#techno being amused by his antics but lets it happen anyways because he could never get mad at him

[ouddlareme]

everyday the line "for you the world, phil" does wonders to my brain chemicals but in context, its about phil taking down techno's floor will never not be funny to me I fucking love them

[innittowinit]

Abandoned amusement parks are the best place for young children (chapt. 10)

Fic summary: 

Techno, Tommy, Wilbur and Phil have been hanging out at the abandoned amusement park in the woods since they moved in. Techno likes knowing he's definitely alone with his brothers Tommy likes climbing on the old rides Wilbur likes having a place to play his music Phil likes spending time with his younger brothers

That is, until a group of brothers calling themselves the 'dream team' move in down the road. Will the sleepy boys give in and share the park or will they succeed in scaring the new kids off?

Chapter summary:

Phil has a chat with Bad + Tommy and Phil cooking show time babyyy

word count: 2181

AO3 

“Hey so my brothers have been talking about how they’ve been playing with your bunch recently, I just wanted to talk to you about why George has a scar on his face now”

That’s the question he had been dreading. No doubt it would test his love for his brothers, but not in the way the boys would be expecting, letting Wilbur get away with violence in retaliation to words wasn’t loving. Letting him go down that path was the opposite of loving and he knew that even though right now Wil would prefer him to take his side and fight endlessly for his innocence, the right thing to do would be to talk to Bad normally.

Phil knew it would do no good to get mad, obviously, he loved his brothers more than life itself but he had to make them be responsible for their actions at some point. Even though he hated doing it, he knew he shouldn't defend them all the time, no matter how much he wanted to. How else were they ever going to learn right from wrong?

However, that didn’t mean he was planning on letting the Dream team get away with attacking Techno and Tommy! He couldn’t logically defend Wilbur’s rock-throwing antics but he could confront Bad on what his brothers had done, having to remember to remind himself that they were just kids and even if he didn’t like how they were treating his brothers, they’d eventually grow out of it. Phil knew he’d made his own fair share of mistakes that made him seem like an asshole at times.

“Listen, I can’t make excuses for them, what Wilbur did wasn’t the right thing at all but please just let me explain things okay?”

The boy’s older brother nodded, a polite smile gracing his lips. Phil couldn’t tell if that was a good sign or not, he still didn’t even know his name so he decided it was too early to tell.

“Wilbur is..protective” He mulled his words out, not wanting to expose his brothers’ weaknesses and insecurities in front of a practical stranger, he needed to choose what he said carefully. “He’s struggled with people leaving him for a very long time and so when he has people who he loves and cares about, that he knows won't leave, he’ll do anything in his power to protect them. Techno is Wilbur’s favourite person ever, he can’t go anywhere without him, he really loves Tommy too, he’ll do whatever it takes to make sure he’s safe. So when George was insulting Tommy and Techno, Wil just snapped”

Phil sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. He was ashamed, ashamed that he hadn’t been able to help Wilbur enough, ashamed that he couldn’t stop the way he feared being alone, guilty that he couldn’t have prevented it. Despite his internal conflict, he continued, refusing to look up as he recounted the event.

“I can’t remember what George even said, something about Tommy being loud and he should be mute like Techno I think, whatever it was, it really got him mad and he threw a rock at George’s head-... uh so I don’t think he meant for it to hit his head, I think he just wanted to scare them away but then again he’s never really been very good at sports. I’m really sorry for what happened, I can pay you back for however much the medical bill of getting that stitched up was-”

“Listen Listen” George’s older brother interrupted them, what was his name again? Wait, had he even told them his name?

“Okay boys will be boys, you don’t need to pay us back, Mum’s used to being down there with them by now anyway, I think they’ve grown a bit of a reputation for themselves even if we haven't been here long”

Finally, he pulled down his hoodie, his face wasn’t so shrouded in darkness anymore, showing off his pinkish-tannish skin, he had rounder cheeks than his brothers that were dusted with a light orange tone and crows feet that peaked out the sides of his eyes from years of full-force grinning. His kind features were paired with a pair of thick lenses and light brown hair, somewhere in the middle of George's and Dream’s. Now that he could see him properly, Phil seemed to trust him more, maybe it was the way he seemed to make perfect eye contact or maybe it was the way he grinned through his words but something just seemed like it was sincere.

Nonetheless, Phil thought it to be a little concerning that these young boys had become so well known at the emergency room. Surely ‘boys will be boys’ should be used with a grain of salt right? Now Phil was well aware that he and his brothers were far closer than most, most families just hadn’t been through the same strain that theirs had, but this guy clearly cared about his brothers so why wasn’t he concerned about their habits at all?

God, Phil had to take a splinter out of Tommy and he nearly had a heart attack, he couldn’t imagine taking them down to get stitches every other day. Did the other boys their age really play that rough? Was that normal? Were they the weird ones?

“My name’s Halo by the way! but everyone calls me Bad” he reached forward and shook Phil's limp hand. Phil could only describe his smile as being the embodiment of :D, it was a little disorienting. “And don’t look so guilty when you’re talking about Wil, boys their age just get a bit rough sometimes, believe me I’ve seen it all”

Phil was certain they had had vastly different upbringings.

