Well this sucks [SBI]

Where is here?

(A little bit of flipflop perspectives. And shortish.)

Ranboo watched, in silent misery, as Phil paced. Up the hall back down the hall. Up the hall back down the hall. He closed his eyes and rolled away from the sight. The footsteps continued.

He grabbed at a pillow that was on the floor before retracting his hand from the red item. He knew there was no blood on it, no blood anywhere in this house that isn't inside him or Phil but still. Wilbur was dead, or going to die he didn't really know which, and the last time he saw him blood was dripping from his stomach.

He blinks at the pillow, considering reaching for it again because Phil's exsesive walking was going to drive him crazy, before getting up and walking to the hall. "Phil?" Even to himself his voice sounded awful.

Phil stopped thankfully and turned to him. "Yes?"

"Stop pacing I'm trying to sleep." Ranboo whines then goes back to his bed as Phil's face scrunches up in a weird look. He didn't begin pacing again though.

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Tommy tore through the forest, blood run down his cheek from a cut he doesn't remember getting. He had to keep running. Dogs were barking loudly behind him and he didn't want to know what would happen if he was caught.

Well he had an idea but getting ripped limb from limb didn't sound too fun. The animals sounded hot on heels so he just ran faster, beginning to stumble over roots.

His breaths began to hurt as he forced them out. He'd never been a runner before and he'd like to say if he isn't eaten by wolves he's never running again. Never ever.

There was a loud whistle and the dogs seemed to back off. The sun was disappearing somewhere behind him. This had been a bad idea but he'd been terrified of the blood that this seemed to be the only sensible option.

His life was repeating if a different way and order, the fire, the death. What's next the accusation? He can't take the accusations again! He loved his family, he loved them!

Suddenly he was falled, a root having caught his foot as he got stuck in his own head. His now cracked open head. He groans and closes his eyes as he feels the blood already matting in his hair.

Such a lame way to go, fucking falling.

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"I don't know what you're talking about!" Techno insisted angrily, he'd never hurt his brother! "He's my best friend I wouldn't do that!" He yells, attempting to stand but the hand cuffs he was wearing kept him slightly bent and not a threat.

"I'd never hurt my family." He all but growls.

"Sit down son." The man in the uniform says, slowly raising from his seat to try and be intimidating. "We already know you did it, your brothers and father all say it was you. So what I want to know is why?"

Techno looks at him baffled, his head was fuzzy. He didn't even know how he got here. "I... I wouldn't." He sits down feeling confused and defeated.

"You would, now tell me why?" The officer doesn't sit back down. Techno shakes his head sadly. "No. I don't remember. I can't tell you. I don't believe you!" Techno's anger suddenly rushed back.

He went for the man, slamming his skull into the cops and growling like an animal. He yanked and shook against his restraints until they snapped. His eyes snapped to where the man had been to find him gone.

He froze and as the fuzzy feeling returned the memory of his sudden out burst fadded. "W-what?" He looks down at the broken handcuffs and steps away from them, confused, scared, and in disbelief.

"WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME!?" He screams, hoping someone would answer, clutching at his head and sinking into a corner.