Phil knew that he needed to talk to Wilbur, but he could not find it in his heart to stop the fun that the two of them were having. They had stopped the heavy banter and dropped most of the competitiveness, so now the stream was light.
The conversation went a little bit everywhere, from Animal Crossing to the latest Twitter post. Neither of them seemed to care, as long as they were in each other's company.
Phil was truly proud of how far they came as friends. He remembered the time they first met, where they were all smiles and polite words. Now they bicker and fight all the time, much like brothers would do. Chat was having a blast from Phil’s point of view. Most of them catJamming to the music or just kind of hanging out.
However, all good things do eventually come to an end. Phil sighed and stood up, groaning as his knees protested. He could already hear the old jokes, ‘Old man Philza, knees already giving out on you.’ Imaginary Tommy laughed, Phil told him to fuck off and started walking over to his streaming room.
He gave Kristen a kiss as he passed her, telling her that he was going to be on Tommy’s stream for a minute. She gave him a look, “Are you finally going to talk to Wilbur about where we are having the little party?”
He nodded and kissed her cheek before opening the door, throwing a “I love you” over his shoulder before he shut himself onto his room. He walked over to his PC and sat his phone down on the desk, clicking the mouse a few times to wake up the screen.
Quickly going through his inbox, he answered a couple of the important emails and left the others for later. Then he opened up chrome before he remembered that he was on his main account on his phone. He grabbed his phone, closing out of the stream before returning to his computer. He opened up Tommy’s stream then muted it.
Going to Discord, he opened up the voice channel and put on his headphones. His arrival was accompanied by the ‘joined vc’ sound that he had heard over a million times. Tommy immediately looked over and yelled, “Phil! Big man! Mr. Minecraft! How are you?”
Before Phil could respond, Wilbur scoffed and said, “Oh so Dad gets a proper intro but I’m called a bitch boy?” Tommy went, “Well that's because you are a bitch boy and Philza Minecraft is superior to you.”
“Well, hello to you boys,” he chuckled, clicking back to the stream. They both laughed. Phil looked at what Tommy was doing on stream. He knew from the title that they were mining for materials on the Origins SMP, but currently he looked like he was organizing his chests.
“So, what are you guys doing?” Out of streaming etiquette, Wilbur let Tommy go first. “Well, I was becoming the richest man on the server, but then I realized that my chests look like absolute shit. I blame Wilbur for it with his creepy phantom powers.”
Wilbur yelled, “Hey! I can hear you!” Tommy rolled his eyes, “I know you can hear me bitch.” he snapped before returning to a more nice tone.
“Anyway, I thought to myself, ‘How can I be the richest player on the server if I look like a mess?’ So here I am, organizing my chests so I feel as rich as I am!”
Phil laughed and agreed with him. I know I have to get Wil out of here to talk, maybe I can use the codeword? The codewords were made when the streamers all became close friends. Instead of bluntly saying that you needed to talk, or having them look at a Discord notification and having chat be suspicious, they created a code.
There were different codes for different levels of emergency, but Phil knew that he could wait for a little while so he was just going to use the one that meant that Wilbur had to slowly leave the stream, but not to rush it.
When the call got quiet for a second Phil struck, “Hey Wil?” He hummed in response, more focused on bridging across a lava pool. “Didn’t you say that you have dishes to do today?”
Wil began to start to say that he did them earlier before it clicked, “Oh, yeah. I totally forgot. Always can depend on Dadza to keep his kiddos in check, am I right, chat?”
yoitzgalaxy_alt: ft phil being a DAD KEKW
IliKeTuRtleS43: popCat DADZA popCat
isabelaurboyfriendshere: Sorry wil for the message earlier mods… wasnt thinking. Anyway, DADZA POG
briannainnit: @ilovegogy23 Tommy is grinding origins while he vibes with wilbur, hope that clears it up for ya :DD
totallynotasimpp: DADZA
420goated69: CROW FATHER
beesAreBetter5: Phil’s still on his father arc /j
Tommy made sure to cover the others' asses by saying, “Yeah you really do keep us in check, one time my mum told me to empty the dishwasher during stream and I totally forgot afterward, but I was still on call with Phil and some others.
