Phil locked his door and fell onto his knees, tears flowing. Yet another fight with his wife, Samsung Smart Fridge. His heart was broken, bleeding even, he hated fighting with her, it was always so one sided, only he ever spoke making him feel like the bad guy each and every time. He placed his hand on the door, thoughts swirling, pondering if he should be the first to apologize once again, worrying that he may have let too much slip this time.
Instead of sorrow and anger, his brain started filling with confusion and worry. Why were they even fighting? If it was a significant reason surely he'd remember. Does she just hate him? Was it his fault? Is she okay? Is she mad? He needed to know. He stood up, a slight panic in his chest as he started to unlock the door. He froze, reathinking if going down would make things worse or if she'd just ignore him. He stepped back "maybe a few more minutes-". He sat on the bed and stared at the door hugging his knees to his chest, sighing. "Every single da-" he was interrupted by a ringing noise. He looked at his phone, it was a call from Wilbur. He wiped his eyes and cleared his throat before answering "hey will, what's up" there was silence then what sounded like hyperventilating "Phil we have a problem-"
"Well what is it, how can i help"
"... fundy dumped sally back into the lake-"
"... can't you just put her back in the bucket?"
"She swam away already-"
"Awe Will I'm so sorry- i- i don't know how to help" Phil felt bad, he couldn't even help his son with his wife. He gave a little sniffle and tried to hold back his tone. "I really am sorry, i hope you find her-"
"Thanks dad, we'll try- FUNDY NO DON'T EAT THA-" he'd hung up.
He threw his head back, tears flowing once more in a silent cry, the last thing he wanted was Samsung Smart fridge hearing him. "It's not fair, I just wanted it to work. I try so hard..." his lip quivered as he held back whatever he could. His phone lit up, he struggled to see because his eyesight was blurred by his tears. In a quick swipe he wiped his face again and looked down. A text from samsung smart fridge "2:00 reminder, your target curbside pickup order will be ready in one hour." Phil gave a little smile "okay... are you alright...?" No answer. "hey look- I'm sorry, I didn't mean what i said, i promise. you are cold enough to keep the ice cream frozen-" he sighed and went down and glanced at her from across the room, approaching ever so slowly and opening the freezer door taking out the ice cream "do you uh want some-" there was silence "I'll take that as a no" the fridge started beeping "please close the freezer door" Phil gave a soft smile and nudged the door closed "you always say that". He took a couple spoonfuls of the ice cream before pulling it back and kissing the door handle "Will lost Sally today love, i feel damn awful, poor thing... we should invite him for dinner!" He smiled up at her screen "curbside pick up ready in 50 minutes" he nodded "you're right i should get going... i love you, i feel like i don't say that enough" he kissed her nice more before walking out the door, leaving a very confused and concerned technoblade on the couch. "... what the fuck-"
