?"

Tubbo looked at the keys, his smile faltering ever-so-slightly. "Not really, they're super hard, Techno."

Techno placed a hand if Tubbos back, giving it a slight pat. "You'll get it eventually, bud. Don't worry about it."

Tubbo looked at older and smiled, grateful for having such a wonderful big brother figure.

The front door opening shut all of the boys up from their laughter and ruckus.

Phil stood in the doorway with a smile on his face and papers in his hand.

Once everyone figured he was in a good mood, they all said their hellos and went back to doing what they were doing.

Phil sighed, though he was happy. He was happy that his kids are turning out good.

Wilbur chaising Tommy around the house, trying to win a never-ending game of tag. Techno teaching Tubbo an easier way to memorize the keys in his toy.

It seems Tubbo brought some sort of peace to their usually hyper and chaotic family.

Phil smiled, walking ino the kitchen so he could prepare dinner.

He rummaged through his cupboards trying to find anything he could make his boys, only finding some potato soup he could make.

Phil sighed. He really needed to go shopping but was putting it off due to their lack of money.

He grabbed the measly bag of potato soup and started to cook, warning his boys not to come into the kitchen.

As he poured the soup onto the designated bowls, he started thinking once more about this boy he was housing.

I could adopt him, right? From what I'm gathering, he's smart for his age, he would know what it means to be in an orphanage.. I don't know what to do-

"DAD!" One of his sons screaming lied him from his thoughts.

Phil looked at Techno, the one who yelled for him. He had a worried look on his face.

"Tubbo caught his finger in a mouse trap." He spoke, looking away from his father.

Phil sighed and he laid the bowls of soup on the table, then followed Techno to Tubbo.

And there he was, next to the fireplace with two fingers being smashed in their mouse trap. Tears were slowly filling Tubbo's bright eyes, though he held them back.

"Tubb-"

"A-Are you mad, Phil?" Tubbo asked from the distance, though Phil was only able to respond with, "What?".

Tubbo bit his lip and Phil walked up to him.

As the man raised his hand, I felt the hand sting my cheek. It was a rough hand, reeking of the foul liquid he always drank.

Disgusting old man . . . No- I couldn't think that of him. I have to make him happy.

Remember, don't cry. He hates it when you cry.

That same stinging feeling hit all over. My arm, my leg, and my cheek again.

It's hurts . . .

"It hurts . . ." Tubbo spoke quietly, the flashback hitting him like a rock.

Phil was removing the metal trap from his small fingers with a calm expression.

"Wilbur, go get me two Band-Aids, please." Phil spoke as he hid Tubbos aching hand in his.

The older man looked at the small boy with a warm smile. Tubbo smiled back, wiping the tears he didn't know dropped.

Wilbur came behind Phil and handed him two Band-Aids.

"Are you going to hurt me?"

"Not on purpose, no."

"C-Can you?"

"What?"

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