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ghosty bois inc except reversed [pt. 1 bc im on drugs /j]

wilbur smiled sheepishly.

"so i may have bought a free house..."

at first, this would sound good. a whole ass mansion for free. but then you realize. why. is. a. mansion. for. free. there's something going on. techno stared at him, his resting bitch face resuming. phil just stared, not sure whether to be happy or worried.

weeks of talking them into it, and finally. they were going to move into the new place. it was mostly because the old apartment being too cramped for the three of them, while this place being a full mansion. their bags of clothes were either hanging from their shoulders like purses or held by their hands. wilbur set one down to let his hand rest. he was proud of getting them to come, and oddly enough, nothing seemed to be weird. they couldn't figure out how it was free, no matter how hard they tried. the moving van with the furniture and other things would be there soon, but there were already beds inside. the weird thing was, even though it seemed so expensive, even items like blankets left for them to use like a hotel, it didn't have a price. the eerie feeling was definitely there. wilbur picked his bag up again and they explored further. there was even more than they expected, and there were bedrooms so big it could be a living room if you took the bed and added a couch. wilbur went to the closet in one of the rooms, and started taking his clothes out and hanging them up. techno chose the room to the left, and phil chose the room to the left of techno. they got their stuff all set up, and soon, if you dont count the lack of desks and other furniture like that because the moving van hadn't arrived yet, they felt pretty good with how it looked. wilbur's walls were orange, techno's were red, and phil's were a kinda dark green. wilbur and techno had colors similar to their favorites, and phil just had a darker shade of his. 

-timeskip of one day brought to you by i cant edit this-

after getting extra furniture and doing some extra decorating, they thought that their rooms looked- well, amazing. wilbur had a guitar, his desk that he used for streaming, his favorite clock that he couldn't help but take, and more. the orange walls clashed with it a bit, but it wasn't too bad. he placed his phone down on his bed and went to start streaming. phil would be streaming trying out the 1.17 snapshot some more, and wilbur would be doing you-laugh-you-lose. after about half an hour the videos started to actually have a reasonable sense of humor, which was honestly strange for wilbur's ylyl viewers. usually their sense of humor was 'objects that i have shoved up my arse'. 

'cheetoooooooooooooooooooooo'

"that isn't gonna get me again, chat."

and so he kept on watching videos that his viewers donated, until his chat went absolutely nuts and exploded. seeing it, he turned around. the chat wasn't lying. his phone was fuckin FLYING over the side of the room.

"WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK"

techno came running in, only for the phone to plop down on the bed like usual. 

"why did you scream?"

"my PHONE was FUCKIN F L Y I N"

"forget it. you're just insane."

"hey-"

techno slammed the door shut and went back. next time he streamed on the dream smp his chat was definitely gonna blow up with people saying that it had actually happened. rip him then. 

change of who we're focusing on oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh(style of writing changes too ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh)

"he saw us!" a transparent brunette hissed at a transparent blonde.

"well he didn't exactly see us! he only saw the phone!" the other replied. 

"that still counts! phones don't just float! plus he was streaming! who knows how many people saw that live?!"

"a lot. i checked but i can't remember."

"G O D D A M N I T" the brunette yelled, loud enough to be heard half across the large house. not like any other ghosts were there to hear it. 

"jesus tubbo no swearing." 

"YOU SWEAR LIKE EVERY TWO SECONDS-" tubbo replied.

"i WOULDNT if the world wasn't SO FUCKIN B I T C H Y" the blonde talked fairly louder.

"oh my god..."

change to technooooooooooooooooooooooo

techno walked back to his room. wilbur was getting as insane as his dream smp character. as soon as he went in, he decided to check twitter, for once in his life. he saw some funny stuff, and more stupid stuff that he didn't care about. he started seeing tweet after tweet of a phone floating in the background of wilbur's room. although it was strange that most of them were mostly in the same place, some having blur. but ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh photoshop exists. 

switch again

"today in the life of the amazing, handsome tommyinnit, i will cause problems on purpose!"

back to techno

he continued scrolling. after a small bit he became bored, and moved his hand with the phone towards the nightstand to the side. before he could reach the spot, though, his phone was snatched from his hand. 

"phil i told you to-"

he stopped talking and his eyes widened as they focused on the phone levitating. after it saw that techno's eyes were on it, it went to an app and the letters darkened as if they were being tapped.

'fuck you'

"OH COME ON NOW MY OWN PHONE'S AGAINST ME"