𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 (𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚋𝚞𝚛)

𝚃𝚠𝚘

Wilbur walked into the house, preparing to scold Tommy.  He had left the door wide open, letting countless bugs and insects inside.

Wilbur saw Tommy sulking on the floor, most likely upset that he didn't get to hang out with his best friend. 

"Didn't I tell you to clean your room," Wilbur asked.

"Fine mUm," Tommy said, standing up.

He trudged down to his room and Wilbur shook his head.  That boy would be the death of him.

Dear primes he did sound like a mum.

Wilbur didn't know what to do, he couldn't hang out with his older brother since he was at Niki's till further notice.  And he wasn't going anywhere near Tommy's room, he'd probably end up traumatized thanks to the lack of cleanliness.

Wilbur walked around the house, looking for something to occupy himself with.  It was too early to start dinner, and his room was pristine.

Maybe he could organize the attic?  No one had been up there in years...

Wilbur decided that was the perfect way to waste away his afternoon.

He walked to the spiraling stairs that looked to be as steep as a mountain, and began his ascent.

With each step he took, he noticed how much dirtier the stairs were the higher up they went.  Cobwebs wove themselves throughout spaces in the banister, and spiders made their homes in the corners of each step.

No wonder none of them wanted to go up here.

When Wilbur opened the hatch to the attic, he was immediately hit by a wave of dust.  The room was dim and there seemed to be nothing that could light the way for him.

Yet Wilbur went in, assuming that his eyes would adjust to the darkness.  Eventually.

Boxes were everywhere, stacked along the walls, litering the floor, right next to the hatch making it hard for Wilbur to enter.

Wilbur walked around, seeing text scrawled across some of the boxes.  Names.  There was a small stack that had Tommy's name, a much larger stack labeled 'Technoblade' or 'Techno,' and a mediocre stack that had his name.

There was a big wall of boxes next to the ones filled with the brothers' old items, and it had their parents names on them.

The memory of their mother was too painful, and their father was a traitor, so it was no surprise that their stuff was locked away and forgotten.

Wilbur decided to start there, since he knew it would be the hardest for him.

He started with things meant for his dad, and it was all very strange, to say the least.

Books about the devil himself, summoning demons, ghosts and phantoms, and countless black and red candles that looked like they had never been lit.

Wilbur decided to leave those things untouched so he didn't anger the gods.  Prime knows what they'd do to him.

Next was what belonged to his mother.  She died when Tommy was only five, which was three years ago.  Soon after was when their father left.

Wilbur started sorting through his mother's old belongings, finding something that stuck out like a diamond in the rough. 

A guitar.

There was a message engraved on the sides, but it was hard for Wilbur to read it in the dim lighting.

He decided to stop, and maybe try and tune the guitar.  Playing music might be a good hobby.