Technoblade isn’t sure when becoming a father was in his interest, he blamed Phil mostly for the idea, and now he’s got a young child who has a habit of holding onto his legs, and tugging at his hair when they want to braid it—or attempt too—and he finds it likes it.

They stay for a while, in that town, and it makes a mark in Phil’s heart, memories all around. He doesn’t want to stay in place, wants to keep moving, wants to be wary, but this town is far, rather isolated, in the trees, and they don’t have a priest, or anyone with magic to tell of Technoblade’s tale.

You need somewhere to properly grow up, to learn, so Techno and Phil decides to live in the town for about two years, with you growing up, learning. It’s a temporary living space, and Phil knows it, because they will need to move one day.

But for those two years, you stay content, a kid.

Until the voices start.

It’s slow, at first, you seeming distracted during lessons, trailing off during reading, staring off into space when they’re walking around town. Then it’s unsettled sleep.

Technoblade worries, because he recognizes this behavior for when the gods chose his path as The Blood God and chat has been getting quieter and quieter in his ears lately. You won’t tell them what’s wrong, and Phil waits patiently and Techno impatiently.

The next day, Phil’s in the bakery, talking with the people at the counter while Techno looks around, debating to get maybe a small cake, for you, who sits outside, a book in your hands. The bakery is a little loud, with the sound of people shuffling, ovens burning.