dream smp · hidden heir · lost child · sbi family · philza · secret identity · angst · mystery · isolation · fanfiction
The market thrums with life, the air rich with the smell of baking bread and ripe fruit. Sunlight slants through the gaps in the canvas awnings, illuminating swirling dust. Philza stops dead, his basket hanging forgotten from his hand. Beside him, Kristen draws a sharp, stifled breath. "Do you see that?" he whispers, too low for the boys to catch—but Tommy turns anyway, then Wilbur, then Techno. Three sets of eyes, each holding a different kind of question, land on you.