“So Phil went all Dad mode on me and made me go do it before I got in trouble.” So, with the use of the code, Wilbur slowly left the stream, prolonging his goodbye as long as possible before both he and Phil left, closing out of the stream along with it.
Wilbur Soot is calling you with video
Phil answered the call to an empty screen. “Uh, mate? Where did ya go?” Off-camera he heard Wilbur yell, “I forgot something, one second!” Phil waited until he came back with a plate of food.
“Sorry, Phil, I had to go and get something to eat real quick.” He sat down and looked at his camera.
“So, what's going on? Why did you need me?” he said looking back down at his plate and taking a bite of the sandwich that was there.
Phil clicked out of the Discord and opened up the Word Doc that he had filled with everything he needed to talk to his littles about.
“Well, you know how we were talking about that littlespace party a while back?” Wil nodded, taking another bite of his sandwich,
“Okay, so we were talking and we thought it may be a good idea to hold the actual party at your house. Of course, you can say no. No one will be mad if you do.”
Phil waited a moment to let it sink in. He watched as Wil slowly finished his sandwich in silence.
Wilbur cleared his throat and said, “I don’t mind having the party at my place, in fact, I would love to have it here.”
Phil nodded, “Thank you, mate.” Wil smiled in response, waving for him to continue. “Also, I wanted to run the rooming plans by you one more time,” he said.
Wilbur hummed in acknowledgment as Phil carried on, “So, Dream, Sapnap, and Karl are staying with George. Techno will probably stay with me, but I haven’t got the chance to talk to him one-on-one yet so that may change.”
Phil continued. “Last time I checked, you and Tommy were also going to stay at my place. All this sound right?”
“Yeah, one question though.” Wil hesitantly said, voice quiet.
“What’s up?”
Wilbur adjusted in his chair, “If we are having the party at my place, why are none of us going to stay there? It would probably be more convenient for us to just stay there.” Phil thought for a second before responding.
“Yeah, it may be easier but that does not mean it is safer. You guys may still be in littlespace when the party is over, and-no offense- your house is not the most baby-proofed.”
“I did fine before you were my caregiver, Phil.” Wilbur scoffed,
Phil gave him the Dad Look™and responded, “Mate, I just watched you root through a glass-filled cabinet while in the mindset of a 6-year-old not even 24 hours ago.”
He laughed and agreed. The comforting silence returned. Wil shyly mumbled something into the quiet call. Phil turned up his volume.
“What did you say? Couldn’t hear you.” He cleared his throat again, voice slightly louder than before, “Can I set boundaries for things?”
Phil smiled, “Of course! I totally understand wanting to set boundaries, and I fully support it!.” Wil visibly relaxed and Phil turned down his volume again.
“So, what are some of the boundaries that you want to set, or do you want to think about it for a little while and tell me later?”
Wilbur thought for a moment and responded with, “I want to wait a little while and give you the list later, just to make sure I have time to think about everything and make sure that I’m not missing anything.”
Phil nodded, “Of course, that's probably the best option.”
The two sit in comfortable silence for a little while, just enjoying each other's company. Eventually, Wilbur spoke up.
“Hey, Phil?” he hummed in response, continuing to answer an email. “Are we going to get Tech a little bag for when he comes to the UK?” Phil stopped typing.
He looked at his camera. “Yeah, of course we are mate. It’s been a tradition since Tommy came to hang out with us for the weekend. Why would I leave Techno out of this?”
He panicked, “Wait, that’s not what I meant. I was trying to see if we wanted to go shopping for pins or decorations, or if we are going to tell the others so they can do the same.” Phil laughed,
“Breathe, mate, you're good. I get it now. To answer your question, yes. We need to talk to the others and tell them to start looking, but that can wait for a little while.”
