[discontinued] Golden Days (Sleepy Bois Inc+ fic)

Orphaned Pig [Chapter Five]

{Philza's POV}

Philza was walking from the living room where he left Wilbur after cleaing off the boy's face of dirt. He was frowning with his own concerns as he walked through his dim-lit hallway with the color of warm sand on his walls. His slow footsteps made light clicks on his bamboo flooring and he picked at the side of his green-tinted sleeve. He could smell the faint smell from his house plants in the rooms branching off, which would usually keep his mild calm and collected.

But not today.

For today Philza wasn't going about his normal Saturday, as he had a random child in his living room drinking a hot coco with mini marshmellows. To add onto that, he had no clue who that child belonged to. Hell- he didn't know much beyond his name! Philza could only guess he was maybe around five years old, but still he couldn't be certain. He had no experience with children nor did he know anyone who did have experience.

But... He supposed that he should take care of it-- of him- until he can find out what to do with Wilbur. He rounded over to his stairs and he swiftly climbed up the spiral, the stair still squeaking at the second-to-bottom-step. He made it up to the second floor in a matter of seconds and it only took about two strides to reach his bedroom. He had left the door open so he stepped inside and shut the dark brown door behind him. Finally, he took a moment to breath and recollect his thoughts.

A child- Wilbur- somehow wondered into my house. I caught him and I fed him and now he is sitting on my couch watching fuckin' Peppa Pig or Happy Tree Friends or whatever plays on those cartoon channels these days, Philza thought. He brought his hands up to his face and he rubbed his eyes with a groan and a deep breath. Slowly, he pushed himself back up onto his feet and he inhaled deeply once more.

The image of Wilbur flashed in Philza's mind again: a small child with oversized and dirty clothes. If he were to stay with Philza until they find his parents... Philza supposed that he would have to pick up some new clothes for Wilbur to wear and chocolate milk or whatever children ate.

Philza quickly changed from his night outfit into a simple black shirt and jeans. He proceeded to slip on a forest green hoodie as well, grabbing his hat and setting it on top his head to finish up his look. He hadn't been expecting to go out today so his outfit was mostly rushed but... It was an emergancy anyways.

The sound of the TV downstairs reaching Philza's room reminded him of the stranger in his house, and he quickly exited his room. He was sure to shut his door behind him as he left, to avoid anyone going in. He made his way downstairs and he turned back into the living room once more.

"Hey Wilbur," Philza called to the couch, seeing the small boy jump from fright and turn to face Philza. He was still pretty skittish even after he trusted Philza enough to eat that sandwhich, but at least he wasn't running as far away as possible now.

"I am going to head to the store and grab you some stuff for tonight, alright?" He wasn't expecting an answer from the boy beyond a simple acknowledgement, so he just smiled and slipped away.

Philza made his way to the front door, slipping on his shoes and quickly leaving to go outside. Almost instantly he was met with the scent of openness and clouds in the sky, and a little part of him could breath easier. He loved the sight of the tall trees ranging from all sorts of hights and colors, and the songs of the birds that were constantly being sung.

I don't hear them today, Philza noted as he walked over to his car on the side of his house. It was a simple, small, black car, nothing being too special about it. He walked around it to the driver's side and he unlocked his doors. Opening the front car door, it created an awkward squeak. Philza ducked down his head as he sat down in his seat and he shut his car door once more.

"Right," he spoke to the empty car, "I should make this a quick trip... Just go the store, get what I need, and come back."

Philza turned on his car by twisting his keys and he began to turn his car so it faced the dirt road, his mind was still wondering back to Wilbur. He supposed he could do research later on any missing children in his area or call in about him. Still, he couldn't help feeling worried that Wilbur was abandoned by his family and that whoever his parents were, they had neglected him. Perhaps it wouldn't be a good idea to hand him back over in that case.

Shaking his head from those thoughts, he drove down the bumpy dirt road towards town. He noticed how the sun's rays seemed to dim behind a cloud or a strong cover of leaves as he neared the main road, and he couldn't help but to feel a sense of danger around. He slowed his car down to a crawl as he survayed the sides of the road.

That's when he saw it: a coyote. It seemed to be stalking towards something, and Philza followed it's line of sight with his own, only to see it was another kid that it was trying to attack.

Philza's heart skipped a beat and he slammed on his breaks, nearly throwing himself out of his door. He didn't think as he darted across the path towards the two, stepping inbetween the kid and the coyote. The coyote snarled at Philza but backed away, knowing that alone it couldn't hunt them both. Philza narrowed his eyes at it and watched as the dog-like-creature turned and reluctantly ran off.

"I didn't need your help!" came a sudden voice, which Philza had never in his life heard. He turned back around to the kid, relaxing now. Looking closer at him, Philza could see that it was another boy- older and more confident than Wilbur by a bit. He had pink and fluffy hair and ears that reminded Philza of a pig. He also had a ripped hole in his red shirt and Philza was sure he could see some blood spots on him. The kid looked like a wreak, to say the least.

"Well it sure looks like you do," Philza chuckled, "What are you doing out here? Don't your parents warn you about the coyotes in this forest?"

"I don't have parents." Came the reply of the kid, who's voice was more monotone than anything and who seemed very defensive. Philza knew that his question must have hit some sort of emotional string on accident, and a sense of awkwardness fell over him.

He nodded slowly, "Uh-huh..." He didn't want to sound insesitive, but this kid seemed like he wouldn't be the kind to take an 'I'm sorry for your loss' comment. All the same, Philza couldn't help but grow a want to take him back home to help fix him up along with Wilbur. Surely this kid had some place to be as well?

"Well," Philza took a step away, "What about your home? Do you have a place to live?" He hoped he wasn't sounding too creepy to the kid. Afterall, he already had a Wilbur to figure out what to do wtih, adding on this kid into the mix won't be too hard.

The kid seemed to hesitate just a little bit too long for comfort and Philza took a step closer to him. However, he froze as the kid suddenly flinched back and narrowed his eyes. Philza knew that could only be a sign of one thing.

"Come on," he waved his hand to the kid, "Climb in, I wont take you back to town but at least let me help ya."

"Why should I trust you?" the kid questioned, crossing his arms. He seemed very small standing around all of the tall trees, and Philza couldn't help but to smile.

"Because if I wanted to hurt you I would have let that coyote get to you," Philza pointed out. The kid seemed to process that and he shurgged, deciding to trust him. He seemed too tired to argue anyways, yet the clear defensivness and distrust was clear in his gaze.

Philza turned the car back around, getting ready to return home early.