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Chapter 12: From 4 to 6

Wilbur didn't have much to do. Tommy went out for his first lesson, dad was napping in his room and Tubbo was busy with editing the last time he checked on him. The ghost tried looking through more stuff in the attic, but nothing seemed to spark any mamories without another person, so he was back to square one. So he just sat in his room, looking through his music sheets. He wrote some during his half minded state, but they needed a lot of correcting. Sometimes the chords were so off sync with each other and the other instruments just clashed with the whole music line... and they were all pretty depressing, to say the least. He tried adjusting it slightly but nothing seemed to work at all! What, did his composing skills just get legs and run off to God knows where?! This was frustrating...

Dm7 G7... it made no sense!

Suddenly something caught his attention. A sound. Someone was playing... ukulele? Yes, it was definitely a ukulele. But who? Wilbur carefully put down his guitar and peaked through the door. It was coming from... Tubbo's room?

The teenager was sitting in front of his computer with headphones on his head mindlessly playing ukulele. Wilbur had no idea that Tubbo knew how to play an instrument...

- Ah, hey, Wilbur- teenager suddenly saw him in the mirror and smiled warmly. Both boys had one placed on their desk to be able to see if the ghost maybe wanted to talk to them. It was pretty convenient.- Is something wrong?-

- Ị̷͊ ̷̹̑h̵̢͂a̶͖̿d̸̻̀ ̸̪͝n̷̼̈́ọ̵̐ ̷̦͛i̶̪͗d̴̨̅e̷̹̍ä̴͙́ ̴̙͐ÿ̷͎ȏ̸̹ū̸̮ ̶̞̀p̵̬̿l̵̡͋a̷̻͐y̸̘̚-

- If it's bothering you, I can stop. I know I'm not so great-

- Ñ̶̘o̷͉̓,̵̬̈ ̶͉͋ǹ̶̰ȍ̵̺,̵̺̾ ̶̞̈Ȋ̷͙'̴̠̃m̵̛̫ ̸͚̈́j̴̦̽u̸̹̓s̸̩͋t̵̝̓ ̶̡͌s̶̤͝u̴͍̍r̴̡̋p̸̳͒r̵̢̿i̵͊ͅş̷͌ē̸͕d̸̳̃.̶̙̄ ̶̱̿I̴̲̕t̶͍̓'̶̡̚s̴̞͊ ̶̳̿o̷͕͗n̷̟̑l̵̹̀y̷͉͆ ̸̮͑u̵͇̒k̶͎̏u̶̠̅l̸̈́͜ę̸͋l̴̬̈́é̸̠ ̷̮̿o̶̧̅r̶̞̈́ ̵͕͐ć̶̬a̵̛̬n̸̦̿ ̸͎̑y̸̺͑o̴̬͒ȕ̵̡ ̶̤̿p̴̱̂l̷̥̒ā̸̮ẙ̷̥ ̴͍͂s̷̛̬ơ̶͙m̵̡̿ḙ̶͂t̷͍̋h̴͉̔i̸͍̓n̸͍͂g̸̦̀ ̶̨͑e̵̿͜ḷ̶̕s̵̩̈e̵̤̽?̵̜̀-

- Em... both Tommy and I know how to play piano, badly, but still. And I took ukulele up, because it seemed easier than the guitar-

- Y̴̙͝ó̶̟ǘ̷͕...̵͔̊ ̷̘̽w̵͇̿a̵̤̎ṉ̶̒t̵̥̑ẻ̴̹d̸̺̀ ̷̫͘t̴͍̄o̶̮͂ ̵͈̿l̷̜̀e̴̠̎a̴̤͌ṙ̵͓n̷͊͜ ̸̙̓t̷̫͊ỏ̷̜ ̶̡̌p̷͗͜l̷̤͆a̷̤̍y̷̪͠ ̴̬̎t̴̠̏ḧ̵̤́ê̵̗ ̸̻̔g̵̲̕u̸̳̽i̸̙̓t̴̿ͅà̵̙r̷̙̅?̴̥̔- Wilbur squeaked in excitement. Tubbo wanted to play a guitar? Like him?

