Some of the story is based on this amazing artwork by Da Nass :)
(Also that's how I think techno looks in these)

By the way I'm not doing an origin on Wilbur since he was simply adopted by Phil as his first child at the age of one, couldn't be asked to think of some deep backstory for that one ngl /:

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"This ones for you, my favourite little boy, and this ones for you, my favourite little piglin." Philza hummed, ruffling a now embarrassed looking technos pink hair that draped far past his shoulders and hung in a loose plat. He had dished out the twos pancakes, before he grabbed his long grass green and midnight black cloak, and his favourite bucket hat, and announced he was going for a walk to get some wood. The now eight year old and the now four year old waved goodbye to their father, as he cheerily kicked the door shut.

He whistled a merry song, pursing his lips creating a crystal clear whistle, that seeped through the crisp and cold morning air. He trudged through the shimmering snow, and lightly picked up the axe that was left leaning against the wall of the predominantly wooden house. He flipped it skilfully with a lazy flick of his wrist, as he wandered towards the forest at the edge of his house. The blanket of snow that lay over the emerald green grass crunched u see his strong boots, creating a quiet sound that filled the silent atmosphere, other than the small animal noises that usually lingered around a forest.

He soon found a good spot, and readied himself to take the first blow at the ancient spruce trees. The dark wood stared back at him, as he seized up where he would aim the blow. He soon hit the tree, with a swift swing of his axe, causing it to jitter slightly sideways, revealing a large chip in its tough exterior. He went at it again, creating a much larger hole, and again, and again, and again, until finally it toppled over and he gathered the remainders. He brushed himself off and wandered over to more suitable trees, cutting each down with great force. He was enjoying the unusually calm activity, until a distant cry broke the silence that engulfed him previously. It sounded like that of a young child.

He curiously made his way over to where the sound was coming from, until he found himself in a small clearing in the forest. In the clearing, was a small brown box, with a horrid sound screeching from within. He inches closer, readying himself for what could be a trap, until he pulled open the box, to reveal but a small blonde child with glinting blue eyes. "Hello there little guy." He spoke softly, as he picked the writhing and screaming child up. "Who would leave a child out here?!" The man cried, looking down with sorrow at the small boy, who briefly stopped crying to look up into the mans face solemnly. "Let's get you warmed up." He hummed, taking the child out
of the box.

He began to walk away, until he noticed something. A small note at the bottom of the box. "My name is Tommy," the letter read, "please take good care of me, as my parents cannot. I trust that you are a good man, from what I have heard, and I hope I can entrust you with my son. I doubt I will ever be able to see him again, since they are hunting me down, but I hope you find him before them. Please look after my boy. Your sincerely- " He stared down perplexed at the note. There was a small splotch of water, presumably a tear stain, that covered the name after yours sincerely. He cursed under his breath as he noticed the unintelligible letters, until something happened that totally shocked him. "Fuck!" The tiny boy cried happily in a tiny voice, repeating what he had just heard Philza say. "W- what? No, no, no, d- don't say that, it's a naughty word, I shouldn't say it." He quickly told the boy. "Fuck! Fuck!" He giggled happily, clearly pleased with himself. "Oh dear god." The man sighed, as he held the boy in his arms and made his way home. "Now don't you teach that word to Dave and Wilbur..." he warned, to which the child replied; "fuck!". He groaned, with a short giggle, as he carried him inside.

"Guys, guess what..." he spoke slowly as the two looked up from the dinner table in anticipation. Their jaws both dropped as they saw the small giggling blonde in his arms. "Another one?!" Wil cried, having lived through philza finding two children now. "Yup! Someone left this poor fella in the woods! I think- I think they knew I would find him..." he told, pondering. "Who was it?" Techno chimed in, having learnt a lot of English since he was adopted. "I- I don't know." The man who they referred to as dad told them, as they hummed disappointedly. "Well, this little guy is going to be staying with us!" He announced, lightening the mood as the twos faces lit up.

"Can I hold him?" Wilbur asked excitedly, as philza nodded and handed him the child. "Be very careful." He sternly told as the boy rolled his eyes. The baby cooed and looked up at his new brother. "What's his name?" The curly brunette boy asked, "Tommy." Philza confirmed, as the two threw their attention back to Tommy. "Can I hold him?" The hybrid asked, "of course you can dave." Philza smiled, until the child's face turned. "Call me technoblade!" The youngling demanded, in an angry yet non threatening voice (probably due to the level of cuteness) as he folded his arms and huffed. "Ok then 'technoblade'." The man smiled hazily, giggling at how pleased techno now looked.

He reached out his short arms to take Tommy from Wilbur, who slowly and delicately passed him onto his younger sibling. "There you go techno, good job." Phil commended, while Dave giggled merrily looking down at the boy. He seemed to like techno, as he instantly began to coo and smile a toothless smile while reaching up to techno with little stubby, grabby hands, opening and closing desperately to clutch onto technos face. The group laughed as the child babbled contently while grabbing the piglins face. He grasped onto his small tusk the snook out from his upper lip, causing him to giggle at the child's amusement from his pig-like features. "He likes you D- techno." Philza commented with a grin, as the others agreed.

They were now a happy family, with one more member.