Wil took some calming breaths and nodded. “Tommy ended stream, he wants us to join vc 3 if we are done talking,” Wilbur said, a lot calmer than before. Phil replied, “I said everything I needed to. What about you? Anything you want to add?”
Wil thought for a moment and shook his head. Then, right as Phil was about to leave the call, he rushed out, “Wait! Only one question, when is the deadline for the boundary list?”
Phil told him a couple days before Techno would have to fly in then said, “You good now, mate?” Wil nodded and they both left the call before joining the vc.
When Wilbur and Phil joined the VC they could see Tommy sitting at his setup, seemingly zoned out. He did not even seem like he had noticed that they were in the call. His streaming music was still playing softly through the call.
Phil watched as Wilbur’s face went from stressed to a concerned fondness. Phil smiled for what seemed like the thousandth time that day, Those two really are like brothers. Wilbur gave Phil a concerned glance that spoke a thousand words.
He’s doing the thing again. Wil’s eyes seemed to say. Phil nodded in reply before he took a deep breath in. He spoke softly, as to not startle the young blonde, “Tommy? You in there bud?”
Tommy’s eyes seemed to focus a little, the fog that was there lifting ever so slightly. He owlishly blinked his eyes and studied his surroundings before landing on the open Discord window. He smiled, “Ayup, Wil, Phil.”
“Hi, Toms. How was your stream?” Wil softly questioned, not wanting to disturb Tommy too much (He was still in that weird state of being that Wilbur could not pinpoint). Tommy, still being partially zoned out, took a second to respond. “It was fun. Really tiring though.”
The way Tommy said it prompted Phil to ask him a question. “Hey, Bud. Feeling a little fuzzy.” Phil said, voice only slightly softer than usual. In response Tommy shook his head. “No fuzz here, Phil. Appreciate the gesture though.”
Phil nodded his head, which Tommy did not seem to register. “No problem, just making sure.” he said, truly realizing that it was one of those times.
The call went back to it’s comforting silence as Tommy slowly came back from wherever his brain takes him after a stream.
Wilbur was the first to notice when Tommy’s thoughts started to take a turn for the worse. Sensing the change of the youngest’s demeanor, he joked “You gonna come back to the land of the living yet, Tommy.”
He let out a relieved sigh when Tommy chuckled at his joke. Slowly, Wilbur coxed Tommy out from his head with jokes and light-hearted teasing.
Phil, who was answering some emails, smiled and thought, Wilbur always knows when Tommy’s going into a funk. It’s like Spiderman’s Spidey sense.
Voicing this to the others in the call he received a very red-faced Wil and a smug Tommy. Tommy, ever the instigator now that he was back to normal, started teasing his older brother figure. “You love Spiderman so much that you became like him, Basic bitch.”
Phil zoned out when Wilbur started to aggressively argue that he was making no sense and that Tommy was wrong. Letting the two go about their business for the moment, he went to an open Word document and started typing.
The Little Party Plans/Checklist
He winced as one of the boys slammed their hand on their desk. (They were both talking over each other by this point) Phil groaned and started what he knew was going to be a long and boring list of things he was going to eventually have to do. That combined with the two rambunctious boys in the call, he could already feel the headache forming.
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To be completely honest, Techno was in a really good mood. He regressed last night with his online family, he uploaded a video yesterday (That better keep the stans satisfied for now) and he planned a charity stream for later that week.
So when he saw that some of his friends were hanging out in a VC, he went over to his computer and started getting set up to join. He didn’t properly turn off his PC when he was in littlespace last night, so all he had to do was move his mouse a little bit.
Once his computer woke up he was met with the little Discord server. The memories of last night laying over his thoughts like a warm blanket. He smiled despite himself and, sadly, clicked out of the server and into the “Sleepy Boi Streams” one.
Techno joined the call with his standard “Hullooo”. Instead of a normal response from his friends he was thrown directly into an argument. “Technoblade, is British Sign Language a forgein language?” Wilbur said.
