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Chapter 15: An idiot

- I told you- Wibur was just wheezing in the background, hanging on something that Tommy assumed was Techno. He was sick. He was fuCKING SICK!

- It's not FAIR!- why did he have to be the one to catch a cold? Why couldn't Tubbo get it?

- As fair as it may or may not be, I warned you about this, young man- Tommy only pouted in response, snuggling deeper into his sheets. He felt so betrayed by his own body... he was suffering from both sickness and yesterday training and he did not like it even a bit. Everything was aching... He groaned, just wanting all of this to end. Phil sighed, looking at the boy. And what was he supposed to do with him? According to his papers he was an adult, but he behaved as if he was only five, throwing a tantrum because of a little cold. Now, where has he seen that before?

- W̴̛̮̗̩͛͒̒̎̔͒̓͘̚͝ͅi̴̢̹̯̦̭͉̻̠͚̖͋̇̎̕͘͝͝ḷ̶̣̺̭̟̠̰̦͈͈̬̂̋̉̌̓͝b̴̛̛̗̻̞̱̭̭͌̎̓̃̉̽̀͌̚͝u̵̠̠̞̜̅́̐̍̈́̐̚͘͝r̶̳̣͔͔̈́͛̓͑̿̀͛͒̄̅͝,̶̧͙͔̇̽́̿̀͆̍͜ͅ ̷̧̛̼̭͕̥̰́̓̍̾͗͊̄ͅd̸͎̅̋̐͌͐̀̀ő̴̲̙̤̗̐̅ͅn̶̢͙̱͚̟̖̥̲͉̖̫̋̈̆'̵̲̣̦̗͚͎͍̺̏͋͐̑͊̽̀̿̽͊͘̚ͅt̷̢̡̧̫̗̟̭̲͇̯̮̾̿̅̂̃͂̀́͘ ̴̢̦͚̪̫̺͓̦͌̀͑͋̽͛̚l̷̨̡̢̨͔̭̞̞̞͂͜͠ą̸̧͚͎͉͍̫̏ͅư̸̘̘̹̹̣̜̙̘̝̠͑͊͛͋͗̿g̶̨̺͙̩͎̦̪̟̜̩͙̖̀̂̉̅͑̓͛͌̔̈́̀͝h̴̫̼͖̝̣͚͕̲̎̌͂͋́̓̆̂͘͘͝͝,̸̹̭̱̙̗̩̪̣̰̮͍̂̑͛ ̵̲̬̝͖̹͍̬̀y̷̪̗̒́̎̎̒́͂̌͝͝ǫ̴̙̟̥̫̭͈̖͗̈́ü̴̺̮̫͒̿̄́͝ ̵̡̦̞̙͎̻̼̞̤͋̾w̷̠̣̣̥̫̬̖̯̻͉͓̽̎̈́̏̎ͅę̸͎͛͗̃͛̋͛̾r̵̗̽̈͆̓͊̅̈́̓́̋ȩ̶̫̲͇̲͚̺̤̖̎ ̴̨̝͓̩̱̬͓͗͗͊̈́̈́͂̊͘͝͝w̸̢̛͕o̴̠̹̒̾̏͆́̂́ŗ̵̧͇̭̟̔̆̅̇͠͠͝͠s̵̲̥̬̳͚̣̫̘̠͈̜̅̕ë̸͍̪̲͖̬͉̫̩̜̗́̏́̋̀̋̀̚-

Techno said his thoughts out loud, brushing his annoying twin off his shoulders. Wilbur hated being sick, nose stuffed and runny, head aching and fingers too stiff to hold even a single chord. He was always screaming out of boredom when he was seven...

- Y̴e̵a̴h̷,̷ ̷I̸ ̶j̴u̴s̴t̴ ̵w̵a̵s̸n̵'̴t̷ ̵s̵t̵u̸p̸i̷d̴ ̵t̸o̵ ̴c̷h̷a̶t̸c̵h̵ ̵a̵ ̵c̸o̴l̵d̸ ̷l̴i̴k̵e̵ ̴t̸h̴a̸t̸!̷- Techno would argue, but he didn't say anything, his memories still too fuzzy to form a valid argument. It was annoying, not being to remember. At least he wasn't alone anymore... but looking at the old photograph saddened him deeply; he changed so much... he didn't even realise this before, not remembering how he was supposed to look like. He feared the moment he would be able to see his face in the mirror, expecting to see a complete stranger in it. But before he could once again drown in his thoughts, Tommy sneezed really loud, making him flinch really badly. The lightbulb broke.

- S̷̯̝͖̱̗̩͎̏͐̚ǫ̸̡̥̟̟̭̚ͅŕ̷̢̡̧̫̩͍͖̪̘̼̲͂̏̆̆̑́̚r̷̟̲̂̓̈́́̔͘͝ÿ̴̖͍͇͙̊͌̽̐̾͝-

Techno muttered, scooping up the broken glass.

