Work Text:
The woman cradled the crying baby in her arms, “Are you sure you want to do this your majesty?”
The king, Phil, nodded, his eyes looking to anything but the woman holding his newborn son, “Take him.”
The woman nodded and walked out of the castle.
Leaving without another word.
Phil took a deep breath as tears tracked down his cheeks.
He just... couldn’t see Tommy. Not after what happened.
He took one more shuddering breath, trying to look strong as he opened the door. His two adopted sons were seated outside of the room. The older of the two twins, Wilbur, was fiddling with his fingers. The younger twin, Techno was simply staring.
When Wilbur heard the door open, his head shot up and his eyes sparkled, “Are they here? Is mom okay? She was screaming and-“
Phil bent down and put a hand on each of his boy’s shoulders, “Boys I’m... I’m so sorry... Your mother died while giving birth.”
The 10 year olds’ faces shifted to shock.
“She’s-She’s...” Techno began.
Phil nodded as tears threatened to spill again.
“Did they-did they make it dad? Where are they?” Wilbur asked as he held back tears.
Phil pulled his boy’s into a hug and shook his head, “I’m so sorry...”
Wilbur let out a choked sob and screamed into his father’s robe. Clinging onto him with white knuckles.
He was so excited to have a little sibling. He wanted to play them guitar and teach them. He wanted them to come to him when they were scared and cuddle them when they had a nightmare. He wanted to protect them from bullies and show that big brother Wilbur would always be there for them.
Now he’s lost his mother and his sibling. And he continued to scream. His throat scratching with the heart wrenching sounds.
He knew he wasn’t the only one suffering. He knew Techno was silently crying next to him. Techno doesn’t cry. He didn’t cry when their parents shunned them and left them for dead. His face was steely and accepting. Already figuring out how to survive and keep his older twin safe. Wilbur’s only seen him cry one time.
When Phil offered to adopt them.
It surprised all of them. Techno was blank faced as always, but tears were dripping down his cheeks and a tiny smile tugged at his lips.
Wilbur was bawling when it happened and thanking Phil of course but Techno just gave him a nod.
Now here they are again, sobbing into Phil’s robe. This time without a mom. This time with another piece ripped away.
Their father was hugging them tightly. Whispering how he was sorry.
Why he was saying that? They didn’t know.
It wasn’t like it was his fault.
————————————————————————————
“Dad?” Wilbur sniffled, his voice hoarse, eyes completely out of tears to cry.
Phil hummed and pulled away from the hug.
“What... what is their name?” Wilbur asked quietly.
Phil gave him a sad smile, “His name is Thomas.”
Wilbur smiled as he hiccuped. A sad sort of smile.
That was the name he came up with when his dad asked for suggestions. Well, he said ‘Tommy!’ But his father said that’s more of a nickname but he could still be called that. If it was a boy. Techno came up with a girls name.
Phil squeezed their shoulders, “Come on... we have to announce everything to the kingdom.”
Wilbur hiccuped again but nodded. Sparring a glance to Techno. He had tear tracks and his hair was sticky from them. Pink hair stuck to his face as he wiped it away. His expression mostly blank but leaning to sadness. His mouth slightly open, trying to gather calm breaths that were stuttering.
Techno wanted a sibling too.
Wilbur was definitely more emotional and so outwardly excited. Coming up with a bunch of ways for him to hang out with their new sibling. Wilbur even got Techno to make a list of things he could do.
He could teach them to fight. Play swords. He could read to them. Maybe they’d sit quietly and enjoy some time together. Maybe he’d even tag along with Wilbur and let them bring out his more chaotic side. Making messes and breaking rules. Techno wanted to protect them. He failed...
Wilbur and his eyes met. Maybe it was a twin thing but Wilbur’s eyes hardened.
Somehow knowing exactly what Techno was thinking and letting his eyes tell him he should stop that train right then and there.
Techno gave a tiny nod and Wilbur looked away. He left a hand out stretched and Techno took it.
He wasn’t usually a physical touch type of person. But for his twin, it was a way of assuring they still had each other. They held hands a lot when on the streets. Making sure everyone knew exactly who they belonged with.
Each other.
They’ll never have another little hand in theirs.
————————————————————————————
Phil stood out on the balcony, wings tucked in behind him. Wilbur and Techno stood behind and to either side of him. Looking out at the crowd. The crowd all wore smiles, ready to begin the celebration. Music was playing and people were dancing.
The difference between the silent, somber castle and loud, excited crowd was giving the twins an emotional whiplash.
“Dear citizens!” Phil began, his voice echoing through the city the best it could.
The crowd began to silence but there were stills cheers and yelps.
“It is my deepest regret that we must inform you... The Queen and her son, Prince Thomas Craft, died during childbirth.”
The crowd let out a string of gasps. Instruments falling to the ground and flags dipping down.
The crowd was completely silent.
“Our kingdom will take this day to mourn. But we assure you, even in these trying times, your rulers will not falter! I, as king, will assure to set my emotions to the side when I must, and ensure the kingdoms safety and health! Thank you all for coming to celebrate your prince and queen. We are grateful for your support. Please return to your duties. Take care of your families. Thank you.”
The crowd murmured. Beginning to shuffle on towards their daily routines. Spreading the message about their little prince.
————————————————————————————
Somewhere in the city, a woman laid a blonde boy down in a cradle. Tucked between a few other cradles with children in them. The name ‘Thomas’ hanging off the cradle’s edge.
————————————————————————————
The Craft Family mourned. The loss of two of their beloved family members. Wilbur never even got to see Tommy. His father saying there was no reason to torture himself that way. Techno agreed with him. So Wilbur dropped the subject.
He immediately ran into his room. Slamming the door behind him. He sat heavily onto his bed. His face in his hands. He still sobbed, his eyes were dry but his body shook. Slowly, he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled something out.
It was a little crochet plush of a sheep. The wool a deep blue. His mother taught him how to crochet. He had asked her to help him make something for his new sibling. She taught him the best she could. He took the things she taught him and made his own pattern up.
He wasn’t great. One leg was longer than the others. Its ears weren’t sewn on correctly. One standing up straight and the other floppy. The eyes weren’t even. One closer to the nose and further down than the other side.
But he made it. It wasn’t perfect but hey? Who’s a baby who can’t do anything to judge?
He thought Tommy would love it. Now he will never even get to see it...
Wilbur wonder’s what color the boy’s eyes were. Blue? Brown?
Did he have wings like Phil?
What would he have been like?
