CHAOS

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Trigger Warnings:
  ~Swearing
  ~Mentions Of Arson

Quick note, the Dream SMP is the name of their neighbourhood :]
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From a distance, the Sleepy Bois' residence almost seemed 'normal'. The gravel path that led its way up to the front door was lined with flowers of all different colours, shapes and sizes. The door itself was thick and made of expensive looking wood. The walls of the house were painted in a painfully stereotypical white, showing a number of scratches and dried dirt that hadn't even been looked at for god knows how long. And to top it all off, a shiny black gate stood firmly in the ground towards the left side of the house, showing a much too big garden full of useless items, such as unused rakes and shovels.

However, if you were to step inside of this seemingly quaint little house, you might as well have had whiplash at the drastic change of the interior.
The hallway was blocked with mile high piles of shoes; Converse and Sneakers alike. There were even some old man shoes dotted around...

The kitchen table offered no actual seating, and was instead used for paperwork. Even the seats were covered in paper. The only clean area was the Island in the middle of the room, which just so happened to be where Phil was stood, mindlessly stirring away at his morning coffee.

Phil was, to put it simply, an immortal being. The others had just accepted that fact. No one knew how old he was. Even he himself was beginning to doubt his age. He was also, in fact, a magic bird man. The others nicknamed him "The Crow Father".
His hair was not grey, but in fact a gentle blonde. Having rosy cheeks also added to his cover up of being mortal; they made him appear younger, more lively.

At this moment in time, Phil was thinking of his wife, who was indeed a fridge. As much as he got weird stares from strangers as he walked home from Curry's clutching a Samsung Smart Fridge, stroking the smooth surface at regular intervals, he was content with his beloved wife.

"G'mornin' Phil." A tired voice sighed, snapping Phil from his pleasant thoughts. As soon as the voice was recognised, he smiled.
"Hiya mate!" He waved a little to the man stood in front of him - Techno.

Technoblade was the kind of guy who had tattooed "Blood for the blood god" on his arm, but instantly fell in love with any animal that crossed his path.
But this guy was also an Anarchist. If it wasn't for Phil, he would have already committed great war crimes too gory to detail. And he absolutely despised the Government. The sheer hatred he felt towards them had pushed him to creating a Government hate group called "The Syndicate", which consisted of Phil, Techno, Niki (The local baker) and Ranboo (a problematic neighbour who had received several complaints of breaking and entering). At that time, they had already had around 10 meetings in the span of three months, which meant their little plan to overthrow the Government was beginning to sound feasible. The only problem? Ranboo's platonic husband, Tubbo, was a member of it. More specifically, the Vice President of L'manburg (the town).

Techno had fallen asleep at around 4am. The time was currently 6:30 am - Phil was an early bird. The bags that sat comfortably under Techno's eyes were a constant, as everybody knew.
He shifted a couple of papers from a nearby chair and promptly sat down, adjusting his Minecraft pig pyjamas after.
"Right, let's get down to business, Phil. I spent most of last night recreatin' our plan in Minecraft. Of course I had to get some help, so unfortunately, Dream, George, Sapnap, Quackity, Karl... you know what, most of the SMP knows. So uhhhhhh... at least it works?"

Phil stared at him with wide, bird like eyes. The shock was obvious, even to an early morning Techno.
"You... you did WHAT??!!" He screeched. It was less in rage, rather, pure shock. The other was used to this by now, and simply reached over to take a sip of the other's coffee. Unexpectedly, Phil's shouting turned into laughter. A deep laugh that felt almost earth shattering.
As it rang through the house, creaking footsteps were heard, making their way down the wooden stairs and into the kitchen.

"It's half past six, shut the fuck up." The man groaned, gesturing towards the clock.
"Ah, good morning to you too Wilbur-"
"Whatever. I'm going back upstairs, if you need me... just don't." And with that, he trudged back up to his room.

Wilbur was an aspiring musician with 4 released songs. They usually had the theme of 'Stalker Boyfriend Parody', which somehow both amused and concerned Phil. But both him and Techno enjoyed the occasional hint of a familiar song floating around the walls. The latest single he had written was called "Soft Boy", which came with a filmed music video as well. As did all his other songs.
But he sounds normal...? I hear you ask. Well, this man was also hiding a dark secret. Which, of course, the entire neighbourhood knew.

When Wilbur attended Secondary School, around year 10, he blew up the school toilets. He had gone absolutely mad for the feeling of fire. He loved it so much, in fact, that he had tried to walk into it on that eventful Friday afternoon. Luckily his friend Jared had been there to save him. Or at least scream at him to stop and throw his water bottle onto the ever growing fire.
As you may have expected, Wilbur was expelled. He was currently working for a certain fast food company we will name "MunchDonalds" (off brand names are hard, okay :/) . Hence why he found himself a place in Phil and Techno's home. Although, he was often confused why they let him be around deep fryers and ovens with his history.

He made sure to add extra pressure when he traipsed back upstairs to show his annoyance. Shutting his door with an unnecessary bang, he flopped down onto his bed and stared up at the ceiling. He observed the same cracks that had been there for at least two years now, the odd smell that drifted down from wherever the hell was up there once again reaching his nose. He sighed.
At least he had his girlfriend. And just like the others, this was no ordinary girlfriend.
Wilbur leaped out of bed at the thought, and went over to his desk. On the side sat a small, glass bowl. It was filled to the brim with clear water, and small decorations, as well as a pebble filled bottom, were submerged in this odd, empty looking bowl.
"Where the fuck did she go..." Wilbur whispered with a hint of worry to his tone.
"PHIIIIILLLLLLLLLLLL-" he yelled, anger lacing his words. He heard a long sigh from downstairs, followed by the steps of his non biological father.
Oh yeah, did I forget to mention?
Wilbur was essentially adopted by Phil. And so was Techno. So naturally, a family dynamic formed between the trio. Phil took on the role of the Dad, being the oldest and having adopted two late teens. Techno and Wilbur had fallen into the roles of brothers. They were the same age (two minutes apart to be exact), and had acted like brothers since day one. So this little group of people had found themselves a family. A little wonky, I'll admit, but a family nonetheless.

"What is it mate?" Phil sounded exhausted. Who knew a small set of stairs could be that tiring?
"I can't find Sally." Wilbur stared him dead in the eyes. Phil knew this was serious; this guy had some sort of attachment to that fish. And he was scared to find out why.
"Alright, have you checked her bowl?"
Wil hesitated for a moment. He did a double take, and Sally had appeared from behind one of the fake green plants. Phil decided he would leave, in case he saw something he didn't want to see.
"Oh Sally, I thought something awful had happened to you! I-I- come here babe!" He held the bowl close to him, and gently kissed the outside.
"I love you Sally."
He was answered with a small group of bubbles coming out of the fish's mouth.
"Awww stop ittttt~" he giggled flirtatiously.
"That kid's got problems-" Phil mumbled as he stepped away from the door and back downstairs to where Techno sat impatiently.

They weren't much, but they were a family.

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