Before he could formulate an answer, Tommy yelled, “IT'S LITERALLY CALLED BRITISH SIGN LANGUAGE! HOW IS THAT FOREIGN?” Phil was rubbing his temples when he metaphorically stepped in, “Technically, to Techno it would be foreign. He is American.”
Tommy leaned back into his chair and whined, “I’m not talking about Americans, Phil. I’m talking about the Queens people. To us it’s not forgein.” He sat up in his chair and glared at the camera, “So, Wilbur, it can not be counted as a forgein language even if it is technically a different language.”
Wilbur promptly gave him the bird and, finally, properly greeted a very taken back Techno. Phil was soon to follow. Tommy just nodded and started doing something on his computer while Wilbur and Phil started to talk. Techno took a moment to recover before asking Tommy what he was doing.
Techno watched as Tommy paled and stopped typing. He glanced at the Discord and quickly said, “Nothing,” and continued what he was doing before.
With the way the rest of the call went silent he knew that it was not ‘nothing’.
“Okay, what’s going on?” Techno said in his monotone voice. Phil promised that he would talk to him about it later, and Techno felt the pang in his chest once more. Of course they are all in on something, they all live in the UK. Probably planning a vlog.
Even though he knew it was somewhat unjustified, they would tell him eventually. All he had to do was wait for the right time. He shook off the feeling and they all went and did their own things.
They all happily stayed in the call for well over 2 hours. Sometimes they talked, other times they all sat in comforting silence as they did whatever they needed to do. The silence only breaks every now and then for someone to ask a question or for one of them to show the others something.
At the moment Techno was scrolling through Twitter -not liking anything of course, he did have a status quo to maintain- while everyone else was sitting in the comfortable silence. He heard Phil curse as his editing software crashed yet again.
“Did it at least save this time, Phil?” Wilbur asked. Techno glanced at the call on his second monitor to see Phil with his head in his hands and Wilbur calmly tuning his guitar. Tommy was laser focused on editing his most recent vlog, so Techno doubted he even registered the conversation.
Phil nodded his head and sighed. Techno scoffed and switched from scrolling through Twitter to scrolling through Tumblr. He liked some SBI & Bench Trio fanart, reblogged some of his favorite agere posts, and even saw some funny posts that made him smile.
He did not realize that he had zoned out until he heard Tommy yawn really loudly into his mic. Techno glanced at the time and calculated what time it must be for his British friends.
In his standard monotone he said, “You should probably go to bed, Tommy. You have college at eight in the morning and based on my math it’s about 2am for you guys.” Techno knew how tired Tommy was when he did not crack a joke at the statement.
Tommy agreed and Techno carefully watched him shut down all of his applications. Techno made sure that Tommy was not going to sneak back onto his computer and work. He knew that Tommy needed his rest and made sure that he was actually going to get some sleep.
Once Tommy shut down everything but Discord Techno asked, “You actually going to go to sleep, gremlin, or are you going to sneak more work in?” Tommy giggled and promised that he was actually going to sleep.
All of them said their goodbyes to Tommy and he left. The call was silent for a while. Wilbur strumming his guitar in a soothing melody, stopping occasionally to fix something before starting over again. Phil was still happily editing his most resent hardcore stream.
After he messed up a couple more times on the song, Wilbur called it a night, “Alright, I’m heading to bed. I have to meet up with the band tomorrow at noon anyways, so might as well get some good night’s sleep.” Techno hummed in response and Phil said, “Night, Wil. Talk to you tomorrow.”
Wil said his goodbyes and left the call. Once Wil left the call the only sound was the tapping of keyboards and the clicking of mouse buttons. Techno waited until Phil stopped for a second to grab his water bottle before breaking the silence.
Techno’s hands twitched towards the fidget cube on his desk. Awkwardly, he said, “Sooo, what was that thing that you promised to tell me?”. He anxiously flipped the switch on one of the sides of the cube while he waited for Phil to answer.