More like Techno? Strong and silent.
Or like him? Loud and playful.
Maybe like Phil? Kind but willing to do what it takes.
Maybe he would be like all of them.
Wilbur rubbed his fingers over the wool. Smiling slightly at the softness.
He clutched the sheep to his chest and laid down. His body shaking with sobs as he squeezed his eyes shut.
Holding the sheep like it was his lifeline. Any connection to his baby brother.
Even if Tommy’s fingers never touched it. Never felt its softness. Never felt the bumps and uneven stitches. It was still Tommy’s sheep.
Tommy’s little friend that Wilbur made him.
Hoping it would become the sibling’s favorite.
He could almost picture the boy running around with it. Taking it with him wherever he went. Making it dirty and having to wash it. Maybe never getting the dirt stains out but that only showed it was loved.
Tommy will never get to love. Nor feel love.
Wilbur buries his face into the wool. Crying for memories that were never meant to be.
————————————————————————————
10 years later-
Tommy walked through the crowd. His wings tucked away into his back. Unseeable until he released them again. Hybrids weren’t an issue. Just he... he doesn’t like them. Every time he sees them he sees a weird image of a woman. Then a blonde haired man. Feathers behind him. The man didn’t look happy. He looked like all the other emotions. Angry, sad, confused.
Then the man disappears and Tommy remembers being in unfamiliar arms.
Tommy doesn’t like his wings cause they always make him picture that man. He couldn’t give you any detail other than blonde male with wings. Which wasn’t exactly common but not rare either.
It also makes Tommy a bigger target. And he prefers to stay hidden when on outings like this.
Tommy scanned the crowd. Looking for any unsuspecting people.
There. A man with brown curly hair and a trench coat.
Tommy wasn’t wearing a coat. The orphanage didn’t have enough money to buy all the kid’s winter clothes and he always said ‘I can cover up with my wings.’
Which yes, yes he could. But he didn’t feel like doing that. So today, he was on his normal journey of pickpocketing. Trying to scrounge up enough money to keep himself fed and clothed. It wasn’t like the orphanage treated him badly or anything. They just didn’t have the funds.
Tommy runs up ahead of his unsuspecting prey and starts walking towards them.
Tommy intentionally walks in his way and they bump into each other. Tommy falling to the ground while this super tall dude sputters.
Tommy rubs the back of his head and looks up, “Sorry mister!”
The man just shakes his head, looking concerned as he holds a hand out, “No, no. I’m sorry. I should have been looking where I was going.”
Tommy took his hand and the man helped him up, “‘s alright. Uh, bye!”
And with that, he bolted away. Weaving through the crowd with practiced ease.
————————————————————————————
Wilbur blinked as he watched the kid disappear into the crowd. Seemed like a nice kid. Around Tommy’s age to-
Wilbur mentally slapped himself.
No, nope, not today, thank you! Not going down THAT depressing spiral again.
He just wants to go to Niki’s bakery without dealing with all the people crowding around him. Tommy’s birthday would be soon and people always tried to give him gifts.
Which, don’t get him wrong, he appreciates and loves his citizens. But it just makes it worse. When he had first died, the entire kingdom sent letters about how sorry they were and Wilbur had to watch as his dad shuffled through thousands and replied to them with ‘thank you’s.’
So today he’s wearing a normal outfit. Nothing fancy but clearly nice.
He made his way into Niki’s bakery.
The bell chimed and Wilbur could hear something fall onto the floor from the kitchen. In a few seconds Niki appeared through the swinging door, flour all over her.
“Hey Wil! The usual?” Niki asked, already pulling out a pastry.
Wilbur nodded then stopped. Maybe he could get that kid something too? Looking back on the encounter, he looked rather malnourished.
“Actually, make it two. And a muffin please.” Wilbur added.
Niki raised a brow but got his order. Placing it in a bag.
“That’ll be 6 coins please.” Niki said with a smile.
Wilbur reached into his pocket, freezing when he noticed his coin pouch missing. He was sure he brought it with him? He never forgets. Could he have dropped it? When would he have-
“That kid stole my money!” Wilbur shouted.
Niki threw her head back in a laugh, “Ah! The great Wilbur got mugged by our local child huh?”
“Apparently! Wait, you mean you know of him?”
Niki nodded, “Do me a favor Wil. Don’t have him arrested.”
Niki was a good friend and one of the only people who knew Prince William liked to go out as a citizen.
Wilbur just shook his head and raised his hands, “Wasn’t planning on it. I assumed the kid needs it. Actually why I wanted an extra pastry and muffin. Thought he looked a bit malnourished.”
Niki nodded, a sad look on her face but she kept a smile, “Yeah. I don’t even know his name but he steals a bit from around here. I leave out muffins and things for him every now and then. Don’t think he’s noticed it’s on purpose yet.” Niki chuckled.
“Does he... does he live on the street?”
Niki shook her head, “No. I’ve seen him running into the orphanage before. Handing the smaller kids the muffins he ‘stole’ from me. The orphanage doesn’t get much money so I think he steals to help out. Most of us here just turn a blind eye. Making sure not to carry anything too valuable. Or simply being wary. He knows when people are being careful. Pretty sure I’ve even seen him return things that were clearly of more sentimental value.”
Wilbur smiled, “Sounds like a good kid.”
Niki nodded, “He is. Just had a hard life. Still has one I suppose.”
Wilbur hummed in thought. Maybe he could make the kid’s life just a bit easier. Make sure he eats properly too and doesn’t just take care of the other kids.
“Sooooo...” Niki drawled.
Wilbur blinked, coming back down to reality, “Oh yeah. I’ll pay you back?”
Niki chuckled, “Nah. I know what you’re going to do. Don’t tell the kid I’m giving him the stuff for free.”
Wilbur nodded thankfully and grabbed the bag of goods, “Thanks Niki. See you later!”
Niki waved, “Bye Wil!”
The door closed with another ring and Wilbur made his way into town. He thinks he knows where the orphanage is. He can only hope the kid is there.
————————————————————————————
Tommy peaked into the coin pouch he just nabbed.
There were 50, FIFTY! Coins in there!
That’s enough to get him a coat! But... winter is here and they might run out of food... he’ll save it in case he needs to get the other kids something to eat. Or maybe they’ll rip their coats and need a new one.
He decides today’s haul was worth taking back sooner rather than later and started his walk back to the orphanage. Carefully sneaking past Niki’s bakery and nabbing a muffin that was sitting out on a window.
