The Endless Reverie (UNFINISHED, SUMMARY WRITTEN.)

♧ My Family, Wilbur's POV ♧

I was hastily shook awake by my older brother, Technoblade, telling me breakfast was ready and him and dad were leaving for "business" again.

I knew my routine, and I started to get ready without a word to my elder, as he walked out of the room.

I got dressed and grabbed my father's old beanie he gave to me once he got his white-striped hat. It was practically the only thing I had left of him, other than him and his stupid notes.

I went to the kitchen to find pancake mix on the table with the ingredients, and a mess. I sighed as I was hoping Techno would have actually made them, but I was getting my standards too high.

After the pancakes were finished, I could start to hear a faint cry of my younger brother,

OH SHIT TOMMY

I quickly ran upstairs to find him bawling and attempting to break out of his crib, almost successfully. I calmly walked towards him, knowing sudden movement startles him, and picked him up.

I sat down in the rocking chair across the room and started to calm him down, to my luck he was faster to calm than usually. I started to have a conversation with him, knowing he won't understand.

"Hey bub, breakfast is ready, the sooner you stop crying the faster you can get chocolate pancakes!"
But, apparently he understood by the effort he started to put into stop crying.

I carried him downstairs and put him in his high-chair, then grabbed some pancakes for him. He started clapping and babbling like the 3 year old he is. Oh right, hi. I'm Wilbur. I'm 8 years old, and I'm a "single" brother. But enough about me, you will get to know more later.

I got Tom dressed and brushed his teeth, getting him ready for daycare. I called my friend, Charlie, who is 3 years older than me, so he can bring us to our assigned places.

10 minutes later he showed up with his golf cart, sparkling in the morning sun. Charlie always helped me when I couldn't cook a meal, or when we ran out of groceries, ect, so he was like Tom's uncle, and my brother.

He drove Tom to daycare and me to school, (were going by Canadian school boards so Wilbur is in grade 3 k?) And took off to his middle school.

I huffed as I truged through the waist-high snow. "Damn, Canada sure is a shit place to be in" I said as I walked past some highschoolers dealing drugs, one in lime and white female, and extremely pretty, one in red and white, and one waring a, Mexican cape? Whatever.

After school I walked to the parking lot to find Charlie waiting with Tommy in the golf cart.
"Hey Charlie, your early?"

"Yea, Tommy had a big fall off the playground at daycare today-"

"WHAT?! IS HE OKAY?!"

"WOAH WOAH HOLD YOUR WOLLY HORSES, Yes, he is okay. He's just a little shocked and cried a bit, it was a 3 foot fall and luckily only got a scraped elbow."

"Good, I would have killed someone if he got seriously hurt and they didn't contact me. Now, where is mah boy?"

"Here Dada!!!" I heard as a head poked out from the back of the cart. I froze in my tracks.

His dad?!

And here I was standing outside of school, furious and shocked.

After my little episode, I'm still embarrassed about it too, and Charlie had dropped me off at home, I told Tommy.

"Hey Tom, I'm not your dad, okay?"

"But Mrs. Drista told me that your daddy is the one who looks after you! Who makes you dinner and breakfast! Who tucks you into bed at night and gives you a kiss on the forehead or on the cheek!"

"No no, Tom. Phil is your dad."

"Phil... ooooh yeaaaa. Him. Your more like a dad though."
Than he walked into his playroom.

"OI TAKE YOUR SHOES OFF-"

Ring ring ring...

Ring ring ring...

"Hello? What happened, Wil? Did you burn the house down?"

"No but-"

"Did someone get severely hurt?"

"No but dad-"

"Than don't call me."

"BUT TOMMY CALLED ME DAD TODAY."

"..."

"YOU ARE GONE FOR SO LONG SO OFTEN THAT HE FORGOT WHO YOU WERE AND ASSUMED I WAS HIS DAD. THATS NOT NORMAL! AND NEITHER IS ME WALKING TO THE BANK EVERY MONTH FOR THE BANK TO IMMEADLY KNOW WHO I AM AND WHAT CARD TO DEPOSIT EXACTLY 300$ OUT OF. THATS NOT NORMAL!"

"Go to bed Wil-"

"FINE. IF THATS WHAT YOU CARE ABOUT, THAN FINE. I LOVE YOU DAD BUT THIS IS EMBARRASSING."

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