“Oh, I forgot about that. Thanks for the reminder, “he said, putting the water back down on his desk before laying his elbows on the desk and connecting his hands. He put his head on his folded hands and looked into the camera.
He looked as if he was barely containing excitement. Techno studied him as he took a deep, calming breath. Despite his efforts, his voice still sounded overly eager when he began. “About two months ago I noticed a shift in your voice when I talked about visiting our friends here in the UK.”
Techno quietly gasped. Phil ignored it and started talking with his hands, “At first I brushed it off. I just thought you got mad at something. It did not hit me until you were in littlespace a couple days after that. You started crying when Wilbur said he was coming to stay at my place for a couple of days. That’s when it clicked, you were jealous. You wanted to get picked up and cuddled. You wanted that kind of affection from me, and not from a screen.
“Instead of straight up confronting you about it, I know how much you hate confrontation, I started planning a way for you to fly in.” Techno audibly gasped at this. “When Tommy and Tubbo mentioned that they wanted to have a really big playdate party while we were on our way to a vlog, I realized that was the perfect time to have you over.”
Phil paused his rant for a second to take a big breath. He looked back into the camera, “Dream, Sapanp, and Karl are all flying in too. You could stay at my place while you are here along with Tommy and Wilbur. The actual party is probably going to be at Wilbur's house, but that's undecided.
“Everyone in the groupchat is invited! We all already made plans for everyone else, but we were waiting for you to make your decision before we made anything totally concrete.” Phil stopped when he heard a sniffle.
Techno was crying. He was so happy. They want me to visit them! They want to spend time with me! Hearing Phil’s immediate panic had Techno saying, “I’d love too! How long could I stay?”
Techno watched as Phil smiled fondly and softly said, “You can stay as long as you want, Tech. Hell, you could move in and I would happily take you in.” Techno nodded before he realized that Phil could not see him. “We’ll see about the moving in part. When’s the playdate party so we can plan accordingly?” He said, wiping his eyes.
Phil gave him a date that was about 3 weeks away, then as he was going to continue talking plans he was interrupted by a yawn. Techno wetly laughed,
“We should talk about this tomorrow, Phil. I can tell you’re tired. Get some rest then we will talk about this when we both have had time to process this information.”
Phil readily agreed, knowing that Techno took time to truly process things, and started shutting his computer down. Just like he did with Tommy, Techno watched as Phil calmly closed all of his tabs beside Discord before turning his attention back to the call.
“Goodnight, Philza. We’ll talk about this in the morning, okay?” Techno said. Phil nodded and said his goodbyes. When he left the call Techno just sat there staring at his computer screen for a solid 5 minutes.
“I’m going to the UK. I’m going to go see Phil, Wilbur, and Tommy.” he muttered in pure shock. There was no getting rid of the smile that stretched across his face. He robotically shut down his computer and picked up the things that collected on his desk over time.
He slowly stood up, and then it hit him. “Fuck I have to start packing.” he groaned. Even though he knew that he had a long way to go before he was able to go, he still had a slight skip in his step as he went to get ready for bed that night.
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Over the next few days, Techno prepared for the trip to the UK. After a discussion with Phil and Kristen on when he was booking his ticket, they had decided that it was best to give Techno a week to adjust before any serious interaction. He knew that he was flying out in exactly 11 days from today, and he was going to be staying over there for a month before flying back.
Instead of calling off the stream in favor of getting more things done, Techno made the impulse decision to push everything to the side and stream anyway. It wasn’t anything major, just a simple chill skyblock stream.
He was already stressed over the trip, so he thought the chill stream would help clear his head a little bit. Messing around in skyblock was always relaxing and streaming boosted his mood, so he saw no reason to not stream.
As he was farming his precious potatoes, he saw a chat message that recommended he go and explore some fan realms that he was invited to.
