What are the Chances? (Wilbur Soot x Female Reader)

Chapter 17

(Techno's POV)
He slouched against the wall, feeling his pink hair fall onto his shoulders. Fear and uncertainty clawed at his mind. Phil was gone and there was nothing there to say what happened.

He brought his knees in close and took a few deep breath. That's when he noticed a strange noise. He looked up and gasped.

There in the window stood Philza Minecraft, who looked just as suprised as his son.

"Techno- Oof!" He was cut off by the pinkette squeezing him into a hug. "Hey, mate. It's alright." He scratched the boy's back, despite Techno being an adult.

"Don't ever do that again." He growled in a low voice.

"Sorry, mate. Let's come away from the window though." The blonde maneuvered them closer to the bed. "I think it's time we had a um talk." Techno gave him a intense look, but he couldn't see much in the dark.

So he waited as his dad shut the window and drew the curtains. The door shut with a silent click and then Phil lit a candle. The room, now gently illuminated, looked a little more homely now.

And his dad had wings sticking out of his back.

His jaw dropped as Phil turned around. He chuckled as he saw his son's reaction.

"Since when?" The pinkette cried indignantly.

"Since I was eighteen." He gave a little shrug. "It's part of what I wanted to talk to you about." He sat down on the bed, floofing out his dark wings a little for comfort. "The story begins a long time ago though..."

(Wilbur's POV)
"I'm still a little worried he can just show up whenever." The brunette said to (Y/n) as she stood in front of his mirror, brushing her hair. Her pale pink nightgown fell around her ankles as she turned to look at him.

"Maybe, but I'm more worried about someone random talking to you in your sleep." She pointed out, with the hairbrush for emphasis.

"I think she is a good person though. Unlike Abby man." She laughed at his mockery of the name. "She knew Dad after all." He said quietly, smoothing back his hair in thought.

"Are we going to tell him about all this?" She twisted a loop of hair as she turned towards him. He only shrugged in response.

"I don't know and I don't want to worry about it right now." He said, yawning and taking off his round reading glasses. She crawled onto the bed as he blew out the candle.

He made a little sigh of content as he leaned back into his pillow. Soon enough, she was curled into his side. Her hand squeezed his. The brunette smiled as he felt her warm breath on his neck.

"Goodnight." She whispered into the silence.

"Sleep well." He said just as soft, making her smile.

The door banged open right as her eyes shut, making both sit up quickly. Carissa stood in the door, disheveled and shaking.

"Tommy's missing!" She said as the two stared.

"What?!" Wilbur was out the sheets in the moment.

"I was going to blow out his candle when I saw his bed was empty. I asked Nya about it and she said he never went to his room. Everyone's searching for him." She said quickly, making his head spin a little as he tossed on his blue jacket over his under shirt.

"Stay with (Y/n), I'm going to go help." He said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Carissa nodded as the blue haired girl protested.

"I want to help though." She said, but the exhaustion was evident in her voice. So he shook his head.

"No, (N/n), you need sleep. I'll see you in the morning." He said in soft voice as he kissed her forehead. She grumbled a little, but laid back down anyway.

He smiled his thanks at the female brunette before closing the door behind him. The door to Tommy's room was open so he headed that way.

Tubbo was frantically pulling apart everything, looking for clues to the disappearance of his best friend. The small brunette looked completely distraught, so Wilbur left him alone. But a glance at the room, revealed he would have to look somewhere else.

He almost let out a cry as pain suddenly dug in his middle. Clutching it, he gritted his teeth. The senses were back. He had half hoped they had disappeared.

But the phantom whispers tugged at his mind, so he moved with them. Soon, he found himself in the library, a sense of foreboding filled his mind at the low lighting.

He followed the senses to a blank wall in a random section. Confusion rippled in his mind as his instincts wanted him to go further. Pain ripped through his legs, making him trip and hit the wall. A single brick slid inwards and then the whole wall.

Shocked, he stepped in and gasped. There was a mural. And it was moving. The greens flashed as they swirled.

Go. His senses whispered.

So he touched it. And he disappeared.

(Tommy's POV)
When he had said he wanted to grab a book before bed, he had meant it. So he had gone into a random section and grabbed a story on legends.

But then the blonde had seen a bird, or actually, a bird's shadow on the floor. So he chased it to their hiding place. It had disappeared near the wall, so he opened it. And inside he saw the completely black bird next to that one painting (Y/n) had liked.

The only difference was that the bird saw him and then flew into the thing. But instead of crashing to the floor, it went through it. The colors began to spin, but Tommy was worried. (Never scared. Big men don't get scared.)

So he only got a little closer. And he jumped as the wall shut behind him. Okay, maybe he was a little frightened.

But before he could think further, a shadow hand reached through the green swirls and pulled him in. He blacked out as he touched it.

A/n: Hey, everyone. Hope you enjoyed! I'm not sure the next time I'll be able to update, so it might be two to three weeks. I'm really sorry, but I have just so much crap to deal with. Anyways, have a great day/night.