A family of fears||a sbi fanfic

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Wilbur Soot, also known as Mister Soot by the few who prefer to be formal, groans. He looks over to his alarm clock.

'8:00ᴀᴍ'

"Uuugghhhhhh it's already Monday?? Damn I could have sworn it was just Fri- WAIT EIGHT??? FUCK I HAVE TO GET TO WORK AT SEVEN OH FUCK-"
Wilbur gets up and goes over to his wardrobe. He sighs and rushes to pick up a pair of jeans, a white button up shirt, and a black jacket.

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Phil, or Philza Watzon if you would wish to know his full name, was in his kitchen. He was making coffee, well it was mostly more sugar and creamer than coffee because his boys wouldn't drink it any other way. He was just about to pour the first cup of coffee...

"AAAAAHHHH-"

But then he heard a familiar shout.

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"Wil how many times have I told you not to run down the stairs!!"
Wilbur was sitting at the bottom of the stairs well Phil was standing over him lecturing him again.

"Well I mean I wasn't count-"

Phil cuts off Wilbur before he could finish his sentence.

"The answer is a lot. You trip and fall almost every morning!"

"Dad I'm going to be late for work! It's already eight I'm supposed to be there at seven!"

Phil put a hand on his white and green striped hat.

"How many times have I told you to fix your clock" Phil mumbled to himself.
"Wil, your clock is hours off. When are you going to fix that thing!?" The elder then chuckled to himself.

"So what time is it right now?" Wilbur asked his dad.

"It's six twelve."

"Oh"

Phil walked over to the counter where the coffee maker was.
"Go sit down mate. It's only a five minute walk to work you won't be late." He pointed to their dining table.

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Phil puts a cup of coffee down in front of Wilbur, and In front of where he sat, then sat down himself. He sat at the head of the table, Wilbur usually sitting to his left and Phil's youngest sitting next to Wilbur. On the right side of him was where his oldest would sit.

"You're picking up Tommy today from school."
Wilbur spit out the sip of coffee he was drinking.
"WHHHAAAATT???"
"You heard me."Phil smirked at his middle child.

"BUT I HAVE PLANS WITH FRIENDS TODAY!"
"Which friends?" Phil asked raising his eyebrows at the eighteen year old.
"It's Niki, Sally, Fundy and... Minx and Shlatt..." he trailed off at the end looking at the stairs of which a groggy Tommy InnItt came sliding down.

"SEE DAD IM NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO FALLS!!" Wilbur shouted

If you strained your ears hard enough you could hear a sixteen year old Tommy cursing swears you have never even heard of before under his breath.

"You okay mate?" Phil chuckled then asked his youngest child, Tommy.

"Yup totally fine! Big men like me cant get hurt! Or even feel any type of pain at all! Even the mental kind!!!"

"Yup suuurrrreee, your definitely one big man Toms!"

"Shut up fucking bitch boy!" Tommy then sat down in his seat.

"Oh am I the bitch now!? I could have sworn last night yo-"
Wilbur got cut off by the eldest sibling, by one month, sitting down at the table. His long pink hair was all over the place, most likely he had just woken up. He started to go through his hair with his fingers like they were a hair brush. He was wearing a white button up shirt that looked to big for him, black pants, and a red shall.