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It was a calm evening. Techno, his brother, and Dadza were watching Hamilton on the couch for the only XD knows how many times. It was Wilbur's new obsession and since then, he kept putting this musical again and again. And when it wasn’t on TV, it was in speakers through the music of the show or sung by Wilbur himself. Let’s just say it was impossible to avoid Hamilton in the Soot household.
At less than half of the musical, it got cut off by the ad of the new Minecraft movie trailer. Techno took advantage of this break to go to the bathroom, fast enough to not hear Philza starting to rant about the adaptation again. His father just hated everything about this movie and made sure everyone knew that every time the trailer would show up.
After washing his hands, he was about to return to the living room when he suddenly heard a dull noise coming from the garage. He thought he imagined things but another sound popped again shortly after. Okay, he knew curiosity could be a bad thing, he was someone who read Pandora hundreds of times after all, but when he heard a third noise coming from the same direction as before, he knew something was up and he needed to check it.
He slowly led himself to the garage, being as quiet as possible. As he got closer he could hear sounds of rifling. “Must be a raccoon or something” he thought. He slowly opened the doors and took Wilbur’s old baseball bat (a sport his brother tried when he was 10 and quit playing only 2 months later), just in case it would try to attack him.
The car in the middle of the room blocked his view from the noise maker, so he went around it and what he saw made him freeze. It wasn't a raccoon. Well, not really. It’s a young blond boy, searching through their spare fridge where they put all the things that can’t fit in the main one in the kitchen.
Normally, Techno would fight if he saw someone intruding in his house to steal from them, but the boy didn’t seem older than 12 and was too thin to be healthy. Plus, he was only stealing food, which made Techno hesitate on what would be the best thing to do.
Well, he didn’t get much time to think about it because the boy raised his head and noticed Techno who was still holding the baseball bat in an offensive position.
It got the boy in what seemed to be a fight or flight survival mode and he suddenly threw a can of coke (coming from the fridge) straight into Techno’s face whose only reaction was to make one of his weird noises “UH” before rubbing his forehead where it landed.
The blond boy then raced to the small window situated at the very top of the wall. He climbed a pile of boxes to access it but the thing is, it was very unsteady. So before he could flee out of the garage, the pile crumbled and he landed hard on the ground.
Techno who witnessed the scene ran to the boy "Oh no". He slowed down when near the kid to not frighten him further, which didn’t work considering the fact he almost received yet another can of coke he dodged this time. The last time, the blond boy had just a lucky shot because Techno was surprised, but now he was calmer, and so more difficult to touch.
“D-don’t hurt me.” The child on the ground was covering his face with his arms. The action made his T-shirt rise a bit due to the size being too small for him, revealing some dark bruises on his belly.
You see, Techno is talented in a lot of things: mythology, fighting, sports, cooking potatoes… But handling a small hurt and afraid child who intruded in his house to steal food like a raccoon wasn’t among these things. Nor were any human-to-human interactions, to be honest.
So he did what was the best course of option he could think of.
“PHIL !”