life on the line. || W. Soot ~ Angstfic

☁️ Chapter 16 - Big Brother Techno ☁️

As they all walked into the house, Philza rested the keys on the small table by the door and immediately headed towards the kitchen.

"Right boys, I'll start dinner. Lasagna will take around an hour or so." He called, then the sound of him opening the fridge could be heard from the living room - where a tired Wilbur was lay. The thought of Phil opening the fridge to drink another beer stalked his mind, but he constantly reminded himself of the promise- shoot. The promise. He'd have to eat dinner today, wouldn't he? At least it wasn't McDonald's or Pizza Hut though, that was good.

Techno went up to his room - probably to continue with the story he was working on - and Tommy walked into the kitchen most likely to grab a can of Coca Cola. Wilbur had asked about Techno's story once, he said it was based in Medieval times. It sounded very interesting actually. Wilbur was good at writing too...writing songs. That wasn't 'a real job' though, so perhaps he could add writing actual stories onto the career list.

While Wilbur was flicking through TV channels, he heard his little brother talking with his father. It seemed lighthearted, so it didn't bother him much. After a few minutes of deciding what to watch, he settled on a programme called 'Escape to the Country' and sat back with his feet up. It seemed to be a show about a family looking for houses in the countryside - the scenery was gorgeous. There were numerous trees, birds, flowers, sheep and cows which persuaded him to keep his fatigued eyes open. Luckily his numerous yawns didn't drown out the sound either. When things got boring, he entertained himself by assessing the different rooms and imagining himself living in the houses: going to the bakery each morning for fresh bread, picking strawberries and making red velvet cake with them, even just laying down on a hill watching the sunset with a friend at his side. He didn't have any friends yet, but one day. One day.

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Wilbur's POV
CW: Swearing, Near-Vomiting

I awoke to a strange Domino's advert on the TV accompanying Philza's and Tommy's voices. They were still talking? Wow, I could never hold a conversation that long, not even if I had a lot to talk about. Surely the lasagna must be cooked soon as well, may as well sit down at the table now. Perhaps then I'll eat earlier and therefore finish earlier.

With a large, exaggerated sigh, I got up off the sofa and staggered into the kitchen - I may have been awake, but my legs were still very much asleep and did not want anything to do with walking.

"Is the las-"

I began, yet cut myself off after seeing Tommy and Phil were still talking, standing awkwardly in the doorway. I didn't really want to interrupt, so I'd just wait until they finished.

"-such a nice day today. I'm surprised we haven't had any rain yet, my plants are going to shrivel up at this rate. Oh yeah, how was your time with Wilbur at the park? He seemed very desperate to leave." Philza spoke, half facing me whilst he set out plates and cutlery. Of course. Amazing timing, Wil, you walk in and your dad's already talking bad about you. Must be a pretty terrible screw up if he's got that much to say about you, huh.

"Eh. Would've been better with Technoblade. We had lots of laughs but I didn't really want to go." Tommy casually replied from his seat at the table, shrugging his shoulders.

At Tommy's sentence, I felt a lump develop in my throat and my eyes widen in confused shock. It felt like my whole body had just froze, while my breaths became unsteady. What-?

He didn't want to walk with you, you idiot.

You made him come along with you by putting him on the spot.