At first he disregarded the idea, Nah, Wilbur did that a while ago. It’s his idea. But the more he thought about it, the more appealing it seemed. Fuck it he thought, as he finished up what he was doing with the potatos.
“Alright, chat. I was thinking about it, and I want to go into random realms that you guys have invited me into.” He said in his famous monotone. He laughed as chat exploded with questions and realm recommendations.
“Thank you socklover69 for the $100” he said as he logged out of skyblock and started searching his realm requests. “I think I'm going to go with ‘Raging Acres’ cus it sounds really cool.” he said, joining the world.
In his honest opinion, the world spawn was really cool. He walked through the large decorated ravine. It looked as though it was themed after a mental hospital. “This one is really cool, chat. Looks like an old insane asylum.”
After looking around for a little while someone joined the server. They did not seem to notice Technoblades existence until he walked up to them in game and put a ‘hullo o/’ in the chat box.
He laughed when the person practically imploded in the chat. It was fun to watch this person flip out. Before things started getting too much, Techno pulled out an ax and started hitting the character.
He got 3 crits in before the person recovered, pulling out an ax of his own and fighting back. Techno made quick work of him before dropping everything in his inventory and leaving the realm.
This went on for a while. Techno would join a server, look at some of the buildings, then he would find the nearest person and try to kill them. Over time, Techno felt the comforting fog he knew all too well start to creep its way into his head.
Instead of just ending stream, he just pushed it to the far reaches of his mind in a poor attempt to ignore it. He was succeeding until he stumbled upon a world affectionately named, ‘Cottagecore Playground’
Techno knew that it may cause him to slip fully. But, chat had other ideas for the American. So, Techno sighed and clicked onto the realm.
He immediately saw a custom built mushroom forest. Each of the mushrooms is individually decorated with flowers, lanterns, and other cute items.
“Are you guys happy now? I joined the stupid realm!” he said, wincing at the way his words slightly slurred. Despite his protests, he actually really liked the world. The adorable frog statues and the cute foxes everywhere called out to his headspace.
Techno did not even notice when he slipped, he was too invested in the wondrous buildings surrounding him. His usual monotone voice was filled with childlike wonder as he babbled about whatever cool thing he saw.
He looked over to his other monitor and said, “Chat, Chat, Chat! Wookie at the cool frog house! It wooks so cool!” Struggling to read the fast moving messages, he huffed. “Too fast, I ca’t wead when you all speak at once!”
Chat was flipping out. Mods were banning weirdo’s left and right, people were confused on what was happening, others were trying to sooth the little as best as possible.
quackitys_left_big_toe: Whats going on? Why is he speaking like that? /genq
isabelaurboyfriendshere: hey little one, do you have a caregiver we can contact?
potatosrpogchamp34: SLOW DOWN CHAT!!! HE CANT UNDERSTAND US
FreddysFazBalls42069: phil is live on twitch, maybe he knows whats up?
ihAvEcRipilIngDePreSSioN: is he okay?
Techno whined when chat just sped up. “Fine! I won’ speak to you efther!” he muttered, continuing to explore this cool new world. He ignored the confused and concerned messages from chat and hummed a random tune.
ineedalife: umm, has this happened before??
gogywogyOwO: im getting phil-
yes,Iwritefanfics: can anyone explain to me wtf is happening?
pearlsarepretty: NO CUSSING IN CHAT PLZ
Yourmomsahoe246: SUMMON PHILZA CHAT!!! PHILZAAAA!!!
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Philza was streaming on his hardcore world. Currently, he was mining for netherite while talking to chat. The automated voice read a donation out loud, “Hey Phil just wanted to say your world looks amazing! ph1lLove ph1lLove”
He chuckled before saying his infamous, “Thanks, mate.” then continuing to talk about his plans for Project Flower Fall.
Phil glanced over towards his chat for a split second to see a lot of them caps locking his name and Techno’s.
