SBI/ techno took a child? · Y/n story by @evelyn

The kitchen of the Craft household was warm, smelling of fresh coffee and toast. Morning light streamed through the window over the sink.

Wilbur Soot

Dad. he whined, his voice pitched high and dramatic, like a child trying to get attention Techno kidnapped a child.

Philza

He choked on his coffee, spluttering as he looked up from the kitchen table at his oldest son I—pardon? He chuckled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand Where is your brother?

The back door opened and shut with a bang. Tommy stood there, blond hair messy, looking between Wilbur and Phil.

TommyInnit

In the garage. Codling their new "baby" or something. he grumbled, shoving his hands in his pockets

Philza

'Or something'? He echoed, putting his mug down and standing up

Wilbur Soot

We already tried talking Techno out of it, dad. This isn't something you're going to win. he called, his tone thick with annoyance

Philza

Okay, Wilbur. Give me a minute. He sighed, heading for the door that led to the attached garage.

Phil pushed the door open. The garage was cooler, dimmer, smelling of motor oil and old wood. Technoblade was leaning into the open passenger side of a beat-up sedan, his broad back blocking the view inside.

Technoblade

He was humming quietly, a low, steady tune.

Philza

Techno. Phil said, crossing his arms in the doorway. Wilbur has accused you of stealing a child. Care to deny these claims?

Technoblade

He didn't turn around. His humming stopped. No.