New house, new adventures.
Tommy is keen on moving to an old house that his family had troubles selling. What can go wrong? After all, he has his best friend at his side.
It's going to be great!
Those old buildings always hide a treasure inside, rig...
- Yeah, I completely forgot about this… sorry, Techno- Tommy smiled faintly and almost instantly sneezed after.- I wanted to ask Tubbo to wash it but then…-
- Ī̵̡ ̷̨̼̞̦͗ǘ̶̳͔̀͊̒ͅn̴̡̛͍̺̬͐̎d̵̡̺̤̓ͅè̵͎͙͌ȓ̴̘͍̰̒́s̶̞̮̊͌̍͌t̶͔̺͇̞̉̈́͂̚a̴̧̯̺̽̐͜n̶̞̄͂ḍ̸̱͇̖͌̊̀- the ghost responded shortly, handing him a tissue to wipe his nose. Let's say that incident was the fault of both of them. Who ended up in a worse position was a completely different matter. But they just decided to leave that behind them and get to know each other from the start. Techno was pleasantly surprised that Tommy took up fencing and promised to help him train a little when he gets better. He also discovered that his obnoxiousness wasn't as bothering as he thought it would be. He could get used to it with time. Wilbur on the other hand of course had to share his newest idea for a piece, presenting part of it on his guitar. He also insisted that Tubbo would play a part for practice, but the boy just pulled out his ukulele and accompanied him in the main part. It sounded odd, but everyone was just smiling or laughing, enjoying each others' company.
Until there was a loud crash downstairs.
- D̴a̴d̵?̶ ̸I̶s̶ ̵e̴v̴e̴r̷y̴t̵h̵i̴n̸g̵ ̶o̶k̶a̶y̷ ̶d̷o̴w̴n̷ ̷t̸h̷e̴r̸e̸?̸- Wilbur stuck his head through the door, but didn't get any answer. Instead the sound repeated, followed by another.- G̷e̷e̴z̷,̵ ̶w̵h̷a̸t̵ ̷i̵s̵ ̷h̵e̶ ̴d̷o̶i̶n̷g̴ ̵d̸o̵w̵n̵ ̸t̶h̴e̸r̷e̴,̴ ̴s̵t̸a̵r̵t̶i̶n̷g̶ ̷a̸n̷ ̷a̵r̴m̶a̵g̷e̴d̷d̵o̸n̴?̶-
- I'll go check!- Tubbo volunteered, jumping onto his feet. And while he would be there, he could help Phil with the soup! But what he saw in the kitchen outgrew his wildest expectations. Or rather nightmares. Everything in the kitchen was shaking in the gusts of wind, objects were flying. The floor was covered with black feathers and veins, like an infection. And in the center of it, Phil was kneeling coiled. But it wasn't completely him either. It looked nothing like the reflection boys could see every day. Half of his body was covered with black feathers, wings puffed in alarm. His once golden hair was speckled with dark streaks. But the face… Tubbo couldn't see his face, as he covered it with his hand, now ending with sharp claws. Only a few feathers were sticking from under and one eye was visible. One yellow eye, widened in horror and wildness. It was no longer Phil. It was a horrified creature.
- U...uncle?- he whispered, but he didn't seem to hear him. Or did he? Suddenly he looked at him, freezing blood in his veins. There was nothing human in those eyes, not even a spark of understandment. Just animal fear.
- Guys?- Tubbo squeaked, not sure what to do. He was terrified, terrified of Phil. Never in his life had he thought that he would be scared of this sweet, quirky man and yet he stood there, completely frozen in horror. - G-guys, I think I need help…- suddenly the creature moved, making Tubbo shriek. He scratched the floor, leaving deep furrows in the tiles, looking directly at the teenager. Tubbo was close to bursting into tears.
- T̷u̸b̵b̷o̵,̶ ̶w̸h̶a̷t̴'̷s̵ ̷g̷o̸i̶n̷g̷ ̸o̷n̴ ̵i̶n̴ ̷h̶e̵r̸e̷,̸ ̴w̷h̷a̴t̵'̴s̷ ̴t̸a̸k̸i̸n̸g̶ ̵y̶o̵u̸ ̴s̴o̶ ̴l̴o̶n̸g̶?̷- Wilbur. He came. And after him followed Tommy, wrapped tightly with blanket. At their sight creature slumped even more, trying to completely cover its face.
- W̴̛̭̱͈̋̃͐h̸̢̲̞̓̿͑͠ͅa̵̰̤̟̟͌̅͝t̴̩͘ ̷̺͗͠ţ̶̭̺̄͊͌ḧ̶̠͚͇́̀̚è̷̲̣̟͐̍…̶̪̮͊͝ ̵̧̡͈̓͜d̷̨̬͂̊̌́a̴͚̮̜͇͛̇̿d̴̤͌̉͐?̵̺̺͗̏̚- Techno couldn't believe his own eyes. None of them could.
It reminded Tommy of the first time he met Techno. And what Phil said about this. They had to "bond" to bring him back. And heck, that's what he's going to do. So he did the most stupid thing he could do - stepped into the tornado of sharp kitchen objects. Something hit him, he got cut, but he continued fighting with the wind to move forward. Until something pushed him. Techno was right beside him, shielding him from incoming knives and pushing forward. Tommy smiled, feeling safer. They could do this. But the gale was getting storneger, it was hard to even move. Only a little more….
Tommy reached out, his fingers trying desperately to reach the man. It was so close, come on…
And then everything stopped as his fingertips gently brushed the feathers. Tools dropped to the floor with a loud crash and so did Tommy, finally realising that he too was starting to fly away. Only sobbs remained, connected with hiking and growling.
- Uncle… we're here, it's us…- teen had no idea what to do, burying his hand into the feathers. Phil jerked away, but second after his breath relaxed, pupils went back to normal. So Tommy tried it again. He was cold, as if he was touching ice. Nothing like that warm hand that protected him from Techno back then… but it was him underneath it, he could feel it. He felt when Techno touched his shoulder, kneeling next to him also softly stroking his father's feathers. Phil didn't back down, even though he was visibly scared. He just sat there, frozen. Wilbur also kneeled before him, Tubbo following soon after.
- N̷o̵ ̷o̵n̶e̷ ̵w̵a̴n̸t̴s̶ ̶t̸o̷ ̴h̸u̷r̴t̸ ̵y̷o̴u̴ ̴d̵a̵d̶…̶- they hugged him, thightly. And he hugged back, crying and whining, slowly sounds getting more human, claws disappearing. Soon on the floor was kneeling the old Phil, with wings, antlers and fluffy ears. Only his face was no longer black, few feathers still sticking out of his cheeks.
- Thank you… I… I…- his voice cracked, as he hugged the boys tighter, scared of losing himself once again. But they smiled, crying from relief.
- It's alright, uncle- Tubbo laughed, swallowing his tears and grinning widely, heart feeling so light now. Everything was normal again. Everything was fine, as they sat there, laughing their long gone stress off.
But one thing did change and yet none of the boys seemed to notice it.
Phil was still visible.
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Art by me Maybe I'll finally kick my lazy butt and do some illustrations
