Wanted For Slaughter

Chapter 3 - YOU???

'Well, that was weird...' Tommy thought to himself, rubbing his face and going back to his classroom.

Class soon ended. Tommy and the gang walked out of the classroom, sighing.

"Man! Twenty parts to that math question?? At least it's an easy one, I guess..." Tommy muttered to himself.

"Toms, ey, man, Toms, I don't think you know what easy means." Alex said, patting his friend's shoulder.

"I can explain it to you later if you want man, just call me." Tommy replied

"Thanks dude." Alex grinned, smacking Tommy's shoulder.

"Agh! Alex! Watch it!" Tommy stumbled.

Alex and Grayson chuckled among themselves.

Bzz. Bzz.
A phone call.

Tommy looked at the caller ID. 'Old bitch.'

'Ah.' He thought. 'Probably another mission.'

"Hey guys, I gotta go, Dad's calling." Tommy muttered.

"Awww, again?? Well, Toms, I'm meeting up with tiredtwt later if you wanna join. Invites always open. We leave Subway at 4. Bye!" Grayson waved, jogging away, waving to his group of friends.

Quackity waved as well, heading to the bus stop.

Tommy quickly picked up the phone, covering his mouth as he brisk-walked to his classroom, hoping that Techno was still in the class.

"Hey, yeah, hi dad. Mhm, wait who? Oh. Ok. New teammates? Who? Those are weird fuckin' names dad. I'm walking over to Techno and Will now. I'll get a ride home from them. Yup, bye dad."

He kept his phone, keeping his pace towards his classroom. He opened the door with a bit too much force, to see Techno leaning on the board and Wilbur sitting on the teacher's desk.

"Word from dad! New teammates! Get home! Now!" Tommy ordered.

"Ok, ok, we get it child. Let's go."

Wilbur slung his bag over his shoulder, placed his hands into his pockets, and strolled out.

Techno sighed, grabbed his bag, and walked out.

Tommy just chased after them.

About 10 minutes later, they arrived at their home, seeing Phil on the phone. (i'm starting to see a connection between Phil and a phone (ref to TOFN))

"Yeah ok, what time? Four? Ok, come over in the correct attire please." Phil hung up, spinning on his heel to greet us. "Hey boys! Your partners will be coming over to help with those, uh, vigilantes."

"Oh? What do we wear to meet with them?" Wilbur asked.

"Just wear your normal mission attire. You can dress fancy to make a good first impression if you want." Phil continued, Tommy eyeing Techno smugly.

"We'll be getting out of this safe house and going to the mansion, so, it will be preferable to have an extra set of formal attire. I will leave you boys to take care of yourself. I expect all of your ready in..." Phil checks his watch. "Half an hour. What are you waiting for? Go Go Go!"

The trio sprinted up the stairs, basically climbing up each other to reach their rooms.

Phil smiled to himself, watching as his three 'sons' basically murdered each other to get up the stairs.

The three sons he was referring to were now all in their bedrooms, wearing their mission gear along with suits. (basically yknow when you wear your swimming clothes under your normal clothes?)

They ran down, one strapping a knife to his arm, another pocketing a stick of dynamite, and the last grabbing his lucky charm, a wither skull keychain.

Tommy eyed Techno. "You still keep that thing?" He chuckled.

"Yeah. What? I like it."

Tommy rolled his eyes. "Yeah yeah, let's go."

All four hopped into the limo, Phil at the front, and the brothers in the back.

"To the mansion please." The chauffeur nodded, hitting the gas and speeding to the mansion.

They soon reached the mansion, Phil checked his watch. "They should arrive in 10 minutes. Do what you want until then." He shooed the trio away.

The group scattered. One going to the kitchen, another the shooting range, and the last simply went into his music room.

Tommy, being the little gremlin he is, ran into the kitchen and immediately started raiding it. "Ooo my coke! My beloved!" He grabbed a whole shirtful of cans and ran up to his room, cans rattling.

Techno strolled into the shooting range. Naturally, it was empty. He grabbed a pistol of the rack and typed his name, along with the date and number of targets was going to shoot into the system. Ten moving targets popped out of the ground. Techno closed an eye, and shot. Headshot. Chest shot. Headshot. Shoulder shot. Headshot. He reloaded his gun, and proceeded to simply take down each target one by one.

Wilbur was in the music room. Phil added this room to the mansion for him specifically after hearing him play his guitar late at night. The room was soundproof, looked awfully similar to a production studio, and had a variety of instruments along the side, mostly made up of acoustic guitars. He strummed the strings, making sure everything was in tune. He hummed a bit, warming up his voice.

(if u want u can play one day by Lovejoy here i'm gonna be doing it from the chorus because i'm assuming most of you have more of a life considering i've been playing it on loop since it was released i think my parents want to disown me and honestly i can't blame them.)

"One day, I know that you'll be there. One day, i'll focus on the future maybe, one day, oh baby isn't life so FUCKING INCONSISTENT?" A knock was heard from the door. The door creaked open, revealing Phil, just standing there. "Well Will. That was nice. You gonna release that or something?"

At that, Wilbur grinned. "Yeah! Yeah, I am. I've made it with a bunch of my friends I think it sounds pretty good."

"Nice, I'm sure you'll do great with it. Good luck." He turned to leave. "Oh and your teammates are here."

At that, Wilbur's head snapped up. "What?" He ran to two buttons in the room and started tapping them rapidly. An earring in Techno and Tommy's ears started vibrating. They sighed, one walking to the living room and one straight up sprinting.

"Hey Phil! What's happening? Why the call?"

"Your teammates." The doorbell rang, echoing around the whole mansion. "They're here."

"Their codenames are Bee, Ranboo, and Chu. Unless they deem it necessary, you should call them by their codenames."

Another trio was stood at the door. One female and two males. Wilbur scanned the group, his eyes landing on a familiar pink head of hair. "NIKI? WHY ARE YOU HERE?"

Niki stood there crossing her arms and leaning on a side wall. "Why? I cant believe you didn't even know that I would be here. I'm the top hacker in the family. Silly." She lightly slapped the top of Wilbur's head.

Tommy scanned the group, his eyes landing on a hair of brown. His eyes narrowed. He took a closer look, eyes filling with recognition. "YOU?!"

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