Us Against the World

Chapter 29- calm yourself

I hate my father. father shittiest.

so i broke like broke broke my phone on halloween.

and when i told him he was like 'oh well i was gonna get you a new one anyways, guess we should move that up'.  THE FUCKING C*NT THEN PROCEEDED TO BUY HIMSELF A NEW PHONE THE NEXT WEEKEND AND GIVE ME HIS OLD ONE FROM LIKE 2018/2019 WHICH IS STARTING TO HAVE BATTERY ISSUES AND SHIT!

counting down the days until i turn 18...

moving on, content, woo i was unmotivated sorry this took like a week lol also thanks for 16K (almost 17k) you guys are insane. Please comment any suggestions/errors, i take them into account for editing and future writing.

TW/CWs: Swearing, Light Arguing (?), Mention of Police, Food, Stomachache, Implied Over-Eating

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Wilbur blankly stares at the empty space, not fully processing what happened for a few seconds. Blinking, he looks to the three boys behind him, "What the fuck. WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING?!?"

Tommy completely ignores the siren's ranting and turns to his brother, who is frowning, wings and antennae vibrating nervously, "Why was that bitch staring at you Tubs?"

"I don't know..." Tubbo murmurs, chest still heaving slightly from the run over. The bee hybrid is staring at the spot the three girls were, confused and worried.

"- LITERALLY THE SECOND TIME THIS MONTH!" Wilbur finishes his rant with a huff, throwing an angry punch into the air. The three boys flinch away instinctively, causing Wilbur to give them an apologetic and -in Tommy's opinion- patronizing look.

The raccoon boy rummages in his bag, stepping towards the annoyed hero, "Wilbur, have a carrot, please, calm yourself."

"The fuck?" Wilbur whips his head to look at the blonde, smile hinting at the corner of his mouth at the absurdity of the boy's statement.

Tommy proudly proffers a gummy carrot from his pillowcase. When Wilbur makes no move to take the plastic-incased bundle of artificial sweetener, the raccoon hybrid throws it at him.

"No thanks, Toms," Wilbur gently hands the sweet back to the boys, pulling out his phone with his other hand, "Okay, Okay, I'm gonna call Techno to come pick you guys up."

This simple statement sends Tommy into a rant of his own, "WHAT? NO WE WANT TO HELP CATCH-"

"No. You're going back home with Techno. No arguments."

"Memememememmeh," Tommy grumbles before blowing a raspberry at the brunette siren.

"Very nice, child," Wilbur rolls his eyes, holding the phone next to his ear as it rings, "Techno? Yeah, can you come pick Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo up at the corner store near the disgusting algae pond? I know. Look can I explain it to you later, the police are probably gonna be here soon and I'd rather the kids get out of here."

"WHAT?" The older twin's voice squawks through the speaker, loud enough for all three boys to easily hear.

Wilbur realizes what he said and quickly backtracks, clarifying hurriedly, "It wasn't any of us. Can I please explain later? Thank you," The siren hangs up and turns to the three boys sitting on the curb, casually trading candy as if they weren't listening to every part of the conversation they could.

"Techno will be here soon. Just... keep doing that," The ghost boy awkwardly instructs before starting to pace the street anxiously.

That is how Techno finds the four, three boys in mismatched costumes trading candy, while his twin paces in circles, dusky blue tule trailing behind him.

"It's later, I'm here, explain."

All four turn to the gold-clad pinkette immediately, though the three on the curb try to hide it for eavesdropping purposes. Wilbur immediately walks over and starts helping the boys up, looking at his brother over his shoulder.

"Later, Tech I want them out of here before the cops arrive or you know XD will find a way to blame them for something."

Techno evaluates this for a few seconds with a stony and unreadable face, "...Fine. But you have so much explainin' to do."

"I know. See you at home."

"Mm."

"Oh, is Dad out or...?"

"Yeah, said he'd be back home pretty soon though."

"Got it, thanks."

Ranboo tugs the other two to follow, realizing the somewhat serosity of the situation. Completely missing the tension in the air, Tommy trots up besides the closed-off piglin and cheerfully inform him, "We can just tell you what happened ya know."

Without even looking down at the raccoon, Techno responds flatly, "You're each going to tell slightly different stories focusing on different parts. I'll wait for Wil- he knows how to properly summarize things."

Each of the three boys have different responses to Techno's dismissive but accurate statement.

Tommy's is, naturally, to take a massive offense and object as loudly as he can, "HEY! I AM AN AMAZING SUMMARIZING-ER!"

Ranboo simply shrugs and mutters, "Makes sense."

"Fine be like that, bitch," Tubbo says before skipping ahead, wings buzzing with happiness and sugar.

"Summarizin'- er?" The hero asks, clearly unimpressed with Tommy's English skills.

"Yes. One of my many great skills!"

The walk back consists of Tommy and Techno mocking each other, while Tubbo and Ranboo talk quietly or walk in comfortable silence. Once they're inside, Tommy dumps his candy out on the table, "Well lads, shall we continue the trading?"

"Can we just go to bed now? I've got a stomachache," Tubbo grumbles, arm wrapping around his lower abdomen.

"Tubbo, you ate like a pound of candy," Techno gestures to the empty wrappers littering the table. Most of them are the bee hybrid's though a fair amount are his brothers.

"Point being?" Tubbo asks, giving the pinkette an unimpressed expression.

"Never mind, c'mon," The piglin shakes his head before helping Tommy shovel his full pillowcase of candy back into the bag.

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