Four Days Later. . .

Technoblade slowly unwrapped his little brother's wounds, the raccoon hybrid eating the lunch the older brother had given him. The wounds had started to heal nicely with the help of healing pots, now only needing another day to fully heal to the point they could start Tommy's training. Though, big scars would be left. Burn scars covered parts of his neck, and head though, along with his torso, arms, and most of his legs. It was a miracle that his legs didn't blow completely off in the explosions, and Techno was grateful to whatever god had kept that outcome from happening. Tommy was munching on a cookie when technoblade began to talk to him. "I know you are eager to start training, but you'll have to wait until tomorrow. I don't think it's safe to let you do anything so physical yet." The pinkette admitted. Though Tommy frowned in disappointment he nodded, going back to nibbling on his cookie. 
   
It wasn't like Tommy was stuck in bed, the little raccoon started trying to move about the house the same night he woke up, and since he was already there for a bit of healing he let him, though Techno made the other use him for support as he moved around. Two days later Tommy was well enough to walk around on his own, though the piglin hybrid was always nearby to make sure he didn't hurt himself. With that said, he got to see his newly blinded brother run into a lot of walls and other objects. Though Tommy was getting better at moving around in the house, which surprised the older a bit. 
   
"Do you think Tubbo misses me?" Techno was a bit startled by his brother's question, though his usually emotionless eyes held sadness and hope. Techno wasn't going to destroy his broken sibling's hope, so he started dressing his wounds again as he answered. 
   
"Yes, you and his history is not something you can just ignore Toms. Even if he wants to deny his feelings, he has to miss you a lot." Tommy smiled at the answer he got, emotionless eyes returning. 
   
"I miss him." He whispers, making Technoblade frown. Since Tommy was young he always had attachment issues, Technoblade could still remember their first meeting clearly, the raccoon of a child quickly wiggling his way into his usually cold heart. 

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It was a normal night for the small family, Techno and Wilbur sat in front of the fireplace waiting for their now late dad to get home. They were nine at the time, and they knew it wasn't smart staying up until their father got home, but they couldn't help it. Eventually, the door opened quietly, and in came their bird hybrid of a father, smiling down at a sleepy toddler who had his huge head laying on their father's shoulder, sleeping soundly. "What, is that?" Technoblade growled, standing up with his twin. Though, Wilbur was more intrigued than Techno, the bird hybrid making his way over to the small bundle of evil with sparkling eyes. 
   
"This is a child Tech." Philza quietly explained, a huge smile on his lips. Techno glared, nearing slowly unlike Wilbur who was making their tired father kneel so he could get a better look at this raccoon hybrid toddler. 
   
"He's so cute!" Wil quietly whispered, scratching behind the raccoon hybrid's ears. "Are we keeping him?" The twins' brown already fluffy wings ruffled up more in excitement. Philza paused, looking at his two boys with a hopeful look. 
   
"Well, I do. I found him abandoned in town on my way back. I'd love  to take him in, if you two are ok with it?" Wilbur automatically started chanting 'yes' quietly. But Technoblade was still skeptical, his pig-like ears pulling back as he got closer. Wil moved out of the way so his twin could see the toddler. Technoblade looked down, taking in what the runt looked like and scowling. Though it changed when the child's eyes opened, his own meeting those huge orbs. Techno stopped, eye contact lasting a bit longer than needed before the toddler smiled big, reaching out for him and squealing happily.

Technoblade sat there for a moment, eyes growing wide at the child. Children usually ran away from him, or cried if he looked at them. But this toddler looked up at him so happy, like Technoblade was a special person to him. The pinkette slowly took the child out of his father's arms, holding him like Philza was moments ago. The blond child squealed happily again, his sausage fingers patting his cheek as he giggled happily, making Technoblade smile at the other. Protect. It was repeating in his head. If his voices liked this child too, he had no reason to say no. Holding the child closer, he looked up at his father to answer. 
   
"I guess we have a new addition to the family then." The other two smiled happily at the announcement. 

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In a way, he knew he had failed at what his voices wanted. Keeping Tommy safe, he had left him to fend for himself as soon as the second L'manburg war was over. And he regretted it dearly. Even though they haven't been together for that long, Technoblade could already see the once closely tied relationship they had reforming, making him happy once again. "Techno?" The piglin hybrid looked up at his name being called, then froze once he realized whose voice it belonged to. Tommy froze too, blind eyes widening in fear. Technoblade knew the other had expressed not being ready to see Philza again, and now that the bird hybrid had shown up out of the blue he didn't know what to do. "T-Technoblade? We need to talk, s-something happened to Tommy." 

Hide him!
Hide!
Hide him under the bed! 
Philza! 
Dadza is here?!
Under the bed!

At the moment he didn't have much choice but to listen to them. "Okay, Tommy, you need to hide under the bed for a bit, ok? I'll come back up and get you once I get him to leave." Tommy nodded, letting Techno help him hide under the bed. "Technoblade? Are you here?" He heard his father climbing his ladders, just in time as Techno left the room his brother was in to see his bird hybrid father just reaching the second story. He looked horrible, tears streaking down his face, he looked paler than usual, and had huge dark circles under his eyes. 
   
"Dad?" Philza waved him down to the first floor before making his way down the ladder. Technoblade followed him, letting the bird hybrid take him to his living room where they sat down on his couch. "Dad, what's going on?" It was quiet for a bit, before Phil let a shaky breath leave himself, more tears escaping his eyes. 
   
"T-Techno, remember how I told you your little brother had b-been exiled?"
   
"Yeah, what about it?" Technoblade knew whatever his father was about to say would be bad. He knew it would be a lie Dream had conjured up to cover up what he did, making the older brother want to kill the bastard even more. "What happened, why do you look so... bad?" He didn't know how else to phrase it, his father looked so disheveled. 

"B-Because... Techno... T-Tommy's dead!" And just like that, Philza was hugging his son tightly, crying into his shoulder while Technoblade stood stunned. Dream was telling people that Tommy is dead?