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Chapter 8: Music heart

Tubbo tried to see whoever was in front of him, but his eyes only met a wall on the opposite end of the room.

- You're bleeding- voice stated and he felt someone taking his hand.

- Well I tried replacing strings in Wilbur's guitar, but Tommy started yelling and I hurt myself with one instead- Tubbo sighed, letting the mysterious owner of the voice carefully wipe the blood. He was very delicate, but his hands were rough from hard work.

- Wilbur?- Tommy frowned at the name, but the voice chuckled.

- My son- fell the response, but then the voice went quiet for a second.- Yes, that's his name... my little Wilbur...-

- Guitar was signed, before you ask- Tubbo quickly stated, seeing that Tommy started to open his mouth. Being otfasted, the taller boy pouted and crossed his arms, pretending to be offended. But Tubbo didn't pay much attention to him, trying to see the ghost.- Though I have a question... who are you? And why Tommy knew you're in here?

- He's visible on the monitor- Taller boy pointed at the black screen.- And lights were flickering-

- It was an accident- Tubbo almost heard him shrugging.- And my name is Phil, but you can also call me Philza. Or uncle, like Tommy- he laughed, gaining loud "HEY" from the mentioned teenager.

- I'm Tubbo... but you already know that, right?- Phil chuckled once again, ruffling the boy's hair.- Why were you singing back then?-

- You had a nightmare...- this time he sounded sad and slightly worried. He cared about them, didn't he?- It was the least I could do...-

- It helped, so... thank you- Teenager blushed slightly, a little embarrassed. It wasn't his fault that he had that horrible dream...

- It's not me who you should be thanking. It's Wilbur. But... judging by what you were doing, you're already making him really happy-

- He's... somewhere here?- Tubbo looked around but he couldn't see anything. Well... he couldn't see Phil as well so that made sense...

- Should be. It's his floor after all-

- Looks like I'll need some explanation- so Phil did just that, just after Tubbo sat next to Tommy. It was funny talking while being able to see only reflection, but the older man didn't seem to be bothered explaining everything to the backs of boys' heads. He even seemed happy to be able to talk at all. But suddenly he stopped, looking at something in the hall.

- Something wrong?- but Phil didn't answer, rushing out of the room and hugging air. Or at least something boys couldn't see even in the reflection. He seemed... both sad and glad?

- It's... Wilbur...- Tommy nodded, looking at this weird, yet very emotional scene. From what he understood, Phil had been separated from his sons for years, up until now. Heck, he probably didn't even know he had them.- But why can't we see him?-

- He's probably too broken- taller boy stated. It would make sense as they hadn't seen Phil before. Interactions were becoming easier with time or a state of the ghost's mind.

- But how can we fix...- Tubbos eyes suddenly laid on held strings.- His guitar-

- Of course!- Tommy smiled widely, jumping onto his feet in excitement.- If we repair his guitar, we'll fix him a little bit too!-

- Yeah!- boys bolted out of the room, almost crushing each other in the entrance, trying to get to Tubbo's bedroom first. Tommy, being bigger and taller made it first but had to wait either way, because he of course didn't have strings. Obviously! Replacing them wasn't as easy at first as they thought - they were rather sharp and wouldn't want to cooperate. Tuning was a nightmare as well... no matter what they did, it always sounded bad. They tried form hearing, at least five different apps, nothing. Nothing worked. After fiddling with it for at least an hour they gave up.