“I’m not sure if he’s at a point where he’s comfortable showing you guys his face yet but Dream has really prominent birthmark that goes over his cheek, he’s pretty insecure about it but we’re actually hoping that seeing George still being happy even though he has something on his face will give Dream the confidence to start getting more comfortable with what he looks like”

Nodding along with what Bad was saying, a few more pieces of their weird little situation started to fall into place. Maybe he had been a little naive to jump to the conclusion that these were bad kids. Maybe they were just kids who had things they were dealing with, like everybody else.

He made a mental note to try and be less judgy next time he met someone.

Maybe it was just him being so just to Techno and Wilbur but something about a kid who was insecure acting the way Dream did gave him bad vibes. He wanted to help the boy but he also knew he held too much of a grudge over what had happened with Techno and Tommy. Although he was well aware how childish it was, their family was tied together by tight bonds like that and he truly wished that Bad would realise that Dream didn’t need a nerf blaster, he needed to talk to someone.  

“So even before they found the base, I'm pretty sure Techno, Wil and Tommy played some games with your boys after you first moved in, so I’m sure they know them better than I do but I also wanted to bring something up. The other day they came over here and they sorta were hitting Techno and Tommy with these wooden toys? I’m not sure if this was a game to them or something but because of his mutism, Techno couldn’t call out to us”

Now it was Bad’s turn to nod along and look shameful, it seemed like he really needed to talk to his brothers about when a game was going too far. Phil couldn’t help but feel a little bad for bringing it up now that he had confirmation their world wasn’t exactly black and white either.

“Techno got hit on the arm I think and Tommy got a splinter, they’re strong kids so they were okay but it was more about how scared it made them you know?”

Bad sighed, running a hand through his light brown hair and taking his glasses off. “I’m so sorry, they’re such typical boys. I’ll make sure to talk to them about it, I had no idea that was going on”

After another hug, initiated by Bad yet again, and a few more small points on how they could maybe compromise, the two separated. Bringing his brothers with him, Bad left the park, Phil being left with a sense of contentment as he basked in the knowledge that they’d have their space back soon. Phil thought about what Bad said ‘typical boys’, he hoped they were okay.  

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After a few weeks of the twins constantly rambling about their new friend, Eret, they had finally brought him home for tea. Apparently Techno was finding talking to Eret a lot easier than he usually would, which Phil had to admit, filled him with immense pride. Even with Skeppy, who was their cousin, it had been years before he had even managed to speak a word to him, that being said, he had got there eventually and by the time Wilbur, Techno and Skeppy were 7 there were the loudest in the house.

He was sure there was another little boy they had been friends with too but Phil couldn’t remember them at all. If he remembered right they had moved away.

Since it was such an exciting night, Phil had actually agreed to cook, which he wasn’t the best at but he still enjoyed doing it if it made his brothers happy. Even though they were so used to their parents coming home late, they were all very much still in the habit of getting takeaways close to every night; it wasn’t the healthiest option by far but with doing his own homework, helping Tommy with his, and keeping the boys entertained, he rarely had the time to set up a proper meal. Tonight, while the twins walked Eret to their house, from the train station, Phil and Tommy worked on the dinner. Admittedly, Phil was doing the majority of the work, but the company was nice! And it kept the youngest entertained so he knew he wasn't getting into any trouble.

“I wanna chop the veggies! I’m super good with knives! Phil please!” Tommy, who was on mixing duty, whined, already reaching for the knife Phil was holding.

Luckily, the older of the two was able to swing his hand back fast enough to prevent Tommy from successfully grabbing it. He was used to this kind of behaviour by now. As much as he loved his brother for being confident and assertive, he wished he had a bit of a sense of self-preservation too.

“Phil I’m the knife boy! Vlog Knife!”

What the hell was a vlog knife?

“Listen mate, if you get cut I’m the one who’s gonna get yelled at, so chill out a bit” Phil laughed, gently guiding Tommy’s hands back onto the wooden spoon “Make sure the veggies don’t stick!”

The evening was spent with Phil measuring, chopping and dicing and Tommy mixing, adding and admittedly making a mess. At some point Phil had decided some dessert would be a good idea, it was an exciting night after all! He wanted to make sure Techno and Wil were the happiest they could possibly be, it seemed repetitive but it really wasn’t every day that they were bringing people home.  

Since neither he nor Tommy were exactly bakers, they opted to just melt some chocolate and cream over the stove and make some cornflake cakes in little cupcake cases; adding marshmallows was a very welcomed addition, thought of by none other than Tommy. In the end they had about 12 little ‘cakes’ that went to set in the fridge, even though he and Tommy had eaten the majority of the mixture whilst adding it to the cases.

“Oh wow” Phil chuckled, looking over his little brother “We should probably get you cleaned up first”

While it wasn’t exceedingly obvious that Phil had snacked on the chocolate, Tommy was the opposite. Chocolaty smudges and Cornflake crumbs stained his signature red and white top as the boy licked melted chocolate off his fingers. His question earned a little shrug of the shoulders, as if he hadn’t realised just how messy he had gotten.

After giving the kitchen work-tops a quick wipe down and adding the dirty dishes into the sink to be washed later, Phil turned the oven down to a lower temperature, wanting to keep the food warm but not burn it, and took Tommy by the hand to get him cleaned up upstairs. Once the boy was showered and in clean clothes they came back downstairs to pass the time while they waited for their brothers to return home, after some convincing from Tommy, they had managed to watch the first five minutes of Up before they arrived home.