She really must be confused why muffins keep disappearing. Tommy snickered to himself at the thought.
Hey? She was helping the needy.
————————————————————————————
Tommy arrived back at the orphanage, heading to the back play area.
“Tommy!” The little kids all shouted and ran up to him.
“Hey guys! You been good?”
“No!” They all shouted with glee.
Tommy chuckled, “Awesome!”
He took out the muffin and began to break it off into tiny pieces. The kid’s huddling around him and waiting for their turn to grab a piece.
There was one kid left.
Only about 5. The five year old boy looked at him with a hint of embarrassment. Tommy knew he was new here. Only arrived a few days ago. Tommy hadn’t gotten the chance to talk to him much but clearly the kid gained the courage to talk to who the other kids considered their hero.
“Hey. You want some?” Tommy asked.
The kid nodded but his eyes were stuck to the floor.
Tommy laughed and looked down at the muffin, ready to break off another piece. Sadly there wasn’t one to break off. It was the last piece.
Tommy’s stomach grumbled and he couldn’t help the small frown pulling down on his lips. He quickly turned it to a smile and handed the kid the muffin. He was about to usher the kid away but he heard grass crunch.
————————————————————————————
Wilbur took a bit to find the orphanage. But once he did, he went to the front to find someone to help him.
“Hello mister! How can we help you?” A woman said. She had curly and puffy white hair.
“Oh um... I’m looking for a blonde boy. Blue eyes. Maybe around 10?”
The lady tilted her head, “You looking to adopt or foster? What’s your name?”
Wilbur sputtered, “Uh- no ma’am. I just saw him out today and wanted to give him some food.” Wilbur lifted the bag of pastries, “Oh and my name is Wilbur.”
The lady grabbed it and looked through, “Oh are these from Niki’s?” She asked.
“Yeah. The kid kinda... stole my money.” The woman looked a bit scared before Wilbur quickly added, “He looked like he needed it though so I’m not mad! Just wanted to help out.”
The woman smiled, “Alright. That does sound like the kid.” She chuckled, “Always shows up with something new. I’m Puffy by the way.”
Wilbur smiled with her, taking the bag of food and following her through the building. They eventually went outside to a fenced off area. Wilbur could see playground sets but no kids playing on it. Then he saw the boy. Up on a hill talking with quite a few kids. He was giving them something. As Wilbur narrowed his eyes he could see it was a muffin.
Then most of the kids ran away. Only one remaining. The blonde was talking to the much smaller boy and he bent down to eye level.
Wilbur watched with awe as the boy handed the last piece of muffin over. It was clear in his face he didn’t get any to eat himself. But he was plastering on a smile for the kid.
Wilbur smiled. The woman looked at him with some kind of knowing look and Wilbur just blinked.
“What?” He asked.
The woman snorted, dismissing him with a wave, “Nothing, nothing.”
Wilbur just looked at her confused but he was approaching his destination.
As soon as the kid heard his foot steps, he spun around and stepped in front of the smaller boy.
The kid’s eyes widened, “Oh uh... hi mister. Sorry about running into you earlier?” It was ended as a question.
More like asking ‘Do you know?’
Wilbur just smiled, “You mean steal my money?”
The kid’s eyes blew even wider and he was quick to usher the boy away.
As soon as the kid was out of ear shot he turned and glared at Wilbur, “What do you want?” He snarled.
Wilbur put his hands up, “I just wanted to give you something.” Wilbur pulled open the bag and pulled out a pastry and muffin, “Thought you looked hungry.”
Wilbur tossed the muffin and the kid caught it, inspecting it.
“Not poisoned is it?” The boy questioned suspiciously.
Wilbur laughed, “No?! Why would I poison you?”
The boy waved the muffin around in the air, “I don’t know? Maybe because I stole your money? I’ll... I’ll give it back. Just don’t call the guards.”
Wilbur stopped laughing and looked at him with a smile, “Oh no, you can keep it. I’m good. Trust me. I’m plenty rich.”
The boy just raised a brow, taking a bite of the muffin, “Thanks I guess.”
Wilbur nodded, “No problem. What’s your name kid?”
“Not a kid.” The boy said, speaking with a mouthful of muffin like a child would, “And my name’s Tommy.”
Wilbur’s breath hitched. Why’d it have to be Tommy?
He quickly plastered on a smile, “Nice name.”
Tommy shrugged, “What’s yours?”
“My name’s Wilbur.”
“Weird name.”
Wilbur put his hand on his heart in mock hurt, “My feelings.”
Tommy took another bite of the muffin, “Destroyed by an orphan. Truly the lowest point in your life.”
Wilbur laughed and Tommy smiled. He wasn’t getting pity looks from Wilbur. He appreciated that.
“So,” Wilbur began, “I noticed you gave everyone else that muffin earlier. Have you eaten yet?”
Tommy held up the muffin, “Eating now aren’t I?”
Wilbur’s expression fell into a frown, “So you wouldn’t have eaten if I hadn’t brought something?”
Tommy shrugged, “Would have gotten dinner. Skipped lunch and breakfast though.”
Wilbur needs to look into orphanage funding.
“How ‘bout this.” Wilbur began, “I’ll bring you something to eat every now and then and you tell me a bit more about yourself.”
Tommy just raised a brow. He would have declined but who’s he to pass up free food?
“Sure.”
Wilbur smiled and sat down next to a tree. Tommy sitting down a couple feet away.
“So, whats you’re favorite color?” Wilbur started.
“Red. Yours?”
“Blue. Though I do like yellow a lot too.”
“Nice.”
They fell into an awkward silence.
“What about animal?” Wilbur continued.
“Cows are pretty cool.”
“Cows? Seriously?”
Tommy shrugged, “They’re just cool. Much more intelligent then we give them credit for.”
Wilbur hummed, “Mine’s probably sheep.”
“And you were judging MY favorite animal when your’s is a sheep?!” Tommy grinned.
“Sheep are cool! They have wool and are very useful.” Wilbur defended, crossing his arms like a child, “Next question! Favorite food?”
Tommy shrugged, “Guess I like apples.”
“Seriously?”
“Oh you are not judging my favorite food when your’s is probably bland like- like a potato or something.”
“Eh. That’s more Techno’s thing.”
“Who?” Tommy blinked, that name was familiar...
“What?”
They stared at each other for a bit. Then burst into laughter.
“Fine then, keep your secrets.” Tommy said as he finished off the muffin, standing up.
“Where are you off to?” Wilbur questioned.
