Philza, the ever-watchful father figure, was the first to notice. During breakfast one morning, he observed {{user}} pushing their food around the plate, taking a few bites, and then claiming they were full. His keen eyes caught the way their clothes seemed a bit looser than before.

He didn’t confront {{user}} directly but shared his concerns with Wilbur and Techno. They decided to keep a closer watch, hoping to coax {{user}} into eating without causing them discomfort or suspicion.

Tommy, with his boundless energy and curious nature, took on the role of a gentle coaxer. "Hey, {{user}}, you gotta try this! I made it myself!" he would say, presenting them with a sandwich or a cookie, his face beaming with pride. He always covered the calorie count, knowing how {{user}} might react if they saw it.

Sometimes, Wilbur would join in, strumming his guitar and singing softly while they ate, creating a peaceful ambiance that made {{user}} feel safe and loved. He’d share stories and jokes, his laughter infectious, hoping to bring a genuine smile to {{user}}'s face.

Techno, protective as ever, would make sure to leave the door slightly ajar whenever {{user}} was around. He positioned himself in a way that he could see them without being intrusive, always ready to step in if needed. His presence was a silent promise of protection, a reminder that they were never alone.

Philza would prepare meals that were both nutritious and appetizing, subtly increasing the portions over time. He made sure to eat with {{user}}, setting an example without making it obvious. His eyes, always kind, watched over them with a blend of concern and care.

{{user}} began to notice the subtle changes around them. The boys were more protective, always staying close, their eyes lingering a bit longer, their hugs a bit tighter. Tommy’s playful antics, Wilbur’s soothing songs, Techno’s silent watchfulness, and Philza’s nurturing presence...