~Stranger discontinued~

⋆chapter 2⋆

*Tommy's POV*

THE WALK HAS BEEN HORRIBLE SO FAR, DAD SAID IT WOULD ONLY BE FEW MINUTES TILL WE GOT THERE!! WHAT A LIAR, IT FEELS LIKE WE'VE BEEN WALKING FOR AN HOUR HOLY SHIT. "Daaaad how long til we get there?" It must have been at LEAST thirty minutes by now.

"Tommy we've only been walking for four minutes, we're almost there just be patient" CumconutPrime- I mean Phil shushed. My Jaw drops as i stop walking. Four minutes? FOUR MINUTES?

"FOUR MINUTES WHAT DO YOU MEAN FOUR MINUTES, IM TIRED, WHY DOES THE VILLAGE HAVE TO BE SOOO FAAARRRRR-"

"Tommy stop being impatient, this walk won't take as long as the time it took to get down the stupid mountain.." wilby spoke out, scaring the shit out of me since he wasn't exactly visible at the moment. Apparently the pussy doesn't like sunlight or something I dunno I wasn't paying full attention on his explanation to why he's never visible in sunlight.

"Shut it musician boy, this is more boring than that time you tried teaching me how to play dads piano" I remember a picture in my mind of Wilbur trying to teach me the notes and chords as it snowed, he eventually got tired of me not paying attention and ended up turning invisible, gathering snowballs, and proceedings to attack me with them in the house soon after...it was to late to stop when techno came in wanting to join in the attack. Remembering that makes me wish i just payed attention and took the lame lesson. Now I'm traumatized, I'll never be the sam-

"Tommy stop spacing out when I'm talking to you" the invisible asshole said as he flicked the back of my head.
"OW-  WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?"
"Stop being such a baby it didn't hurt"
"Yeah what techno said"
"Shut up you invisible prick"
"You shut up" Wilbur said as he flicked me again this time on the forehead.
"STOP IT" I swat around as if there was a fly of some sort around me, in reality I was trying to hit my invisible brother.

"Stop fighting you two. We're almost there just be patient" dad stopped to ruffle my hair. "Once we're there if your quiet I'll buy you a can of coke alright?"
"Really!? You promise?" Dad chuckled a bit "I promise" he chuckled and continued walking.

This. This was my Chance, I haven't had a fresh can of coke in a week. I just have to stay quiet and ignore-
"Hey Tommy did you know that coke at first was liquid cocaine, it's why it's called coke in the first place. You sure you wanna drink a can of that shit? I mean sure it doesn't have cocaine anymore but it's still very unhealthy and not good for you, and you drink it quite a lot"
"Shut up Wilbur.." I can't see him but I KNOW there's a stupid smirk on his face. He's not gonna leave me alone is he. Just as I was about to say something else he continued.
"Awww don't wanna talk to your big brother willllby? I'm hurt" god he's probably making a stupid pouty face right now, fucking asshole.

Whatever, as long as I ignore Wilbur I should be fine...I'll have that can of coke by the end of the day.
"Tommy do you think there's other chickens like yourself around here?"

❰short time skip brought to you by the invisible prick❱

I didn't get my coke. Fuck Wilbur, I hope he dies by burning in the sun...We had arrived to the village, Wilbur being told not to speak at all, techno and me being told to stay close. Phil would look through the isles, it was weird we looked normal, Phil's wings were hidden in a cape, I wore one of techno's baggy jackets that he wears when he walks around the mountain, my wings felt so compressed. The thought that Wilbur is forced to stay invisible even in the shade sucks. As I was thinking about how weird my current situation was I spotted the most beautiful thing ever, a can of coke.

"Dad, dad, dad, dad, dad, dad, dad-"
"What Tommy?" Phil stopped me before I could go any longer.
"Can I pleeeeaaaaasssssee have a single can of cok-"
"No"
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.
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"But philllll...I know I didn't stay quiet but I really tried! It's just that wil-" dad cut me off before I could say another word. "No Tommy I don't wanna hear it right now-"

"Phil is that you?" A unfamiliar low voice with a British accent spoke. He sounded beyond annoying, I turn around to see who this random shithead was to think he could just interrupt my dad while he's lecturing me-Actually what the hell am I saying I'm glad he interrupted, it may not seem like Phil was gonna say much but he definitely was. It's Phil, he's old, he always has something to say.

He had brown hair, it was fluffy kinda like Wilbur's. he wore sunglasses with a simple dark grey T-shirt, jeans, some platform boots, and lastly a cape with some flag on it. I've never seen such a simple yet exotic outfit before, yet alone one that strangely worked so well. Then again I don't see other people besides my family.

(He is so beautiful)

"Phil! It really is you! God you haven't aged one bit! Real shocker considering how old you are.." he said whispering the last part. Who the fuck is this guy??

"I heard that."

"Yeah, anyways Phil how ya been!? Not sure if you remember me, it's me Eret! I used to pay you to help the locals, I believe you been gone for...how long now...years?..decades?.." I saw dad roll his eyes to this remark before he responded. "Very funny Eret, if it was decades you wouldn't be able to call me old" Eret was quick to respond. "Nonsense phil, I'll always be able to call you old since your older"

Eret and Phil ended up catching up a bit, techno, me, and the invisible Wilbur listening in silence and confusion. After a few minutes of chatting Eret put a hand on Phil's shoulder and pulled him a little closer whispering "Phil I really hate to do this right now, especially considering your kids are with you, but I really need your help.." we all looked at Eret in confusion "what's wrong did something bad happen that I missed?"

"Oh Phil.."

"There's so much you need to catch up on"

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Word count: 1079

Writing shit is interesting.

Nothing else, that's it, also first person here gets a uhh idk you come up with the prize I guess

I'm tired.

Remember to drink water, maybe eat some food, shower, I would say get out of bed but of course you won't need to since sleep is propaganda made by the government so they can pay the hot scary "psychic" at 3 am-