Dream SMP Oneshots

Lost and Found (SBI Family AU)

Wilbur let out another giddy giggle, running behind another tree. Phil smiled as he chased after his young son.

It was a bright day, with the sun skipping off the water of the duck pond and Wilbur full of playful energy. The taller bird-man was a little overwhelmed and decided to take Wil on a walk through the woods by their house.

"Oh, hm. I wonder where Wil went?" Phil wondered in a sarcastic tone, resting his hands on his hips. His long green cloak hung over his shoulders, with slits in the back for his large black wings. His white and green hat rested lightly on his head, and the black boots he wore practically every day had mud flecking the laces.

Wilbur let out a muffled giggle, and Phil started walking lazily over to the tree he was crouching behind.

"Where could he be?" Phil wondered loudly, before jumping around the tree. Wil let out a joyful scream and tried to run away, but Phil scooped up the young brunette and held him like baby. "I found you!"

"Ah! Put me down, daddy!" Wil yelped, laughing. Philza chuckled, setting the boy down.

"Wanna play another round?" Philza asked, kneeling down to get on eye level with the little brunette.

Wilbur nodded eagerly, his black beanie nearly falling off his head. Pushing his hat back with one hand, he said, "Bu' this time you hide and I seek."

Philza nodded in agreement, pushing himself back to his feet.

"Okay, ready, daddy?" Wilbur asked, looking up at his father.

"Ready." Philza said, getting into an exaggerated running position.

Wilbur giggled, then put his pudgy six-year-old hands over his eyes and counting. "One, two, three-" He paused to peek through his fingers at Phil. "This is where you go hide."

"Ah." Phil nodded, grinning softly. "Thank you."

"One, two, three, four. . ." Wilbur continued, covering his eyes again.

Philza started jogging to the west, making sure he could still hear Wilbur's small voice counting. The woods were pretty secluded, but he wanted to be safe.

Philza started wandering, heading towards the sound of a running creek. He ducked under a low hanging branch, tucking his wings close to his body.

Knocking an evergreen branch aside, he stepped into a sun-bathed clearing.

A ring of trees encircled the yellow-toned circle, and little purple flowers were sprinkled the meadow like freckles across Wilburs face when he was out in the sun for too long. A small creek burbled on the eastern side, and Philza could just make out the shape of wriggling fish underneath the surface.

And in the center of it, was a cardboard box.

Phil frowned, stepping into the clearing. As far as he knew, no one lived for miles around these woods. He took another step, snapping a twig underfoot-

And then a rope tightened around his ankle and he was swung up into the air by his foot.

He grunted as his wings flailed around and his hat fell onto the ground. He tried reaching up to untie his ankle, but Phil had never been too concerned with his core strength. Now, though, he regretted passing up on exercising a little more. After a few failed attempts at reaching his ankle, he relaxed his muscles and sighed, spinning around to face the center of the clearing.

And two little heads, poking out of the cardboard box.

Phil blinked, rubbing his eyes. One of the shapes had gotten out of the box and was helping the other little shape. They got to their feet and ran across the field, the smaller shape stumbling once and the bigger shape stopping to help him. Soon the figures made their way over to Phil's side of the clearing, where they stopped maybe two yards away from him. Unfortunatly, the wind had changed and Phil was now facing the wall of trees instead of his little captors.