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When Techno woke up, he did not plan for a small orange fur ball to be rubbing against his leg as he stepped out the door. The cat circles around his brown boots, occasionally digging his nails into the hard leather. A small purr of satisfaction sounds out.
“Uhmm,” Techno opens his mouth, looking at the cat in confusion. “What’re you doin’ here.” He reaches down to pick up the gremlin, but the cat hisses and claws. Quickly, Techno retracts his hand. “Ow! What the heck-”
“Is that a cat?!” Tubbo yells, rushing out the door, bumping into Techno.
If not for the railing, Techno is sure he would’ve gone tumbling down the stairs. He glares at the short boy, but Tubbo’s too infatuated with the kitten to even notice. The brunette coos, holding out a hand for the cat to nuzzle into.
“Aww, look he likes me!”
Techno glares harder at him. “Favoritism,” he mumbles.
“Tubbo, you forgot your backpa-” Ranboo starts, running out the front door.
The lanky teen nearly stumbles and crashes into Tubbo, but he pushes them into the rail holding his arms protectively over the cat.
“You almost crushed Benson!”
The orange tabby scratches Tubbo, growling at him.
“I don’t think his name is Benson, Tubbo,” Techno comments. The cat wags its tail ever so slightly, a soft purr escaping him. It only lasts for a single second before he returns destroying Techno’s boots. “Bruh.”
“Can we keep him,” Tubbo pleads, eyes staring up at Techno.
He hesitates, a ‘no’ sitting on his tongue. Before he can respond, Ranboo turns and gives him the same look.
Techno huffs in resignation. “Fine, we can keep it if we don’t tell Dad.”
The two teens cheer, picking up the cat and taking it inside. Phil’s car is missing from the driveway, so Techno assumes he got called into work. They place the cat on the ground, watching as it sniffs itself around the room.
“We’re going to be late for school,” Ranboo comments, looking at the time.
Tubbo scoffs, “You seriously want to go to school when we just acquired a new kitten?”
The cat leaps onto the couch causing Tubbo to let out a cry of panic.
“No! Benson!”
The brunette rushes over but stops when the kitten starts to… transform?
“The name’s Tommy, bitch!” the kitten-not-kitten shouts, now sitting as a fully clothed human on the sofa.
“SOMEBODY KILL IT WHAT THE FUCK!” Tubbo shouts.
“I’m not a fucking ‘it’, that’s the creepy ass clown man who haunts the gutters,” ‘Tommy’ retorts.
“Uhm,” Techno starts. “I said we could keep a kitten, not a child.”
Tommy frowns. “I’m not a fucking child.”
“Wow, the child knows how to swear.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Techno can see Ranboo slowly inching towards the door.
“Hey guys, I got a call from the school saying you all had unexcused absences-”
“Phil!” Tubbo yells, rushing towards the man. He clings onto his waist, feet collapsing beneath him.
“They got you another child to adopt,” Techno drawls, then promptly leaves to his bedroom.
“Hi, Phil!” Tommy says. He then shifts back into a cat and sprints under the couch.
“W-what,” Phil stutters out, confusion lacing his face.
Ranboo speaks up, “We found a cat outside, turns out it’s him ,” they jab a finger towards the couch, “and now I guess you have a new kid.”
“How does this even happen,” Phil mutters, walking back out the front door.