(Possible TWs: Arson, Deaths, mental breakdown, child neglect effects, anxiety attack, first stages of depression(?), psychopathy effects, voices)
Wilbur's POV
As expected when we landed in Brighton, nobody recognized us and everybody seems so nice here. With the amount of money we had, we could already bought a house the second day we're here. (A/N I know nothing anout those thing so dont ask they did that without signing any papers from the owners okay) A normal sized house though cause we still needed some money to survive. Philza didnt have a job yet.
But we still had enough to buy some furniture so...we did that. We went to IKEA and bought some furniture like, beds, nightstands, sofas, television, shelfs, you know, ordinary stuff that you need to buy when moving into another house.
When we got home that day with the help of some people to bring the furniture to our house, instead of immediately sorting the boxes out. Me and Tommy decided to have some fun playing some songs..
I used my guitar while he used the new piano we bought and I had an idea about him actually joining the song that I made and he really liked. I knew he really liked that one because he wouldnt stop asking me to keep playing it for him.
And so I did, I asked him about it and he immediately shouted, "YES! I'D LOVE TO! And maybe we could post it in the INTERNET!"
"The internet ay? That sounds cool. Sure! I'm down." I said, "Lets do it!"
So thats what we did for the next few days. We've already sort most things out in the house in a week but it wasn't official if I will be staying with them forever since I do still have parents so we didnt really decorate a lot in my room of the house. But it was still decorated because Tommy sleeps in the same room as me and to be honest, I dont mind that much.
But then in September 14th, on my birthday, something...happened...
???'s POV
Snickering as everybody was bordering up the windows and doors of the house trapping his parents inside, I told Marida to go and put gasoline around the house and she happily did so, grabbing the can from out truck and spread them around. And when everybody is done. I lit a match and mutter the words, "We will find you...one day...Wilbur Soot...let this be a warning for you..." throwing the match to the gasoline, We sprinted off to our base as the house caught on fire, laughing.
Wilbur's POV
As I was in my room writing down notes for the piano play of the song when someone knocked on my door. "Come in!" I said turning off the piano and putting away my piano notes, looking behind. The door creaked open with Philza's head peaking through.
"Wilbur?" He asked
"Yea?" I asked
"Sorry to bother you but...you might wanna come see this..." Philza said
"Ok? Whats wrong?" I asked standing up and walking over to him
"Come downstairs." Philza said gesturing me downstairs
I raised an eyebrow as I walked down the stairs to the living room and saw the TV on with Tommy and Techno watching it sternly on the sofa. "Whats going on?" I asked as I watched the TV too
It was showing a house burning. But it wasnt another other house, it was MINE. And then I saw at the front door and the windows were boarded off as the house then collapse inwards.
"WAIT WHAT? WAIT!" I yelled as I moved closer to the TV nearly tipping over to the sofa, "No that cant be my house, my parents are there!" I said
"When did this happen?" I said
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