- Yeah... but it seemed complicated, so I gave up

- Ǐ̷̪ ̶̝̊c̷͇̕a̶͔̾n̴͎̅ ̴͉̌t̸̯͆e̴̩͠ä̵̙́ĉ̷̣h̷̛͚ ̸̙̈y̸̗͠ó̸̹u̸̍͜!̸͙͛ ̸̪̕H̵̰͗o̸͕̒l̷̞͝d̸̯̐ ̸̫͝ô̷̞n̸̹̈,̸͖͆ ̸̺͋I̷̡̊'̴̣̏ḻ̴̆l̶̡̔ ̵̲̍j̴̹͠u̶͉̾s̶̰͛t̴̹͠ ̷̢̀g̸̻̾e̵͘ͅt̷̡̅ ̸̭̓m̴͕̚y̵͈̆ ̷͎̈́g̸̹̏ụ̵̎ȉ̵̧t̸͍͆a̶̦͑r̷̳̈!̴̝̓- Wilbur felt his heart fluttering. Two more people to play with! There are so many more possibilities to write new pieces! All five of them could play together! Phil would just have to teach Tommy how to play for four hands on the piano! This is going to be great! He couldn't wait to tell Te... No, wait. Techno wasn't here. He forgot. There were only the two of them. Right.

He missed him. He barely remembered him and yet he missed him so much.

- So... how do we start?- Tubbo was staring with amazement at the instrument in his hands. Ever since Wilbur came back he would never let anyone touch it and yet it was now sitting on his lap.

- Ì̷͙t̷͔̉'̸̫́s̶͕̋ ̶͇̆e̸̓ͅi̶̼͆t̵͎̒h̶̼̾e̷̺͠r̵̙͝ ̶͐͜ȧ̵̰ ̸̥͗s̶̺̈o̸̖͋n̸̩̚g̶̗͐ ̷̙̇ỏ̶͕r̷͚̕ ̵̖͠j̶̙̿u̴̫̓s̶̛͇t̷͚́ ̸͙͐c̸̎͜h̵̝͛o̷̟͛r̸̩̂d̴̼̓s̴̳̈́- Wilbur stopped moving the mirror for a second, waving some papers at the teenager.- B̶̨̏u̸͂ͅt̶̫̍ ̷̬͝í̸̡t̷͍̂ ̷̜̋t̷̥̊h̸̥͝ì̴ͅn̸̳̈́k̸̖͌ ̷s̴o̵n̷g̴ ̶m̸i̴g̴h̵t̴ ̵̱̂̑̕b̷̡͆̋̕e̵̲̟̥͊̈ ̵̯̯͈̐͐͌b̴̧̦̝̽͛̕ẹ̶̀t̷̯̔t̷̻̅̕e̷̩̜̱̔r̵͇̻͕͝ ̴s̴i̴n̷c̸e̸ ̴y̷o̷u̶ p̴̟̀l̶̹͌a̶̾͜y̷͙͛ ̷̣̅u̵͈̔k̷̲͝ũ̷̱l̶͇̔e̵̙͂l̴͉̓e̴͚̾ ̷̹̂â̴̪n̸̳̕d̸̘̂ s̴t̵r̴u̶m̸m̸i̸n̸g̶ ̸w̷o̶n̸'̷t̵ b̷̖͒ḛ̵̚ ̵͕̉a̸͝ͅ ̷̥͑p̵̕͜ř̸̹o̴͉̽b̷̪͒l̸̜̈è̸͚m̶̗̍-

- A song?

