Duchenne (DSMP Superhero AU)

Chapter 33

Tommy woke up, staring up at the ceiling. Stars. That's right. He was living in the Minecraft household at the moment. He turned his head, sneezing quietly as Ranboo's tail brushed against his nose. Looking down, he saw Tubbo cuddled into his side and Ranboo sprawled across the bed upside down, in full vigilante form. Tommy tried to ignore the tail waving in his face, turning his face away. The tail followed, tickling his nose. He growled, grabbing the tail and glaring at it. Ranboo jumped, falling off the bed headfirst.

"Oh fiddlesticks-"

"Just say fuck, you fucking twerp."

Tubbo rubbed his eyes, gripping onto Tommy's arm as he glanced blearily down at Ranboo's legs in the air and his flicking tail.

"Hah."

Tommy sat up, helping Tubbo sit up too. Ranboo sat up, shifting back to his human form. They all stared at each other blankly.

"Morning."

Tommy snorted at Tubbo's sleepy greeting, bursting out into laughter. Ranboo joined in, a very sleepy and confused Tubbo joined in not long after. Tommy leaned on Tubbo, letting out hiccupping laughs.

Their moment of goofiness was interrupted by a shirtless Wilbur. He scoffed, leaning on the doorframe and crossing his arms over the giant hole in his flesh.

"Gods I missed you kids."

Tommy jumped up, his eyes flicking to the blue exposed organs but shrugging it off in favour of hugging Wilbur gently. Wilbur hugged back, smiling softly. Ranboo and Tubbo watched, not wanting to interrupt their moment. Ranboo may have grabbed a camera and took some pictures for blackmail, but he was keeping that to himself for now.

Eventually Tommy pulled out of the hug, looking Wilbur up and down.

"You look like shit. Cool, alien-vibe shit, but shit nonetheless."

Tubbo snorted, combing his fingers through his hair in an attempt to tame it. Wilbur shrugged, poking one of his ribs.

"Eh, I was dead for a while so it makes sense I'd look like a zombie. At least I think that's what this is..."

Ranboo popped up behind Tommy, leaning on the blonde's head. Tommy squawked, swatting at Ranboo's armpit.

"But if that's the case, why are your insides blue?"

Wilbur shrugged. He knew. He had known ever since Clay had told him what happened in the revival process. He knew why he was like this and he hated it, but he didn't need to give everyone else another reason to despise him. Ranboo sighed.

"Aw well that's a shame. Ooo, is Phil cooking?"

Wilbur nodded, stepping to the side to allow the teenagers to file past. Tubbo lead the way chanting something about pancakes, Tommy following close behind and leaving Ranboo to be the last. As he walked past Wilbur, he gripped his shoulder.

"If you tell us, we can help you."

Wilbur shrugged him off, smiling at Ranboo. He pushed Ranboo into the hallway, his fingers digging into the taller's shoulder. Almost as if he was saying don't question it, for the love of Prime, don't ask about it.

"No clue what you're talking about, but thanks man!"

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Phil stood at the stove, flipping a chocolate chip pancake. He smiled softly, closing his eyes to pretend he was back when his kids were all toddlers. Techno and Clay wrestling with each other, Wilbur cheering them on from his safe spot behind the couch. Back when Clay laughed and joked with his little brothers. Back when Techno had feathered cheeks and baby wings. Back when the biggest word in Techno's vocabulary was "Ridiculous." Phil sighed, opening his eyes as he heard teenage footsteps pattering behind him.

"Hey Philza!"

He put the pancake he had been cooking on a plate, turning around to see that Tubbo and Tommy were sitting at the bench behind him. He grinned, walking towards them.

"Hey Tubbo, Toms. How are you guys doing?"

Tubbo leaned on the bench, puffing out his cheeks with a disgruntled look on his face. Tommy, on the other hand, grinned.

"Tired."

"So happy that Will's back!"

Phil snorted, the duality of these boys would never cease to amaze him. Ranboo and Wilbur wandered in just then, Ranboo looking rather relaxed as he sat next to his friends. Wilbur would have sat down too but Phil was already examining his chest. He sighed, just letting him at this point.

"Interesting... does it hurt when you touch it?"

Wilbur put his hand in his chest, poking his heart. It didn't move an inch.

"There's some kind of exoskeleton protecting it. It's quite thin, but I can touch my organs without damaging them."

Phil walked around Wilbur, the pancakes forgotten. Tubbo and Tommy exchaned a glance: What the fuck is happening, while Ranboo simply wandered over to the stove and kept the food cooking.

Phil stepped back from Wilbur, to the other side of the room. He wrote down "Government" on a piece of paper and held it up. Wilbur squinted, attempting to read what it said. Phil snorted, tucking it away under his arm.

"Okay Wilbur, could you try to phase through a wall for me?"

Wilbur scoffed, but walked up to a wall and tried to walk through it. Tommy giggled as Wilbur kept walking into the wall, confusion crossing Wilbur's face. Phil approached cautiously, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Will, I don't think that works, we can try something else-"

Wilbur turned to face Phil, anger flashing across his face. The lights in the house flickered as he began to yell.

"DAMN IT PHIL I KNOW I'M A PHANTOM, I HAVE TO BE!"

He pushed Phil back, the older stumbling at the strange strength that Wilbur showed. Wilbur calmed himself down rather quickly, the lights going back to normal. He ducked down to help Phil up, his brow furrowed.

"Sorry Phil, I didn't mean to hurt you, I-"

Phil held up a hand to silence Wilbur, the attention of everyone in the room on him. A grin spread across his face as he gripped the sides of WIlbur's face.

"You're a Warden."

Techno's voice cut through the stunned silence.

"What the fuck."