Trigger warnings for:
Swearing. (I know I said I was on break but I wanted to write this now I'll stop)
Phil had always thought of the tinies within his walls as his sons. It even worked better, as it turned out, because they were all siblings, as strange as it may seem. The two oldest were the twins, Wilbur and Techno. Wilbur seemed to enjoy music, as well as showing an interest in theatrics. Techno liked all of the books that Phil had, as well as being the more aggressive one. The youngest, Tommy, liked messing with Phil and his wife Kristen, as well as just genuinely being social. I guess one of them had to be.
He had found Wilbur first. The tiny had been looking for food in the kitchen when Phil had gotten home. He had meant to turn off his music before he walked in, but his arms had been full of groceries. The tiny had been mesmerized by the sounds that had came, and in turn, the tiny didn't move. Phil hadn't seen him until he had placed his groceries down. He noticed a strange shape out of his eye, so he turned towards it. There, in front of him, was a tiny person. The tiny had snapped out of their trance, finally spotting the human. He made a move to run, but tripped and fell on his face. Phil frowned, scooping them up within his hand, and grabbed a cracker out of the cabinet. He gave the cracker to the tiny, and scanned them over for any injuries, before placing them back down and letting them go with a smile.
He had gotten a visit from Tommy next a few days later. "Hey b*tch!" Phil turned around quickly, hearing the voice. He spotted a second tiny, one with blonde hair instead of brown. "Hello?" He questioned. Why were all of these tinies living in his house? Was his place an Airbnb for tinies or something? The tiny shivered, their confidence gone. It made sense, he had to have been at least 10 times their size. "Do you need something?" He spoke softly, not daring to move in fear of scaring the poor kid. "Could-could you possibly get some food for my brothers and I?" They stuttered, trembling like a leaf now. Phil smiled happily. "Gladly." He slowly got up, walking as softly as he could to hopefully avoid scaring them further. He approached the kitchen, grabbing a few crackers, and turning around. He didn't know how many people this tiny lived with, so he hoped five crackers are enough. He slowly approached them, as they stood trembling on the table. "Here you are mate." He smiled, setting the food down next to them and going back to the couch.
The next day three tinies approached him. The brown haired one, the yellow haired one, and a new pink haired one. "I'm cold." The blonde complained. "Now's not the time Tommy." The pink one muttered, probably hoping that Phil wouldn't hear it. "Can I help you boys?" Phil chirped. "Yeah, maybe you could leave us alone." The brunette hissed. Phil frowned in response. "All I did was give him the food that he asked for." That got a reaction out of the group. Tommy shuffled awkwardly, while the brunette turned to face him with a look of shock in his eyes. The pink one glared at Tommy first, and then at Phil. "You-you got food. From the bean. Even though we specifically told you not too?!" The brunette shouted at Tommy. Tommy, in turn, nodded. Phil frowned. "He meant no harm. Please don't get mad at him." Phil spoke softly. He hoped to resolve this conflict before Kristen came home. He noticed that the tinies were looking quite scared at this point. "Hey, I mean no harm, I don't want to hurt you."
Those were Phil's favorite memories of how he met his new sons. And now as he cradled them closely as they slept, he couldn't help the smile that covered his face. He just wanted them to know that he viewed them as his sons. As his family.