“I’m done eating so our little secession is over.” Tommy said.
Wilbur frowned but then brightened, standing up, “Alright then. See you... next week probably. Bye child!” Wilbur waved and started running off.
“Not a child!” Tommy yelled after the snickering man.
————————————————————————————
Wilbur hummed to himself, a smile still on his face as he made his way back into the castle.
“What’s got you in such a good mood?”
Wilbur nearly jumped out of his skin.
He put a hand over his heart and bent down, “Techno- Why would you DO that?”
Techno shrugged and sat up from where he was leaning on the doorway, “Don’t tell me you’ve gotten old like Phil.”
“No but you’re so quiet!”
“No, you’re just loud and unobservant.”
“... Fair.”
“But seriously? What’s got you all cheery this time of year.”
Wilbur’s smile faltered for a second before pulling it back, “Just had a good day is all.”
“Mmhmmmmm” Techno said, obvious disbelief in his tone.
Wilbur rolled his eyes and continued his trek to his room.
“Dinner is in a few minutes!” Techno called.
————————————————————————————
Once Wilbur made it to his room, walking to a large chest and opening it. Inside is a large amount of coins. He takes out an extra coin pouch and starts filling it up. Barely making any kind of dent in the chest before he closes it.
He gets dressed into more formal clothes and makes his way to the dinning room.
It was quiet in the castle.
Especially this time of year. It was clear the royal family preferred the silence. So, the workers tended to stay away. Doing everything quietly and staying out of sight.
Wilbur loves and hates it. When he’s crying and wallowing he prefers to be alone. But at the same time, all the people distract him.
He doesn’t know which one he wants to do.
Part of him feels like he owes his mother and Tommy a day for him to be sad and cry.
Part of him thinks that’s silly. That he should never make himself sad when he doesn’t need to be.
There was nothing he could do.
Still, he allowed himself at least some time to cry. Not yet. But soon.
————————————————————————————
Wilbur made it to the table and sat down. Techno coming out with a plate of baked potatoes.
Wilbur snorted as he started putting in other ingredients.
Techno raised a brow, “What’s so funny?”
“Just you and potatoes.” Wilbur responded, thinking about his talk with Tommy.
“They’re good.” Techno said seriously.
Wilbur laughed and Techno gave a tiny smile.
It was nice. They both knew what the other was feeling. But they keep it to themselves. Distracting each other cause no one else is around.
Not even Phil.
Phil he... well the boys don’t really know what happened to him. He was still a great dad. Spent loads of time with them, especially after everything. But during this time, he keeps himself locked in his room. Wilbur doesn’t push.
But also... Phil still is different. Even when he’s with them he always seems sad. Like he can never let go of something. He never wants to talk about Thomas. But he’ll constantly mention his wife. Reminiscing.
Maybe because happy memories are better than ones that will never happen.
So tonight, the past few, and probably future as well, they dine alone.
As brothers.
————————————————————————————
When dinner was finished Wilbur headed back to his room. Grabbing his guitar and going to the roof.
He sat with his legs dangling off the edge. Staring at the stars above as he messed with his guitar.
It was midnight.
Wilbur took a deep breath, strumming sad and slow notes on his guitar.
“Happy birthday to you...
Happy birthday to you...
Happy birthday dear Tommy...
Happy birthday to... you.”
Wilbur sighed, placing his guitar to the side and staring up at the night sky again.
He wondered if Tommy could hear him.
————————————————————————————
Somewhere in the city, a blonde boy hummed to himself. The orphanage didn’t have enough money for a big celebration. So he knew he wasn’t getting anything.
The kid’s might give him some crafts or something.
Which he cherishes. But nothing more.
He softly sang to himself.
“Happy birthday to me...
Happy birthday to me...
Happy birthday to me-e...
Happy birthday to me.”
Tommy wondered if anyone out there was listening.
————————————————————————————
It was next week and Wilbur decided to grab a few apples. An entire bag of them actually. They’re cheap and he knows Tommy is going to just give them to the other kids before he eats one. So of course he makes sure to get plenty.
When he walks in, Puffy is quick to point him outside again. Not even questioning the sack full of apples.
Wilbur thanks her and is on his way.
Tommy is sitting on top of the hill, soaking up the sun.
Wilbur walks up, Tommy shooting up when he hears the steps but quickly lowers his guard when he sees Wilbur.
Not completely lowered though.
Wilbur waved the bag in the air, “I brought apples!”
He handed the bag to Tommy who quickly checked them all over.
Then he just shouts
Wilbur covers his ears and looks at Tommy with confusion but he’s got a smirk.
In one second they hear stampeding feet as children run at him.
They walked right past Wilbur and stood in a sideways line, facing Tommy.
They all had their hands up in a salute. Tommy walked with his hands behind his back and his spine straightened, “Alright trouble makers!”
“Sir Yes Sir!” They chanted, some giggling.
“Here’s the fuel you need for your missions. Do you remember what your assignments?”
The kid’s all nodded frantically.
“Laundry crew, step forward!” Tommy shouted.
A small group of kids took a step. Hands still in a salute.
He surveyed them, “Very good! You’re free to retrieve your rations.”
The group eagerly and chaotically went towards the bag. Ripping it open and grabbing one apple each.
“Dusting crew, step forward!”
Another group.
Tommy walked in front of them, “Very good! Retrieve your rations.”
The bounced forward. Grabbing one each like the others.
“Sweeping crew, step forward!”
The rest stepped forward.
Tommy walked up to one, squinting his eyes, “You’re the one who broke the broom last week...”
The kid gulped.
Tommy’s serious expression broke into a grin, “Very good solider. But we do need to keep our cover here. Careful not to break the equipment.”
The kid beamed and nodded eagerly.
“Receive your rations!” Tommy yelled.
They jumped forward. Digging into the bag like the others.
Wilbur just watched in awe. Tommy got along with the kids so well. He was kind and willing to do whatever it takes. Just like Phil.
In the end, there was none left.
Seems Wilbur miscalculated.
“Well. Seems like our time is up.” Tommy said with a somewhat sad smile.
Wilbur just chuckled, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a spare apple, “Thought you might have tried to give them all away. So I saved one.”
Tommy looked at him in shock, “Y-you saved one? For me? What about you?”
Wilbur raised a brow, reaching into his other pocket and pulling out another one.
“This must have cost a lot...” Tommy said.
Wilbur shrugged, taking a bite and throwing Tommy the other apple, “Like I said. Very rich.”
