More than friends? (Tommy+ranboo AU)

A home is where brotherly love is (chapt.2)

Tommy's POV(3rd person):

As Tommy watched Ranboo leave, he sighed and turned around to face his home.

It was bland on the outside. Just... bland. Normal, white house with a red brick roof. Just a plain, regular British home like any other regular British home.

It wasn't... bad or anything, he just didn't like it. Looked boring.

He walked towards the white outside door with a small frown on his face. The glass was slightly broken, hinges that creaked no matter how much force you used to open it... Yeah, it wasn't that good looking. Well, the front of the house was okay? But... the door wasn't. He really needs to tell his dad to get a new one.
(Picture of it, the address is cropped out so don't worry about people finding it)

Tommy sighed and held a breath before unlocking the door.

"Tommy?" Wilbur said, from the echo it sounded like he was in the kitchen, and looked out from said-kitchen. "Where'd you get the scarf and gloves?" Apparently it was Wilbur's turn to do the dishes since he was wiping one clean right now.

Tommy breathed out a sigh of relief when he saw that it was just Wilbur. "Someone gave them to me. I dunno why they just did"

Wilbur nearly dropped a plate. "...excuse me?"

"Yeah, uhm... Wh- what are you doing-" tommy moved away from the kitchen as Wilbur picked up a knife.

"Nothing." Wilbur said, coming closer to where tommy was. Tommy immediately knew what was happening and put his hands up.

"Let's not... resort to violence wilbur..." tommy smiled, backing away slowly. "You know I wouldn't.. talk to old men... in any way..."

Tommy kept backing up, starting to go up the stairs as Wilbur menacingly approached his younger brother.

"What did they look like."

"Th-they had red a-and green eyes, b-black and white hair and wh-white and black s-skin..." tommy hit the wall as he went up the stairs so he shimmied across it, still going up the stairs but with his back against the white-painted wall. Wilbur was still holding the knife, coming ever closer to tommy if he didn't start running.

"How old were they."

"Th-they were-" tommy gulped, trying to remember if they told him their birthday. He thought it was XXXX, but now he wasn't so sure. "XXXX...?" It came out as more of a question then a reliable answer.

"..." Wilbur was probably staring daggers at tommy, but he didn't know for he looked away from his brother's gaze in slight fear.

It was silent for a moment.

The tension was thick in the air, as if a knife could cut through it like it was solid.

Tommy was sweating bullets, avoiding Wilbur's eyes.

Wilbur was silent, apart from his silent, stealthy, breathing. The knife in his hand glistening under the ceiling light.

All was still.

"Bruhhhhhhhhh" technoblade commented, breaking the tense atmosphere.

Tommy let out a breath of relief, not realising he was holding a gasp of air. He immediately hid behind techno, avoiding to look at Wilbur in any way shape or form.

"Techno please help me, Wilbur's trying to kill me." He whispered, sweat dripping down the side of his head.

Wilbur gasped, in shock... probably. Tommy couldn't tell if he was actually offended or just jokingly offended. "The audacity. I would NEVER!" He slowly hid the knife behind his back, but techno probably already saw the entire blade

"What." Techno turned around to face tommy, putting his hands on his shoulders.

"Ya-huh! He pulled out the knife from the kitchen a-and started to c-chase me!"

Techno slowly turned his gaze from Tommy to Wilbur, a menacing aura (probably made from him) coming down as he looked at Wilbur. Wilbur had hid the knife behind his back, now avoiding eye contact as a bead of sweat dripped from his forehead.

"Wilbur."

If the heavens could see what was happening in the small house, they would probably send Gabriel themselves to deal with angry techno. You sure as hell didn't want to get on his bad side. Like this one time tommy got bullied by some kids older than him and snitched on said-kids to techno, and well... safe to say that those kids had a hell of an ass whoopin AND wouldn't bother tommy ever again.

"Explain yourself."

Tommy would feel bad for Wilbur if he wasn't knifed down by the same brother. He would probably tell techno to stop. But on the other hand... Wilbur kinda deserved it. Scratch that, DEFINITELY deserves it.

(Philza's POV:)
Philza came home that night, confused by all the quiet-ness of the house. Everyone would still be up by... he checked his watch. '9:00pm'

"Hm."

Tommy probably would be watching some tv, Techno would be reading, and Wilbur would probably be tuning his guitar. He took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack, forgetting to take off his hat as well as he untied his work shoes and put them next to techno's assorted shoe box... thing. Why did he buy that again?

Phil walked around the house, putting his bags down by the kitchen isle. He dusted his hands of by swiping them together, and took off his hat after remembering he was wearing one while he went to scratch his head. He walked back to the door and hung his hat by the rack next to said-door on the other wall, before going back into the kitchen and unpacking the bags and putting them in their places. Milk in the fridge, snacks in the cabinet...

What... happened while he was out getting groceries?

He scratched his head in confusion. Wasn't everyone home already?

"Techno? Wilbur? Tommy?" He called out to the empty(?) house.

No response.

"Hm."

They must be in the garden then. He walked out to the kitchen door that lead to the back yard and peered through, not knowing what to expect.

He very much was NOT expecting a burial of very-much-ALIVE Wilbur while techno and tommy stood around the 'grave'.

He opened the back door and walked out, he already put on his slippers for the garden so he wasn't barefoot, calling to his sons again.

"Right, what's all this then?"