- It's "bless you"- the sheets responded, making Wilbur wheeze even louder. Oh, this is going to be a beautiful day! Techno didn't respond just leaving the place, probably to get a spare, with Phil following him closely.

-̷̡͍̗͔̥̪̹̼̊̍̎͐̿ ̴̪̱̥̭̮͂̅́̿̽̍͛͌̍̆͆Y̶̲̻̗̯̳̬͌͋͛̄̒̀͘ờ̴̘͔̪̼͈̜̍̏͛͌͗͆̔͜͝u̸͉͓͔͂̔̀̈́͐ ̷̧̨͔̤͖̳͔̪̙̭̋̒͊̈̔̍͆͘͝ḑ̸̫̭͑̀o̸̧̤̿̌̋̽̑̃͆̕n̵͈̹͕͙̳̠͕̋̒̓͜'̵̱̺̘̤͔̙̿͂̏t̷͙̒͒̃͑͛̽̓͛͗ ̵̢̡̰͇͈̮͚̙͙̈́̓̊̓̓̋͑̃̈͗́ṅ̶̨̙̦͖͚͈̼̤́͐͑̈́͗̚͜͠ȩ̵̢̢̭̮̗́̽̂̔̂̃̂͐̕͝ȩ̵̛̩̗͔̗̫̺̯̂̏̽̌̃d̷͈̯̮̮̏̎͘͘ ̶̣̬̰̼̮͙͌̌͐̔͜ͅt̸̟̣͓̹̲̦̽̅̿̅͛̄ō̸̲̮̤̗̞̺͙͋̀̇͌̓̄̎̀͗̕ ̴̠̆͊̀̈́̇͝s̴̞̝̩̆̈́̍͛̌̇̀̕͝t̷̢̙̝̗̾̍̔͠ȃ̴̡̺̲̼̈́͛̐̉̾́̏̊͗̾y̶̢̛̹̟̼̭͇͗͋́ ̴̖͍̼̭̪͎̘̦́́̔͐̄̏̎͊͝ͅw̶̨̱̹͍̻̱̭̜̯̌̎́̔̔͛ĩ̶̱̭̫͍̬̄̀̽́̋͒̅ť̷͍̳͔͎̪̰̅h̶̰͓͉̭̆̎̌̃̈́̕͝ ̵̻̐́͗̐m̵̳͉̝͉̘̼̈́̈̏̀̓͐ͅȩ̴̨̡̦̥͐ͅ,̴̮̱̬̯̬̠͍̊̒́̇ ̴̛̀̄̾͑̐̕͠͠ḓ̸̨͇̪̜͆̈́̊̎̏͑ä̸̙̞̮̾̾̌͊d̷̥͖̭̳̤̥̾͛͑͋.̶̰͍̥͎͕̖͇̮̰̓̒̍̈́̀̈́ ̵̨̩̺̗̭̺̞̉̉̋̅̿͝͝H̶͇̝͚̯̱͓͐̎ȩ̸̢͎̘̟̩͔̞͙̍̆̀̈́͒͜ ̶̤̹͑͋̍ṋ̶̝̖̥̍̃̌͑̒͜͠e̴̺̜̭̝̬̥̭͆́̃͗̔͐͗̋̃͜e̵̥͓̹̜̖͓̖̖̎͑͂̿̎̀̕͜͠d̶̺͓̺͓͖͇̼͛͝ͅs̴̨̫̗̤̳̪̋̀͗̌̐̌͌̾̒̌͝ ̵̢͎̦̙̘̫͈͖͓͋͆̀̂́̍́͛́̚y̴̧̬̝̳̟̠͚̠̹̾͐̆̔͊͛͝ǫ̵̨̨̛͔̼͚̗͚̦͎͌͒͒̂̓͘͠͠ú̴̝̥̪͑̂́̔̉̇̚͝ ̶̧͓̟͖̋̿̀͌̓̈́̅̚m̵͓̮̩̠̈̋́͂̈́̈ǒ̷͔̯̝̖̣́̌r̷̡͖͙̣̹͕̤͓̀͋͗̆͌̃̆̅̑̕ȩ̸̛̩̝̹̤̤̭̇̏͊̿̂͠͝ ̴̡̧̮̫̑̏͑̽͐͒̃̽ţ̷̿̄́̓̈h̸͚͖̜̺͕̮̫̤̯̿̽̊͝a̶͇̘͑̍n̸͉͕̙̺̟͗͗̀͊̈̒ ̵̧̖̭̺͖̣̱́̒Ĩ̴̪̠͚̗̞̈́́͌͋͊̆̐̍ ̸͙̫͉͖̝̆̓͐̓d̶̡̬͕̮̣͎͔̱̀o̴̡̗̭̠͇̣̞̺͉̾̓-̵̨͉̫̦̥̠͍̙̔̇͂̔̑̒͛͠