Tommy took a bite and hummed, sitting down next, “Thanks...”
Wilbur smiled, “It’s no problem really. I’m glad I can help. You taking care of the other kids is really great you know?”
Tommy seemed to appreciate the praise, his face lifting in a genuine smile, “You really think so?”
Wilbur nodded, “Yeah it was awesome. Some adults can’t even get kids to listen to them. But you have them wrapped around your finger. What was that whole thing about a ‘mission’?”
“Oh the mission is something I came up with a bit ago. We’re all on a mission here. Spy, survive, whatever we feel like. One’s ‘mission’ ends when they are adopted. Signing the papers means their mission is complete. Their allowed to go home.”
Wilbur felt his heart squeeze. Tommy came up with that?
Wilbur couldn’t help but think, what about Tommy? He’s the leader. The guider.
Would his mission ever be complete?
Wilbur was broken out of his thoughts when he saw Tommy shiver. It took him a moment to notice that he didn’t have on any kind of cloak. All the other kids did? Why didn’t he?
“Hey Toms? Do you not have a coat or something?” Wilbur let the nickname slip easily.
Tommy felt a bit of heat rise in his cheeks but he quickly shook his head, “No. Can’t afford one.”
“You stole 50 coins from me yesterday.” Wilbur pointed out.
Tommy shrugged, “Other things to buy with it.”
Immediately, Wilbur started taking off his jacket. He threw it at Tommy.
“I don’t want your jacket big man.”
“For my own sanity please wear the jacket.”
“But what about yo-“
“I’m fine. Perfectly fine. I’ve got on a sweater. The coat was a bit overkill.”
Tommy hummed, slowly pulling the jacket over his shoulders. Curling into it.
Wilbur almost cooed at the sight as his huge coat practically swallowed the small blonde.
They were silent for a few minutes. Just him and Tommy eating. When finally Tommy broke the silence.
“Why are you being nice to me?”
His voice sounded distant. He wasn’t even looking at Wilbur.
Wilbur hummed in thought, “Well I don’t like seeing kids who need help.”
“I don’t need help.” Tommy hissed.
“Tommy. You aren’t in good health. And I could fix that. So I did. Seems like decency.”
Wilbur didn’t tell him it’s also because he’s the prince. So of course he’s going to care about a malnourished child. That’s one of his citizens.
“Well... Just- Thanks I guess.” Tommy threw the apple core down and started shrugging off the jacket.
“Keep it.” Wilur said. Even surprising himself.
Tommy blinked at him, “Wilbur I can’t take all this from you-“
“I insist.” Wilbur pressed.
Tommy just sighed, running off to play with the other kids.
Wilbur watched Tommy disappear into the crowd of kids and stood up. The coat was way too big on the kid so he knew he’d have to get another one. He quickly walked to Puffy and asked about Tommy’s size.
Then he headed to the shops. Tommy liked red so... why not a nice red coat?
He handed the person the rest of the money in his coin pouch then sighed. Looks like he needs to restock again.
————————————————————————————
Wilbur started coming back ever week. Bringing an entire bag of food and always keeping spares for him and Tommy to eat together.
Suddenly every week became twice a week.
Then three.
Then four...
And now it’s everyday.
He gets up, leaves at lunch, grabs a bag of food and walks to the orphanage. Tommy has started growing more comfortable. No longer protesting when Wilbur would give him nice things.
He had loved the red coat. Of course complaining about the price but Wilbur was quick to shush him. Saying it was again, no problem. Of course this also meant taking care of the other kids too. Wilbur’s chest of money was beginning to dent a little...
It was worth it. He loved spending time with Tommy. He couldn’t help but think of his Tommy. The one he never got to hold. So it was refreshing to see another kid being able to live their lives. Sad... but happy.
Wilbur’s known for a bit now that he’s become attached. Once the visits started turning more than just once a week (probably before that), he was already wrapped in string.
So, after about 4 months, Wilbur finally brought out the ultimate seal the deal.
He brought his guitar.
Phil and Techno had started getting worried about Wilbur’s ‘little’ outings that had become a daily occurrence. He wouldn’t talk about it. Saying he was fine and just enjoyed talking with people.
But something was seriously wrong when he was taking out his guitar.
Wilbur never brings out that guitar. It rarely leaves his room and is never played in front of others. Only Techno, Phil, and previously, his mom.
So seeing him carry it out was terrifying.
“Hey mate.” Phil stopped him.
“Yeah dad?” Wilbur questioned.
“Are you alright?”
Wilbur rolled his eyes, “Not this again. Yes dad. I’m fine.”
“But the guitar-“
“I’m allowed to play in front of others you know? Socializing has opened me up a bit. I want to try.”
Phil sighed and Techno clearly didn’t believe him. Not fully at least.
“I’ll be back before dinner!” Wilbur called as he left.
————————————————————————————
When Wilbur arrived, Tommy perked up. Sitting at their usual spot under the tree. Tommy had gotten much more comfortable. Now sitting right next to Wilbur instead a few feet away.
“Is that a guitar?!?” Tommy exclaimed.
“Sure is!” Wilbur said with a smile as he sat down.
Tommy crawling so he’s right next to him. Their shoulders pressed together.
Wilbur started tuning it and messing with the strings. Eventually coming into a pattern and then a song. He didn’t sing. Just hummed but Tommy found it relaxing. Leaning onto Wilbur and closing his eyes.
It only took a few songs before Tommy was out like a light. The kid did look extra tired today. Maybe he had a rough night.
Wilbur just kept strumming, humming to himself as the sun moved across the sky.
He won’t be making it back to dinner in time most likely.
Wilbur was snapped out of his thoughts by whimpering. He put the guitar down and looked to the blonde. His breathing shook and tears tracked down his face.
Wilbur was quick to wrap an arm around the boy and shake him awake, “Hey Toms. Just a nightmare okay? Can you open your eyes for me?”
Tommy slowly opened them, blue eyes meeting Wilbur’s brown.
“There he is.” Wilbur cooed.
Tommy quickly wiped away his tears.
“Want to talk about it?” Wilbur questioned.
Tommy just gave a weak nod, speaking very quietly, “I dreamed you left. Just like they did.”
They. Right. Tommy told him how an orphanage worker was given him and the person who gave him away just walked away. It made Wilbur sick that someone would just throw away a child like that.
Wilbur immediately wrapped his arms around Tommy and pulled him into a hug.
Letting his fingers fiddle with Tommy’s hair, “I’m not leaving you bud.”
