Chapter 1

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TW's for this chapter: Eatin disoder and Voices

One morning Phil had gotten up early and decided to make pancakes for his three sons, Techno, Wilbur, and Tommy. Wilbur was an average kid, he had two brothers and a father. His mother had died when was very young around when he was in grade 6. Wilbur had one older brother and one younger brother meaning he was the middle child. Techno was Wilburs older brother, he was 7 years older than Will, and then there was Tommy. He was a rather loud and obnoxious 8 year old.

When Phil had called the boys down for breakfast there was no one who came downstairs so he figured he would probably have to go wake the three boys up. He first went to Tommy's room, he had first knocked on the door but no one had answered so he gently opened the door to see the blond haired boy sprawled out on his bed in a deep sleep. He walked over to Tommy and gently nudged him to wake up but to no avail so instead he decided to grab his phone and set an alarm for a minute from now as he went to wake up his oldest son. Techno was a very heavy sleeper so it was always a little harder to wake him up, but after a few whispers and a few nudges he finally woke up. He then moved on to go wake up Wilbur, Tommy had finally been woken up by the alarm and made his way downstairs with Techno. Wilbur had been having nightmares for practically his whole life but it worsened greatly after his mother passed away. Waking him was always a risky procedure because of those nightmares. Phil had learnt the best way to wake up Wilbur safely was to play music. It was one of the only ways to avoid panic when waking up Wilbur.

!TW Eating Disorder & Voices TW!

Once everyone was downstairs they finally started eating, except for Wilbur that is.

(POV: Wilbur)

I always hated any meal we had to eat as a family, it wasn't my family that was the problem though it was the eating part. It's been like this for about two years. I think I'm not too sure though. Eating was the worst things I could imagine especially since any meal *They* would yell at me every bite I took. I got kinda used to them but the not-eating wasn't the only thing they would make me do.

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