Everything's Fine (Tubbo + Tommy + Ranboo Friendship) Completed

Something's Wrong

"Techno, I'm not tired though!" Tommy protested as he was ushered into his room to go to bed early.

"You need your rest so we can leave first thing in the morning, Tommy. If you don't get up in time, I will leave without you." Technoblade shoved Tommy into the room and shut the door.

Tommy let out a loud disapproving groan before going to bed like Technoblade suggested. He didn't want to be left behind, he wanted to see what was going on with Tubbo.

Technoblade walked to the living room and sat down besides Phil. "You can go to bed if you want, I'll wait up for the loser."

Phil sighed and shook his head. "That's alright mate, I'm used to waiting up. Wilbur has really been testing my patience. He thinks he can just do as he pleases these days..."

"Time to kick him out!" Techno cheered, but was only joking.

"If we're lucky, he'll move out on his own with his lady." Phil sank back into the couch. "Go on to bed, you have a long day ahead of you. Especially if you're taking that gremlin with you."

Technoblade let out a low sigh before standing up again. "Alright but if Wilbur gives you attitude when he comes home, send him my way." Techno shivered as he walked back to the hall. "Is there a window open?"

Phil looked around. "Nah mate, why?"

"Oh, I thought I smelt the fresh air. Couldn't of been that..." Technoblade said to avoid concerning Phil.

Phil shrugged and watched his adopted son go off to bed. Not expecting anything.

Three hours later, Wilbur stumbled in. Clearly drunk, and clearly not himself. He didn't even stop to say anything to his father as he went ahead to the kitchen.

Philza was quick to stand and march to his disrespectful son. "Where were you this time?"

"Sally's" Wilbur gave a bland response while getting some water from the fridge.

"Sally's? I told you to come home over three hours ago! What were you doing?" Phil wasn't impressed, but this was typical lately.

"Stuff..." Wilbur popped the gum in his mouth. As much as he tried, he couldn't hide the smell of alcohol.

"Get your ass to your room, I'm sick of worrying about you!" Phil took the water from him, and poured him a glass so he didn't spill it.

Wilbur took the glass of water and rolled his eyes at Phil before going to his shared room.

Phil had to stay in the kitchen, angrily tapping on the countertop. He didn't want to snap and do something irrational. He tried to understand that Wilbur was just getting older.

Wilbur ran out of the room, spilt water all over the front of his clothes. "Dad, Something's wrong with Techno!"