- Y̴̢̌ẹ̶͐ą̴̈h̴̦̓,̸̘̚ ̶̩͘I̸͇͒'̶͙͆v̶̻̿e̶̯͝ ̶͕͠g̷̺̃o̷̐͜t̶̖̐ ̶̮͂o̸̲͊n̵̨̏e̶̱͌ ̷̼̏f̷̮̍o̴̫̅r̵͇̂ b̷e̶g̴i̵n̷n̶e̶r̴s̴.̶ ̶I̶t̷'̷s̸ ̸f̷r̸o̴m̸ ̸w̵h̵e̶n̴ Ḯ̴̝ ̵͖͌l̴͓͝e̴͈̒ä̶̳́r̴̡̅n̸͙̏e̴̝͝d̸̙̃ ̴̦̔h̵̞̽o̷͚̅ẁ̶͍ ̸̹̒ẗ̸̟ö̶͓́ ̸͇͌p̴̧͐l̴̹͠å̴͕ý̷̱- it was an lovely old song that his teacher gave him to practice at home. He had sat with dad for a few hours, playing and patiently learning the right cords. Mom was with them too, but she was very sick at that point, so she just observed them from the couch.

- So a billion years ago?- Tubbo raised his brow, snickering at him.

- V̵e̷r̷y̵ f̷̘̿ǔ̴ͅn̶̺̾n̶̨̈́ẏ̵̙- even though Wilbur smiled, looking at Tubbo. He reminded him of someone... yes, in the town there used to be a kid that adored his music. If he could only remember his name... he promised to teach him how to play guitar if he would be big enough to hold one. Guess... he could never keep that promise. But he could fulfill it with Tubbo. His heart filled with warmth, looking as the boy struggled with getting a full F chord, like he used to, as he smiled widely at little accomplishments, properly strung strings. Wilbur couldn't help but smile, feeling his joy. As if he was a big brother that just taught his younger sibling how to walk.

Tubbo and Tommy were his little siblings. He spent only a few weeks with them and he had no idea what he would do if they'd disappear. He wanted them to stay here forever. Teach them everything he knew, take care of them and sing if they would have nightmares. Like an older brother would do.

- Wilbur, Wilbur, I got this whole section right!- Tubbo cheered, smiling widely at him as he finished the first verse without any slip ups.

- Y̴e̵s̷,̸ ̴I̴'̵v̴e̸ ̶h̴e̵a̵r̷d̶ ̶i̴t̵!̸- he laughed in response, feeling of pride not leaving him. He was so... happy.- V̶e̷r̶y̸ ̶g̵o̷o̶d̷,̸ ̴T̶u̵b̷b̸o̸!̶ ̸A̷ ̸l̷i̸t̸t̷l̵e̷ ̶m̷o̷r̸e̶ ̶p̷r̴a̴c̸t̷i̵c̴e̴ ̴a̸n̶d̴ ̵y̶o̸u̴ ̸m̷i̷g̴h̷t̵ ̸b̷e̵ ̶a̸s̷ ̸g̶o̷o̴d̶ ̶a̵s̴ ̸I̷!̸-

- Maybe in a few years!- teenager snickered and looked away into the sheets to check the next part of a song. He was getting a hang of it, it wasn't even as complicated as he thought it would be. It was just... bigger.

Suddenly there was a sound downstairs. Piano. Boys looked at each other, caught up in the melody.

- It's... ?- Tubbo started, a little confused, not knowing who could play so lightly.

- I̵t̷'̸s̷ ̶d̷a̵d̷- Wilbur smiled slightly, recognizing this old melody. Dad always played it for warm ups, so they could jump into this music world. Sometimes... he got a little carried away, shifting into the classic pieces, his finger dancing on the keys. Wilbur could never believe that he took piano back up only for him; dad was wonderful with music. He just always claimed that because he had to learn piano at school it completely grew off him.

And now he was sitting there, in the living room, playing just because he heard the boys playing with guitar.

It was the time that always reminded Wilbur how much he loved his dad. How much Phil gave up for them... He and mom could travel the world... but they decided to settle down and have them. Two ungrateful brats that Wilbur and Techno were. Maybe if they wouldn't be there dad would still be alive. Mom wouldn't get sick. Or they would go somewhere to the States or anywhere else to cure her! It was all their fault! If only... IF ONLY...!

But suddenly there was another sound that snapped him out of his misery. He had no idea how it was possible.

Slow, sad cry of the violin.

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Ah, finally, I thought I would never regain myself.
I think it's time to introduce the real me.

Hello, I am Emil and I like to give my characters depression.

And hurt them.
So, you have been warned.

Do you want me to bring Kristin back too?