when to speak | bedrock bros

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Technoblade was having one of those off days. Those kind of days where you want to die but you have things to do so you can't, or those kind of days when you know something is gonna suck later on.

He was sitting on the couch reading - more like staring at - a book, wondering if it was the latter or the former, because it really could be anything. Or maybe he was wondering if Pugmantenstein was gonna get blown up like Antoine said it would. The answer was right on the next page, but he just couldn't bring himself to do such a tedious task. His head was too foggy to make decisions, hence why he hasn't moved in the past four hours.

Wilbur, who has been staring at him since he got home, which was about an hour ago, was kind of confused why his beloved twin brother Technoblade looked like he was under the influence of some hard drugs. He's been reading the same page of the same book since he got there. Has he even blinked? Isn't that the book he always said he despised?

"Hey Technoblade." He started, seeing if he could get his attention. Techno 'mm'ed, a common sign that he did not want to talk.

Sadly, Wilbur couldn't read those metaphorical signs.

"Are you oka-"

The door slammed open, snapping Technoblade out of his mind where everything felt like a whisper in his thoughts, and causing him to flinch. In came a golden-haired boy in a red and white baseball shirt.

While Techno was glad that the sudden intrusion caused Wilbur to stop talking and instead scowl at the newcomer, a new intrusion arises as the thumping of feet became louder and louder, until it introduced itself as Philza Minecraft, his father figure.

The toothy grin on his little brother's face instantly disappeared as Phil's shadow loomed over him, and instead was replaced with a mask desperately hiding his fear and insecurities.

These signs were not at all obvious, Tommy was amazing at hiding him emotions.

But Technoblade graduated in body language, psychology and english. He was kind of a master at this.

His father's once warm eyes were cold and stern, the sort of homey atmosphere was gone in an instant.

He held out his hand in front of Tommy, who clutched the straps of his backpack tighter than before.

"Test papers, now." He spoke, causing Tommy to have a full body flinch, but was disguised by him reaching a hand to the mouth of his backpack, reaching for the english test he had earlier that day.

Techno directed his vision to Wilbur.
He had a smirk on his face, clearly enjoying the interaction.

That made his blood boil until-

A slap rang out.

Wilbur descended into cackles, while Techno snapped his head to look at his family Phil and his younger brother with wide eyes. Tommy was halfway hunched-over with both of his hands over his right cheek, trying to nurse the swollen skin. Phil had his eyes set into an icy glare, the test papers crinkling in his hand at he balled his fists.

"Tommy, what the fuck?!" He screamed, glare now more fierce than ever. "A thirty-seven out of one hundred?!"

"Did you even study?!"

The boy in question couldn't speak. There were tears welling up in his eyes from the pain and the disappointment Phil radiated off of himself. "Yes- yes! I did study- I promise I di-"

"Then why the hell is your score so fucking low?"

"He's a liar!" Wilbur wheezed out.

Tommy's expression was no longer hidden. He was scared, and everyone could tell. "No, no- no no no no!" He yelled, but somehow he schooled his voice to be soft, trying not to anger his father any longer but desperately trying to prove that he worked hard to get a good score. "I really did study! Please, please, I did! I promise!" He tried again, looking anywhere but Phil's disappointed face or Wilbur's accusatory expression.