It wasn’t like this was their first hug. They’ve had small side hugs and quick goodbyes. But never this sincere.
Tommy’s never been held before. He doesn’t dislike it.
Tommy grabbed onto Wilbur’s newer coat, “Promise?”
Wilbur squeezed tighter, “Promise.”
And with that, Wilbur sealed the deal.
He was going to find someway to adopt him. Either Phil would or he would.
It took awhile but eventually Tommy let go. Wilbur gently wiped the tears off the boy’s face.
“I’ll be back tomorrow okay? Promise.”
Tommy nodded and stood up. Both of them making their way inside the orphanage. Tommy splitting off to go to his room.
Wilbur split off to go see Puffy.
————————————————————————————
“You want Tommy’s files?” Puffy asked.
Wilbur nodded, “Yeah I want to get the paper work started.”
Puffy nodded, standing up and walking towards a cabinet. She opened up a drawer and pulled out a tiny folder.
Wilbur opened it and stared at it confused.
“It’s blank?” Wilbur questioned.
Puffy nodded, “It is.”
“Shouldn’t there be... something? Date found? Description?”
Puffy shrugged then suddenly her face turned into a sad, knowing smile, “Maybe check the official records. They have everything documented there.”
Wilbur nodded, not noticing her expression as he walked out of the room.
————————————————————————————
First thing Wilbur did when he got home was apologize for being late then head straight to bed. He had a lot of file searching to do tomorrow.
The next day, Wilbur got out of bed and started heading to the record room. He didn’t really want Phil knowing his plan quite yet, or the very least not finding out like this.
Phil had a big meeting today so he should be good for a few hours. He went into the records room and began his search.
Apparently, Thomas was a common name. There were lots of records of people named Thomas. All were way too old to be Tommy. That left one file. The one Wilbur knew wasn’t his. But he picked it up anyway. Curiosity of what the file would even hold taking over his mind.
Curiously, the record was stamped shut with a king’s stamp. Closing the document.
He supposed it made since. Phil would want to keep it closed. Technically no one but the king was supposed to open something with the king’s stamp. Or the intended recipient. Wilbur was neither of those. But he was going to be king in the next couple of months.
His 21st birthday coming up in 2 and half months.
He peeled the seal off. Opening the record. It was certainly official documentation.
What on it though, was not what Wilbur expected. Not of someone who is supposed to be dead. The file had his birth certificate. Everything was right there. But at the back of the file, underneath all the other papers, was a king’s order. Signed by Philza Craft himself.
Wilbur’s mind scrambled as he read the words. His vision growing blurry as he stared. Only making out a few words and sentences.
“Ordered to delete all other files.”
“Only record to be sealed by king.”
“Thomas Craft to be dropped off with orphanage employee, Puffy.”
“Thomas Craft to be considered dead to all other parties.”
“Official notice of death to be faked and sent to record.”
“Signed- Philza Craft”
Wilbur’s entire body was shaking. The paper rattling as his grip tightened.
What.
What.
W h a t
What.
It can’t be-
It can’t be true?
His head is- it’s messing-
It’s fake-
But that’s DAD’S stamp. No one can get to that-
IT HAS TO BE FAKE
IT CANT BE FAKE
IT’S REAL
IT’S REAL
Tommy is alive
Wilbur sees red. He took a deep, calming breath. His back straightening to look like the king he will soon be.
Phil lied to them. He took his little brother away. But now he’s been found. Soon.
Soon.
Wilbur took the paper and rushed away. Making sure to reseal the documents and then went straight to his twin brother’s room.
————————————————————————————
Techno was sitting in his room, reading a book when he heard a calm but hard knock on the door. He stood up, walking to the door and opening it.
Wilbur has his elbow propped up above him, he was bending down just slightly, his head tilted and there was a fire in his eyes and a sinister smile pulling at his lips.
Techno felt a little terrified but no one would know that.
“Wilbur? What’s...”
Wilbur’s sinister smile stretched up his face, “Techno. There’s something I need to tell you.”
————————————————————————————
Wilbur walked with Techno towards the orphanage. When Puffy saw Wilbur she gave him a smile. A silent question.
‘Did you figure it out?’
Wilbur just gave her a smile and Puffy smiles back.
Satisfied with the clear fire burning in Wilbur and Techno’s eyes.
As soon as Tommy saw Wilbur he jumped up. But stepped back when he saw Techno. Is that... is that the prince? Who else has he heard of that had pink hair?
Could be a piglin hybrid but the way he’s dressed...
“Hello Tommy!” Wilbur exclaimed.
Tommy shook off his fear, “Hey Wil. Who’s this?”
“Oh! This is my brother. Come here for a moment.” Wilbur gestured they go up to their spot. Leaving Techno behind.
They sat down and Tommy immediately asked, “Isn’t that prince Technoblade?”
Wilbur chuckled, “Yep.”
“And you said he’s your brother?”
“Yep.” Wilbur popped the ‘p’.
“Then that means...” Tommy said as his eyes widened.
Wilbur grinned, “Yeah!”
“You’re the prince?!?!?” Tommy yelled.
Wilbur laughed, “Yeah. I thought it was about time I tell you.”
Tommy just stared with his mouth agape.
“Then why are you... why would you spend all this time with me! Don’t you have more important-“
Tommy was cut off by a hug, “No. I don’t have anything more important to do Toms.”
He pulled back and smiled at the boy. His brother. His Tommy.
Wilbur reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a crocheted sheep. Honestly, he was terrified Tommy would laugh at him. Tell him this is too sappy and sentimental for him. But still...
He extends it out towards Tommy.
“This is for me?” Tommy asked, pointing at it but not touching it.
Wilbur nodded, “Yeah.”
Tommy took it with a gentleness he wouldn’t have expected to see from a 10 year old.
“Did you make this?” Tommy whispered.
Wilbur nodded, “Mom taught me to crochet before she died. So I made that.”
Tommy looked down at the sheep like it was the most precious thing in the world.
“Thank you Wil. I love it.” Tommy said genuinely, holding the sheep up to his chest.
Wilbur’s heart swelled. Ten long years. Ten agonizing years. And he has Tommy back.
They both do.
“My brother wants to meet you. Mind if he comes over?” Wilbur asked.
Tommy shrugged, “Sure.”
Wilbur waved for Techno to come and Techno didn’t hesitate.
“Hallo.” Techno greeted awkwardly.
“You’re the one who likes potatoes right? Thought I heard that name wrong before.” Tommy questioned.