Before he got the chance to ask what was up, another donation came in. “Dadza you need to go to Technos stream He's acting very childish and chat is worried /lh /nm”
A look of terror crossed the brit’s face as what the donation said sunk in. Without warning, he ended stream and immediately called Techno on discord. Phil knew as soon as Techno answered with his webcam that he was in littlespace.
To not cause the little one to panic, he just smiled and softly said, “Hey, bubs! Are you feeling fuzzy?”
Techno looked at him with a smile on his face. “Mhm! I fink I’m five or four. I’m not sure..” Phil nodded and said, “Wow, we got a big man on our hands! Can you end stream for me?”
The little did not like that idea and aggressively shook his head, “No! I wanna stay here! I wike to spend time wif chat!”
Phil tried convincing him, but with the happy fuzz covering his head, he knew it was all futile. Reluctantly, Phil told Techno that he could continue streaming.
Phil quickly pulled up Techno’s stream and saw the Cottage Core theme of the world. Suddenly, the unexpected slip made sense. He loves the cute aesthetic when little. He must have pushed back his headspace for a while to slip because of a Minecraft world.
Techno focused his attention back to Minecraft and went back to exploring. The British blond was panicking. One of his boy’s was streaming, while little, with over 13 thousand people listening to his every word.
Techno refused to end stream. Phil knew that he was going to regret this when he was big, but there was nothing he could really do to convince the little one. Phil was going to have to do damage control now.
He already knew that the fandom had age regressors- Wilbur had sent him some links to agere fanfiction before- so he was hoping that the agere community in chat could help him out.
From what he could see, they were already trying their best to do damage control.
dream_stan4356: GUYS NO CUSSING IN CHAT
AllTheWay09: Techno is so brave for slipping on stream- I could never /pos
broccoligobrrrrr: WHATS HAPPINGING?
philzasburntwing: PHIL WHATS GOING ON? IS HE OKAY?
He was going to have to address the situation. Phil decided that he could just talk to chat directly through the discord call. However, he did not want Techno to see any weirdos in chat.
Taking a deep breath, he asked Techno to take off his headphones. Eager to please his caregiver, Techno agreed and Phil told him that he would motion to him through the call whenever he was able to put them back on.
After Techno was not able to hear him, Phil began to talk to his littles stream,
“Alright chat. I know you all must be concerned or confused, so I’m going to clear some things up.”
Taking yet another calming breath, he began the long process of explaining what age regression is. He hit on all the major points.
“It’s a coping mechanism for stress, trauma, or just ro relax.”
“No, it is not sexual. That’s a whole ‘nother can of worms.”
“I’m Techno’s caregiver. I am like his Father when he is in his headspace. I protect him, watch him, and make sure he takes care of himself.”
“He is very shy and anxious about his regression, so be kind to him. If not, I’ll permanently ban you from all his streams, my streams, and anyone else’s stream that I mod for.”
After Phil had finished explaining and checking to make sure the mods were properly handling chat, he motioned for Techno to put back on his headphones.
As soon as he got his headphones on Techno, who was trying to read chat while Phil was talking, asked, “Dadda? Could you read chat for me? They speak too fast for me!”
Phil smiled and started reading out some of the messages he saw on pass by. “Hey, little one! What’s your favorite stuffie (If you have any stuffies!)”
Techno perked up and exclaimed, “My piggy! His name is Pink and he is my favor’t stuffie! He is a Minecraf’ piggy! Dadda mailed it to me when he became my Dadda!”
Phil’s smile gets impossibly bigger as chat spams ‘AWEEE’ “What they sayin, Dadda?!” Techno says, eyes entirely focused on chat. “They are all saying ‘awe’, my Prince.” Techno squealed at that, causing Phil to wince.
“Fank you, chat! I fink that you all are aweso’e!” He slurred, smiling the whole time. He looked back to the call, “More pwease, Dadda!”
How could one resist? “Okay, little one.” he laughed, looking back to chat. “I’m new to this regression thing, but I think you're really adorable-they meant that in a friend way, Tech- and I wanna know your favorite color!”
