Piece by piece to love | Sleepy bois inc

Chapter 10: Little encounter

- There’s so much cool stuff in here, hy didn’t we come here sooner?!- Tommy pouted as Phil took a replica of an axe from his hands.

- They’re not exactly the safest…- thankfully Tommy didn't look through Phil's boxes before he did. They contained some survival equipment from when, the elder man assumed, he used to travel around the world alone. And they included a fair share of sharp objects, with which he would NEVER trust Tommy to be careful.

- Ḓ̴̻͍̎͒͗͛͛̏͝à̵̡͕̠̑̀͗͘d̷̗͓̏,̶̨͒̀͗ ̶̤̝̘̾͋͂̀͝͝ĺ̷̫͚͚͂͌͂̊̉͜͠ǒ̴͑͛͋o̴̧̖͇̝̎̂̑̋̌̚̚k̵̏̚!̶̨̼͙̥̗͕͌̄̆͐̕͝ ̸̧̟͓̹̑̑̌͘T̶̺̦̖̪̈ě̵̡̠͗ḉ̶̧̱̖͕̊h̸͖̽́̈́͗͛̈n̴̨̈́́͆o̷̱̅’̶̮̤̲̖̖̤̓̔͂̊͂̆s̷͈͋ ̴̛͇́̅̎̃͝v̶ĭ̵̛̥̣̋ö̷̉̂̕͝l̶͙̋͗͘̚i̴̳̪͒͒̀̒ǹ̶̢̨̫̙̼̲͌͝- Wilbur delicately picked up the broken case and brought it to dad. One hinge was out of place and chipped, leather was cracked in many places. Thankfully the instrument was fine, not even a single string broken.

- What is it doing here? I thought he had it in his room…- Phil took it, looking at the polished wood. It wasn’t even dusty thanks to the case, he could almost see his reflection. But it wasn’t his current one, he noticed. Violin was reflecting the past him: a human with short blonde hair, smiling slightly. Seeing that he put the instrument down. Those were only memories… They won't come back.

- Are those FENCING SWORDS?!- loud yell snapped Phil back into reality. Oh no. Tommy found Techno's spare equipment. He quickly rushed to him and snached the blades of his hands.- Ah, come on, man! I’m not going to hurt myself!-

- You’ll get them if you find yourself fencing lessons. And NO other occasion-

You know that Tommy would do anything to get his hands on the swords. Even if he had to find lessons in this God knows where town or commute for three hours to the first big city awaliable. He just needed to find out where and when they would be. But right now… he had to go shopping. Fucking splendid.

Couldn’t Tubbo be the one to pick up the groceries? No, he had to stay in the garden and take care of the flowers for the bees! Stupid shopping, taking his precious time for searching for lessons.

- Tommy, hey, man, haven't seen you in a while!- Nick smiled at him widely, taking his groceries from him. Tommy only grumbled a hello, earning a raised brow from the shopkeeper. But he didn't say anything as something interrupted him.

- Sapnap, who's that little fella?- suddenly from behind a counter came the weirdest looking guy Tommy had ever met. No, wait. He met mister Bad, he took the cake with his mood shifts. One second he was a nice man with glasses and bright smile, then suddenly he was a literal demon. How the hell did Nick grow up with this? But that man… was interesting. He was around Phil's age, but the teenager wasn't sure. His face was completely covered by a plain white mask with this dot-eyes emoji smile.

- Oh this? This is Tommy Innit. He and his friend moved to the house outside the city.

- Really now?- his voice raised a little, but sounded rather amused.

- Tommy, this is Dream. He was my teacher in high school- so… he is around Phil's age.

- Nice to meet ya, mate. Ya got a nice house…

- Thanks?- Tommy had no idea how to feel about him. He gave off a strange aura…- So… you're a teacher? What subject?-

- History, but I can also teach P.E.- man shrugged, putting his hands in the pockets.

- He runs fencing classes even though he has only one kid going- no. Fucking. Way.

- Can I sing up?- Tommy squeaked, shivering with excitement. He was on cloud nine, and won't be coming down soon.

- Depends if you have an equipment and guts to do so…- Dream chuckled. He liked that boy, reminded him a little of him and his friends when they were younger.

- I have the equipment! At least my uncle does and said I can have it if I find myself a tutor!

- Your uncle? Was he a fencer?- Dream knew every single fencer in this area as he challenged them one by one. And none of them had a nephew like him.- What's his name?-

- Oh, no, he wasn't- well, that explained why Dream didn’t know him.- But his son was. They lived in our house once…- fencer living in that house? Could it be…?

- Techno?- man whispered, his voice shivering. No, no, Techno was dead… This boy couldn’t possibly talk to him or his dad. What was he thinking. Of course…- No, it's impossible… sorry, I thought you were ta…-

- You know Techno?- suddenly Tommy interrupted him with curiosity. Dream’s heart dropped. This boy… he knew who’s he talking about? But how? Did he read the news about the house from thirty years ago? Yeah, it must have been that... 

- Did I kn…- man smiled slightly, even though the boy probably couldn’t see it.- Boy, Techno was my best friend when I was still in school. Him and I were always fighting each other for the first place in the fencing club. And when he finally won…- he stopped for the second, relieving once again the news. The memories. Aching in his heart grew once more.- This psycho had to burn their house down-

- Wait, hold on. They were KILLED? It wasn't an accident?

- That's what they would tell you but no. Besides it would be impossible with dadza in the house for it to be an accident- mister Phil was a master of survival after all. He would never let an open stove slip his mind.

- Dadza?

- Phil Watson. Original owner of the house? The one you live in??- Dream was lost. What was it finally, he knew about the previous residents or not? But suddenly Tommy smiled widely.

- Yeah, my great uncle!- his… what… no, it’s impossible… how? Did… right… mister Phil had a sister… and she had a son. What was his name again? Sam? He was younger than them for about eight years, right? 

- You're… actually related to them?

- Yeah! Pretty cool, right?!-

- Oh… Are… are there any of their stuff left?- he was almost scared of the answer. There was hope, but on the other hand relieving those memories would be painful.

- Yes, why? Would you like to come and see?

Dream looked at the house with sadness. It looked almost the same as if it wasn't burned in the first place. Garden was as always lovely at this time of the year…

- Tommy, who's that?- suddenly a head popped from the bushes, making Dream stiff. For a second he thought it was Wilbur… he had the same brown hair, but not as curly as he had… and he wasn't wearing those big round glasses.

- That's mister Dream, I met him in the town. He claimed to be Techno's friend!-

- Oh, welcome! It's nice to meet you, sir. I'm Tubbo!- a smaller boy smiled at him, coming closer to greet him. Dream shook his hand and exchanged a few jokes before coming into the house for a tee. It looked like they were going to have a nice afternoon.

Only Phil, who was sitting in the window, looked at the man worried. He remembered him from somewhere. And he had a bad feeling that he would do something stupid…

He will do something stupid such as going to the basement.

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Yeah, I'm making some fucked up family trees. Most of them won't exactly take part in this story, but they might appear later on.