Wilbur chuckled at Techno’s confused expression. He turned to Wilbur.
“You seriously tell one thing about me to the kid and it’s that I like potatoes.”
Wilbur shrugged, “Is it wrong?”
Techno put his hands out for emphasis, “They. Are. Good.”
Tommy laughed and Techno smiled slightly at the sound.
“You a hybrid?” Techno asked.
Wilbur started to answer, “No he’s-“
“Yep.”
Wilbur’s jaw fell, “WHAT?!?! I THOUGHT YOU WERE A HUMAN?!”
Tommy chuckled, letting his wings unroll. They were black with a red gloss.
Both Wilbur and Techno shared a glance. He really did look like Phil.
“How did you never tell me?!” Wilbur squawked.
“It never came up in conversation!” Tommy defended.
“Why don’t you have them out?” Techno asked.
Tommy shrugged, rubbing his arm to soothe himself, “Not a great memory involved.”
Wilbur and Techno’s face went dark as Wilbur spoke, “Did someone hurt you?”
“Not exactly. I just get this image of whoever gave me away. I think they had wings like mine.” Tommy admitted, fingers brushing over his messed up feathers.
Their faces softened.
“You’re wings are little messed up. You mind if we preen them?” Wilbur asked gently.
Tommy looked unsure.
“If you don’t want to then that’s fine. I’m just sure it’s a bit uncomfortable.”
Tommy nodded, plopping himself down and spreading his wings. He was going to ask how they knew how but he remembered the king. He probably had his son’s help preen his wings.
Wilbur and Techno sat on either side of Tommy. Tommy flinched when their hands brushed against his feathers. They immediately pulled away.
“No no... it’s fine.” Tommy said, bracing himself.
They reached out. Tommy suppressed another flinch.
Gentle fingers started combing through his feathers and Tommy melted into the touch. Humming contently and ignoring the tiny snickers from the two behind him.
Wilbur started humming and Tommy found his eyes dropping. Just a quick nap.
————————————————————————————
He felt consciousness almost in his grasp. He was being shifted and he could feel arms underneath him. Stairs were creeking and he felt the swaying motion of steps as he was carried. He registered he was holding onto something soft.
Then he was being put down on his firm mattress. He reached out and grabbed a fist full of sweater.
“Wilby... Don’ lea’ me...” Tommy mumbled.
He felt a hand brush his cheek, then a kiss to his forehead, “Soon, sweetheart. Soon.”
Tommy hummed and consciousness slipped away.
————————————————————————————
Wilbur and Techno walked down the steps and towards Puffy.
“Greetings princes.” Puffy said.
“Thank you for taking care of him.” Wilbur said.
Puffy nodded, “I’m sorry I couldn’t do more.”
“And why couldn’t you?” Techno snarled.
Puffy hummed but didn’t say anything.
Wilbur cut in for her, “She signed something that she would never speak of the incident. Or else a life sentence.”
Techno looked a bit ashamed but nodded.
“How has he not been adopted yet?” Wilbur asked.
Puffy smiled, “Didn’t want to be.”
The twins looked shocked.
“Several have tried but... he always acts out right before he goes home with them. I think it’s so he can stay with the kids.”
Wilbur hummed.
Techno spoke, “So will he not want to come home?”
Puffy shrugged, “He’s definitely the closest I’ve seen with anyone when he’s with Wilbur. Even today with you Techno. He never shows his wings. Never would tell me why.”
“Because he remembers Phil giving him away. Or at least an image of it.”
Puffy blinked then her face softened, “I suppose that would make sense.”
Her face the straightened, “Do you plan on adopting?”
Wilbur and Techno nodded.
“When?”
Wilbur smiled, “I have a plan.”
————————————————————————————
Techno went with Wilbur everyday for the next two months. They had asked their best guards, Aka the Dream team, to watch over Tommy.
They knew with two princes out they might be spotted and people might attack the orphanage. So they gave strict orders to keep to the shadows and watch over their blonde. They weren’t told of exactly who he is but when they Dream team joked about them adopting a kid they said yes.
The Dream team is known for being rather energetic. They yelled at each other and attacked each other playfully.
But they know when to be serious. Wilbur let them know this was a high priority mission. So they took their jobs and watched over Tommy from the shadows. No one has attacked him.
Techno and Tommy had gotten closer through the months. Tommy bringing out his more chaotic side as the twin would chase Tommy and the other kids through the play ground. Wilbur joining in as Techno’s commander while they tried to take down Tommy’s little organization.
The kids always won.
Phil was confused why they both started leaving. He assumed whatever hobby Wilbur had, he must have dragged Techno along too. What he did notice was how dismissive they were of him. They were always upset talking to him and would leave any conversation as soon as possible. Wilbur had started taking his dinner to his room and soon Techno did too. He didn’t understand why his family was falling apart. They are his sons and it feels like they are shunning him.
Phil chalks it up to Wilbur’s upcoming coronation. He must be stressed.
————————————————————————————
Wilbur and Techno sat in Wilbur’s room.
Techno helped Wilbur adjust his suit, “Ready for this?”
Wilbur nodded, “I’m ready. Are you?” Wilbur glances back to him.
Techno nodded, putting a hand on his shoulder, “Let’s go get out brother back.”
Wilbur smiled, grabbing his hand.
They walked out of the room.
————————————————————————————
The twins walked together to be balcony. A crowd of people cheering below. Phil stood with his hands folded. Royal robes and crown upon his head. Looking at Wilbur with a smile.
Techno and him nodded, Wilbur walking up to the railing and facing the crowd. He heard Phil’s foot step in place behind him and bent down on one knee.
“Dear citizens!” Phil announced.
The crowd went silent.
Wilbur eyed the crowd. There was a group of kids standing with a few adults. Puffy was holding a blonde boy on her hip.
Wilbur smiled at Tommy and Tommy gave an excited wave. Wilbur gave a tiny wave back.
“I, as a father and king, am so proud! Proud of this kingdom and proud of my son. Today, we celebrate him! We celebrate the start of a new era. I trust no one more than my son with this kingdom. I guarantee you he will be an amazing leader. With that final note...” Phil took off the crown on his head and lowered it to hover over Wilbur’s hair, “I present to you...” He places the crown on Wilbur’s head, “King, Wilbur Craft!”
Wilbur stood up, the crowd screaming. He could make out Tommy clapping with the rest of the group.
