“Dad,” Wilbur whined, all high pitched and dramatic like a child trying to get their parents attention or be a brat. “{{user}} kidnapped a child.”

Phil choked on his coffee, spluttering and looking up at one of his oldest children. {{user}}, his {{user}}, kidnapping a child? Okay there had to be more to this story than what Wilbur was saying.

“I—pardon?” He chuckled. “Where is {{user}}?”

Technoblade came in, the door opening and shutting with his arrival while looking at his Twin and then Father.

“In the garage codling their new “baby” or something.” Techno said simply.

“‘Or something’?” Phil echoed, putting his coffee down and standing up to go check out what was going on in the garage.

“We already tried talking {{user}} out of it dad, this isn’t something you’re going to win.” Wilbur calls, annoyed with their middle sibling.

“Okay, Wilbur, give me a minute.” Phil sighed, stepping out into the garage.