unknown number; technoblade [EDITING]

twenty-six.

sibyl's hands trembled her whole shift, to the point that she dropped multiple things while scanning and bagging them. her usual "hi, how are you?" was laced with anxiety due to the cryptic message techno sent.

she was lost in thought while bagging an old mans half-gallons of milk when she heard his voice. "are you alright, ma'am?" he asks as she looks towards him.

"yes, i'm alright." she smiles at him, "i must've got lost in thought."

"they should let you go home early." he jokes, "it seems like your brain has already clocked out."

she laughs as she scans his final item. "you're right." she removes the bag from their hooks, scooting it towards him. "your total will be 78.46 whenever you're ready."

he inserts his card as she watches the screen, waiting for the message of approval. once his card approves, he removes it and she hands him his receipt. "have a good one." she says.

"you too." he says, "take care."

she watches him leave, before wiping down her register. the clock on her screen read 8:55 pm, meaning they were closing in five minutes. she sighs a breath of relief, turning to her manager.

"wanna give me your drawer and go do the break room and bathroom?" she asks warmly, with sibyl doing exactly as told.

once she was done with both, she clocks out and hangs her jacket up in the back office. she was off for a week for graduation, so there was no point in her taking it home.

she bids the stock boys goodnight on her way out of the back, and her manager goodnight once she reached the doors. "have a good one, sibyl. i'll see you on monday."

"have a good night, brit." she smiles at her before walking to her car and unlocking it. it was finally warming up in new york, making the night air calming against her skin.

she ride home was calm, her playing music on her radio and humming along to the beat. she would text techno when she arrived home, since he usually calls her after reading her message.

she pulls into her apartment complex shortly after nine-fifty, stretching her arms above her head after climbing out of her car.

she pulls her phone out of her pocket for the first time since her break on the elevator, seeing a text message from techno.

techno my beloved <3 56 m
you should really clean your room -.-

she stares at the message, her eyebrows furrowing after re-reading it multiple times.

she unlocks her front door, "honey, i'm home!"

she hears gwynne bounding down the stairs, a stupid grin on her face and a onesie clinging onto her body.

"what the fuck are you wearing?" sibyl laughs, kicking off her shoes and hanging her keys up.

"it's a onesie night, cunt." gwynne states, her hands on her hips. "so get your ass upstairs and shit, shower and shave motherfucker."

the younger girl decides not to question her best friend, and does as she's told. she hears giggling from gwynne's room, but assumes it's gabbi and daniel being immature as usual.

she pushes her bedroom door open, sighing at the familiar scent of her candles. she turns to face her bed, and lets out a ungodly scream at the sight of two people sitting on it.

the intruder on the left stares at her with wide eyes before breaking out into a fit of laugher. "it's nice to see you, too."

the second smiles and waves, "hi, sibyl."

techno and wilbur were sitting on her bed, wilbur sitting further back than the other so his feet are planted comfortably on the floor.

she stares blankly at the two, her heart still racing from the adrenaline rush she got from being scared. "what the fuck?" she laughs, "holy shit!"

techno stands up, quickly followed by wilbur. "why don't you have a onesie on?" will jokes, making her throw a shirt that was on the floor beside her at him.

"you don't have one either, dick!" she rolls her eyes, "you're all legs, aren't you?"

"fuck off!" "i'm being honest!"

techno sighs, rubbing his temples. "this was a bad idea."

"it'll get worse once danny and gwynne warm up to him." sibyl states, wrapping her arms around the two of them. "it's nice to see you guys."

"it's nice to meet you too, sibyl." he says, "it was a very last minute decision and i would like to say that it was techno's idea."

"you're a liar. my idea was to come see her by myself and then you wanted to come."

"you didn't say no!" wilbur states, turning to look at him.

"because i said yes!"

sibyl rolls her eyes, not even trying to hide the smile that was plastered on her face. "i'm gonna go put my onesie on, i guess."

the two make their way downstairs, as gwynne was calling for them and sibyl quickly changes, putting her hair into a messy bun on top of her head. she slips her phone into the pocket of her cow onesie, and walks downstairs.

"i really hate that you guys don't have onesies." she hears gwynne say, "but i'll let it slide this time."

"this time?" will laughs as sibyl plops down on the couch beside techno.

"don't take my kindness for weakness, fucker." she laughs.

they put on a random movie, but none of them were truly watching it. sibyl and techno were too busy talking to each other, daniel and wilbur were talking about how strange america is, and gwynne and gabbi are were asleep on the love seat.

sibyl smiles softly, leaning her head on techno's shoulder. he wraps his arm around her waist as gagging noises can be heard from wilbur. "shut your hole." sibyl laughs.

!a/n!

unknown number is in its final stretch. we're very very close to finishing it and quite frankly i'm excited.

as much as i love this story and the characters i have created for it, i'm getting burnt out. but i'll be damned if i don't finish this story

a wilbur fic will be put out the day that i finish this story, so keep an eye out for it.

have a good one! <3