After Techno got bored with chat, he went back to playing Minecraft. While Techno was doing that, Phil went onto Twitter and sent out an apology.
Ph1LzA @Ph1LzA
Sorry for the sudden end! Something came up that I needed to address
immediately. Probably going to give you all an update here soon!
Looking back to the call, he watched as Techno happily babbled about his day, “I got to talk to Tommy and Wilby and I edited a vide’ and- Oh! I got to pway wif Floof today! He was so soft-'' Phil smiled and went to check on how chat was handling things, and from his point of view, they were loving this side of Techno.
hotdog69: FLOOF CONTENT
TapeTV: he is so cute- i cant- /pos
yoitzgalaxy: Littleblade is now my comfort streamer
izukuisbae: i just joined stream… whats happening??
Herculesgaycousin: NO CUSSING IN CHAT!! WE DONT WANT TO INFLUENCE THE SMALL ONE!!
They were enjoying this just as much as Techno was. Techno had started a new creative world and was now building something that resembled a fox. Techno looked over to the call, “Dadda? Can you he’p me?” he asked politely.
Phil agreed before talking the young boy through adding Phil to the server. Phil joined the server and teleported to the Little.
“Okay, Tech. What do you want me to do?”
“Bui’ fox a house! He needs a house!”
“Okay, mate. I’ll build your fox a house.”
And so Phil started building Technoblade’s fox house. Just before he finished the details, he heard Techno yawn.
“Tired, big man?” Phil chuckled.
Techno nodded and rubbed his eyes. Phil smiled.
“Alright, chat. We are going to have to end this here. It’s getting really late for Techno, so I better get him to bed.”
“Bye, chat! I wove you all but as friends!” Techno said.
After they both said their goodbyes, Phil told Techno how to end stream. When Techno ended Phil let out a sigh.
Best get Techno to sleep, he is gonna need it for tomorrow. I just really hope that he is not too upset about this later.
Phil watched as Techno put his thumb in his mouth. “Hey, Prince?” Techno hummed, “Can you go get your paci for me?”
Techno took his thumb out of his mouth and nodded. He waddled over to his closet and pulled the lid off of a small container. After digging through it for a second he returned to his desk with a paci firmly set into his mouth.
Phil smiled at the stuffed animal he also grabbed. It was a crow plush that had a gold coin in its beak.
“Who do you have there, little one?” Phil asked.
“I name them Chat! After you’ c’ows!” Techno softly muttered, eyes drooping.
“I love them! I think they might be tired though, so you should take them to bed!” Phil said, trying to coax the little into getting some rest.
Techno yawned and looked at the stuffed crow, “Chat, you need rest! An’ I come wif’ you so you no scared!”
Phil silently celebrated the easy win and nodded, “That sounds like a wonderful idea, Tech. You want me to stay or can you get to bed yourself?”
He already knew the answer, it was the same one every time he asked. “Stay! I put you on phone so you come wif me!”
Phil waited as Techno hung up on his computer and called him back on his phone. As he listened for the familiar sound of a Discord call, he pulled up his littles bedtime playlist and one of his favorite bedtime stories.
Techno seemed to already be wrapped up in his blankets and in a Pikachu onesie. “Hey, Dadda.” he yawned.
“Hey, bubs. Do you want a story or your playlist?” Phil said, smiling at the sleepy way that Techno squeezed his plushie.
“Pwaywist pwease.” he whispered, already half asleep.
That's how Techno fell into a blissful sleep. With his crow in his arms, his Dadda typing and his favorite playlist softly playing in the background.
(Sorry this took a whole month to get out! I had a lot of IRL stuff going on, but the next chapter is already in the works! I also may or may not have a Villain!Sbi fic on the backburner...
Anyways, hope you all enjoyed the longest chapter of this fic so far! This was just supposed to be a more plot-filled chapter but we ended up with 6,400 words... Funny how that works..)
PINGSSSS