“Thank you citizens!” Wilbur yelled, the crowd silencing, “You all have been nothing but supportive and I cannot thank you enough! I am lucky, to have the honor of being your king. I am truly grateful and I promise to uphold our fine country to the best of my abilities.”
The crowd cheered again. Phil put a hand on Wilbur’s shoulder to guide him back inside when Wilbur pulled away.
“And with that!” Wilbur began, “I would like to make my first act as king!”
The crowd began to murmur.
“Techno! If you would.” Wilbur said with a grin.
Immediately Phil was kicked in the back of his knees and knocked forward. The crowd gasped as a sword made its way to the kneeling Phil’s neck.
“Boys what are you-“
“My first act as king, is to exile Philza Craft!”
The crowd began to shout and the guards shifted uncomfortably.
“Wilbur.” Phil breathed, “Why?!”
Wilbur turned to the crowd, pointing back at Phil, “It was discovered that Philza Craft FAKED Thomas Craft’s death!”
The crowd all took surprised breaths.
“Wil I didn’t-“
Wilbur pulled out papers from his jacket pocket, “A sealed file with the King’s stamp was discovered holding information about how he ordered for Thomas to be taken by an orphanage worker.”
“Wil... I-“ Phil began.
“What do you have to say for yourself?”
“I did it- I did it to protect him. He was threatened-“
“Do. Not. Lie.”
“It’s the truth!”
Wilbur rolled his eyes, “I have the document you made the orphanage worker sign. It clearly states they are not allowed to speak of Thomas’s existence. Never allowed to even come to you with any problems. You didn’t hide him away. You abandoned him. Speaking of, I revoke that order. Do you want me to call upon the worker herself? Or will you admit?”
Phil had the decency to look ashamed.
“Why dad?” Wilbur asked, his tone more hurt than before.
Phil just shook under everyone’s gazes, “Because... because I couldn’t stand looking at him Wil. Every time I did I- I just saw her.”
Wilbur’s face morphed back to anger, “You, Philza Craft! Took away our brother, the people’s prince! You left him. You left us crying! You saw how I screamed until I couldn’t speak for a week! You saw how our people spent time and money and effort on trying to comfort you! You! The one who knew the entire time that Thomas was ALIVE!”
Wilbur fumed, the crowd shouting with rage at their former king, “You. Philza Craft. Are here by banished from the Antarctic lands. If you step foot, a single toe into our lands, you will be fired upon. Goodbye.” Wilbur finished. Watching the guards grab Phil by the shoulders and escort him roughly out.
Wilbur looked back out at the crowd, they were cheering, “Thank you all!” His eyes narrowed onto Tommy, who was staring at him with a clearly torn expression, “We will have our prince back soon.”
He turned and left. Letting the door shut behind him. The twins’ eyes met. Time to bring their brother back home.
————————————————————————————
Tommy was listening happily to Phil’s speech. He was happy for Wilbur. He’s sure being king and all is a big deal. So he knew he might not get to see Wilbur as much... maybe never again. But he still cheered.
Who wouldn’t for their best friend?
Then Wilbur made his speech. Tommy didn’t know what to think of it. Because... there was too many connections to him. Way too many. He’s the princes age. His name is Thomas. Phil- Phil looks familiar.
His wings-
Tommy can’t forget.
Wilbur and his eyes lock, “We will have our prince back soon.”
Wilbur had a knowing smile and Tommy didn’t know how to return it. Soon enough Puffy was turning around, escorting all the kids back towards the orphanage.
————————————————————————————
Tommy sat at the edge of the stairs, facing the door.
Puffy walked up to him and put a hand on his shoulder, “Hey Tommy. You good?”
Tommy gave her a shaky smile but didn’t respond.
Puffy sighed, taking a seat next to him, “It’s going to be alright Tommy.”
“Is it... Am I the...” ‘prince’ went unsaid.
Puffy gave him a sad smile, “Think that’s up to someone else to answer.”
That was an answer in of itself. Tommy pulled his legs up and buried his face in his knees. He had a bag next to him with everything he owned. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to go with Wilbur.
His whole life has been... well this. The orphanage. Helping the kids. Everything and to have that just completely flipped upside down...
“Tommy. I want you to know right here and right now, they’ll walk you through everything. You’re never alone. And if you ever need me, I’m always right here. Come to me about anything.”
Tommy gave her a smile and nodded. All the kids were running around. Oblivious to Tommy’s inner turmoil.
Then footsteps. Loud. Thudding. Footsteps.
The King’s boots aren’t meant for stealth or comfort.
Their meant for presence.
So you know exactly who’s coming towards you.
The kid’s went silent and ran to the window.
“The king is here!” The kids yelled, looking through the curtains and watching as the King and his twin along with several guards made their way towards the orphanage.
“Why is he here?!” The little kids all shouted.
Tommy stared at the door. Hearing the footsteps grow louder. The kid’s all gathered just outside of the doors reach and out of the hall.
The door swung open. Wilbur decorated in a blue suit with a long royal cape clipped onto it. The suit having golden stitching and boarders, the link to the cape gold as well. Techno standing in his usual frilly white shirt and black pants behind him.
Wilbur smiled warmly and Tommy’s inner turmoil took a back seat.
Immediately his wings unrolled and he leaped off the steps towards Wilbur.
Wilbur opened his arms, catching the blonde with ease. He wrapped his arms around Tommy. Tommy immediately pushing his face into his older brother’s shoulder.
“Shhh... You’re home now Toms. You’re home.”
Tommy sobbed into the suit. Not caring if he gets it dirty. His wings wrapping around Wilbur as much as they could. He felt Wilbur’s fingers through his hair and more calloused hands rubbing over his wings.
“Your mission is complete.” Wilbur whispered.
Tommy opened his eyes to see all the little kids staring up at him. All standing around Wilbur’s legs. Wilbur gently set him down in the circle and they smiled at him.
Tommy was expecting tears if he ever left. But instead...
All the kids raised their hands in a salute. Standing up straight and tall.
“It’s been a pleasure working with you Sir!” One kid shouted.
“Congratulations on finishing your mission commander!” Another shouted.
Tommy then turned to Puffy who also had her hand up to salute him.
“Great work officer. Your mission is finally complete. I think you should take some well deserved rest. It’s been an honor working with you.”
Tommy let tears spill out of his eyes as he raised his hand too. They all pushed their hands forward and let it fall to their sides.
Tommy turned to see Wilbur and Techno smiling down at him.
They reached their hands out and Tommy took them. Walking through the door to follow his brothers home.
His tiny hands in theirs like it was always meant to be.